Danger stalks her family… The Cost of Deception by @mmarvellab #romanticsuspense #books

Book 3 in this series might just be the best one!

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Title  The Cost of Deception

Author   Mary Marvella

Genre Romantic Suspense

Publisher   Gilded Dragonfly Books

Book Blurb

The Cost of Deception is a romantic suspense. Tess, widowed mother and teacher, has been so wrapped in in her role as a mother that she has forgotten how it feels to be a desirable woman. Seeing Drew at the class reunion awakens her sexuality.

Drew is an undercover cop in Atlanta, GA. During his years in the military he had no concerns about marriage and starting a family. His life put him in danger, and he liked things that way. Seeing Tess at the class reunion made him rethink what he really wanted.
How can he make his career work with the things Tess and her kids make him want, when everything he tells her and her kids is a lie?

Yes, there will be hot sex and danger will stalk her…

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Love Kissed Blitz: The Cowboys of Clark’s Folly

The Cowboys of Clark’s Folly

by
Linda Nightingale, MM Mayfield, 
MJ Flournoy, and Carol Shaughnessy


Blurb:
Four Western Romances from four different authors featuring handsome cowboys to tempt any cowgirl. The cowboys are tough but so are the women who tame them.  Love—and lust—under the big blue skies of the Lone Star State. Welcome to Clark’s Folly, Texas, Ma’am.

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Excerpts and Author Bio’s
Return to Folly
by Linda Nightingale
Today Ash paid no attention to the natural stone construction or the black wrought iron and brass hardware on the stalls. He hurried to the open door framing a cameo of a pretty girl on her knees in the straw beside a sweating black horse. Trish’s wretched expression and the trembling hands stroking Jet’s neck broke his heart. If the stallion died a part of her would die, too.
“Do anything you can, Doc. I don’t care how much it costs.” Ash spoke from the doorway. “If he needs to be flown to A&M you have my okay.”
Trish looked up at him. A tear escaped her lashes, washing a path down her soiled cheek. “You won’t regret it, Ash.”
“Is he going to die?” Dorothy peered around Ash. “Trish, you’re everywhere I look.”
Irritation sizzled over him. Ash turned and took Dorothy’s shoulders. “Wait in the ranch office. Too many spectators won’t help Jet.”
She allowed him to lead her down an empty corridor. The other horses had been turned out to graze. Trish and Charlie never missed a step. He waved her ahead of him into the AC-cool office. Suddenly Dorothy in her clean, pressed jeans and crisp white shirt reminded him of his wicked stepmother, Deanne. They were both beautiful dolls, only useful as toys.
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[Minutes later, Dorothy] sashayed out of the barn, bound for comfort. He spun, hurrying back to the stall where Jet fought for his life. When he arrived, he said nothing. Trish didn’t look up. She held the horse’s head for the vet to pump oil into his stomach through the tube inserted in a nostril.
Joe, the vet, shook his head. “If this doesn’t work, next step— A&M.”
Ash nodded. A desperate horsewoman tilted her head to hide her tears.
Linda’s Bio:
Linda has lived in England, Canada, Miami, Ft. Lauderdale, Atlanta and Houston. For years she bred, trained and showed the majestic Andalusian, so she’s seen a lot of this country from the windshield of a truck towing a horse trailer. Among other awards, she won the Georgia Romance Writers Magnolia Award and the SARA Merritt. A mother, retired legal assistant and member of the Houston Miata Club, she loves to dress up and host formal dinner parties (PS & you know who you are—this is not ‘putting on airs’).
Linda’s Social Media:
Blog:  https://lindanightingale.wordpress.com/


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Esther’s Cowboy
by MM Mayfield
Memories of the night after Cassy’s wedding so long ago ran through Esther’s dreams, as vivid as though no time had passed. Before the wedding Cassandra’s brother had been the sexiest damned man she’d met. With his blond hair and blue eyes, he’d been the perfect poster man for clean-cut Texans or a romance novel cover. At the rehearsal she’d wanted to run her hands through his short curls and over his broad chest. Even in a suit he’d looked untamed and so screwable. All muscles and built like a Greek god, he’d made all the women adjust their bras to show cleavage and check their lipstick.
No damned fair! What the hell excuse could she give for driving past 100 miles an hour? She eased her foot from the accelerator and the lights behind her seemed to give her more space. Seeing a “city limits” sign behind her eased her mind, so she slowed to a normal speed. Cop Mustang still dogged her bumper. When she spotted a gas station she pulled into the parking lot. Making sure she had covered her gun again, she adjusted her shirt to expose more cleavage. She wasn’t proud of the move, but she needed all the help she could get today.
By the time he stood beside her door she shook her head. She had seen this man naked, so she knew about the energy barely contained by his uniform. For a crazy second she considered offering him sex if he didn’t write a ticket, even a blowjob. It wouldn’t be the first one she’d given him. She shook her head to clear that naughty thought and lowered her window.


MM’s Bio:
M. M. Mayfield sneaks out when Mary Marvella isn’t looking.  Being the evil twin of a teacher isn’t easy, but it can be fun! Mary Marvella writes romantic suspense and woman’s fiction with steamy sex. M.M. Mayfield writes light erotica. Mary is 100% Georgia peach. She loves the stories and characters who live in her head
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A Cowboy’s Cinderella
by MJ Flournoy
With their break over, the band returned to the small stage and the recorded music ended. The chaos of the dance floor resumed with the band’s return. One of the men broke away from the group on the dance floor and approached Jo’s table. He touched his fingers to the brim of his black hat and favored her with a wide smile. Josie acknowledged him with a gentle inclining of her head. Her fingers tightened on the gooseneck bottle in her hand.
“Pardon me, but I think you’ve got my chair.”
Jo laughed. “Nice try, cowboy. But I don’t think so.”
His smile broadened. “Worth a try.”
When the band struck up a slow song her cowboy fixed her with his deep blue gaze. “Care to dance?”
Why not? He’d rescued her, after all. “Sure.”
The guy had some smooth moves, Jo gave him that much as he guided her confidently around the dance floor. He held her at a respectful distance. His hand touched lightly at her lower back with just enough pressure to allow her to easily follow his lead.
One number flowed into another and Jo found herself reluctant to leave the cowboy’s arms. Her great-great- grandmother’s journal hadn’t mentioned how entrancing an evening could be with a real cowboy. The longer they danced the more comfortable she felt in his arms. The tequila gave Jo a hard-won sense of power and self-confidence. She liked the feel of his arms around her. His scent, tangy citrus with a hint of leather, intoxicated her. She wanted more, much more from her cowboy. Her head found its way to his shoulder. Her breasts pressed against the firm, muscled wall of his chest. The music, slow and sensuous, created a surreal world around them. Josie melted into his embrace, her body eager for the warmth of his. She inhaled his exotic scent and lifted her head from his shoulder. His blue eyes met hers and a half smile lifted the corner of his lips.
“Kiss me, cowboy,” she whispered.


MJ’s Bio:
MJ Flournoy is a retired teacher who lives in Georgia and writes romantic suspense with paranormal elements and steamy, sexy romance stories. MJ enjoys traveling, reading, gardening, sewing, cooking and doing research.


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Matchmakers
by Carol Shaughnessy
“I’ll be in touch.” Danika rushed to her truck, pitched the bag through the open window. She opened the door and glanced over her shoulder to see Jeph Cabot standing not three feet from her. Stumbling, she raked her shin down the frame
“Holy hell,” she cursed under her breath and lost the power of speech completely when his hand cupped her elbow. His touch rang every bell. The heat stoked the fires burning through her belly and a wild fire of need burst through her defenses. The contact shorted her nervous system, blocked rational through and replaced it with full sensory images of the two of them wrapped together.
“Big step there.” He didn’t add the “little girl” but she heard it all the same. Gritting her teeth against the pain and the insult she jerked the door closed and reached back for the seatbelt that eluded her desperate grasp. Turning in her seat, she paused. He held out the unrolled safety belt so she could reach it. Danika barely managed not to snatch the offending belt.
“I’ll be in touch.” Danika started the truck.
“You do that.” He stepped back.
She was not looking for a man, not now and not in the future. She took several Jeph Cabot-free breaths in an attempt to clear him from her body and thoughts. No one needed a chauvinist lover who lacked manners and civility. She shivered, fighting the images flooding her. Jeph Cabot was a gun-toting throwback to rowdy, rough and fierce Texas settlers.
Carol’s Bio:
Carol is a lifelong writer. Born in Vermont she drifted south with her Navy husband until there was no snow to shovel. Now living in Georgia, she is lucky enough to be a full time writer. She heads a local writer’s support group and was nominated for a Ménage Award for her novels of Sanctuary. She writes paranormal erotic fiction, because vampires, werewolves and dragons are HOT!
When not traveling, cruising, or flying to far off countries, Carol hosts weekend fires around a large pit. There friends and family gather, new and old, for wine, laughs and s’mores.


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Esther’s Cowboy/Cowboys of Clark’s Folly

MFRWAuthor#Love Kissed Tours      What kind of man would be perfect for a tough Georgia woman raised on a large farm with three brothers? Esther could out ride, out shoot, and out smart many man. Would it take a Texas lawman to win her heart?  Grab a copy of this anthology and find out!

Esther Samuels is one of four amazing women in Clark’s Folly for different reasons.

One works on a ranch inherited by a man who has lived in England, for goodness sake!  Will he change things too much? Will he even stay in Texas?

One sassy woman is the new vet in town.  Will she find more than she expects when a special, magical horse wanders onto a ranch?

A schoolteacher makes a stop at a Texas roadhouse on the way to a summer job in Clark’s Folly. There she finds more than food and a dance with a sexy cowboy!

Esther is on her way to Clark’s Folly to a wedding for her college roommate. She speeds through the wrong county or maybe the right county!

Gray had hoped Esther had changed, gained a lot of weight, or married. She hadn’t! Gray held his phone away from his ear and stared at it, shaking his head. Oh, hell no! No damned way! “Sis, do you know what you’re asking me to do? Do you?”

Excerpt:  “I wouldn’t ask, but there are no rooms available within fifty-miles!” Cassy sounded near tears. “I can’t have anyone stay with me with two kids burning up with fever and throwing up. Please! I might have to postpone the wedding if G-G-Greg or I g-g-get this c-c-crud!” She burst into tears.

“Okay, darlin’, I’ll see if the folks can find a place for her to sleep.”

“I already asked.” She barely got the words out between sobs. “Relatives are sleeping in every available spot in their house, even in the bunkhouse.”

“Stop cryin’. I’ll find her a bed for tonight. Try to rest. I’d come sit with the kids and let you sleep if I didn’t have duty.”

He’d be safer cleaning up after sick kids. Instead, he’d take temptation home with him! Getting over Esther had taken way too long the last time they were together. The chemistry was even stronger now. He’d wanted to strip her bare beside her Mustang only minutes ago. No way could he keep his hands off of her with her sleeping in his house for the weekend! He’d be a walking hard on!

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Grab a Cowboy!

 

Welcome to Clark’s Folly, Texas, a town where you will find cowboys to lust over. Each of the four novellas will make you fall in love. The cowboys are tough, but so are the women who tame them.If you love Cowboys, you don’t want to miss these sexy, sensual stories. Take a fantasy trip to Texas and find the cowboy of your dreams.

Excerpt:

Good, he didn’t recognize her. Wait a damned minute. He
had surely run her tag, so he had to know exactly who she
was. He had to know his sister had invited her to the wedding
and that they were still friends. Hmmm, what was his game?

She pointed toward the glove compartment. When he
nodded she opened it and pulled her paperwork out. “License
is in my cell phone case, Officer,” She made a point to look at
his nametag. “Gilbert.” Two could play at this game.

“I’d like to see it, ma’am. Please take it out and hand it to
me.”

Was he this polite to all speeders he stopped? She pulled
it out in plain sight and handed it to him. The large hands he
used to take it had roamed over her body, making her come
more than once. Squeezing her thighs together, she pushed
that thought away.

“In a hurry, Esther Samuels?” He emphasized her name
as though he liked the way the syllables felt on his tongue.
She had loved the way it sounded when he’d said it during
sex.

The gravelly tone made her believe he was remembering
calling her name out when he’d ordered her to look into his
eyes when she came and came and — Stop that!

“This is a new car and I’m not accustomed to it yet.” Lame
excuse, but it was all she had. Telling him she had needed to
find a restroom wouldn’t work or that she was looking for a
hospital, either.

He gave a curt nod, handing her registration back to her.
“You drove all the way from Atlanta, Georgia, but you haven’t
got the feel of this car yet? Hmmm.”

She looked into his eyes and shrugged.

“Open the door and get out of the car slowly.”

“Are you kiddin’ me?” Her respectful tone disappeared.

 

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A Book is Born

In case you wondered how a book goes from manuscript to ebook or paper.

Pink Fuzzy Slippers Authors

Everyone knows what goes into publishing a book (besides blood, sweat, and tears)—well not everyone. The published authors can tune out because they understand getting first rewrites back from the editor. The scramble to meet that initial deadline returning the reworked manuscript. One of my books took 6 rewrites.  AARGH.The-Silver-Crescent-3D-Open-Book-2

My current editor thankfully usually gets it right in maybe 2. It goes like this (unless I’ve forgotten between the last one and the one I’m working on now—entirely possible, my friends, even probable):

  1. After the rewrites, copy edits has a go at the book; then
  2. Editor sends you the galley to proof and return. Since the galley is commonly in PDF, I use a Word table to record my changes, the line number, and page number.
  3. Final galley—last chance to catch any errors…not much can be changed in this document.
  4. Book goes to production. With the three publishing houses…

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My Evil Twin Is Writing Erotica Again!

She’s back! Write dirty to Me is due on Amazon soon! How you feel if you wrote erotica but couldn’t claim your work because you would lose you job? How would you feel if you finally found a man who made you feel things you had only experienced in the books you wrote, but he is a successful author? Any jealousy?

Pink Fuzzy Slippers Authors

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You are the first to see this lovely cover!
Julie, a college professor, writes erotic novels she can’t claim without jeopardizing her job. Gray has become a New York Time best selling author of military thrillers since he retired from the military. When they meet at their 25th high school class reunion their hormones spike the way they didn’t when Julie and Gray seventeen.

When Gray gets back in touch with Julie after the reunion she discovers a side of herself she only wrote about before Gray.

I changed the hero’s name from Jake to Gray. I have a Jake in the Cowboys of Clark’s Folly!

2 Anthologies and a novella coming soon!

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“Casey’s Choice” by Alexis Alvarez

I need to get back to this neglected blog. Mary Marvella has been no help this past year.

Between the Beats

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Let me begin by saying I am not a big fan of BDSM but I am a big fan of the writing of Alexis Alvarez. I have enjoyed every book I have read that she has authored. It was with a degree of uncertainty that I began “Casey’s Choice”. I am delighted I took the leap. This is not just a book about “kinky” sex. This is the story of a young and talented woman who is straining against the restrictions life has placed on her, both privately and professionally.

Casey Reilly is an artist with a PhD who is working in an art gallery. Obviously over qualified for her position she is frustrated by the limits of her job. When she is inadvertently provided the opportunity to expand her sexual experiences she decides to take a chance. Assuming the identity of a model…

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