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THE EYES OF LOVE
By
Angelina Rose


BLURB:


After a tragic loss five years ago, Sally Overby becomes an Attorney in Atlanta. She convinces herself that all she’ll ever need again is her young son, David, and her life as an attorney. Until one day, Colin Dean barges back into her life and promptly blows her safe world apart, driving her crazy as only a guy she’d had a “school girl crush” on can.


Sally is wary to love deeply. Only, with every loving look Colin gives her plus every sweet kiss, as the attraction between them sparks, she can’t help but wonder if she’s met the one she should be with. And although Colin didn’t realize his life was going to change so quickly, amazingly, he isn’t the least bit interested in fighting that change. Instead, he’s gearing up for a different fight altogether. The one for Sally’s heart.


Will Colin be able to convince her that’s it safe to love him… and that forever isn’t really out of reach?


The Eyes of Love is a novella… so you can enjoy it in just one day!



EXCERPT: Please choose ONE to use with your post.


Excerpt 1 of The Eyes of Love:

“Hi there. I’m Gracie…” the waitress said as she put down a napkin and some silverware.


“Gracie. It’s me. Sally Overby,” she said grinning.


Gracie stopped in her tracks and squinted her eyes. “Sally? I can’t believe it! You’re stunning, honey!” she said reaching down and hugging her. “What are you doing in town?”


“Reunion. And to see Momma, of course.”


“I can’t get over how beautiful you are!”


“Thanks.”


“You were always a sweetheart of a person, but now your outside matches your inside.”


“That’s a nice way to look at it.”


“So, what have you been up to?”


“Let’s see… Became an attorney, got married, had a son, became a widow…”


“Oh, Sally, I’m so sorry! I remember that now. Your Momma told me a few years back. You’re still single?”


“Yep. But I have a date to the reunion tomorrow night, so I guess I’m officially back on the dating circuit now,” Sally said giggling.


“Date? Who with?”


“Colin Dean.”


Gracie started fanning herself. “Oh, girl, you scored on that one, huh?”


“I did. He’s a wonderful guy.”



AUTHOR INFORMATION:


Angelina Rose has wanted to write ever since she could hold a pencil. The first daughter of immigrant parents, Angelina had her head buried in books, lost in a world of heroes, heroines and exotic places.


It was a shocking experience that jump-started Angelina’s author career.


“I awoke in the ICU… I had been unconscious for several days,” Angelina says.


In 2010, Angelina had a long stint in hospital following her involvement in a motor vehicle accident: the longest time off work (as a Registered Nurse), she’d ever had in her life!


It was then she took up pen and paper and started to write again, just as she had done when she was a child. She wrote four short fiction stories for young adults, entered them in several competitions, and managed to win three first prizes!


After happily dipping her toes into writing those short fiction stories for young adults, Angelina has now authored four books in a new “Mill Creek Crossing Romance” series… contemporary romance intended for adults.


The “Starting Over Series” is another contemporary romance series she wrote about a subject she knows well… nurses and their love life. At a recent reunion of her graduating class, she could not help but notice how the same girls would group together and laugh, chat, and even shed some tears over their lives since graduating. Many of the girls had divorced… so Angelina thought “what if a group of the nurses came up with a plan to meet in two years and have a new love story to share?” Then the first story in the series was born.


There is always a story running around in her head. A man with thick dark hair, gray-blue eyes, with an engaging smile and a quick wit… or a girl crying over a broken relationship. She finds herself talking to these characters during her day: when she’s doing dishes, or bathing babies at the hospital. These characters crop up on days at the beach or on walks through the neighborhood. This is how the stories start to grow.


Angelina’s mother was an author, so Angelina grew up with a love of words and stories. If she wasn’t writing a short story about something that took her fancy, her head was buried in books… reading, reading, reading, as her brother constantly told her…


When she’s not spending time with her goodlooking man, or quality time with her laptop, she’s working at the hospital, hanging out with her family and friends, or walking her two dogs around the neighborhood. Angelina spends as much time as she can traveling, then coming home and including some of those adventures in her stories.


Angelina really loves to hear from her readers and she invites you to connect with her on Facebook as she interacts daily with her readers there!


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Guest Author Lyna Pimentel

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Scandal at Vauxhall (Pleasure Garden Follies #1)
by Layna Pimentel
Erotic Historical Romance
Publisher: Secret Cravings Publishing
Release Date: June 28, 2013
Heat Level: Steamy
Word Count: 29,852

Available at:
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Description:
The love and happiness Isabel Salisbury expected in life when she accepted the proposal of the Marquess of Stoughton takes an unexpected turn when he leaves on a mission for the war office and her parents marry her off to the Duke of Brimley.

Nathaniel Thompson, the Marquess of Stoughton, is devastated to learn upon his return that Isabel has married the duke. When news of her husband’s death surfaces, Nathaniel sets out to make amends and will stop at nothing until she’s his marchioness.

But when London learns of a promiscuous tryst between them in the Daily, their credibility is at stake. They soon discover that nothing in life is simple, nor private, and all is fair in love and war.

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains adult sexual situations and/or adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.

Excerpt:
“What haven’t I heard?” she asked. Her breath hitched and her pulse raced. What could I have missed?

“Come away with me to the terrace. I wish to speak to you in private. We can’t have half of London listening in.”

She followed Lady Coxley outdoors, leaving behind the sounds of merriment to be embraced by the shrouded darkness of night and silence.

“They say the marquess will not marry until he’s found her.”

“Until he’s found who?”

“The one who broke his heart. But in all honesty, everyone knows it’s you. With any luck, perchance some horrible fate will happen upon Henry.”

If I were only so lucky. “You shouldn’t talk like that! And for the record, the marquess and I were done long ago. Remember, he’s the one who left me.”

“Isabel, you cannot expect me to believe that you haven’t thought about that man—at least once or ever—during the course of this sham of a marriage of yours. The haute ton in its entirety knows where he is right now. And you’d be a fool to think Henry gives two ninnies about your welfare.”

The sound of someone clearing their throat interrupted them.

“Excuse me, ladies, but I was wondering if perchance I could steal Her Grace for a dance.”

Good grief. Did he hear any of our discussion? I cannot believe he’s actually here. Heat coursed through Isabel at the thought of holding him once again. She nodded and held out her gloved palm for him to take. “I’d be honored, My Lord.”

“The pleasure is all mine, Your Grace.”

Leaving behind Lady Coxley, she followed his lead inside for a waltz.

“It’s been too long, Isabel. I’ve missed you terribly,” he whispered as they took a turn about the dance floor. Nathaniel bowed and took her hand. His touch warmed her, and the gentle squeeze that followed reassured her that the flame they once had was still there.

She and Henry hadn’t danced since their wedding and even then, he quickly discarded her to dance with the Duchess of Downsbury. If she’d only known her dismissal that evening would be the first of many others. For the most part, her husband had two left feet, but Nathaniel whisked her away gracefully to the tune. She wished to kiss him again and remind herself of their time together. Good heavens, Isabel. You’re married. Enough of this foolishness!

Isabel felt him pulling her closer as his arm at the small of her back pushed her in. His head dipped down, and, naturally, she looked up at him, ignoring every stare and whisper as they moved together. She finally cringed and mustered the courage to ask him the one thing weighing heavily on her mind. “Why did you take so long? Why didn’t you come sooner? Nathaniel, there hasn’t been a day I haven’t thought of you.”

As the music wound down and the dancers departed, Isabel locked her eyes on his and felt a tear escape. “You’ve been missed greatly, My Lord.”

His thumb swiped away the drop. “My dear, there hasn’t been a day, hour, or dream you haven’t occupied.”

Her chest tightened with his admission. Could he have really wanted me all this time?

“Nathan—”

About the Author:
Born and raised in Toronto, Ontario, Layna discovered her love of reading at an early age. When she isn’t devouring salacious romance novels or writing, she enjoys losing herself in researching ancient history and mythology, weaponry, and hiking. She lives in Northern Ontario, with her husband and two daughters. Layna is a member of the Romance Writers of America, and is a monthly contributor at 69 Shades of Smut.

Connect with Lyna Pimentel
Website – http://www.laynapimentel.com/
Blog – http://laynap.wordpress.com/
Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/AuthorLaynaPimentel
Twitter – https://twitter.com/LaynaPimentel

Scandal at Vauxhall (Pleasure Garden Follies #1)
by Layna Pimentel
Erotic Historical Romance
Publisher: Secret Cravings Publishing
Release Date: June 28, 2013
Heat Level: Steamy
Word Count: 29,852

Available at:
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Smashwords – https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/333461

Description:
The love and happiness Isabel Salisbury expected in life when she accepted the proposal of the Marquess of Stoughton takes an unexpected turn when he leaves on a mission for the war office and her parents marry her off to the Duke of Brimley.

Nathaniel Thompson, the Marquess of Stoughton, is devastated to learn upon his return that Isabel has married the duke. When news of her husband’s death surfaces, Nathaniel sets out to make amends and will stop at nothing until she’s his marchioness.

But when London learns of a promiscuous tryst between them in the Daily, their credibility is at stake. They soon discover that nothing in life is simple, nor private, and all is fair in love and war.

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains adult sexual situations and/or adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.

Excerpt:
“What haven’t I heard?” she asked. Her breath hitched and her pulse raced. What could I have missed?

“Come away with me to the terrace. I wish to speak to you in private. We can’t have half of London listening in.”

She followed Lady Coxley outdoors, leaving behind the sounds of merriment to be embraced by the shrouded darkness of night and silence.

“They say the marquess will not marry until he’s found her.”

“Until he’s found who?”

“The one who broke his heart. But in all honesty, everyone knows it’s you. With any luck, perchance some horrible fate will happen upon Henry.”

If I were only so lucky. “You shouldn’t talk like that! And for the record, the marquess and I were done long ago. Remember, he’s the one who left me.”

“Isabel, you cannot expect me to believe that you haven’t thought about that man—at least once or ever—during the course of this sham of a marriage of yours. The haute ton in its entirety knows where he is right now. And you’d be a fool to think Henry gives two ninnies about your welfare.”

The sound of someone clearing their throat interrupted them.

“Excuse me, ladies, but I was wondering if perchance I could steal Her Grace for a dance.”

Good grief. Did he hear any of our discussion? I cannot believe he’s actually here. Heat coursed through Isabel at the thought of holding him once again. She nodded and held out her gloved palm for him to take. “I’d be honored, My Lord.”

“The pleasure is all mine, Your Grace.”

Leaving behind Lady Coxley, she followed his lead inside for a waltz.

“It’s been too long, Isabel. I’ve missed you terribly,” he whispered as they took a turn about the dance floor. Nathaniel bowed and took her hand. His touch warmed her, and the gentle squeeze that followed reassured her that the flame they once had was still there.

She and Henry hadn’t danced since their wedding and even then, he quickly discarded her to dance with the Duchess of Downsbury. If she’d only known her dismissal that evening would be the first of many others. For the most part, her husband had two left feet, but Nathaniel whisked her away gracefully to the tune. She wished to kiss him again and remind herself of their time together. Good heavens, Isabel. You’re married. Enough of this foolishness!

Isabel felt him pulling her closer as his arm at the small of her back pushed her in. His head dipped down, and, naturally, she looked up at him, ignoring every stare and whisper as they moved together. She finally cringed and mustered the courage to ask him the one thing weighing heavily on her mind. “Why did you take so long? Why didn’t you come sooner? Nathaniel, there hasn’t been a day I haven’t thought of you.”

As the music wound down and the dancers departed, Isabel locked her eyes on his and felt a tear escape. “You’ve been missed greatly, My Lord.”

His thumb swiped away the drop. “My dear, there hasn’t been a day, hour, or dream you haven’t occupied.”

Her chest tightened with his admission. Could he have really wanted me all this time?

“Nathan—”

About the Author:
Born and raised in Toronto, Ontario, Layna discovered her love of reading at an early age. When she isn’t devouring salacious romance novels or writing, she enjoys losing herself in researching ancient history and mythology, weaponry, and hiking. She lives in Northern Ontario, with her husband and two daughters. Layna is a member of the Romance Writers of America, and is a monthly contributor at 69 Shades of Smut.

Connect with Lyna Pimentel
Website – http://www.laynapimentel.com/
Blog – http://laynap.wordpress.com/
Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/AuthorLaynaPimentel
Twitter – https://twitter.com/LaynaPimentel

How a Fever Leads to a New World



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I love telling the story of what inspired this story because it shows how twisted my mind is. LOL


Both my sons were very ill with strep throat. Fever for days. When one was awake, the other was asleep, and vice versa. In other words, I had slept more than a few hours in days. I felt like the Tylenol, Ibuprofen, and antibiotic dispensing machine.


About two in the morning, I had both boys in one bed so I could watch them together. My oldest’s fever was raging and I was waiting anxiously for the meds to kick in or I’d have to place him in a cool bath. Again. I was sitting on the floor and rested my head on the mattress and fell asleep.


In a matter of minutes, I dreamt of this whole world. I spent the next nine months writing book one and about a year editing it. If you’ve read where this story comes from and read the book, you’ll see much of the inspiration within it. By the way, my boys are fine. Thank goodness for antibiotics. 😀


Susan is faced with Sorin’s sick pack. He offers her sanctuary within his small, poor den if she saves his people, but this Earth hasn’t developed technologically as ours has. There’s no Walgreens where Susan can get an antibiotic or supplies to create a vaccine. She has rock and fire and her knowledge to save this suffering pack.


I know how Susan felt as I watched my children suffer, waiting for the meds to take effect. I’m so thankful that I had those medicines in the first place. I doubt either of my boys would have survived without them.


Annie Nicholas




Scent of Salvation
Chronicles of Eorthe Book 1
Annie Nicholas


Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Samhain Publishing


Date of Publication: July 30th, 2013


ISBN: 978-1-61921-748-5
Word Count: 98,000


Cover Artist: Kanax


Buy it on Amazon.


Book Description:


Love blooms across species, culture, and time.


Chronicles of Eorthe, Book 1


Stranded in another dimension, on a primitive version of Earth, Dr. Susan Barlow needs to find a way to survive. There’s no electricity, no cities, and to her shock, no humans. Instead, she faces a population of werewolves, vampires and incubi. The people are vicious but she must find her place among them. And live.


An illness is killing Sorin’s pack. As alpha it’s his responsibility to save them, but it’s a battle this warrior doesn’t know how to fight. Then a blue light in the sky brings a creature he’s never seen. She calls herself human, but to him she smells like hope.


Sorin offers Susan a safe haven in return for a cure, but she’s not that kind of a doctor. She’s a doctor of physics, not a physician. Yet as they search for a cure to save a dying people, they find something special—each other.


But even with Sorin’s protection, Susan can’t help but wonder how long she can survive in a world without humans…


Excerpt:


Before Susan could explain anything about dimensions and gateways, the door to Kele’s chamber crashed open, and Susan jumped to the balls of her feet, prepared—to what, fight? Was she nuts?


A female blocked the entrance, her muscular physique hinting at enough strength to twist Susan into a pretzel without breaking a sweat. The newcomer flung her black hair over her shoulder.


Rising with grace, Kele straightened her dress before addressing the intruder. “Mother.”


“Daughter, I heard you’ve brought home a stray along with the Apisi alpha.” The female’s stare drilled into Susan, her sneer far from welcoming.


Susan’s breath caught in her throat. Black, soulless eyes ate her gaze. Her fingers clutched the lapels of her jacket as she pulled it closed. She wiped her sweaty palms on her pants and offered her hand. “I’m Dr. Susan Barlow.”


The female shifter narrowed her eyes, nostrils flaring.


Susan withdrew her untouched hand, then hid it behind her back and glanced at Kele. Maybe she should have sniffed her mother instead? She wished someone would give her the Dummies Guide to Shifter Society and a little time to study it.


Kele’s mother crossed the room in two great strides and swung her arm.


Susan did her best impression of a statue. She didn’t budge as the impact of the slap swerved her head to the side and dragged her gaze from mother to daughter. Both of them were flushed with emotion yet at opposite poles of the color spectrum—one dark as an oncoming storm and the other pale as the moonlight.


The back of Susan’s heel caught the edge of the cushion and she landed hard on her back.


The bitter flavor of blood swept over her taste buds. “What the hell?” She rubbed her jaw and glared daggers at the crazy woman looming over her. Just as quickly, she schooled her expression to something less threatening before she insulted the bigger shifter further. With the tip of her tongue, Susan explored her mouth. She didn’t encounter any big gaps, so no lost tooth. A small blessing.


Kele’s crazy mother hovered over Susan’s face and bared her teeth. In beast form, her expression would have appeared fierce, but in human form it seemed terrifying. With an easy grace, she flipped Susan onto her stomach. A bony knee pressed between her shoulder blades, making her kiss the floor. Pain shot across Susan’s upper back and neck.


“How dare you come into my den and not submit to me.”


“She’s not a shifter!” Kele shouted. “You can’t expect her to know how to be polite.”


Something ran over Susan’s hair, and the sound of sniffing followed. She tried to take a deep breath but the weight on her back made it difficult.


The nutjob exhaled in disgust. “What is she?”


“A human.” Kele peered at Susan’s throbbing face as she stroked her hair. “Please, I wanted to teach her how to behave before meeting you and father.”


“Your father.” The bitch snorted. “It’s bad enough he’s entertaining a vampire and dealing with trespassing alphas. We don’t need any more vermin within the den.”


Susan was jerked from the ground by her hair and dragged across the floor. Pain shot into her scalp while she scrambled to support her weight with her legs.


“Let go. Let go.” The shifter world was more brutal than anything she’d ever experienced. Susan slapped at the crazy woman’s hands tangled in her hair.


“My daughter took too many liberties in offering you shelter. You’ll need to find another den to take you in.”


At a loss, Susan yanked and squirmed but only made the pain worse. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Kele leap.


The petite blonde used her wiry strength to jump across the room and land on her mother’s back. The collision knocked them both to the ground in a knot of arms and legs.


Untangling her limbs from the struggling shifters, Susan could finally elbow the bitch in the face. The impact made a satisfying crunch. She pulled back her arm for a second shot, but Kele grabbed her and half carried, half dragged her out of the chamber.


“Hurry, we need to reach my father before she beats you into cinders.”


Not needing any further incentive, Susan ran after her new friend. “Your people are crazy.”

About the Author:

Annie Nicholas writes paranormal romance with a twist. She has courted vampires, hunted with shifters, and slain a dragon’s ego all with the might of her pen. Riding the wind of her imagination, she travels beyond the restraints of reality and shares them with anyone wanting to read her stories. Mother, daughter, and wife are some of the other hats she wears while hiking through the hills and dales of her adopted state of Vermont.

Annie writes for Samhain Publishing, Carina Press, and Lyrical Press.

Website: http://www.annienicholas.com

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Character Interview: Shane MacDermott from Wild Geese





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Hello, everyone, and Lana, thank you so much for hosting me today! I’m thrilled to be able to introduce you to my first Wild Geese hero. He’s a very special man, and I hope you fall in love with him just as I did.


So without further ado, may I introduce Shane MacDermott?


Good mornin’, Cynthia, Lana, and all the friends I’ve not yet met. ’Tis pleased I am to be meetin’ all of you. (Smiles and winks) I understand you’re after askin’ me a few questions? ’Tis usually meself that’s doin’ the interrogatin’, bein’ as how I’m a police officer with the Metropolitan Police Force in New York City. What is it you’re wantin’ to know?


Well, to start with, since you’re Irish, when and how did you come to America?


(The smile quickly fades, and Shane’s face takes on a haunted look.) I came to America on a ship called the Sally Malone in 1847. Black ’47, we called it, and so it was, for ’twas the worst year of the hunger.


The ship was small, dark. Airless. We were crammed into its hold like cattle. There was only one privy for a hundred people. The smell of sickness was all around us. There were so many fevers, sure, you couldn’t name them all. People crying over the dead. They were tossed overboard like so much ballast, some without even the dignity of a shroud, because most of the passengers hadn’t a stitch of clothing to spare.


That sounds absolutely awful.


’Twas terrible, and not something I’ll ever forget.


You met your closest friends on that ship, though. Can you tell us what those friends mean to you?


(The ghost of a smile returns) A fine lot of starveling boys we were, getting into mischief in steerage on the ship. What was left of our families all settled into the same tumbledown shack of a tenement in the Five Points. We grew up together, and even though we’re all so different, we’ve stayed friends to this day.


’Twas the five of us: me, Kieran Donnelly and his twin brother, Cathal, Declan Morrissey and Dary Greely. But we were more than friends. We were brothers in the finest sense of that word. We became each other’s families. We’d lost so much already.


’Twas those four men who went to every one of my boxing matches, and the same men cheered me on when I won, and brought me home and patched me up when I lost. They kept me sane after my wife died givin’ birth to me daughter, Fiona, and they comforted and sustained me.


They’re my best friends, my family, and I thank God for them.


The Five Points is a pretty rough part of the city, yet you grew up and thrived. How did you do it?


Hugh Kelly. He saved my life. Hugh was my hero. To all intents and purposes, he was my father in America. Hugh was a big bear of a man…stood six-foot-three, with massive shoulders and arms. He’d been a blacksmith in Ireland. Had a thick mop of curly white hair, and his blue eyes were never without a spark of mischief. He took me in when my mother died, God rest her.


He was very special to you.


He was. He was a police officer here in New York—a good one—but before that, he was a championship boxer. Won his share of bouts, too, so he did. Lost a few before he retired and joined the police. Hugh was one of the finest men I’ve ever known.


Tell us more…


Hugh had a wonderful, fanciful sense of humor. It always amazed me that, despite the things he saw on the street, he could always find the joy in any situation. He was always ready with a joke, a story, or a song of the Ould Country. He loved music; said he could play the fiddle and the mouth organ ‘just enough to get by.’ And he loved to sing the old rebel songs of Ireland. He could sing The Minstrel Boy or The Wearin’ o’ the Green so sweet,‘twould bring the hardest man to tears. ’Twas him fired my friend Cathal Donnelly with his love of rebellion, though Hugh never advocated violence.


He was a gentle man. He might have looked like a bear, but he was kindness itself. His wife, Mairead, is a tiny thing, and you could tell how much he adored her. He was always so careful with her, as if he was afraid she might break if he held her too hard. ’Twas the same with his daughter—my wife, Mary.
Hugh knew everything about every family in the Five Points. All the kids called him Officer Hugh. He made it his business to know which families were in need, which were without a father, which of the lads was most at risk of getting into trouble. During his off-hours, he coached those boys in boxing, teaching them the moves, showing them how to defend themselves.


He brought me into the gym when I was just a boy, put me and my friend, Kieran into the ring together. (A grin) He always said Kieran and Cathal did enough fighting on their own; they didn’t need to be doing it in the ring as well. He showed me a few moves, a few punches. He thought I showed promise, and offered to train me. (His face darkens) When Ma fell ill with the fever, he sent Mairead to our tenement to nurse her and take care of me. And when she died, Hugh took me in. He gave me a home and a family, promised to look after me, as long as I did my schoolwork and stayed out of trouble. He was silent a moment. He and Mairead and Mary became the family I’d lost. (A long and painful pause) He was killed shortly after I joined the police.


What is your biggest regret?


I’ll always wish I could have taken care of my ma a little better. My baby sister and my brother died the first winter we lived in America, and I saw how much it hurt her. I used to lie on my straw pallet at night, listening to her weep and wishin’ I could make the hurt go away.


I did whatever I could—odd jobs in my spare time, tellin’ her funny stories of my friends and what was happening at school. She wanted me to have the education, wouldn’t dream of allowing me to leave school. But, sure, the hunger had weakened her, and when I was thirteen, she caught a fever—for there were many in that squalid tenement house where we lived. And she couldn’t fight it.


(A heavy sigh, then Shane forces a smile) But we go on. Sure, we have to go on. And I’d like to think Ma would have been proud of me. I’ve made a life here in America, a good life for myself and my daughter. I’ve a good job, good friends… And isn’t a little bit of happiness, a little bit of love, is all we can ask for in this world?
Shane, thank you for answering my questions today. And I hope it won’t be long before you find that love.
Sure, ’twas my absolute pleasure. (A cocky grin) And I’m hoping your readers will enjoy what’s to come in Deceptive Hearts.


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Deceptive Hearts
by Cynthia Owens


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BLURB:


…Like the Wild Geese of Old Ireland, five boys grew to manhood despite hunger, war, and the mean streets of New York…


He survived war, and returned to devastation


A hero of the Irish Brigade, Shane MacDermott returned home to New York to find his family decimated and his world shattered.


She risks her life to save the people she loves


Lydia Daniels will risk anything to protect the women she shelters beneath the roof of her elegant Gramercy Park mansion—even if she has to trust the one man who can destroy her.


Shane and Lydia both hide secrets that could destroy them – and put their lives in jeopardy. Can their love overcome their carefully guarded deceptive hearts?





Tag line from front cover: He’d vowed to protect those he loved – but can he protect the woman who came to mean everything to him?




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“We meet again.” Shane kept his voice quiet so as not to frighten Mary Kate any further. He let his gaze rest on her for a long silent moment. He’d learned long ago that a piercing stare would make the guilty guiltier. Kieran once told him his stare could cut right though a Reb line to the
plantation they were set to defend.


“So we do, Officer…?” Lydia let her sentence trail off, obviously hoping he would offer the information she sought.


Ah, no, my lovely one. Not yet.


He kept his gaze on her face. “May I ask what you are doing—here?” Satisfaction gripped him as her lashes flickered and her hands clutched the folds of her gown more tightly. “The Five Points is hardly a neighborhood for a gently-bred young woman such as yourself to be taking a stroll.”


Behind him, Mary Kate’s breath caught on a sob. But he couldn’t spare her a look. Not yet. “What business have you with this young lady, Mrs…?”


Her chin jerked up, her eyes snapping as she refused the bait. Reluctant admiration curled in the pit of his stomach. He watched in fascination as she moved to place a gentle hand on the girl’s shoulder. “It is all right, Mary Kate. I understand why you feel you cannot leave your father.” To Shane, she said defensively, “I offered Mary Kate a position in my household, officer. I thought it might improve her circumstances.”



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I believe I was destined to be interested in history. One of my distant ancestors, Thomas Aubert, reportedly sailed up the St. Lawrence River to discover Canada some 26 years before Jacques Cartier’s 1534 voyage. Another relative was a 17thCentury “King’s Girl,” one of a group of young unmarried girls sent to New France (now the province of Quebec) as brides for the habitants (settlers) there.


My passion for reading made me long to write books like the ones I enjoyed, and I tried penning sequels to my favorite Nancy Drew mysteries. Later, fancying myself a female version of Andrew Lloyd Weber, I drafted a musical set in Paris during WWII.


A former journalist and lifelong Celtophile, I enjoyed a previous career as a reporter/editor for a small chain of community newspapers before returning to my first love, romantic fiction. My stories usually include an Irish setting, hero or heroine, and sometimes all three. My novels, In Sunshine or in Shadow and Coming Home, set in post-Famine Ireland, are available from Highland Press. Playing For Keeps, the third book in the Claddagh series, is now available from Highland Press.


I am a member of the Romance Writers of America, Hearts Through History Romance Writers, and Celtic Hearts Romance Writers. A lifelong resident of Montreal, Canada, I still live there with my own Celtic hero and our two school-aged children.


Website: http://authorcynthiaowens.com/


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Cynthia will be awarding a Grand Prize of a wooden trinket box with the Trinity Knot applique on the lid – US/Canada only, and a handmade ribbon bookmark to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour. A second prize of a Reader’s Choice of The Claddagh Series books (In Sunshine or In Shadow, Coming Home, or Playing For Keeps), and a handmade ribbon bookmark will be awarded to another randomly drawn commenter.

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