September 26, 2012

Wednesday's Chow - Tomato Corn Chowder

Hi!  Sorry today's post is so late. This week's guest, Roseanne Dowell is sharing a nice Fall recipe with us.  If you missed her Monday post, Geriatric Rebels, be sure and check it out now.  Love comes in all shapes, sizes and ages!
Tomato Corn Chowder
by Roseanne Dowell
This is a warm, hearty soup, great for a cold day.
4 large ears of corn on the cob or 1 pkg frozen corn
1 medium onion chopped
1 celery stalk, thinly sliced
4 small potatoes, diced
3 med. Tomatoes, coarsely chopped
1 tsp. salt
¼ tsp pepper
½ tsp dry basil
3 c. chicken or vegetable stock
1 c half and half – I use fat free
3 T. butter
1 clove garlic minced
1 large carrot
½ c chopped parsley
If using cobbed corn, cut the corn from the cob, leaving kernel bases attached. With back of the knife scrape cobs to extract the creamy pulp. Set aside. If using frozen corn, skip this part. Heat butter over medium heat in a 5 quart sauce pan. Add onions, garlic, celery, and carrot. Cook, stirring occasionally, until vegetables are soft – about 10 min. Add potatoes, tomatoes, seasonings, stock , parsley, and corn to pan. Reduce heat. Cover and simmer until potatoes are fork tender. (about 30 min) Add half –half and heat through. Do NOT boil.

September 24, 2012

Geriatric Rebels

By Roseanne Dowell
The idea of this book first came to me when my father was in a nursing home. Unfortunately, he couldn’t get out of bed, and he did refuse to eat or take meds. After years of working as a tile setter, it had taken its toll and he suffered with arthritis in his knees and back, so much so that he wasn’t able to stand or walk. I noticed during several visits a little old lady walked past his room and always stopped and looked in. She never spoke, just looked at us for a minute and went on her way. Something about her reminded me of my mother. Maybe it was her curly, silver hair, or her slight build. Whatever it was, she stuck in my mind and years later when I decided to write this story, she naturally came to mind. This story actually had several different drafts. The original was a nonfiction assignment for a writing course I took. It was strictly about my father and his incapacity to get out of bed. From there it changed to fiction, and I brought Elsa into the story.  While Elsa is based on my mother – especially her love of playing jokes and her sense of humor, my mother predeceased my father by three years. And while Mike is based on my father, my dad didn’t have his sense of humor. While I could picture my mother doing this stuff, even in a nursing home, I honestly couldn’t picture my dad. He had a sense of humor, but not one as wild as my mom.

Where I came up with these ideas, I’m not quite sure. I think Mike and Elsa thought of them. The story just took off on its own and flowed. I love when a story does that.

Geriatric Rebels is the story of Mike and Elsa. Seventy-two year old, Mike, forced to stay in the nursing home for therapy. He refuses to take his medicine, refuses to get out of bed, and won’t cooperate with the nurses. At least not until he meets Elsa.  Seventy year old, Elsa is left in the home because her son took his family on a vacation. After an explosive meeting, she teams up with Mike and the nursing home is never the same. Later they discover deception and fraud. Can the two find happiness together?

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Peeking around the corner into the dimly lit halls, Mike watched the pretty silver-haired lady slip into a dark room. What was she up to? He looked up and down the hall to make sure no one was around and followed her. Next thing he knew, he ran smack into her.

“Whoa,” she whispered. “Who are you? What are you doing here?”

“Maybe I should ask you that question,” Mike answered. “This isn’t your room.” A tiny little thing, she barely came up to his shoulders. She put her hands behind her back, and Mike chuckled. What was she hiding? “I’m night security,” he lied. “What’s behind your back?”

She lowered her head and brought out a water pitcher. “It was only a joke.”

Mike took her arm. “You better come with me.” He led her to the hall after a quick check to make sure it was still empty. “So you’re the one stealing the pitchers.”

She shivered and for a moment he felt sorry for her. What a mean trick, but he couldn’t help himself. He pushed open the exit door.

“Where are we going?” Elsa stiffened and tried to pull away. “Where are you taking me?”

 Her timid tone melted Mike. Time to confess. Damn, too late.

“Wait just a dog-gone minute.” She pulled away from him. “How do I know who you are? Where’s your uniform?  Show me some identification.” Although she spoke in whispers, the tone of her voice showed Mike she wasn’t buying his act.

Surprised by her sudden change of attitude, he stopped, raised his hands in surrender, and grinned at her.

“Who are you? Where do you think you’re taking me?” She glared at him with the lightest, bluest eyes he’d ever seen. Eyes that right now, he swore pierced into his.

 “You’re a burglar, aren’t you?” She tapped her foot and crossed her arms over her chest. “If you think for one minute, I’m going out that door with you, think again, buddy.”

Mike stifled a laugh, finding her amusing, obviously she didn’t trust him. Not that he blamed her, he did lie to her, and she didn’t know him from Adam. What did he expect?

“What were you doing in that room, buster, and if you don’t tell me who you are, I’m going to scream for help.”

“Okay, okay, quiet down.”  Hell, she meant business. “I was following you.” He tried to sound serious, but he couldn’t. He found the whole situation humorous. “My name is Mike Powell, room 110, but I don’t belong in this home.” He held out his hand toward her.

“Yeah, none of us belong here,” she scoffed. “Why were you following me?”

Since she ignored his outstretched hand, Mike lowered it. “I was curious to see where you were going in the middle of the night.”

“Humph.” Elsa tapped her foot. “So why are you here?”

“I fell and there wasn’t anyone to take care of me. My wife passed away three years ago, and I don’t have any children. So they threw me in here for therapy.”

“I never see you in therapy.”

“That’s ’cause I don’t need it anymore.”

“Humph. So how come you’re still here?”

“Nothing to go home to. I have more fun here. They don’t know I can get out of bed.”

“And just how did you pull that off?” Elsa seemed surprised to hear he had fooled the nurses into thinking he couldn’t get out of bed.

 “Simple, I refuse to get out of bed. Of course….” He combed his fingers through his thinning white hair and laughed. “They don’t know about my night time escapades.

“Ah, I know who you are. You’re that difficult man. I hear them talking about. You don’t eat, refuse to take your medicine, or even get out of bed. They call you the ‘Geriatric Rebel’.”

Mike chuckled. He liked the sound of her voice, musical, not raspy or whiney like the other women here. “So why are you here?” he asked. “You don’t seem like the typical resident.”

“Humph, kids are on vacation and don’t want to bother with me. I’m Elsa Logan, by the way.” Elsa turned away. “I better get back. Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow.” She left him standing in the hall.

A quiver of something familiar went through him as she disappeared down the hall and into her room.


Mike sighed as Doris’s soft hands slid over his forehead and soothed him. He liked her voice, soft, sweet, almost sing-songy. But no amount of cooing was going to make him get out of this bed. You would think after a month of trying, she’d give up. The others had.

“Come on, Mike, you know it’s not good to lay here like this.”

 He squeezed his eyes closed ignoring her, wishing her away.

“Just leave me alone!”

“Okay, Mike, but you’re not doing yourself any good.” Doris left and closed the door. Guilt gnawed at him the minute the words came out of his mouth. He shouldn’t have yelled at her like that, she was one of the few nurses in the home who bothered with him, and he savored the pampering. She’d been coaxing him to get up to socialize for a month. Sure, socialize, like half the residents here would even remember. Except Elsa.

Elsa with her curly silver hair, quick temper, beautiful smile and bright blue eyes, he closed his eyes, remembering the previous night.

 Mike smiled at the memory. He couldn’t wait to see her again. He napped off and on throughout the day to help pass the time. Finally, they dimmed the lights. Now was his chance. He sneaked into the hall, and there she was peeking out of her room. Was she looking for him? He hoped.

 “Hi, Elsa.” Strange, he felt shy with her. He’d never been shy a day in his life. Not with his wife, not with anyone. Never one to mind getting up in a crowd to speak, this shyness made him uncomfortable. “Want to go for a walk?”

She gestured for him to lead the way.

“Wait, how are we going to get back in?” Elsa stopped and pulled him back at the exit.

“Don’t worry, the door doesn’t lock. Look.” He went out, pulled the door closed and then pushed it open. “”Come on.” He led her out to the parking lot.

“How come the alarm didn’t go off?”

“I disabled it and jimmied the lock.”

She stumbled as she hurried to keep up with him. “Do you think you could slow down a little?”

He waited for her to catch up.  “Sorry, I forget old people can’t keep up with me.” He took her hand. Something about her brought out his playful side, a side long forgotten.

“Who are you calling old, you blustery old fool?” She pulled her hand away, planted it on her hip, and glared at him.

This was definitely a woman to reckon with “You’re really pretty when you’re mad.”

“Humph.” She furrowed her brow and stepped away from him.

Uh, oh he had pushed her too far, but he couldn’t help teasing her, he felt so alive.

 “I’ll show you mad.” Elsa swung her fist, just missing him.

“Hey, I was joking.” He grabbed her hand.  “Truce?”

She pulled her hand away but gave him an agreeable nod. They stepped out into the parking lot and to a clump of trees.

“This is my special place.” He led her beyond the trees to a small grassy area.  “It’s where I come when I want to get away from them.” He nodded toward the home.

Elsa sat on the grass next to him. “It’s like a million miles away from them isn’t it? It’s been a long time since I’ve been out in the evening. Thank you for bringing me here.”

 Mike stroked the back of her hand, enjoying the intimacy of the moment. “Why do you steal the water pitchers?” He couldn’t help being curious about the soft-spoken, petite woman with the quick temper, who invoked feelings he hadn’t felt since his wife died

“Just for the fun of it- I get bored. Besides, I can’t sleep at night.” She shrugged

“I took the nurses’ lunches a couple of times,” he said, “but usually I just come out here.”

“That was you?” Elsa giggled. “They talked about it for weeks. Boy, were they mad.”

 Mike liked the youthful sound of her laugh He suddenly felt young and mischievous. “Let’s go back and fill their coffeepot with ice.” He squeezed her hand as he helped her up.

Pushing the door open a crack, he looked down the hall. “Okay, coast is clear, come on.” He led Elsa to the break room, looked inside. Empty. He motioned her inside and followed her in.

“Stand guard, while I fill the coffee pot.” Mike couldn’t help but laugh as he dumped a couple of containers of ice into the pot. “That should do it.”

They laughed so hard, he was afraid they’d get caught. Elsa shushed Mike as they walked to her room. He hugged her goodnight. Warmth surged through him like a tidal wave when she hugged him back. He hurried back to his room, feeling more alive than he had in years.

 Maybe I’ll get up tomorrow, he thought. He chuckled, remembering their conversation, ‘Geriatric Rebel’ they have no idea. He sighed before he fell asleep.


September 19, 2012

Wednesday's Chow - Banana Bread

This week's guest, Kathryn Knight, shares with us a recipe from her character Rain.  Check out her Monday post Ghosts, Ghosts Everywhere if you haven't yet.

When Rain's failure to contact Jason from the haunted lake house causes him to worry, she bakes his favorite banana bread as an apology. This detail made it into Silver Lake due to the fact that my banana bread is one thing that I make that everyone seems to love. Here's the recipe, give it a try!

2 cups flour
1 1/2 cups sugar
1/4 t salt
1 t baking soda
2 eggs, slightly beaten
1/2 cup cooking oil
1/2 cup buttermilk
1 t vanilla extract
1 c mashed very ripe bananas (approx. 2)

Sift together flour, sugar, salt, and baking soda. In a separate bowl, stir together eggs, oil, buttermilk, vanilla, and bananas. Add the liquid ingredients to the dry ingredients. Stir until evenly mixed. Pour into a greased and floured 9x5 loaf pan. Bake at 350 degrees for 1 1/4 hours or until knife comes out clean. Remove from pan and wrap loosely in foil, leaving ends open. When nearly cooled, close ends; let cool completely.

Author Bio:

As a child, Kathryn Knight kept her parents on a constant quest to find enough reading material to last her through each week. An early fondness for books about horses later gave way to a lasting preference for both love stories and ghost stories; as a writer, the paranormal romance genre is a perfect fit. Silver Lake is Kathryn's first novel; her second novel, Gull Harbor, has also received a contract from The Wild Rose Press and will be released in 2013. She lives in New England with her husband, her sons, and a number of rescued animals. Please visit her at or on Facebook at Kathryn Knight books.

September 17, 2012

Ghosts, Ghosts Everywhere

by Kathryn Knight
I’ve always wanted to see a ghost. If there’s a Haunted Walking Tour, I’m there. But still no luck. I love all those paranormal reality shows on TV. I’ve even considered paying to spend the night in a haunted colonial jail a few towns over. If they had indoor plumbing, I would do it!
But the other night, I thought I heard someone climbing the stairs over and over, up and down, accompanied by the sound of change jingling from a pocket. Now, my husband runs a few mornings a week, and sometimes he does the stairs a few times to warm up, but I lay there in the dark thinking, why does he have a pocketful of change when he’s going running? Then I rolled over and saw that he was still in bed next to me, and both our sons were at sleepovers.
The noise stopped, but I still had to get up and investigate. I didn’t find anything, but in the darkness of 1:30 a.m., I decided maybe it wouldn’t be so cool to see a ghost. At least not in my own home!
But I admit I had a lot of fun writing the scenes in Silver Lake when our heroine Rain Anderson actually sees the ghost. As much as she wants to help her old friend’s spirit find peace, encountering her ghost is terrifying. Luckily Jason is at the lake house too—but even he, a Fourth degree black belt in Karate, can’t do much about a ghost determined to get her message through!
How about you? Has anyone seen a ghost? I’d love to hear your haunting stories!
Rain Anderson can't decide which is more unsettling—encountering the ghost of her missing friend, or reuniting with the man whose love she foolishly rejected. But one thing is certain: the past has come back to haunt her, quite literally.
Five years ago, Rain's tight-knit group of high school friends unraveled when one vanished during their senior year. Now, a parent's deathbed request has reunited the friends at Silver Lake, including Jason Lansing, the man Rain discarded. Rain and Jason discover the powerful attraction between them has survived, but though Jason is willing to forgive, he can't let himself forget. The possibility of falling for Rain again is too risky.
Slamming doors, crashing objects, flaring fires—clearly the ghost has a message to share. As Rain and Jason struggle to unravel the truth, they must face a desperate spirit in need of help…and a burning passion that refuses to die.
“I saw...a figure. A figure with dark hair, and I think it was Brandy.” She shuddered and put her forehead back on his chest. 
Reluctantly, he moved their bodies apart a bit and scanned her face. He held on to her shoulders and asked calmly, “You saw Brandy? Brandy is here?”
She shook her head. “No, I saw… like… an image of Brandy. I woke up, because it was cold, and I saw something moving. It was Brandy, I’m sure of it, although I didn’t see her face clearly. And then she, um, disappeared.”
“An image of Brandy? Are you saying you saw a ghost, Rain?” He was pretty sure she’d had another nightmare, but the way she had flown out of her room gave him the impression it had been an extremely vivid one.
“I know, it sounds ridiculous. But that’s what I saw. And she sort of, well, went through the wall. I’m sure you don’t believe me,” she added miserably, lifting her stormy eyes to his.
He pulled her back into a hug before he could stop himself. “I absolutely believe you. Whether you were awake or asleep, you saw Brandy and that’s scary. I don’t think we can deny that weird things are happening here.”
Jason smoothed her hair and waited patiently for her trembling to subside. If a ghost really was lurking in her bedroom, there wasn’t a whole heck of a lot he could do about that. A rare sense of powerlessness caused his jaw to clench in frustration.
He stopped watching the door and instead focused on the gorgeous woman in his arms. She clung to him, and his body responded to hers with a familiar ache. He knew he was losing the battle to keep his feelings platonic.
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Author Bio:
As a child, Kathryn Knight kept her parents on a constant quest to find enough reading material to last her through each week. An early fondness for books about horses later gave way to a lasting preference for both love stories and ghost stories; as a writer, the paranormal romance genre is a perfect fit. Silver Lake is Kathryn's first novel; her second novel, Gull Harbor, has also received a contract from The Wild Rose Press and will be released in 2013. She lives in New England with her husband, her sons, and a number of rescued animals. Please visit her at or on Facebook at Kathryn Knight books.

September 10, 2012

Are you ready for some football?

Running Backs
By Chris Redding
I love football. I didn’t always love football, but I do now. And I went to Penn State so it’s hard not to like football when you go there.

What’s my favorite position? Not sure I could have answered that until I was thinking about all my favorite players. The ones I have always rooted for to do well when they went professional.

They have all had one thing in common.

They are all running backs. And they happen to be some of the most famous PSU alum football players.

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First comes John Cappalletti. He’s actually from my part of Pennsylvania so he was a known entity before he became a running back. He dedicated his Heisman Trophy win to his little brother Joey who had been diagnosed with Leukemia. That’s a big heart.

Curt Warner held the career rushing record at Penn State until Evan Royster beat him. He was also running back when I applied to Penn State. He helped win the Sugar Bowl for them not long after I found out I had been accepted. He was only 5”11”.

Next come D.J. Dozier whose tenure at PSU overlapped mine. I did get to see him play in person. His six foot frame could just keep moving down the field.

Blair Thomas was the first player to rush for 1400 yards in two seasons earning All American honors in 1987 and 1989. He also was playing while I was attending PSU. He stands only 5’10”.

Then there were a few years where I didn’t get to watch football. I got married and followed my husband’s career around Europe.  Then kids were born and when they finally reaching an age where I could sit for more than a nanosecond, I resumed my football watching.

So I make a leap in years to Evan Royster.  Standing at 6’1” he rushed  for 513 yards on 82 carries for a 5.3 yards per carry average.  The little guy strikes again. 

Last, but not least I will give a nod to someone who is no longer a Nittany Lion. Silas Redd transferred to USC, but when he was a Lion, he was my favorite player.  Standing at only 5’10” he  rushed for 1,188 yards in the 2011 regular season, third most in the Big Ten Conference. I wish him luck at USC.

I mention everyone’s heights, but you may be thinking they are all tall. Compared to the rest  of the team, they are not.  You see them in a huddle and sometimes they are a full head shorter than the rest of the players. That may be why I am drawn to them.

With the Silas Redd’s leaving, I am now in search of a new favorite player. Who will it be? You can bet it will be a running back.

Blurb Blonde Demolition:

Mallory Sage lives in a small, idyllic town where nothing ever happens. Just the kind of life she has always wanted. No one, not even her fellow volunteer firefighters, knows about her past life as an agent for Homeland Security.

Former partner and lover, Trey McCrane, comes back into Mallory's life. He believes they made a great team once, and that they can do so again. Besides, they don't have much choice. Paul Stanley, a twisted killer and their old nemesis, is back.

Framed for a bombing and drawn together by necessity, Mallory and Trey go on the run and must learn to trust each other again―if they hope to survive. But Mallory has been hiding another secret, one that could destroy their relationship. And time is running out.

 Bio for Chris Redding

Chris Redding lives in New Jersey with her husband, two kids, one dog and three rabbits. She graduated from Penn State with a degree in Journalism.  When not writing she works for her local hospital in the Emergency Services Department. She has been writing for thirteen years and has five books published. 



September 5, 2012

Wednesday's Chow - Three Bean Salad

I have never really like Italian Dressing, so I've never much liked Three Bean Salads, but this one is really good. I'm not sure why, but I do like this.  I have used WishBone low-cal Italian Dressing when I've made it, the last time just this weekend for the Labor Day BBQ with family and friends! Oh, also, I really, really dislike green bell peppers, especially when cooked. So I tend to leave them out. But I don't mind red bell peppers. The first time I made this, I put red bell peppers in it, this weekend, I was out.  The are good and they add color to the salad!

Three Bean Salad
1 15-oz can cannellini beans, drained, and rinsed
1 15-oz can kidney beans, drained and rinsed
1 15-oz can garbanzo beans, drained and rinsed
2 celery stalks, chopped
½ cup red onion
1 green or red bell pepper, chopped
½ finely chopped parsley
1 cup store-bought light Italian dressing 

Mix all ingredients together until well combined. Pour dressing over salad. Refrigerate overnight.
Anna Kathryn Lanier

September 2, 2012

Seduced by History Newsletter

Seduced by History
Monthly List of Historical Romance Releases. Hearts through History (HHRW) is an on-line chapter of Romance writers of America.
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September 2012 Dear Historical Romance Reader,

By subscribing to Seduced by History, each month you will receive a list of books written by various authors, many of them members of the Hearts Through History Chapter, from which you can make your selections.

We will also give you a peek at what is coming next month and remind you of last month's offerings. If you have questions or comments or suggestions, please don't hesitate to let your editor know by writing to

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Ashlyn Macnamara

Available September

Gather the BonesAlison Stuart
Lyrical Press, ISBN 9781616504076
Historical Paranormal
War leaves no one untouched
The horrors of the Great War are not the only ghosts that haunt Helen Morrow and her late husband's reclusive cousin, Paul. Unquiet spirits from another time and another conflict touch them.
A coded diary gives them clues to the mysterious disappearance of Paul's great-grandmother in 1812, and the desperate voice of a young woman reaches out to them from the pages. Together Helen and Paul must search for answers, not only for the old mystery, but also the circumstances surrounding the death of Helen's husband at Passchandaele in 1917.
As the mysteries entwine, their relationship is bound by the search for truth, in the present and the past.

Sweet DeceptionHeather Snow
NAL Signet Eclipse, ISBN 978-0451237606
Regency Historical with Mystery
Lady criminologist, Miss Emma Wallingford, unknowingly finds herself tangled in the dangerous mission of Lord Derick Aveline, a spy who also happens to be her long lost first love. But when deception, however sweet, is the name of the game, no one can be trusted. And every love--and every life--is at risk. (Second in the Veiled Seduction Series).
"Grabs reader attention from the very beginning. Snow's intriguing, brilliant heroine is fascinated by investigation, justice and forensic science, and she's up against a man who is more than he seems. Snow adds the spice of seduction to the thrill of the chase, leaving readers anticipating the surprising climax." â€"RT Book Reviews
"SWEET DECEPTION is an unpredictable unabashedly intelligent historical romance that, for me, surpassed SWEET ENEMY. Loved it!" â€" Manic Readers

A Cascades ChristmasDebby Lee
Barbour Publishing, ISBN-10: 161626845X, ISBN-13: 978-1616268459
Inspirational Historical Romance
Head to the majestic Northwest where logging history comes to life in four Christmas Romances. Insecurity brings a logger and a young woman together, but will a "perfect" sister tear them apart? Will the dangers of the woods derail a young couples hopes and their chance at love? Amid town gossip, can a work-focused sawmiller win the heart of a prom-and-proper heiress? Will second thoughts have a sentimental girl and a hardhearted carpenter losing love? Find the answers in this heartwarming holiday collection.

The Bride and the BanditLynna Banning
Turquoise Morning Press, ISBN: 978-1-62237-041-2
Western Historical Romance
A light-hearted old-west romance about an imaginative librarian writing a summer theatrical, The Trials of Cleopatra, and the undercover detective, disguised as a photographer, who comes to town to catch the Black Bandit and ends up playing Antony to her Cleopatra, falling in love, and catching the bandit all in one summer.

Still Available
Amy Sandas
Samhain Publishing/978-1-61921-080-6
Regency Historical
Anna Locke was once young, naive and infatuated with the handsome Jude Sinclair. Until the charismatic "gentleman" showed his true colors by abandoning her on their wedding day.
In the years since, she has transformed herself into a confident, successful woman, independent of her errant husband's aristocratic family in every way but name. When Jude unexpectedly returns demanding a divorce, she quashes the butterflies he still elicits, and resolves to show him she won't be so easily cast aside.
Jude has come home to assume the responsibilities left to him upon his father's death, and to finally end the marriage into which he was tricked. To his surprise, Anna is no longer an awkward, skinny girl with a furtive gaze. She has become a lush, enigmatic vixen with dark eyes that shield secrets she seems determined to keep.
In their intimate war of wills, the heat of bold desire flares into passionâ€"and casts light on a shared past tangled in lies and blackmail. But until Jude can win her trust and learn the truth, there will be no destroying the obstacles that loom darkly between them...and the love that should have been theirs.
Lana Williams
self-published, ISBN-13: 978-1478235279
Medieval, paranormal elements
Sir Royce de Bremont has spent his entire life plotting revenge against the uncle who murdered his parents and stole his birthright. Kidnapping the man's bride-to-be brings Royce one step closer to fulfilling his vow of vengeance.
Lady Alyna of Montvue has no desire to marry nor to become a pawn in a game of revenge. Her only wish is to find a safe place to raise her young son, a child gifted with second sight.
Alyna soon realizes this bold knight has captured her heart but fears she's merely part of his plot for revenge. The beautiful lady and her precocious son make Royce long for a family of his own, yet his plans have already been set in motion and cannot be stopped.
As passions rise, Royce must choose between his vow of vengeance and risking his heart for love.

Coming in October
Barbara Monajem
Harlequin Historical Undone, ISBN 978-1-459-24799-4
Regency historical novella
Once a notorious rake, Camden Folk, Marquis of Warbury, is now consumed by desire for only one woman: beautiful young widow Frances Burdett. The Yuletide festivities at his country estate present the perfect opportunity for seduction…
After her brief, unsatisfying marriage, Frances swore never to become tied to another man. Then a passionate kiss under the mistletoe reawakens longings she thought buried forever. Can she give in to the pleasures of the body with a rogue like Camâ€"without losing her heart?
Callie Hutton
Soul Mate Publishing
American historical
Guthrie, Oklahoma,1903. Heidi Lester wants independence, Michael Henderson wants nothing to do with women, especially his beautiful employee. But spending every day together is chipping away at his resolve.

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