Last Chance at Love

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When Alyson McLeod returns to Jove, she never expects her high school sweetheart to knock on her front door. Sam’s arrival stirs memories she thought she’d banished long ago and awakens a fiery need no other man has been able to conjure.

The phoenix tattoo on Sam Crown’s arm immortalizes the woman he loved—and lost—long ago. Alyson’s return should excite him, but instead, she awakens a guilt he’s not sure even love can overcome.

Can these star-crossed lovers finally find happiness or will a wicked matchmaker’s antics keep them apart forever?

Last Chance at Love

Review:
I just finished reading Last Chance at Love. I truly enjoyed it.
I loved that sexy cupid at the start,
the gorgeous art work Sam and Alyson made,
Tina’s growing understanding,
and the depth of the emotion as the story built to resolution.
A feel good factor of 10.

Daisy Banks
A Gentleman’s Folly

Last Chance at Love

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Last Chance at Love

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When Alyson McLeod returns to Jove, she never expects her high school sweetheart to knock on her front door. Sam’s arrival stirs memories she thought she’d banished long ago and awakens a fiery need no other man has been able to conjure.

The phoenix tattoo on Sam Crown’s arm immortalizes the woman he loved—and lost—long ago. Alyson’s return should excite him, but instead, she awakens a guilt he’s not sure even love can overcome.

Can these star-crossed lovers finally find happiness or will a wicked matchmaker’s antics keep them apart forever?

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EXCERPT:

Alyson swung her attention from her laptop to the handyman bent over the kitchen cabinet. Chris’ powerful, flawless arms enabled him to wield the screw gun like a pro, and durr, durr, durr added a pleasant melody to the room.

The maple cabinets had been an impulse purchase, but she rather liked how the lighter color made the space appear larger. A bonus to having her kitchen updated, Chris modeled the hero in her current book. His white T-shirt pulled taut across his broad shoulders as he stretched to secure a bolt from a toolbox a foot away.

Jeans sheathed his tight, perfectly formed rear. His thick thighs enabled Chris to lift heavy pieces of lumber while her hero’s enabled him to hold the heroine against the wall during a hot, sexy, clandestine encounter. Chris’ dark blond hair, styled in a buzz cut, accentuated his sharp cheekbones and granite jawline. Her hero had light brown hair that touched the tips of his ears. However, the cheekbones and stubborn jaw…the same.

In a lot of ways, Chris reminded her of Sam Crown, her boyfriend at Chilton Academy nearly thirty years ago. Sam had been the love of her life, the man who’d created a cancer in her heart no other man had been able to cure. Returning to her hometown had stirred memories of their ill-fated romance, and she’d embedded some of those details into her book. In doing so, in giving fictitious-Sam and fictitious-her a happy ending, maybe she could finally eradicate him from her thoughts.

She scooted her chair away from the dining table and evaluated the renovations. The noise and scenery inspired her. She wouldn’t leave the area despite the strong odors of glue and dust. She had to think of another job to keep her handyman on site after the current project ended on Friday. At least long enough for her to write twenty thousand more words. She hated the thought of her “hero” leaving before her book was finished.

The whirring of the motorized tool ended, and wood particles flew into her nostrils. A couple sneezes had her frantically searching for the napkin she’d left amongst the clutter on the table.

“Ms. McLeod?” Chris’ resonant voice matched his six-and-a-half-foot frame. The scent of man-sweat radiated from him, so unlike anything she’d become accustomed to over the course of her marriage. Jasper, her ex-husband, was the type of man to hire people to shift a piece of paper from one side of the desk to the other, so she’d rarely seen him perspire. Not even after he’d played polo, but he’d sure been sweaty when she’d found him naked in their marital bed with his assistant.

She looked away from the carpenter’s sculpted upper torso, and he chuckled, his tools clanking and tingling. Oops. She hadn’t looked away quickly enough.

She lowered her gaze to the keyboard. “Yes, I’m sorry, Mr.—”

“Please, call me Chris.” He nodded to her laptop. “How’s the book coming?”

She glanced into his eyes. The blue-grays were so reminiscent of Sam’s. She had to get a grip on her overactive imagination. Would she see Sam’s face in everyone, all over town? One of her high school friends had told her Sam moved away, hadn’t been seen since the funeral.

“Ma’am?”

“Sorry. Great. Good. The best one yet.”

Chris looped a thumb through a hanging hoop on his leather utility belt. “I’ll have a substitute here tomorrow. My son has a doctor’s appointment, and I need to check on another project. Sam will manage the installation of the countertop. It’s a simple task. He’ll arrive around ten in the morning.”

“No problem.” Good God, even her old flame’s name came into play.

“The sub’s my dad.” At the mention of his father, pride splashed across his roughened features. “He’s a professor.”

“Architecture or construction?”

“He’s a math professor at West Indiana State University. He’s been teaching a reduced load of classes this semester and going stir crazy with nothing to do. This project came at the perfect time.”

She wanted to jot down notes about mannerisms. Some of his phrasing was priceless. She lifted scattered papers and searched for an ink pen. Finding one, she slid a glance at him, put ballpoint to notepad and quickly scribbled to get the ink to infuse.

“I understand that happens,” she mumbled. “Maybe he needs a hobby?”

Wiping his hands on a red, thin square towel, he smiled and showed off his pearly whites. “Oh yeah, a hobby would be good.” He pointed to her computer, the cloth waving like a banner. “Is that the type of book you write? Hobbies?”

Heat infused her cheeks. She’d just finished a sex scene for the vamp character. Nope, not a book about typical hobbies. “Not exactly. I—”

The ding of a cellphone sounded and a light shone through his jeans pocket. He dug the phone out and glanced at it. “Excuse me. I need to take this.”

The younger man swiped a finger across the screen, and after a few mumbled comments, glanced at her as he took a few steps into the corridor. He wouldn’t have privacy in the Echo Wall hallway.

Alyson put the pad of paper in front of her keyboard and focused on the computer screen.

“Dad, Mrs. Clydesdale called and said you ditched her.” He paused.

She leaned forward, wanting to know more. Might be useful information for her book.

“Yes, she does look like her name, but you can’t keep dating women one time and…” Chris exhaled. “No, I don’t want to hear about that aspect of your life. I know. I’ll meet you at the usual place. Someday maybe we could meet at a coffee shop instead. Yeah, I miss her too. I’ll be on time.”

Alyson choked back a chuckle and lowered her laptop’s screen. In her own style of shorthand, she jotted notes. Busy trying to catch up from the previous interaction, she failed to hear more of the conversation. Usually, she couldn’t care less about other people’s phone discussions, but for some reason, the dialogue between Chris and his father had piqued her interest.

“Time to leave?” she asked when he returned.

“Yeah, something came up with my dad.” He tucked his phone back inside his pocket.

She smiled, hoping to reassure him she hadn’t overheard his conversation, at least not all of it. “I understand about complicated families.”

He nodded. “Oh, I forgot you’re a widow too, so you understand. Even after a year and a half my father’s adapting. He and my mother were really tight.” Chris packed up his tools. He slid screwdrivers into the loops of his utility belt and plunked heavier items into the metal toolbox.

She didn’t want to correct him about her single status. Perhaps her brother, Grayson, had declared her a widow. He’d arranged the construction company. Maybe Grayson didn’t want his friends to find out she’d left her husband. Divorcees had their own set of barriers and stigmas.

She dreaded the questions, the ones her friends would ask. From her experience, people were either predominately nosy or, the polar opposite, caring.

Chris looked barely twenty years of age, too young to lose a parent. Then again, maybe his parents had him later in life.

He returned to the table. Tools were no longer distributed throughout the kitchen. A sudden sense of loss snatched the warmth from her.

She slid the notepad forward. “I’m sorry about your mother. How did she pass?”

Chris hoisted his toolkit. “Cancer. She was an amazing woman.” His cell phone dinged. “Dad—Sam—will be here tomorrow around ten to do prep work and accept the delivery of the countertops.” He nodded toward the panel truck in the driveway, visible through the kitchen window. On the side, “Stiles Construction and Remodeling” was written in bold black letters over a sun rising on a blue sky. A ladder sat on top. “But we’ve remodeled a couple of kitchens, so he has skills.”

“Okay, thanks. I look forward to meeting Sam.” She stood, wishing she’d made more notes about the way Chris talked, some of the charming language he’d used and his magnificent facial expressions, but she always had next time.

* * * * *

The next day, Alyson tossed clothing on her king-sized bed. She’d collected a lot of designer eveningwear during her ten years of marriage. She selected a dress for the upcoming Wish Upon a Star charity event but added most of her gowns to the donation pile. She probably wouldn’t use formal attire as often now that Jasper was no longer dragging her to one black-tie affair after another.

With a smaller closet, she should have thinned out the older garments before moving back to Indiana. She’d donate the unused clothing to a local woman’s shelter. From the height of the pile, she’d need a truck to transport them. Most of the dresses could be converted into casual wear or business attire if their new owners were so inclined.

Dressed in her camisole and panties, she tried on summer outfits to determine if she needed new sizes. She didn’t want to think her hips had expanded or back fat had appeared. As a realist, she understood changes occurred in a woman’s body as she aged, but she didn’t want to admit she couldn’t keep a husband or that she’d gained weight in all the wrong places.

A knock sounded on the front door.

She glanced at the oversized medallion clock. Nine. Chris’ dad wasn’t due to arrive for another hour.

Her sleek emerald robe hung off the edge of a beige barrel table. She grabbed it and slid her arms into the sleeves as she scurried down the hallway and into the dining room. She bypassed the security panel and eased the white plantation shutter open to peer outside.

Her heart thudded to a stop. “Sam,” she whispered, not truly believing what she was seeing.

The man on the porch was Sam. Her Sam. The love she’d never been able to forget. The one who’d broken her heart over two decades earlier.

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REVIEW:

I just finished reading Last Chance at Love. I truly enjoyed it.

I loved that sexy cupid at the start, the gorgeous art work Sam and Alyson made, Tina’s growing understanding, and the depth of the emotion as the story built to resolution. A feel good factor of 10. Daisy Banks

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Julie has a stalker. What’s worse? Everyone in her sleepy town thinks she’s the threat. Not to anyone’s life, to the video shoot bringing big bucks into town. After the mayor asks her to leave, Julie retreats to a secluded cabin. Trouble, however, follows her.

 

When his production company arrives in Jove, Match isn’t prepared for Julie James. His attraction takes on a new dimension when he discovers she’s a magical healer, and he needs a miracle to save his baby brother’s life.

 

As the deviant closes in, Julie and Match’s lives become entwined, but tragedy is hovering on the horizon.

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Resolutions: Four Words

Four word Resolutions: Debunked
Weight
Exercise
Improvement
Friendship

 

At the beginning of the New Year I typically create resolutions…as most people do. Historically, I’ve found four easy enough to manage for an entire year.

After age 30 I added “lose weight” to the resolution list. As the metabolism slows the exercise must increase in order to maintain balance or eat less…but that’s a joke, as I enjoy cooking and especially savoring good food. So resolution number one…discredited.

Consistently exercise: the easiest of the four as I enjoy making my body stronger. I’ve discovered the importance of health, but time and motivation counteract my good intentions.

Help my children improve their lives: the most difficult because how does a mother know when to cease guiding and let the child make his or her own way. Making mistakes is a powerful learning tool. In retrospect I wished I had taught, “LISTENING” and “CONSEQUENCES” to a greater degree.

My third resolution is to be a better friend. As I grow more mature I learn the value of friendships and how harmony in one’s life evolves around health, wellness, family and friendship. However, friendship seem to mock me as we’ve moved to a larger city and I’ve found social groups are diverse and harder to infiltrate. I pledge to be a better friend to those I have—even if it’s via email and text.

Now, seventeen days into the year 2016 I’m debunking the four resolutions set. I refuse to let fear of the unknown dictate my thoughts, and I accept the reality of life…it ends without notice. I’m going to laugh, love and live so I’m going to embrace each day as if it is, indeed, the last.

How about you? Do you make resolutions? Stick to them?
Are you going to fling aside rules and cherish friends, family and time?

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Trade Agreement, LASR Best Book, Prop in the movie RED. http://www.thewildrosepress.com print and eprint.
All rights reserved.

121 characters: Star-crossed #lovers: find happiness or will a wicked matchmaker’s antics keep them apart? #LastChanceatLove @jjkellerauthor

I just finished reading Last Chance at Love. I truly enjoyed it.
I loved that sexy cupid at the start, the gorgeous art work Sam and Alyson made, Tina’s growing understanding, and the depth of the emotion as the story built to resolution. A feel good factor of 10.
Daisy Banks
A Gentleman’s Folly
Marked for Magic
Christmas Carols

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COMING SOON: STALKER

Last Chance at Love

Greetings! I’m off to have outpatient surgery on Monday, so for this blog I’m going to share a bit about my new release, Last Chance at Love.

Last Chance at Love

When Alyson McLeod returns to Jove, she never expects her high school sweetheart to knock on her front door. Sam’s arrival stirs memories she thought she’d banished long ago and awakens a fiery need no other man has been able to conjure.

The phoenix tattoo on Sam Crown’s arm immortalizes the woman he loved—and lost—long ago. Alyson’s return should excite him, but instead, she awakens a guilt he’s not sure even love can overcome.

Can these star-crossed lovers finally find happiness or will a wicked matchmaker’s antics keep them apart forever?

http://cobblestone-press.com/catalog/author/jjkeller.htm

EXCERPT:

Alyson swung her attention from her laptop to the handyman bent over the kitchen cabinet. Chris’ powerful, flawless arms enabled him to wield the screw gun like a pro, and durr, durr, durr added a pleasant melody to the room.

The maple cabinets had been an impulse purchase, but she rather liked how the lighter color made the space appear larger. A bonus to having her kitchen updated, Chris modeled the hero in her current book. His white T-shirt pulled taut across his broad shoulders as he stretched to secure a bolt from a toolbox a foot away.

Jeans sheathed his tight, perfectly formed rear. His thick thighs enabled Chris to lift heavy pieces of lumber while her hero’s enabled him to hold the heroine against the wall during a hot, sexy, clandestine encounter. Chris’ dark blond hair, styled in a buzz cut, accentuated his sharp cheekbones and granite jawline. Her hero had light brown hair that touched the tips of his ears. However, the cheekbones and stubborn jaw…the same.

In a lot of ways, Chris reminded her of Sam Crown, her boyfriend at Chilton Academy nearly thirty years ago. Sam had been the love of her life, the man who’d created a cancer in her heart no other man had been able to cure. Returning to her hometown had stirred memories of their ill-fated romance, and she’d embedded some of those details into her book. In doing so, in giving fictitious-Sam and fictitious-her a happy ending, maybe she could finally eradicate him from her thoughts.

She scooted her chair away from the dining table and evaluated the renovations. The noise and scenery inspired her. She wouldn’t leave the area despite the strong odors of glue and dust. She had to think of another job to keep her handyman on site after the current project ended on Friday. At least long enough for her to write twenty thousand more words. She hated the thought of her “hero” leaving before her book was finished.

The whirring of the motorized tool ended, and wood particles flew into her nostrils. A couple sneezes had her frantically searching for the napkin she’d left amongst the clutter on the table.

“Ms. McLeod?” Chris’ resonant voice matched his six-and-a-half-foot frame. The scent of man-sweat radiated from him, so unlike anything she’d become accustomed to over the course of her marriage. Jasper, her ex-husband, was the type of man to hire people to shift a piece of paper from one side of the desk to the other, so she’d rarely seen him perspire. Not even after he’d played polo, but he’d sure been sweaty when she’d found him naked in their marital bed with his assistant.

She looked away from the carpenter’s sculpted upper torso, and he chuckled, his tools clanking and tingling. Oops. She hadn’t looked away quickly enough.

She lowered her gaze to the keyboard. “Yes, I’m sorry, Mr.—”

“Please, call me Chris.” He nodded to her laptop. “How’s the book coming?”

She glanced into his eyes. The blue-grays were so reminiscent of Sam’s. She had to get a grip on her overactive imagination. Would she see Sam’s face in everyone, all over town? One of her high school friends had told her Sam moved away, hadn’t been seen since the funeral.

“Ma’am?”

“Sorry. Great. Good. The best one yet.”

Chris looped a thumb through a hanging hoop on his leather utility belt. “I’ll have a substitute here tomorrow. My son has a doctor’s appointment, and I need to check on another project. Sam will manage the installation of the countertop. It’s a simple task. He’ll arrive around ten in the morning.”

“No problem.” Good God, even her old flame’s name came into play.

“The sub’s my dad.” At the mention of his father, pride splashed across his roughened features. “He’s a professor.”

“Architecture or construction?”

“He’s a math professor at West Indiana State University. He’s been teaching a reduced load of classes this semester and going stir crazy with nothing to do. This project came at the perfect time.”

She wanted to jot down notes about mannerisms. Some of his phrasing was priceless. She lifted scattered papers and searched for an ink pen. Finding one, she slid a glance at him, put ballpoint to notepad and quickly scribbled to get the ink to infuse.

“I understand that happens,” she mumbled. “Maybe he needs a hobby?”

Wiping his hands on a red, thin square towel, he smiled and showed off his pearly whites. “Oh yeah, a hobby would be good.” He pointed to her computer, the cloth waving like a banner. “Is that the type of book you write? Hobbies?”

Heat infused her cheeks. She’d just finished a sex scene for the vamp character. Nope, not a book about typical hobbies. “Not exactly. I—”

The ding of a cellphone sounded and a light shone through his jeans pocket. He dug the phone out and glanced at it. “Excuse me. I need to take this.”

The younger man swiped a finger across the screen, and after a few mumbled comments, glanced at her as he took a few steps into the corridor. He wouldn’t have privacy in the Echo Wall hallway.

Alyson put the pad of paper in front of her keyboard and focused on the computer screen.

“Dad, Mrs. Clydesdale called and said you ditched her.” He paused.

She leaned forward, wanting to know more. Might be useful information for her book.

“Yes, she does look like her name, but you can’t keep dating women one time and…” Chris exhaled. “No, I don’t want to hear about that aspect of your life. I know. I’ll meet you at the usual place. Someday maybe we could meet at a coffee shop instead. Yeah, I miss her too. I’ll be on time.”

Alyson choked back a chuckle and lowered her laptop’s screen. In her own style of shorthand, she jotted notes. Busy trying to catch up from the previous interaction, she failed to hear more of the conversation. Usually, she couldn’t care less about other people’s phone discussions, but for some reason, the dialogue between Chris and his father had piqued her interest.

“Time to leave?” she asked when he returned.

“Yeah, something came up with my dad.” He tucked his phone back inside his pocket.

She smiled, hoping to reassure him she hadn’t overheard his conversation, at least not all of it. “I understand about complicated families.”

He nodded. “Oh, I forgot you’re a widow too, so you understand. Even after a year and a half my father’s adapting. He and my mother were really tight.” Chris packed up his tools. He slid screwdrivers into the loops of his utility belt and plunked heavier items into the metal toolbox.

She didn’t want to correct him about her single status. Perhaps her brother, Grayson, had declared her a widow. He’d arranged the construction company. Maybe Grayson didn’t want his friends to find out she’d left her husband. Divorcees had their own set of barriers and stigmas.

She dreaded the questions, the ones her friends would ask. From her experience, people were either predominately nosy or, the polar opposite, caring.

Chris looked barely twenty years of age, too young to lose a parent. Then again, maybe his parents had him later in life.

He returned to the table. Tools were no longer distributed throughout the kitchen. A sudden sense of loss snatched the warmth from her.

She slid the notepad forward. “I’m sorry about your mother. How did she pass?”

Chris hoisted his toolkit. “Cancer. She was an amazing woman.” His cell phone dinged. “Dad—Sam—will be here tomorrow around ten to do prep work and accept the delivery of the countertops.” He nodded toward the panel truck in the driveway, visible through the kitchen window. On the side, “Stiles Construction and Remodeling” was written in bold black letters over a sun rising on a blue sky. A ladder sat on top. “But we’ve remodeled a couple of kitchens, so he has skills.”

“Okay, thanks. I look forward to meeting Sam.” She stood, wishing she’d made more notes about the way Chris talked, some of the charming language he’d used and his magnificent facial expressions, but she always had next time.

* * * * *

The next day, Alyson tossed clothing on her king-sized bed. She’d collected a lot of designer eveningwear during her ten years of marriage. She selected a dress for the upcoming Wish Upon a Star charity event but added most of her gowns to the donation pile. She probably wouldn’t use formal attire as often now that Jasper was no longer dragging her to one black-tie affair after another.

With a smaller closet, she should have thinned out the older garments before moving back to Indiana. She’d donate the unused clothing to a local woman’s shelter. From the height of the pile, she’d need a truck to transport them. Most of the dresses could be converted into casual wear or business attire if their new owners were so inclined.

Dressed in her camisole and panties, she tried on summer outfits to determine if she needed new sizes. She didn’t want to think her hips had expanded or back fat had appeared. As a realist, she understood changes occurred in a woman’s body as she aged, but she didn’t want to admit she couldn’t keep a husband or that she’d gained weight in all the wrong places.

A knock sounded on the front door.

She glanced at the oversized medallion clock. Nine. Chris’ dad wasn’t due to arrive for another hour.

Her sleek emerald robe hung off the edge of a beige barrel table. She grabbed it and slid her arms into the sleeves as she scurried down the hallway and into the dining room. She bypassed the security panel and eased the white plantation shutter open to peer outside.

Her heart thudded to a stop. “Sam,” she whispered, not truly believing what she was seeing.

The man on the porch was Sam. Her Sam. The love she’d never been able to forget. The one who’d broken her heart over two decades earlier.

Last Chance at Love

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Last Chance at Love 

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Dents on my bum…are you kidding?

Earlier this year I was foolish and shortened my running route by creating a cross-country path. As I tripped over a rock, my left knee bent in an odd position.

The result: A torn ligament with an estimated recovery period of one year.

I believe my physician was a little scared when I bolted upright from the exam table. What? No quick-cure surgery, no braces, no miracle drugs? Nothing but time would fix the problem?

Crapola! I’m an avid exercise woman. I mean, I must get some form of vigorous physical stimulation at least three times a week or I get…let’s say cranky.

Instead of performing half-an-hour of weight lifting, I went to a solid hour. My upper body firmed and squared (not in a good way LOL).

My esteem decreased as I increased a slack size. The final insult to my lowered sense of self was when my husband announced he saw dents on my bum. (Hey, thanks.)

I immediately went into the bathroom, stripped, and glared at the full view. How had this happened?

Why? Reduced aerobic exercise. Four months had passed and I only experienced sharp twinges when I wore high heels, so I tied on my running shoes and hit the pavement. Twenty minutes later I limped home.

As a result, I had to restart my year of “rest and healing”.

From the shocked expression on friends who I haven’t seen in a while, my transformation wasn’t a good one. I certainly wasn’t keen on the new me.

I purchased new outfits— all dark colors. I’d become twice the person I’d been several months prior.

I’m determined to shave off the excess weight and try to trim down the muscles on top…except for the breasts, I kind of like the firmer, larger, upper chest.

I climbed onto a glide machine and followed with stomach exercises on the big yellow ball. Now, just a few weeks later, I see a difference in the thighs. The rear is another issue.

jj Keller
Fantasies with spice and humor.

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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!

Dottie/Romance Junkies http://romancejunkiesreviews.com/artman/publish/paranormal/The_Valkyrie_and_the_Marine.shtml

 

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:

 

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http://jjkeller.blogspot.com

 

 

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

 

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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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Aliens in Roanoke

From the Front Porch I see an alien calling card, a faux crop circle on my yard.

grass circles

For those of you, who are unfamiliar with a crop circle, tamped down wheat, corn, oats, rice, barley, rye, tobacco, or even weeds, a pattern of elaborate design is formed. Sometimes the patterns are simple circles or elaborate geometric shapes.

Celtic-Knot Crop Circle A formation at West Kennett in Wiltshire that looks like a Celtic symbol called the Triskell.

See how the area is so clean it appears to have been created by a machine? The shoots are bent, simply laying down and sometimes continue to grow as normal. Crop circles have been occurring since 1500’s as picture in artwork of a “mowing devil.” John Rand Capron, Surrey, England, described a field of wheat appearing to have been blown by cyclonic wind action, forming circles.
“But the phenomenon didn’t gain attention until 1980, when a farmer in Wiltshire County, England, discovered three circles, each about 60 feet (18 meters) across, in his oat crops. UFO researchers and media descended on the farm, and the world first began to learn about crop circles.” (How stuff works)

In the 1990’s crop circles became a tourist attraction with more elaborate crop circles appearing in layered patterns clockwise and counterclockwise. They can range from a few inches to hundreds of feet across. Not only do crop circles appear in Indiana, but England, Australia, Japan, and India.

When do they typically appear? April to September. My yard art was September 11, 2013.

So why do crop circles appear?

Outside a visit from aliens, one theory is that they are a result of wind, whirling burst of air jet to the ground…kind of like the dust devils in my living room. Some researchers believe the patterns are created by earth and electromagnetic radiation, because people standing inside a crop circle have felt strange sensations, dizziness and tingling. Finally, human hoax. You can have your own crop circle created. Go to http://www.circlemakers.com.

Have tiny aliens appeared in my front yard, leaving a little message just for my enjoyment?
purple alien

As an author writing paranormal, fantasy, and suspense I like to imagine miniature aliens left a message for me, but more than likely due to the drought in my area, it’s just dead grass.
What are your thoughts?

Have you visited a crop circle site?

What do you believe?

Credits:
http://www.freeimages-photos.com/crop-circles.php
http://science.howstuffworks.com/science-vs-myth/unexplained-phenomena/crop-circle1.htm
http://www.webweaver.nu/clipart/space/aliens/

jj Keller
Fantasies with spice and humor.
http://www.jj-keller.com

Shadow of the Hawk

The Valkyrie and the Marine, The Wild Rose Press
Coming Soon: Pippa’s Rescue

Dark Sun He’s almost an angel and she’s pure temptation.
Trade Agreement LASR Best Book.
All rights reserved.

Unavoidable love while searching for justice.

Skogul, Valkyrie leader of the first squad in Valhalla, is to offer immortality to Basil Vanguard. Watching science fiction on the big screen holds more appeal. Will she let her assignment slip through the cracks and answer to Odin himself?

On the trail of traitor David Wilson, the man who turned on his own unit and caused the deaths of many brave men, ex-Marine Basil Vanguard lands at Horse Rescue Ranch. He immediately falls for Wilson’s gorgeous sister, Pippa, while fending off the appearance of a leather-clad Valkyrie. Caught between Pippa’s closemouthed attitude and Skogul’s unbelievable stories, Basil fights for his squad’s justice.

With the bank ready to foreclose Pippa Wilson’s ranch, she must find her AWOL brother in order to ditch her financial troubles and save her horses. When gorgeous ex-Marine captain Basil Vanguard arrives in search of her missing brother, she tries to resist the attraction—but will her heart listen?

jj Keller
Fantasies with spice and humor.
http://www.jj-keller.com
Shadow of the Hawk
The Valkyrie and the Marine, The Wild Rose Press
Coming Soon: Pippa’s Rescue
Dark Sun He’s almost an angel and she’s pure temptation.
Trade Agreement LASR Best Book.
All rights reserved.

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