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Dangerous Deeds
Beth Prentice is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the Westport Mysteries, The Unleashed Mysteries and the Aloha Lagoon Samantha Reynolds Mysteries. Killer Unleashed, her GHP debut novel, received a bronze medal in the 2016 Readers Favorite International Book Awards. Her main wish is to write books you can sit back, relax with, and escape from your everyday life…and ones that you walk away from with a smile! When she’s not writing you will usually find her at the beach with a coffee in hand, pursuing her favorite pastime—people watching!
Q. What sentences in writing have changed your life?
I’m not sure any writing has changed my life, but one line I wrote definitely affirmed it. It’s from Dangerous Deeds and is something I believe deeply. Discrimination is wrong.
Q. Which book left you empty inside once you finished writing it?
None. I always leave my books on a happy note. I want the reader to close the book and walk away with a smile.
Q. What is the best opening sentence you have written?
“You have dialed emergency triple zero. Your call is being connected.” Invitation to Murder. This line immediately pulls the reader into the action – someone has just phoned emergency – Oh, my goodness! What’s happened? Every reader who reads that first line needs to know the answers and more.
Q. Have you ever read the ending of a book after only reading the first few chapters? If no, why, if yes…why?
Lol, I always read the last page first!! It relieves the anxiety of not knowing what’s going to happen and then I can relax and enjoy the story J
Q. What don’t you want to see in a well-written villain that happens frequently?
I hate it when the villain is just plain bad and doesn’t have any other qualities. Even bad guys believe what they are doing is for good reasons. They’re multi-dimensional and need to be portrayed that way J
Q. Who is the best villain you have written to date?
I think Joe Woods from Dangerous Deeds. He reappears in Deathly Desire, the third instalment in that series. He thinks he’s a great guy and full of love, but he’s seriously evil.
Q. Best closing scene, you have written?
I think it’s the last chapter in Deathly Desire, the third instalment in The Westport Mysteries. We learn what happens to Lizzie and her stalker. I don’t want to give too much away, but I’d made the decision for something bad to happen to a major character in that series. This scene wraps everything up and still gives me the feels when I read it.
Who knew buying a house could be so dangerous…
Lizzie Fuller bought a lonely, run down old house that pulled on her heartstrings. Why? Probably because it reminded her of herself.
What she didn’t bargain for was the engagement ring and letters of forbidden love hidden under the attic floorboards. Nor the lazy cat, or the drop-dead gorgeous handyman. And she definitely didn’t want the stalker.
As the renovation begins and the house starts to slowly return to its former glory, the letters dog her dreams. Why was the writer forced to turn away from his love? Why was their love forbidden? And why was this all hidden under the floorboards?
Filled with a drive to reunite the ring with its rightful owner Lizzie sets on a journey of lost love, heartache, and public damnation.
But can she restore the house to its former glory, and find who it all once belonged to before her stalker catches up with her? Or will she lose everything…including her life?
Dangerous Deeds is the first book in this light-hearted romantic mystery series. If you like crazy families, fun engaging reads, and a sweet romance, all tied together with a ribbon of danger then you’ll love this first book in The Westport Mystery Series
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Racing Dreams and Family Saga’s
Merindah Park
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Renee Dahlia
A brand new rural romance series about an emerging racehorse stud and the family desperately trying to make their racing dreams come true.
John Henry Bassett
‘Money lost, nothing lost. Courage lost, everything lost.’
My dad’s favourite quote. Maybe not one I should be listening to, given my gambling-addict dad sank our once-famous horse stud into a deep, deep hole. Five years I’ve been digging it out. Slowly. Carefully. And now … I am risking it all. Risking Merindah Park on a stallion. Tsuyoi Red, runner up in the Japan Derby last year.
Now is not the time to get distracted by a gorgeous, pragmatic veterinarian.
Toshiko Sato
I’m at a crossroads in my life. Though my father encouraged me to follow my dreams and become an expert veterinarian, he left our family’s horse farm, Tomikusa, to my younger brother. My family expects me to honour my father’s wishes and marry a neighbour-a perfectly nice man who I don’t feel any spark with at all. But my own ability to bet-successfully-on horse races has given me options.
This decision would be easier if I didn’t feel the wicked chemistry hovering between me and the handsome, broad-shouldered Australian that my brother has decreed I will travel with to Australia to look after an injured horse. I’m usually so good at calculating the odds. But how do I choose between losing my place in my family, and losing myself?
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Renée Dahlia is an unabashed romance reader who loves feisty women and strong, clever men. Her books reflect this, with a side-note of dark humour. Renée has a science degree in physics. When not distracted by the characters fighting for attention in her brain, she works in the horse racing industry doing data analysis and writing magazine articles. When she isn’t reading or writing, Renée wrangles a partner, four children, and volunteers on the local cricket club committee as well as for Romance Writers Australia.
Q. What sentences in writing have changed your life?
That’s an incredibly esoteric question! There is a sentence in a Lisa Kleypas book (A Wallflower’s Christmas) that I credit with giving me the idea to attempt to write a romance novel. I’d written non-fiction for over a decade, when I read this. “I complained one day that I’d read all the books in the house, and there was nothing new at the bookshop, and Matthew challenged me to try writing one of my own.”
Q. What is the best opening sentence you have written?
I have a soft spot for the opening sentence in The Heart of a Bluestocking (http://books2read.com/u/3yD16v).
It perfectly sums up the heroine, Claire.
‘No,’ Claire said emphatically. ‘I don’t owe you my time.’ She lifted her chin a fraction and glared at her father. He stared back with those astute eyes.
Q. Best closing scene, you have written?
I enjoyed writing the epilogue to the Merindah Park series – it gives the reader one last taste of all the characters, as well as a nod to the success of one of the horses whose stories are threaded through the series.
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Loss, Love, Redemption and a Miracle on Four Hooves.
I’ve been to Scotland before, as has Mel. That doesn’t stop us from being struck afresh by the beauty of the lochs and mountains.
The drive from Inverness up to Lairg is every bit as challenging as Sadie found it when she first arrived, except that it’s summer and there is no sheep auction due for some time.
I’ve accompanied Mel, (my partner in writing all things steampunkerish and my fellow BookBaybZ) to interview Sadie Munro, heroine and horse whisperer extraordinaire, the main character of my new bestselling release Epona.
We pull up to a large stone mansion. Scaffolding hugs its west wing. The beautifully manicured garden sports summer blooms and emerald green grass. The front door opens and out steps a woman I know almost as well as I know myself.
“You made it!” She smiles bringing together her hands beneath her chin as her fiery curls hug her cherry cheeked face. They emphasise eyes as green as the manicured lawn.
“Please to meet you.” Mel walks up and holds out her hand.
“Any friend on Mich’s…” She wraps a warm hug around Mel.
“Good to see you again.” I squeeze her shoulder before stepping inside the wide open entrance of Saorsa.
“How are Nan and Oupa?” I ask as she waves us toward her study.
“Oh very well. They are in town, meeting with the council, then they are going to play bridge with friends.” Sadie smiles and the enitre room lights up. “Come sit down, Giles will be in shortly with some tea and some of Mrs Perkins home-made short bread.”
“That’s nice.” Mel smiles when a greying gentleman in a suit walks in, tray in hand, and places it down on the table before us.
“Well don’t mind me,” I sit back with a steaming cup of Oolong, “Mel knows what she wants to ask.
Mel fires up her trusty iPad and nibbles on her lip, apparently unsure where to start.
“It’s been quite a journey for you, Sadie, and I’m not just referring to the hills. How have you been getting on?”
“It’s been interesting. Good, not easy but we’re happy… I’m happy, thanks.”
“You met your neighbour, Blane, under less than ideal circumstances. Do you think that’s why things were a bit tense between you?”
Sadie sits back in her chair hugging her cup of tea as she considers Mel’s question. The green of her eyes sharpen as a soft blush caresses the freckles on her face.
“Yes and no. It’s hard to see past the trauma when you sitting plum in the middle of it. I think the fact that his presence reminded me there was still good in the dark world I was lost in. It scared me, still does some days.”
I nod and bite into my biscuit. “Gosh these are good.”
“Leave one for me.” Mel looks at me over the rim of her glasses. I answer with a cheeky grin.
“Have you always had a connection to horses?”
“Since I can remember. Theirs were the first voices I heard as a child. They’re mighty and majestic, I often shudder to think I nearly pushed them away from my life.”
“Starting over in a new place seems like such a great thing to do. But that’s not your experience, is it?”
“I guess it helped that I arrived with no expectations. I was a hollow shell when I knocked on Munro Manor’s front door. It’s strange, like the soul of a horse who knows her kind, I knew I’d come home. I mean Africa was home, but she expelled me, and Scotland opened up her arms as though she knew I’d return to her someday.”
“Was there a moment when you turned a corner and saw a future, after all the grief of the past?”
Sadie swallows hard, leans forward and places her cup on the tray then places her elbows on her knees and looks Mel dead in the eye.
“The night Epona found me. But as humans, I guess we’re always turning corners aren’t we?”
“Thanks for your time and the great shortbread.” Mel smiles as she sits back and tucks in to her tea and biscuit.
“It’s such a pleasure. Please come back anytime.” Sadie replies.
EPONA
Can Sadie overcome the trauma of her past and find redemption in the wild Scottish Highlands?
After a horrendous attack on her family farm in South Africa takes the lives of her loved ones and leaves her wounded, her only escape is to leave the country of her birth for the highlands of Scotland and her last living relatives. But Sadie’s life may still be in danger.
Blane Buchan is an Englishmen living in the small highland town of Lairg, seeking a life away from the emptiness of London society and a past he’d rather forget.
When Sadie finds a mysterious blue roan mare, she must use the gift given to her from Epona; Protector of horses. But the mare just might be the one who saves her.
From the mountains of South Africa to the wintry Highland Moors this is a story of redemption, love and the powerful connection between humans and horses.
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Cherry Blossoms, Umbrellas, and Heroes in Tutus.
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Literary Crush Publishing brings you a new spring anthology with four brand new sweet romance stories each written around the theme: April Showers.
About Your Story Jayne Kingsley
Cherry On Top
Adeline Miller has just accepted her dream job coordinating the final event of the National Cherry Blossom Festival, but being back opens up old wounds she’d rather keep buried.
Mason Smith knows he’d be nothing without Clarise and Jeffery Miller. They fostered him when he was a teenager and gave him a chance. But he knows, better than anyone, that he is to blame for the rift between them and their only daughter, Adeline.
A young love that wasn’t to be, can Mason now prove he’s worth the risk? Is Adeline ready, finally, to admit why she ran away, and by doing so achieve everything she wants in life and love?
Jayne Kinglsey
Jayne Kingsley writes contemporary romance filled with fashionable and fun heroines and hunky heroes. She holds a Bachelor of Design – Fashion and Textiles and spent 12 years working in the Fashion industry before hanging up her stilettos (temporarily) for life as a mum.
Q. Have you ever read the ending of a book after only reading the first few chapters? If no, why, if yes…why?
Yes, either to find out who the real hero is or to check there is a happy ending, I don’t like books that don’t have an obvious happy ending. Having just read Stella’s answer I might hide now though 🙂
Excerpt from Cherry on Top
“Adeline?” A soft voice sounded behind her.
Oh no.
He wasn’t supposed to be here. She’d checked the guest list. Twice. His name wasn‘t there, which was the only reason she’d ticked yes to coming tonight.
Taking a deep breath, she turned on the spot; the air whooshing out as her eyes met whiskey brown depths. She stared, unable to pull her focus away before a slight bump from behind and distant apology flicked the switch back on her brain. Taking another sip of her glass she realized she’d finished it. Well done Addie, not quite the sophisticated image she’d been hoping to project. Mason signaled a waiter, taking her empty glass and replacing it with a full one, his fingers brushing hers with a whisper touch, yet she still felt the sizzle all the way to her heart…
About Your Story Stella Quinn
The Umbrella Diaries
Duncan needs a hero — he just isn’t expecting her to turn up on his front porch under a tattered red umbrella.
Marianne needs a new venue for her dance school to escape the unwanted attentions of a creepy groundsman, so the For Let advertisement in the newspaper seems like a lucky omen. Enquiries to 241 Hope Street, Cathedral Springs, between four and five pm, today only.
She plucks an umbrella from the stand in the hallway and sets off for make her enquiry. Her dance school business means everything to her; since the injury which destroyed her career, it’s the only dream for her future she has left. And today, she’s feeling lucky.
Duncan doesn’t leave his house. Not today, not yesterday, not since he left the hospital all those months ago with steel pins holding his leg together and the words of a dying teenager imprinted forever on his brain.
Turns out, he doesn’t mind living grumpy and alone in his big old house. At least, that’s what he’s been telling himself.
But then one day a young ballet teacher knocks on his door and pirouettes her way straight into his heart. Duncan’s going to have to find the courage to forgive himself if he wants a chance at living in the world again. And now he’s got a reason to try.
Stella Quinn
Believes romance, adventure and escape are the reasons we love to read. They’re also the reasons she loves to write. She’s just finished a trio of holiday romance novels: Tropic Storm, Stowaway, which came second in the RWA Emerald Award for best unpublished manuscript in 2018, and Island Fling, which won the coveted Valerie Parv Award in 2018. She is thrilled her novella, The Umbrella Diaries, is being published in Literary Crush Publishing’s 2019 April Showers anthology, and she has a short story, Beneath The Waves, published in an RWA Australia anthology.
Q. What sentences in writing have changed your life?
Some poetry lines have stuck with me over the years. “Twas brillig, and the slithy toves did gire and gymble in the wabe”, from Jabberwocky – I love this because it’s nonsense, but the heft and hew of it still manages to convey voice and imagery. Another is from a poem by Alfred Noyes: “The highwayman came riding, riding, riding; the highwayman came riding, upon a moonlit shore”, which I love for the sheer romance of it. Horse manes ruffling in a sea breeze, the thunder of their hooves … wonderful. There are heaps more, but those lines have been circling in my brain for decades.
Excerpt from Umbrella Diaries
Tuesday it was raining. Not that he was watching for her, because why would he be? He just happened to be at the window, that’s all. Purple leggings. Black boots with a heel that seemed a tad reckless given the icy conditions of the sidewalk. A coat of – what was that color? Grass green? Pea green? Frog green?
And today’s umbrella was tartan, like the tins of shortbread he remembered from the pantry when he was a boy. She’ll put the umbrella down to come through the gate, he thought. Then he’d see her face. But she put down the knapsack she brought with her each day to work instead. Dropped a hand over the latch and was through and out of sight before he could finish the thought. Not to worry. It couldn’t rain all week, and then she’d have no need of an umbrella. He could wait until the next day. He was good at waiting.
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The Wild Wild West and a chat with a Hot Cowboy!
It’s a dusty afternoon; Mel and I are exhausted from the flight.
“I never drink beer, but I tell ya, one would sure as hell go down a treat about now.” I whinge as we plod into the local waterhole in Marietta.
“I hope they have decent tea.” Mel tries for a smile.
We amble up to the counter and a tall woman greets us. She is brisk and confidence. This is clearly her place. Her eyes are the colour of toasted barley. Chestnut hair with streaks of grey running through it is tied up out of the way.
“G’day y’all. Can see you ain’t from around here. What can I get ya?” Her smiles highlights the twinkle in her sharp gaze as Mel leans on the counter.
“An Earl Grey and a beer, please.”
The woman rubs her chin, “Can do for both, though I’ve never had such a strange order before.” She chuckles as she types our request in to the electronic till and I pay.
“So, what are two gals like you looking for in Marietta?”
“Nate Hansen,” is all I say as I turn around and squint at my fellow patrons, all drinking, eating and socialising.
“Hey Nate! There’re two ladies here looking for ya! Thought you’d gone and changed your ways.” The bar tender shouts out across the establishment to a man sitting in the farthest corner sipping from a mug. Both Mel and I jump.
Nate looks up from his table, “Hey, darlin’, now don’t be like that.” He shakes his head. Clearly it is an old joke between them.
The lady chuckles then looks at us, “I’ll brings yer drink over to ya.” She nods in Nate’s direction.
Nate rises from his seat and holds out a hand in greeting. “Take no note of her. She loves to remind me of the past.”
Mel takes it in hers, “No worries. Please to meet you.”
And then I do the same, “All good. How are you?”
“Nice to meet you both. I was intrigued when Ann called to let me know she’d arranged the interview.”
Nate is a man who has the whole ‘tall dark and handsome’ thing doing him all kinds of favours. His grip is frim and the callouses on his hands speak of hard work. But the scars on his face tell of some risky business too.
“Nice town.” I say as I sit down. Mel pulls out her iPad and its small keypad.
“Yeah. Been here my whole life.”
“You were born here?” I ask as I shift in the hard chair.
“Nope. Ma brought me and my two brothers here to live with my grandfather when we were younger. Never left.” He reaches for his mug of half-drunk coffee just as the bar lady arrives with our drinks.
“Do your brothers still live in Marietta?” I ask, then sip the ice-cold beer. Its bitter bubbles rush down my throat and wash away the dust and exhaustion of travel.
“Jethro took over the ranch when the old man got too weak to run it. He’s a good man. Set his life straight to help our grandfather out, better than I ever was.” A look of regret and shame crosses Nate’s dark eyes.
“I hope you don’t mind me saying,” Mel looks up from her screen and reaches for her cup of tea, “But you seem to harbour a lot of guilt?”
Nate sighs as he leans forward on the table. He pins us both down with a gaze that could melt underwear in two seconds flat!
“I’ve got a lot to make right. Spent my whole life blaming everyone and everything for losing our mother. I need to grow up, stop hurtin others. Hardest part is changing my reputation.”
“The one she eluded to earlier,” I point a thumb back over my shoulder in the bar lady’s direction.
Nate nods.
“Yeah. Had a bad habit of pickin fights, drinkin too damn much and waking up in a different bed each mornin. It ain’t a life I want to live. But now I have a reason to change.”
“And what’s that reason?” I ask, then take another large gulp of the bitter beer.
“Our Grandpa died before I could show him I was the man he wanted me to be.” I glance at Mel as we both note the deep regret and hurt which hugs the edges of Nate’s tone.
“I can see family means a lot to you, Nate.” Mel across her keyboard.
“Family. It’s everything!” His gaze shifts from that of a lost little boy to a man.
“So, do you work on the ranch with your brother?”
Nate leans back in his chair, pulling his hands through his dark hair as a grin spreads across his face. The smile speaks volumes and the twinkle which brightens his gaze tells of love, hope and good things.
“Nah, I work for Joy. She’s my… Read the book will ya.”
“I can’t help but notice the look of happiness in your eyes when you mention her.” Mel cocks her head.
Nate proffers a grin that has every buckle bunny in towns, knees turning to jelly.
“Well, Thanks for the chat Nate.” I reach out and shake his hand as Mel packs up her stuff.
“Pleasure.” Ever the gentleman, he stands to see us out.
About the Book
Nate Hansen desperately needs a reboot to his playboy image that doesn’t involve women, drinking and fighting. Rehabilitation and building a solid future proves elusive as he can’t land a permanent job until someone mentions local widow Joy Mitchell who’s advertising a full-time ranch job. Perfect.
Joy Mitchell is desperate for a ranch hand to help keep her dead husband’s legacy alive out of the greedy grasp of her manipulative father-in-law. Nate’s reputation precedes him, none of it good, but the ranch is running on empty, and Joy make the hard choice. Problem is the job she’s offering isn’t exactly what Nate had planned.
Nate knows what its like to lose everything, but seriously, become a mail-order groom? But Joy won’t or can’t compromise.
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Making wingspan in a wind-tossed world
My new romance, Grounded, is set in an alternative reality where human beings have wings – by my protagonists can’t fly.
My initial world-building entailed working out how buildings, furniture, clothes, transport and physiognomy worked, and then how that affected Clementine and Benedick, my couple looking for their Happy Ever After.
It soon became clear, though, that another aspect of a reality where most people can fly is how that would affect language. Every community and culture has its slang terms, its metaphors, its insults and in-jokes.
Creating a wing-related vernacular became one of my favourite aspects of writing Grounded, and in fact gave me my favourite metaphor for its theme.
Clementine Torres is an artist who was born without wings, which makes her quite tiny in a world where most others take up room with the span of the wings as well as the height of their bodies. It’s easy for Clementine to be overlooked and people often bump into her.
Clementine is determined to be seen, however. She uses her art and her words to make ‘wingspan’.
Born wingless, she’d never known what it was to fly, but on days like this Clementine knew exactly what it would feel like. It was a rush in the blood, the flavour of air and sound, the uplift of beauty beyond the ordinary, the luminescent spark of life in commonplace things. And okay, maybe that’s not what flying really was, but Clementine didn’t care. This was her wingspan, the way she spread her metaphorical wings and soared through the world, capturing a part of it rarely seen by the winged.
The concept of ‘wingspan’ is only the beginning of course. So many aspects of life can be rendered with an apt bird-related metaphor. In this alternative world, the inhabitants of Australis don’t have eBay, they use Magpie; they have a search engine called Echolocater instead of Google. And if you break the law, you end up in the Cage rather than the Clink.
People who fly would make reference to the elements, I thought. When people are feeling chirpy (aha!) they say they are ‘sunshiney with loads of lift’. If things are going poorly, they’re ‘a sun-blighted mess’.
‘Sun blister it,’ they’ll snarl if they want to swear, or they’ll refer to ‘sunblistering featherheads’.
Humans will forever find insults for other humans, and the Grounded world has its share of ‘entitled featherweights’, ‘feather-pluckers’ and ‘storm-blighted buzzards’, as well as ‘squawkers’ with a lot of flap but no lift.
There are the really nasty insults too. Crawler and grub are both pejorative terms for people who can’t fly, but in turn, fliers can be called ‘flappers’ – a term for a ‘vapid winged idiot’.’ More flap than glide’ says one character, offended by the use of ‘crawler’.
Benedick uses the insult against himself in a fit of self-recrimination:
‘Wind-blighted, feather-plucked, useless flapper,’ he cursed himself then stopped, shuddering, drawing heaving breaths.
He was not having a good day. Luckily, his brother Peri is good at teasing him back to good humour. Peri says Benedick is ‘so chill, like a crow in a blizzard’. He also calls him a stern old puffin.
Clementine is the type to not give a cold, salty crosswind what anybody thinks, while Benedick sometimes feels a-tumble, like a wind-tossed sparrow.
In the end, though, these two lovebirds will find ways to give each other lift and wingspan, and metaphorically fly into a golden sunset.
Narrelle M Harris
I’ve written over 30 novels and short stories, published in Australia, US and the UK. My award nominations include Fly By Night (Ned Kelly Award), Witch Honour and Witch Faith (the George Turner Prize), and Walking Shadows (Chronos Awards; Davitt Awards). My ghost/crime story Jane won the Athenaeum Library’s “Body in the Library” prize at the 2017 Scarlet Stiletto Awards.
My spec-fic het romance, Grounded, is out on 20 March 2019 with Escape Publishing, but I also write vampire novels, erotic spy adventures, het and queer romance, traditional Holmesian mysteries, and Holmes/Watson romances. On Patreon, I write the Duo Ex Machina series of M/M romance crime novellas. Number One Fan is currently being serialised there and will be on general release in around May.
Grounded Blurb
In a world where flight is life, will two grounded people find other ways to fly?
When Benedick Sasaki’s wings are wounded in the line of duty, the former policeman doesn’t know if he has a place in a world where he can no longer fly.
