#MysteryMonday #InBraday'sArms

 

Title: In Brady’s Arms

            Sweet McKenna Book Two

Author: Christine Young

Genre: Paranormal Romance

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Trying to avoid a betrothal contract signed by her stepfather Lillian Townsends seeks shelter in the wild Scottish Highlands where Brady McKenna lives.

 

Blurb: In Brady's Arms

 

            Forced to run from the only home she knows, beautiful, headstrong Lillian Townsends seeks shelter in the wild highlands where the McKenna clan live. Trying to avoid a betrothal contract signed by her stepfather to an aging lord, she is desperate to find a means to sidestep the inevitable, including a marriage to the oldest son of the laird. Lilly is enamored of the young lord who pursues her with unrelenting determination flashing his devilishly handsome charms. She is hard pressed to resist.

 

            Besotted from the first moment Brady McKenna sees Lilly, he is determined to find a means to coax her into his arms and bed. With only the promise of carnal pleasure as his mistress, Brady relentlessly pursues the woman who has unwittingly forged a place in his heart. She is like no other woman, proud, defiant and enchanting. Despite his father's advice to stay away from her, he cannot. He boldly seeks her out and makes her his own.

 

 

Excerpt: In Brady's Arms

 

            “Is there something wrong with the food?”

            The sweet sultry voice next to him shook him out of his melancholy musings. He looked up into the soft blue eyes he noticed earlier. Felt his body become fully aroused. He shifted in his chair as he tried to hide the evidence she caused. She smelled of vanilla. He reached up and swiped away the flour on her nose.

            She inhaled a sharp breath, stepping back so quickly she lost her balance for a moment. Brady reached out, stopping her fall. “My apologies. I only meant to rid your nose of the flour left from your baking today. It’s charming,” he said with mocking disdain, still wondering about her as well as her intentions. “You don’tkenmuch about cooking, do you? Perhaps you’re better suited for cleaning.”

            Lillian touched her nose, staring at him as if she thought he’d lost his mind. She was a skittish little thing, almost as if she wasn’t used to men. He decided she was a good little actress. She had the emotions correct right down to the hand at her throat and the widening of her eyes, a deceitful little thing. Amused, he slanted her a mocking grin. Unraveling her would be interesting.

            “You had no right to touch me,” she blurted suddenly, her eyes fixed on Roby as if she couldn’t bear to look at him or she saw something she disliked.

            “I was just trying to help,” he growled, no longer amused. 

            His gaze riveted on his brother who was grinning, clearly enjoying this encounter along with the woman’s attention on him. His brother knew how he felt about the girl. Was using this opportunity to mock him.

            “I beg of you, don’t help again. I’m quite capable of getting the flour dust off my own nose.” 

            She stuck her chin in the air, her nose higher. The regal tilt, the stiffness of her shoulders spoke of nobility.

            Not a common serving wench. His thoughts returned to the silks and satins he saw in the trunk. The voluptuous pillows on the large bed, it was a bed designed for two.

            Another piece of the puzzle that was Lillian Townsend he meant to vanquish.

            She cleared her throat, looked at him with an imperious glare in those soft blue eyes, repeating her earlier question. “Is there anything I can get for you, sir?” she stood back, waiting. Her toe was tapping impatiently.

            He reached out, confronting her earlier statement that he had no right to touch her as he placed his hand around her wrist, closing tightly, tugging her closer. “I want you,” he said, his voice assuming a husky gentle timber.

 

 

 

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Romance, Contemporary, Paranormal, Shapeshifters, Scotland, Highlands

 

 

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#RomanceSunday #Dakota'sBride

 

Dakota's Bride by Christine Young

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When Emma St. John received her brother's letter imploring her to escape her stepfather's vengeful scheme and to trust Dakota Barringer with her life, she was willing to chance it. But the handsome, brooding riverboat owner Emma found in Natchez a danger of another kind. For Emma soon found herself surrendering to an unrelenting desire.

 

Raised by the Sioux when his parents were killed, Dakota had been betrayed once before by a white woman. He wasn't about to trust another, especially one claiming that her stepfather, a powerful U.S. senator, had framed her as a murderess. But he couldn't let Emma's intoxicating effect on him. Now Dakota would risk his very life to protect the innocent beauty who had seduced him with her tender love.

 

EXCERPT: Dakota's Bride

 

Moonless and frigid, the December night sent chills down Emma's spine. Yet she didn't stop at the lighted inn nearby, nor did she break stride when she stumbled over a rut in the muddy road. Instead, she pulled her skirts higher. A carriage raced by, hell-bent in the same direction, spitting mud as it flew past

 

A frantic look over her shoulder did nothing to relieve the fear. He was closing on her, forcing her from her hiding place. She stopped for a moment while she quickly shook the mud off her cape, then she turned to the little girl.

 

"You all right, Clare?" Emma asked.

 

The little girl nodded but didn't say anything, her face screwed tight with concentration, her breaths ragged and hard.

 

The big Mississippi paddle wheeler, due to leave in ten minutes, let out two loud, booming whistles. To Emma's frayed nerves, the sound was heart-stopping.

 

The wind from the docks smelled of fish and tar. When it shifted, she could make out the aroma of fresh baked scones coming from the inn. Emma gripped the tiny hand she held in her own a little tighter, and prayed that Clare could keep up the pace.

 

"It's only a wee bit farther. We can make it," Emma told the little girl, her sister. Half sister, she reminded herself.

 

Clare's father was not her own. His demonically hand­some face leering at her while he calmly explained what he meant for Emma to do in the bordello was something she'd never forget.

 

Clare was a tiny and very fragile seven-year old. She had loving green eyes and a long, slender nose coupled with delicate cheekbones. Emma knew that someday Clare would grow into a classic beauty.

 

One long blond lock of hair slipped loose from Clare's cap. The little girl pushed it away with her free hand, wrinkling her nose disgustedly.

 

Frost coated the road, and each hurried step caused the almost frozen mud to crunch beneath their feet. A horse and rider passed them, the man tipping his hat as he and his mount thundered by. Church bells rang out, the sound hollow and thin. It was almost six o'clock. She had five minutes to reach the boat.

 

A gust of wind caught her broadside and whisked the hood of her cape off the top of her head. She grabbed the soft fur and pulled the fabric back where it belonged. Distracted by the wind and her haste to reach the boat, Emma caught the toe of her shoe on a rock and balanced precariously for an instant.

 

She swore softly under her breath.

 

Had only one month passed?

 

No, three weeks ago her mother had died and two weeks ago she had learned the awful truth. Lawrence Stevenshad slowly poisoned her mother. He had given her a small dose of arsenic each day until finally her mother took to her bed. Several days later Emma had held her mother's hand while she breathed her last.

 

Emma would never have known about the murder if she hadn't overheard Stevens speaking in harsh whispers with a friend of his. There were other things said and promised, things Emma had not wanted to acknowledge.

 

Disbelief and denial had caused her to waste precious time. Seven days had come and gone since she'd had her last horrible encounter with her stepfather. It was an encounter that had left her with no doubts that everything she'd heard was the god-awful truth. Stevens had meant to sell her to a whorehouse. Still, she'd had a difficult time believing the extent of Lawrence Stevens's depravity. But when he'd installed her in Madame leBon's bordello, she realized too late that her life was in grave jeopardy.

 

And Clare, sweet, sweet Clare, had understood all she'd told her and perhaps more. With the eyes of a child, Clare had somehow sensed the evil that surrounded her father long before anyone else did.

 

Five long days and nights they'd spent on the run. Clare had not complained. No matter how exhausted or hungry she was, the little girl had pressed on, understanding the imminent danger that faced Emma. Clare had somehow known that Emma had to get as far away from Lawrence as possible.

 

 

 

This incredible romance is one I positively fell in love with and is good enough to read again and again.

Cherokee 
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I can’t remember the last time I was so engrossed in a book: Dakota’s Bridetook over my weekend, and even now, am wishing to go peruse it one more time…

Rating: 4.5 Books
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#SiFiFantasySaturday #NoMorePoodleSkirrts

 

Title: No More Poodle Skirts

Author: Genie Gabriel

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After drifting for years in the innocent age of the 1950s, a woman struggles to join today's world by finding a career and a new love, with some help from her zany family.

 

 

EXCERPT: No More Poodle Skirts

 

 

Life seemed much simpler when all a girl had to worry about was keeping her bobby socks and the pompom on her poodle skirt a brilliant white. Daphne Madison wiggled and gyrated into panty hose that seemed determined to twist around her like a boa constrictor squeezing its prey.

A modern woman was expected to have it all--a husband, a family, a career--with never a wrinkle in her face or her confidence.

Daphne zipped up her dress and drew a shaky breath as she stared at herself in the mirror. The form-fitting pink dress wasn't as comfortable as her skirts, and the high heels shoved her feet down into the pointy toes. 

I can do this, Daphne reassured herself. She hadn't even been born in the fifties, but it seemed like such an innocent time. If she could pretend to live in that time, surely she could live in the current millennium.

Something doesn't seem just right, she thought, as she fastened a strand of pearls around her neck. However, she refused to wear the short skirts she had seen on television programs. The pencil thin skirt that ended just above her knees was as daring as she would go. 

She slid her arms into the pink jacket that matched her dress and considered herself once again. Something still seemed amiss. She settled a pink pillbox hat borrowed from her sister on top of her smooth blond hair. Better.

White gloves restored her confidence even more. 

With another deep breath, Daphne swept down the stairs to garner the reaction of her family. She knew her adult son, Ryan, would be of little help but to offer a gourmet breakfast gleaned from the latest cooking show on TV. A meal Daphne knew her jittery nerves wouldn't tolerate. 

Her sister wouldn't be stirring yet, but Linda would be organizing the house for the day. She was the mother of Daphne's daughter's husband. Did that make her and Daphne sisters-in-law? No, that wasn't quite right, and thinking about it made her brain hurt.

She gave her head a slight shake. It didn't really matter. Linda was quite practical and had motivated Daphne out of her fantasy life. She would know if Daphne was dressed appropriately for her job interview.

"So what do you think?" Daphne turned slowly as she entered the kitchen. 

Her son glanced up from the television long enough to mumble a good morning. Linda considered her thoughtfully. "Very elegant. Where's your interview?"

"The bank is hiring for a teller."

"Ah." Linda nodded. "Perhaps take off the hat and gloves…"

Panic niggled in Daphne's stomach. The two accessories that had restored at least a smidgen of her self-confidence.

Linda smiled when she noticed Daphne's obvious distress. "Well, maybe just take off the gloves to shake hands with the interview committee."

Daphne swallowed. Perhaps she could manage that.

"Are you going to eat breakfast before you go?" Linda asked.

"I-I really couldn't." Daphne laid a hand over her belly. "Already full of butterflies."

Linda's smile grew wider. "You're beautiful and smart, Daphne. I'm sure you'll knock 'em dead."

Horror mixed with the butterflies in Daphne's stomach at the thought of her interview committee keeling over dead when she stepped into the room.

"It's just an expression." Linda patted Daphne's hand. "Try to relax and let them see how much of an asset you would be to their bank."

With a shaky nod, Daphne faced the long, long journey down the hallway and through the front door, out into a world she really wasn't sure she wanted to live in.

 

 

#Friday'sFeaturedTitle #MyUncleTheKing

 

Title: My Uncle the King

            The Aliens Book Two

Author: Sherry Derr-Wille

Genre: Sci-Fi

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The lost contingency from the dying planet, Plantas, has finally landed on Nalo. With the majority of their people sick with Time Warp Fever, the people are greeted with concern and care.

 

 

BLURB: My Uncle the King

 

When three contingencies took off from their dying planet, Plantas, only two arrived at their destination unharmed. When the lost contingency is hit with a meteor storm, only one ship survives and makes it to their destination of Nalo. Over the generations, the descendants of the original refugees become the ruling class of their adopted planet. Even the rebel group, the Pure Of Nalo, are unable to unseat the monarchy. When relations with Earth are established, it is Prince Nicos who leaves Nalo to find love on an alien planet and bring back new ideas as well as his Earthly family to save the throne and the people of Nalo.

 

 

EXCERPT: My Uncle the King

 

Although Grato’s passion had been farming, he was grateful to his parents for insisting he pursue a degree in engineering.

Nalo had been through a world war. The results of the war had left their city structures decimated. Added to that was the fact most of the farmland was destroyed, making it impossible to farm in the ways they had for many thousands of years. To stave off starvation, the farmers turned to hot-house farming. While there were several good farmers among their party, they spent their time learning the new advances the people of Nalo were putting to use.

As much as Grato wanted to be out working the land, his engineering degree was in greater demand. There were cities that needed to be rebuilt and a worldwide government to be established. Working with his father and the others, Grato oversaw the building of the cities. He also listened to all the news reports of the new government that was being put in place.

The countries who had democratic governments thought theirs was the best way, while the countries with monarchies argued for a king and queen to rule over the people. In the end a democracy was put in place.

 

~ * ~

 

After two years on Nalo, Grato had become an important member of the ruling party of the government. The president, who had been elected, did not seem to have the respect or confidence of all the people. There were many who were calling for a coup to put a king in place.

Even though he didn’t understand the need for a king, he decided if it made the people happy, why not? Besides, the only difference between a king and a president was the pomp that went along with the monarchy. Perhaps someday, the people looking for a king would be satisfied. In the meantime, a president had been elected. He could see no reason for change at this point, considering another election would be held within the next three years.

It was at an official ball when he saw Wasla across the room. He’d heard she’d been appointed to the Ministry of Medicine. Unfortunately, once he became involved in the government, he had no occasion to see her. If it was possible, she was more beautiful than she’d been on the ship during the journey from Plantas to Nalo.

“Wasla,” he said, after crossing the room to be by her side. “It’s good to see you. I hear there are congratulations in store. How do you like your new position with the Ministry of Medicine?”

“It’s been very interesting. I am amazed at how easily the people of Nalo accepted some of the medical breakthroughs we have made. We are also learning many new procedures. It’s an exciting time. Enough about me. I hear you are doing well in government as well.”

“Everything has turned out well. Considering the Time Warp Fever left me weakened, I am better suited for a desk job than for one of activity in rebuilding this world. I am stationed here in Capitol City, near the hub of all the activities of the government. If I’m not mistaken, you will be transferred here with your new position.”

Wasla batted her eyes seductively. “Are you suggesting we should be seeing each other socially?”

Grato wanted to chuckle, but suppressed the urge. “I had a little more than that in mind. I haven’t found anyone who piques my interest the way you have.”

“We are virtual strangers. We’ve both been living very different lives since we arrived on Nalo. I must admit I considered the fact you lived in Capitol City when I was approached about the position with the Ministry of Medicine. I’ve followed your rise in the government and prayed we would meet once I transferred here. I have observed the required mourning period for Paren and am ready to begin a life with someone of the opposite sex. To be truthful, I was hoping we could be a good match.”

Grato allowed a smile to cross his lips. He too had observed the allotted period of mourning for Tarena. She wasn’t coming back and he needed a woman in his life. What better life mate was there than Wasla? They’d been friends during the flight, as well as while she cared for him both before and after landing on Nalo.

Thus, began their courtship. As much as Grato once loved Tarena, he realized he’d found true love with Wasla. She was a very special woman and he knew they would complement each other not only as mates but also as life partners.

Two weeks later, with the blessing from both of their families, they were joined together for the rest of their natural lives. There were many parties to congratulate the young couple from both of their families as well as ones hosted by the women who were in the highest level of government.

After a honeymoon on the resort island of Permia, they returned to Capitol City and the new home they’d purchased together. With them both having important government jobs, their lives were complete.

 

 

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Aliens, Space Travel, Futuristic

 

 

 

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#SweetDreams #ParanormalRomance

 

Title: Sweet Dreams

Author: Christine Young

Genre: Paranormal Romance

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Guy McKenna knew eventually he’d find his soul mate then Casidhe Doyle walked into the Red Neck Bar and Grill in Cactus Junction in hopes of finding the shapeshifter of her dreams that would save her life.

 

BLURB: Sweet Dreams

 

Sweet Dreams 

 

For Cas Doyle finding the shifter of her dreams was a matter of life or death. She walked into the Red Neck Bar and Grill in Cactus Junction with a hope and a prayer he would be there and she would recognize him. What she needed was for him to take her home and take her virginity. Cas never thought to be a one-night stand. She had no choice.

 

Guy McKenna knew eventually he’d find his soul mate. He didn’t expect the reality to happen this night. When he saw her he knew. She was dressed provocatively, enticing him to an extreme he never felt before. What he didn’t know was if he could convince his protective family that Casidhe Doyle was indeed his soul mate.

 

 

EXCERPT: Sweet Dreams

 

Her dark sooty lashes lowered making a perfect arch across her high delicate cheekbones then, “I guess it is up to me to say no.”

            Lord, but he didn’t want her to say no to anything. “What were you studying?” 

            Perhaps that would be an easier question and might give him some insight into his recalcitrant soul mate. She obviously felt some attraction for him. Unfortunately, she didn’t appear to understand exactly just how potent and raw that magnetism was between them.

            “Paranormal abnormalities in the southwest. There have been plausible sightings, you know, shapeshifters, mostly big cats but there was a wolf sighting a few years ago. I left my studies because something terrified me. I started running but whatever it was it followed me. For some reason I ended up here.”

            His heart caught in his throat. He wasn’t sure where to go with this information but knew she wasn’t telling him the entire story. “Do you think shapeshifters exist?” 

            Slowly, he sipped keeping his gaze focused on her over the rim of the glass.

            She smiled at him again. This smile was somehow different. One perfect eyebrow rose a fraction. Then, “I know they exist. I know something else too.”

            He finished his beer before ordering another round for both of them. After minutes of thought, “How? How do you know something so strange or is it just speculation?”

            She shrugged those delicate shoulders again, ones he wanted to kiss from one side to the other, “Just my gut. No, actually I’ve seen one, a coal black jaguar shapeshifter in my dreams. I’ve seen all of him except his face. I’ve seen him take his clothes off and shift then in another dream I’ve seen him change from the jaguar back to a human.”

            Cas had seen him... naked. Or had she seen one of his brothers or sisters? No, he was sure she was speaking about him. 

            She said him. “What do you mean?” he asked, suddenly feeling out of his element and a bit at a disadvantage. 

            She’d seen him naked and... strangely he didn’t feel at all violated. He had this unthinkable need to ask her if she liked what she saw. He drew in a slow breath of air while he thought about all she told him.

            “I think I’ve had a bit too much to drink.” She finished the glass in front of her then changing the subject, “Should be getting back to my room before I fall asleep right here.”

            “At the hotel?” he asked, “I’ll walk you back, unless you’d like to come home with me.” 

            Where did that come from? He didn’t want her to think all he wanted from her was a one nightstand when he craved a lifetime. If she was truly running from something dangerous though, he wasn’t about to leave her alone and unprotected in the hotel. If she refused to come home with him, he’d stand guard outside her room.

Or inside, female permitting.

            “You said,” she paused, “a person had to walk. Don’t know if I can make it that far in these shoes.” Cas looked at her feet before she let him help her to stand then leaned on him. “I’m feeling a wee bit tipsy. I think I drank too much.” Her words began to slur a bit. 

            She was adorable, endearing.

            “You don’t have to walk. I rode my horse.” He chuckled thinking of holding his mate in his arms while riding the big stallion, taking her home, to what would be their home soon, he hoped.

            “You’re not going to walk.” She wrapped an arm around him, steadying herself. “Should I tell you now or later that I don’t know how to ride a horse? Terrified of them. I could fly...” she gasped, putting a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide as saucers.

            He stared at her a moment trying to understand then chocked it up as too much wine. “Neither of us is going to walk. We’re both riding my horse. Come on, I’ll show you.” His eagerness came through all too clear, but she didn’t seem to notice.

A few minutes later they stood in front of his horse. “Name’s Sam. He always sees me home even when I’ve had a few too many. Knows his way with his eyes closed. Don’t even have to use the reins. He’s as gentle as a kitten.”

            She stepped back a few feet, her hands outstretched as if she warded him off. Repeating an earlier statement, “Don’t know how to ride a horse. Never been this close to one either. How the devil am I going to stay on? How am I going to get on?”

            “Easy enough, I’ll ride the horse and you can sit on my lap. I’ll make sure nothing happens to you. I promise. You can trust me.” 

He almost said and you can ride me but stopped himself just in time. He might explore with his hands, just a little. The last thing he wanted was to send her running away from him before they even got to know each other. He didn’t want to be the one she was running and hiding from.

            “How do we accomplish this?” Her words slurred even more now. She wavered slightly, her hands reaching out to grab him for support. “I doubt if I can mount that thing.”

            “I’ll mount Sam. You can give me your hand then I’ll pull you onto my lap,” he said as he proceeded to do just that.

            “Don’t know...” She was backing away from him, her head tilted slightly, her eyes squinting as if she tried to see what was in front of her.

            “You can do it. Besides, I know you don’t want to stay at the hotel by yourself. Whatever you’re running from might find you there.” He watched her face pale while she swallowed hard.

            “I never thought of that.”

A few minutes later, Cas sat on his lap, her body trembling as he slowly let Sam take the lead. He held onto her, praying something wouldn’t spook her or his horse. He was sure he just died and was in heaven. Her feminine curves fit soundly against the hard planes of his body.

            “You have to trust me,” he told her, his whisper close to her ear. He lightly touched the lobe with his tongue, felt the tiny shiver of desire. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you. I’ve got you. All you have to do is relax.”

            “So you say,” she murmured softly, leaning against him doing as he asked. “I wish...”

            “Do you trust me?” he asked, hoping she’d say yes, his hands running up then down her arms.

            “I want to,” again a whisper.

He began to chant a song his great grandfather, an Apache medicine man, taught him when he was a child. The chant always soothed his nerves when he was upset or frightened as a child as well as during the skirmishes, the endless nightmare he lived in Iraq. He felt Cas slowly relax into his body. She could be falling asleep she had so much wine, but her body didn’t relax totally. Her hand rested on his forearm. He felt the curve of one breast push against his chest.

            This was good. It was all so very good. He would find out more about her when the time was right.

            A full moon appeared in the sky just as he reached his home. A slight breeze cooled the hot summer air. His house was built in a small grove of trees, some he planted years ago, some more recently. In times of draught, he had to haul water yet they survived just as his clan survived, lived and prospered in these barren lands.

He bent close to her ear and whispered. For a moment he was tempted to touch the shell of her ear with his tongue but held back. He wanted her to be the aggressor this first time with her, “We’re here.”

            She placed her hand on his chest, her fingers kneading his skin through his shirt. “I think we’ve stopped. Told you Sam knew his way home.”

            “Umm...”

            “I’ll let you down. All you have to do is land on your feet. Do you think you can do that?”

            “Maybe. I’m like a cat. I always land on my feet.”

            Her words sent a shiver down his spine. Like a cat.

 

 

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Romance, Contemporary, Paranormal, Shapeshifters

 

 

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Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/profile/christine-young-5a991c21-1f11-47a0-ada5-6c2e6b689cbe

 

 

LINKS

 

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08LSV23BZ

 

Barnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/sweet-dreams-christine-young/1138008057?ean=2940162679141

 

Apple: https://tools.applemediaservices.com/book/1537483046?country=us

 

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/sweet-dreams-135

 

Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Christine_Young_Sweet_Dreams?id=y-sEEAAAQBAJ