Friday, September 22, 2017

Twilight Court Series Book Tour and Giveaway for a $10 Amazon Gift Card and Paperback

Twilight Court Series, Book 1
by Amy Sumida
Genre: Urban Fantasy Romance

From the award-winning author of The Godhunter Series comes an exciting new Urban Fantasy series!

Would you like to hear a real fairy tale? A story about the war between us and them. A war that led to a truce, and a truce that led to the creation of a secret society. There are councils you know nothing about, councils of fairies and of humans who write laws that govern us both. Laws you also know nothing about, yet you are held accountable to them. If you break these laws, the Wild Hunt of Fairy will come for you. But don't worry too much; it's hard to break laws concerning things you don't believe in. Fairies tend to break the truce more than humans, and that's where I come in. I'm part of a military force that monitors the Fey. When they cross the line, we extinguish their light ... permanently. I'm Extinguisher Seren Sloane, and I can tell you a real fairy's tale, if you're brave enough to listen.

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Link to the whole series:

Pixie-Led – Book 2

Raven-Mocking – Book 3

Here There Be Dragons – Book 4

Witchbane – Book 5

Elf-Shot – Book 6

Amy Sumida is the internationally acclaimed author of the award-winning Godhunter Series, the fantasy paranormal Twilight Court Series, the Beyond the Godhunter Series, the music-oriented paranormal Spellsinger Series, and several short stories. Her books have been translated into several languages, have made it to the top sellers list on Amazon numerous times, and the first book in her Spellsinger Series won a publishing contract with Kindle Press. 

She was born and raised in Hawaii, and brings her unique island perspective to all of her books. She doesn't believe in using pen names, saving the fiction for her stories. She's known for her kick-ass heroines who always have a witty comeback handy, and her strong, supporting male characters who manage to be sensitive and alpha all at once. 

All she's ever wanted to do, since she was a little girl, was to write novels. To be able to do so for a living is a blessing which she wakes up thankful for every day. Beyond her books, she enjoys collecting toys, to keep herself young, and cats, to keep herself loved. 

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Thursday, September 21, 2017

The Godhunter Series Book Tour and Giveaway for a $10 Amazon Gift Card and Paperback

The Godhunter, Book 1
by Amy Sumida
Genre: Paranormal Romance

From witch to Godhunter.

Sometimes a single fact can change a life completely. For Vervain Lavine, that change came when she learned the truth about the gods: who they really are, where they came from, and what they want from us. To survive, she learned how to track the gods and, even more importantly, kill them. But now the Godhunter is faced with yet another life-altering fact: a god who's on her side.

Godhunter won Best Paranormal Romance 2014 from

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Link to Series:

Of Gods and Wolves – Book 2
Oathbreaker – Book 3
Marked by Death – Book 4
Green Tea and Black Death – Book 5
A Taste for Blood – Book 6

The Tainted Web – Book 7
Harvest of the Gods – Book 8
A Fey Harvest – Book 9
Into the Void – Book 10
Out of the Darkness – Book 11

Perchance to Die – Book 12
Tracing Thunder – Book 13
Light as a Feather – Book 14
Rain or Monkeyshine – Book 15
Blood Bound – Book 16
Eye of Re – Book 17
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My Soul To Take – Book 18
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As the Crow Flies – Book 19
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Cry Werewolf – Book 20
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Pride Before a Fall – Book 21
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Amy Sumida is the internationally acclaimed author of the award-winning Godhunter Series, the fantasy paranormal Twilight Court Series, the Beyond the Godhunter Series, the music-oriented paranormal Spellsinger Series, and several short stories. Her books have been translated into several languages, have made it to the top sellers list on Amazon numerous times, and the first book in her Spellsinger Series won a publishing contract with Kindle Press. She was born and raised in Hawaii, and brings her unique island perspective to all of her books. She doesn't believe in using pen names, saving the fiction for her stories. She's known for her kick-ass heroines who always have a witty comeback handy, and her strong, supporting male characters who manage to be sensitive and alpha all at once. All she's ever wanted to do, since she was a little girl, was to write novels. To be able to do so for a living is a blessing that she wakes up thankful for every day. Beyond her books, she enjoys collecting toys, to keep herself young, and cats, to keep herself loved.

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Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Weed and Water Book Tour and Giveaway for a $50 Amazon Gift Card

Weed and Water
by Ian Dexter Palmer, Ph.D.
Genre: Christian/Inspiration
A mysterious stranger helps a teenage boy called Ethan rescue his mentor, an elderly father-figure, from drowning when their canoe capsizes in a flooding river. A star athlete, Ethan later gets involved in unsafe sex, which leads to drugs, and gets him blackballed by jealous and gossiping team-mates. The boy is going down, and at times hates himself for it and for hurting his mom who is a caring, loving, and beautiful woman. 

After another disastrous episode, where Ethan might have died, the river-stranger turns up again to confront him about his life choices. However, even after rehab, the boy’s condition is marked by a yo-yo attitude which causes massive emotional heartache for his mom. 

The river-stranger, after sharing his own amazing history, suggests taking the fight to another level which draws on the resources of God. This begins a new and fascinating sequence of events, including a tornado, which get Ethan’s attention. 

This book is a captivating story, packed with adventure in the desert Southwest and in the rivers and lakes of the Midwest USA. But it is also a goldmine of spiritual wisdom for teenagers. The mystery that permeates the story is compelling, and the thrilling ending may call for a tissue or two.

Originally from Australia, Ian lives in the high desert in his beloved Southwest USA. As a petroleum engineer, recently retired, he consulted all over the world. 

When he hikes with them or watches them play sports, Ian’s grandchildren are a particular source of happiness. 

His main interests are hiking, dancing, writing, and stimulating conversation. 

Ian regularly writes a new blog on various topics relating to Christian faith, and has also written a book called Hiking Toward Heaven.  

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Cover Reveal: "What the Valley Knows" by Heather Christie

What the Valley Knows
by Heather Christie
Publication date: January 25, 2018
Genres: Romance, Young Adult
Millington Valley is a quintessential small Pennsylvania town: families go back generations. Football rules. Kids drink while adults look the other way. High school is a whirlwind of aspiration and rivalry, friendship and jealousy. 
When smart and pretty Molly Hanover moves to town and attracts the attention of the football team’s hero, Wade Thornton—a nice guy with a bad drinking habit—longtime friendships are threatened and a popular cheerleader tries to turn the school against Molly. 
The young couple’s future is shattered when Wade, drunk, wrecks his truck and Molly is thrown through the windshield. She wakes from a coma to find her beauty marred and her memory full of holes. As she struggles to heal, she becomes sure that something terrible happened before the accident. And there is somebody in the valley who doesn’t want her to remember.

Author Bio:
Heather Christie grew up in rural Pennsylvania and, at age seventeen, took off for New York City in hopes of becoming a movie star. Flash forward several decades, a couple degrees, a bunch of cats, two kids and one husband later, she's back in Pennsylvania writing her heart out and chasing dreams again. She loves to read, run, drink tea, and make Sunday dinner. Follow her blog at and say “hello” on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. 


Pretend You're Safe Book Tour and Giveaway for a Print Book

Pretend You're Safe
by Alexandra Ivy
Genre: Romantic Suspense

He Sees You

First came the floods. Then came the bodies. The victims—strangled, then buried along the shores of the Mississippi—have finally been unearthed, years after they disappeared. He remembers every satisfying kill ... each woman’s terror and agony. But there’s only one he truly wanted. And fate has brought her within reach again...

He Knows You

Jaci Patterson was sixteen when she found the first golden locket on her porch. Inside were a few strands of hair wrapped around a scrap of bloodstained ribbon. Though the “gifts” kept arriving, no one believed her hunch that a serial killer was at work. Now Jaci has returned home ... and the nightmare is starting once more.

And He’ll Never Let You Go

Back then, Rylan Cooper was an arrogant deputy sheriff convinced that Jaci was just an attention-seeking teen. It was a fatal mistake. There’s a murderer in their midst, someone determined to settle old scores and keep playing a twisted game. And it won’t end until Jaci is his forever...

“Alexandra Ivy gives readers a nice balance of romance and suspense in her fast-paced, well-plotted novel.”--Kat Martin, New York Times bestselling author

An Excerpt from Pretend You're Safe

On some level Jaci knew that Elmer was keeping up a running conversation, but it was impossible to make out the words over the buzzing in her head. And thankfully the older man didn’t seem to expect a response as he coaxed her to drink the overly sweet coffee and eat one of the muffins she’d baked earlier that morning.

God, it seemed a lifetime ago.

Since then, a dead body had been found floating in a field. And a skull. The sheriff had dismissed her fears as if she was a whackadoodle. She’d endured a meeting with her mother. And her mysterious stalker had made a return, leaving one of his creepy lockets for her to find.

She didn’t know which was worse.

As she finished the muffin, however, the sugar kickedin and her shock began to ease. At least enough to be aware of the sound of the back door closing and Rylan moving to stand next to the sofa.

Tilting her head, she felt the familiar jolt of awareness.

The same awareness she’d felt when she’d returned home to see Rylan standing in her front yard. And again when she’d opened her eyes minutes ago to find him bending over her, his expression tight with concern.

Heck, she’d been aware of this man since she first understood the difference between boys and girls.

From a very young age, Rylan had been stunningly handsome. His features were finely chiseled, with a proud, aquiline nose and wide brow. His eyes had always been a fascinating shade of gold, but they were emphasized since his move to California, where his skin had been tanned to a rich bronze and his hair had been bleached to a light blond.

He also had the sort of body that made a woman itch to run her hands over every inch of his hard, perfectly sculpted muscles.

But it was his raw, male power that captured and held her attention. He had a potent energy that could fill a room and stir a woman’s deepest fantasy.

It was really no surprise she’d been plagued by a desperate puppy love for her gorgeous neighbor. Even when he’d made it painfully clear that he wasn’t, and never would be interested in her as more than a friend.

She was a young woman in a town where gorgeous men were few and far between. The only surprise would be if she hadn’t been obsessed with Rylan Cooper.

Now she grimly squashed her predictable response to his presence as she glanced toward the window. She could hear people moving around her porch, but she couldn’t see anyone.

“Where’s Mike?” she demanded.

Rylan’s gaze moved to the tray she’d set on the low coffee table, as if assessing whether or not he was satisfied with how much she’d managed to eat.

“He’s doling out duties to his deputies,” he at last said. “He’ll be in once he’s done.”

She frowned in confusion. “What duties?”

“Dusting for prints and taking pictures.”

“I asked Ed to photograph your driveway as well as the yard for any footprints,” Mike explained as he entered the living room, clearly having used the back door. “It’s a long shot, but it’s better than nothing.”

“Mike.” She managed a shaky smile as she watched her friend move across the room, taking a seat on the sofa next to her.

“Hey, Jaci.” He removed his hat, then reached to take her hand so he could give it a tight squeeze. “I’m so sorry. I should have listened to you earlier.”

She wrinkled her nose. “It doesn’t matter now.”

“It does, but we’ll discuss it later,” he said. Mike was the sort of person who was always harder on himself than anyone else. He glanced toward the looming Rylan. “We’ll need some privacy.”

Rylan frowned, clearly not happy. “Why?”

Elmer moved to grab his son’s arm. “Come on, Ry.” Rylan dug in his heels. “No.”

Mike narrowed his gaze. “Is there a problem?”

“Yeah,” Rylan said, his jaw tight. “Jaci just suffered asevere shock. I’m not leaving her here alone.”

Mike scowled. “She’s not alone.”

With a firm tug, Elmer was urging his son out of the room. “We’ll be in the kitchen.”

Mike watched them leave before he turned his attention back to Jaci.

“Is there something I should know?”

She gave a slow shake of her head. Rylan had always been the sort of guy who stuck up for the underdog. He’d punched the local bully, Joey Burke, in the nose for picking on the younger boys. And risked his neck to save a baby duck that was trapped in an abandoned well.

Was he feeling some need to be her protector because she’d fainted?

Or was it a symptom of his guilt because he hadn’t believed her when she’d asked for his help all those years ago?

“I think the world’s gone insane,” she said.

“Me too,” Mike agreed. He sounded like his day had been almost as crappy as Jaci’s. Quite a feat. “Now tell me about the locket.”

Jaci gave an abbreviated version of her return home to find the necklace hanging on her doorknob.
She didn’t need to share her breathless reaction when she’d first caught sight of Rylan. Or her awkward haste to get rid of him, which explained why she hadn’t noticed the locket until she was just inches from the door.

Mike nodded, reaching beneath his jacket to pull out a small notebook and pencil that he’d no doubt bought at the local dollar store. In this area, cops had a limited budget. They had to trim costs whenever possible.

“Did you notice anyone when you were driving home?” Assuming he meant after she’d turned onto the gravel road that ran in front of her house, she gave a shake of her head.

“No.” She stiffened as she recalled the SUV. “Oh.”


“I thought I saw Blake, but I can’t imagine what he’dbe doing out here.” She shrugged. “Besides, I spoke to Mother when I was in Baldwin and she mentioned he was flying back from St. Louis later tonight.”

A strange expression settled on his blunt features. “What about Christopher?”

“What about him?”

“Did you see him today?”

She stared at him in confusion. “I haven’t seen my halfbrother for almost two years, although I heard he’s back home,” she said.

Mike didn’t bother to write anything in his notebook. Instead he abruptly changed the direction of his questions.

“Is there anyone you can think of who would want to scare you?”

It was a question that had haunted her for years. “No.”

“Any enemies?” He held up a hand as her lips parted. “Even if you don’t think they would leave the locket?”


“You’re sure?” he pressed. “You’re a beautiful womanwith a growing business. That can make people jealous. Especially if they think your success has come at their expense.”

She forced herself to consider his words.

It was true that there had been a few local ladies who had their noses out of joint at the high demand for her pastries. And there had been at least two farmers who’d tried to pressure her into selling her grandfather’s land after his death.

But they certainly weren’t her enemies.

Well, not unless she counted her half sister, Payton. Butshe couldn’t make herself believe the younger woman would sneak around to try and terrify her. She far preferred being a bitch in public.

“I really can’t think of anyone,” Jaci insisted.

Mike tapped his pencil on the notebook. “There haven’t been any other threats?”

“What do you mean?”

“Strange phone calls? Letters? E-mails?”

She frowned with impatience. Why was he wasting time?

“Mike, we both know this isn’t about some neighborwho’s pissed off about me baking muffins or selling crafts in my garage. The locket has something to do with that body you found this morning.”

His lips flattened. “I don’t want to leap to conclusions.” She flinched, disappointment slicing through her. How many times did she have to go through this?

First the fear. The knowledge some sicko was out there playing with her emotions. Then the pain at the realization that no one believed her.


She started to stand, only to be halted when Mike placed a restraining hand on her shoulder.

“Jaci, I’m trying to protect you,” he growled. “Something I can’t do if I don’t keep an open mind and investigate every potential threat.”

There was a sincerity etched on his face that made her heave a small sigh.

“I’m sorry.” She wrapped her arms around her waist. She felt chilled to the bone. “I just can’t believe this is starting again.”

His hand lightly glided over her shoulder and down her arm. “You know you can stay with me until we figure this out.”

It was tempting. Not only because she was a little itchy at the thought of remaining in such an isolated spot on her own. But because no lunatic would dare to try and get to her while she was in the protective custody of the sheriff.

Only the knowledge that she couldn’t hide in Mike’s house forever made her stiffen her backbone.

She had a life. And this was her home.

She wasn’t going to let the mysterious jerk steal either of them from her.

Alexandra Ivy is the New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of romantic suspense, paranormal and erotic romance. She has also written Regency historicals under the name Deborah Raleigh. A five-time RT Book Award Finalist, Ivy has received much acclaim for her Guardians of Eternity, ARES Security, Immortal Rogues and Sentinels series. She lives with her family in Missouri and can be found online at

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Promo Blitz: "Adam: The Divine Bloodline Trilogy" by Ryder Lyne

Science Fiction, Dystopian
Date Published: September 19, 2017

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When the unearthing of the Ark of the Covenant results in the discovery of the bones of an angel, a government program seeks out descendants of the divine being. Scientists confirm the existence of Nephilim, descendants of the Divine Bloodline who exhibit unique supernatural abilities. These individuals soon find themselves at odds with society.

Sisters Piper and Wren knew they were different, but after the discovery, the two have evidence to explain their maturing abilities. But the government has the power to condemn and crucify Nephilim, locking them into ADAM compounds across the globe. The sisters are next, and Piper and Wren will need to act quickly to avoid being captured. In order to survive, the two must embrace the stigma and master the very gifts that God has bestowed (or cursed) upon them.

Mysterious forces who have been plotting these events for decades shift the balance of power, and soon all parties involved will need to pick a side.

About the Author

Ryder Lyne was born and raised in the Grand Canyon State and currently resides in Phoenix, Arizona. Her state has influenced many of her literary works including ADAM.

She enjoys hunting, fishing, camping, hiking, hunting, golf, and spending quality time with her husband, two shibainus, and immediate family members. Ryder played collegiate golf and lived in the woods for several months in an extreme survival bootcamp. All of these things and so much more have influenced her writing.

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Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Once a Rebel Book Tour and Giveaway for a Print Book

Once a Rebel
by Mary Jo Putney
Genre: Historical Romance

“Putney’s endearing characters and warm-hearted stories never fail to inspire and delight.”
—Sabrina Jeffries

A Rogue Redeemed

As Washington burns, Callista Brooke is trapped in the battle between her native England and her adopted homeland. She is on the verge of losing everything, including her life, when a handsome Englishman cuts through the violent crowd to claim that she is his. Callie falls into her protector's arms, recognizing that he is no stranger, but the boy she'd once loved, a lifetime ago.

Lord George Gordon Audley had been Callie’s best friend, and it was to Gordon she turned in desperation to avoid a loathsome arranged marriage. But the repercussions of his gallant attempt to rescue her sent Callie packing to Jamaica, and Gordon on a one way trip to the penal colony of Australia.

Against all odds, Gordon survived. Finding Callie is like reclaiming his tarnished soul, and once again he vows to do whatever is necessary to protect her and those she loves. But the innocent friendship they shared as children has become a dangerous passion that may save or destroy them when they challenge the aristocratic society that exiled them both….

An Excerpt from Once a Rebel

Washington, DC
August 24, 1814

Usually the capital of the young United States bustled with energy and ambition, but four days after the British Army made its nearby landing, Washington was as deserted as a plague city. Callie had hardly slept at all the previous night. In the darkest hours, she saw the light of a fire to the northeast. A bridge burning, she guessed.

This morning she’d chosen her clothing carefully, deciding on a blue gown that was elegant but simple so that she would look like a modest lady deserving of respect. She also pulled her hair back into a prim knot since it was too colorful to be respectable.

Now it was late afternoon and the artillery that had boomed earlier had fallen menacingly silent. The nearby battle must be over, but what had happened? Calliemoved restlessly around her house, oppressed by the silence and wishing desperately that there was something she could do.

She almost jumped out of her skin when her front door knocker was rapped, but it was a polite-sounding knock. With her loaded pistol in her left hand and concealed in the folds of her gown, she warily opened the door. A harried-looking man dressed as a clerk bowed slightly. “I’m Mr. Williams from the Treasury Department, ma’am. We’re trying to move as many records as we can out of the city. Do you have a horse and wagon my department can borrow? I’ll give you a receipt.”

Grateful that her household had left for Baltimore the morning after Callie had received news of the British landing, she said, “I’m sorry, my horses and cart are in Baltimore with my family.”

He sighed. “A wise decision, but I wish you had more horses and wagons!” He touched the brim of his hat. “You stay safe, ma’am.”

“You also, Mr. Williams.” She closed the door. He wasn’t the first to come by foraging for transportation for vital documents, but he might be the last.

She’d told her two young seamstresses to stay home with their families. Many of the few people left in town were women like herself who were staying in the hope that they could save their homes. It wasn’t a vain wish. Several women in towns around the Chesapeake had been able to persuade British officers not to torch their homes. It was worth the risk of her remaining here.

She was sewing trim on a gown when she heard shouting outside. Again she opened the door, and saw a battered militia officer trotting down the street. Seeing her, he called, “There’s been a battle at Bladensburg and the British routed us! They could be here in a matter of hours, so lock your doors and pray!”

Now that the danger was imminent, she felt surprisingly calm. She’d never been good at waiting. After locking her front door, she left the house through the kitchen and walked quickly down the side street to bring the news to her friend Edith Turner, an older widow who had been the first to welcome Callie to the city. With invasion imminent, Edith had taken in several elderly friends who didn’t have the strength to evacuate.

She answered the door at Callie’s first knock, her face worried. “There’s news?”

“Yes, a militiaman reported that the British routed our forces at Bladensburg.”

Edith gasped. “That’s only a few miles way!”

“The militiaman said to lock our doors and pray,” Callie said grimly. She gave her friend a swift hug. “That’s good advice. Stay safe, Edith!”

Her friend hugged her back. “You also, my dear.”

As Callie returned to the safety of her own solidbrick home, she heard a booming explosion to the east, in the direction of the battle. At a guess, American forces had blown up another bridge to slow the British advance. Wryly she wondered if Americans were doing more damage to their capital than the British would have done.

Half an hour or so later, she peered out her front curtains and saw retreating militiamen trickling past. One looked over and saw the movement of her curtain. He spoke to the young man next to him, and the two turned in to her front walk. More knocking. They looked more frightened than threatening, so she opened the door, though once more she kept her pistol handy.

“Ma’am.” The taller of the two young men coughed, then started again. “Ma’am, could we have some water?Please? Me and my brother are like to keel over.”

“Of course. Get in the shade of that tree and I’ll bring you some,” she replied.

Guessing there would be more men needing water, she brought two full buckets and a pair of ladles. “Help yourselves. There’s more where this came from.”

“The only Americans who knew how to fight were Commodore Barney’s flotilla men,” the taller brother said bitterly after he thirstily gulped down a ladleful of water. “They been fightin’ the British Navy up and down the bay for months. They knew how to stand their ground! I heard some of ’em say they’d keep fighting all through the streets of Washington.”

Seeing their humiliation, Callie said quietly, “If soldiers aren’t experienced and the whole company collapses and retreats, there’s no point in individual soldiers staying to fight. Your mother wouldn’t like it if you got yourself killed for no good reason.”

“The lady is right, Jem,” the shorter brother said. “Ma would kill us again if she thought we was that stupid.” He drank deeply, then poured a ladleful of water over his head to cool himself down. “We ran today, but by God, we’ll fight again another day!”

“They’ll not take Baltimore!” Jem used the ladle to fill his empty pewter canteen. “Thank you kindly, ma’am. We’ll be on our way again. It’s a long hike north.”

Callie wished them well and refilled the water buckets, leaving them on the edge of her lawn with the ladles so other retreating soldiers could drink. Then she withdrew into her house again, pulled the curtains, and waited.

The summer days were long in August, and it wasn’t yet full dark when she heard the sound of marching men. She took her pistol in hand again. A single shot wouldn’t be of any use against an army, but she felt better for having a weapon to hand.

Needing to see, she pulled her curtains open a sliver and peered out. A group of several dozen soldiers was marching past her house with mounted officers in the lead. They were heading toward the capital building and flying a white flag of truce.

She sighed with relief. Perhaps the British wanted to negotiate a ransom that would save the city from being destroyed.

Being female, Callie thought a ransom in return for sparing the capital was a fine idea, though she suspected that many men had too much pride to give money to the enemy even to save the city. But even if the government was willing to be reasonable, she wasn’t sure there was anyone left in Washington with the authority to negotiate.

She studied the riders. That erect man in the lead wore the insignia of a major general and was surely Robert Ross, the commander of the army forces. One of Wellington’s top generals in the Peninsular wars, he was said to be a just and honorable man who didn’t wreak havoc on civilians. But the man riding next to him . . .

She frowned. An admiral of the Royal Navy rode be-side Ross. That must be George Cockburn, who had been named the most hated man in America because of his months spent slashing and burning up and down the Chesapeake Bay. He’d destroyed whole towns as punishment for American destruction in Canada.

It was said that Cockburn’s older brother had died fighting the rebels during the American Revolution, so the admiral had a very personal hatred for Americans. Callie hoped that since they were on land, General Ross had command over Cockburn.

The troops were moving in good order despite having fought and marched on a very long, hot day. The group was directly in front of her house when she heard noise from upstairs. Footsteps?

She went from nervous to near panic in the space of a heartbeat. The lock on the kitchen door at the back of the house was a simple one and wouldn’t resist a determined housebreaker, and the servants’ stairs ran up from the kitchen. The noise of marching troops must have drowned out any sounds until now.

Clutching her pistol, she headed for the stairs to investigate, but before she could start up, a ragged blast of rifle shots boomed from directly over her head. Hell and damnation! Some American soldiers weren’t giving up, and they had chosen her house as a sniper post!

Mary Jo Putney is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who has written over 50 novels and novellas. A ten-time finalist for the Romance Writers of America RITA, she has won the honor twice and is on the RWA Honor Roll for bestselling authors. She has been awarded two Romantic Times Career Achievement Awards, four NJRW Golden Leaf awards, plus the NJRW career achievement award for historical romance. Though most of her books have been historical romance, she has also published contemporary romances, historical fantasy, and young adult paranormal historicals.

Mary Jo Putney, Jo Beverley, Joanna Bourne, Patricia Rice, Nicola Cornick, Cara Elliott, Anne Gracie, Susan King are the ladies otherwise known as the Word Wenches. These eight authors have written a combined 231 novels and 74 novellas. They’ve won awards such as the RITAS, RT Lifetime Achievement award, RT Living Legend, and RT Reviewers Choice award. Several of them are regulars on the New York Times and USA Today bestseller lists.

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