Tuesday, April 8, 2014

FREE read-White Trash Witch

Have you ever had 'one of those days'?

Riley finds every day a challenge because her witchcraft isn't what it should be. She's simply a klutz
who laughs all the time, no matter how wrong her spells go. She's the easiest woman in the world to love. The only things she doesn't want in a man is money and looks. She prefers to find someone who will be true to her after a bitter divorce with a handsome, well to do man.

Ryder has been bitten by the divorce bug. Wealthy and handsome, he realizes he doesn't have a chance with Riley in the disguise of a balding, short man, but as a wizard, he keeps his new look, hoping that he can find someone who'd like him for himself, and not his money.

When they get together, Riley and Ryder hit it off, but what will happen when she finds his true self. Can the lies between them heal the rift?

White Trash Witch is a fun loving romp between two people who are gun shy when it comes to love.
You can read it for FREE on https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/421691

Enjoy
Franny Armstrong
www.paranovelgirl.com


Saturday, March 15, 2014

Being different has always appealed to me. So when I write books, I like to twist things around. For instance, in Conquest of the Heart, set it post Conquest England, my hero is a virgin. And he is one of the conquered, not a big, brash Norman knight.


In The Shrew That Tames I took the opportunity to rewrite Shakespeare. I hated how Kate got treated in that play. She had reasons for being a shrew, but no one ever thought of her and her feelings. They just wanted her money. 

In my story, The Shrew That Tames, Katherine is a Regency heiress who has good reasons for being a shrew. She doesn't hate men. But she does want a man who isn't just after her money, one she can share her scientific and intellectual pursuits with.

I give another twist to my story by having this lovely heiress ask an impoverished fortune hunter to marry her. And she has good reasons for this, too!

Blurb and links:
What's an impoverished aristocrat to do when a beautiful heiress asks him to marry her?
Katherine is an heiress who uses her shrewish tongue to keep fortune hunters away. But what is it about Lord Ashfair that leaves her speechless?
Although in need of money, Peter Monroe, Marquis of Ashfair, has resolved to restore his ravaged estates on his own. How can he convince Katherine that he wants her, not her money?
Buy Links for The Shrew That Tames
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Excerpt:
The evening of the Harrington's ball, Ashfair and Sir Anthony escorted the Driscol sisters and their mother to the event. Bianca was besieged at once, and her dance card filled quickly.
Katherine stood to the side, watching her sister's card fill.
Ashfair bowed over her hand. "Will you do me the honor of adding my name to your card, Miss Driscol?"
She clutched her card tighter, her head up. "Really, my lord, you do not have to dance with me simply because you are my escort."
His brow went up. The men in this town were all fools if they would dance with such a lovely woman only to edge closer to her money or her sister and not herself. How many times had she been hurt because of it? "You are right, of course. I have to dance with you because I want to see what it is like to hold you in my arms. There are two waltzes this evening. Please put my name beside one of them. And if you will honor me with a second dance, the quadrille would be nice."
As she added his name to her card, he bent to whisper, "I wish I could dance more than twice with you."
"You are entirely too forward, my lord." He heard her set down. However, he also saw the blush that tinged her cheeks. He tried not to smile, but he was beginning to enjoy teasing a blush into her cheeks.
Katherine had a smattering of attention, mostly, Ashfair thought, from those hoping to win Bianca's approval. He was amazed Katherine could be so easily disregarded. True, she could wield a waspish tongue, but every set down she rendered was, in his opinion, well deserved.
At last they began the quadrille, and Ashfair led Katherine onto the dance floor. As they went through the forms of the dance, he noticed that she became transformed. Her features softened, she gracefully floated, and pleasure sparkled in her eyes.
"You love to dance!" he exclaimed.
Laughing, she agreed. "I always have."
The movements took them apart for a moment. When they came together again he said, "A smile or two from you and your dance card would be full."
Her mouth pursed. "And be forced to endure every crack-wit fortune hunter in the place with sweaty hands and a penchant for writing bad verses to my eyes?" She shook her head. "I'd rather be a wallflower."
Surely by now she knew he was one of those fortune hunters. He pulled her close. "You are dancing with me."
She tossed her head. "You do not have sweaty hands, my lord."
"And so far, I have failed to write a single ode to your eyes. What a dastardly escort I am."
"Yes, terrible." She laughed.

The Shrew That Tames by Michele Stegman

Being different has always appealed to me. So when I write books, I like to twist things around. For instance, in Conquest of the Heart, set it post Conquest England, my hero is a virgin. And he is one of the
conquered, not a big, brash Norman knight.

In The Shrew That Tames I took the opportunity to rewrite Shakespeare. I hated how Kate got treated in that play. She had reasons for being a shrew, but no one ever thought of her and her feelings. They just wanted her money. 

In my story, The Shrew That Tames, Katherine is a Regency heiress who has good reasons for being a shrew. She doesn't hate men. But she does want a man who isn't just after her money, one she can share her scientific and intellectual pursuits with.

I give another twist to my story by having this lovely heiress ask an impoverished fortune hunter to marry her. And she has good reasons for this, too!

Blurb and links:

What's an impoverished aristocrat to do when a beautiful heiress asks him to marry her?

Katherine is an heiress who uses her shrewish tongue to keep fortune hunters away. But what is it about Lord Ashfair that leaves her speechless?

Although in need of money, Peter Monroe, Marquis of Ashfair, has resolved to restore his ravaged estates on his own. How can he convince Katherine that he wants her, not her money?

Buy Links for The Shrew That Tames
The Breathless Press site: http://www.breathlesspress.com/index.php?main_page=product_free_shipping_info&cPath=17&products_id=548&zenid=4e6d9f6ce3d528292ee985817b5c447d 
All Romance Ebooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-theshrewthattames-1447787-340.html
Book Strand: http://www.bookstrand.com/the-shrew-that-tames
Smashwords:  http://www.smashwords.com/books/search?query=the+shrew+that+tames
Amazon:  http://www.amazon.com/Shrew-That-Tames-Michele-Stegman-ebook/dp/B00IZUXT96/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1394807029&sr=8-1&keywords=the+shrew+that+tames
Excerpt:
The evening of the Harrington's ball, Ashfair and Sir Anthony escorted the Driscol sisters and their mother to the event. Bianca was besieged at once, and her dance card filled quickly.
Katherine stood to the side, watching her sister's card fill.
Ashfair bowed over her hand. "Will you do me the honor of adding my name to your card, Miss Driscol?"
She clutched her card tighter, her head up. "Really, my lord, you do not have to dance with me simply because you are my escort."
His brow went up. The men in this town were all fools if they would dance with such a lovely woman only to edge closer to her money or her sister and not herself. How many times had she been hurt because of it? "You are right, of course. I have to dance with you because I want to see what it is like to hold you in my arms. There are two waltzes this evening. Please put my name beside one of them. And if you will honor me with a second dance, the quadrille would be nice."
As she added his name to her card, he bent to whisper, "I wish I could dance more than twice with you."
"You are entirely too forward, my lord." He heard her set down. However, he also saw the blush that tinged her cheeks. He tried not to smile, but he was beginning to enjoy teasing a blush into her cheeks.
Katherine had a smattering of attention, mostly, Ashfair thought, from those hoping to win Bianca's approval. He was amazed Katherine could be so easily disregarded. True, she could wield a waspish tongue, but every set down she rendered was, in his opinion, well deserved.
At last they began the quadrille, and Ashfair led Katherine onto the dance floor. As they went through the forms of the dance, he noticed that she became transformed. Her features softened, she gracefully floated, and pleasure sparkled in her eyes.
"You love to dance!" he exclaimed.
Laughing, she agreed. "I always have."
The movements took them apart for a moment. When they came together again he said, "A smile or two from you and your dance card would be full."
Her mouth pursed. "And be forced to endure every crack-wit fortune hunter in the place with sweaty hands and a penchant for writing bad verses to my eyes?" She shook her head. "I'd rather be a wallflower."
Surely by now she knew he was one of those fortune hunters. He pulled her close. "You are dancing with me."
She tossed her head. "You do not have sweaty hands, my lord."
"And so far, I have failed to write a single ode to your eyes. What a dastardly escort I am."

"Yes, terrible." She laughed.

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

What would you do for someone you love?

Would you fight to the death to save someone you love? Would you travel a thousand miles to rescue them? What makes a hero or heroine push the limits?

Sergeant Jinn Dennison seeks her identical twin sister, Julie, in the Mexican rainforest. She 'feels' that Julie is dying. The only think keeping her away from Julie is time, and Tab (Toxic) McTavish, the captain of Julie's team, Toxic Tango Troop, an elite team of soldiers whose mission it is to take down a drug lord.

Tab  thinks Jinn is Julie and a traitor to the team and gave them up to the enemy. She can't prove her innocence because she and her sister are highly classified secrets in the military. They are both psychic in the extreme. Alone, they are powerful, but together they can be deadly.

The only thing besides their natures that will set the women apart is their matching dragon tattoos on their bellies, and the love of a man. When you think of it, love and war go hand in hand. Battling hearts or soldiers still leaves a wide open gap to fill. Each story blends the two until they are one.

Imagine you're at home with your partner and there is friction between you. Do you fight back, or offer your heart to resolve the issues? Misunderstandings are commonplace in romantic tales, but when the characters both see eye to eye, fires light up and hearts fill with love.

Join Jinn and Tab in JINN & TOXIC - book 1 of the Toxic Tango Troop series. Book 2 is Julie's story, MINX JULIETTE (coming soon). Don't miss them. Get your copy today at www.breathlesspress.com

EXCERPT


After a long, uneventful day, Jinn was exhausted and tired of waiting for Tab to follow through on his threats. With no chance to get past his defenses and the team never far away, she remained captive.

There'd been no contact from Julie, but the mild pain in Jinn's chest assured her that her sister was alive. They'd found few signs of humans passing, and the trail was getting cold. Many of the teammates were getting frustrated.

Jane Burgess, one of their female soldiers who they called Spitfire, was a prisoner of the enemy and that boded ill for her. From what Jinn had seen with Angel, the rebels were brutal with women.

Angel still hadn't spoken more than a few words since her release. She'd withdrawn into herself as though to block out the world. Tab and Gonzales watched over her. Jinn studied Tab as he fed the woman and realized by the tender care as he wiped some meat juice off her chin with his thumb that he had feelings for her. A twinge of jealousy reared its green head.

Jennings sat down beside Jinn and studied her for a few moments before she spoke, the first of the soldiers to even acknowledge her since she'd been unveiled by Tab.

"I don't know what's changed about you or why all the lies, Dennison, but I want to tell you something; Don't you harm the Captain or anyone else on this team, or you're a dead woman whether you helped us or not. Understand?"

The serious frown on her face caused Jinn to realize there was more to the threat than simple protectiveness. "You're in love with the Captain, aren't you?"

A flush turned Jennings' cheeks red as she stood.

"I meant what I said."

Jinn nodded. "I'll take that into consideration. As I said before, I'm not here to harm anyone. I have a job to do, and I'm going to do it with or without the help of TT&T."

"As long as your job doesn't jeopardize the rest of us, I'm good with that." Jennings stood and moved off to sit with the others, leaving Jinn to her thoughts.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, and she realized that someone was watching her, she looked up and met Tab's brooding gaze. Her lips tingled at the memory of his mouth on hers, his body mastering her on the ground earlier. She licked her lips unconsciously and nearly grinned when his eyes dropped to watch the movement. He might pretend to be impartial, but by the growing bulge in his pants, he was anything but.

Tab turned around and disappeared into the forest. Satisfaction was a sweet tool.

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Monday, February 24, 2014


A Taste For Killing

By H.K. Sterling


Mystery and Romance blend together when competing detectives Carolyn Woods and Jack Heart are both hired to solve the murder of Pete Wallace, only to realize they are working the same case. To complicate things, Carolyn and Jack have an on again-off again relationship. Then there is Evan Jones, a handsome architect— but he's also a suspect. Can Carolyn manage to solve the case as more and more murders pile up? Will her relationship with Jack hinder their investigations? And what about Evan Jones? He seems like the perfect man, but could he actually be the murderer? One thing is for sure: someone close to both Carolyn and Jack has A Taste For Killing.

Excerpt

He had six-pack abs, and I wanted to feel the carbonation. This one dressed like the stereotype of a construction worker, down to the handkerchief he used to wipe sweat off his forehead. I don't know if he or the hot day brought it out, but sweat poured off of me too. He had no interest in me as a person, though. I was invading his territory. Still, I enjoyed the view. For my part, I knew my clothes looked crappy. I didn’t have to wear uniforms anymore, but my street clothes, well they were very—street. So there I stood, a turd in the sun in front of this Adonis. Oh well.

He pointed to a small trailer up a muddy hill. The supervisor I asked to see apparently stayed in there. Stayed, as in never left. Great. Mud. Now I'd be a dried turd in the sun. Adonis went back to digging and I started the trek up the hill. At least I came with boots. Steel toed.

Once I made it to the trailer, I heard an argument going on inside.

"Look, I don't care who you are. The plans are publically filed. Go get them yourself!" yelled someone.

Then I heard a voice I knew. Calm, cool, subversive. "Is there any reason you're being so difficult? A man did die on your watch."

An encounter I hadn’t planned on. Well, at least not until later tonight. I knocked loudly on the door and with my sweetest voice said, "Hello, boys. Am I interrupting something?"

"Great," groused the supervisor. "A party." He appeared to me like another stereotype, puffing on a cigar over a fat jowl line and rotund stomach that threatened to overturn the small desk he was behind. I guess there's a reason for stereotypes. He looked about four hamburgers away from a heart attack.

On a wooden chair in front of the supervisor sat Jack. A fellow independent detective, an ally at times, a competitor...and my on and off lover.

"Well, well, well," he said smiling, but I could tell he wasn’t happy to see me. Not here. It meant we were both working the same case. "Hello, Carolyn. Who hired you?"

"Parents."

"Girlfriend," he answered back.

We stared at each other. Complications.

The supervisor didn’t give a damn and said to me, "Well, missy, I'll tell you the same thing I told this guy." He jerked his thumb around to Jack. "The plans are publically filed and that’s all I have to say about it."

I tried a different tactic. "That’s fine with me. I have no problem going downtown for a copy." I wore my practiced, saccharine smile. "But I wonder, could you tell me the name of the architect? Please?" I smiled again. God, this job sucks at times.

The supervisor sighed. "Jones, Evan Jones."

"Thank you so much," I said, smiling my best smile again. "I'll get out of the way and leave you two boys to...whatever you were doing."

I opened the door to go and started to shut it only to find Jack following me out.

"Sure, flash your tits and get what you want." Boy was he in a bad mood.

"There was no tit flashing in there. Face it, testosterone was not a good choice in that situation."

Jack's response: a grunt.

"Besides," I tried to placate him, "I didn’t get the plans either."

"No, you did one better."

"That's assuming the architect will have anything to do with me and cooperate." A thought occurred to me. "So are you going there too?"

"No, I might as well wait and see what you turn up. Besides, I have my own leads."

"Are you planning to share?" Just call me hopeful. As in full of shit, because that’s where hope always seemed to lead.

"No," he said, still grumpy.

"I see. So it's gonna be like that."

"I guess so."

 I felt like such a female. Damn. But I had to ask.

"Are we still on for tonight?"

"Yeah."

I wasn’t convinced but didn’t push it. God, sometimes I hated myself. But we were good together—when it was good—when his competitive edge didn’t get the better of him. Though I was one to talk. I did the same thing at times. Hence our on and off status. But currently we were supposed to be on. So, I kept it light in the spirit of things to come.

"Okay, master detective, I'll leave you to your leads. See ya."

"See ya," he replied, already preoccupied, pondering a piece of paper he'd taken from his pocket.

I made my way down the hill in my muddy boots.

H.K. Sterling

BIOGRAPHY
 

H.K. Sterling is an author with Breathless Press known for stories with imagination, intelligence, a kick, and twist endings. H.K. likes to focus her writing on suspense, science-fiction, shorts, and anything that is spicy and unexpected. Sometimes her writing may even go dark. H.K. lives in Virginia with her husband who graciously puts up with her passion for writing. H.K. currently has a Mystery/Thriller out: A Taste For Killing; and two short stories in the Breathless Press Anthology: My Bloody Valentine. Her new book, A Taste For Danger has just been accepted for publication and H.K will also soon publish a short-short titled Eyes Only. H.K.'s books are suitable for 18+. You can contact H.K. on the following social media:

Catch up with H.K. Sterling on the following media:
Twitter: @HKSterling
HK Sterling "Undercover Blog": http://hksterling1.blogspot.com/
 

 

 

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Have you had your coffee today?

Coffee goes great with reading a good book. Coffee Time Romance serves up the best.

While you delve into the lives of my characters or go with them deep into a jungle, take a long sip. Coffee Time Romance has everything you need to enjoy a good cup while finding all your reading needs. Meet tons of romance authors and ride the waves of adventure with characters you'll love.

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Sunday, February 9, 2014

The Winter blahs disappear when I write.

Since I write about tropical islands and places like Mexico. My characters get to be nice and warm as well as free of shovelling snow. I live in Ontario, Canada. We get four seasons, each one with beauty and variety. I look forward to the spring flowers after having my fill of snow.

When I write about the warmth of the places I talk about, I don't feel the cold. Of course sitting in my chair building my tales while next to a warm wood stove helps. I love to close my eyes and imagine how my characters move, smell the greenery, touch a smooth leaf, or listen to the birds and other animals singing in the rainforest.

How do you stay warm? Read Jinn & Toxic and enjoy a race through the Mexican rainforest. You'll feel the heat!

Blurb

Connected to her identical twin sister through telepathy, Sergeant Jinn Dennison feels Juliette’s (Julie’s) pain when she’s shot in the chest while on a covert assignment in Mexico. Jinn wants to save her, but is bound by military orders to stay at her post. Of course she ignores the rule and goes AWOL, risking court martial to find and save Julie from certain death. Time is of the essence as Jinn is dying from an inoperable brain tumor which causes debilitating migraines.

Captain Tabor (Tab)‘Toxic’ McTavish runs an elite group of soldiers who work like ghosts getting into and out of their assignments without leaving a trace, however, this time a traitor in their midst has given them away and all goes awry. They are scattered and some of them have been captured in the rainforest south of Mexico City and must use their wits and strength to overcome obstacles and break free of the deadly enemy.

When Jinn and Tab meet, it's another challenge to be met. She's all business until she meets his eyes and they are thrown together in this military tale of true love.

To read this heartwarming tale, go to http://www.breathlesspress.com/index.php?main_page=advanced_search_result&search_in_description=1&zenid=5abe9add2571235ceeb130a0c07d086c&keyword=franny+armstrong&x=41&y=12