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Finding Her Way (A Copper Mills: Novella) A Black Friday Release Sneak Peek

Deb Julienne

Finding Her Way

I had the privilege to be invited as a part of a “Shared World” experience. This was a new concept to me. It’s not a box set. It’s not an anthology. It’s a created world, in a set location, with a basic set of details that all authors can share and use in their stories.

For this specific set:

Copper Mills landing page: https://www.facebook.com/coppermillsworld

Welcome to Copper Mills, Arizona, where love, legend and impossible odds will keep you entertained for months. Each brand-new story will feature a couple in the town or the surrounding area and while happy endings abound, they are hard-won. Putting these books down midway through the story will be a challenge because the characters are diverse, fun, funny, engaging and will have you rooting for their success…long past your bed time.

You will meet descendants of Harlan MacKenzie, who discovered the original copper vein in the nearby mountain, as well as families from the town. He purchased the surrounding 100 acres of land and founded the original site in 1867, but in the years that followed, the town was created by his descendants selling off pieces of the original land purchase.

One side of the town has a flat-topped mesa called Painted Mesa, once the home to a Hopi tribe. On the other is the old mine, which include tours of the old mine, Judith’s Dream, named after Harlan’s wife. The land around the mine is owned by Arizona Adventures, the outdoor outfitters/tourist agency.

Tourists come to camp, fish, hunt, hike, ride, ATV, or simply enjoy Mom and Pop businesses, and a main street boasting wide sidewalks, trees, and benches which invite a person to sit a spell … and maybe even strike up conversation with a stranger.

In this small town, anything is possible–danger, broken dreams and second chances. But in Copper Mills, love reigns supreme and a happily ever after is always guaranteed. Be sure to stop by and visit for a while. Join our ranchers, shop owners, and school teachers as they find happiness. We know you will too!

Ten authors, releasing our books a week apart over ten weeks:

OCTOBER

Calista

Kathryn Jane – Oct 4 – Callista Goes Country

Falling in love was not on the agenda.

Advertising executive Callista Fontaine has never backed down from a challenge and isn’t about to give in now. Taking over the operation of a small farm while her sister recovers from a spinal cord injury seems like the right thing to do, until she comes face to face with a dozen or so very smart goats, and a henhouse filled with more attitude than eggs.

Physiotherapist, Kevin Baker prides himself on getting his patients back up and running—literally—and is more than comfortable with being the guy everyone looks to for help. But the woman he most wants to impress doesn’t want or need his assistance and he’s challenged to find a way into her heart.

When a modern-day damsel doesn’t need a knight in shining armor… Will love still work if they’re standing shoulder to shoulder? And what kind of magic will it take to keep her from going back to the city?

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07GT9SCGR

Apple: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1437793388

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/callista-goes-country

Nook: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1129666971;jsessionid=F3BE5CB676A6FB0039B9308F0ED816BC.prodny_store01-atgap12?ean=2940156090860

Website: https://kathrynjane.com/

 

Melissa Keir

Melissa A Keir – Oct. 11 – Only This Tuesday… Tuesday Benson sets out to escape her past. A thieving boyfriend. A bankrupt restaurant. Memories of her brother. She’s started over in Copper Mills with a taco truck more popular than most of the local eateries. But when Tuesday hires a local boy to help, will she stir up something more than a tasty treat?

Mayor Blake Rodgers enjoys the simple things in life. An early morning jog. Down-home cooking. The comradery of the small-town residents. With his help, Copper Mills has become a trendy tourist destination. But when Blake falls for the controversial food-truck owner, will he lose the town’s backing?

Toss in bigotry and gossip as well as the mayor’s former fiancée, and you have a recipe for disaster.

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Only-This-Tuesday-Copper-Novella-ebook/dp/B07HLW4QPL

Trailer link:

https://youtu.be/Vyf2XS055mA

 

Silver

Stephanie Berget – Oct 18 – Silver Dreams … On A Tin Can Budget

She’s found her dream… He’s losing his…

Reed is desperate to save the family ranch and can’t afford to be distracted by a fun-loving blonde who delights in making him laugh. But Catie is determined to leave tragedy behind her and reach for her dreams—no matter what. Working with silver and gemstones calls to her creative soul, and so does the quiet cowboy with a lot on his mind.

Can love bridge the gap between their two worlds?

Join Reed and Catie in this “opposites attract” cowboy romance where city meets country and sparks fly.

Amazon:  https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07JDV8LG9/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i0

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/stephaniebergetwrites/?ref=aymt_homepage_panel&eid=ARCwl06lufyYDwtd1nGqXN6_iTzIC_oSuwHPECwwUJNpdU6-Gj-phvfW3sjQdOhyaa50Z5aqdsiIuIPb

Amazon author page   https://www.amazon.com/Stephanie-Berget/e/B00CJYM8KK?ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1&qid=1540833791&sr=8-1

Website: http://www.stephanieberget.com

 

 

Perfectly

D’Ann Linscott-Dunham – Oct 25 The Perfectly Wrong Woman

Juniper MacKenzie has sunk everything she owns into her trail riding business. When she spots bright yellow tape across one of her two trails, she is stunned and disbelieving. By blocking one of her routes, Professor Bridger Hollis has effectively cut her income in half.

Bridger Hollis is over the moon when he discovers a Hopi burial site in the Arizona desert. As a professor of Native American studies, not only will the find cement his status as a top expert in his field, it’s also a personal coup. No one, including Juniper MacKenzie, is going to interfere with his goals.

Can these two find a way to work together? Or will their separate goals keep them apart?

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B008DKL9TU

 

NOVEMBER

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Karen Judge – November 6 – Sweet Dreams Are Made of This

What did I know about Copper Mills, Arizona? Not a damn thing, except that I was stuck there with a broken-down car on my way to a meeting that could make—or break—my career. But then I saw something sweet as pie—the delicious Colette Duncan, whose magical way with baked goods got me as hot as her bread oven. Her bakery, Sweet Dreams, turns a bad day into a mouthwatering recipe for sweet temptation.

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Sweet-Dreams-Are-Made-This-ebook/dp/B07KC7G9D3/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1542647036&sr=1-2&keywords=sweet+dreams+are+made+of+this

 

Belong

McCurry – Nov. 14 – You Belong To Me

She loves her Harley and the open road.

He doesn’t know what love is.

Their passion burns white hot…

But she’s just passing through.

With his fear of being left behind and her thirst for the open road, who will be the first to say You

Belong to Me?

Copper Mills residents agree. Bad boy Gabe Clayton, is a pain-in-the-ass. He returns the sentiment. He stays for his father—and because he doesn’t know where the hell he’d go.

Coming from a family of adventurers, Montana Jones can’t imagine settling in one place when there are so many others to explore. Copper Mills looks like a great place to take a break and earn some cash playing her guitar.

What they both think is the perfect no-strings relationship goes awry when they find they want more. Much more.

Get your copy of You Belong To Me today because everyone should belong to someone.

Amazon: https://tinyurl.com/YouBelongToMe-Amazon

Website: www.janismccurry.com

 

Deb Julienne

Deb Julienne – Nov. 23 – Finding Her Way

Born on the bayou…and swept into the arms of an Arizona man.

With the rest of her family gone and her home destroyed by a hurricane, Lola longs to set down new roots but the town she is sent to for temporary lodging doesn’t seem like a good fit—until her dog Gumbo helps her meet the local vet who is as oddly out of place as she is.

After graduation, veterinarian, Virgil Bronco cuts ties and joins a practice far from home because he still can’t face his family. He enjoys the challenges of working with the local ranchers and life is good—until it gets complicated by a woman he finds himself falling for despite of the fact they have little in common.

Can two people who have very different ideas about family get along?

Join Virgil and Lola while they fall in love with each other, and with Copper Mills, Arizona—a small town with a heart as big as the wide-open spaces and a long history of making dreams come true in Finding Her Way.

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Twitter: https://twitter.com/debjulienne

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Deb-Julienne/e/B00IRN9TKE/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1540829627&sr=8-1

Website: http://debjulienne.com/

 

Doctor

Linda O’Connor – Nov. 27 – Time for the Doctor

Visit Copper Mills, Arizona – a small town with a heart as big as the wide-open spaces and a history of making dreams come true.

Dr. Tash Bannon, the only internist at Copper Mills General Hospital, is a workaholic. After a couple of patient complaints, the board of directors realizes Tash needs a break and “suggests” he take a three-month vacation.

Dr. Melissa Sinclair is a single mom, and her adopted son comes first in her life. She’s used to the hustle of a big city hospital but takes the job to cover for Tash hoping to expose her son to his Hopi ancestry during their time in Copper Mills.

Tash resents having to take time off – and has an even harder time staying away now that Melissa is around. Now he just has to decide which is more important: his job or Melissa?

Make time for the doctor…especially if she’s the love of your life.

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07JLKJK3F

 

DECEMBER

Once

Cheryl Gorman – Dec 6 – Once Upon A Desert Flower

After Velvet Brinkley’s father dies, she finds a letter revealing information concerning her mother, a woman she barely remembers, and her grandmother, Rachel Spence, who she has never met. Included in the letter is an address in Copper Mills, Arizona, her mother’s home town. With her new gardening book about to be released, Velvet decides to hold her first book signing in Rachel Spence’s florist shop in Copper Mills because she is desperate to stop the cycle of loss in her family. To complicate matters, she meets Phillip Farleigh, a handsome and troubled man who won’t reveal the real reason he has come to Copper Mills. In the midst of getting to know her grandmother, Velvet realizes she can’t walk away from Phillip and wants to get to know him better.

Phillip Jason Farleigh III was a trust fund kid expected to join his father’s business and marry the right girl. Instead, when he turned twenty, he hit the road and took his camera with him. He sold his photographs to various media outlets before becoming a photojournalist. After fifteen years of traveling the globe, he is deeply lonely and uncertain about what the future holds. During his early career, he spent time in Copper Mills and decides to take a leave of absence to decompress and try to find himself. Instead, he meets a beautiful, blonde pixie. He is drawn to Velvet in ways he has never felt before and he is determined to discover the real Velvet below her perfect image.

Can a woman searching for missing pieces of her heart and soul find lasting love with a photojournalist clinging to shadows from his troubled past?

 

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L.H. Taylor – Dec 13 – Three Little Words

Both guarded. Both in need. Who will break first? Who will say those three little words?

Eleven months post-divorce, Kaitlynn Bonner’s life is perfect. She listed the highest priced property in Ranchero Realty’s business history, despite never making a sale. Kaitlynn’s six-year-old twins go with the flow of her hectic schedule. Her ex-husband is a wonderful father to their children. Her parents are amazing. Her friends are selfless. Yes, Kaitlynn Bonner’s life is perfect, until she realizes it isn’t.

Author Terrance Craig, known world-wide for his bestselling Serial Sledge series, never expected the fame. He never considered becoming the target of paparazzi, or the loss of his privacy. Above all, Terrance underestimated the boldness of his fans. He’d had enough. Enough of people staring, of bystanders hoping for a photograph. Enough of not knowing who to trust, not knowing who to accept into his life. A change is long-overdue. 

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07K2L9CB4?ref_=pe_3052080_276849420

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/lhtaylorbooks

Website: https://www.lhtaylorbooks.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/lhtaylorbks

Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/L.H.-Taylor/e/B01IRX9U20

Visit Copper Mills, Arizona–a small town with a heart as big as the wide-open spaces and a long history of making dreams come true.

 

Happy Thanksgiving…Enjoy!

Deb

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Keeping Faith, Beverley Oakley

Fair Cyprians of London Series (Book 3)
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About Keeping Faith:

“My beautiful Revenge.”

Four years ago, Faith’s mysterious benefactress falsely accused her of stealing and deposited her in Madame Chambon’s exclusive brothel.

There, Faith was to learn how to entrance London’s noble gentlemen with her learning in philosophy, politics and art.

Her body was to be saved for the greatest enticement of all: revenge.

Faith doesn’t care what she has to do. She lives only to fulfil a bargain that will set her free.

But when Faith is recruited as the muse of a talented, sensitive painter whose victory in a prestigious art competition turns them both into celebrities overnight, she discovers the reasons behind her mission are very different from what she’d been led to believe.

Now she is complicit in something dark and dangerous while riches, adulation and freedom are hers for the taking.

But what value are these if her heart has become a slave to the man she is required to destroy?

Genre – historical romantic suspense
Heat Level – Medium

Keep Faith Buy Links:
https://www.books2read.com/u/bP5pGY
Amazon US: https://amzn.to/2Dg70UP

Excerpt:

Chapter One

“What did you learn last night?”

“A gentleman must always believe he knows best.”

Confident that her answer was pleasing, Faith reached across the table to help herself to a macaroon but a sharp slap across the back of the hand stopped her progress by the silver teapot.

Her smile of feigned contrition was rewarded with a raised eyebrow from Madame Chambon. Not an invitation to partake of a macaroon, unfortunately. The table laden with eclairs and petit fours in Madame’s private sitting room was merely for show.

“Greedy girl, Faith! You can eat at the Dorchester tomorrow and I daresay you won’t even spare a thought for the other girls who are justified in being somewhat jealous of your cossetted life.” Madame sniffed as she patted one of the grizzled, orange curls of her elaborate coiffure. Faith suspected a squirrel’s pelt had made its contribution. “I’m sure they wonder every day why you never have to stir yourself – or anyone else, for that matter – to get your fine clothes or a roof over your head.” Madame Chambon piled three macaroons onto her already laden plate before making a sweeping gesture that encompassed the furnishings of her surprisingly decorous private sitting room with its gold tasseled green velvet curtains and flock wallpaper. “What have you told them, Faith? About why you are here, I mean?”

Faith’s stomach rumbled as she gazed from the prints of the famous artists that lined the walls to the fine fare in front of her, ordered from Fortnum and Mason. These monthly sessions in table manners were supposed to give Faith the practice she needed to deport herself like a lady when eating in public. However, under Madame’s guardianship, Faith never actually got to try the specialties.

“Answer me, Faith. In all the three years that you’ve been here, you’ve had to do precisely nothing to justify your existence. Surely the girls have questioned you? I have my own version of the truth for them, as you know, but I’d be interested to hear what you have to say.”

Faith didn’t answer. She already knew how lucky she was, but Madame was not ready to drop the subject, despite having just crammed an entire chocolate éclair into her mouth. Faith just managed to make out the muffled words, “Every night you lie peacefully in your bed while the other girls have to earn their livings.”

Lying peacefully in her bed was not how Faith would describe the restfulness of her slumber. She was kept awake every night by the grunts and cries of ecstasy that penetrated the thin walls of her attic chamber.

Still, she’d finally learned when it was wise to respond meekly, so she bowed her head and stared at her neat kid gloves while dreaming of the delicacies Mrs. Gedge would order for them when Faith really was dining with her at the Dorchester Hotel the following afternoon. The Sacher Torte Mrs. Gedge had ummed and aahed over before finally choosing the baked Alaska from the sweets trolley last month still haunted her. However, since part of Faith’s tutoring included how to win over reluctant gentleman ‘and make them wild with wanting’ which is how Madame phrased it, then surely Faith could persuade her American benefactress to order the Austrian chocolate specialty?

She was so busy rehearsing her words for tomorrow that she almost missed Madame’s prophetic and appalling statement.

“Well, Faith, the time has come for you to start earning your way, now.”

Faith brought her head up in shock. Was Madame teasing? When it appeared not, she gripped the table edge as she struggled for composure. For so long she’d known the reckoning would come. Yes, and with three years preparing for it, she’d believed she could meet it head-on with the necessary fortitude.

But there’d been no warning.

She began to shake, biting into her bottom lip and clasping her hands in her lap to try and keep secret the manifestations of her terror from Madame who’d only be spurred onto gloating and make her suffer even more.

“Mrs. Gedge reported last month that she wasn’t entirely happy you were ready for what she has in store for you when she took you to tea, Faith.” Madame chewed noisily, unperturbed, it seemed, by the crumbs that landed on her gaudy vermillion skirts.

Faith didn’t suggest that Mrs. Gedge’s dissatisfaction was perhaps the fault of Faith’s tutor – the one sitting in front of her – who knew nothing about deporting herself as a lady.

With a dainty gesture using only her forefingers, Madame Chambon raised her plate and licked at the crumbs that had not been dislodged before saying, “Fortunately, Lady Vernon is recovered at last from her long indisposition and has agreed to forget your rudeness to her from six months ago. In fact, she’ll be here shortly. Yes, she’ll soon have you passing the scrutiny of the most discerning duchess.” Madame gobbled down another macaroon with as much finesse as the dogs Faith’s father used to goad into fighting each other after they’d fought over the scraps from the scrubbed wooden table at the farm. Not that there’d been many scraps with ten children to feed.

“Should we not have waited for Lady Vernon?” Faith suggested, daringly. But she had to say something to stop herself from launching into a volley of querulous questions about exactly what form this ‘having to earn her own way’ might take.

Madame Chambon pushed aside an untouched plate of bread and butter to reach for another chocolate éclair and sighed. “There was just so much food on the table it seemed unnecessary to wait if her ladyship was going to be late. Ah! And here she is.” Madame’s orange painted mouth turned up at a knock on the door. “Shoulders back, Faith! And make sure you don’t talk with your mouth full.”

Since this was not a danger, Faith supposed there might be some compensation in having to face her former nemesis who surely must subscribe to the belief that learning table manners required one having to eat.

Madame threw her arms wide in a welcome as the door opened to admit the new arrival. “Good evening, Lady Vernon. We’re so glad you’ve recovered from your chest ailment,” she gushed. “A good rest has done you the world of good. Why, you look ten years younger. Just as you do every time I see you, in fact. And we’re indeed humbled that you’ve consented to return.” Madame simpered at the elderly woman, dressed all in black who looked, Faith thought, even more wraith-like than usual as she pinned up the veil of her bonnet and took the seat at the table proffered by Madame who went on, “I’m sure you’ll feel even better once you’ve heard Faith’s heartfelt apology.”

Faith blushed under the scrutiny of the two pairs of expectant, unforgiving eyes, and glanced longingly at the remaining macaroon.

Yes, there were times when it was worth being abject. She mightn’t mean what she said, but if the last three years under Madame Chambon’s roof had taught her one thing, it was how to sound heartfelt and sincere when she felt anything but.

“I’m sorry for my rude comments about…” Faith hesitated. Perhaps it was best not to stir up old memories. While it must be perfectly obvious to anyone who met Lady Vernon as to why an earl’s daughter could remain a spinster into her sixtieth year, it hadn’t been in anyone’s interest – Faith’s least of all, it turned out – for Faith to have gone into quite such specific and extensive detail regarding her thoughts on the likely reasons. “I behaved like a child, though it’s such a long time ago, now, I can barely remember what was going through my head at the time. I was only seventeen and, in those days, prone to losing my temper but now I’m eighteen and, thanks to all your efforts in teaching me how to act like a lady, Lady Vernon, I’m so far from the rude and impulsive young thing I was before, you’d not recognise me today. Thanks to your thorough tutelage, I am determined that I will never speak out of turn, to you, or anyone. Indeed, I have changed! I truly believe that, confronted by a table of delicacies like this, for example, I would certainly not embarrass you or Mrs. Gedge or any lovely young man or his mother who might take me out to tea by any show of greediness or lack of restraint.”

Lady Vernon’s eyes remained fixed firmly on Faith for the duration of this speech with no indication of how forgiving or otherwise she might prove to be.

After a long silence, she spoke. “Restraint?” She sniffed. “Restraint is the most important requirement of any young lady, Faith. I’ve told you this many times, so I’m glad it’s a lesson you claim to have finally learned.”

With her eyes fixed on Faith, she reached towards the remaining macaroon that sat lonely on its plate just in front of them both, her long-fingered hand hovering just above. “Please pass that to me, Faith. I can’t seem to reach it.”

Wordlessly, Faith complied, schooling her features into impassivity while she railed inside, I hate you! I hate you! as she watched Lady Vernon transport the coconut confection to her thin, bloodless lips.

“Delicious,” Lady Vernon murmured. “In fact, I believe it is the best macaroon I have ever tasted? You must surely agree, Faith, since the plate is now empty.”

She looked pointedly at the two remaining crumbs that clung to the edge of the fine china, as if to imply that Faith had eaten the rest. Then she indicated the plate of bread and butter near Madame Chambon. “Please eat, Faith. Madame Chambon and I have a leisurely afternoon at our disposal. She and I will partake of the remaining chocolate eclairs –” Her pointed chin wobbled slightly, whether from the suppression of mirth or the swallowing of bile, Faith could only guess, “while you make good work of the bread and butter with all the ladylike restraint you’re so anxious to prove.”

Other Books in the Series:
Saving Grace Amazon Buy Link: https://amzn.to/2z7rVGx
Forsaking Hope Amazon Buy Link: https://amzn.to/2DlzV9M

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Beverley Oakley’s Bio:

Debutantes, widows and the occasional courtesan test society’s boundaries in Beverley Oakley’s wicked, passionate historical romances dripping with scandal, intrigue, and suspense.

Her Fair Cyprians of London series is about a group of determined and clever courtesans at a high-class Soho brothel who use their wit and beauty to avenge past betrayals – and who find lasting love along the way.

How can there be a happily ever after? is a question many a reviewer has asked before admitting to being delighted and satisfied by the unexpected plot twists and surprise endings – just like in Beverley’s own life. You can read more on her website.

Beverley’s Social Links:

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Here’s another great giveaway featuring my newest sweet romance holiday release, Aloha to Love!

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But We have Love Dolls

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I guess because I wrote a book about human-like androids, my friends always email me anything to do with these sophisticated robots. We can now move on from the Houston love dolls, to China. Japan is doing a lot of research on these human robots. However, the Chinese have upped the ante with an AI news anchor.

“This is my very first day at Xinhua News Agency,” says a sharply dressed artificial intelligence news anchor. “I look forward to bringing you the brand new news experiences.”

The AI “learns from live broadcasting videos by himself and can read texts as naturally as a professional news anchor,” Xinhua says. Not surprisingly, some disagree about whether the news anchor is really like a human. Check out the following link and decide for yourself what you think of the English-speaking news anchor. Personally, I think he is amazing and looks very human-like, down to his facial movements. I would so like to see this news anchor!

https://www.npr.org/2018/11/09/666239216/ai-news-anchor-makes-debut-in-china

According to Xinhua, the AI “learns from live broadcasting videos by himself and can read texts as naturally as a professional news anchor.”

The AI was unveiled at the World Internet Conference in China’s Zhejiang province and was designed jointly with the Chinese search engine company, Sogou. Unfortunately, the article by Meredith Kennedy doesn’t mention who the join developer was.

Sogou staff said, “it wasn’t clear when the technology would actually go into use.”

I know a hotel in Japan plans to use AI in its reception.  In my humble opinion, the Japanese models aren’t as human-like.

And in all of these scientific achievements, our country is lagging behind with our love dolls. Pity.

On Friday, on the robot scene, reporting from SC.

 

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Healing Benefits of Cayenne Peppers…

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Botanical Name: Capsicum annuum Capisicum frutescens

Other Common Names: Capsicum, tabasco, hot pepper, chili, chili pepper, spur pepper.

The capsicum herb is a tender, variable annual. It has a branched stem and a leaf-shaped much like a lance. It grows a bell-shaped white or green flower, which appears during the spring and summer months.

After it flowers, its hollow and elongated fruit appears – often referred to as a pod ripens into a bright and shining fiery red, fruit but can also be orange, yellow or green.

The cayenne pepper itself is made from the dried pods of the plant.

The fruit or pod of the plant is used for both culinary and medical purposes.

Therapeutic uses and benefits of Cayenne Pepper: The main medicinal properties of cayenne are derived from a chemical called capsaicin. Capsaicin is the ingredient which gives peppers their heat. Cayenne is a source of Vitamins A and C. It also has the complete B complex family while being rich in organic calcium and potassium, which is one of the reasons it has been suggested for the heart.

Many herbalists believe that cayenne is the most useful and valuable herb in the herb kingdom, not only for the entire digestive system but also for the heart and circulatory system.

Because it acts as a catalyst, it increases the effectiveness of other herbs.

In addition to its ability to stimulate the circulatory and digestive systems, it has a tonic and antiseptic effect as well. It is not uncommon for it to increase perspiration thus eliminating toxins through the skin.

It is considered a good herb to prevent colds, sinus infections and as an herbal treatment for sore throats and to resolve the cold stage of fevers.

Cayenne can be recommended for the improvement of circulation, varicose veins, and digestive problems such as dyspepsia furthermore it is also used as an herbal remedy for colic, Crohn’s, and motion sickness, flatulence, and bleeding ulcers.

It aids in the support of the following organs: heart, kidneys, lungs, pancreas, spleen, and stomach.

It has been useful in treating various forms of topical pain associated with arthritis, fibromyalgia, osteoarthritis, rheumatism, lumbago and spasms.

I make a salve for my husband’s back pain using cayenne peppers soaked oil. I have jars in my kitchen full of pepper oil that I use both in cooking and for my salve.

Cayenne pepper is also thermogenic and is thought to reduce appetite, hence its reputation as a good herb for weight loss.

Also, the herb has been found useful for providing protection to the stomach lining from aspirin.

Dosage and Administration

Cayenne can be used to prepare a simple, yet effective concoction that has a cleansing effect on the system.

It can be prepared by combining the juice of a lemon with a pint of warm water, one tablespoon of maple syrup and just a pinch of cayenne. One or more cups of this mixture taken every day will prove to be highly effective.

Those on a diet consisting of raw fruits and vegetables should consume cayenne pepper as this will aid in the process of digestion.

It also helps in the absorption of vitamins and prescription medicines.

Those suffering from gastritis or ulcers need to use cayenne cautiously, as it may exacerbate their condition.

Check out your favorite pepper on the Scoville Scale below:

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Fall Color Comes and Rains Take It Away!

Fall color comes while I spend time promoting M M Mayfield’s second book. And I’m cleaning out my garage so I can replace the door. Life stays busy!

These leaves were gone in 2 days!

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These are gone. too!

Her Deception is no longer on sale, but it’s still for sale!

Excerpt:

Patrice has changed her look and gone looking for a job in a club. After having no luck she stops for a donut and some coffee.

Hunger pains reminded her she’d been too nervous to eat before she left her apartment. Fearing she would lose her appetite if she didn’t leave this area now, she made a right turn, then a left and surfaced on a clean street with painted building fronts and well-dressed businessmen and women carrying briefcases and striding down the street.

Then she spotted the green of a Krispy Krème Donut sign. Her stomach growled at the scent of baking donut on the air.

Inside, she looked for a table that would put her back to a wall. Why, she didn’t remember. Seemed like a good idea, though to see everyone coming or going. She even found herself watching to see if anyone seemed to be watching her.

Drinking her second cup of coffee and munching her third warm donut, she noticed a Harley pull into the parking lot. The man on the machine made it look like a toy. Everything about him screamed bad-ass. Black hair streamed down his leather clad back. His muscular arms were bare and thick. Something about the way he straddled his bike spoke to Angel. Maybe because she was tired and sleep deprived? Maybe because he’d make great eye- candy calendar material.

He dismounted and his long-legged stance made her choke on the last swallow of coffee. That man owned the world, or at least the part he wanted. When he turned toward the wall of glass window she swallowed hard. He removed his helmet and opened a box on the back. He stored the helmet, then ran his hands through his hair. He was one fine looking man.

Mirrored sunglasses hid his eyes. Too bad she was here on a mission. Of course she wasn’t dead so she could look. She winced at the word dead. She sipped her coffee, forcing herself to look around the room. Surely her reaction could be blamed on her Angel White persona since Patrice Strickland wouldn’t have reacted like this. She hadn’t let herself think about any man but her husband.

At a time like this she needed to keep her mind on her safety not on a manhunt – at least not that kind.

Biker guy exuded sex and danger while he stood at the counter to order coffee. “Large coffee with whipped cream.”

Angel followed every move as he whipped off the sunglasses and poked a shaft into the ragged neck if his chest-hugging gray tee shirt.

His deep baritone voice resonated back to her table. She didn’t hear the rest of what he said to the server, but both men looked back at her.

“Oh, yeah?”

She heard that and got a good look at the wicked grin spreading across his handsome face. Good God Almighty. This man looked barely civilized.

Carrying two coffees and a paper bag he sauntered toward her table. With each step his single earring swayed and his grin grew. “Mind if I sit here?”

He sat before she could answer yes or no. His large hands delved into the bag and brought out glazed donuts that looked miniature in his grasp. The green serpent tattoo on his forearm moved with his muscles as he held the donut toward her.

“No, thanks, I think the third one I ate was one too many.”

“Buy you a drink?” he offered the Styrofoam cup.

He was flirting with her. “That’s okay.” But she took it anyway. After all, he’d ordered what she was drinking. “Thanks.” She opened a yellow sweetener packet and added its contents. She stirred the mixture, then ran the stirring stick across her lips, savoring the cream.

“Been around here long?” he asked. He took two bites and the donut disappeared.

“Not very. Just passing through.” She couldn’t look at the piece of glaze on his firmly curved upper lip without wanting to lick it off for him. His lower lip looked so lush she wanted to gnaw on it.

The tight jeans and the tighter purple tee shirt she’d worn suited her new name almost as much as the red lipstick and shoulder skimming earrings. Angel White had definitely replaced the quiet, conservative wife.

“Name’s Gil,” he said before he ate the second donut in two bites. He reached his other hand toward her to shake, she assumed. She had known a boy named Gil, but he had been slender and quiet, nothing like this larger than life man.

She reached across the small table and her hand disappeared in his larger one. Her voice came out breathy. “Angel,” she tested the name. Not bad. She sounded as though the name had belonged to her forever.

“I’ll bet you are.” His voice had deepened to bass.

When she would have taken her hand back, he held it captive. His large hand warmed hers more than the coffee had. When he finally let her take her hand back, she busied herself gathering her trash to calm down.

She looked up at his dark blue eyes. “Does Gil, the Harley jockey, have a last name?” she asked.

He laughed, a deep, embarrassed laugh. “Name’s Gilbert Johnson, but no one calls me that, even the folks in Macon.

“No one? Not even your family?” There couldn’t be two Gilbert Johnsons from Macon. Should she let him know who she was? That she’d known him when they lived in Macon slums?

He looked serious. “No, especially family. We lost track of each other.” He shrugged but looked down at the cup he clutched like a lifeline.

“Are your parents dead, Gil?” She really wanted to know, which caught her by surprise.

“Long story, you wouldn’t want to hear it.”

“Gil,” She paused, tell him the truth or not? No way would he know Hugh. Besides, she might never see Gil again. She took a chance. “I knew you in Macon and I do want to know about your folks.” She touched his hand.

“Angel, I couldn’t have known you. I’d remember, even after ten years away from there.”

“I wasn’t Angel back then.” She waited for him to ask his questions. When he just stared at her she changed the subject. She should have kept that to herself. Maybe she should have kept that to herself. “What do you do in Atlanta?

“Private Investigator,” he answered. “I can’t place you, Angel. Who were you back then.”

In for a penny, as they say. Besides, leaving it there would likely make him more curious than part of the truth. “Patty, with dull brown hair and glasses.”

“Patty? You mean quiet, skinny smart-as-a-whip Patrice?”

“Yep, different, huh?” He couldn’t have any idea how much

had changed about Patrice since they’d last seen each other.

“You look different.”

He was silent so long she figured she had rendered him speechless. Hell, anyone who’d “known her when” would be shocked to see her. She’d filled out, even more with the padded bra, and the glasses were gone, replaced by colored contacts.

He reached toward her and removed her sunglasses. A slow

grin showed his even white teeth. “Color’s different but it wasn’t dull, though. Your expression’s the same. Yep, you’re Patty, all right.”

She wished she could be honest with him. But she couldn’t be honest with anyone yet. “I’m looking for a job as an exotic dancer.” Why hadn’t she said the word stripper? Maybe because her years as a respectable accountant had made her ashamed of the way she had made her way through college. Maybe because so many men thought strippers were prostitutes. He didn’t look shocked, she’d give him that.

“You done here?”

That was abrupt, but she answered him. “Uh, yes.”

“Want to see my hog?” He gestured to the bike.

“I saw it when you roared into the parking lot.” She stood as he did, she ought to get back to her job hunting. Gathering her used napkins and refuse, she headed for the trash can.

“Need a ride? I got an extra helmet.”

She wished she could take the time to ride with him, to hang on to his big body and feel safe, to relax and enjoy life. Not gonna happen. Her new life was just beginning and she had details to work out. She didn’t need the distraction of this man who made her want to research the theories about correlation of feet, hands, nose, and penis size.

“Thanks, but no. I have a car.”

“Where can I find you if I feel like talking about old times with a friend?

“I’ll be here for breakfast tomorrow.” With that she strode from the building to her car. She glanced in the rearview mirror as she pulled into the street. He stood at his bike, his hands on his narrow waist, watching her drive off. Should she have offered to meet him again? Would it be wise to let any man that close at a time like this? Maybe she wouldn’t show up.

 

 

 

 

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Romance by Firelight Giveaway

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Wilde Fridays!

“Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.”
– Oscar Wilde

“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
– Oscar Wilde

“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
– Oscar Wilde

“Education is an admirable thing, but it is well to remember from time to time that nothing that is worth knowing can be taught.”
– Oscar Wilde

“The public is wonderfully tolerant. It forgives everything except genius.”
– Oscar Wilde

“Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go.”
– Oscar Wilde

“A cynic is a man who knows the price of everything, and the value of nothing.”
– Oscar Wilde

“All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does, and that is his.”
– Oscar Wilde

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Her General in Gray – A New Snap Video

Videos by Opal created this snap for Her General in Gray at a very reasonable price. Do you like the music? I wrote the script, and she furnished the video.

Blurb:

Autumn Hartley purchases Allen Hall at a steal, but the northern lass gets far more than a beautiful plantation in the South Carolina Low Country. The house comes complete with its own ghost, a handsome and charming Civil War General—for the Confederacy. The stage is set for another civil conflict.

John Sibley Allen died in battle from a wound in the back, the bullet fired by the turncoat, Beauregard Dudley. The traitor’s reincarnation is Autumn the Interloper’s first dinner guest. Sib bedevils her date and annoys her with fleeting, phantom touches, certain he can frighten her away as he did previous purchasers. As time marches on, her resident ghost becomes more appealing while her suitor, Beau, pales in comparison. Autumn finds her ability to love didn’t perish in the divorce that sent her south seeking a fresh start.

After over a century in the hereafter, Sib discovers he is falling for none other than the feisty Yankee girl, but what future could a modern woman and an old-fashioned ghost possibly hope for?

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