Roxanne’s Ghost Saga #1

A love that cannot be denied ~ and a love that cannot be. Who will win? It’s only a matter of time.

Jessica James needs a new job and her only prospect as a nanny is with a remotely located veterinarian who only wants a “mature” candidate. But youthful Jess has faced tougher challenges, and she is determined to show the very handsome yet rude widower that she is the perfect choice to care for his autistic 4-year-old daughter, no matter how much he scowls.

Dr. Ben Arnold is still grieving, and not only about the recent death of his beautiful wife. He is still coping with the knowledge his profound love for her was unreciprocated. The demands of working and taking care of Amber, his autistic young daughter, have Ben overwhelmed and the last thing he needs is an insanely strong physical reaction to a nanny who is the first to seem to connect with his beloved delicate daughter – and the last he thinks he can handle in his life.

Jess is an unseasonal storm to suddenly sweep through Ben’s life, and may be the balm he needs. While strange occurrences all around them defy answers and explanations, the unexpected arrival of Ben’s late wife’s sisters, including her identical twin, on the one-year anniversary of her death does nothing to help dispel the intense and instant desire between Jess and Ben – and Jess’ glimpses of a lifelong past only adds to the surreal sense of the estate called Weltevreden.

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Roxanne’s Ghost Saga #2

She found her! Jess saw Roxanne in one of her visions. Ben was wrong and the odd-ball sisters-in-law, believe it or not, were right—Roxanne wasn’t dead! But where Jess saw her she could never come home from. She was as good as dead to Ben, because Roxanne couldn’t be his wife again, ever. If only Jess could find a way to make him understand, but he wouldn’t even listen to her. Amber, Ben’s 4 year old autistic daughter was in trouble. Her development regressed drastically and Jess hoped it wouldn’t be permanent. Trying to take the child away from the influence of her aunts, she found that she couldn’t leave the house. She, and Amber, were trapped at Weltevreden.

Was this what Ethel, the old housekeeper, meant on the day Jess arrived when she told her Jess would never leave again? The sisters wanted to do her in, but she was trapped and at their mercy? And then Ethel decided that she was living her final day, and that there was one more thing she had to do. Can a person do that? Can you decide when it was time to die? And what was the last thing she had to do? And after she was gone… Would the sisters’ plan for Ben and Amber finally be revealed?

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MAGGIE TIDESWELL is a South African author with a passion for romance. All over the world people are falling in love, even the birds and the bees are doing it. Ghosts just can't seem to leave her alone and she combines things that can't be explained, sweaty bodies and rumpled beds in a way that will make your toes curl and your hair stand on end.

Maggie just can't do without perfume, coffee and the internet. She is nearly as passionate about food as she is about creating alpha heroes every woman will fall in love with, just as she does, every time. The strangest thing is that cats have never played any kind of role in her stories, as she is owned by three of them. That might change soon.


ANGI: How often to you get lost in a story?
MAGGIE: Every time I pick up a book – and I read a lot. I’m one of those people who can’t get to sleep without a book in my hand, literally. My husband is great at turning the light off, putting the book and my glasses away without waking me.

ANGI: What’s your favorite thing about your book’s hero?
MAGGIE: He is a true South African. He walks around barefoot and shirtless (and no woman will complain about the vision of him), he loves as hard as he trusts and he loves animals.

ANGI: What’s your favorite movie of all time?
MAGGIE: The Sound of Music. I must have watched it a million times. It is the perfect romance.
A rainy Sunday, which means no work, pajamas till lunchtime, and writing without interruption. Bliss.

ANGI: Salad or soup?
MAGGIE: Can I have both, please?

ANGI: Favorite TV rerun you watch every time you channel surf? 
MAGGIE: Grease seems to pop up on my screen very often. I know every song, every line if dialogue.

ANGI: Favorite date night…fancy or at home? 
MAGGIE: No, fancy, a restaurant with tablecloths on the tables. At home isn’t a date, it’s ordinary, everyday. And married to a chef, my cooking skills are too humble.

ANGI: Geek or Jock?
MAGGIE: Jock. I’m a bit, well, romantic, and a jock fits the profile. Not that I have anything against geeks – I am a bit geeky myself.

ANGI’s GOTTA ASK:  Where is your favorite writing space & why?
My study. Never before have I had a study and my writing corner was the corner of the lounge or the dining room table. Now, in my new house, I have a study, with a view of the garden. And it doesn’t matter how many scraps of paper I stick to the walls or how many maps and pictures of places are laying around.

 # 2 Moragh’s Ghost Saga – Poppet Nicole

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Bridesmaids, Weddings & Honeymoons #1

Bridesmaids, Weddings & Honeymoons #2

Bridesmaids, Weddings & Honeymoons #3

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MAGGIE WANTS TO KNOW: Is there such a thing as love at first sight?


Author Ellen Lindseth shines with her debut novel "A Girl Divided"

I can’t tell you how excited I am to introduce you all to my friend, critique partner and debut author, Ellen Lindseth. I’ve been waiting a long time for the world to get to read Ellen’s book A GIRL DIVIDED from Lake Union Publishers. I’m slightly biased because I’ve been reading this book from its beginning stages and pages, but I know you all are going to fall in love with this unique and lovely story. Help me welcome Ellen Lindseth.

A two-time Golden Heart finalist, Ellen writes emotional and romantic WWII women’s fiction. A world-traveler and small plane pilot, she lives in Minnesota with her husband, three rescue cats and an elderly bearded dragon.

Rural China, 1942. Twenty-two-year-old Eugenia Baker exists in a bubble as yet untouched by WWII. Content to help her father with his missionary work, Genie sees her future as a straight, if narrow, road—until an American pilot arrives, warning them of the approaching Japanese army.

Lieutenant Ted Younan is one of the Flying Tigers, volunteer fighters protecting China from aerial attacks. After rescuing Ted from his downed plane, Genie’s father asks the flyboy to get his daughter across the mountains so she can escape to the United States. To leave her beloved home—much less chaperoned by her father’s overbearing assistant, Nathan—is the last thing Genie wants, but she reluctantly agrees.

Ted is unlike any man Genie has known, and he opens her eyes to the idea of determining her own fate and chasing her dreams. But Genie has her doubts when tragedy thrusts responsibility upon her and the war creates unexpected opportunities, challenges…and temptations. Now, a world away from the woman she was, Genie must discover the woman she wants to be.


Ted held her gaze for a long moment after the dance ended. She felt as though she could fall into the mahogany depths, never to resurface. “We should probably go back to the table. Our drinks have arrived.”
Genie leaped back, mortified by her behavior. It’s embarrassing how you throw yourself at him. Nathan’s words sank like a dagger into her chest.
“It looks like Joe ordered us some food, too.” Ted gestured for her to lead the way. “Good man!”
She started for the table when she caught sight of George by the bar. He was chatting with a dark-haired woman in a green dress that left little to the imagination. Unexpectedly, his hand slid down the woman’s back to rest familiarly on her buttocks.
Actually, he was doing more than resting his hand on the silk-clad cheek; he was actively massaging it, the emerald fabric bunching under his fingers.
Genie slowed. “Ted . . . um . . . does George know that woman?”
Ted turned to follow her gaze. After what sounded like a muffled expletive, he immediately redirected her movements, cutting off her view. “Forget you saw that.”
“But he was . . .” A curious tension curled deep in her body as she sought the words to describe the scene, her mind’s eye caught by the sensual ripple of silk as it caught between his fingers, the displacement of the woman’s soft flesh beneath the fabric. Heat climbed up her neck, leaving her flushed, shaky.
“Doing nothing you needed to see. I guess they’ve lowered their standards since the last time I was through.”
“What do you mean?”
“Never mind. They’ll be leaving soon enough.”
Joe stood politely as she reached the table. “You kids have fun?”
“When did they start letting birds in?” Ted asked angrily before she could say a word.
Joe looked around the club. His eyebrows rose when he reached the bar area. “Well, well . . . so that’s why he sent a waiter back with the drinks.”
“Warn me if he starts to bring her this direction,” Ted growled as he pulled out her chair.
“No worries about that,” Joe said, resuming his own seat. “They’re heading toward the door.”
“What . . .” she began, and then the pieces began to fit: Ted’s discomfort, George’s hand so low, the tight dress, “birds” . . . birds of paradise, her father had once called them. “That woman was selling herself? She was a prostitute?”
She knew about prostitution, of course. The world’s oldest profession was mentioned several times in the Bible, and missionaries everywhere worked to stop the trade. She just hadn’t seen a fallen woman in the flesh before.
Her gaze flicked to the bar again. George and the girl were indeed gone. Her stomach clenched, but not with disgust as she had expected. Her emotions weren’t nearly that uncomplicated. To her shame, beneath her discomfort also lurked a certain fascination.
Picking up her fork, she couldn’t stop herself from wondering what would happen next. Where would the two conduct their business? In a room with a bed? An alley? Would they both disrobe? Or only the girl?
Would she, the girl, like it?
At that thought, she forgot to swallow and breathe separately, and choked.
Ted smacked her on the back. “You all right?”
She managed a smile over her glass. “Fine.”


LIZ: What was your favorite book as a child?
ELLEN: Wow, that’s a tough one! I would say the one that has stuck in my imagination the longest is The Island Stallion by Walter Farley. A wanna-be archaeologist on a pristine Caribbean Island with gorgeous wild horses … who wouldn’t be swept away? There was even a kind of HEA plot: would the hero win the stallion’s love and trust?

LIZ: How did you come up with the idea for this book? 
ELLEN: I’ve always been fascinated by the nooks and crannies of history, the things that get overlooked or overshadowed. In this case, it was China’s experience of WWII and the Women’s Airforce Service Pilots (WASPs) here in the United States. I also have to thank my childhood friend, Heather, for having a grandfather who was a missionary that traveled through China, and inspired the creation of my heroine’s father in the novel.

LIZ: If you described your book in three words, which would you choose?
ELLEN: Adventure, self-discovery, independence, I guess. Oh, and plot-twists, but that would be four, so never mind.

LIZ: You’ve been granted one superpower for one week. Which power would you choose, and what would you do with it?
ELLEN: I suppose it would come as no surprise to anyone who also knows I’m a pilot, but I would love to have Supergirl’s ability to fly. I’ve had more dreams than I could count about jumping into the air and then just floating there, completely defying gravity. It’s such a rush, even in my dreams.

LIZ: Name three things on your desk right now.
ELLEN: Two beanie baby cats (different colors) and a cross-stitch project I’ve been working on for nearly 20 years, but don’t tell anyone, or they’ll think I’m a procrastinator.

LIZ HAS GOTTA ASK: What’s the most personal thing you’ve ever put in one of your books?
ELLEN: The most personal thing in A GIRL DIVIDED is the terror Genie feels when she botches her first solo landing attempt. I’ve had my own hair-raising close calls, as has any pilot. We just rarely mention them to anyone other than other pilots, who would nod their heads in sympathy.

In A GIRL DIVIDED, Genie lets her friend talk her into swim lessons even though she’s terrified of water. When I turned 50, I challenged myself to earn my private pilot’s license, even though I was terrified. What’s the most challenging thing you have every done?
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She’s expecting a baby…

…but not to meet her Mr. Right!

After leaving her cheating ex, nurse Nychelle Cory decided to have the baby she’s always wanted through IVF. As she’s determined to raise her child alone, she must ignore her inconvenient attraction to gorgeous colleague Dr. David Warmington. Especially as David has his own reasons for not wanting a family. But could Nychelle’s long-awaited miracle help heal them both?

Author ANN MCINTOSH was born in the tropics, lived in the frozen North for a number of years, and now resides in sunny central Florida with her husband. She's a proud Mama to three grown children, loves tea, crafting, animals (except reptiles!), bacon, and the ocean. She believes in the power of diverse romances to heal, inspire and provide hope in our complex world.


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ANGI: How often do you get lost in a story?
ANN: As often as I possibly can. I usually have two or more books on the go at all times. The trick for me is, I don’t read romances when I’m writing a new book, just to make sure I don’t pick up another author’s cadence or turns of phrase, but that’s okay because I love a bunch of other genres too!

ANGI: What’s your favorite thing about your book’s hero?
ANN: David is the kind of man who makes everyone around him feel safe. His compassion and strength just shine through. Besides, he’s gorgeous, as my heroine acknowledges when she thinks,

‘No doubt if he wanted to he could make a lot of money modeling, showcasing expensive sunglasses on that chiseled face, the wind blowing through his toffee-colored hair. Or making women run out to buy cologne in the hopes of suddenly transforming their hubbies into a six-foot, two-inch wall of muscle, with linebacker shoulders and a bootie made for nipping. One glance from his intent blue eyes, reminiscent of the most gorgeous of Florida skies, could make the coldest heart quicken, even hers.’

What red-blooded woman could resist a man like that?

ANGI: What’s your favorite movie of all time?
ANN: Ummm…It’s a toss-up between It’s a Wonderful Life and Shawshank Redemption, with White Christmas a close contender. I don’t watch a lot of movies, so when I find myself watching one over and over, or it becomes entwined with my emotions, then I’d count it a favorite. I remember the first time I saw Shawshank Redemption. It moved me in ways a movie never had before and was unforgettable. Whenever I see it on the TV, I have to watch it, and it moves me all over again.

On the other side of the spectrum, I can’t transition from Thanksgiving to the Christmas season without seeing It’s a Wonderful Life, and the season doesn’t seem complete if I don’t watch White Christmas at least once. White Christmas also makes me think of my Dad, who was a huge fan of Bing Crosby and Danny Kaye.

ANGI: What’s your perfect day?
ANN: A warm but not overly hot day on the beach, under an umbrella, with a book. Walking to look for shells, and swimming in the sea. Then finding the perfect spot to watch the sunset with my sweetie. As the moon rises, we have drinks and dinner, and then dance to a live band.

ANGI: Salad or soup?
ANN: Depends on the salad, the soup, and my cravings at the time, but generally I’d say soup. I’ve only rarely met a soup I don’t like, while I tend to give anything fancier than a Caesar’s or Cobb salad the side-eye. I think that comes from my Jamaican background, where a little shredded cabbage and carrot, sliced cucumber and tomatoes (all grouped under the heading, “veg”) was the norm on a day-to-day basis. Oh, and may I mention my obsession with Cobb salad stems from the addition of bacon???

ANGI: Would you put yourself in a Fairy Tale or Action Adventure?
ANN: A Fairy Tale, because I’d want magic! I’m not athletic, so an Action Adventure wouldn’t work for me LOL! I always figure I’d be one of the first people to die in the zombie apocalypse…

ANGI: Favorite TV rerun you watch every time you channel surf? 
ANN: Forensics Files, LOL! My hubby teases me about how many investigative/crime TV shows I watch. Perhaps not what might generally be expected from a romance writer.

ANGI: Favorite date night…fancy or at home? 
ANN: This is a hard one, since I like both. But at heart I’m not that much of a dress-up, fancy kind of woman, so at home would be my choice of these two. Nice dinner, a little snuggling while we watch a movie, a couple of drinks… Yes, that would work quite nicely, thank you!

ANGI: Champagne or Soda?
ANN: Despite saying I’m not a fancy kind of woman, champers, darling!

ANGI: Geek or Jock?
ANN: Geek, unless the Jock is smart as well as athletic, because while a pretty body is lovely, smarts will win me over every time. Brains are so sexy, you know?

ANGI’s GOTTA ASK:  Where is your favorite writing place & why?
ANN’S GOTTA ANSWER: We have a window seat in the living room, which is at the front of our home. We live in a semi-rural area (our neighbors on one side have horses!) and the view through the sheers is of the lush, green Central Florida vegetation. I can see the blue of the sky through the tree branches, or the storms as they roll through, and the peaceful nature of it makes me happy and gives me the right frame of mind to concentrate on my story and characters, although when the barn cats come through I always have to stop and watch them hunting or playing. I have a desk in another room, but find myself in the window seat more often than not.

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Second chance in New York!

ER doctor Liz Prudhomme is stunned that nomadic former army doc Cort Smith is her hospital’s new trauma surgeon. Instantly she’s transported back to that amazing night when he showed her unimaginable pleasure! Their passion quickly reignites and Cort realigns Liz’s career-focused world. Before he moves on again, can she help the sexy but damaged doc realize they have something worth staying for?

The quiet click of the door opening had her scrambling for enough control to turn and face him, but she didn’t get a chance to pull herself together before his deep voice reached her.

“Are we here to talk, or something else?” He was close behind her. The heat pouring off his body made gooseflesh pop up all along her back and arms, and had her breath catching in her throat. “I’m taking nothing for granted when it comes to you, Liz, so tell me why I’m here.”

“I want you.” The words flowed far too easily from her lips, but it was the truth, and she was big on the truth, even if she didn’t feel ready to face him just yet. “Right now.”
“Good.” It was a growl, and he surrounded her with his strong, solid arms, the hardness of his erection pressing between her buttocks. “I wasn’t sure I’d be able to restrain myself if you wanted a discussion.”

She would have replied, except he nipped her nape, the sharp scrape of his teeth along the sensitive skin making her breath hitch and her mind stumble over its thoughts.

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A friend and I were discussing popular tropes and I confessed the one I have the most trouble enjoying is the Big Lie. You know, when a character inserts him- or herself into another character’s life under false circumstances. I think for me it is that trust is huge, and I often have difficulty believing that trust can be reclaimed after a beginning like that. Although I will admit to loving a couple of books with that trope, it’s one I have a hard time with, generally.

So, my question for you, dear readers, is: Do you have a favorite trope, and a least favorite?