I know I haven’t been here since Christmas, but it was for a really
good reason. In January 2017, my husband of 31 years was diagnosed with colon
cancer. Unfortunately for my writing, the priorities thing kicked in, as it
should, and getting him well took precedence over everything.
Now, that didn’t mean I didn’t write. It just wasn’t on the massive
scale I was used too. I went from writing about 5000 words a day to maybe 1000
every other day. I wrote when I got small snatches of time and I planned. Planning
things is easier for me than actually writing it and when things settled down
with my husband, I wanted to hit the floor running.
Well as of this week, he is officially done with his chemo treatments
and for all intents and purposes is 100% cured. However, they won’t say that
until at least five years have passed. Until then he’ll have tests every six
months for the first year then yearly afterwards. What it means for me is that
I can go back to writing and all the other things I do in reference to my
writing. This is a happy day.
Some of the things I did do while he was ill was to get my website
revamped. The new look has also translated to this blog, to my Facebook Author
Page and my Twitter account. I love the new look because it says it all about
me. I write all sorts of romance and want the world to know that. Don’t you
just love the colors?
Also during that time, I was fortunate enough to get a couple of
stories done. Here’s the scoop on both of them.
Anthology Blurb:
Take a trip
to fascinating, breathtaking, beautiful Africa, without ever leaving your home!
These stories will send you on a journey filled with danger, love, and
excitement. Travel from Casablanca to Morocco, across the plains of the
Serengeti, to the ruins of Carthage, from the desert of Algeria, to the shores
of Tripoli. Six international romance authors share spellbinding love stories
told across time.
This collection
includes romantic suspense, and contemporary, historical, time
travel, and paranormal romances by Award-Winning and Multi-Published Authors:
Denyse Bridger, Lynn Crain, Alicia Dean, Gemma Juliana, Marie Laval, and Jenny
Twist.
Story Blurb:
A Pirate’s Lady – Time Travel Romance - Lynn Crain
Someone is trying to change time and it’s up to Amanda
Hoskip to figure out the hows and the whys. When she is sent back to 1794
Tripoli, she knows it will be hard to blend in during a time where women are
chattels. When her universal translator fails, she’s captured and when the
imprisoned Americans can’t identify her, is immediately sent to Bashaw Yusuf in
the pirate port of Tripoli.
Trevor Haines loves his job but this will be the
furthest he’s ever had to go back in time. Yet, his mission should be easy –
find one girl and whisk her away for debriefing as it’s obvious she’s failed
her mission. Once there, the now harem girl Mandi digs in her heels and refuses
to return until they discover what is happening. He has no choice but to act as
if he’s her pirate husband and wants her back. First, he needs to convince the
Bashaw that she ran away and that he really wants her back.
Together, they’ll need to keep their wits about them
during a treacherous time in history and return safely with their future
intact.
Blurb:
Madison Bergman
goes to the only home she’s known to recover from the death of her beloved
uncle, Jonas Blackhorse. It is her hope that she be allowed to keep their
summer cabin but since she doesn’t have a drop of Native American blood it’s
doubtful. She just never thought she’d see the love of her life once again.
Lucas Bloodfeather has waited fifteen long years for Maddie to return
to him. The tragic death of her uncle, and his mentor, sends her home after a
long investigation into the mission, which exonerated her beyond any doubt. He
has little time to prove to her they belong with each other.
Together they must forge the bond they had in youth and discover, home
truly is where the heart resides.
Excerpt:
She
pulled back, flushing with indignation as she gave him an icy stare. “I don’t think—”
“That’s
just it…do not think…feel.”
His
tongue moved to her earlobe, as his mouth blew first, then his teeth nibbled a
little before moving toward her mouth.
The kiss felt like coming home, where suddenly the world righted itself and her
body parts acclimated to familiar territory. Letting out a groan, she moved to
straddle him.
“You’re
vulgar…” she stated as she regarded him. He too had been part of the native
world her uncle lived in…how could she
have just walked away?
Hot
and raw, carnal energy passed between them. She
had known better than to get within two feet of him,
as they had never been able to keep their hands off each other. Why did she
think she could resist now after fifteen years? She placed her hands on his
chest and breathed deeply.
“I
told you to quit thinking.” His calm voice reassured her in ways nothing else
could.
He
pulled her to him as his mouth took possession of hers, lips brushing back and
forth over her own. His mouth opened, asking for permission to take more and
she readily gave it to him. Madison was eager for the taste of him, the feel of
his tongue stroking hers, craving his body’s strength. She didn’t have to wait
long as his tongue dipped inside and seduced her with hot, profound glides.
Wanting more, her fingers worked at the buttons of
his shirt, never moving away from the kiss. His smooth chest was warm, palpable
against her hands, something real that she could hold onto. He was no longer the young man she remembered, but now
someone who knew exactly what he wanted
and what he was doing.
He
pulled away from her, tracing the curve of her lips before dipping back in to
steal another kiss. Finally, he tipped her head back and cradled it in his large palm, gazing into her eyes as if
looking for something.
She
breathed in deeply, aware of him in every pore of her body—his closeness, the
outdoorsy scent that was special only to him, the heat of their skin-to-skin contact.
This coming together would be like no
other.
“I
just have one question.” His breath was ragged as she felt the bulge in his
pants just below her crotch.
“And…”
she whispered, breathless.
“We
could make love here…” He stopped before continuing, as if gauging her
response. “We can make love in a bed…or
there’s even my squad car out front.”
Last but not least, in celebration of everything I’m doing a
Rafflecopter with a wonderful group of ladies. You can win some great prizes
and find some fabulous authors.
I hope you like the new look, will check out the new stories and come
back again. I promise not to neglect this place for so long. Yeah, I’ll be
doing at least a blog a week now that life has returned to normal.
Thanks for dropping by and see you soon!
Lynn
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