Once Upon a Lady Review Tour

The Soul Mate Tree Series is on tour…or more specifically, Once Upon A Lady is on a review tour with Goddess Fish Promotions starting today. During the course of the tour, one random winner will receive a $25 Amazon Gift Card.

To see what everyone is saying about Once Upon a Lady and your chance to win, swing by and check out the following stops.

September 3: Kit ‘N Kabookle
September 3: Archaeolibrarian – I Dig Good Books!
September 3: Bookaholic
September 10: The Reading Addict
September 10: Laurie’s Paranormal Thoughts and Reviews
September 10: Am Kinda Busy Reading
September 17: Locks, Hooks and Books
September 17: Sharing Links and Wisdom
September 17: Andi’s Book Reviews
September 17: Notes From a Romantic’s Heart
September 24: Fabulous and Brunette

Respectable Lady Katherine Baxton, striving to meet the requirements of her station, has become the ultimate dutiful daughter. And now, the Duke of Blackthorn’s betrothed. Far from a love match, Kate is nevertheless determined to do as expected and marry.

That all changes the night she panics at her impending future and runs, stumbling upon a private grove, a mysterious tree . . . and a half-naked man.

The youngest son of a viscount widely thought to have purchased his title, Jackson Cooper demonstrates his disdain for the aristocracy by affording himself every luxury available—drinking, wenching, and gambling—while eschewing anything representing the ton. Jackson has little care for his reputation and no desire to marry. His escape from London is all but complete.

Until fate—in the form of a beautiful, mysterious lady—interrupts his plans, enticing him with the very thing he never wanted.

**Free** The Runner’s Enticement June 14 – 16

For three little days, June 14th – 16th, THE RUNNER’S ENTICEMENT is free on Amazon Kindle…yep, free!! So, if you haven’t read book two in the Men of Circumstance Series (Nate and Anna’s story), here is your chance.

Click here for your free copy!!

As much as Nathaniel Frederickson, bastard brother to the Duke of Wesbrook, loathes the status and consequence of his lowly birth, he has reinvented himself by becoming London’s leading Bow Street Runner. But no matter his success or his charm, he never seems to be good enough.

Lady Annabel Baines, self-professed bluestocking, has one goal in life. To create a legacy for her deceased mother by ensuring the success of her school for young ladies. Even if it means being beholden to a man intent on ruining her life, forcing her to make impossible, heartrending choices.

Assigned to recovering stolen artifacts, Nate is thrust into Anna’s privileged world. To make matters worse, he is forced to protect her from a mysterious threat she refuses to acknowledge. While fighting Anna’s stubbornness—and his unwanted fascination with the spoiled chit—Nate becomes the renewed target of a blackmailer thought to be destroyed . . . while a killer sets his sights on Anna.

Will the well-born bluestocking ultimately save the bastard Runner?

**Book Highlight** Duke du Jour by Petie McCarty

Sunday Share time! Working with Soul Mate Publishing, I’ve met some wonderful people who just happen to be fabulous authors and Petie is one of the best ❤ So it is my great pleasure to share her Regency, time travel romance, Duke du Jour.

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Jared Langley, thirteenth Duke of Reston, discovers an overgrown garden on his family estate, stumbles into a dilapidated fountain, and awakens in 1816.

BLURB:

…a light-hearted time travel romance where a bewildered modern-day duke ends up in Regency England and meets the girl of his dreams……a reverse Kate and Leopold…

Jared Langley, present-day Duke of Reston, tumbles into an abandoned fountain on his ducal estate and travels back in time to the year 1816. There, Reston servants and local villagers think him a dead ringer for his namesake and rakehell ancestor—the seventh Duke of Reston, gone missing at the Battle of Waterloo. Unfortunately, Seven got mixed up with French spies out to assassinate the Duke of Wellington, and an unwary Jared ends up in their crosshairs.

Lady Ariana Hart has loved Jared Langley, the seventh Duke of Reston, since she was twelve years old, until the night the rogue broke her heart. Given up for dead, her rakish neighbor makes a miraculous return from Waterloo—only Jared shows up a changed man and reignites all the feelings Ariana had long ago buried.

Jared is in a race against time. He must waylay the suspicions of his quirky servants and neighbors, get to Wellington before the French spies do, fix his fountain—before Seven shows up—so Jared has a way home, and definitely not fall in love with the irresistible Lady Ariana.

BUY LINKS:

Amazon: Duke du Jour
Amazon: UK
Amazon: Australia
Amazon: India
Amazon: Denmark
Amazon: Spain
Amazon: France
Amazon: Italy
Barnes & Noble
The Wild Rose Press Catalog
Apple iTunes
Kobo

ABOUT PETIE:

Petie spent a large part of her career working at Walt Disney World — “The Most Magical Place on Earth” — where she enjoyed working in the land of fairy tales by day and creating her own romantic fairy tales by night, including her new series, The Cinderella Romances. She eventually said good-bye to her “day” job to write her stories full-time. These days Petie spends her time writing sequels to her regency time-travel series, Lords in Time, and her cozy-mystery-with-elements-of-romantic-suspense series, the Mystery Angel Romances.

Petie shares her home on the Cumberland Plateau in Tennessee with her horticulturist husband, a spoiled-rotten English Springer spaniel addicted to pimento-stuffed green olives, and a noisy Nanday conure named Sassy who made a cameo appearance in Angel to the Rescue.

Visit Petie’s web site online at http://www.petiemccarty.com or her Facebook page at https://www.facebook.com/petie.mccarty.

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EXCERPT:

Jared awoke in a less-than-comfortable bed, in a room that looked familiar. Appropriately enough, his family had always referred to this room as the Georgian bedroom with its Hepplewhite armoire and dressers. He struggled to a sitting position in the middle of the four-poster bed only to have an oddly dressed woman surge forward. No, wait, she was dressed normally; hewas the one oddly attired. He let loose a groan.

“Ye’ve got a nasty bump on the back of yer head. Lie back, Master Jared. The doctor stepped out for only a minute. He will be right back, and ye do not want to move the little buggers.”

“What little buggers?” He followed her gaze to his arms. “Gaah! Get them off!” he shouted. “Get them off!”

He clawed at the brown leeches stuck to his arms and noticed his pants rolled to his knees and more of the insidious creatures clinging to his calves and shins. He switched back and forth between scraping at his forearms and scraping at his shins.

“See here!” a deep voice boomed. “Leave those on.”

A white-haired man in a tailored jacket and trousers came running and forced him back down in the bed.

Jared shoved the man backward several feet in his panic. “Get off me!”

He resumed clawing at the slimy invertebrates anchored to his skin. He scraped with his nails and managed to pull free one end of a rather large blob only to have the sucker reattach when he picked at the opposite end.

“Get them off!” he roared at the jacketed man and then with a blast of sudden insight, “I commandyou this instant!”

That got the man’s attention. That and Jared’s ticked-offglare that sent normal men scurrying for cover—some genetic effrontery he must have inherited from autocratic ancestors, though the glare often came in handy.

“Dr. Padwick, should ye be removing them?” the woman asked timidly. “Cook says the master hit his head, and he might not be right. And look at them clothes.”

Jared turned his genetic glare on her, and she clamped her lips shut.

The doctor hesitated, and Jared barked, “Off! Now!”

The man resumed scraping the indolent creatures from Jared’s arm with some type of spatula, which left angry red welts in their wake.

“They were not even on long enough to break the skin,” the quack Padwick muttered.

“Thank God for small favors.” The comment earned Jared a frown. “Padwick, you say?”

The man paused to stare. “You have known me the whole of your life, Your Grace.” He reached out to feel Jared’s forehead for fever.

He jerked away. “I’m fine. Keep picking.”

With a resigned sigh, Padwick returned the last of the miscreants to their traveling jars, and Jared exhaled hard. He had read about the depraved medicinal procedure of using leeches for curing everything from a cold to a stab wound in this century, but suffering the application shed new light on the imbecilic theory. How could anyone think removing blood from your body could heal you? And with germ-covered leeches no less? Even if part of the blood was truly tainted, there was no guarantee the leeches would suck out the right corpuscles.

“You honestly believe sticking those slabs of slime on my skin would truly cure a headache?” he asked, affronted.

“A headache, no. That would need willow-bark tea. A bad bump on the head needs leeches to reduce the swelling inside your skull,” the so-called doctor clarified.

“And if my headache and the nasty bump on my head should go away on their own?”

The doctor drew himself up to his full, though average, height. “Luck.”

Jared felt for a lump. Sure enough, an egg-sized bump had risen at the back of his skull.

“How many fingers am I holding up?” the quack asked, waving two in front of his face.

Jared did a mental eye roll. “Two.”

“And what year is it?”

He hesitated, then answered, “Eighteen sixteen.”

The doctor looked satisfied, and a wave of dizziness swept over Jared again. He had to be dreaming! How the devil had he arrived back in the nineteenth century? Time travel was impossible except in motion pictures.

He started to pinch himself to check on the dreaming thing and noticed the round pink blotches on his arm. The damned leeches had been real enough. All his problems had started with that blasted fountain in the back garden. One minute he was in the twenty-first century, the next minute back with King George and Napoleon.

The woman and the idiot doctor were staring warily at him. He had obviously been acting strangely in their minds, and dressed as he was, he had no doubt created a stir there, too. He wanted to know who the woman attending him was—hell, he wanted to know who everyone here was. Without modern appliances, Duke Seven probably retained a small army of servants to care for the manor.

These people obviously all knew him, but if he kept asking strange questions, they could have him shipped off to Bedlam, the realBedlam, or rather the old Bethlem Hospital where he would never be seen or heard from again. Thank God—and he had been doing a lot of that today—for the historical research he had done on his ancestors and their respective periods in history. Would that not be a kick in the arse? To be stuck in the nineteenth century andcommitted? Hell, he would never get back to the future.

An idea struck—pure genius.

“Er, Dr. Padwick?”

The old doctor shifted his disapproving stare from his jars of horror back to Jared. “Yes, Your Grace?” he responded with all the professional hauteur he could manage.

“Could one lose part of one’s memory with a sufficient blow to the head?”

A gamble sure, but Jared could not gain necessary information by waiting around. He certainly could not tell these people the truth, or he would be strapped into the first carriage to Bedlam.

Padwick’s shoulders slumped with relief. “Why, yes, Master Jared, I believe that is entirely possible.”

The quack felt back in charge, and Jared had obviously been forgiven as he was back to being Master Jared.

Areyou having memory lapses?” Padwick asked, his tone rhetorical to the point of smug.

“I believe I am. I mean, look at how I’m dressed. Where on earth would I get these clothes?”

“Er, the continent?” Padwick offered. “I’m told you fought in the battle at Waterloo. Maybe you received a head injury there and aggravated it today?”

“Yes, possibly. Would you happen to know how old I am?”

Padwick looked incredulous. “Well, you have been gone two years, so that would make you thirty years of age according to my records.”

Good Lord, that really is my age.

“I know who I am, but I do not remember you or―” He looked pointedly at the older woman.

“Heddy,” the woman said, brightening. “Heddy Demarr. I have been yer housekeeper for almost thirty years.”

“Heddy,” he repeated and smiled.

She bobbed her head.

“How many servants doI have?”

“Not nearly enough,” said Curricle Man who had just strolled in.

Padwick had his back turned as he busily packed the traveling leech circus into his doctor bag. Jared inclined his head at the quack and gave Curricle Man a not-in-front-of-him look.

“Well, there’s Cook and Chappy and us,” Heddy said and smiled at Curricle Man. “Then there’s Shirley Duckett, the upstairs maid, and Ella, her older sister, is the downstairs maid.” She began ticking off her fingers. “Wiggs, your valet.” Another finger. “Thomas, the gardener.” Touched a pinkie. “Tish and Beulah, the scullery maids.” Then a thumb. “Dart and Wink, who works the stables. And—”

“That’s all right. I only asked how many. I do not require all their names right now.”

“Of course, Master Jared.”

“Let me check that bump again, Your Grace,” Padwick said, suddenly all interest and concern.

Jared winced when the not-doctor swiped two fingers over the lump. “How long will my memory lapse?” he asked, for good measure.

“No more than a week or two,” Padwick proclaimed confidently.

Pompous ass. The quack had no idea. Small wonder anyone survived in this century.

A young boy about twelve or thirteen years old suddenly burst into the room. “She’scoming up the lane!” he exclaimed.

The present occupants all stared. The poor boy shifted from one foot to the other. “She’s coming,” he repeated and gave Curricle Man a pointed look that was obviously supposed to mean something.

Jared glanced at Curricle Man, and then he raised his brows at Heddy.

“That is Bullen,” she said.

Curricle Man gaped. “You didn’t know me?”

“Not your name until this moment, no.”

“Memory loss,” Padwick added peremptorily.

“Oh,” Bullen said, making the word into several phonetic syllables.

Jared suppressed yet another eye roll. He would make his head ache worse if he did not cease. “And whois coming?”

Bullen’s eyes almost bugged out of his head. “Lady Ariana,” he wheezed, like someone was choking him.

Jared’s gaze shot to Heddy, and Bullen clapped a palm to his forehead.

“Lady Ariana Hart, the Earl of Wakefield’s daughter,” she said primly and added, “Yer playmate as a child though ye were a might older.”

Bullen groaned. “It is too late to run now. She’s probably pulled up to the steps already.”

Jared threw his legs over the side of the bed. “Surely, you did not expect me to run.”

Heddy leaned in and whispered, “I’m Heddy. Shirley’s the upstairs maid.”

Jared blinked at her, considered explaining his adverb use, and thought better of it.

“Remember, I told ye?” Heddy repeated slowly.

“Right. So, why would I run?”

Bullen and Heddy exchanged glances, and both gave a minuscule nod toward Padwick, who watched the exchange with interest.

Jared caught on. “If you are through, Dr. Padwick, you may go. I will send word if I further require your services,” he said dismissively.

The doctor gave one imperious sniff, snatched up his black bag of medicinal anomalies, and stalked for the door.

The moment the door shut behind him, Jared turned to Bullen. “Now, why would I not want to see Lady Ariana if she was my childhood playmate?”

Bullen swallowed hard and shot a worried glance at Heddy.

“Do not look at her. Answer me.”

“Well,” Bullen said slowly, keeping his eyes on the counterpane on Jared’s bed, “because of the way you had gotten to bethose last couple years before you left for the continent.”

Jared narrowed his gaze. “And how is that?”

Bullen swallowed hard a second time. “You know…dissolute.”

Jared stared in shock. Mostly because Bullen knew the word. Nineteenth-century servants were not all that well educated. He also felt insulted, though common sense told him no, since he wasn’t really the seventh Duke of Reston. He thought of the smirk on Seven’s face in Jared’s portrait gallery.

“Terribly dissolute?”

Bullen blinked. “Pretty much.”

“Ye’re a rake anda drunk,” Heddy added helpfully.

He glowered at her.

“Well, ye are. Gossip is ye’ve slept wi’ half the married ladies in London and allthe widows. Not yer fault though. Ye’ve a face like an angel,” she offered indulgently, “so the ladies flock to ye.”

Bullen nodded. “You’re a looker, and you know it.” The man finally made eye contact and looked sad about his divulgence.

Bloody hell. I am an arrogant, lecherous drunk, and I have only just arrived.

**New Release** With Love in Sight by Christina Britton

I’m so incredibly excited to feature the fabulous Christina Britton and her debut release, With Love in Sight. While half a continent separates us, she has become near and dear to me. When she won the 2017 RWA’s Golden Heart, I celebrated with a long-distance happy dance 💃🏼

Congratulations, Christina on your release! Cheers 🥂

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A witty Regency Romance from 2017 Romance Writers of America’s Golden Heart Winner Christina Britton, perfect for fans of Julia Quinn and Tessa Dare.

An aging spinster at twenty-six, all Imogen Duncan sees ahead of her is a life of servitude to her overbearing mother. Her London Season has passed and her desperate shyness and reserved demeanor have destroyed any chance for a match. As her younger sister Mariah begins her own Season with a selection of suitors, Imogen believes her chances for excitement are well and truly lost…Until a case of mistaken identity and an accidental kiss bring adventure into her life.

Burying his guilt from a decade-old tragedy beneath a life of debauchery, Caleb Masters, Marquess of Willbridge is content enough to meet willing widows in dark gardens to numb the pain. But he is wholly unprepared when an innocent miss stumbles into his life, turning his superficial world on its head.

Drawn to the rogue that mistakenly stole her first kiss, Imogen finds not a suitor, but a friend. Free to be herself for the first time in her life, she begins to see a new beauty in the world around her…and see a strength in herself she never knew she possessed. But when friendship turns to passion, Imogen will accept nothing less than Caleb’s heart. Can a healing of the past lead to the promise of a future together?

Buy Links:

Amazon: https://goo.gl/oHtZ1X
Barnes & Noble: https://goo.gl/qMB2vT
ibooks: https://goo.gl/Mtn3cx

Bio:

Christina Britton developed a passion for writing romance novels

shortly after buying her first at the tender age of thirteen. Though for several years she turned to art and put brush instead of pen to paper, she has returned to her first love and is now writing full time.  She spends her days dreaming of corsets and cravats and noblemen with tortured souls.

She lives with her husband and two children in the San Francisco Bay Area.  A member of Romance Writers of America, she also belongs to her local chapter, Silicon Valley RWA, and is a 2017 RWA® Golden Heart® winner. Her debut novel, With Love in Sight, is set to be released by Diversion Books in early 2018.

**New Release** The Storm Within by Cerian Hebert

I hope everyone enjoyed a festive Thanksgiving 🦃 and is basking in the holiday season 🎄 If you are like me, the station playing Christmas music is your go-to station 🎶

Before we dive into the tinsel and garland, I want to share the latest release in The Soul Mate Tree Collection. Talented Cerian Hebert’s steamy contemporary, The Storm Within, marks the eleventh novella in the collection.

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The legend of the soul mate tree:

I am old, I am ancient, my purpose is clear
To give those who are needy a treasure so dear.
They who come to my roots, touch my bark, stroke my leaves
Find the soul of their lives if they but believe.
When I call and you listen, your prize will be great
If your heart remains open and you don’t hesitate.
Do you yearn? Be you lonely? Is your time yet at hand?
Reach for me and I’ll give to you. I’m yours to command.
For your trust, for your faith, keep my secrets untold
And I’ll gift you forever, to have and to hold.

An ancient legend spanning eras, continents, and worlds. To some, it’s nothing more than a dream. To others, a pretty fairy tale handed down through the generations.

For those in critical need of their own happy ending, a gift.

 

Healed from her own loss, Juliana Hopkins wants nothing more than to mend reclusive artist Aidan Byrne’s heart, and help close a chapter in his life that has haunted him for over twenty years. Risking their newfound love, Juliana is determined to release the ghosts he can’t let go.

Aidan has been in love with Juliana since the first moment he saw her, but if she can’t leave the tragedies of his past alone, he won’t be able to make a life with her.

She offers him a love he never dared to want, but loving her could rip open all the old wounds he’d never been able to heal.

Amazon Link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0764399W9

About Cerian Hebert:

It’s all about the romance. Since the age of twelve, Cerian has believed this and has wanted nothing more than to

write stories with a Happily Ever After. Countless notebooks are filled with her stories written over the years while she’s worked jobs like cleaning stalls in New York to booking cruises in Maine. Currently she’s happily settled in southwestern New Hampshire, working for a company that offers professional development for educators. In her spare time, she’s busy weaving stories and continuing to pursue her dreams.

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Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/CerianHebert
Author Central: https://www.amazon.com/Ceri-Hebert/e/B003NTI0HU

**New Release** Soul Song by Mikea Howard

Happy October…and 🎃 Halloween 👻

November might be right around the corner but before it arrives, I want to share the tenth release in The Soul Mate Tree Collection, Soul Song, a paranormal romance, by the talented duo writing under Mikea Howard.

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Writing under Mikea Howard, we are actually Mindy Howard and Kelly Smith, sisters-in-law who share a love for romance, usually paranormal. We have spent the last several years reading and sharing books as well as authors, often making comments about how we’d love to write our own when we ran out of things to read.

While based on our TBR piles, we have not run out of reading material, we decided to write when the muse hit Kelly with a dystopian diesel world and an opening scene with the heroine running out into the woods. Mindy then saw her hero step in, and The Diesel War series was born.

When Cheryl Yeko and Char Chaffin (AKA CiCi Cordelia) asked us to join this project, we knew exactly who needed this magical tree to find his soul mate. Soul Song is a stand-alone, but set within our Diesel War Series. It is actually Book 2.5, taking place at the same time as Book 3.

The legend of the soul mate tree:

I am old, I am ancient, my purpose is clear
To give those who are needy a treasure so dear.
They who come to my roots, touch my bark, stroke my leaves
Find the soul of their lives if they but believe.
When I call and you listen, your prize will be great
If your heart remains open and you don’t hesitate.
Do you yearn? Be you lonely? Is your time yet at hand?
Reach for me and I’ll give to you. I’m yours to command.
For your trust, for your faith, keep my secrets untold
And I’ll gift you forever, to have and to hold.

An ancient legend spanning eras, continents, and worlds. To some, it’s nothing more than a dream. To others, a pretty fairy tale handed down through the generations.

For those in critical need of their own happy ending, a gift.

 

Dottie thought she had it all: a successful singing career, a handsome fiancé, and a starlet’s wardrobe. Sudden betrayal brought it all crashing down around her. Those she trusted most played her as nothing more than a pawn. One misstep while fleeing the scene trapped her in another world alone, save a mysterious visitor.

Guatimozin, an eagle shifter, has spent ages assisting people through the realm between life and death, leading them to join loved ones on either side. No one had ever made him want anything for himself until he discovered this city girl.

Forces plot against them and time is short. Soon, their chance for a happily ever after will be too late. 

Soul Mate Tree Book Trailer: https://youtu.be/VjxyyD3TVoA

Soul Song Trailer: https://youtu.be/kWXuS8X0WfU

 

Short Excerpt:

Dottie wiped the tears from her face. Damn him, and damn his floosy too. She’d do what her mother constantly threatened her stepdad with, and remove his cock to wear it proudly on a chain around her neck.

I jus’ gotta find a way out of this kooky forest first.

Making her way back onto her feet, she dusted off her dress in a mindless motion. The fabric passed beneath her strokes smooth and dirt free. She studied the once vibrant red dress she’d worn on stage. The satin now appeared drab and colorless. Her bare feet peeked from beneath its hem, as clean as the moment she’d dabbed them dry from her bath. The blind sprint from her dressing room, across town, and up the hill, should have left them covered in filth.

In exasperation, she threw her arms in the air. “Swell. I mus’ be dead and I’m . . .”

She moved away from the tree to scrutinize her surroundings. As much as Dottie hoped she’d end up in heaven, her mother always insisted that, as a willful child trying to pass as something she wasn’t, her final destination would be a bit further down.

The sensation of electricity passing through the air made every hair stand on end as a matter-of-fact reply came from behind. “No, you aren’t dead, but you’re not exactly alive either. You’re in a realm known as the in-between.”

Spinning around, Dottie came face to face with a stranger. Like the tree, he appeared in color, only he wasn’t pink and purple. Instead, a tall man with reddish tan skin, swirling silver eyes, and waist length striking black hair, stared at her as though regarding a ghost. Thick muscular arms crossed over his chest as his shocked expression eased into a slow smirk, highlighting the defined beak-like nose, high cheekbones, and strong chin framing his mouth.

Nervously licking her lips, she couldn’t help but muse, Di Mi. Well hello, sailor.

Buy link: https://www.amazon.com/Soul-Song-Mate-Tree-Book-ebook/dp/B07586ZJ3K/

 

Author Links:

We love meeting readers, and try to get to at least two conventions a year. Of course, if we can’tmeet in person, you can always find us at the following places:

www.mikeahoward.com

www.facebook.com/writermikeahoward

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www.goodreads.com/author/show/14221209.Mikea_Howard

 

**New Release** Sweet Sacrifice by L.D. Rose

As much as I’ve enjoyed having the most recent release for The Soul Mate Tree Series, it is time for me to pass the honor to the fabulously talented L.D. Rose and her new release Sweet Sacrifice!!

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Heaven is hell without her.

The legend of the soul mate tree:

I am old, I am ancient, my purpose is clear
To give those who are needy a treasure so dear.
They who come to my roots, touch my bark, stroke my leaves
Find the soul of their lives if they but believe.
When I call and you listen, your prize will be great
If your heart remains open and you don’t hesitate.
Do you yearn? Be you lonely? Is your time yet at hand?
Reach for me and I’ll give to you. I’m yours to command.
For your trust, for your faith, keep my secrets untold
And I’ll gift you forever, to have and to hold.

An ancient legend spanning eras, continents, and worlds. To some, it’s nothing more than a dream. To others, a pretty fairy tale handed down through the generations.

For those in critical need of their own happy ending, a gift.

 

Former Navy SEAL Sebastian “Bash” Lockard died in Afghanistan after leaping on a grenade to save his comrades. Little did he know his act of heroism would grant him a ticket into Heaven’s elite army as one of the few and powerful Archangels. Struggling with his new existence, Bash still retains his human memories, leaving behind a wife he loves with all of his heart. Although he’s forbidden to see her, he can’t resist her lure, or the mortal desires he harbors for her.

As a young widow and nurse, Irene Lockard still mourns her husband two years after his untimely death. His absence is everywhere, and when her best friend weds, she hits an emotional rock bottom. As if summoned from the skies above, Sebastian appears before her, and they share an unforgettable night. But when he once again vanishes, she wonders if she’s truly gone mad with grief.

The only way Sebastian can remain with Irene is if he makes the ultimate sacrifice. But will she overcome her fear of losing him again to another war?

BOOK LINKS:

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B074KJTJT8/
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B074KJTJT8/
Amazon CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B074KJTJT8/
Amazon AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/d/B074KJTJT8/
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35912787-sweet-sacrifice
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SHORT SNIPPET:

Bash’s gaze caught on a couple on the dance floor, the sight of her sinking into him like hooks and bringing him to a standstill.

With her dark curls springing over her shoulders, she spun across the hardwood, her pale gray dress flowing around her. Much like in his recent vision of her, she tipped her head back and laughed, beautiful, stunning, her smile as bright as the yellow calla lilies tucked in her hair. She swayed with a man in dress whites, a Marine, another fucking soldier she didn’t belong with. And as the rain of realization became a downpour of comprehension, he remembered the engagement, where Claude proposed to Lucille—at their wedding—right before Bash left for another tour of Afghanistan.

“Bash?” Gabriel stepped in front of him, blocking his view, pale eyes narrowed.

Bash’s hand slammed into Gabriel’s chest, pushing him away as he lurched forward. Gabriel reacted faster, though, snatching his arm and wrenching him back at least four feet. Bash lunged again and the Arc’s hand fisted in his white button-down shirt.

“Don’t,” Gabriel growled, all humor draining from his angular face and setting his expression in stone. “Do not.”

Bash’s heart punched at the angel’s fist, every fiber of his being burning with the urge to run to her, to wrap his arms around her and feel her body against his one more time. Envy, rage, longing, and sadness blasted through him in a toxic tornado of emotion ready to whip this place into oblivion.

He nearly ground his molars into pulp. “Let. Me. Go.”

“You are dead, Sebastian. You’re no longer part of this world. All you’ll do is bring her pain, bring yourself pain. Don’t do this.” Twin streams of air whistled from the Arc’s nostrils as he shook his head. “I should’ve never brought you here.”

Bring him pain? More pain than he’d already endured? No.

No.

ABOUT L.D. ROSE:

L.D. Rose is a neurotic physician by day, crazed writer by night, and all around wannabe superhero. She writes paranormal romance and urban fantasy, but she’s been known to delve into horror, sci-fi, and medical suspense on occasion. L.D. Rose is a PAN member of the RWA, FF&P, NEC-RWA and CoLoNY. She currently lives in Rhode Island with her studly hubby, her hyperactive boxer, and her two devious cats.

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**New Release** Once Upon a Lady

It is officially release day for ONCE UPON A LADY!! 🥂

As I’ve me mentioned before, I took a detour from finishing book three in the Men of Circumstance series to join a project headed by my fabulous editor Char Chaffin and her equally fabulous writing partner Cheryl Yeko. The Soul Mate Tree Series is a collection of novellas that cross various romance genres but all surround the soul mate tree.

The legend of the soul mate tree:

I am old, I am ancient, my purpose is clear
To give those who are needy a treasure so dear.
They who come to my roots, touch my bark, stroke my leaves
Find the soul of their lives if they but believe.
When I call and you listen, your prize will be great
If your heart remains open and you don’t hesitate.
Do you yearn? Be you lonely? Is your time yet at hand?
Reach for me and I’ll give to you. I’m yours to command.
For your trust, for your faith, keep my secrets untold
And I’ll gift you forever, to have and to hold.

An ancient legend spanning eras, continents, and worlds. To some, it’s nothing more than a dream. To others, a pretty fairy tale handed down through the generations.

For those in critical need of their own happy ending, a gift.

Respectable Lady Katherine Baxton, striving to meet the requirements of her station, has become the ultimate dutiful daughter. And now, the Duke of Blackthorn’s betrothed. Far from a love match, Kate is nevertheless determined to do as expected and marry.

That all changes the night she panics at her impending future and runs, stumbling upon a private grove, a mysterious tree . . . and a half-naked man.

The youngest son of a viscount widely thought to have purchased his title, Jackson Cooper demonstrates his disdain for the aristocracy by affording himself every luxury available—drinking, wenching, and gambling—while eschewing anything representing the ton. Jackson has little care for his reputation and no desire to marry. His escape from London is all but complete.

Until fate—in the form of a beautiful, mysterious lady—interrupts his plans, enticing him with the very thing he never wanted.

AMAZON BUY LINK: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B073ZL3MGN

Book Trailer for The Soul Mate Tree: https://youtu.be/VjxyyD3TVoA

Trailer for ONCE UPON A LADY: https://youtu.be/9dTCinBMS3k

EXCERPT:

Kate felt his approach before she saw him. Which wasn’t all that surprising since her body had remained mindful of his presence. Fighting the impulse proved fruitless.

When his tall frame blocked the sun and cast her in shadow, she knew besides giving him a direct cut, she had no escape. If only she hadn’t ventured from her sister’s side. At the time, abandoning Helena had been her singular option since their slow stroll through the gathering had traveled too close to the very man standing beside her. She’d been delaying the inevitable.

Kate was now alone, as she tried to keep her attention on the lawn activities before her, hoping no one would witness what was about to happen.

“Aren’t sprites confined to the trees?” His deep voice washed over her.

She didn’t turn to acknowledge him. “How nice to see you properly dressed for once.”

His chuckle warmed her. “Are you following me?”

An unladylike snort refused to be repressed. “Hardly. You are rather difficult to overlook, being the only unknown face here.”

“That’s not true. You’ve seen my face . . . as well as other, more interesting parts.”

Kate wished she’d listened to her sister and worn a bonnet. Anything to mask the heat flaring in her cheeks.

Thankfully he remained at her side and hadn’t a clear view of her face. “We have not been introduced. I can’t be seen speaking to you.”

“Then let us go where we can’t be seen.”

Her heart raced at his boldness. Why was this man so tempting? She was spoken for, though still unofficially. Proper ladies didn’t follow strange men to private locations, regardless of their marital status. “Absolutely not.”

“Even if I have something of yours?”

Blast! Her ring. Given her luck lately, she would have lost it in the grove of all places. Her aunt would toss in her grave knowing Kate had misplaced her gift.

“A true gentleman would return it.”

His deep laugh caused her pulse to flutter. “I’m no gentleman. Or haven’t you heard?”

**Free** The Runner’s Enticement

Boy, do I have the perfect way to celebrate the release of ONCE UPON A LADY in three days…a sale on book two in the Men of Circumstances series, THE RUNNER’S ENTICEMENT.

Yep, a sale!!

I guess a sale is actually an understatement because starting today through August 15th, THE RUNNER’S ENTICEMENT will be FREE!!

To get your free Amazon Kindle copy click here.

Enjoy!!

 

 

**New Release** Never Give Up On Love by Maggie Mundy

I hope everyone had a wonderful 4th of July holiday and is enjoying the warm…or very hot…weather summer is throwing your way. Now that we’ve entered July, it is time for the seventh release in the Soul Mate Tree Series. This month brings a paranormal romance, Never Give Up On Love by Maggie Mundy. (As always, if you’ve missed a release, visit my earlier posts or find them on Amazon.)

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Adele has found love with what she has been trained to kill.

The legend of the soul mate tree:

I am old, I am ancient, my purpose is clear
To give those who are needy a treasure so dear.
They who come to my roots, touch my bark, stroke my leaves
Find the soul of their lives if they but believe.
When I call and you listen, your prize will be great
If your heart remains open and you don’t hesitate.
Do you yearn? Be you lonely? Is your time yet at hand?
Reach for me and I’ll give to you. I’m yours to command.
For your trust, for your faith, keep my secrets untold
And I’ll gift you forever, to have and to hold.

An ancient legend spanning eras, continents, and worlds. To some, it’s nothing more than a dream. To others, a pretty fairy tale handed down through the generations.

For those in critical need of their own happy ending, a gift.

Sometimes you want to die, but it’s not meant to be. Vincent became a vampire in 1847. He fights to keep humans safe from rogue vampires, but can never find love. One thing makes him go on and not find a way to die. The Soul Mate Tree saved his life with its shade and showed him a woman in the future who would need his help and show him love. He could be more than the bloodsucker he had become.

In 2015, Adele is a vampire hunter by night and a photographer by day. She has never allowed love into her life as it would only complicate things. Then she meets Vincent, and the attraction is instant.

Vincent must try and convince Adele to love him while they both fight off rogue vampires?

How will she cope when she realizes the man she has fallen in love with, is what she has been trained to kill.

AMAZON BUY LINK: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B073SFBG6L

Book Trailer for The Soul Mate Tree: https://youtu.be/VjxyyD3TVoA

Trailer for NEVER GIVE UP ON LOVE: https://youtu.be/bNJd43wwKeg

SHORT EXCERPT:

She clipped another stake onto her belt just in case. As she got closer, Adele saw a man at the base of the tree. She couldn’t make out his face with the way he angled his body away from her.

He groaned as if in pain as the lights around the tree intensified. It must be a power surge or something she supposed. Maybe the poor guy was being electrocuted. She tried to remember her first aid.

“Are you hurt?” She called out. The man didn’t react and then the branches came down and covered him. That was weird. It was like the tree was alive or something. She didn’t want to leave someone hurt and in need of help and moved the branches aside. The guy was gone. She really was losing the plot. Maybe she had imagined him. As she moved away from the tree, she heard a whisper.

“Trust me, Adele. He will find you when you need him.”

ABOUT MAGGIE MUNDY (from Maggie herself):

I live in Adelaide, Australia with my husband, one cat, two dogs and a snake. I have a motorbike that I would like to ride more than I do and I love walking at the beach and listening to the waves.  I’ve always loved reading all forms of fiction from high fantasy and paranormal to contemporary and decided the stories in my head needed to be written down. It was either that or start on medication. Unlike many, I didn’t know I wanted to be a writer until a few years back.  I started off doing a degree in drama but soon realized my love was in writing, though there is a play lurking somewhere on my computer. My day job is as a nurse in the operating room. I believe romance can be fun to read and write, but it’s exciting to spice it up with the uncertainty that comes with suspense where the rules can be broken.

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