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  • Ericka Gilmore dabbles in life and death when she tries to conjure a ghost lover. But when flesh and blood, Joe Reeves appears on her doorstep in the midst of a storm, she has to rethink her destiny.

    A car accident left the former cop with the ability to foresee death. No longer willing to watch people he cares about die, Joe goes in search of a shaman to remove his “gift”. His remedy until then is to avoid all relationships. But like a lightning strike, he experiences a strong connection with Ericka. A nearby mystical ley line could be Joe’s solution if he and Ericka combine their gifts. But her secret past and his fear of seeing her death keep them at odds.

    Rating: Spicy
    Page Count: 282
    Word Count: 68692
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    Excerpt

    She threw herself against her dream lover, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him. His lips were cold, but perfect in form. At first, his mouth didn’t move, but after a couple of seconds, he pressed into her. She flicked the tip of her tongue over his mouth, outlining the curves, and then slid it between his lips. His tongue played with hers. Sharp, decadent longing powered through her.

    Wait a minute, he didn’t taste like she’d imagined. He tasted like mint and human. She touched whatever smooth cool skin she could find available between the coat and his neck and shoulders. Strong and virile hot body. She inhaled, taking in his scent; fragrant late fall wind and the odor of male sweat.

    Sweat? Wet skin? She licked her lips, savoring the zest. A spear of lightning brightened the sky. Six foot three. Left ear piercing. Broad chest. Wrangler posture, with one knee bent.

    Her heart thumped harder, pounding strong in her chest.

    Whom had she kissed?

    ****

    Joe supported her, keeping her in an upright position. Definitely a her as supple breasts snuggled tight against his chest. Her robe opened, and he fought the urge to remove his own garments to feel her warm body against his, flesh to flesh.

    Lips tasting of wine connected with his, insistent and passionate. Six months ago, he embarked on his solo quest, but it hadn’t been so long that he couldn’t remember previous intimacies, and those encounters didn’t compare to her lavish kisses. Whew, hot, he’d go with the flow for a little longer.

    She jerked, and then shoved him away. Sadly, the kiss had been a mistake, and from the flash of surprise crossing her face, she’d realized it as well. The pale blue, almost white, towel came loose from her head. She snapped the cloth off. Sexy dark ringlets fell in twisted disarray to her shoulders.

    Joe had been lucky enough to catch a joyful kiss and snuggle. He’d delighted in the touch of her lips, the scent of her womanhood, and her wonderful nipples piercing into his thin, sodden shirt. Enjoying the mistake and resulting benefits, he grinned.

    The gleam in her eyes went from surprise to anger. With a shaking hand, she wiped her luscious pink mouth.

    He stood in a quandary and debated how to explain. Under the circumstances, she wouldn’t accuse him of a forced entry.

    “Sorry. No lights. I didn’t hear a security system buzz. I would’ve shouted.” He took a step. “Instead of coming inside.”

    She retreated.

    Damn. He’d be sleeping in the rain after all.

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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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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?

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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.

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.

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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!

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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?

 

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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.

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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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Fall into Love Contest

Fall is coming soon…especially due to climate changes. School begins again and in my ‘neck of the woods’ it’s apple picking season. Red Delicious apples are my favorite..and so is The Romance Reviews Fall into Love party.

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I’m excited to give away an ebook copy of Memory of Love, to be released August 13, 2014.

Join me. Enjoy the party…

Here is a preview of Memory of Love

Power, Family, and Loyalty: The coveted three can join a shifter and Valkyrie in love or tear them apart forever.
 
Tied to a tree in the midst of thieves, the Valkyrie Skogul wakes without memory of who she is or of the man she once loved. Using curiously deadly 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.
 
Aidan Hall, former guardian of Hell’s Gate, doesn’t trust anyone. So when a beautiful amnesia victim he’s never met 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?

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

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

Jewel Heist Diamonds used to be this girl’s best friend.

 Shadow of the Hawk & Dark Sun He’s almost an angel and she’s pure temptation.

 

 

Finding Your Voice

Voice

Our son rescued a little dog, Riley. She’s a tiny bit of a fuzzy dark ball. According to the vet, she’s about ten years old. We discovered she’d been attacked by a large dog and did have a liter of large pups. Which explains why she curls into a fetal ball when a sizeable dog comes close to her. Riley is adorable and highly intelligent, she fits wonderfully into our family.

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My son, a cancer survivor, needed this connection, and Riley needed a home where she could be protected, provided consistent meals and care, and loved unconditionally. They clicked and the obvious love they share brings tears to my eyes.

Riley dislikes the sound of Velcro pulling apart and ducks her head if you try to give her a rub or scratch on her crown or behind her ears and she never barked.

Three years after becoming a member of our family Riley continues to curl when a large dog approaches and runs at the sound of Velcro, but she is getting better at dodging a hand coming straight on to rub her head. Most surprising of all, our Sheltie has taught her to bark.

The first time Riley found her voice was when a young couple, walking their two poodles along our street, laughed loudly. We have large windows in the front of our home and our Sheltie (four-year-old) likes to keep watch, protecting by barking at anyone silly enough to come within feet of our portico. Someone who is familiar with a Sheltie understands when I refer to her piercing bark. In the past Riley would stand beside her and watch, never barking. Time has passed and recently she found her voice, which is a deep husky full-bodied woof—completely in opposition to her tiny little body.

When our little survivor gave a yelp, she glanced at us with wide-eyed fear. Did she anticipate a kick to her shank or a knock against her cute little head? What had happened in the past to create fear for her?

We rushed to her and cuddled her, celebrating her comfortable freedom to be—Riley.

Riley discovered her voice, and she isn’t afraid to use her yap. We have a lot of beautiful doglike music in our home.

 

 

Coming soon: Memory of Love

Power, Family, and Loyalty: The coveted three can join a shifter and Valkyrie in love or tear them apart forever.

Tied to a tree in the midst of thieves, the Valkyrie Skogul wakes without memory of who she is or of the man she once loved. Using curiously deadly 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.

Aidan Hall, former guardian of Hell’s Gate, doesn’t trust anyone. So when a beautiful amnesia victim he’s never met 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?

The Valkyrie and the Marine
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jj Keller
Fantasies with spice and humor.
http://www.jj-keller.com
The Valkyrie and the Marine, Pippa’s Rescue, March 2014
Shadow of the Hawk/Dark Sun. He’s almost an angel and she’s pure temptation.
Trade Agreement, LASR Best Book, Prop in the movie RED. http://www.thewildrosepress.com print
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Four Star Review from Long and Short Reviews:
http://longandshortreviews.blogspot.com/2012/08/the-valkyrie-and-marine-by-jj-keller.html

 

 

Bark at the Moon

Bark at the Moon.

Last weekend I attended a book signing at Allen County Public Library. The library’s contemporary structure with its raised roof and glass ceilings allowed sun to filter into the halls. Beautiful artwork and plasmas exhibiting historical events added to the thrum of noise from visitors and fellow authors. I decorated my table with a sage green tablecloth embroidered with tiny gemstones and beautiful books drew a crowd. Not only did I have a wonderful time talking to fans and making new ones, I spent quality time with my BFF of several years, Ramona.

During the down time, we discussed my current book, Memory of Love the sequel to The Valkyrie and the Marine and Pippa’s Rescue. We talked about my syllabus for the writing class I’m teaching in the spring. We both attended Ball State University. Ramona acquired an MA in Community Education and my MA is in Educational Development for Public Service, so there is an overlap of information.

My friend suggested an icebreaker, writing on slips of paper “I am” topics. People get to know each other without the in-face-here-I-am awkwardness. Great idea, right?

From this conversation we moved onto how to relieve stress. Both of us have had changes in our lives, drastic life altering changes. Some types of stress relievers we discussed were music therapy, breathing and meditation, laughing (we are experts). Addition methods of altering our stress levels was to watch aquarium fish, pray, walk a dog, crafting, art work, dance, solve a cryptogram puzzle, write in a journal, surround yourself with positive energy and the new one we created: bark at the moon.

When stress is overwhelming…go outside and bark. Howl at the moon until your throat hurts, and you’ve cleared your head of any noxious thoughts.

It works…give barking a chance. Note: turn up the music or your neighbors might think you strangeor if you live in the city go to the rooftop and shout.

The best stress reliever is reading a great book. Here is one you can download for free in January, 2014.
Pippa’s Rescue
Determined to bring his friend’s killer to justice, Basil’s search takes him to a horse rescue ranch and the beautiful owner, Pippa Wilson. Is she hiding Wilson in order to keep her livestock in feed?

PippasRescue_w7614_medPippa must find her brother before the bank puts her home in a holding pattern and eventually financial ruin. When a gorgeous Marine arrives, she can’t fight the attraction. She must use her wits to outsmart a Special Forces Captain.

Skogul, Valkyrie leader of the first squad, is to offer immortality to one of the humans she enjoys observing. Except, watching science fiction on the big screen holds more appeal. Will she let her assignment slip through the cracks and answer to Odin himself?

Pippa’s Rescue will be made available for free for 5 days during the following period: January 21-25, 2014 KDP select through Amazon

Basil wants justice. Determined to find the man who turned on his own unit and caused the deaths of many brave men, Basil tracks him to a Horse Rescue Ranch. But the ranch owner is the traitor’s sister, and she’s not talking. Caught off guard by her beauty–not to mention the bizarre arrival of a leather-clad Valkyrie–Basil has a hard time keeping his mind on his mission

Animal rights activist Pippa Wilson must find her brother before the bank forecloses on their rescue ranch. When a gorgeous Marine arrives looking for him too, she tries to resist the attraction–but will her heart listen?

Product Nbr: 7614 
Title: Pippa’s Rescue 
Series Name: 
Theme(s): Animals 
SubGenre(s): Suspense, Fantasy 
Imprint: Faery 
Length: Miniature 
Rating: Spicy 
Keywords: Valkyrie, Asgard, Valhalla, horses, Marines, rescue 
Page Count: 136 
Word Count: 33333 
Digital Price: 3.99

jj Keller
Fantasies with spice and humor.
http://www.jj-keller.com
The Valkyrie and the Marine, 2012, coming March 25, 2014 Pippa’s Rescue
Shadow of the Hawk/Dark Sun. He’s almost an angel and she’s pure temptation.
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Trade Agreement, LASR Best Book, Prop in the movie RED. http://www.thewildrosepress.com print and eprint.
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Tag, you’re it!

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Hi everyone.

This Thursday’s blog is in answer to someone tagging me in a blog. Thanks, Daisy and to Zrinka too. I’m linking back to you both as well.

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What are you working on right now?

At the present time I’m perfecting a novel, Conjured Lover.

Here is the premise:

Ericka Gilmore plays with life and death as she tries to resurrect her ghost lover. It isn’t until she meets Joe Reeves that she gets the chance to pursue true love…only to be lost if she resurrects her ghost.  Joe Reeves wants to get rid of his gift of prophecy for fear of seeing people he cares about die. He avoids relationships…until he meets Ericka Gilmore. She ignites a stronger desire to be normal—but he won’t risk seeing her die. A little known mystical Ley Line may be the answer to what they seek, but will they find what they are looking for in each other instead.

The Ley Line, pivotal location in the story, is an actual site. The Native American ceremonial ground has been researched and a visit to the site confirmed it as a perfect location for this story.

How does it differ from other works in its genre?

An attorney who speaks to ghosts and an ex-cop who has the ability to predict (and possibly save) people who are to become spirits. What do you think?

Why do you write what you do?

Paranormal has always been a part of my life. My mother has psychic abilities, and I’ve witnessed my eldest son’s talent. At times of trouble, when my son was diagnosed with cancer and my youngest son had a life-threatening motorbike accident, I experienced paranormal activity. These experiences are the bases for several of my books.

The Watcher (guardian reassuring a female at the brink of change)

Believe (an evil woman uses chemotherapy drugs to alter the DNA of gifted children)

Melody’s Song (a mother loses her son to cancer and deals with the aftermath)

Shadow of the Hawk (conclusion of the above three)

Other titles of interest:

Dark Sun

Dark Shadows

Love Hurts

Jewel Heist

The Tarot Card

Trade Agreement

The Valkyrie and the Marine

CS: Pippa’s Rescue

Future: Memory of Love

How does your writing process work? My writing process varies according to the story and the inspiration. Events in my life influence my story line. Sometimes I need to research the background and more often than not I drag out my journals from trips I’ve taken to different states, Canada and Europe as personal references for settings. As far as characterization I often watch people for facial expressions or body motions to write into my characters.

Once I have the story line, plot, characters and maybe affectations I begin to write. I’m generally a pantster (writing as the thoughts flow rather than creating a detailed outline). However, I do create a GMC chart to keep the pace flowing at a steady rate.

If I encounter a block, I usually go through the previous chapters and layer in scenery, characters and pump the dialogue. This process tends to provide light into what should happen next…and if not a hot toddy and a good night’s sleep always gives me a fresh start.

After the story is finished I like to let it sit on my desk for a while and then I’ll review to get rid of duplicate words and try to fix the grammar ( I love commas!). When I believe I have the story tidied, I’ll print the pages and go over the text again. I tend to edit better with a hard copy.

That is my writing process. Is it similar to yours? How does your writing process evolve?

I’m tagging Zrinka Jelic, a phenomenal new author who is making a powerful impact on the romance world.

Thank you, Daisy for adding me to the blog hop.

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