Wednesday, January 29, 2020

Terry Graham interview and new release ~ A Matter of Manners

Welcome to my blog, Terry.
We all have a special relationship with books and writing. Each is different. We’d like to know more about how you developed your relationship.

1-      Were either of your parents avid readers? Did they read to you when you were a small child?

My mother read all the time, or at least as much as someone with six children, a husband, and a job could. I’m sure she probably read to us, though I don’t have any real memories of her doing so. She definitely contributed to my love of reading though, because she handed us Nancy Drew and Hardy Boy books when we complained we were bored, and later, when we ran out of those, she started us on Dame Barbara Cartland. The queen of romance at the time, she kept us reading a long, long time. Lol

2-      Can you remember when you began choosing books to read on your own? What kind of books were they?

My earliest memory of any kind, really, is the first day of kindergarten or pre-k, don’t remember which it was, but I vividly recall the bookcase filled with books and deciding that I was going to learn to read because I wanted to read every one of them. I didn’t really choose my own books until much later, and until I was a teenager, my mom made ‘suggestions’. I was probably in junior high when she started taking us to the library, then early in high school my aunt started giving us books. Those were the ones I devoured. Victoria Holt’s On the Night of the Seventh Moon sticks in my mind as my first foray into the true romance genre. Kathleen Woodiwiss, Rosemary Rogers, Johanna Lindsey and all those other authors whose alpha heroes would have been accused of harassment today spoke to me. That’s probably where my BDSM leanings originate.

3-      What kind of student were you in school? How would your teachers and friends describe you then?

I was an avid student and remember finding my first grade report card a few years later. The teacher had written that I was a joy to have in school but that I needed to spend less time with the adults and more time making friends with my classmates. So I guess you could say I was the teacher’s pet, and to this day I gravitate toward people who are older. I married a man thirteen years older than me, and after I divorced him, had a relationship with a man who was fourteen years older. I suppose it was probably because I was more intelligent than most of my classmates. They all wanted to play outside, while I wanted to learn and read.

4-      How many books would you say you read in a month’s time after you left home and before you started writing?

Before I started writing, I’d chew through books at a rate that was too high to sustain. I could finish most books in less than two days. Back then, you couldn’t get books off the internet, so I had to rely on libraries. I grew up in a very small town of less than two hundred residents, so the library was small. I swear I went through every romance novel and most of the general fiction before I graduated high school.

5-      What kind of books did you prefer as an adult?

In high school and college, I went through phases. One year it would be romance, the next science fiction, then fantasy, then spy thrillers. I always liked the classics too, like Dickens, Dumas, Austin and the Bronte sisters, but I always came back to historical romance. After college, when I married and had a son, I couldn’t read as much, so I concentrated on the stories I liked most. At first that was sci-fi and fantasy, but then I gravitated back toward the historical romance and haven’t left it since.

6-      When was the first time you imagined a story you wanted to write and actually picked up a pen?

I distinctly remember I reached a point where I was having trouble finding good romances. Again, it was before the advent of Amazon, so books were hard to come by and I couldn’t afford to spend as much as I would have needed. I don’t remember the name of the book, but I borrowed a Scottish historical romance from the library and was extremely disappointed by it. The writing had been mediocre, and the ending left me gaping in disbelief. I threw the book down, thinking “I can write a better book than that!” That night visions of a Scottish laird and an English woman started forming in my head. I kept pushing them aside, but they wouldn’t go away until I started writing it. It took about four years to finish that one, and of course it was so badly written I couldn’t even find a publisher to consider it, but it started me on the path. Today, I’m working on rewriting that very story. I have a contract for my second story, which I had already re-written, and when my editor heard that it was the second in a series, she said she wanted them both. The book coming out at the end on January, A Matter of Manners, was my third story and completely different. That one took years too because it kept veering into erotic romance, before that was a thing.

Jeremy Wyles believes himself sterile. He's also a sadist and fears no lady would agree to marry him. When a woman shows up on his doorstep, pregnant and claiming to be his wife, he'll do whatever is necessary to ensure his dukedom has an heir. A loveless marriage in name only seems the perfect solution, but his disobedient duchess stirs his desire for discipline...and something more.
Irish rebel Kathleen "Katy" Brennan only seeks recompense from the husband whose cousin married her by proxy and left her with child. The bargain he offers is tempting. He'll claim her baby as his own, and she can become the grand lady she's always imagined. There's just one condition she's not sure she can live with. The delicious-looking duke refuses to touch her...ever.
Can Jeremy put aside the wicked urges that rule his life, or will Katy's rebellious spirit destroy his tenuous control?

What better way to await Valentine's Day than with a red hot erotic romance?

     A marriage of convenience...or could it be more?
     “Bollocks!” The expletive burst out, unbidden.
     He had to stop using the word before it slipped out
in the wrong setting.
     At least it got her attention. Her moss-colored
eyes widened, and her lips parted in surprise.
     Another flicker of want paralyzed him.
     “I should go.” With a grace that took his breath
away, she rose and turned toward the door. This
time, though, her feet inched forward.
     “Stop!” Try as he might, it came out as a
      She dropped into the chair, her porcelain skin
fading to the pasty white color it had taken on when
she vomited.
      He raked his fingers through his hair. What was
happening? Besides him losing control?
      “You’ve done nothing wrong,” he explained.
“It’s George I wish to thrash.”
      To his surprise, she harrumphed in a very
unladylike manner. “Might I watch?”
      Her hand flew up and covered her mouth.
Wide, emerald eyes with thick, long lashes stared at
him, half horrified. Then she lifted her chin in
      Damn, she was pretty. Dark cherries and
clotted cream pretty.
      Footsteps echoed from the hallway, drawing
her attention, but Jeremy continued to stare. He
didn’t care who entered. He wanted to ogle her for a
few minutes.
     “Speak of the devil,” her luscious lips muttered.

Author Bio:
Terry Graham has been imagining love stories since she began playing with Barbie and Ken. In high school, she read Barbara Cartland along with Dickens, Austen, Asimov and everything else she could get her hands on. After two careers, as a chemist and a computer programmer, she retired to try her hand at writing. Terry lives in upstate New York with her cat Amber. She's divorced with a grown son who makes it all worthwhile.

Wednesday, December 11, 2019

Mary Morgan ~ To Weave A Highland Tapestry

*Today I'm turning my blog over to an award-winning author and WRP sister, Mary Morgan. Take it away, Mary. ~ Sandy*

Six Reasons You Should Read My Book TO WEAVE A HIGHLAND TAPESTRY

1. You are transported to Scotland and visit not one, but two Scottish castles! One is my fictional castle called, Leòmhann, and the other is Urquhart Castle—home of the Dragon Knights of Scotland.

Psst…I’ll share an important fact with you. I’ve visited Urquhart two years ago and spent almost four hours wandering the ruins. Pure bliss!

2. You will learn some interesting facts on how to remove an arrow barb in a shoulder. The hero, Patrick MacFhearguis (a 13th century highlander) is injured and part of the arrow is embedded in his shoulder. Not an easy task to witness for the heroine, Gwen Hywel, who is from the present century. 

3. You get to experience a 13th Midwinter feast at Urquhart Castle. The MacKay clan (Dragon Knights) love to celebrate—from family, friendships, and love. This feast will spark something wonderful within Patrick MacFhearguis.

4. You will meet an ancient Fae weaver. She imparts words of wisdom for the heroine, Gwen Hywel. Yet oftentimes with the Fae, the messages have mixed meanings.

5. Not only is this story about a tapestry being commissioned for the Winter Solstice, but a love story based on what happens when you grasp a single golden thread and dare to take a leap of faith.

6. If you’ve enjoyed my first series, Order of the Dragon Knights, you’ll get to revisit some of the family members again. 

I challenge you, dear readers, to fall in love this holiday season with Patrick and Gwen’s magical love story!

*That's a great list, Mary, but I can give 196 reasons. That's the number of pages the readers are feverishly flipping when they can't put the book down. And, let's not forget this fabulous cover - 197! ~ Sandy*

TO WEAVE A HIGHLAND TAPESTRY (A Tale from the Order of the Dragon Knights)
By Mary Morgan
Release date: December 9, 2019
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Genre: Time-travel/Scottish medieval/Paranormal Romance
Length: Novel

Patrick MacFhearguis, hardened by battles won and lost, desires what he can never have—peace within his heart and soul.  Yet, the ever-meddling Fae weave a new journey for him to conquer—a task this highlander is determined to resist.
When skilled weaver, Gwen Hywel, is commissioned to create a tapestry for the MacFhearguis clan, she embraces the assignment. While seeking out ideas, she finds herself clutching the one thread that can alter the tapestry of her life and heart.
A man conflicted by past deeds. A woman with no family of her own. Is it possible for love to unravel an ancient past, in order to claim two badly scarred hearts? Or will the light of hope be doused forever?

“Where is the pain?”
“It’s tolerable.” She refused to appear weak, returning the same remark he had shared with her earlier.
Patrick reached for her hand. His warmth and strength seeped through her skin. “Place both your hands against the bark with your feet some distance apart.”
“And why am I doing this?”
The beginning of a smile tipped the corners of his mouth. “Trust me, lass. Ye are in pain from riding stiffly for many hours.”
For reasons she couldn’t fathom, Gwen had faith in the man. Removing her hand from his, she did as he instructed.
His presence loomed from behind her. “If ye will permit me, I shall roll my knuckles along your back.”
Heat flared instantly up her neck, but Gwen nodded, giving him permission.
When the first contact of his fist swept across her back, Gwen let out a moan. Pain and pleasure fought for dominance. She closed her eyes against the sensation of his healing and seductive touch, allowing her body to ease from its rigid position.
“Let your limbs relax,” he urged.
“Feels so good,” she mumbled.
He splayed his fingers and massaged the knots along the column of her neck. Delicious pinpricks trickled down her back, along with the melting snow on her head. Gwen knew she presented a wretched sight, but she gave no care. His fingers caressed the top of her spine, and wove their way down to both shoulders. By the time he finished, her body was on fire with another type of ache, but her muscles had loosened up. There was no denying the man ignited a spark within her.
Gwen turned around slowly.
He placed his hand above her on the tree, trapping her against the rough bark with his body. Lowering his head near her ear, he whispered. “Better?”
The word had her breathing rapidly. Gwen did the unthinkable and pressed her cheek against him—his beard grazing her face. “Yes.”
“Good,” he breathed the word against her skin and withdrew.
He held her captive with the intensity of his gaze—compelling and magnetic. She had contained her inner woman within a cocoon for so long she yearned to be set free. If this was a distorted nightmare, she was determined to leave it on a positive experience.
When neither made a move to part, the butterfly emerged. Gwen lifted her hand and cupped his cheek. His eyes darkened as he turned his face into her palm, pressing his warm lips against her skin. A new and unexpected heat rushed inside her, and she gasped with the pleasure.
Patrick took a step back, breaking their connection. A slash of wind slapped across her face, cooling the heat of their encounter.

*If you're still not convinced, check out the five-star reviews rolling in on Amazon, (Including my own). It's another smash hit! ~ Sandy*

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About the Author:
Award-winning Celtic paranormal and fantasy romance author, Mary Morgan, resides in Northern California with her own knight in shining armor. However, during her travels to Scotland, England, and Ireland, she left a part of her soul in one of these countries and vows to return.
Mary's passion for books started at an early age along with an overactive imagination. Inspired by her love for history and ancient Celtic mythology, her tales are filled with powerful warriors, brave women, magic, and romance. It wasn't until the closure of Borders Books where Mary worked that she found her true calling by writing romance. Now, the worlds she created in her mind are coming to life within her stories.

If you enjoy history, tortured heroes, and a wee bit of magic, then time-travel within the pages of her books.

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Wednesday, November 20, 2019

2 new erotic romances by Marie Tuhart

I'm so happy to have Marie Tuhart on Between the covers again with not one but two new erotic romances. Here is the question I posed to her...

Sandra asked me about the craziness of publishing, releasing and promotion two books at the same time. All I can say it is craziness. Because I publish with two small presses sometimes I have no control over the release date of my books, that is what happened this month.

My short story Bound to Love You wasn’t even on a release schedule with my small press until about a month ago. I did edits at the end of September and then the galley at the beginning of October. So I had to create room in my schedule for all of it.

My full length novel Her Desert Protector, was turned in back in May, and by July edits were done and by August first galley was done. I’d know the release date since I signed the contract.

When I realized Bound to You was going to release in November, I made sure it wasn’t releasing the same day as Her Desert Protector, so not to take sales away from each other, but also because Bound to You is a short story (under 7,000 words).

Promoting both is a challenge, but one that I make time for. When Bound to Love you releases I will devote that week to promote its release, and then the following week when Her Desert Protector releases I devote to it.

I do a lot of pre-promotion work so when the books do release, I have everything ready to do the promotion and I’m not scrambling too much.

Bound to Love You


Rachel Nelson and Boyd Phillips have been married for a short time, enjoying kink at home as well as at Club Crave. Bondage has always been a hard limit for the feisty sub, though it's something she knows her sexy yet caring Dom wants to try. Can game night help her push past her fears and take their relationship to the next level?


Rachel Nelson smiled as she walked into Club Crave with her husband, Boyd. They’d been married for six months now; the best six months of her life. She’d never been happier. She’d found a man who enjoyed kink as much as she did.

Game night was always fun, yet tonight, her nerves were stretched tight. The past few weeks at the club, Boyd had wanted to try bondage, and she had kept putting him off. Game night always pushed a subs boundaries a bit, and she could only hope he didn’t push too far.

The club wasn’t crowded yet. She glanced around but didn’t see any of her friends. Anna,
Paige, and Olivia had told her at lunch yesterday they would be there. Especially since game night was for select couples.

Excited for tonight?” Boyd asked, raising their joined hands so he could kiss the back of hers.

“Yes, Sir. Game night is always fun.” Anticipation warred with her taut nerves.

“Good.” With his free hand, he brushed a lock of her hair away from her face. “Your hair is falling down.”

She automatically raised her hand to her head. Dang it, the pins were already coming loose. “Yes, Sir. Excuse me while I go to the ladies’ room.”         

“Let me. It’s my fault since I messed it up.” Boyd turned her around, and his hands slid into her hair. She shivered as he pulled the pins out, then gathered her hair and put the pins back in.

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Her Desert Protector


Journalist Zoey Lace is determined her exposé on the progressive country of Bashir will be her strongest travel piece yet. Upon her arrival, she finds not all is peaceful in this beautiful land. When Prince Khalid Al-Hakim insists her life is in danger and he must protect her, can she trust the prince’s reasons or is there some hidden agenda?

Khalid Al-Hakim is duty bound to protect his beloved country and his family, all now at risk, threatened by opium dealers. A beautiful American journalist photographs the wrong thing and it’s up to Khalid to save his homeland and keep Zoey safe. When she is kidnapped, all his plans disperse like arid desert sand in a storm. To save the woman he loves, he must now face his deepest fears.

Together, will they conquer obstacles to the country and themselves or be torn apart by the tides of evil?


A shadow fell across her table. She looked up and her eyes widened. Khalid stood there.

“I see you didn’t stay in your room,” he said.

She sat straighter in her chair. “Are you following me?” She winced at her accusing tone. “Sorry, that was rude.”

“You can make it up to me by allowing me to join you.” He gestured to the empty chair.

Zoey nodded and he sat down. “And to answer your question, I saw you sitting here alone and thought you might like some company.”

Part of her was suspicious, but another part of her was glad for the company. Hell, her woman parts had gone all perky and hard the moment he spoke. What was it about this commanding man that attracted her so?

She popped the last bite into her mouth as Yasir came rushing over with another place setting and poured him a glass of juice. “It’s a honor to have you here--”

“Thank you, Yasir.”

Zoey stared at Khalid. He liked cutting people off. Why was that? What was he afraid they might say? She liked puzzles, though this particular one might be more interesting than most.

“What may I get for you, sir?” Yasir asked.

“I’ll have whatever Miss Lacey is having.” Yasir nodded and left. He turned his attention to her, and Zoey found herself drowning in his eyes.

“So, Khalid, what do you do when you’re not escorting women to their hotel rooms or checking out their credentials or following them to restaurants?”

He laughed and that husky chuckle flowed through her veins. “As I said earlier, I’m head of security.”

“Yes, but security of what? The city? The country?” Something flashed in his eyes and Zoey bit back a grin. So he was hiding something.

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Marie Tuhart lives in the beautiful Pacific Northwest with her muse, Penny, a four-pound toy poodle. Marie loves to read and write, when she’s not writing, she spends time with family, traveling and enjoying life.
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Monday, October 28, 2019

Night of the Owl (The Novels of Ravenwood, Book Four) By Judith Sterling

It's my pleasure to welcome Judith Sterling to the blog today. I can't wait to read her new release. I hope you'll feel the same. Be sure to read this post to the end to see how Judith's own love plays a part.

PhD student Ardyth Nightshade has renounced men and pursues her twentieth-century career with single-minded focus. When fate whisks her to medieval England, she meets her match in a man whose passions mirror her own. Can she sacrifice ambition for a love she never sought?
Hugh, Lord Seacrest confounds all who know him. He refuses to marry without a meeting of minds and hearts, and no lady has even approached his ideal…until Ardyth. But she's an odd one, with unique skills, shocking habits, and total conviction she needs no man. She also harbors secrets, and in the midst of rumors, plots, and murder, trust is fragile.
A woman outside of her time. A man ahead of his. They must take a leap of faith to forge a bond that will shape history.

            Ardyth looked from one tunnel entrance to the next, and then the next.  The ledge in front of them was substantial.  It ran along the rock wall to the right, all the way to the mouth of the cave, winding around it to continue along the outer cliff.
            Again, she pointed.  “Where does that lead?”
            “Shouldn’t you be doffing your clothes?”
            Her eyes narrowed.  “In other words, you don’t intend to answer my question.”
            He grinned.  “Clever, aren’t you?”
            She returned his smile.  “I like to think so.”
            “If you’re stalling because you cannot swim—”
            “Oh, I can swim.”  She could hardly wait to feel the cool water on her skin.
            He folded his arms, and his intense, gray eyes held a dare.  “Then show me.”
            “Hold this.”  She handed him the folded smock.  Get ready to eat crow, buddy!  Quickly, she removed her boots, hose, and tunics.  When only her thin, white chemise remained, she stole a peek at her skeptical host.  He stared at her bare feet.
            She sighed.  “I know.  My feet are hardly attractive.  In fact, I’ve always thought my toes resemble…”
            He raised his eyebrows.  “What?”
            Astronauts.  But I can’t tell you that.  “Nothing.”
            His eyebrows settled again, but the orbs beneath them seemed to glow with a new light.  “I beg to differ with your opinion.  Your feet are quite…lovely.”
            She almost laughed, until heat flooded her cheeks.  I’m blushing?  “Thank you,” she muttered.  With an inward groan, she started toward the water.  For crying out loud!  He only complimented your feet.  Your pale, crazy, NASA-evoking feet.  Get a grip!
            The ocean breeze caught the hem of her smock as she stepped into the surf.  Foamy water—colder than she would’ve liked—enveloped her feet.  Thank God for the heat of the sun!  But this was the closest she’d come to a bath in days, and she was determined to prove her skills to the man who underestimated her at every turn.  She waded forward, and the brisk, undulating water swallowed her calves, knees, thighs, and hips.
            “Lady Ardyth!”
            She turned.  Her dry smock in his hands, Hugh stood with feet well apart on the wet sand.
            “You needn’t prove your courage further!” he called above the lapping, swishing voice of the sea.  “Come back before—”
            “Courage isn’t the point!  Swimming is!”  The level of the surrounding water lowered to her thighs, signaling a coming wave.
            She turned just as it crested and dove headfirst into it.  Completely submerged in the chill, rushing water, she headed left and allowed herself to rise to the surface.  She swam freestyle for several strokes, then flipped onto her back and floated with abandon.  After a minute or two, she flipped over, and swam in the opposite direction.  Then she stood with the water at her ribs, waited for the next wave, and indulged in bodysurfing, which carried her with a whoosh back toward shore.
            Satisfied, she straightened, knee-deep in the water.  Her wet chemise clung to her frame, and she knew Lord Seacrest was getting a lordly eyeful.  Her nipples were rock-hard from the cold.
            She rolled her eyes toward the bright, blue sky.  My kingdom for a bra!  And throw in a pair of underwear, too!  But both articles of clothing were back at Nihtscua and not likely to appear anytime soon.  For the first time since plunging into the surf, she regarded Hugh.
            Eyes wide, her dry smock clutched in his hands, he stood as if frozen.  Only his gaze moved, traveling from her breasts to the apex of her thighs.
            She pulled the smock away from her flesh as best she could and advanced toward him, stopping an arm’s length away.  “I told you I could swim.”
            He blinked.  Then his full, sensual lips curled into a smile.  “Indeed, you did.”
            “And what?”
            “You’ve doubted me twice already.  Perhaps you owe me an apology.”
            His eyes widened, then relaxed.  “Perhaps I do.  Pray…forgive me.”
            The words couldn’t have come easily, and the fact he’d said them made her grin.  “I forgive you.  This time.  But I ask respectfully that you not underestimate me again.”
            For two seconds, he hesitated.  “ʼTis a reasonable request, and I shall endeavor to honor it.”  He gave her a quizzical look.  Then he shook his head and chuckled.  “Is there anything you cannot do?”
            She thought for a moment.  “I’ve never ridden aside.  If I’m going to ride something, I spread my legs.”  The instant the words left her mouth, she cringed inside.  Good God.  That came out all wrong!
            Humor curved his lips, but his eyes smoldered.  Did his thoughts mirror hers?  He took a step closer, and his masculine aura invaded her personal space.  “Tell me more.”

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Judith Sterling is an award-winning author whose love of history and passion for the paranormal infuse everything she writes. Whether penning medieval romance (The Novels of Ravenwood) or young adult paranormal fantasy (the Guardians of Erin series), her favorite themes include true love, destiny, time travel, healing, redemption, and finding the hidden magic which exists all around us. She loves to share that magic with readers and whisk them far away from their troubles, particularly to locations in the British Isles.
Her nonfiction books, written under Judith Marshall, have been translated into multiple languages. She has an MA in linguistics and a BA in history, with a minor in British Studies. Born in that sauna called Florida, she craved cooler climes, and once the travel bug bit, she lived in England, Scotland, Sweden, Wisconsin, Virginia, and on the island of Nantucket. She currently lives in Salem, Massachusetts with her husband and their identical twin sons.

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A little extra…
The hero and heroine’s mutual love of history reflects my husband’s and mine.  You might say history brought us together because right around the same time, each of us decided independently to move from different parts of the country to Virginia, specifically to seek work at Colonial Williamsburg.  Nowadays, we work (respectively) at The House of the Seven Gables and The Witch House in Salem, MA.  There’s a lot of both of us in Night of the Owl.  That’s why the release date (Oct. 21, 2019) is perfect; it’s our 19th wedding anniversary.  As if that isn't enough, I wore my hair almost exactly like the cover model's on the big day.  Neither my publisher nor the cover artist knew about either coincidence.  Pretty cool, right?!

That is incredibly cool! Leave any comments or questions below while I look up the other Ravenwood books. I think I may have a new obsession.