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What to Read Wednesday with Melissa Eskue Ousley and giveaway

Welcome to What to Read Wednesday! Please help me welcome YA author Melissa Eskue Ousley to the blog. Melissa wrote an interesting guest post that I really enjoyed and think you will too! She’s also sharing her latest release The Rabbit and the Raven, book two in the Solas Beir trilogy.

At the end of the post, please follow the link to enter Melissa’s giveaway :)

Take it away Melissa…


The Kruorumbrae of Cai Terenmare

As I was doing research to writeThe Solas Beir Trilogy, I found many legends about bogeymen, someof whichhave shape-shifting abilities. The phooka is a hobgoblin that often appears in Irish folklore as a trickster, and can appear in a number of forms: a shadow, smoke, or animals with black fur. In South America, there are similar myths about shape-shifting creatures that appear as jaguars. In Western history, the black cat was said to have the power to shape-shift, taking on human form as a spy for witches or demons. Another shape-shifter, Oude Rode Ogen, or Old Red Eyes, from Belgium, can change from human form to that of a black dog, and is thought to be cannibalistic. These stories have similar elements, and became the inspiration for the Kruorumbrae of Cai Terenmare, a magical parallel world. I imagined that some of these predators had found their way to Earth, inspiring our bogeyman myths.

Also known as Blood Shadows, these vicious monsters feed on the blood and life force of other living creatures. They are shape-shifters, changing their form to hide in plain sight as animals. The most powerful of the Kruorumbrae can even change into someone who looks and acts familiar to you, stealing that person’s body and using it as a disguise. These creatures serve Tynan Tierney, an evil lord aligned with the Darkness. Tierney calls himself the Kruor um Beir, or the King of Blood and Shadows. His goal is to seize the throne of the Solas Beir and rule Cai Terenmare.

In addition to feeding on the bodies of the living, the Kruorumbrae are parasites, feeding off psychic energy and fear. To prevent this, gifts can be presented to appease the appetites of the Blood Shadows, butnot any gift will do. Traditionally milk and honey are offered because these foods are more potent than others, having been obtained from creatures who expended great energy in producing them.

There are several other ways to keep the Kruorumbrae at bay. Sea salt or even common table salt can be helpful in creating circles of protection or blocking passage from windows and doors. For smaller Kruorumbrae, contact with salt can be deadly. For a larger Blood Shadow, crossing a line of salt will cause burns. The longer the creature maintains contact with the circle, the more likely it is to burst into flames. Fire or silver can also be used to slay Kruorumbrae. Silver is an effective weapon because the Blood Shadows are allergic to it. If they touch it, their skin burns, and they can be killed with a silver blade.

In The Rabbit and the Raven, David and Abby will need all these tricks and more as they journey throughout Cai Terenmare, seeking alliances with the Oracles against Tierney. They will find that their new world is more dangerous than they imagined, because it’s not just creatures of darkness they need to worry about. It’s the darkness within their own hearts.



Darkness is beguiling…and power always comes with a price.

Adopted by loving parents, David Corbin had no idea his life was a lie. Then he met a girl. Abby Brown freed David from the spell keeping him from the truth, that he was the lost heir to the throne in a magical realm.

Even though he got the girl and gained a kingdom, David had no clue about the unfathomable power he would inherit, nor did he realize how much he would have to sacrifice to keep the throne.

If there is any hope of winning the war against the deadly Kruorumbrae, David and Abby will have to journey to the outer edges of the realm to secure the loyalty of the four Oracles. Along the way, they will learn just how seductive darkness can be.


Out of the shadows of the labyrinth, a massive beast emerged. He was bigger than Calder had been, but while Calder had been a hairless, muscled brute, this feline creature was lean, muscled in a way that was beautiful and terrible at the same time. He had the look of a sophisticated and efficient killer—covered in thick, shiny fur with black-on-black stripes. He approached Abby with a menacing deliberateness, bearing long, primeval fangs.

“Hello, Rabbit,” the creature said as he circled her slowly. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

Abby could feel the beast’s hot breath on her skin. Don’t show fear, she thought, planting her feet in a fighting stance and drawing herself up to look taller, brawnier. Look him straight in the eye. If you’re going to die, at least have a little dignity about it. She stared into his eyes and spoke his name: “Tierney.”

The creature stared back, eyeing Abby’s clenched jaw and defensive stance, and then he smiled apologetically. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” Tierney said. “I forget this face can be, shall we say, rather off-putting. Allow me to present a more pleasing visage.” His form changed, melting away like smoke, leaving black ashes lingering in the air. In the creature’s place stood a handsome young man with dark eyes—nothing like the beast he had just been.

Don’t be fooled by the illusion, Abby told herself. He’s the same monster he was before—it’s just a mask. She stood her ground, infusing her voice with authority. “On the contrary. You know that face is off-putting. That’s why you wore it.”

To her surprise, Tierney started laughing—not a mean, condescending laugh, but one of genuine, unguarded amusement. It wasn’t quite the response Abby had expected.

“Well, now,” he chuckled, “you are a surprisingly perceptive one. Do you know why I’m here?”

“I assume it’s to get to the Solas Beir by killing me,” Abby said.

“Oh, come now, Rabbit, I’m hurt. I have absolutely no such plans. None at all,” Tierney replied.

“I have trouble believing that—your reputation precedes you,” she said.

“Well, dear Rabbit, a reputation is really quite subjective, don’t you think? And you must concede that your sources may be a bit biased when it comes to me.” He began circling her again, looking her up and down. “Actually, I’m here because I heard a very interesting story about you. And I must say, I think there’s more to you than I was originally led to believe. I heard that an ordinary human girl rescued the Lightbearer by killing a Blood Shadow—and not just any Blood Shadow, mind you, but one of the strongest among us. And I wondered to myself, an ordinary human girl? How can that be?”

Abby noticed that Tierney used the term “Lightbearer” rather than David’s formal title of Solas Beir. She didn’t think it was an accident. In fact, she was certain that Tynan Tierney never said or did anything that wasn’t calculated. “What is it you want, exactly?” she demanded, putting her hands on her hips.

“Only to see if the story was true. I can see now that you’ve been underestimated. Clearly, you are no ordinary human girl. You are turning out to be much more interesting than I thought you would be, pretty little c’aislingaer,” he said.

Abby glared at him. “Thanks, but you can’t fool me into falling for flattery.”

Suddenly Tierney stepped close to Abby, his arms pulling her to him, his breath on her neck as he whispered in her ear. “No, indeed I cannot. For I have met many a fool, and you are not one.”

He was so warm, and his touch made her skin tingle, much to her chagrin. She fought to show no response, reminding herself to keep her guard up.

He continued, his lips almost grazing her skin as he talked. “What I want, Abigail, is to show you the truth—to help you see my side of the story so you can decide for yourself if my so-called reputation is deserved.” He pulled away suddenly, his head cocked to one side as if he had heard something.

Abby heard nothing.

Tierney turned back, his dark eyes on her. “Your boyfriend is coming. Better not let him catch you fraternizing with the enemy. Until we meet again, little Rabbit.” Taking her hand, he held it to his lips, kissing it with a disarming tenderness. Then he was gone—not in some magic puff of smoke, but simply not there anymore.

Abby heard the crack of a twig breaking as someone approached. Rather than feeling a sense of relief, she felt oddly guilty, like she had been caught in the act of doing something wrong. She had just survived what should have been a lethal encounter with a monster, but instead of being frightened of Tierney, she found herself attracted to him. And that terrified her.



Melissa Eskue Ousley lives in the Pacific Northwest of the United States with her family and their Kelpie, Gryphon. When she’s not writing, Melissa can be found hiking, swimming, scuba diving, kayaking, or walking along the beach, poking dead things with a stick.

Before she became a writer, she had a number of educational jobs, ranging from a summer spent scraping road kill off a molten desert highway, to years spent conducting research with an amazing team of educators at the University of Arizona. Her interests in psychology, culture, and mythology have influenced her writing of The Solas Beir Trilogy.





Posted by on April 23, 2014 in What to Read Wednesday


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What to Read Wednesday with Erin Lindsey Maurer and giveaway

Happy Wednesday! Please join me in welcoming author Erin Lindsey Maurer to What to Read Wednesday. She’s sharing an interesting post about writing, baseball and her latest release LINE DRIVE…find out how they all tie in together. Afterward, don’t forget to enter her wonderful giveaway!



“Why Baseball?”


I have always known I wanted to write. I remember being a second grader, making up stories to read to my brother as I forced him to play “school.” The funny thing is, for the longest time, I convinced myself that I could not write a book. I have written countless treatments and opening paragraphs, never to get much further than a few pages.

When I thought up the Philadelphia Liberty series, somehow the floodgates opened up and it became so much easier. But there have been a lot of changes along the way. In my original draft, it was barely long enough to be a novella, and the Liberty was a hockey team. Once, I realized I wanted to write about baseball, well Line Drive was born.

            Creating a baseball team just felt natural. I’ve been a long-time fan of sports romances. I gobble up anything Nikki Worrell, Jami Davenport and Toni Aleo write. There’s something about unlocking the jock stereotype, to reveal the sensitive, passionate man underneath. Believe me, to devote your life to a sport and make room in your heart for love, requires a ton of passion. I knew I wanted to be a sports romance writer.

            Writing about hockey just felt a little off, but making the jump to baseball was simple. I grew up on the sport, cut my teeth watching the boys of summer take the field. I spent weekends at Little League games, watching my brother play or my dad behind the plate. Baseball has always felt like home to me.

            Deciding to write about the minor leagues was a little bit more of a stretch. For me, its what made sense. From the moment I put pen to paper, I knew that Mattie was going to be a complicated hero. I knew his sense of duty was going to pull him in multiple directions. His love of baseball was a driving force in his life, but its not the only force in his life.

            His complicated character was what made me realize that he needed to play for the minors. Those guys don’t make the millions we see in the majors. Many of them have second jobs, careers, and obligations. But, that’s not the only reason the Liberty had to be a minor league team.

            Just as long as I’ve been cheering on my beloved Philadelphia Phillies, I have loved visiting the minor league teams. For me, the feeling at the minors is just a little bit different. The stadiums are definitely always filled with families. I’ve always noticed more interaction with fans in the minor league parks. Though many of them have their sights set on the big time, in the minors you are sure to find guys who play just for the love of the game.

For me, that’s worth writing about.



Mattie Duvall is just starting to rediscover his dreams. Signing with the minor league Philadelphia Liberty gives him a second shot at playing professional baseball. What he didn’t expect was to fall for the cider-haired pixie haunting his dreams. Ashlynn Davis isn’t looking for love. She’s busy chasing down her own big dream: finding a way to use her cooking skills to give back to Philadelphia’s less fortunate. The two cannot deny their mutual attraction, or that they’re heading rapidly towards that four letter word they thought they’d never say: LOVE. When secrets from Mattie’s past bubble to the surface, Ashlynn begins to question her position in his life. Can the two put the past behind them in time to race toward a future together? Or is love destined to play second fiddle to big dreams and even bigger secrets?


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Erin Lindsey Maurer grew up surrounded by stories. She made up stories about well everything and often got caught reading under her covers with a flashlight. Today, she is still cooking up tales, with a spicier spin. Line Drive is the first title in her Philadelphia Liberty series, celebrating the boys of baseball and the women they love.

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Posted by on April 16, 2014 in What to Read Wednesday


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What to Read Wedesday with Cynthia Sax and giveaway

Thank you for coming back for another round of What to Read Wednesday! Today we have Avon author Cynthia Sax in the hot seat. She’s written an intriguing guest post that will leave you in the hot seat when you answer her question.

I, for one, can’t wait to read your answers.

Cynthia is also sharing teasing us with a blurb from her latest release Breaking All The Rules…an erotic novella that sounds like a fun read. And don’t forget to enter the giveaway at the end of the post. Details listed below!

Take it away Cynthia…

Will The Real You Please Stand Up?

Cynthia Sax

When I was in university, I was infamous for my mad party crashing skills (before Wedding Crashers made it cool). I’d drag a group of buddies out and we’d crash random parties, doing our best to blend in. If we attended an engineering party, we’d all be engineers. If we attended a chess club party, we’d all be chess players.

We mastered the art of making conversation without saying anything. We asked questions and listened. I knew nothing about chess or quantum physics before I attended the parties. After the parties, I knew a little bit about both topics (this splattering of knowledge is now invaluable for my writing).

I’m certain we weren’t fooling anyone but we were all female (in a very male-dominated school) and we were having a blast so no one said anything.

Sometimes I still pretend to have knowledge I don’t or to be someone I’m not. I’ll nod when a friend tells me about an insurance rating system (I don’t even know what that is). When I win the airline lottery and get bumped to first class, I act as though I belong there. Book bloggers (grins) interview me and I pretend I know what I’m talking about.

Camille, the rebel heroine of Breaking All The Rules, finds herself in a similar situation. She wants Nate. She’s a bit obsessed with the uptight CFO. The problem is… Nate only has sexual relations with high class escorts. No problem, Camille thinks, I’ll pretend to be an escort.

She has NO idea how to be an escort. She doesn’t know how escorts act, what they charge for their services, or what the true relationship is between an escort and her client. Camille makes things up as she goes along, giving Nate what she thinks he needs, covering her errors with fast talking.

She severely undercharges for their first encounter (she sets an hourly rate and Nate, having been teased and tormented for months, doesn’t last long). When Nate calls her on this, she claims the fee was a deposit.

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I cover his grim lips with my right index finger. “I don’t want to hear another word about the other women and what they charge or what they do.” His eyes flash, bolts of lightning surging through his darkened irises. “They run their businesses their way. I run my business my way.” I sweep my fingertip over his lips back and forth, back and forth. His breath blows tantalizingly hot against my skin. “This is a deposit. I’ll collect the remaining balance after the transaction is completed.”

I drift my hands over his suit-clad chest, relishing his firm muscle and solid form. “There will be none of that pay-in-sixty-days nonsense either.” I swirl my fingers over his slim sleek belt buckle. “I expect immediate cash.” I release his belt and he inhales sharply, his body shaking.


Yeah, Nate is a goner. Camille is a sexual force to be reckoned with.

Have you ever pretended to have knowledge you didn’t or acted like someone else?



Nathan Lawford, Blaine Technologies’ chief financial officer, is known as the Iceman. He conducts his personal and business affairs without emotion, never allowing himself to become involved with anyone. When Nate sees something or someone he wants, he negotiates, paying a simple, set monetary price.

Now he wants Camille, the company’s green-haired intern.

Camille Joplin Trent never expected to be paid to pleasure the man of her dreams. She can’t quite figure out why this is a bad thing. Nate is intelligent, handsome, sophisticated—everything she’s ever wanted in a lover and never thought she could have. Their contract is for a month, thirty lust-filled days of making every sexual fantasy they’ve ever had come true. At the end of this month, the rules state that their relationship will end.

Of course, Camille has never been good at following rules.

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Cynthia Sax lives in a world filled with magic and romance. Although her heroes may not always say, “I love you”, they will do anything for the women they adore. They live passionately. They play hard. They love the same women forever.

Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself up to the joys and pains of research, while they travel the world together, meeting fascinating people and finding inspiration in exotic places such as Istanbul, Bali, and Chicago.Please visit her on the web at


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Posted by on April 9, 2014 in What to Read Wednesday


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What to Read Wednesday with USA Today best selling author Julie Anne Long with giveaway

HI! Thank you for joining me for What to Read Wednesday :) Today we have Avon author Julie Anne Long visiting. She’s sharing a secret, but you’ll have to check out her guest post to discover what it’s all about. Afterward please check out her release BETWEEN THE DEVIL AND IAN EVERSEA and don’t forget to enter her giveaway!!!


I’ll tell you a secret: The cover of BETWEEN THE DEVIL AND IAN EVERSEA provides an important clue to our hero’s destiny. It’s not the minxy blond wearing the supremely confident smile (though she’s clearly pretty important, too).
It’s the window itself. Because for better or worse, windows have always changed Ian’s life.
Beginning with WHAT I DID FOR A DUKE (where readers first spent quality time with our inveterate rogues): one he scaled a tree to the window of the bedroom occupied the Duke of Falconbridge’s erstwhile fiancee, and was ignominiously ushered out again a mere few minutes later at gunpoint, naked, by said duke.
And in BETWEEN THE DEVIL AND IAN EVERSEA, Tansy Danforth gets her first accidental glimpse of our hero when she peers out her window early in the morning, and notices a BARE MAN on the balcony adjoining hers:

He was standing on the little balcony next to hers, just feet away.
She ducked back into her room and dragged the curtain over her face, leaving just her eyes exposed, like a harem girl, and leaned forward for a better look. She could only see his back: A glorious burnished expanse of shoulders, a lovely trench of sorts along his spine, dividing two ridges of hard muscle, all of that narrowing into a taut waist.
Suddenly he thrust his arms up into the air, arched backward as though he’d been struck my lightning, and made a sort of roaring sound, like a pagan god calling down the morning. Though she doubted whether a god would sport fluffy black hair in his armpits.
He promptly disappeared back into his room, just as though he’d been a cuckoo popping out of a clock to announce the time.

And Ian, who has met Tansy and summarily summed up and dismissed Tansy as young, feckless, shallow, innocent and (to him) uninteresting, even as she goes about captivating every other man in town, gets his first clue that there may be more to Tansy than he realized when he peers out his own window:

Her chin was propped on her fists, and she was gazing out over the Eversea grounds, which from her vantage point rolled almost as far as the eye could see. She looked smaller than usual, rather slumped in a manner that was almost defeated. For the first time it occurred to him that the sparkle she seemed to bring everywhere with her resulted from some effort, rather than some supernatural source of charm allotted to her in exchange for selling her soul to the devil.

The fascination, along with the mystification, increases each time he catches a glimpse of her:

Miss Danforth was out on the balcony, and her blonde hair down about her shoulders—good Lord, she had miles of it— almost created its own light, so brilliant was it beneath the half moon. Soothing stuff. His hands flexed absently as he imagined drawing his fingers through it.
He watched, mystified, as she leaned slowly forward and assumed something like an awkward arabesque. Her nightrail filled like a sail in a passing breeze, and he was treated to a glimpse of very fine white calf before it deflated. She tilted her head at an impossible angle, and her hair fell in a great sheet down her back. Soothing as watching a river move.
But what the devil was she doing? Perhaps it was some sort of interpretive dance? Was she bowing toward America the way Muslims bowed in the direction of Mecca?
He winced as she gracelessly righted herself again, her arms see-sawing. He could rule out dancer.

In fact, these stealthy, stolen glimpses from their adjacent windows parallel the developing relationship between Ian and Tansy—each incident offers increasingly tantalizing clues about each other, which appall and fascinate them, and which they at first misinterpret. But little by little, it’s the mystery and intrigue of these window glimpses that pull them inexorably together.
And when Tansy finally learns the real reason Ian stretches and roars out on his balcony every morning, her heart is lost. And when Ian learns why Tansy is leaning awkwardly over the edge of her balcony, craning her head, searching the sky for something, it’s the beginning of the end for our inveterate rogue: she’s the first woman to manage to kick open the locked gates of his heart.
And maybe that’s why Tansy looks so satisfied on the cover of the book. She knows windows are going to seal Ian’s fate, and that fate is a happily ever after with her.



She might look like an angel…

The moment orphaned American heiress Titania “Tansy” Danforth arrives on English shores she cuts a swath through Sussex, enslaving hearts and stealing beaux. She knows she’s destined for a spectacular titled marriage—but the only man who fascinates her couldn’t be more infamous…or less interested.

…but it takes a devil to know one…

A hardened veteran of war, inveterate rogue Ian Eversea keeps women enthralled, his heart guarded and his options open: why should he succumb to the shackles of marriage when devastating good looks and Eversea charm make seduction so easy?

…and Heaven has never been hotter.

When Ian is forced to call her on her game, he never dreams the unmasked Tansy—vulnerable, brave, achingly sensual—will tempt him beyond endurance. And fight as he will, this notorious bachelor who stood down enemies on a battlefield might finally surrender his heart…and be brought to his knees by love.

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The author of five popular novels from Warner and eight from Avon, Julie Anne Long lives in California with a fat orange cat (little known fact: they issue you a cat the moment you become a romance novelist).

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What to Read Wednesday with Emma Cane and giveaway

Welcome to What to Read Wednesday! Please help me welcome author Emma Cane. She’s written a wonderful guest post and afterward is sharing a little bit about her 2 books The Cowboy Valentine and A Promise At Bluebell Hill.

She’s also offering up a fantastic giveaway that you can enter at the end of the post!

Take it away Emma…



“The Trouble with the Widows of Valentine Valley”

Now, before you get any ideas that the widows are the heroines of my new books—they’re not. They’re three elderly ladies, grandmothers to several of my heroes/heroine. They live in the Widows’ Boardinghouse, a restored Victorian home complete with wraparound porches and gingerbread trim, and work part-time at the bakery Sugar and Spice, wearing aprons that say, “We Put the Heat in Sweet.” They’ve perfected the art of cheating at cards, they sing a mean three-apart a capella, and one of them is famous for her tarot-card reading. They’re the main members of the Valentine Valley Preservation Fund, offering grants to keep their town picturesque and to help new shops flourish.

But…they just can’t seem to stay out of trouble. Once, they chained themselves to a broken down old house that had been a mining town brothel. The mayor wanted to tear it down, but they claimed it stood for women’s history, since Chinese immigrant women had been the original prostitutes. At the grand opening of a toy story they’d help fund, they gave away free cap guns for kids and set off the too-sensitive smoke detectors. They stole an abused horse and backed up traffic for miles, just to stop the governor’s car and plead for more awareness of animal cruelty. They tried to lure investors to a boarded up old silver mine, hoping to turn it into a museum, by having a picnic the first warm day of spring. Then the snakes slithered out, sending guests shrieking away.

The widows get in even  more trouble in my two newest books. When they aren’t innocently “helping” a grandson get famous (THE COWBOY OF VALENTINE VALLEY), they’re secretly planning a protest just when the President’s son is getting married in town (A PROMISE AT BLUEBELL HILL). I promise, things are never dull when they’re around.

So, what kind of characters do you like in series books?


Valentine Valley Cover


Welcome to Valentine Valley, where the cowboys have many talents and love is waiting around every corner . . .

Ever since a heated late-night kiss—that absolutely should not have happened—cowboy Josh Thalberg makes former Hollywood bad girl Whitney Winslow’s pulse beat faster. But when she decides to use his gorgeous leatherwork in her new upscale lingerie shop, Leather & Lace, she’s determined to keep their relationship strictly professional . . . even if she wants so much more.

Josh has never met a challenge he isn’t up for. Which is probably why he allowed Whitney to persuade him to take the sexy publicity photo that went viral—and now has every woman in America knocking down his door . . . every woman except the one he can’t get out of his head.

But how to convince a reformed bad girl that some rules are worth breaking?


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Welcome to Valentine Valley, where romance blooms and love captivates even the most guarded of hearts . . .

From the moment Secret Service agent Travis Beaumont strides into the town and through the door of Monica Shaw’s flower shop, she feels a sizzle of attraction. After years of putting everyone else’s needs first, Monica is ready to grab hold of life. If she can just persuade the ultimate protector to let his own walls down for once . . .

The President’s son is getting married in Valentine Valley, and Travis should be avoiding all distractions . . . not fantasizing about a forthright, sexy-as-hell florist. Especially when she’s keeping secrets that could jeopardize his assignment. But just this once, Travis is tempted to put down the rulebook and follow his heart—right to Monica’s door.

Roses are red, violets are blue, and in Valentine Valley, love will always find you.

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EMMA CANE grew up reading and soon discovered that she liked to write passionate stories of teenagers in space. Her love of “passionate stories” has never gone away, although today she concentrates on the heartwarming characters of Valentine, her fictional small town in the Colorado Rockies. Now that her three children are grown, Emma loves spending time crocheting and singing (although not necessarily at the same time), and hiking and snowshoeing alongside her husband Jim and two rambunctious dogs Apollo and Uma





Posted by on March 12, 2014 in What to Read Wednesday


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