Saturday, September 20, 2008

New stories at Free Romance

I'm excited to announce we have our first free stories at Free Romance Fiction! Squeeee! Okay, yeah I'm probably more than excited. LOL Best-selling author Linda Sole, (yes our very own Linda here on the blog) very kindly submitted a historical short to our site, and it's very, very good! We also have an offering from prolific romance writer, jj Keller that is a paranormal romance.

Both stories are high quality, very enjoyable reads that it is definitely worth your time to check out. Plus the stories are available in PDF format rather than on a web page where it has to compete with ads as on many other free romance story websites.

So be sure and check out Linda's story Yo, Ho, Ho, and a Bottle of Rum.

and jj Keller's story A Haunting Song.

I can guarantee you won't be sorry! :-)

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Love Is Not Enough

I always seem to be late with my posts these days but I don't think anyone will be posting today. A month or so ago I received my copies of the audio of Love Is Not Enough/Linda Sole/Severn House. At first I couldn't find it on the web and amazon didn't have it. Now they do but are saying it is already out of print or temporarily out of stock. I am not sure whethere to be pleased that it has sold out so quickly or disappointed that not enough were pressed. I would have liked to buy an extra copy.

The second book in the series seems to be selling in print, only one left on This is also coming out in audio, perhaps they will print a few more copies of the CD this time. The third book Forbidden Love is out in December in the UK an March 2009 USA. Fingers crossed that will get done in audio as well!

I have just finished a book this morning. I just have to print and check through for mistakes and then I am going to have a holiday. LOL Linda

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Remembering 9/11

Remembering 9/11

So much has happened since that awful day, September 11, 2001 that I sometimes forget what it was like that day. I was at work in the ER as the news came to us that first one tower and then the other had been hit by airplanes. We heard that the Pentagon had been hit and then a plane had gone down in a field in Pennsylvania. We were on lock down. No one could leave. I called my family and I prayed. Was this it? Was this the end? We comforted one another and wondered what would happened next.

I remember images of the towers collapsing, people running and weeping, firemen, policeman and emergency personnel searching and hoping to find someone alive. Most poignant to me was the members of congress standing on the steps of the Capital Building spontaneously singing America The Beautiful and a senator weeping during the memorial service.

Now I remember it all and I pray that some day we can feel secure and that peace will come again.
Sarah McNeal

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Two More Days Until Do Or Die Releases!!!

PhotobucketHey Everyone!
I'm excited to announce that Do Or Die will be available in ebook format from The Wild Rose Press in just two days!!! I had such a blast writing Do Or Die as it is non stop action from beginning to end. If you like adventure stories with a big dash of romance this one will cater to your tastes. It's also a futuristic so if you're a fan of Sci-Fi Do Or Die will also be right up your alley. I hope it appeals to a wide range of readers for various reasons.

If you recognize the heroine's name, Shylah, you might be remembering it from reading my author bio. Our one Yorkshire Terrier was named for the Shylah in Do or Die, and I think her spunky tenacious attitude mirrors the Shylah McKay in Do Or Die to a pretty perfect 'T'.

Do Or Die will be available in Paperback on October 10, 2008 from Amazon and B&N!!!! The awesome cover was designed by Rae Monet! Thank you again, Rae!
Here's the blurb:
Do Or Die By Marly Mathews
Futuristic Paranormal Romance
The world has changed. Ten years ago, Earth nearly crumbled beneath the might of an intergalactic War. Their Enemy fought them with their destructive psychokinetic powers. Only a band of extraordinary humans stood in their path. They were known as the Gemini Order. Led by Shylah McKay, they saved Earth from ruination.

Now, Shylah McKay and her kind are being persecuted for the very talents that saved Earth. But Shylah's a mover and a shaker, and with her lover Grayson by her side, she'll go to the ends of the Earth and beyond to fight for her people.

Here's an excerpt from Do Or Die to give you a sneak peek!

Grayson stared at the woman. Didn’t she know
who he was? What he was?
The woman intrigued him. Sparks had flown
between them. She was definitely special—she
looked at him as if he were her savior.
He had to help her. He knew that in an instant.
His eyes locked on hers again. He was in love.
One look—that was it. He glanced at the insignia on
her yellow uniform. She was part of the much-
revered Gemini Order. She had to be one hell of a
powerful woman.
He knelt beside her. For some reason he could
touch her...he didn’t understand that. They had to
be bonded in some way. It could only be a
supernatural bond.
“I’m going to touch you again, Captain.”
“Call me, Shylah. Just, Shylah.”
His heartbeat quickened. Her voice was heaven.
Willing all of his energy to him, he leaned down and
gathered her in his arms. He stood up, cradling her
against his chest.
“Shylah.” Her name rolled off his tongue like
music. His voice was a caress and she relaxed.
“Take me, here.” She pressed her hand against
his chest, and a sudden image entered his mind.
She was a telepath.
He’d known the members of The Gemini Order
were skilled, but not all were telepaths.
He nodded his head. “Your wish is my
command.” He took to the sky. It was a miracle he
had found her. She could be his salvation.
“I feel as if we’ve met before.” She tilted her
head toward him, and he drank in the beauty of her
stunning eyes. They seemed to engulf her entire
face. “You feel familiar.” He sighed. He would never
get enough of listening to her voice.

Available September 12, 2008 from The Wild Rose Press!


Tuesday, September 9, 2008


by Sarah J. McNeal
Available in print or ebook at , fictionwise , and through my website at
THE VIOLIN by Sarah J. McNeal (Blurb)

Genevieve has dreamed about him all her life, but it isn’t until she buys his violin and finds the remnants of his life and the mystery of his death within its case, that she makes a decision that will change her life forever. Is there a way to change the past and save the man who haunts her heart?

THE VIOLIN at Amira Press by Sarah McNeal

John bent forward and kissed her on the cheek. He spoke to her in a low voice as his deep, green eyes looked into hers. “I thought you were a goddess. You fairly took my breath away.”
He laughed as he stood up taking her with him as he took both her hands in his. “Forgive me for seeming rude but your beauty rendered me completely speechless for a few moments.”
“Why don’t the two of you stay here for supper tonight instead of going out?” Matilda suggested. Her voice still had an edge to it.
“I think that’s a good idea,” Will added.
Jimmy laughed as he danced around the couple standing in the living room holding hands and looking into each other’s eyes. “He was just funning, Pop, that’s all,” Jimmy said.
“John, I think ...,” Will started to speak.
“Pop, please, you’re scaring Genevieve,” John said and gave his father a warning look.
Will scrutinized John for a moment as emotions scattered in a riot across his face. After a moment of contemplation, he nodded his head to give consent. “You're a grown man, John. You will do what you want regardless of what I think. As your father, I only ask that you use discretion when entrusted with another's well being and care for yourself for those who value you.” He looked down at Jimmy and smiled. “Come with me outside and I’ll let you look at my pipe while we test out your cannon.”
“Will,” Matilda cried following the man and the boy out through the kitchen, “Don’t you dare show that boy that pipe.”
The couple was left alone in the living room. John’s hands seemed to burn into Genevieve’s. She wanted him to stay with her like this forever. Her heart ached a little and she wasn’t sure why. “Are you really okay? She asked.
“Hell no, I’m not okay. I’m never okay around you.” He smiled charmingly. “Now that you’ve turned into a goddess with the help of my mother, I’m not sure I will ever be okay again,” he said and grinned.
Genevieve jerked her hands out of his grasp. “I don’t think your jokes are all that funny. You scared the life out of me,” she said angrily.
He reached around her and pulled his jacket from the back of the couch. “Come on, Genevieve, let’s get going.” He took her hand back in his firm grip and pulled her along behind him out the front door, off the little porch and across the yard to his motorcycle.
Genevieve skidded to a halt. “I’m not going to ride on that thing.” She felt the knot in her stomach form just looking at the motorcycle. What a dangerous piece of machinery it was.
“Yes you are,” John said determinedly.
“No I’m not.” Genevieve was obstinately determined that she was most certainly not going to get on that death machine. “I could get killed on that thing.” She looked at the Indian motorcycle as if it were a dragon seeking its next meal.
From the back yard came a miniature explosion. Matilda’s little shriek cut the air followed by the laughter of Will and Jimmy. John glanced at Genevieve and laughed lightly. “Well, looks like that cannon you bought Jimmy has gone over big.”
She scrunched her face into a frown not listening to a word he said. “I’m not going to ride on that thing, John.”
John turned to her and spoke in a low voice as if explaining something to a child. “Listen, honey, Sunbury is ten miles or more down the road. You couldn’t even walk the first two miles before those blisters would start to hurt again.”
He guided her slowly over to the motorcycle. “Now see, I have this wonderful wheeled horse just to take milady conveniently and, without walking on sore feet I might add, to a wonderful restaurant I know in Sunbury.”
He turned her around to face him. “Now we can stand here and argue all our time away on how we’re going to get there but, in the end little miss goddess of mine, you are going to get on this motorcycle if I have to drag you on it and tie you to me.” There was absolute resolution in his voice.
Genevieve knew she couldn’t win. John had to be the most stubborn person on the face of the earth. “Okay,” she relented barely audible, “I’ll do it but I want you to know I’m really scared. You better not get us killed.”
John threw a leg over the saddle of the bike and drew her on to the back where she sat with her legs tucked behind his. He laughed a little. “Don’t worry, honey, I’m not going to kill us, not on purpose any way.”
“Oh, that’s reassuring,” Genevieve snapped back sarcastically. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She wasn’t sure which bothered her more, riding on the motorcycle or John’s back pressed against her chest and her legs snugly folded next to his.
John reached back, took her hands, and wrapped her arms around his waist. “All you have to do is hang on tight and lean the way I lean. Got that?”
Genevieve was shaking too much to answer so she nodded her head even though she was sure he wasn’t really waiting for her permission. Her stomach clenched with anxiety and fear made her hands tremble.
John kicked the starter with his left heel and the engine sputtered into life. It sounded like a chain saw.
Genevieve hugged John’s waist in a death grip and laid her face against his back as he drew on his goggles over his eyes. “Genevieve,” he yelled over the roar of the engine, “I have to be able to breathe, honey, not that I don’t love you holding me that tight.” He laughed and the motorcycle lunged forward onto the dirt road.
Genevieve watched as John squeezed the clutch with his left hand and reached down to change the gear with his right hand on the stick gear in front of him.
“Aren’t we supposed to have on helmets? There’s a law about that,” Genevieve yelled into his back. She felt the rumble of his laughter on her cheek.
“I don’t think they have a law about that. We’re not going into battle; we’re just taking a ride.” He laughed out loud. “You might want to keep your mouth shut before a bug flies in it,” he shouted and laughed again.
The engine whined a few seconds as John changed gears again. The machine hummed as they scattered rocks and dirt in their wake down the country road. The wind blew through his hair and Genevieve’s braid flopped heavily in the wind the bike created.
“I never saw a motorcycle with a stick shift on the body before,” Genevieve called out over the roar of the engine. “Isn’t there some kind of shift thingy on the handlebar?”
“That’s a mighty interesting question seeing how there is no other motorcycle anywhere. Indian is all there is and this is where the gears are.” John was silent a moment than added, “But now that I think about it, it would sure be more convenient if the ‘thingy’ was on the handlebar.”
Genevieve was beginning to loosen her grip a little as she began to grow calm. A little burn of fear still scorched her stomach though. “Does this thing have brakes?” she called out the question.
“You’ll be glad to know there’s two. I got one in my right hand and the other is located here under my right foot. You couldn’t be any safer.” He spoke loudly making his voice rise above the engine noise. “Isn’t this the greatest?” He was obviously enjoying himself.
Genevieve wasn’t so sure it was the greatest thing riding wildly down a dirt road on a motorcycle. In her real life, she would never take such a crazy chance. But there was one thing she thought that made this dangerous and impulsive antic worthwhile. She got to hold John close to her until she could hear his heartbeat and the vibration of his voice through his jacket on her cheek. The time she spent with John was worth all the heartache that would come later.
Sarah McNeal

Sunday, September 7, 2008

Call For Submissions...

I'm helping to put together a new website called Free Romance Fiction, and we're putting out a call for submissions from published romance authors. This is a really good opportunity to get the word out about your books! I hope those of you that read the blog here, or that post here on the blog will consider submitting. Here's the details:

We are accepting submissions for a new website called Free Romance Fiction. If you are a published romance author then this could be a very nice opportunity for you. We do not discriminate and your story can be from any sub-genre in the romance genre such as erotic, GLBT, Contemporary etc. Our motto is “Where Readers Find Free Romance Fiction by Their Favorite Authors.”

There are guidelines that must be followed and can be viewed on the Submissions page of our website, but the main ones are that you must be a published romance author, your submission must be at least five pages long, and your story cannot be published anywhere else. We believe the saying that “content is king,” and in order to follow this, and to be able to search engine optimize the site, it is necessary that all our content be original. Even though we are requesting that your story not be published anywhere else, you retain full copyright of your story at all times.

As payment for submitting to Free Romance Fiction, those who submit a story by midnight September 30, 2008 will receive one month of free premium advertising on our front page for the cover of their latest release. If you were published in an online newsletter or magazine and or don’t have a current romance book released at the moment, we will hold your free month until you do. We will also provide you with a cover, there are about 40 to choose from, or you can provide your own if you like. You will also receive a banner that you can put on your website or use in your e-mail signature to link to the page containing your story.

Our goals are two-fold, we want to help romance authors get the word out about their books, and we want to provide readers with some free fiction from their favorite romance authors.

For more information on how to submit, please visit the submissions page on our website at Free Romance Fiction or e-mail us at

Thursday, September 4, 2008

Trial By Fire

Trial by Fire/Anne Ireland/Eternal Press

This is a historical time slip. The story alternates between Ally, a modern woman who needs to rest and recover from an accident and Isolde, a woman in the fourteenth century who was condemned as a witch. Ally needs to rest but the whispers have started. Is she going mad or is she being haunted - and why.

Out with Eternal Press on 7th September

As she went down to the hall, Ally heard someone laugh. It was a pleasant sound, youthful and joyous. Where had it come from? The door to the sitting room was open. She walked in, half expecting to see a child at play, because it had surely been a child's laughter. The room was unoccupied, but the tiny, latticed window had been left open a little at the top. Of course, that was why she had heard the laughter. Sound carried a long way at night. Her neighbour probably had children.

Ally smiled, picked up another suitcase, and carried it upstairs.

"Why do you always smell so sweet? Why does your skin have the perfume of flowers?"

Ally froze as she heard the whisper. The voice was a man's―a man talking to his lover.

Laughter and now, whispers! Ally's skin prickled as she stood on the threshold to her bedroom. The voice had seemed to come from this room. But, it couldn't have. She had been into the room; she knew it was empty. Perhaps one of the other rooms? Was it possible that someone had been squatting here?

Putting down her case, she walked along the hall and looked inside the other bedrooms. They were both neat and clean, as pristine as when the agent had showed her the cottage. No one was in the house. It was her imagination.

Ally went back to the bedroom. It was quite empty. She was alone in the house. She hadn't heard that whisper. It was all in her mind.

Perhaps it was the book beginning to take shape at last. The explanation was one she could live with, because it had happened occasionally in the past. Not whispers exactly, but thoughts that came out of the blue and were so insistent, so loud in her head that they might have been spoken.

Trial by Fire © 2008 by Anne Ireland

Hope you enjoy the excerpts. To read more bits of my work visit my website and click on the story blog.