Tarot Cards Proven to be a Link

“Emily.”

“Yes, I’m here,” Emily Lucent responded in a whisper, yearning to hear her name again. The gentle, lovelorn utterance, tempting and mesmerizing, created a stronger need to see the speaker. His Scottish accent made his bereavement, if she could call it that, all the more intense. She wanted to help him find the love he had apparently lost. She longed to see him.

For the past few months the voice had grown stronger and more frequent as the days passed. He called her name in the pre‐dawn and lately during the course of the day. Her heart would race with anticipation. When would she hear the sweet harmonious sound again? Alone in the house, without the background noise of a television or music, sometimes she would hope to hear it, try to hear it.

Hear him.
Hear her name.
Emily.
She questioned her sanity. Yet, the deep, clear masculine voice sweetly lulled and soothed her. Restlessness and greed took over. Despite the fear of lunacy, she wanted more, needed more. She wished to see the unearthly being who spoke to her.

 

The Watcher

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Mikhail gathered tarot cards and shuffled the deck. “You need to shuffle this once and fan out the cards. Pick any three cards from the deck and place them face up on the table. The second card should be placed to the left of the first card. The third card placed on the right of the first card. You must concentrate on one aspect of a decision to be made or question while drawing the card.”

A force pulled her further into this web of mystery and mysticism. She must discover, divine or infer the source of the voice. Good or bad.

Earthly or unearthly.
Angelic or demonic.
Ghost or hallucination.
She shuffled, drew out three cards, and placed them face up on the table. Mikhail watched closely. They carefully viewed the cards on the table top. She threw her head back and stared at the door. Emily glanced behind her, thinking Melody had come into the room. Empty space. A shiver of unease rippled over her skin. She returned her attention back to Mikhail. The fortune teller removed the turban and combed her fingers through her hair.

“Emily, I must ask you if you’re a religious person.”

“I don’t know what that has to do with the forecast of my future, but I was raised as a Catholic. For the past two years I haven’t attended mass. Although, I believe I’m a spiritual person.” She lifted her glance from the elaborate, elegantly detailed, tarot cards to connect with Mikhail’s gaze.

“The voice is not a hallucination and does not belong to a…ghost.” Mikhail bit her lower lip. The white of her teeth gleamed against the red lipstick.

 

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Romantic, but Relationship Avoider, Ericka Gilmore

Mystic Love: characterization of Ericka.

Ericka Gilmore ached for a special love. Hidden deep down, for a brief insane moment, she dreamed of a husband, children, and pets. A perfect family. She came to her senses and shook off the unlikeliness. Love she could do, but engagement leading toward commitment…no. Forever wasn’t in her genetic code.

Men came in all shapes, sizes and personalities (some strange), and she always gravitated toward the wrong guy. None of her lovers progressed past the eventual clash of vow or not to vow. After a short fling with a ghost, who-like other males before left without a word, she found a loophole.

Cast a spell and bring forth a supernatural lover. She’d have constant romance without the messy entanglements of a relationship. In addition, the women of her family were cursed.

She convinces her BFF, Jacey, to chant a pricey abracadabra incantation. The result was a window slamming shut and lights flickering—possibly due to an approaching storm.

Jacey tried to dissuade her from continuing down witchy lane; but she had too much to lose.

The expression on her friend’s face …to repeat a cliché, ‘said it all’. She’d go on a date with one of her friends. Date arranged, Jacey left.

Ericka prepares for her only case.

As a new attorney in the area, her client list was dismal to the point her deflated bank account meant she had to win the case or sell her house. She loved Ames Mansion, with its soft southern charm and rambling acres. It was home and the first she’d ever owned. She needed the sense of posterity.

She had to win.

Too bad the guy was guilty. A high profile case would give her press, but not if she lost. What about morality? As an attorney she promised to defend. She didn’t like the guy. What if he proved to be responsible for the wrongdoing? What a mess.

A storm blew through by the name Joe Reeves. This handsome, motorcycle-riding nomad appeared on her doorstep and changed her entire world.

MYSTIC LOVE…appearing October 26, 2016

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Pets and Fences

February 19, 2015 at 9:30 AM.

I try to walk my dogs every day. They enjoy getting out and taking in the sights and I relish the exercise and fresh air; however, this winter season is the true north of the definition…icy, chilly, the coldest season.

Yesterday, at negative ten we didn’t walk and my Sheltie exhibited HD tendencies. Today, it’s a solid one degree the sun is shining, with a slight breeze, so I smeared face cream on and bundled up.

The girls danced around, even in their harnesses. Hooked up to their extend-a-leashes we set out.

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I stayed on the sidewalks and headed toward my favorite part of the neighborhood beginning at Sandstone. The colorful houses are a throw back to the days when front porches were popular and detailing made the home unique and curb friendly. I believe, in Midwest, this is the only area with the upsurge of new homes having the classic Craftsman style and I love them.

Trotting along, trying to work off calories I gazed into the windows trying to see how people decorated close to million dollars homes. My Sheltie took off, pulling the reins, then our little rescue joined the fray and jerked off my feet I landed on a hard ice-covered snow bank.

Growls, barking, and tugging on the reins continued as I tried to sit up, but I kept slipping on the ice. The leases had clicked out of their hold position and the dogs had a couple feet of freedom and they loved it.

A large Doberman galloped toward my little dogs. In addition to the noise, my defenders footwork would have impressed a boxer-in-the-ring. My pets’ guard techniques didn’t detour the enormous dog as it took up most of the sidewalk. Its tail was not wagging.

I rolled over into the street and jumped up, then started reeling-in my pets, while commanding them to come. They weren’t buying it and continued to snarl, bark and growl.

“Katie!” Finally, the sourpuss faced owner, wearing flannel pajamas, came out and addressed the situation. Her dog dominated the sidewalk, snarling with mammoth teeth.

Katie didn’t respond, instead romped closer to my weak-assed stance in the street.

My dogs flanked me and I limped home. They seemed quite proud of themselves, almost noble, as they walked.

I’m all for letting a dog have freedom. I don’t agree with cages, but when a person lives in a neighborhood where there are children and older adults using the sidewalks, or people riding bikes on the streets, secure your pet.

We live on a lake and as much as I hated to create a fence I wanted my pets to be safe and the neighbors to not have to worry about my dogs going into their yards. Be a good citizen, take care of your pets and have consideration for your neighbors.

As I’m finishing this blog for Saturday, I’m in pain, with a sore back, two aching hips and a grapefruit-sized bruise on my left knee.

While not a fan of electric fences, I sure wish Katie’s lazy owner had installed one or at least put her on a leash so she’d stay in her yard instead of attacking my pets.

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 MEMORY OF LOVE 

An interview with The Romance Studio

jj, thank you so much for talking with us at TRS! Your featured book is Memory of Love is part of your Valkyrie series. What can you tell us about this amazing series?

 

Thank you, Holly and all of the amazing staff at TRS, for inviting me to share information about the Valkyrie series and myself.

 

The series was created as a result of an interview question: What mythological character would I choose to be? A Valkyrie! Valkyries are strong warriors, women who are trained to conquer, find a champion among fallen soldiers and offer the best of the best fighter eternal life serving in Odin’s army.

 

Many of my loved ones joined the armed forces to help make our country safe but safety isn’t guaranteed, so in my imaginative mind I tried to find a way of not losing my family and friends. What better way than to create a series involving Valkyries saving the men they love?

The Valkyrie and the Marine introduces us to Kiara, a Valkyrie striving to be the leader of her own squad, her best friend, Skogul, Harrison and Basil who are Special Ops Marines. In the second book, Pippa’s Rescue, Harrison has disappeared and Basil intends to find him. Memory of Love is the latest story focusing on power, family and loyalty.

 

In the story, Memory of Love, Skogul is tied to a tree in the midst of thieves. Skogul wakes without memory of who she is or of the man she once loved. Using curiously skills, she escapes. Injured and exhausted, a wolf befriends her and leads her to a house where the hunky owner’s eyes look strangely familiar.

 

Enter, Aidan Hall, former guardian of Hell’s Gate, and a shifter who doesn’t trust anyone. When a beautiful amnesia victim appears at his door, why does he feel a connection? Who and what he is, will keep them apart. But when dark magik shows up in his woods, his guard intensifies. Is it Skogul or someone else?

 

When Demons flood through Hell’s Gate, can he stop them, or will the memory of love be the death of him?

 

 

  • What can you tell us about the books that came before it?

The Valkyrie and the Marine. I love the characters in the Valkyrie series. The women are sensitive yet strong. The men are sexy!

Kiara of Asgard must look beyond the man to select only the best warriors to fight for Odin. But all her training deserts her when she sees Special Ops Marine Harrison Lombard. Unable to resist him, she saves his life on the battlefield instead of taking him to Valhalla. For her disloyalty, she’s given five days as a human while Odin decides her fate.

During a mission in North Korea, Harrison’s Force Reconnaissance team is ambushed. Critically wounded, he’s straddled by a magnificent blonde wearing a helmet of feathers who eliminates his pain. Before he can find out who she is, she’s gone. When she turns up in the States months later, he can hardly believe his luck—or the fire burning between them.

But Odin still has a claim on Harrison’s soul. Will his angel of mercy save him again? Or has she come to collect?

 

This is what Romance Junkies had to say about the story: Packed with intrigue, suspense, an enthralling plot, clever repartee and love, this story is a delight. I look forward to reading more by this gifted author. I highly recommend THE VALKYRIE AND THE MARINE. Do not miss it!

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Pippa’s Rescue: Harrison has disappeared and his best friend, Basil, intends to find his brother-in-arms. Basil is a British name and I thought adorable for a secondary character in the first book, The Valkyrie and the Marine. Like the herb he is sweet, beautiful, and with his bold lines—too spicy to handle. He goes to a horse rescue ranch intending to find Wilson, the man who was responsible for their squads’ ambush and Harrison’s disappearance. Semper fi, “always faithful” is the motto of the U.S. Marine Core and Basil honors his code even if justice becomes gray instead of black and white.

Pippa Wilson owner of the horse rescue ranch must find her brother in order to save the ranch. Pippa, short for Phillipa, after the future Queen of England’s sister, Pippa Middleton. The name, Phillipa, means horse lover. My Pippa doesn’t want to act on her attraction to Basil, but love has a way of disrupting life.

Skogul, Valkyrie leader of the first squad in Valhalla, is supposed to offer immortality to former Marine Basil Vanguard. Too bad watching science fiction on the big screen is more fun. But if her assignment slips through the cracks, will Odin himself take a hand?

  • How does Memory of Love continue the series? Legend claims Odin is killed by a wolf during Ragnarok. When a soothsayer warns the great icon of the danger, Skogul, the heroine and appearing in all three books, and a strong and confident warrior, volunteers to lose her memory in order to infiltrate a wolf shape-shifters camp.

In the Valkyrie series, the villain, first appearing in The Valkyrie and the Marine and Pippa’s brother, is finally caught.

A constant in all three books, the women who love their men go to great lengths to save them, while remaining loyal to their own true selves.

 

4)   What do you like best about Skogul and why will readers identify with her? Skogul’s continued faith in her skills, and her unshakeable hope are present in each of us. People need hope to conquer all of the missteps and barriers in life. Skogul, despite her strength of character, wavers when her memory is stripped from her and she’s dropped into enemy camp. While searching for any sign of her past, she never gives up hope and continues to strive to be the best warrior—her true self. Readers might identify with their own struggles in life and the amount of hope needed to survive and conquer.

5)      What do you like best about Aidan and why will readers love him? Aidan gives up all in order to pursue a life as a Vet healing animals instead of guarding hell’s gate, his family tradition. Readers will admire his undeniable strength of character and his love for Skogul and his kind. He will invade your dreams with his sexy gorgeousness.

6)      Will there be more to come in this series? Maybe. As long as there is war, there will be Valkyries searching among the fallen, the few, the brave–the chosen champions.

7)     What else do you have in store for readers and fans?

I adore my fans, current and future readers. With them in mind, I’m currently writing a story of a healer who has been exiled from her small town due to a stalker upsetting the businesses. Also on the horizon is a mega-sized book, working title Spiritual Gifts. It’s a fascinating story of people adjusting to the supernatural gifts given to them. I’ll keep you updated. http://www.jj-keller.com.

8)      What do enjoy when you’re not writing?

I love learning. I try to learn something new everyday, so I read a lot. Gardening is one of my spring and summer past times. I was an organic gardener before it became a trend. Herbs are my focus. I use them in cooking, and I practice using herbal remedies for health and beauty.

Also I teach writing at a local community school. I enjoy engaging novice writers and helping them get their stories on paper. My secret pastime is guzzling a bottle of water and eating a slice of dark chocolate.

9)      What are you reading now?

I’m reading Chicken Soup for the Soul, inspiration for Writers. The motivational stories are thought-provoking.

10)   Where can readers find you online?

 

Twitter ID: http://twitter.com/jjKellerauthor

 

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/jj.keller.58

 

 

blog links:

 

https://romancewithjjkeller.wordpress.com

 

http://jjkeller.blogspot.com

 

 

Website link: http://www.jj-keller.com

 

goodreads author page:

https://www.goodreads.com/goodreadscomjj_Keller

 

 

Bio: jj inherited her name and creativity from her grandmother. A love of reading and adventure took her to many wondrous places. Studying literature provided a solid foundation in which to express her ideas and storytelling became a part of her world. She wants to share with you all of the magic, so please enjoy pieces of her life through her tales.

You can discover more about the author at her website:

http://www.jj-keller.com

 

 

Excerpt: Memory of Love

Every step she took on her lacerated feet stung, yet she forged ahead. If she stopped, rested even for a moment, she wouldn’t be able to pull herself up again. Dizzy and unbalanced, she stumbled into the clearing. The glow from one single lit window cast four squares on the ground in front of a Greek revival house.

Please let someone be inside.

A few staggering steps later, she climbed onto the portico and pounded on the door. Seconds later and no response, she rested her head on the mahogany panel and crab-crawled her fingers to the brass rectangle at the side and pressed the button until chimes played an odd old-fashioned tune. Relief from escaping danger had her impotent body near to collapsing. The adrenaline that enabled her to fight and run eventually lost out to shock and exhaustion. Yet, she had to alert someone to the men in the woods.

Where had the wolf gone? There wasn’t any doubt he’d led her to this house. As of today, she had a greater appreciation for wildlife. Footsteps approached the door from inside. She stood straight, finger-combing her hair to flatten the spiked strands. As her fingers pulled the short ends, she had a distinct impression her hair was typically long, beyond her shoulders. Had her kidnappers cut her hair as some sort of sick joke?

She jerked at her blouse and the cotton tee underneath. Blood had crusted on her upper arm. By the looks of the small stripes, a mere scratch, but it burned like hell. Her jeans, stiff and spattered with dirt and grass, made it obvious she’d been in contact with the ground. There wasn’t a way to improve her poor appearance. The door pulled open. Odin willing, the person would know her.

The barefooted man standing in the doorway, with his jeans unbuttoned, was six foot of pure viewing pleasure. He had ordinary facial features, not broad, not thin. His nose, just the right size, separated his prominent cheeks. His eyes were gray, the color of polished silver. His hair looked soft, reminding her of turned soil on the mountain range of Asgard, deep reddish brown that reached his broad neck.

Her gut tightened. Soil? Asgard?
She shook her head. Having barely escaped the despicable trio, why would she desire one of the same gender? How

messed up was she really?
Unsteady, she gripped the doorpost.
He reached around the door and held her arm. “May I help you?” His voice was low. Sexy.

“Yes, I’m sorry to wake you, but I was…do you know me?” Calm and relaxed her breathing steadied. Birth, death, and rebirth, the idyllic ratio of Norse religion, had she died and been reborn? Was she having an out of body experience? Did she rise above and look down on a bloodstained, dirty, disheveled stranger posing questions to, hopefully, a half- dressed sexy friend?

At least two of her kidnappers were alive and kicking and, no doubt, looking for her. Knees weak and ready to crash, she exhaled. “I don’t think I have a car. Forest. Men…tied.” She fell forward.

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Conference for Writers…May 18, 2013

2013 Writers Conference at the Greensburg Learning Center has been cahnged from April 27th to May 18. $35.00 pays for your workshops and lunch, which is provided by the center.

Workshop Leaders: (each session is 90 minutes long)
* Suzanne Purewal – Character Development
* Chris Marks – Marketing (not yet confirmed)
* Vicki Weaver – The Novel Pitch
* Suzy Milhoan – Ask the Agents; Writing a Killer First Chapter; Six Secrets to
Novel Writing No One Has Told You About.
* Dan Logan – 2 Workshops only – “BEYOND THE FIRST DRAFT — A Top Ten List
for Getting Published.” (sessions 2 and 3)
* Sherry Traylor – 1 workshop only – Writing and Publishing Your Memoir or
Autobiography. (1st session ONLY)

* Ron Collins – Ron will be doing a one-on-one critique session. Work must be
present to Ron after your enrollment fees have been paid. If you are interested
in a 30 minute critique session, submit your work via email to me at
debicl40@yahoo.com and it will be forwarded to Ron once your admission fees

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