With two newly mated couples in the alpha house, Conall needs a serious breather. He’s used to being the fifth wheel but now the distinction is amplified. When the opportunity for a couple days of freedom arises, he volunteers to take winter supplies to a mountain-dwelling widow and then spend some time hiking alone. Plans change when he meets a woman who evokes his lion’s protective streak and stirs his human desires. She meets none of his expectations for a mate, but that might be exactly what he needs.
Madelyn has been alone for nearly a decade. Ashamed of what she has become, she banished herself from the Blackburn Pack and resigned herself to a solitary life in the mountains. With no plans of change, it’s alarming when a young, alluring lion shifter arrives awakening her senses and challenging her situation. Her inner bear is still haunted by the last man who tried to claim her and she doesn’t want to make the same mistake again. Madelyn must discern if Conall is worth the risk or of he’s another heartbreak just waiting to happen.
While Conall is tucked away in the woods with Madelyn, the rest of his Pride faces an attack. In haste to go rescue his friends, he might throw the most vulnerable person of all to the wolves. But are they friend or foe?
It was all too easy to let his mind wander, to think about absolutely nothing except for where his paws would land with the next step. The walking path to the cabin was clear if you knew to look for the notches in the trees. He could travel like this all day and not get bored, never tire. Being in the wilderness liberated his lion; the burden he carried behind him only added a minor challenge to his muscular frame.
This was exactly what he needed.
The next four hours passed slowly and quietly, a vast change from the chaos of the last few weeks. For the first time in a long time, he turned off his brain and let his lion dominate his actions. His wide paws navigated the terrain with no problems. His ears alerted him to the movement of the forest creatures and his nose picked up the various scents of nature. Conall lost himself into his lion and his human counterpart took a well-needed mental nap.
Then he heard an angel.
The voice echoed around the woods and he froze with one paw off the ground. His feline ears perked up. After living with Vivian Blake, diva extraordinaire, for five years, he knew musical talent when he heard it. Vivian had the most beautiful voice he’d ever heard…until right then. Closing his eyes, he crouched down, still as death, to listen. The notes rose and fell flawlessly on pitch and with incredible ease. Her range was awe-inspiring. His breath caught in his throat as he listened to her build up to a note so high and delicate, it caused his heart to soar in anticipation. The emotion of the words, the love conveyed in every measure resonated in his chest. Tendrils of melody wrapped around him, gripping him tighter with every beat. Had he been in human form, he might have fallen to his knees. As it was, the four legs of his lion shook with the driving need to get closer to the source of such mesmerizing singing.
He took cautious steps over the crest of the hill to look upon the cottage set snugly among the evergreens. Green tin roof and logs made from local timber provided camouflage. Smoke rose from the chimney; the smell traveling the air currents was divine. Three chairs rocked on the porch, pushed by the invisible hands of the wind. Although the coming winter cold had scared them away, it was clear the cottage was usually framed with flowers. A brown picket fence protected a garden. He envisioned Snow White singing to the forest creatures as they scuttled around her feet.
Ha, he thought. Any moment now, some old woman would come outside with a radio in her hand.
He didn’t want the fantasy to end. The lion closed his eyes and let the gentle voice wash over him. Peace settled in his chest, a heavy weight dissolved from his shoulders. The notes infiltrated his veins and he felt absolutely drunk with contentment. Her love song pierced him and eased each breath he took.
The notes cut off as soon as the wind shifted.
“Who’s there?” chimed an angelic voice. His singer.
JoAnna Grace lives in a world of alpha males and strong females where true love conquers all—at least in her mind! Author of The Divine Chronicles, the Blake Pride Series, and more, this writer loves paranormal and urban fantasy romance novels.
From the time she started holding a crayon she began to create magical worlds. Her first book was a series of pictures about a puppy princess. The story changed each time she told it, but there was always a happy ending! Her first written story was about girls who changed into tigers.
Now those stories have become a bit more complex.
JoAnna’s tales are spun at her home in East Texas where she lives with her husband, three kids, and a couple dogs. When not hiding behind the computer screen you can find her camping, boating, and shopping.
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Book Title: Murder, Mystery & Dating Mayhem
Author: D.E. Haggerty
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: March 1, 2015
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
My name is Izzy. I drink too much, am clumsier than a newborn foal, and my brain-to-mouth filter often malfunctions. My daredevil husband killed himself in a parachuting accident five years ago and my best friend Jack has decided it’s time I jump back in the dating pool. He’s perfectly happy to throw me in if I don’t listen. Just when things in the dating world start to heat up, my grandma dies. Only her knitting group of Jessica Fletcher wannabes is sure it’s murder. I’m not convinced but I’m always up for a bit of excitement as long as it doesn’t lead to a night in jail. Well, more than one night anyway. Will I miss my chance at love because I’m chasing imaginary killers? Did someone really kill grandma or am I and my merry band of geriatric thieves imagining things?
The driveway is full of older, American-built cars resembling boats in size. That can only mean one thing – grandma’s hosting this week’s knitting club get together. The knitting club is actually just a bunch of grandma’s closest friends who, like grandma, are widowed and have no or little family in the area. I take a deep breathe to fortify myself as I get out of my car, wondering if the ladies have started getting wild yet. It sounds like a joke, a bunch of seventy-year-olds going out of control, but it’s no lie. These ladies turned off their brain-to-mouth filters decades ago and they say the darndest things – most of which makes me laugh until my stomach aches.
“Helllooo!” I yell as I walk into the house without knocking. If you want to avoid being hit by a rolling pin, you don’t knock at grandma’s house. Family doesn’t knock she’ll yell as she hits you. For an old lady, she can hit hard!
“Back here my darling girl.” I follow the voice to the screened porch at the rear of the house, which has a view over the rolling hills that are part of grandma’s land. Another thing I covet about this house. Coveting isn’t one of the seven deadly sins, is it? Otherwise, I’m in big trouble here.
The porch is full of elderly women knitting and babbling away. Their chattering voices halt as I enter. “Hi Izzy,” they yell in unison. I smile at each of them and walk over to give grandma a kiss on the cheek.
“Get yourself an iced tea girl and then come sit with us.”
After I get myself a drink and refill everyone else’s glasses, I sit down on the footstool at grandma’s feet and start to untangle some of her yarn. Grandma has arthritis in her hands, which means she doesn’t knit much anymore. She needs to concentrate and doesn’t gab like the other ladies. After a few minutes, she takes a break and puts down her needles with a sigh.
“Where’s Jack?” she asks. I shrug in response.
“You really should marry that boy before someone else does.” I snicker. We’ve had this conversation a million times before.
“Grandma,” I explain – again. “Jack’s gay.”
“So he’s happy. That’s a good thing for a husband.” I swear she’s deliberately obtuse.
“Not happy. Ho-mo-sex-u-al.” I speak slowly to make my point. I don’t know why I bother. This is probably the billionth time we’ve had this conversation. Grandma is perfectly aware that Jack’s gay, but she does love to tease – the old bat!
Grandma waves her hands in dismissal. “I’m sure it’s just a phase. Your pretty face could convince him otherwise.”
I snort, which causes grandma to give me a dirty look. Young ladies do not snort. Never mind that I’m not young or a lady. “I’ve tried that already. Trust me, it was a disaster.” I can feel my face burning. Being reminded of my ‘Jack humiliation’ two days in a row does nothing for my self-esteem.
The other ladies agree with grandma. “Oh but Jack’s sooo handsome.” That’s Betty. The ringleader of the old lady posse if there ever was one.
“I wouldn’t mind trying to convince him to give the ladies a try.” Rosemary chimes in.
“He can eat crackers in my bed any time.” Martha sighs with a faraway looks in her eyes.
And finally Rose gives her two cents. “Such a fine buttocks on him.”
I laugh at the audacity of these ladies, the youngest of whom can’t be a day less than seventy. Only Ally remains quiet. Not because she wouldn’t take a stab at Jack should the opportunity present itself, but because she’s shy when in a group.
An Interview with Izzy, the protagonist of Murder, Mystery & Dating Mayhem
It all starts when my bestie Jack basically throws me back into the dating pool. I’m fudging that up nicely when my grandma dies. Her crew of knitting buddies are convinced she was murdered and all of a sudden I’m caught up in a mystery. But that doesn’t mean that Jack or the knitting crew turned detectives leave me alone about finding a man. Oh no, they’re determined to catch a killer and find me love. Oops! That was like way more than three sentences.
I’m totally the hero of my own story. Okay maybe my detective boyfriend helped out a bit. And well I can’t not thank the Jessica Fletcher wannabes for their help. Maybe Jack helped as well. Okay, fine, I’m not the hero of my own story, but I definitely played a major part, didn’t I?
Is there any way to say yes that doesn’t make me sound like a drama queen?
The direct opposite of my first husband would be a good place to start. Oh that’s sounds really catty. I loved Ryan, really I did, but it’s hard to stay in love with someone who puts getting his next thrill before taking care of his wife. So I’m going to say that thrill-seekers and adrenaline junkies need not apply.
Before my adventure started, the so-called detectives were part of my grandma’s knitting club. Since I was really close to my grandma, I knew all of them. After grandma died and they decided it was murder, they insinuated themselves into my life and now I can’t live without them. They’re my family. By the way, you really shouldn’t call them detectives. It only encourages them.
If I tell you, will you still read my story? Is it enough to say there is a happy ending?
I started volunteering with this local environmental group. Except for what I learned about conservation during my recent adventures, I know next to nothing about the environment, so I usually stick to what I do know – graphic design. When I first met the group, they kinda freaked me out with how nice and enthusiastic they were. In the meantime I’ve grown to like the volunteers, although I still won’t be hugging any of them.
“If you are a fan of Victoria Laurie or Janet Evanovich, you’ll probably enjoy this book. The writer has a conversational tone and the main character, Izzy, has an inner monologue that is humorous all the way through the story.”
~ Amazon Reviewer
“4 Quirky, Fun and Highly Enjoyable! If you are in the mood for a good bit of fun, a light-hearted laugh and the story of a clumsy widower, with loads of friends who mean well, then this book should be next on your reading list. I highly recommend this book if you are in the mood for a romantic comedy that is slightly out of the ordinary. It is addicting and highly enjoyable!”
~ Amazon Reviewer
“Funny, clean, and suspenseful. The perfect combination! Haggerty’s style of writing is engaging and witty. This book is a wonderful read, and I’d definitely recommend it to anybody looking for a good, funny whodunit book that rivals the likes of Agatha Christie.
~ Amazon Reviewer
“Light-hearted romance with touch of suspense! This book was full of laughs. Loved the quirky Izzy, her gay friend Jack, and the grey haired old lady brigade. This book was full of hilarious comedy and all the different characters gave it lots life, with a touch of suspense. You will love it!”
~ Paula of Harps Romance Book Review
“Must Read for Mystery Lovers. Murder, Mystery & Dating Mayhem was such a fun read. If you enjoy murder mysteries with a huge helping of humor, Izzy is going to soon become your favorite character!”
~ Amazon Reviewer
I was born and raised in Wisconsin, but think I’m a European. After spending my senior year of high school in Germany, I developed a bad case of wanderlust that is yet to be cured. My flying Dutch husband and I have lived in Ohio, Virginia, the Netherlands, Germany and now Istanbul. We still haven’t decided if we want to settle down somewhere – let alone where. I’m leaning towards somewhere I can learn to surf even though the hubby thinks that’s a less than sound way to decide where to live. Although I’ve been a military policewoman, a commercial lawyer, and a B&B owner, I think with writing I may have finally figured out what I want to be when I grow up. That’s assuming I ever grow up, of course. Between tennis, running, traveling, singing off tune, drinking entirely too many adult beverages, and reading books like they are going out of style, I write articles for a local expat magazine and various websites, review other indie authors’ books, write a blog about whatever comes to mind and am working on my sixth book.
Muse Alexandra has had it with the arrogant, ungrateful humans she is obligated to inspire. When the internal ranting of her latest charge pushes her past reason, she disregards the rules and forces her own words through his fingers, and is instantly entrapped in mortal form. With no magic, no identity, and no resources, Allie has no alternative but to navigate the mortal realm, depending entirely on her reluctant host while discerning what exactly caused her transformation — and how to reverse it.
Brett doesn’t have a chance to consider the words that mysteriously showed up on his screen; he’s too distracted by the stunning woman who appeared in his office out of nowhere. Before his brain can catch up, Brett’s uninvited guest becomes enmeshed in his everyday life. Her artless innocence gradually lessens his suspicions. Most importantly, the writer’s block that’s been plaguing him dissolves under the fantasies the naively beguiling Alexandra inspires.
All too soon, the forced proximity sparks a confounding awareness neither writer nor muse are able to resist.
Aria’s writing story started when her seventh-grade English teacher encouraged her to submit a class assignment for publication. That piece was printed, and let’s just say, she was hooked!
Since then, Aria has run a literary magazine, earned her degree in Creative Writing (as well as in French and Russian literatures), and been published in a few collections. Though her first kiss technically came from a bear cub, and no fairytale transformation followed, Aria still believes magic can happen when the right people come together – if they don’t get in their own way, that is.
Other than all things literary, Aria loves spending time with her family, including her two unbearably adorable nieces. She also dabbles in painting, dancing, playing violin, and, given the opportunity, Epicureanism.
Unmated werewolves don’t normally live past three hundred years old…and billionaire Jack MacGrath is cutting it close. Sure, he has almost everything—the respect of his peers, a mansion in San Francisco, a private jet, and fast cars. But without a mate, Jack’s in trouble. Then he sees her. Gorgeous, proud…and his enemy.
Isabelle Connelly is good at hiding things from her father. Like her success as a painter, or the incredibly intense attraction she has to Jack MacGrath. After all, she’s royalty and falling for anyone lesser—to say nothing of a rival pack—would be, er, unseemly. Now she must choose between her duty to her family and her pack…or her perfect fated mate.
New York Times and USA Today best-selling author Kristin Miller writes sweet and sassy contemporary romance, romantic suspense, and paranormal romance of all varieties. Kristin has degrees in psychology, English, and education, and taught high school and middle school English before crossing over to a career in writing. She lives in Northern California with her alpha male husband and their two children. She loves chocolate way more than she should and the gym less. You can usually find her in the corner of a coffee shop, laptop in front of her and mocha in hand, using the guests around her as fuel for her next book.
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