New Siren-Bookstrand Releases in March

I'm pleased to announce three new Siren-Bookstrand books are now available


TWO NEW COWBOY SEX INSTALLMENTS!

A Top Ten Siren-Bookstrand Bestseller




Mitch Colony knows all about personal sacrifice. Burdened by responsibilities that weren’t his to carry, Mitch paid his debt to society and is ready to reclaim the woman he loves.


Brock Sheldon and Rory Matthews understand Mitch carries an enormous amount of heartache and pain. Bad choices led Mitch down a destructive path, and while he is ready to leave the past behind, Brock and Rory have their family to consider.

Embedded in the BDSM lifestyle, Mitch has eclectic tastes and he is legendary for several reasons, but his sexual preferences aren’t most disconcerting for Brock and Rory. His personal connections with unsavory characters threaten to tear their happy relationship apart.

Trixie Cartwell Sheldon’s desire for three places her in a killer’s sights. Trixie hasn’t forgotten the love she and Mitch shared, and even though he still represents a dangerous past, she wants him at any cost. What she doesn’t realize is the going rate for love is very high indeed.




A Top Ten Siren-Bookstrand Bestseller



Trying to outrun a destructive relationship, Kimberly Cartwell finds passion and protection through the love and admiration of two powerful Doms. Unveiling secrets about Kimberly’s past, Wyatt Clanton and Sebastian Ketchum purchase Kimberly’s time at a lifestyle benefit auction and prepare a rigorous submissive training program, one destined for an unwelcomed interruption.


International trouble follows Kimberly to Sebastian Ketchum’s estate. Once Kimberly is abducted, Sebastian and Wyatt are determined to find her. Pooling their resources, Sebastian and Wyatt discover Kimberly and her abductor at a South Carolina exhibitionism club. Realizing there is only one way to shield Kimberly from her past, Sebastian and Wyatt plan a train trip.

During their travels, Wyatt and Sebastian learn Kimberly not only wants to serve and please, but she is also interested in extreme BDSM. As she escapes a man who nearly ruined her, Kimberly surrenders free will by placing her faith and trust in the two men who have waited years to love her.



NEW SERIES!

Historical~BDSM~Wolf-Shifter~



Two pack masters discover an unyielding love in one woman by altering customs and forming new traditions destined to change the Wyoming Territory forever. Imprinting upon and sharing a lover, the Alphas realize their packs must join together, but they will face great opposition when their chosen mate is confronted with a wrenching decision.



Pack masters Frank Smith and Jock Corrigan aren’t enemies, but they aren’t exactly friends. Still, their similar fates have been altered by an unusual union they cannot deny. Their relationship with Carla Cassidy forces several wolves to make their independent choices. One will stand with the newly formed pack, but another will fall victim to his own selfish needs and motives. A group of new shifters will emerge and change the course of history, but not before the expanding pack’s goals are tested and tried.


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New Release: Claiming Their Racy Sub

Hello everyone! I'm thrilled to announce the release of CLAIMING THEIR RACY SUB - Racy Nights 2. This series is erotic MFM menage, contemporary BDSM romance with an HEA in every book for our heroine and her two sexy heroes.

You can read more about the Racy Nights series on my WEBSITE, but for now, here is a brief overview:

Welcome to Racy Indiana, population 10,467 (give or take a few) and founded in 1898. Located in northwest Indiana, a branch of the Iroquois River runs through the town, and miles of wind turbines dot the landscape. On Riverfront Drive you’ll find the Racy Animal Clinic, owned and operated by sexy vet Dustin Alexander, and where Annalise Kerr brings in her cat Shadow for a checkup. While backing out of the parking space after Dustin asks her out, she nearly collides with the unmarked police cruiser driven by Detective Chad Bristol.

If you walk along Riverfront toward downtown Racy, you’ll come to Market Street, the heart of Racy’s historic district. The buildings here are all original, and the business owners have lovingly maintained them. Most businesses in Racy have been passed down through the generations, but some have new owners.

For instance, Luke’s Bar is on this street. Gorgeous Luke Rodriguez owns it, and he spends most of his time there, until he meets Alexa Monahan, that is. Alexa moved to Racy from Manhattan, where she worked in a sex shop with Racy native Kari Tye.

Kari has been gone for fifteen years, but now she’s back. She and Alexa have just opened Tye Me Up, Racy’s first and only sex shop, out on Lawnview Drive. But unbeknownst to them, the secrets they left behind in The Big Apple have followed them to Racy.

Don’t worry. Noah Wells, a research and development specialist at Notus Power, the company that owns and operates the wind turbines just outside of Racy, will help keep Kari safe. And what he can’t accomplish, sexy Adison Kincaid, head of security at Notus, certainly can. As for Alexa, she not only has Luke looking after her, but also heroic Chase Taylor, the Racy Building Commissioner. He’s the reason Kari and Alexa were able to open their shop in the once-beautiful century home that had been scheduled for demolition. Now restored to its former majesty, the upstairs of the house is living quarters for Kari and Alexa, and the shop is on the main floor.

Around the corner from Market Street is Main Street, where you’ll find the courthouse and City Hall. J Lo lookalike Marisol Santiago is a court reporter who gets more than she bargained for when she becomes accidentally involved again with old boyfriend Rafe Rodriguez, and Ellis McCree, the city building inspector, at the same time. Rafe is Luke’s older brother, and Ellis is cousin to Maddox McCree, who owns and operates the local BDSM club out of his mansion on Birch Lane.

Maddox’s mysterious and slightly shady past is the subject of much speculation among Racy’s residents, but when psychologist Julie Carruthers attends a surprise birthday party for Alexa at Maddox’s club, she chips a hole in the armor surrounding Maddox.

Things really get interesting inside City Hall. Mayor Bernie Crumb is as crooked as they come, but he keeps getting re-elected every four years. He publicly condemns Maddox’s club and the BDSM community in Racy every chance he gets, but people like Councilman Zach Kincaid and IT department head Gina Santori keep him on his toes. Zach and Gina also work hard to keep their relationship a secret inside the hallowed halls of City Hall.

The Racy police station has its share of heartthrob heroes as well. In addition to Detective Sean Brennan who shares Dom duty to Julie with Maddox McCree, Sergeant Harrison Kelly is hot and heavy with Gina, alongside Zach. If you circle around Main Street over to Ash Lane and head for the river, you’ll eventually wind up back on Riverfront, where The Fit Bod, Racy’s gym, stands in stark contrast to the quaint old buildings in and around that area. It’s a bold, modern design that hunky Evan Rydell designed and co-owns with Thayer Denning. Evan and Thayer don’t mind sharing sub Cherilyn Barker, who works as an Administrative Assistant in City Hall.

And Olivia Kelly, Harrison’s sister and Cherilyn’s friend, has plenty to do outside her work at City Hall as an Administrative Assistant once she meets Racy Fire Chief Cameron Sinclair and Racy Fire Inspector Storm Jamison. Talk about things heating up!

So come on in and take a stroll through Racy with its spunky heroines and drop-dead gorgeous heroes. This is small town America, and Racy residents gossip as much as anyone, but when the crap hits the fan, they’re there for each other. From ex-Doms and serial killers, to ex-wives and AWOL soldiers, and all the way to tornadoes and arsonists, Racy has its share of trouble, but our heroes are on hand to make sure no harm comes to their heroines.

**Here is the blurb for CLAIMING HER RACY SUB**

When submissive Alexa Monahan moves to Racy, Indiana, from Manhattan, she knows the abusive Dom she left behind might find her, but she can’t help falling in love with Doms Chase Taylor and Luke Rodriguez.

Luke Rodriguez was always the man whom women wanted as a friend, but never as a lover. He’s met his soul mate in Alexa, but can he help her overcome the abuse she suffered so she can love him in the way he craves?

Chase Taylor’s wife left him years ago and now he’s afraid to give his heart away, until he meets Alexa. She’s everything he’s ever wanted. But what is she hiding in her past, and can he protect her from it?

The three soon find themselves battling not only Alexa’s demons from her abuse as a teen, but a very real threat in the form of her ex-Dom who has somehow found her…

**Order CLAIMING THEIR RACY SUB by clicking HERE**

Wednesday's WOrds for March 27, 2013

In just a few short weeks, my beloved and I will be heading to the first—and this year, the only—conference of the season. Our last year was jam-packed with travel as we attended the three different author-related events that were on our schedule. For someone like me who really does not like the traveling part, that was just too much. I felt as if I completely missed my summer here at home.

This year, there is only one conference in our plans, and it’s at the end of April.

I’m looking forward to attending the Romantic Times Booklovers’ Convention, as I always do. This year it’s being held in Kansas City, Missouri. RT is my one major “promotional” event of the year. It’s where I go to put my “gregarious extrovert” cap on, and put my best foot forward.

I do genuinely enjoy meeting new people, be they readers or fellow authors. I am, however, by nature an introvert. I do not need to socialize or be with other people on a regular basis in order to be happy. In other words, I could blissfully spend most of my life (and I do, actually) in my writing cave, with my computer keyboard at my fingertips and a coffee pot, bathroom and bed nearby.

This year, as he did last year, my husband will be going with me to RT. He really enjoyed himself at the convention last year in Chicago. This year, he’s going to “officially” attend all the festivities. Of course, his main role will continue, as he coined it last year, to be my “stand by and stand here” guy. I really appreciated having his assistance, because it is very difficult for me to manage at such an event all on my own.

It’s neither fair nor is it right for me to depend upon my acquaintances—the people I used to room with at these things—to be there to help me get around, or get where I need to be on time. I had been doing that up until last year, but really, that didn’t work out very well for any one. So last year David made the decision that he should go with me and do what he could to help.

In more than one way, Chicago’s conference was a watershed event for me. My life took one of those turns that can only be considered a complete shake-up. At first, I thought that what happened was the worst thing ever, but I have since changed my mind about it all, for I came away from the Windy City with two brand new best friends. I was blessed to meet for the first time, face to face, with my fellow Siren authors Heather Rainier and Peyton Elizabeth. Mr. Rainer accompanied his wife, and our two husbands seemed to hit it off very well. I have no doubt that being practically the only two men in the room had at least something to do with that.

A few months after that initial meeting, near the end of summer, we spent time with Ms. Peyton and the Rainiers at a conference in Dallas where we also met another Siren author, Corrine Davies and her husband. While I huddled with the women and discussed all things writing it was gratifying for me to see my beloved spending time with the men, all of whom appeared to enjoy themselves immensely.

At RT, we will not only have the pleasure of the company, once again, of the Rainiers and the Davies, and Peyton Elizabeth, we will also be meeting and spending time with Peyton’s new fiancé. Yes, there will be eight of us, all told, chumming around, wreaking havoc. While we ladies host our publisher’s table in Club RT, who knows what shenanigans those men might get up to?

Since all the men are attending all the dinners and the parties, too, there really is no telling what kind of mayhem may ensue when the eight of us are together. My beloved and I don’t get out much, so we tend to store up a lot of mischief and energy, just waiting for the best time and place to let it all loose.

The way I see it, that’s just one more thing to look forward to.

Love,
Morgan
http://www.morganashbury.com
http://www.bookstrand.com/morgan-ashbury

Angelic Forecast ~ #238

"Too many are fed up. Too many are starving. Too many have no future, and no home." I ache inside, and despair sweeps over me.

"Yes. And, land changes will continue that bring many disruptions." Dhuroth places a comforting hand on my arm.

"Disruptions," I murmur, disheartened. "At this point, how do I help?"

My lion pauses, and I know I won't like his answer.

"We have already accomplished much, my Sh’raka. Yet..."

"Yet," I urge, as Dhuroth strokes my arm, his passion barely leashed.

"This is a time when your influence will be denied." He speaks in his most serious voice.

"Denied." I jerk upward, feeling defiant. "Why?"

"The Guardians of Earth will not allow it... because it is too dangerous for you. Also," he begins, before I can speak, "the time is past. Meaning, my woman, the die is cast -- as you would say it on Earth."

"The die is cast," I murmur, letting my lion man's words sink in. "I don't like the sound of that."

"There will come a time, again," he soothes, "when your assistance will be needed... when..."

A series of bell tones interrupt us. And, I know it is important for Dhuroth to respond immediately.

TO BE CONTINUED...
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ANGELIC FORECAST ~

This week, as the Easter celebration approaches, there will be an amazing opportunity to renew your spirit, and your deepest soul. For now, the diamond and golden light pours down like a waterfall, washing away what you no longer need in your life.

The major theme for this week, and the next several months: The Establishment News Minions Speak with Forked Tongue.

In opposition, to bring forth more AWARENESS, the Good Angels and Beneficents are saturating the atmosphere and Earth with their music, with harmonies heretofore unknown in this Age. Listen with your heart, and feel them enliven you, dance inside you.

On the magickal, mystical front, the pit vipers of death versus the wise serpents of old. Their battle rages across the dimensions of time in a Time War that was begun at the origin of Earth, once it became a planet in this solar system.

Also, the 'Mages of Ages Lost' increase their measure of influence, assisting in the transmutation of the Aquarian Age culture toward the natural uses of magick. This will be especially noticeable in the magical relationship people develop with their gardens.

On the AWAKENING front, as the Anaconda of Darkness tightens its coils around humanity, a core of people come to realize the establishment's power structure is a farce, a 'fiction' that has been sold as real for generations. And backed by huge amounts of firepower, of course -- or, the 'might makes right' strategy.

This all-important *realization* -- that the people have been tricked into  existing within a 'fictional' corp-gov system -- is, in and of itself, POWERFUL. Needless to say, this nefarious fiction is so deeply entrenched in the psyche of the people as a belief, it will be difficult for many to understand, let alone face.

However, like brilliant shafts of light pouring through an opening in a thick blanket of clouds, this 'artificial matrix' will be exposed. Eventually.

On the personal front, watch your step this week. There are ensnaring forces, Trickster forces just waiting to trip most of us up. If 'any' situation feels odd,  or off, avoid it by any means necessary.

Once again, it is wise to keep an eye on the state of your finances. As well, unusual opportunities will likely start coming your way. Explore with a wary eye. However, many of them will be solid, and helpful in these lean times.

At this time, it remains wise to fortify your home against the many superstorms of life that are about to hit the planet. Or, dare to prepare.

On the paranormal front, HEADLINE: An Alien Base in Alaska?: Alaska’s Mount Hayes, the jewel of a glacial range northeast of Anchorage, housed one of the aliens’ largest bases.' ~mysteriousuniverse.org/2013/03/an-alien-base-in-alaska~

Look for presstitute news stories introducing the idea -- pros and cons -- that 'they', the space aliens, are coming. Or, are here.

There are several reasons for this. The ruling establishment want to appear as if they are on top of the game, know what is going on, and will be there for the public good. 'Nothing' could be further from the TRUTH!

Also, the current pope will likely play a leading role in this global con job. While many races of ETs are here, and many want beneficial contact, THOSE who are in alliance with Earth's leaders, are 'not' to be trusted.

On the economic front, the ECONOMIC WARFARE AGAINST THE PEOPLE races full speed ahead. Or, a gov-horde of hundred-ton gorillas are coming for what belongs to you, and your family.

That is, *The Global Strip Mining of the People's Money by the Bankster Gangsters* is here. Taxes, and every form of sinister, legally sanctioned plunder is about to begin.

However, resistance will rise fast, as many of the people say NO. Hell, no!

This week, the brain-drain media minions will smokescreen the truth of what is happening in the worldwide economy. Several trial balloons will be let loose, to find out what the people will accept. All of these so-called 'save the economy' ideas will backfire nastily on the system.

However, if you can save what belongs to you, do it. No time like the present to make plans, then follow through.

On the truth front, the TRUTH of what is REALLY occurring around the world will be obscured as never before. Metaphorical forest fires will be set by the new world order crowd, worldwide, to smokescreen their real goals, and chessboard moves.

On the war front, this week is likely to be even more explosively horrible and horrifying than ever before, on all the current war fronts. Asia could be featured, however, and scape-goated as the problem -- the reason for a world war.

As well, the Middle East will brutally flare out of control. This turn of events will 'not' be what the global cabal wants, as far as furthering their take-over-the-world agenda. Because their mercenaries armies won't be winning.

That stated, the 'false flag' events in the various war theaters will continue at a ruthless, no-mercy pace.  And, *deceit* rules. What is truly happening behind the scenes will be guarded like gold by the dark-siders.

On the tyranny-at-work front, even with the factional infighting, the dark-side cabal has arrived at a common consensus. However, they have been misdirected by an on-the-good-side group of infiltrators.

While, this will not immediately end their reign of evil, the refreshing winds of freedom blow across the globe. And, as stated in a previous forecast: "Once again in our country's history, the rattlesnake of liberty coils and rises with the warning: DON'T TREAD ON ME!"

On the communication front, a complex week ahead in every arena. The innovative design of e-devices will be front and center, and usher in a whole new cyber world.

This will bring forth an era of the HEART. That is, many will begin to realize how captured they are by technology. They will realize  how deeply important heart-to-heart, intimate communications are with each other -- and how vital real human emotions are to the well-being of us All, now in the far future.

On the home front, discord, crisis, and a renaissance toward self-reliance is the theme for the upcoming week. With any remaining trust in the establishment waning fast, people are looking for how best to survive, and protect themselves.

On the food front, as the population comes to realize how over-chemicalized food products have become, the movement against the giants in the food industry will strengthen, and eventually go super-hot nova.

This will be inspired by the fact that labeling no longer reflects what  chemicals and ingredients are in food products. Also, with Monsanto becoming above-the-law untouchable, many will turn to foods they grow, and to farmers and ranchers they trust.

On the land changes front, this week, the massive monster sinkhole in Louisiana eats up more acreage, and the new Gulf Oil disaster will be exposed.  A five hundred mile oil slick has already been photographed by Bonny Schumaker ~onwingsofcare.org~

As well, everything that follows will only increase... from the prior forecast: "this month more sinkholes and fireballs and ocean superstorms. If you're living near a coastline, dare to prepare.

Note: this prediction has been occurring. ***'sinkholes' will be front and center for the next month. Likely, the strange trumpeting and the unexplained explosive sounds will ramp up again.

The comets, they come. But, are they merely comets?

AGAIN: Same ole... same ole, to repeat: "all HELL is about to break loose over the next six months. Volcanoes, major and swarm earthquakes, superstorms, massive flooding, superspeed winds, volcanic eruptions beneath the oceans. Asteroids and comets, omy!

Also, gigantic sun flares or CMEs ~coronal mass ejections~ will be licking at the Earth's atmosphere like great serpentine tongues tasting prey before deciding whether to devour. Be prepared to stay indoors, if necessary."***

On the energy front, gamechanger events are about to occur on many levels.  Supplies of oil will deliberately be shut down in the near future, and disguised as necessary. This is a way to control and continue plundering the people.

Meanwhile, some of the people will fight back by spreading energy devices of all types, and going off grid. Also, there are ray gun types of weapons being manufactured, and sold on the black market.

On the really bad news front, not a pleasant week ahead for many, even with the Easter celebration this coming weekend. For now, decisions will need to be made that many of us never thought would be necessary.

The best solution will be joining together with those who truly love you, and have your best interests at heart. Now is the time to work out ways to help each other.

On the good news front, miracles rise. That is, the 'real' truth about who humanity is, and where we came from -- what our real history/herstory is, continues to be exposed, especially in what is called the alternative media.

At this time, these massive revelations cannot be stopped, no matter the heinous method of suppression. The Divine Light demands it on behalf of humanity. On behalf of all who love humanity unconditionally.

On the global mafia cabal front, one of the mafia cabal's own will be 'outed' in a major way within the next month. This will be a shock to many who believed in this individual's humanitarianism.

On the heroine front, this woman is a HEROINE a hundred times over. Rosa Koire is a crusader against what is known as U.N. Agenda 21, and has written the phenomenal book, BEHIND THE GREEN  MASK.

On the freedom front, while President Lincoln remains a controversial leader for many, and for good reason because of his dictatorial policies in forming the union... yet, his words ring true for these times.

I see in the near future a crisis approaching that unnerves me and causes me to tremble for the safety of my country. As a result of the war, corporations have been enthroned and an era of corruption in high places will follow, and the money power of the country will endeavor to prolong its reign by working upon the prejudices of the people until all wealth is aggregated in a few hands, and the Republic is destroyed. I feel at this moment more anxiety for the safety of my country than ever before, even in the midst of war.

Abraham Lincoln - In a letter written to William Elkin less than five months before he was assassinated.

The money power preys on the nation in times of peace, and conspires against it in times of adversity. It is more despotic than monarchy, more insolent than autocracy, more selfish than bureaucracy. It denounces, as public enemies, all who question its methods or throw light upon its crimes.

Abraham Lincoln

Trendwise, as times worsen for many, romance as a way of life, and between people as a loving emotion, will rise and become a major societal force. That is, romance, romantic ways, evolve during the coming decade.

From this point forward, a sweetness of the heart will develop for those who wish to live from their Sacred Heart. This will be a whole new way of living, and a whole new way to express love for one another, in all of our various relationships.

This week, enjoy as many sunrises and sunsets as you can. Let yourself soak in the splendid colors, and notice what daydreams may arise. 

 Angelic blessings from Volcano & Sedona
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Warning!!! The global elite [New World Order] does not want *you* to read this book. See ~ Powerful Dreams at my Kougar Kisses blog.

WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS

~~~ Where angels fear to tread, 2012 Earth ~~~

World weary and worn out, the incarnated angel, Sedona, who believes she is merely human, has three choices after her old van breaks down.

Let the Nazerazzi squad of the North American Union capture her and force her into a FEMA concentration camp.

Walk out into the Arizona night desert, let the wildlife have a good meal with the hope her death will be quick.

Or does she dare trust the mysterious stranger suddenly before her?

Handsome as sin and all in black, he emerges out of the darkness.

Sedona wonders if the stranger on a superspeed motorcycle is her savior from the brutal endtimes.

Or, is he a roving cult member of the New World Order, hunting his next blood sacrifice?

***

It’s only a few days before Winter Solstice, December 21, 2012 ~ The end of the Mayan Calendar.

Sent from heaven to help Sedona save humanity, Zerr Dann knows the Divine is playing its last card on Earth.

He also knows Sedona is about to find out Christmas miracles still exist.

[Angelic Fantasy Erotic Romance]
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New G-Spot!

 

 

I’ve just issued the latest edition of my newsletter, The G-Spot.

Highlights this issue:

·         What I’m Reading/Recommended Reads

·         This Issue’s Novel Excerpt FIRE’S ICE (Elemental Magic, Book 5) by Brynna Curry

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·         This Issue's Newsletter Contest—SUBSCRIBERS ONLY!

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Wednesday's Words for March 20, 2013

Today is the first day of spring!

Of course, you wouldn’t know that from looking out my window here in Southern Ontario. The weather forecast calls for a high of 27 degrees Fahrenheit, but with the wind chill it will feel more like 18. Brrr. Have I ever mentioned that I hate the cold?

Yet, despite the cold temperatures that were slow in coming this winter and now apparently loath to depart, it is the first day of the new season. I hear the birds early in the morning, and that is one of only two real signs I’ve seen that it is indeed nearly time for the cold and the snow to retreat. The other sign are the green shoots poking up through the snow and ice as my daffodils and tulip bulbs have come awake and are preparing to bloom for another year.

If they survive this last bit of winter, that is.

I cherish the cycle of nature that finds us going from season to season each year. I guess part of the reason for that is despite the changes we’ve all witnessed in climate, and even though the characteristics of each season seem to no longer be as consistent as once they were, the seasons nonetheless do change. They occur each year, forming a rhythm to life that is at once comforting and exciting.

Spring has always been my favorite time of year. I love it not only because the temperatures slowly climb from the cold of winter toward the heat of summer. I love it because it is the season of renewal and rebirth. It is, if you will, the season of second chances.

I am a great believer in redemption and second chances.

When I think back to the days of my youth, I remember Saturday morning, awakening to the sound of birdsong. I would sleep with my window open as soon as it was mild enough to do so, and my favorite days were the ones when the breeze coming through my window was that wonderful aroma we used to call fresh air.

I’m not trying to be facetious, but there really was a quality to the air that was different forty years ago, than it is today—although still, every once in a great while I step outside and do inhale that treasured, remembered scent.

The trees would be enveloped in an aura of green—that point when the buds are there, but haven’t yet burst into leaves. The sun would shine in the vibrant blue sky of springtime—a different blue than the pale of winter—and for those moments, those precious moments, it felt as if anything, anything at all was possible.

As a young wife and mother, springtime always made me itchy to get my hands in the soil, to work up flower beds and plant my vegetable garden. It seemed a long wait from those first stirrings of the new season until our traditional planting time—the May 24th weekend. We waited that long to ensure the danger of frost was past.

I’m no longer young, and playing in the soil is different for me now. I have window boxes that fit on my porch railing, so if I want to plant, I can do that. I was finally successful in getting my beloved to plant a few flowers in my yard, and those I am hoping, as I see their tiny green shoots above the snow, will survive and bloom.

Most people think of change, of starting fresh and making resolutions on New Year’s Day. I’d much rather—if I was going to do such a thing—perform that ritual when the breezes of springtime first caress the land.

It seems more fitting a time to make vows of self-improvement, and the spirit of renewal in me would have a resounding echo in the world that surrounds me.

Love,
Morgan
http://www.morganashbury.com
http://www.bookstrand.com/morgan-ashbury

Lily's Secrets Now Available!

The first book of my Elk Creek series (spin-off from The Double R Trilogy) LILY’S SECRETS is now available from Siren Publishing.

Blurb:

Newlywed Lily Baldwin has news for her husband that she never gets to share before she is attacked by a savage in their home and left for dead in the middle of nowhere.

Miraculously, Lily is rescued by a stranger who takes her to his people to recuperate. She never sees her stranger or gets to thank him for what he did, but she doesn’t forget him.

Five years later Lily has returned from her ordeal with the Kiowas, but her husband Wyatt finds it difficult not to blame himself for failing to protect her.

When half-breed Dakota Cooper turns up near the couples’ property injured and needing the same aid Lily needed years previous, Lily cannot resist helping him even if her husband wants to leave Dakota to die.

What will Wyatt do when he finds out the complete truth behind Lily’s attack and her lost years with the “hostiles”?

To read excerpts and/or to purchase, click here: http://www.bookstrand.com/lilys-secrets

 

New Release: Winning Her Racy Heart

 

Hello everyone! I'm thrilled to announce the release of WINNING HER RACY HEART - Racy Nights 1. This series is erotic MFM menage, contemporary BDSM romance with an HEA in every book for our heroine and her two sexy heroes.

You can read more about the Racy Nights series on my WEBSITE, but for now, here is a brief overview:

Welcome to Racy Indiana, population 10,467 (give or take a few) and founded in 1898. Located in northwest Indiana, a branch of the Iroquois River runs through the town, and miles of wind turbines dot the landscape. On Riverfront Drive you’ll find the Racy Animal Clinic, owned and operated by sexy vet Dustin Alexander, and where Annalise Kerr brings in her cat Shadow for a checkup. While backing out of the parking space after Dustin asks her out, she nearly collides with the unmarked police cruiser driven by Detective Chad Bristol.

If you walk along Riverfront toward downtown Racy, you’ll come to Market Street, the heart of Racy’s historic district. The buildings here are all original, and the business owners have lovingly maintained them. Most businesses in Racy have been passed down through the generations, but some have new owners.

For instance, Luke’s Bar is on this street. Gorgeous Luke Rodriguez owns it, and he spends most of his time there, until he meets Alexa Monahan, that is. Alexa moved to Racy from Manhattan, where she worked in a sex shop with Racy native Kari Tye.

Kari has been gone for fifteen years, but now she’s back. She and Alexa have just opened Tye Me Up, Racy’s first and only sex shop, out on Lawnview Drive. But unbeknownst to them, the secrets they left behind in The Big Apple have followed them to Racy.

Don’t worry. Noah Wells, a research and development specialist at Notus Power, the company that owns and operates the wind turbines just outside of Racy, will help keep Kari safe. And what he can’t accomplish, sexy Adison Kincaid, head of security at Notus, certainly can. As for Alexa, she not only has Luke looking after her, but also heroic Chase Taylor, the Racy Building Commissioner. He’s the reason Kari and Alexa were able to open their shop in the once-beautiful century home that had been scheduled for demolition. Now restored to its former majesty, the upstairs of the house is living quarters for Kari and Alexa, and the shop is on the main floor.

Around the corner from Market Street is Main Street, where you’ll find the courthouse and City Hall. J Lo lookalike Marisol Santiago is a court reporter who gets more than she bargained for when she becomes accidentally involved again with old boyfriend Rafe Rodriguez, and Ellis McCree, the city building inspector, at the same time. Rafe is Luke’s older brother, and Ellis is cousin to Maddox McCree, who owns and operates the local BDSM club out of his mansion on Birch Lane.

Maddox’s mysterious and slightly shady past is the subject of much speculation among Racy’s residents, but when psychologist Julie Carruthers attends a surprise birthday party for Alexa at Maddox’s club, she chips a hole in the armor surrounding Maddox.

Things really get interesting inside City Hall. Mayor Bernie Crumb is as crooked as they come, but he keeps getting re-elected every four years. He publicly condemns Maddox’s club and the BDSM community in Racy every chance he gets, but people like Councilman Zach Kincaid and IT department head Gina Santori keep him on his toes. Zach and Gina also work hard to keep their relationship a secret inside the hallowed halls of City Hall.

The Racy police station has its share of heartthrob heroes as well. In addition to Detective Sean Brennan who shares Dom duty to Julie with Maddox McCree, Sergeant Harrison Kelly is hot and heavy with Gina, alongside Zach. If you circle around Main Street over to Ash Lane and head for the river, you’ll eventually wind up back on Riverfront, where The Fit Bod, Racy’s gym, stands in stark contrast to the quaint old buildings in and around that area. It’s a bold, modern design that hunky Evan Rydell designed and co-owns with Thayer Denning. Evan and Thayer don’t mind sharing sub Cherilyn Barker, who works as an Administrative Assistant in City Hall.

And Olivia Kelly, Harrison’s sister and Cherilyn’s friend, has plenty to do outside her work at City Hall as an Administrative Assistant once she meets Racy Fire Chief Cameron Sinclair and Racy Fire Inspector Storm Jamison. Talk about things heating up!

So come on in and take a stroll through Racy with its spunky heroines and drop-dead gorgeous heroes. This is small town America, and Racy residents gossip as much as anyone, but when the crap hits the fan, they’re there for each other. From ex-Doms and serial killers, to ex-wives and AWOL soldiers, and all the way to tornadoes and arsonists, Racy has its share of trouble, but our heroes are on hand to make sure no harm comes to their heroines.

**Here is the blurb for WINNING HER RACY HEART**

When submissive Kari Tye returns home to Racy, Indiana, and opens a sex shop, she contends with more than the town’s surprise. Doms Noah Wells and Adison Kincaid are back in her life and vow to win her heart. But what will happen when the secret she left behind in New York City catches up with her?

Noah was not only the town loser—he and Kari despised each other. But now that he’s turned his life around, can he and Kari put the past behind them? Adison took Kari’s virginity in high school, only to later enter a short-lived marriage with a woman he barely knew. How can she ever forgive him for that, let alone become his sub?

Both men want her, and they soon realize they’ll have to share her, because she won’t choose between them. But Kari has a secret she left behind in the Big Apple, or so she thinks…

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Angelic Forecast ~ #237

"Your flying carpets are not on Mars, are they?" I rest my head against the strong shield that is my lion man's chest.

"You are correct, my one. I did not speak the location because I would keep the image out of my mind. Thus, to keep it hidden from enemies." Dhuroth seductively tugs on my hair, and our gazes meet.

"Conflict," I murmur, even as I hunger for his kiss. "It's not looking good on Earth, is it?"

"Truth," my lion man rumbly murmurs a moment later. "No, my beloved, it is not."

I sigh, and a shiver runs like a river through the length of my body. Foreboding grips me. Yet, such a feeling has been with me for a very long time, I must admit.

"The Good Forces are gaining the upper hand," Dhuroth continues, his tone solemn. "However, my Sh’raka, the battle continues, as fierce and ruthless as hand-to-hand combat. Do not be surprised if shooting conflicts erupt soon."

"Too many are fed up. Too many are starving. Too many have no future, and no home." I ache inside, and despair sweeps over me.

"Yes. And, land changes will continue that bring many disruptions." Dhuroth places a comforting hand on my arm.

"Disruptions," I murmur, disheartened. "At this point, how do I help?"

My lion pauses, and I know I won't like his answer.

TO BE CONTINUED...
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ANGELIC FORECAST ~

Dream a little dream of the world born anew, a garden paradise for all... that is this week's theme.

The Spring Equinox in the northern hemisphere begins on March 20 in 2013. NOW is the time to bloom like the sunny, breeze-nodding daffodils. Now is the moment to rise, and soar toward the sunlight of freedom.

On the magickal, mystical front, the reclaiming of the shadows by the 'Mages of Ages Lost' forges ahead at full divine speed. As the 'evil ones' lose ground in this ancient spiritual war, their territory is being turned over to the Good Forces.

At this time, the whole paradigm of how 'mind power' works shifts, in part, due to the new Aquarian Age energies. It will no longer be about so-called visualization and other popular techniques.

Now, the mind, heart, body, and soul begin to JOIN their energy fields. We, as human beings, become a center of star-power. The manifestation of desires will be in tune with each individual's destiny -- and also in tune with the community at large.

On the paranormal front, reported as UFOs across the country -- orange orbs high and low in the sky -- alone, and in groups. They're everywhere! they're everywhere!

Animals, and cryptids, continue to play a central role in many paranormal-type events. Look for some 'possible' news about werewolves that will be leaked to the brain-drain media.

On the personal front, this week is about reading between the lines on many fronts. Be super aware of what is happening around you, and why, especially when it comes to close relationships. There are some strange vibes in the air.

Also, continue to keep a wary eye on anything to do with your finances. There could be a good opportunity to improve your resources, and well-being. Grab it, and don't let go.

If you're not familiar with natural healing remedies, this would be a good time to do some research, talk to someone in the know, or buy a book. With the general decline in medical care, it is wise to know how to help yourself and others. As much as possible.

On the economic front, the electronic *raiding of bank accounts* by the global bankster gangsters has officially begun in Cypress. After all, the black-hole appetite of the beast elite must be fed, and our lives are the food.

Unless, the people stand their ground, this 'cashless highway robbery' will be coming to America. Soon.

Believe it, the Fat Cat elite wants you dirt poor -- as in being so poor you only have a dirt floor. Their corp-gov minions are putting the giant anaconda squeeze on the people, at this time -- and in the same ruthless manner the British historically did to the Irish people.

Currently, the British corp-gov wants a bedroom tax. That is, if you have a spare bedroom in your house, you will be TAXED.

Think about this: why do you think the census taker wants all your personal-business info? Not to dole out all that money the gov doesn't even have. No, the plan is to plunder *you*, and your family, every which way but loose.

There is no time like the present to create and/or participate in a local economy. Also, it's time to build your own community peacekeeping force. Given the skyrocketing corruption in law enforcement, this is merely a smart move.

On the truth front, LIES, and more damn lies, out the proverbial wazoo by the global bankster gangsters, and their technocrat hirelings. This is a dangerous time for humankind, extremely dangerous.

The pit vipers of mind control are striking worldwide. They are slithering and sliding in and out of every social media venue. All to co-op humanity, and create the Borg-mind community, the hive mind they will dominate.

On the war front, another massive mess as the Machiavellian strategies of the new world order crowd just ain't working out like they planned. However, this does 'not' mean a cessation of their 'burn, pillage and plunder' wars and secret ops all over the globe.

For now, the soulless ones have been battled to a standstill by THOSE behind the scenes, who are on the GOOD SIDE. This coming week look for the blame-game media to offer up a new approach on 'why' WWIII needs to happen.

Meanwhile, there are special-forces 'foreign' strike teams strategically placed all over America. Their mission: eliminate gun owners and enemies of the state such as preppers. This does not mean round them up. The FEMA camps are not for them.

On the tyranny-at-work front, it's 'divide-and-conquer' the people, as usual, and racism is the tool being used as a sledgehammer. THOSE at the top want ethno wars, that is, one race committing genocide against another race. After all, as of this week, 'white men' have been declared to be the new terrorists on the block by the L.A. Times.

Of worse consequence, unless divine intervention occurs, there will likely be a series of horrific, unbelievable FALSE FLAG events -- brought to you courtesy of the 'dark powers that be'. These *meant to scare the people to death* operations will be 'blamed' on white/veteran terrorists and/or whatever other 'group' is deemed to be an enemy of the state.

On the AWAKENING front, a counter-tsunami forms against the dark alliance of elites. While AWAKENING has spread across the world like a raging unstoppable wildfire, now the force of this awareness goes nova-bright. This will be most noticeable in humankind, by the brightness of an individual's gaze, and by their fiery, go get 'em spirit.

On the communication front, with the planet, Mercury, going direct, some communications problems will clear up as if they never existed. However, on the etheric level of thought, there are many blockages. This is due to the escalating use of smart meters, and other e-devices. The ability to think clearly will become rare in certain areas of the country.

On the home front, the foundations of society rapidly collapse. HEADLINE: Whistleblower: Veterans Affairs Covered Up Data on Mental Health, Gulf War Syndrome by Jamie Reno, March 13, 2013 ~thedailybeast.com~ & YOUTUBE: VA and DOD betray US Veterans March 14, 2013.

Out of these web-viral revelations rises the renegade military. Many will no longer tolerate this betrayal by the dark-side establishment.

On the food front, the Great Satan, Monsanto, makes itself immune to prosecution, and lords it over the regulating agency, the FDA. Because of this, more people will make the decision to move out on the land, however they can get there. It will be wise to work together with other good people whenever possible.

Also, it would be wise to heed this Video WARNING: Voices from the Gulf: “Do Not Eat Our Food”.

On the land changes front, HEADLINE ~ Video: "Huge Solar Eruption as Another One Strikes Earth."

Also, in 1992, as detected by scientists, the sun began giving off two new ultraviolet types of light. Father Sun's rays are now more in the ultraviolet spectrum. This gives the sun its current white-light appearance, as well as the extra heat.

From the prior forecast: "this month more sinkholes and fireballs and ocean superstorms. If you're living near a coastline, dare to prepare.

Note: this has been occurring. ***'sinkholes' will be front and center for the next month. Likely, the strange trumpeting and the unexplained explosive sounds will ramp up again.

The comets, they come. But, are they merely comets?

AGAIN: Same ole... same ole, to repeat: "all HELL is about to break loose over the next six months. Volcanoes, major and swarm earthquakes, superstorms, massive flooding, superspeed winds, volcanic eruptions beneath the oceans. Asteroids and comets, omy!

Also, gigantic sun flares or CMEs ~coronal mass ejections~ will be licking at the Earth's atmosphere like great serpentine tongues tasting prey before deciding whether to devour. Be prepared to stay indoors, if necessary."***

On the energy front, a leviathan onslaught of Tesla-type energy is being loosed against Mother Earth to ramp up the weather wars. But, also to mitigate some of the earthquake activity, and increase quakes in other regions.

Of importance: remember there are alternative energy devices becoming available on the under-market. The trick is being able to locate a real one, or learn how to build the device, if you're not mechanically inclined.

On the really bad news front, *Austerity* will now be rammed through as the only solution to the economic woes. However, this is only another cruel ruse to drive the people further into poverty. Thus, further under the control of the new world order crowd.

Realize, this is 'not' a new gambit by the Fat Cats... not at all. Think history, in the days of Robin Hood, when the peasants were downtrodden and brutalized by King John.

On the good news front, there will be an upswing in people doing their own thing. That is, with the loss of jobs, many will be looking to fulfill their dreams as best they are able.  Many will also be creating their own cottage businesses. This will bring about a superior lifestyle in the future, and a renewed sense of community.

On the global mafia cabal front, the current debate on gun ownership is becoming a smokescreen to keep the lovers of freedom distracted, while the final preparations are being made to betray the people en masse.

However, there is such dissension in the rank and file of the dark-side cabal that nothing they plan will go smoothly. Thus, the chinks in their armor will be exploited by the Good Forces.

On the heroine front, this is one brave and determined lady. Bonny Schumaker will be flying over the sinkhole disaster area in Louisiana. Recent HEADLINE~Urgent Sinkhole Update: Get Out Now! Erin Brockovich Warns Bayou Corne Residents. 

Bonny will also be flying over the Gulf of Mexico in her little trusty plane, to document what is really happening. She will be reporting about the current immense oil slick, and the horrific conditions that have essentially murdered the Gulf, its animals and the sea life. The authorities are doing all they can to keep the truth hidden from the people.

Bonny also rescues animals, both wildlife and domestic critters. Her website: ~onwingsofcare.org~

On the freedom front, the desire for freedom and justice burns within the hearts and minds of many, and only grows exponentially during the year, 2013. This week, the people as a whole, increase their activism.

Also, the demand for God-given rights as opposed to gov-allowed privileges comes to a head. And, the following battle won't be pretty. Not at all.

Trendwise, Societal changes now move at quantum speed. This is the week to pay attention to the forming world trends as never before.

Continue to batten down the hatches of your life, with the help of family and friends. When you shop, look for bargains that will benefit you, and your household, in the long run. With the economy coming apart at the seams, and prices soaring, this will be crucial.

Now, the evil banking empire is toppling fast, and the sins of the bankster gangsters are being exposed, spotlighted bigtime. Around this, all sorts of wild and wooly shenanigans will be happening as they scramble to hide their massive and heinous crimes against the people.

Also, as has been stated before, many of the elite and those in the know, are going to ground. They are bunkering down in their walled off communities and their underground cities, especially in the Ozarks area. Some believe there is a major, life-altering event on the near horizon.

This week, take time to enjoy the official beginning of Spring by appreciating Mother Nature. She loves the feel of humans walking upon her lands, and wants to show off her natural beauty. 

Angelic blessings from Volcano & Sedona
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Warning!!! The global elite [New World Order] does not want *you* to read this book. See ~ Powerful Dreams at my Kougar Kisses blog.

WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS

~~~ Where angels fear to tread, 2012 Earth ~~~

World weary and worn out, the incarnated angel, Sedona, who believes she is merely human, has three choices after her old van breaks down.

Let the Nazerazzi squad of the North American Union capture her and force her into a FEMA concentration camp.

Walk out into the Arizona night desert, let the wildlife have a good meal with the hope her death will be quick.

Or does she dare trust the mysterious stranger suddenly before her?

Handsome as sin and all in black, he emerges out of the darkness.

Sedona wonders if the stranger on a superspeed motorcycle is her savior from the brutal endtimes.

Or, is he a roving cult member of the New World Order, hunting his next blood sacrifice?

***

It’s only a few days before Winter Solstice, December 21, 2012 ~ The end of the Mayan Calendar.

Sent from heaven to help Sedona save humanity, Zerr Dann knows the Divine is playing its last card on Earth.

He also knows Sedona is about to find out Christmas miracles still exist.

[Angelic Fantasy Erotic Romance]
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Prelude to Pleasure: Ride Shotgun - Cutie and the Cowboy Trucker

Hi, all,

I'm Mickie Sherwood.

I'm a cruise-loving, people-watching, picture-snapping baby boomer with time on her hands. So, I write sweet and spicy relationship-based mainstream contemporary romantic love stories.

 

Climb on up in the cab and ride shotgun with cowboy trucker, Mike Masterson, as he catches his first glimpse of "cutie" Veronica Torres.

Blurb:

Widow Veronica Torres needs something desperately—invisibility. Escaping the clutches of her conniving brother-in-law and traveling incognito in the RV she traded for online sets her on a collision course with her new destiny, and a barreling fiery-red 18-wheeler. 

Trucker Mike Masterson steams at the close call. First, he nearly sideswipes her. Now, she ends up at the same rest stop with mechanical trouble. Maybe, she deserves to sweat it out in the June heat since she has the attention span the size of a pea. But, the child in her company deserves better. What else can Mike do besides cart them to his garage for repairs? 

Will their burgeoning relationship ignite more fireworks than the upcoming Fourth of July celebration? Or will the sparks of six nights and seven days of summertime sizzle—fizzle to an end?

 

 

 

Mike Masterson's Prelude to Pleasure

 

"My name is Mike Masterson." His baritone voice increased in volume to be heard over the thumping sound system. "But, you can call me Snake. That's my CB handle. I drive this 18-wheeler for a living." He thought for a second. "That's not quite true. I used to drive cross-country long haul for a living. That was before I had to stop to raise my kids."

Mike shook his head.

"Hmph..." he grunted, while shoving the shift into the next gear."...that's a story for another time."

He went silent, briefly glanced at the pinkish scars on his brown hands, repositioned in his seat, then, started his conversation, again. "I don't usually allow anyone to ride shotgun. Doing this gets my company a little publicity. So, here you are."

"I own a business with a small fleet of trucks that crisscross the U.S. Had a scheduling glitch this week that forced me to make this short hop." He diligently monitored the road as he talked. "Man, I miss this. Been doing it since after college. Couldn't stand being cooped up in an office."

He accelerated to the speed limit and stuck to it.

"This can be a dangerous business. Got to be on your P's and Q's at all times. There's always some irresponsible jerk on the road out to jam you up." Speed skater's glasses cut the glare as Mike checked his left and right outside mirrors. "Like the A-hole in that sports car eating up the road behind me."

He looked to his left, again.

"He can't pass," he grumbled. "But, what do you want to bet that he'll squeeze between that car in the left lane and my front bumper?"

The words hadn't cleared his mouth as the driver of the sports car did exactly what he predicted. Mike eased off the accelerator to make room in order to avoid a catastrophe."I've seen it too many times. And—usually—truckers get the blame."

He resumed his journey in silence. However, another incident instigated another observation.

"Look at that RV up ahead. That's the second time he's crossed the centerline. Probably texting."

It wasn't long before Mike gained on the motorhome. "Hell! He's like the tide, rolling back in my lane, again." He attempted to get by. "Can't brake or downshift. Might jackknife my flatbed."

Only one thing for him to do. Mike yanked on the chain over his head with his left hand. The quad-tone horn blasted a gaping hole in the atmosphere with an unmistakable warning.

"That did it. Look at that rascal haul-ass back to his lane." He was satisfied with the other driver's reaction. "Stay where you are, fellow."

Passing was sweet as pie. Mike spared a look as his fiery-red truck whizzed by.

"Damn! She looks scared to death."

He put the pedal to the medal, keeping tabs on the RV until it was a speck in the distance. The upcoming rest stop sign was a welcome sight because he had been on the road since before dawn. Taking the exit, he snaked his way up to the lot. Soon, he parked his rig, leaving the AC humming while he stepped into the sleep quarters to change from his sneakers to his reptile-skin cowboy boots, and snatched up his crushable Stetson.

It wasn't long before Mike relaxed with his newspaper spread out on a picnic table. He barely noticed when an RV crawled across the lot to park on the far side. The pages slowly flipped as he thumbed each one. He was too engrossed in his paper until a blur streaked by in the corner of his eye. Mike looked up just as a big red ball rolled across the green grass heading straight for a departing 18-wheeler.

A youngster, in blind pursuit, hightailed it after the ball.

Mike wasted no time, forgetting all about his fatigue. He leaped to his feet and was swiftly on the run for a man six feet four inches tall, his arms flagging overhead. He barely got there in time to avert the disaster by stopping the truck's progress. Fuming, he mentally scolded the negligent parents. The tot now held on to his ball. He let Mike hold his other hand to usher him and his dog along to safety.

Scanning the area gave him an idea where the child belonged.

"I've seen a lot of strange things in my travels. Never have I seen anything like that."

He paused to watch the woman's derriere as she crawled along the roof of the RV. She suddenly looked his way and their eyes locked. "Now, you look familiar," he said, thoughtfully. "And you're a cutie, too."

Her eyes zoomed to the child.

"Samuel!" Mike heard her scream.

She tackled the ladder with such fury the fasteners at the top popped loose from the RV. Quickly, Mike covered her son's eyes to shield him from the unsettling spectacle as the ladder bent perpendicular to the RV and she hurdled downward. Her unconcealed panic weighed heavily on Mike as she squeezed her eyes shut.

Yet, to his amazement, her collision with the hard earth never happened for the ladder held at that point. He made it over to her just about the same time she opened her eyes to discover her close proximity to the ground and thudded the rest of the way. By this time, he towered over her where she lay, gasping for breath, on the ground.

"Need help?" Mike couldn't help the chuckle at her acrobatics. His anger of minutes ago all but disappeared.

Her answer to him was a strident command. "Take your hands off my son!"

     "I'll take that as a "no", he intoned and stomped off, leaving the little boy in the care of his seemingly ungrateful mother as she struggled to her feet.

 

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Lindsay Townsend. 'Flavia's Secret,'. New Excerpt

Here's a new excerpt of my historical romance, 'Flavia's Secret,' set in Roman Britain. In this excerpt, Flavia, a Celtic slave, is going shopping in Aquae Sulis (Roman Bath) with her new master Marcus.

Excerpt:

On their way through Aquae Sulis, Flavia kept watching for another glimpse of Agrippina’s mysterious spice seller, but did not see the caped young woman again. Soon the wonders of the city itself were clamoring for her attention—she had rarely wandered in these fashionable parts, close to the great bath itself. Certainly not in the company of a man with whom she almost had to run to keep up: Marcus’ smooth, flowing stride covered a great deal of ground. Flavia trailed in his wake as he wove effortlessly through the close-packed buildings and the bobbing mass of tourists, grizzled soldiers and trinket sellers. She was breathless and over-awed when they came to the tailor’s shop, conscious of her shabby clothing and flyaway hair.

One of a block of three, the tailor’s was a smart establishment, built within sight of a three storey hotel and the great new barrel vaulted roof of the main baths. Set between a Gaulish wine shop on one side and a potter’s selling fine tableware on the other, it was roofed with tiles rather than the more common thatch, and was in two storeys with smooth plastered walls and large wooden shutters, now fully open.

Crossing in Marcus’ shadow to its open door and supercilious-looking owner, Flavia felt even more out of place. Around her, she could smell a heady swirl of perfumes as people came and went from the baths and hear the sound of sawing and the masons shouting to each other within the precincts of the shrine itself. There was always building going on in Aquae Sulis, ancient place of healing and now a Roman spa.

Telling herself that she would one day walk these cobbled streets as a free Celt, Flavia tilted up her chin, determined to show no nerves.

‘Flavia.’ Marcus had kept glancing round to check that she was with him and now he turned back to her, blocking the view of the bowing tailor. ‘Before we are overwhelmed by offers, we should have a plan of campaign.’

He grinned, making the ragged scar close to his lower lip disappear, making light, too, of his own words and laughing at himself.

An attractive trait, Flavia thought.

‘Do you?’ he asked softly.

She had done it again, missed a question. Perhaps it was his largeness, his maleness. She stared at the hand now clasping hers, her own palm dwarfed in his. ‘I don't know,’ she murmured, for something to say. A gust of wind cut through her patched dress, dragging several strands of Marcus’ glossy dark-brown hair across his forehead. Was it as tough and unyielding as it looked?

‘You are shivering, we must go in. But if no favorites, then a color you particularly dislike—surely you have that?’

‘Yes, imperial purple,’ Flavia said promptly, returning his look with a steadiness she did not quite feel.

He laughed aloud. ‘A pert reply! Very well, little Celt, your scruples will be respected. Come.’ He drew her into the shop with him.

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