It’s a Valentine’s Day Giveaway Event!

It’s a Valentine’s Day Giveaway with so many great books!

Scroll down the page and snag the Valentine’s boxed set, Love Me Tender:

And be sure to read my contribution: 1-800-CUPID

A house flipper looking for quick profit. A survivor with a dream. Can two broken hearts find a place to call home?

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Prince Charming, Where Are You?

Two days ago was Valentine’s Day. Did you get flowers or candy. Sadly, I did not. I’d hoped for a Happy Valentine’s Day text from a handsome man, but, alas, Cupid got lost.

Why is it ‘Valentine’s’ Day?

According to Wikipedia (and who would challenge Wiki!):

San Valentino, officially Saint Valentine of Rome, is a widely recognized 3rd-century Roman saint commemorated on February 14 and since the High Middle Ages has been associated with love.
All that is reliably known of the saint commemorated on February 14 is his name and that he was martyred and buried at a cemetery close to the Ponte Milvio, north of Rome. It is uncertain whether St. Valentine is two different Saints. Because so little is reliably known of him, in 1969 the Catholic Church removed his name from the General Roman Calendar, leaving his liturgical celebration to local calendars.
English 18th-century antiquarians, Alban Butler and Francis Douce, noting the obscurity of Saint Valentine’s identity, suggested that Valentine’s Day be observed to supersede the pagan holiday of Lupercalia. This idea has lately been dismissed by other researchers. However, many of the current legends that characterize Saint Valentine were invented in the 14th century in England, notably by Geoffrey Chaucer, when the feast day first became associated with romantic love.

I write romance: Paranormal, Sci-fi, Contemporary, Western, Fantasy–you name it–so Valentine’s Day is special–a sort of celebration for my imagination. What do you think?

He could be a character of mine–and how!!

Wishing you a very Happy Friday!

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One Night with the King.

There he stood, so handsome and magnetic! His voice send shivers over me. Elvis singing on Stage

Then he stepped down and moved around the room. All eyes followed him.

Elvis Side view

I remember the slender handsome young man of my youth. We had both aged, but the excitement in the air could not be denied. When he turned toward me we were the only two people in the crowded room. His gaze locked with mine, he sauntered toward me. His words drew me in deeper and deeper. “It’s Now or Never.”

“Now!” Each step made my pulse race faster, but he seemed to be in no hurry. By the time he stood close enough for me to touch him, which I dared not do,  he reached to the scarf around his neck.

“Yes! Now!”I wanted to shout the words.

The sound of fabric moving against fabric made me smile. The time had come! I swallowed hard and held my breath. When he looped the scarf around  my neck I could only stare and grin. He turned and walked away, but I had his scarf! (And a great view of his sexy ass!

My Elvis Scarf

Of course I got a photo of us!

Elvis and me.jpg

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It’s a Historical Romance Giveaway!

Giveaway link


While there, check out my FREE ebook copy of Seeking Catherine!

And then wander over to the book fair to pick up a copy of Seeking Fortune for only $.99!

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Don’t Wait for Chocolate

Snag your copies today of 14 FREE Romance books, just in time for Valentine’s Day! Don’t forget to download your FREE copy of my sweet romance novella, I Love You More!

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The Palmetto State – South Carolina

You can take the girl out of South Carolina, but I’m not certain you can ever take South Carolina out of the girl’s heart. I was born and raised in the red clay of a smaller town in the South Carolina Foothills.  Anderson is about halfway between Atlanta to the South and Greenville/Spartanburg to the North on I-85. Most people drive by never knowing it is there except for the highway signs. Or at least this used to be true.  Now Lake Hartwell ensures people stop for a day of swimming, boating, or sunbathing on the sandy beaches of the lake.  These beaches are manmade, hauling tons of sand to dump over the red dirt.

My favorite city, perhaps in the world, is Charleston.  Charles Towne as it was originally called was founded in 1685 by Charles II of England.  I’ve always had a special place in my imagination for this interesting monarch. Old Rowley sired many a bastard but never an heir to the throne.  Now famous for its rows of pastel houses and the famous homes facing the Atlantic on the Battery, Charles Towne once was the essence of its founder.  I set one novel in Charleston, and this charming city always seems to infiltrate every one since in some way.

My favorite Charleston artist is Jim Booth (see above), and I own his works of The Storm and Night Before the Storm which represents the Battery during Hurricane Hugo in 1989.  There were 27 fatalities of this storm in South Carolina alone. I visited Charleston months after Hugo hammered the coastal town, and the destruction was heartbreaking.

Charleston is rich in history.  In 1861, the first shot in the Civil War was fired in the Battle of Fort Sumter.  Confederate troops under Brigadier General P.G.T. Beauregard fired on Fort Sumter and the U.S Army retaliated.

South Carolina also boasts Myrtle Beach, an entertainment mecca both for its beach and its carnival-like atmosphere, and Hilton Head of golf fame.

Whether you like the mountains or the beach, South Carolina offers visitors and residents alike southern grace and charm coupled with modern industry, for example, the BMW plant in Spartanburg.

I now live in Texas and love the Lone Star State.  In my heart of hearts, I am still a South Carolinian.  The state motto is While I breathe I hope. And with that thought I’ll leave you to make travel plans to beautiful South Carolina.

The book set in Charleston is Sinners’ Opera, the hero of which is Morgan D’Arcy, an English lord, a concert pianist…and a vampire.  My latest release isn’t set in Charleston, but it stars Morgan in a collection of short stories chronicling his romantic adventures over the centuries.  Available from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and The Wild Rose Press as well as other quality book sites, it is available in paperback and eBook.

After you’ve booked your travel, curl up with Morgan D’Arcy: A Vampyre Rhapsody and take a stroll through history.  Our own Toni and Beth have called Morgan:

“…Morgan…is a tour de force of egotism, wit, sensuality, and talent…” ~Author Toni V. Sweeney

“Morgan D’Arcy is a class act and the most arresting vampire I’ve ever encountered in literature or films.” ~ Historical and Paranormal Romance Author Beth Trissel

Now available in Audio:

The gorgeous hunk has nothing to do with South Carolina. I just wanted to get your attention. 🙂






As an afterthought, my book Gambler’s Choice about people who love horses is featured today on Dbl First Chapter.  Drop by and keep me company and read the first chapter.

Happy 1st day of February in the Year of Our Lord 2018…Linda N.

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Reviewers, Readers, and Authors

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Last night I caught a discussion between authors and reviewers on Facebook.  Things got rough! I guess the author missed the memo about not responding to bad reviews. Maybe that memo refers to Amazon reviews.

Maybe part of the problem is perception. on a scale of 1-5, 3 would be average. Are we unwilling to have our books called average? Would a worker accept a 3 on a job review? We even feel bad when we get a 4!

Is the problem about comments? If a reviewer hates a book’s main character, does that make the book or the writer bad? Does that deserve a low of 2 or 1?

If the review says a book is interesting and kept the reviewer reading but was riddled with errors, does that mean the book deserves a 2 or a 1?  Maybe pointing out an error would help the author. Sometimes readers and reviewers don’t know the grammar rules or get colloquialisms. Sometimes an author just missed small things. FYI, Amazon points out some errors so authors can fix them.

What if the reviewer says a book or author would benefit from having a developmental editor, is that review from a “reader”, another author, or maybe an editor?  How many  readers would suggest a developmental editor?

Some reviewers seem to be on ego trips. They say things to tear down the author’s belief in her book. Others seem genuine.

Keep in mind that most of us are really average or close.

Remember that there are books we don’t enjoy. Some of us feel the need to spare an author’s feelings. Some of us have no time to read books or review books we don’t like. Is that helpful to readers?

Reviews aren’t really for authors, but they are for readers. Reviewers, please remember the review is for readers, so make comments to let a reader know about the book. Frustration, Men, Student.

Is this the author or the reviewer trying to say something nice? Author/121044561311561 Follow Mary Marvella on Twitter @mmarvellab

A scene from Maribelle’s Magic in Finding Love’s Magic

By the time she strolled into Maribelle’s Flower Shop she had taken three text orders for “something exotic” and the “perfect candy” for anniversaries. Love my Smartphone!  Cassandra already worked behind her candy counter in the building she shared with Maribelle, making the most perfect flower candies, a bit like marzipan but even better. The woman had a way with candy that bordered on magic.  And Maribelle should know.

“Good morning, Cassandra. I have three orders for you. I’ll write them down.”

“Did you get them on your phone?” Cassandra placed a tray of orchid shaped candies in the mirrored glass case.

“Yes, I’m finally learning to use it.”  She waved a hand in the air as though she hadn’t been fighting with the gadget for months.

“A call or text?” Cassandra straightened up and raised her black eyebrows.


“You could forward a text to me.”

“If I knew how!”

“Hand me your phone.” The candy maker grinned as she tapped the face of the phone. “Got it.”

When Maribelle curled her lip at Cassandra the younger woman laughed. She has such a pretty face and lustrous curly black hair. Why would such a lovely person not have a boyfriend?

“Thanks.” Maribelle stepped into her small office and sat at her cluttered desk. Turning on her Mac laptop, she prepared to research Seth Carson, the man who couldn’t be in the same room with Jasmine without arguing with her. She skimmed through the previous twenty years, since she had known them for that time and they’d hated each other long before that, according to gossip.  When she found an online yearbook for the county high school, she hit gold.  Jasmine had been homecoming queen, with him as the king. Photos of her as head cheerleader mirrored him as football captain. They had tied for most likely to succeed. They looked like the perfect couple.  So when had trouble sneaked into paradise?  She had more research to do, but she had flower orders to fill first.

Maribelle’s flowers were magic, grown from seeds carefully tended from her garden on Olympus. Each year she collected seeds and tended bulbs to make sure she had flowers no one else could have. Every evening she talked with the plants, and every morning she had fresh blooms.

From her walk-in refrigerated storeroom in the back of the building she pulled blossoms that only she could have on earth. She gathered crimson orchids and red tipped silver roses, stunning separately and spectacular together. Each bloom looked like a jewel and smelled heavenly.  She grabbed sprays of baby’s breath and bridal wreath and took the flowers to the front to arrange in delicate vases of hand-blown glass made by one of her neighbors two stores down.

After she filled the orders she made a special arrangement to deliver to an attorney. Taking a single red tipped silver rose, she went to lunch at Sadie’s Diner, the place she knew she could get the most gossip and likely see her next lawyer victims.





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Introducing Author Madison Michael

Our Love Is Here To Stay
By Madison Michael

About the Book:
Can Love Transcend Time?

Thirty-year old Matthew Herrington is weary of solo nights in strange cities. He is ready for a change. And that is exactly what he gets when he steps into Swing Night at The Green Mill and is instantly immersed in the sights and sounds of another era. Intrigued by the club’s authenticity, Matthew is enchanted when he meets Patty, a mixture of sexy and sweet who steals his heart.

Patty Dennison has never met a man like Matthew in all her twenty-one years. A sophisticated man, he stands out from the usual Swing Night crowd. He is self-assured, smart, charming, and handsome as hell, even if he is a lousy dancer. Once he takes her in his arms, Patty is more than willing to give him a few dance lessons along with her heart.

Repeated missed dates and unanswered phone calls strain the relationship and frustrate the pair. But unraveling their mystery exposes an impossible scenario, one that will torment their sanity and test their love.

How can they make their fairytale last? Can love transcend time?

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A waitress came to take it off his hands. “Another?” she queried and he nodded agreement, placing a crumpled dollar on her tray. “Too much,” she told him shaking her head no. Matthew was surprised by her response but the tray was covered with loose change so he removed his bill and left the equivalent in quarters. Everything was so inexpensive but the server still needed to make a decent living.
She gave him a grateful smile and turned to move to her next customer, carefully balancing her tray above the heads of the young people around her. In the process, she nudged Matthew slightly causing him to lose his footing and fall gently against another body. Turning to apologize he found himself staring into the clearest, lightest blue eyes he had ever seen. He couldn’t look away.
“Sorry,” he mumbled when he finally regained his composure.
“That’s okay,” she replied with a quick, bright smile. She was lovely, in a wholesome girl next door way. She had her blond hair pulled into a ponytail that curled like a hair product ad, clear-skinned cheeks that were pink with warmth and perhaps exertion, and a curvy body displayed under a bright red sweater and a flared plaid skirt.
Matthew felt his mouth go dry and his palms get sweaty. She did something to him, this fresh faced woman that he found incredibly sexy. Her red lipstick was a slash of bright color mimicking the red of the sweater. Until this moment, bright red lipstick screamed “tough broad, stay away” to Matthew but on this girl it whispered “come hither.”
“Matthew,” he squeaked out, extending his hand to shake hers. Thinking twice about it, he retracted his arm, running his palm against his pants swiftly, and hopefully surreptitiously, before he extended his hand again.
“Patty,” she responded, placing her soft fingers in his large palm. She shook like a girl. After all the bone-breaking handshakes Matthew had endured across the globe, this limp, fingers-only shake surprised him. She looked athletic, not tough but toned, and not sickly pale like most Chicagoans in winter. The handshake didn’t match the image and normally would have bothered him. Nothing about Patty bothered him. Everything about her bothered him.

Madison Michael traded 28 years in Fortune 500 tech and management positions for a chance to spend her days with sassy heroines, sexy, rich heroes and nothing but happy endings. Growing up the daughter of a librarian, she learned to love books, especially classics and romances, and spent winters cuddled under blankets losing herself in books.

Madison is the author of three novels in the Beguiling Bachelor series, as well as several short stories. She is a member of Romance Writers of America.

After living in the northeast, southeast and the west, Maddy returned to her Midwest roots. She lives in Evanston, IL with two feline editorial assistants and great views of Chicago’s famous skyline.

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Listen Up! Audio! and Preditors & Editors Poll

Two of my books have joined Her General in Gray in audio!!

Morgan D’Arcy: A Vampyre Rhapsody and Love For Sale are both read by a woman with a lovely British accent (Rebecca McKernan) and are enchanting to listen to.  Here are the links:

and Love for Sale

Her General in Gray is:

Thank each and very one of you who voted in the Preditors & Editors Poll:

Gylded Wings was #3 in Sci-fi/Fantasy

Simon Nightingale was #2 in Artists (

Her General in Gray #4 in Romance (a tough category)

and Bianca Swan’s erotic romance Celestial Sin was #4 in that category!


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A Taste of Crimson Dawn: Book 4 of the Crimson series by Georgiana Fields!

A taste of Crimson Dawn!

Georgiana Fields takes the legends of the Vampire and gives them her own interpretations. Her characters add depth to the irresistible creatures of lore. For instance, the Dhampire are  not dead or undead, and they aren’t created by biting.

“Jenny’s my mate.”

“You shitting me?” Quaid pushed his fingers through his hair. “Are you certain?”

Was he certain? Hell, yes, he was certain. Royce had never been more positive about anything in his life. “I’m sure. I’ve known since she was a kid.” He remembered the very time and day he realized the pigtailed brat was his true mate, fourteen years ago, at three forty-five in the afternoon. He knew the time because  the grandfather clock in his study chimed on the quarter hour. The clock began to chime just as Jenny burst through the door at the same time whats-her-name was easing his aching hard-on.

“Was that after Jenny walked in on you and Cherry?” Quaid raised a skeptical eyebrow. “I’ve heard Ruth’s version of the incident.”

That was her name, Cherry. He’d forgotten. But considering how many secretaries he’d had over the years, he never bothered to remember their names. He’d admit it. He’d been a man-whore. Royce didn’t need anyone, especially Quaid, to point out that fault.

Royce filled his lungs with the crisp night air. “When Babushka, Ruth, and Jenny arrived at Wyvern House I’d been engrossed in the Clermont case. I hadn’t even had time to welcome Babushka home.” He stared out across the grounds, concentrating on the swirling windblown snow. His soul was just as bleak and cold. “At the time I don’t know what had come over me. I suddenly had a perpetual erection. Now I know I was sensing my mate. At the time I didn’t know it was Jenny. I hadn’t seen her. Shite.” He balled his hands into fists, digging his nails into his palms.

“Perpetual erection,” Quaid teased, tilting his head to the side.

“Well, you know what they say, if it lasts longer than four hours. Four hours, bloody hell, try four days.”

“Let me guess, the second Jenny interrupted you became flaccid.” Quaid chortled. “And it hasn’t risen to the occasion since?”

If you don’t read this book, you won’t know the answer to the implied question at the end of this excerpt!

Blurb: Book 4 of the Crimson Series. Dhampir, shape-shifters, romance and sexy love scenes. Action adventure featuring a war threatening to rip the Dhampir apart.

How can Jenny, the granddaughter of her mate’s enemy, ever find happiness as his mate?  Royce will someday rule his people. How can he find happiness with Jenny, whose family has committed unforgivable atrocities against his?

As usual, Georgiana Fields has set up a conflict that would take a miracle to solve.


For books 1-3, go grab each one or all three for a bargain!

Born in coastal North Carolina, Georgiana Fields grew up in a military family near Camp Lejeune. Spending her summers on the Atlantic Coast, she developed a love for the ocean, nature, and coastal ghost stories and legends. As a child, she used to love listening to her aunts tell and retell stories and legends surrounding New Bern, N.C. and other coastal towns.
After marrying her high school sweetheart, she moved to Georgia where she worked for the Red Cross as a medical technologist.
Georgiana currently resides in a suburb north of Atlanta with her husband, two dogs, and two cats.
While she loves nature, horseback riding, and scary movies, she currently spends most of her time writing paranormal romance/suspense.

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