Title: Bearly Safe Series:
Texan Bears #1 Genre:
paranormal romance Release Date: June 1st, 2017 Publisher:
Fiery Heart Publishing Heat Level:
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Blurb: Attending a co-worker's Halloween party dressed as a sexy fairy was the worst decision Shelby Maxwell made all week. That is until she lets her temper get the best of her in front of Dallas's finest and ends up in the back of a police cruiser. Too bad the gorgeous jerk responsible for her bad behavior didn't have the sense to avoid the police, himself.
When someone shoots up the party, the gorgeous jerk, Nick Kang, sprouts fur, explodes out of the police cruiser, and saves the day. Nick's jerk streak continues as he leaves Shelby to explain what happened.
After her name is released to the press, a penitent Nick arrives to protect Shelby from the killer's mafia associates. Close quarter guarding leads to close quarter groping and a little more intimacy than Shelby is prepared for. But it may be time to put her past behind her and accept far more than the safety Nick offers.
Recently, I've noticed something quite a bit odd. I mean look at this chicken breast. What in the world?
When I was a kid, I was introduced to raising chickens by my parents. We had a few in this back shed, that sort of reminded me of a tiny shack that settlers had built back in the 1800's or whenever. Let's not delve into my errant history knowledge though, okay? The point is, the wooden shack had an covered area in the back, and in there, we raised chickens.
Now if you're squeamish you might not want to read this part.
I can remember when the chickens got big enough to eat.
I can remember my father chopping off their heads.
And what is nightmare inducing is the chickens literally ran around with their head chopped off after said chopping. Not really something a kid who always slept with a nightlight on should see.
Mom and I were discussing this childhood trauma the other day, and what did she do, she added to the nightmare. She said when she plucked the chickens their feathers were covered with these white bugs. GAG! Nope! Eww!
I remember the taste too, because yeah, we did eat them. My parents were big in gardening and all that jazz so.. anyway, the meat was really chewy. Now mind you this was like thirty-plus years ago, maybe more, and I still remember. So, in summary, comparing that fresh chicken oh, so long ago to these mega-enhanced breasts, I don't know what to say. I will say that I do think chicken tastes different. I have watched a documentary on these chicken farms where the poor chickens can't even walk because of their genetically enhanced breasts.
So, maybe I'll do a taste test comparison. Or grab some organic chicken sometime, because chicken's walking around with Double DD's just seems a tad unnatural. And yes, I realize mass production of food for the masses is the thing now. Cheap, quick, easy, but I just don't know. These monster chicken breasts give me the creeps a little, but no, I don't want to go back to chopping my own, so...I'm up for suggestions. Anyone?
Book 3 in Guardians of Agalrae Series
in 2015 and Ariel: The First Guardian
in 2016, Scrogham is releasing the third book in the Guardians of Agalrae series. Rabashani: The Half-blood Guardian
takes readers into a wintery setting and picks up about a year after Ariel: The First Guardian
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“I wanted to show readers a new side of Agalrae,” Scrogham says. “It’s more than just mountains and Alicorns. As I got to know more of the Guardians, I realized some of them were native to Agalrae. Rabashani is one of those characters.”
Rebecca LeHaye is a half-elf that is so desperate to escape from her past that she changed her name. She hasn’t been called Rabashani since she lived in the Frostlands. After her father is suddenly killed, a series of events leads her back to her icy homeland where she must confront the two people who hurt her most – her sister and her ex-fiancé.
“We all have those people in our lives that are hard to forgive,” Scrogham says. “And sometimes, no matter how hard we try, circumstances don’t work out in our favor. Rabashani’s story is about forgiving yourself.”
At least two more books are planned for the Guardians of Agalrae series. The next release will wrap up the events of Rabashani’s story, and the following book will fast forward into time to take a peek at what happened to Chase and Lauren. Rabashani: The Half-blood Guardian is a new adult paranormal romance scheduled to release on May 1, 2017.
Rebecca has all the love, support, and sunshine she ever wanted with her Guardian partner Seth at her side. The trouble starts one day when letters arrive from her deceased elven father. She has inherited a position of power and will be forced to return to a frosty homeland she swore to forget.
Home is worse than she remembered. The underworld is preparing for war and the elves are divided regarding who should lead them—the immortal council or a dictatorship under Rebecca’s mortal half-blood. Her grip on her safe world falls apart when Seth is thrown in prison for treason.
Unable to forgive her family for the wounds inflicted upon her long ago, Rebecca is left alone with her inner demons as darkness descends. Bitter barriers consume her and she finds herself playing into the hands of the underworld she swore to destroy. Forgiveness is the only way to save her soul, and that’s not something she’s willing to offer.
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I yank Mother’s necklace until the clasp breaks and falls into my hands. A small part of my heart cries out. But she is gone. I was too young to remember her. Her necklace meant home to me, a place of security and safety. The Frostlands are the farthest thing from safe. As I stalk back into the warehouse with Mother’s necklace in my hand, my feet echo down the quiet hallway, and I settle on the final decision that calms me.
I will burn everything. The letters, my elvar garb, yes, even my bow. I can make another. My new life with Seth officially begins today, and though Kimji disturbed us yesterday, I will not allow a twist to deter me from this home I’ve chosen. Everything will be left in ash as a reflection of what the Frostlands did to my heart.
I am no longer Rabashani the half-elf. I am Rebecca Morgans, formerly Rebecca LeHaye, human newlywed. That strength in my new identity, one I choose, hardens me as Seth and I ride out to the mainland in the heat of the day. Stalks of grass brush my ankles from Valkadash’s back. She surges underneath me, hoisting her yellow legs twice as high to carry me through the browning meadow grass. We’re out in the open space, cantering through the heart of the mainland just beyond the trees bordering the beach. I ride straight ahead toward a river I know is there but I cannot yet see. This area of Agalrae is too open to be occupied by any herds.
“We’re leaving them behind,” Valkadash huffs.
I lean back, inviting her to slow. She tosses her yellow head like a dandelion stirred by the breeze, and then we’re walking. Kiera’s red body swishes through the grass until she catches up with Valkadash. They saunter side by side, but Seth is pale on Kiera’s back.
“The ride is smoother at a faster gait,” I mention, trying to hide the smirk from my lips. If he would only relax, he may enjoy the ride.
“You know how I feel about that,” Seth mutters.
“You could ride with me.” My voice drops low even though it wasn’t my original intent to fill my words with innuendo.
Seth smiles with half of his mouth. “Later.” He looks up at the sky patched with clouds. “Is this a good spot?”
“As fine as any.” I dismount into grass higher than my hips and tug off my shoulder satchel. Everything is inside that I’m ready to burn, except for my bow. I rip up a few stalks of grass to give me access to the ground and dirt, though I don’t intend for this fire to get out of control. Nostalgia rises in me next to a grip of alarm. Am I really going through with this? Burn everything, even without reading a single letter?
It won’t matter. The letters, the summons, none of it will change my decision. I will not go back to the Frostlands.
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First off let me answer the burning question, Is the basket still on the stairs? Nope. Jake carried it up yesterday afternoon, without my having to ask, which makes me happy but also makes me feel like a bit of jerk for doubting him.
Now, let me say, I MISS BOXING. I stopped back in March because I was set to have a laparoscopy and an ablation treatment. I'm not sure I've spelled either of those correctly, but no matter, when the doctor got in there, my endometriosis was so bad she just said, well nevermind. So I have a hysterectomy coming up that will leave nothing but my left ovary. Fun times. So, I've been pushed into early menopause after a shot of Lupron to help with the endo. Hot flashes are a bitch!
Anyway, back to boxing, so I haven't boxed for a month and a half after doing so for basically two years. Hitting that bag is so therapeutic. I have a lot of inner stress, that I mostly create for myself, but it's there and boxing helped. So, I plan on going back next week and also working on eating better. I say this every day. Not that I think I've done so great, but I can get up each day and try again.
Another part of my Tranfor-MAY-tion besides healthier eating and beating a boxing bag is working on my social media presence. This will include more blog posts, tweets, and Instagram posts.
My next post will discuss a Leaky Gut test my sister wants me to take, and I'll keep you up to date on the whole hysterectomy situation. I know a lot of women have gone through them and I'll survive. My prob is the endo has attached to the bowel which means my poo tubes need to be cleared by one surgeon before my awesome gyno can go in and take out all the essential female parts. As I said, fun times. And probably TMI
Let's see if I can get healthier and fitter by the end of the month, and maybe, just maybe by the time Writers On The River rolls around in July, I'll be a few pounds lighter in body and in mind.
I don't know if you watched the show Everybody Loves Raymond, but the show really annoyed me, at times. The fact that Deborah never seemed to win, drove me batty.
One episode sticks in my mind because it resonates with me every day. Raymond went on some trip or the family did, something, and Deborah left the suitcase on the stairs, waiting for someone to notice and carry it up. Now I work from home, and I do appreciate the fact that my husband works very hard all day, but I find it very humorous when on a weekly basis, I have laundry baskets on the stairs waiting to be carried up, folded, and put away- which I will do no problem. What bugs me is when I carry one up and ask, "Um, didn't you see the baskets on the stairs? Couldn't you have carried one up?" To which the answer is always, "My hands were full." Really?
IT"S A BASKET!! They are made to put things in. They make transport of such objects in your hands easier to carry.
So, for fun, I've left a basket on the stairs.
Let's see how long it takes before someone else in this house carries it up without my having to ask.
Yes, I'm being snarky, but it's also just a tad funny. (in my opinion)
I'll let you know the results soon. We have friends visiting so I'll be forced to carry it up at some point, but let's just see how my laundry challenge goes.
Luckily the basket doesn't have cheese in it like Deborah's suitcase did in the Everybody Loves Raymond episode, but the whole thing still does stink!
Central Illinois author event brings romance and healing!www.writersontheriver.weebly.com Writers On The River
, an author signing and book sale event, will feature 80+ romance authors at the Par-A-Dice Hotel, 21 Blackjack Blvd in East Peoria on Saturday, July 8th, 2017. New York Times
and USA Today
best sellers will be in attendance. This event is hosted by Healing With Words. The signing will begin at Noon for VIP guests and 1pm for general admission and will end at 4pm.
Last July, The Writers On The River raised $1,500 for Thistle Farms. For more information, please visit www.thistlefarms.org
Healing With Words is a not for profit established for healing survivors of abuse, addiction, trafficking, and prostitution. We feel the best way to spread love is to share the love of reading. Through the written word, persons can find an escape and a form of entertainment.
Our mission is to bring together readers, authors, and survivors in a positive manner that affects change and relief from negative influences.
· Event coordinators are available for interviews.
· Media tickets available upon request.
Quotes from our 2016 authors:
WOTR was not only well organized but also the highlight of the summer!” Emily Pearson
“Highlights? Many- reader turnout was fantastic… Organization…from the moment I signed up the communication helped keep things flowing smoothly…Bravo ladies” Aly Grady
“…Setup was great, the turnout fantastic…My sales were in the top five for events I’ve attended” CM Michaels
“We can honestly say that Writers On The River 2016 was one of our favorite book signings and we will definitely be back next year” – Kennedy Layne & Top Griz
“I loved it all! Sales were fabulous, fans were happy…You ladies rocked it!” Dawn Brower
“What wasn’t a highlight?...It was a non-stop flow of people…” Sierra Hill
“Writers On the River was my favorite book signing event of the year!” Michelle Sharp
“Where do I begin?? Organized, event room was spacious, volunteers were vey helpful. You ladies outdid yourselves.” JM Walker
What are five things you believe every author should have when starting a writing career?
Steel spine, marketing knowledge, love of self, belief in your product, and a gaggle of author friends. Author friends is actually the most important part. IMO
Who would you invite to dinner and why?
Elvis, because he’s Elvis.
My grandmother, because I’d like her to meet my son.
Freddie Mercury, because I love his music, and I’d like to hear the truth of his life.
Lastly, a panel of women throughout time, how did they ever make it? Specifically a few brave gals who survived on their own while their loved ones fought in the Civil War. Women who fought for our right to vote. Women who fought for our health care. A glimpse into their strength and persistence would be fascinating.