Five Secrets From Paty Jager and Her Latest Release ~ Haunting Corpse

I'm happy to bring back Paty Jager, who was a guest on my cozy mystery series week as well as how to plot a murder.

A little bit about Paty before she shares her secrets:

My husband of 39 years and I have built two houses together, pounding the nails, putting up the tongue and groove wood ceilings, doing the wiring, and even designing them. The second house we built 3 years ago on 280 acres in SE Oregon. We grow alfalfa for hay and he manages three alfalfa fields for a dairy on the west coast of Oregon. I grew up in a rural part of Oregon, lived in a larger area and now we are back in a rural area. I love the quiet, the openness, and watching out for rattlesnakes. 

Please tell us Five Secrets we may not know about Haunting Corpse or you, but will after today!

1)Haunting Corpse if a mystery and I don’t want to give anything away about the book, but I can say, while other authors have to ask a yahoo crimescene group questions for their characters who are law enforcement, I ask my son-in-law who is a State Police Detective.

2)Speaking of the crimescene loop. My first mystery book had a stabbing in it and I wanted to know how much blood would be on my victim. A Medical Examiner answered my question then and is now my go-to person for all wounds inflicted to my victims. Rather than ask on the loop now, I send her emails with my scenario and she always gives me more detail than I need. :P I have a queasy stomach sometimes reading her answers.

3)Another secret weapon I have is a niece who was a paralegal in Idaho, the state where my Shandra Higheagle series takes place. When I have legal questions, I email her and if she doesn’t know the answer or where to look she contacts the attorney she worked for.

4)My Shandra Higheagle mystery series has a half Native American (Nez Perce) female sleuth. I wanted her to be Native American because it was different from most mystery series characters and growing up in an area that had once been inhabited by the Chief Joseph band of the Nez Perce, I’ve always felt they were robbed of their heritage. I like to shine a light on them as much as I can.

I made Shandra Higheagle a descendant of the Nez Perce who, when finally allowed back to the Pacific Northwest were put on the Colville Reservation in Washington State rather than their homeland in Idaho. While I was still in the process of dreaming up this mystery series, I met an author who lives on the Coleville Reservation. She has become my advisor on this series. She helps me keep Shandra’s Relatives on the reservation true to life, and gives me ideas from Shandra’s heritage to add to the stories.  

5) I’ve been working on an idea for another mystery series. With a dude ranch in the middle of the wilderness and a Native American Fish and Wildlife agent. I’m thinking his name will be Wolfe and he will be a descendant of the Nez Perce from Canada who had blonde hair and blue eyes that turn red when they are mad. He’ll be a loner and secretive, but know the wilderness well and have keen mystery solving instincts. Now that that secret's out, I hope I do him and the stories justice. 

Blurb :

Desertion…Wrath…Murder

A runaway bride, murder, and arson have Shandra Higheagle sleuthing again. Sorting through the debris of her best friend’s childhood, Shandra believes she must solve the murder before her friend becomes the next victim. 

Stumbling upon a dead body, Detective Ryan Greer is determined to bring the killer to justice before Shandra becomes too entangled in her friend’s dysfunctional past. He hopes he’s not too late. Her deceased grandmother has already visited her dreams, putting Shandra in the middle of his investigation and danger.

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Author Spotlight Featuring Andrea R. Cooper's Claimed

Hi, LA, thanks for hosting me today. Archeology, especially after Indiana Jones movies, has fascinated me. So when I wrote Claimed, having the hero and heroine be archaeologists was natural. The location is set in Turkey and I included a lot of wonderful events and unique scenery to the country. However, there is so much in Turkey that I wasn’t able to include everything like the Ruins of Ephesus, the site of Troy, Topkapi Palace and many more.

Excerpt:

After he set her on the rocks, she scrambled away from the river’s edge in her wet bra and panties. “Don’t forget your promise,” he teased, but he couldn’t help it. Any longer starting at the blush on her cheeks and chest and he’d forget his vow and claim her. Even her erect nipples strained against her wet lace bra made him dig his nails into his palms.

She huffed and snatched up her towel. Thankfully, it reached just below her butt, leaving her long legs exposed for his admiration.

Then she batted her eyelashes at him. “I would never give you the satisfaction.”

“Of which?” He beamed. “Drowning or bathing?”

“Both.” She inserted the corner of towel between her breasts, locking the rest of it around her, and then grabbed her canteen. “Uh, thank you for saving me.” She shivered, and he doubted it was merely from the dunk in the water. “Please don’t tell the others; it’s embarrassing.”

After his nod, she breathed out a sigh. She looked as if she anticipated that he would haul her back into the water for a lesson.

Her movements reminded him of abused animals. He speculated most people, who couldn’t swim but grew up around water, would try to learn unless they experienced drowning or trauma in the past. Could that have happened to her? There was more to this situation than her usual stubbornness. Vulnerability even.

As she leaned over to finish filling her canteen, her ample bosom peeked out. His lust twisted at the thought of the sounds she would make when he kissed her nipples until they pebbled.

Suddenly, she jerked up, spilling some of the water. “Did you get a good enough view?”

He opened his mouth, but no words came out. Without waiting for his reply, she stormed away. Damon flopped backward, letting his body float. His mind drifted to images of making love to Renee in the river. After he helped her over her phobia, somehow. Hmm, he could kiss her down there while she treaded water.

Nah, she’d never go for it. This is a business trip. No time for sleeping with the staff, no matter how sexy they are when arguing with him.

Blurb:

Renee Maxwell lands her dream job as assistant to archaeologist Damon Cubins in wondrous Turkey. However, she starts seeing strange things after finding a unique crystal. For one, hot Damon now looks like the sexy demi-god and underwear model of her dreams. Her feminist ideals are challenged with each bit of banter and seductive look he gives her, but she's not falling for his charm.

Time is of the essence for incubus, Damon Cubins, who must find a one-of-a-kind crystal or turn into a full-fledged demon. He has neither the time nor desire for love, but his new assistant tests his resolve. When he discovers she’s got the crystal he needs to save himself, he must make a decision to either romance it from her or walk away. But can he?

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Bio:

Andrea has always enjoyed creating characters and stories. But it wasn't until she was in her late twenties that she started writing novels. She writes fantasy, paranormal, contemporary, and historical romance. Under the pen name, A.R. Cooper, she writes YA Fantasy. Her debut YA series is Shadow Bloodlines.

What happened that ignited the writing flame in her fingers? Divorced, and disillusioned by love songs and stories. They exaggerate. She thought. Love and Romance are not like that in the real world. Then she met her husband and realized, yes love and romance are exactly like the songs and stories say. She is now a happy wife, and a mom.

She believes in the power of change and counting each moment as a blessing. But most importantly, she believes in love.

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Five Secrets from Author Hannah Meredith

I love 5 Secrets because you just never know what you're going to find out about a person...read on and meet Hannah Meredith.

Thanks L.A. for hosting me on your blog. I suspect this is just a bit weird rather than a secret. I gave up writing at a desk years ago. Instead, I use a laptop and sit in a big rocker-recliner. The ability to easily change positions really saves my old back. I have to be very careful if I’m tired, however. It is too easy to doze off, in which case I wake up to pages and pages of D’s or K’s. I guess the letter depends on which hand is lying the heaviest on the keyboard.

Hi, Hannah, please tell us Five Secrets we may not know about Song of the Nightpiper or you, but will after today!

1) Although I used to write fantasy short stories, I’ve been trying to concentrate on historical romance set in the 18th and 19th centuries. But the characters of Faulk and Anlin kept yammering in my mind. They were most insistent and wouldn’t get out of my head until I put their story on paper. They came complete with a quasi-medieval world where magic was possible. And so, Song of the NIghtpiper is a fantasy romance—and perhaps one of the truest stories I’ve written.

2) Magic has been disappearing from the two bordering countries of Fallucia and Rennic. Antagonists for centuries, each country blames the other. Both warp their societies in an effort to protect the magic that is left. Since the hero and heroine of this tale are from Fallucia, it would have been logical to make the Rennish the enemy. To a degree, they are, but I tried to temper this by showing Rennish society developed from good intentions that produce bad results. It is a case where the cure is worse than the disease.

3) In a word where status is inherited, Faulk started life as an orphan of unknown parentage and through hard work raised himself to the position of knight. He’s now the consummate warrior, battle-hardened and shrewd. But he’s retained a soft core that longs for love and acceptance. This dichotomy is apparent immediately. His ambition brings him to a tournament where he can win a fief of his own and marriage to the daughter of one of the Lords of High Places. The daughter, Anlin, should just be a means to an end, but he is hopeful a relationship can be forged.

4) Lady Anlin is a poor candidate for any sort of relationship. Years of slavery in Rennic have left her emotionally damaged, but she will do what is necessary to placate her new husband so he will accompany her on a quest to find her half-Rennish son. Her strength lies in her determination and her ability to admit her world view might be skewed. I found her a difficult but rewarding heroine to write. Her innate love for her child is tested when she finds someone very different from the little boy who was taken from her.

5) As I frequently do, in Song of the NIghtpiper I’ve placed competent people in positions where they are incompetent. I think this more clearly illuminates character and shows the difficulty of the choices they must make. Faulk and Anlin are two very average people who are confronted by extraordinary circumstances. While this takes place in an imaginary world, I hope it gives the reader insight into the world in which we now live.

Blurb:

In a world where Magical Talent is prized above all, Lady Anlin and Sir Faulk lack any ability—yet the unlikely alliance of this disillusioned knight and determined woman will reshape nations and challenge long-held beliefs through the magic of love. 

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Take Five and Meet Author Caroline Warfield & Her Holiday Novella, Lady Charlotte's Christmas Vigil

Welcome to An Indie Adventure, Caroline Warfield. Tell us, what inspired you to write your book Lady Charlotte’s Christmas Vigil?

Thanks for having me as a guest on your blog, L.A. 

As is often the case, I was inspired by travel. We were in Venice a few years ago and had enough time to ramble around side streets and little canals. Since I write mainly 19th century historical romance I started wondering whether I could put English Regency characters in Venice. A stop in a little bookshop answered my question when I found, Venice and the Veneto with Lord Byron—everything I needed to know about Venice and English visitors 1816-1818. My imagination was off like a shot.

If you were not a writer, what vocation would you pursue?

I began life wanting to join the Foreign Service, but marriage and children intervened. At this point in my life I can’t imagine doing anything else, although I’m strongly drawn to church work.

Do you prefer to read in the same genre you write in, or do you avoid reading that genre?  Why?

My answer to what I read is usually, “historical.” I mean historical anything: mystery, romance, historical fiction, and just plain history. I do a lot of beta reading for friends and I still read historical romance, particularly by favorite authors, but lately I’ve been leaning toward historical mysteries.

How do you create internal and external conflict in your characters? I find conflict often the hardest to create when I start planning a book.

Ever since I read James Scott Bell’s Writing from the Middle, my process has begun with the question, “What is the mirror moment?” “The moment when the character looks in the mirror and makes a decision that changes the direction of the story. To do that I have to know who the characters are, so I begin with forms for the hero’s journey and a character outline. Once I know what drives them and what in the situation sets up internal conflict, I look at the 3-4 key turning points in that journey. Then I write. I Can. Not. Plot. Nothing kills it for me more than over planning.

If you could live during any era of history, which one would you choose?

Aside from a general lack of hygiene and antibiotics, I would probably choose Tudor England. It had an abundance of intelligent interesting women.

Give us a brief summary of Lady Charlotte’s Christmas Vigil:

It's 1818 and Byron is in Venice.

Lady Charlotte clings to one dream—to see the splendor of Rome before settling for life as the spinster sister of an earl. But when her feckless brother attempts to mimic his idol by swimming the Grand Canal, he falls ill, stranding her in Venice halfway to the place of her dreams. She finds the city damp, moldy, and riddled with disease.

As a physician, Salvatore Caresini well knows the danger of putrid fever. He lost his young wife to it, leaving him alone to care for their rambunctious children. He isn’t about to let the lovely English lady risk her life nursing her brother.

But Christmas is coming, that season of miracles, and with it, perhaps, lessons for two lonely people: that love heals the deepest wounds and sometimes the deepest dreams aren’t what we expect.

Venice, Christmas, a handsome Italian doctor... her life is about to take an interesting turn.

Launches October 20.

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Bio:

Traveler, would-be adventurer, former tech writer and library technology professional, Caroline Warfield has now retired to the urban wilds of Eastern Pennsylvania, and divides her time between writing and seeking adventures with her grandbuddy and the prince among men she married. 

In her newest series, Children of Empire, three cousins torn apart by lies find their way home from the far corners of the British Empire, finding love along the way. 

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Mental Can Openers & Writer's Hash ~ Lesson From An Old Spud

Brad Leach brings us the wisdom learned from an old spud...read on, he is so funny, he makes me laugh each and every post he sends m.  

       When I was a teenage boy, mashed potatoes were on the menu every other night. And anyone who grew up in the Midwest knows those potatoes either triumph or parish based on the gravy. In my grade school days Mom’s gravy shared a lot with socialized medicine; it probably wouldn’t kill you, and it was usually better than nothing.

      But thanks to her mother-in-law (Grandma Snodgrass to me), her gravy progressed from a bland saltwater mix, hinting at carbonized meat and burnt flour, to a creamy pale confection of meat drippings, butter, and cream.  Grandma was a Kansas farm woman.  In her hands a wooden spoon became a wand, and rumors still circulate in abandoned, backwoods freezers that the Olympian deities battled each other in the storm clouds to see who would lick the ladle.

      From such a legend Mom learned, but despite her success with gravy, as her teenage son I felt entitled to micro-manage her kitchen maneuvers. The fact I couldn’t successfully toast a frozen waffle (I learned the butter goes on after the toaster) bounced off my testosterone-armored ego. You know. That same ego that assures boys everywhere their mothers know nothing, but the sophomore cheerleader with blonde hair is divinely qualified to pronounce their existence either worthy or pointless. And the right of every young lad to verbally improve his mother’s cooking was put into the Constitution by one of the colonial Toms or Massachusetts Johns, I felt certain.

      I always complained she had added too much water, too little salt, or not enough butter, and those covert chances to taste the brew early on confirmed this to my tongue. She would patiently explain how it would change as it boiled down and thickened, until she tired of my hormonal haranguing and chased me out of the kitchen with the potato masher. (A fate I now could wish on most of our current Congress.)

      Then, a miracle worthy of any Catholic bingo hall across the States would occur and delicious gravy would manifest itself from the uninspired brine. Were my insights providential?  Did the brief brush of my lips have transformative power?  (The girls at high school certainly hadn’t noticed.)  But I felt Mom and I had a kitchen rapport – she bumbling along with a spoon and my gifted lips and critical insights invoking the miraculous.

      What has all this got to do with writing, I hear you ask? Stories are like gravy; they start out with a lot of words, ideas, feelings, and descriptions, but then they need to be boiled down and blended into one flavorful essence. To do that as authors, we must learn to make gravy with our words.  It’s not enough to have all the ingredients.  It takes practice. You’ve got to know the recipes. You have to chase out the critics. Stir things up. Then boil down what you want to say and how you want the reader to feel using the fewest of words.

      Powerful stories turn life’s daily potatoes into a feast.  They can help transform insufferable egos who burn their own waffles into those who appreciate a fine meal and a good cook.  They make life’s starchy lumps palatable.  They nourish hungry souls, soothe mashed hearts.

      Mom and grandma impacted lives, in part, by cooking.  I want to do it with stories.  Remember fellow pen-mates, ‘burn’ flour the right way and gravy will come.

~Brad

Screenwriter Robert Gosnell ~ It's What You Don't Write

Multi-produced screenwriter Robert Gosnell brings us his wisdom 

from the trenches (err...office) of a working screenwriter.

It's What You Don't Write

White space.

If you've attempted to market a screenplay lately, you have no doubt encountered that term. Its meaning is simple. When a Hollywood executive, producer, studio reader or agent fans through the pages of your screenplay, that is what they want to see. White space.

Meaning, nothing. Lots of nothing.

The fewer words required to tell your story, the better. Perhaps, to them, it indicates a writer who is concise, requiring fewer words to express an image. Maybe, it tells them that this writer understands rhythm in the telling of a story. Or, maybe, it's what I've always suspected.

They hate to read.

On the one hand, I get it. These folks are inundated with screenplays, all the time. White space means less to read, and a faster read makes their job easier.

On the other hand, it is their job, isn't it? Are they really going to pass on the next great screenplay, because it doesn't have enough white space?

Did the screenplay for "Gone With The Wind" have a lot of white space? Doubtful. That must have been one hell of a tough read. It's fortunate they didn't know about white space in 1939.

At any rate, every time I hear the term "white space," I think of Robert Riskin. Well, doesn't everyone?

No? Okay, let me explain.

Robert Riskin was a screenwriter, business partner and frequent collaborator with legendary director Frank Capra. In fact, Riskin received five Academy Award nominations for screenplays of Capra directed films, including "It Happened One Night," "Mr. Deeds Goes To Town" and "You Can't Take It With You."

But, their relationship was, at times, rocky. When Life Magazine put Capra on their cover, with the caption, "The Capra Touch," Riskin was insulted, feeling that Frank was taking too much credit for much of what he, Riskin, had done.

As the story goes, it came to a head on the set of "Meet John Doe," when Riskin handed Capra, neatly bound in screenplay form, 120 blank pages.

"Here you go, Frank," Riskin reportedly said, "put your touch on that."

I can only hope Capra was pleased. After all, that's a lot of white space.

~ Robert

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BIO: 

A  professional screenwriter for more than thirty years,  Robert Gosnell has produced credits in feature films, network television, syndicated television, basic cable and pay cable, and is a member of the Writers Guild of America, West and the Writers Guild of Canada.

Robert began his career writing situation comedy as a staff writer for the ABC series Baby Makes Five.  As a freelance writer, he wrote episodes for Too Close for Comfort and the TBS comedies Safe at Home andRocky Road.  In cable, he has scripted numerous projects for the Disney Channel, including Just Perfect, a Disney Channel movie featuring  Jennie Garth. In 1998, he wrote the  Showtime original movie, Escape from Wildcat Canyon, which starred Dennis Weaver and won the national "Parents Choice Award." Robert's feature credits include the Chuck Norris/Louis Gosset Jr. film Firewalker, an uncredited rewrite on the motion picture Number One With A Bullet starring Robert Carradine and Billy Dee Williams, and the sale of his original screenplay Kick And Kick Back to Cannon Films. Robert was also selected as a judge for the 1990 Cable Ace Awards, in the Comedy Special category.

In 1990, Robert left Hollywood for Denver, where he became active in the local independent film community. His screenplay Tiger Street was produced by the Pagoda Group of Denver and premiered on Showtime Extreme in August of 2003. In 1999, Denver’s Inferno Films produced the action film Dragon and the Hawk from his script. In 2001, Robert co-wrote the screenplay for the independent feature Siren for Las Vegas company Stage Left Productions. His feature script Juncture was produced by Front Range Films in March of 2006. 

Robert  is a principal member of the Denver production company "Conspiracy Films." He is frequently an invited speaker for local writers organizations,  served on the faculty of the Rocky Mountain Fiction Writers Conference in 2002, and in 2007 was chosen to participate as a panelist for the Aspen Film Festival Short Screenplay Contest. Robert regularly presents his screenwriting class "The Elements of Screenplay," along with advanced classes and workshops, in the Denver area.

Additionally, he is a frequent contributor to this blog. 

Author Spotlight Featuring Robin Michaela's New Release ~ Baby, That's The Spirit!

It is always so much fun to bring a new author to you and me!  

Please welcome Robin Michaela and her latest book, Baby, That's The Spirit!

Thanks for hosting me, L. A. Happy Friday, the 13^th!  Fun fact: did you know the term for the fear of Friday, the 13^th is paraskevidekatriaphobia?

I thought this was a perfect day to talk about my new release, Baby, That's The Spirit!, because of its Halloween-related theme. The heroine, Amethyst, is a clairvoyant who can see and speak with the dead. Of course, the hero, Adam, thinks her “gift” is a load of bull (to put it mildly).

I wanted to write a book set in autumn because it’s one of my favorite times of the year. I love everything about the season – from the corn mazes, to the apple picking, to the fall festivals and the crisp snap to the air. The fact that Halloween happens in the autumn just sweetens it all the more. It’s always fun to see the neighborhood kids in costume and to dress up for Halloween parties. I love any excuse to explore an alternate personality!

As you know, Friday, the 13^th is full of superstition. It is thought to be unlucky, as are black cats. In fact, my character, Amethyst, has a black cat named Boo, who makes appearances throughout the book. Her cat is based on my own furry, black feline, also named Boo. Trust me, having a black cat cross your path at least a dozen times a day keeps you from being superstitious.

If you’re still worried about your luck today, though, knock on wood, throw salt over your left shoulder, or cross your fingers to ward off evil. Then, sit back and enjoy Baby, That's The Spirit!

Excerpt:

Not wanting to startle her, he called out a greeting when he got closer. “Good morning. I see you’re getting a head start on the decorations for the Sweetness Spooktacular.”

She turned to face him. Her full lips curved in a warm smile as she raised a slim hand to shield her eyes from the glare of the morning sun. “Yeah, I’m an early riser. I was here yesterday when they marked the grounds for the vendors and finished dropping off supplies. Since I’m one of the volunteers, I figured I'd go ahead and get started."

She shrugged as she extended her hand in greeting. The movement caused her sweater to slide off one shoulder, revealing smooth, tanned flesh just begging to be touched.

He concentrated on aiming for her hand when he really wanted to run his fingers over her tempting skin. "Adam Burkett. I own this property.”

“Starla-Amethyst Raines," she said. "Although everyone just calls me Amethyst unless they’re really angry at me.”

A tingle ran up his arm when their hands connected. She was tall and he felt a quick stirring south of his belt buckle when the light autumn breeze plastered her long-sleeved, gauzy violet blouse against her luscious curves.

Damn, but she wore a lot of purple. He raised a brow, wondering if she felt obligated to live up to her name. Her short dark hair was liberally streaked in shades of purple and lavender. Dangly silver and lilac earrings winked at him as she tilted her head to one side and regarded him through the most mesmerizing whisky-colored eyes he’d ever seen. Her gaze was direct and seemed to bore deep inside him, almost down to his very soul.

Adam didn’t realize he was staring until she tugged her hand free of his. Pushing a windblown lock of hair off her forehead, she laughed. “I know, I know, too much purple. But, really, what other color can you work with when your parents name you Amethyst?”

“That isn’t what I was thinking at all,” he answered, but guilt flashed through him because it was exactly what he’d been thinking. Hell, she even smelled purple, with her light floral scent that reminded him of lilacs in the springtime. If a color could be defined by a person, this woman’s picture would definitely be listed under “purple” in the dictionary.

Suddenly remembering that she’d looked as if she’d been conversing with someone, he leaned around her, searching the shadows of the porch beyond the fake cemetery with his eyes. "Who were you talking to a second ago?”

"What makes you think I was talking to anyone?” She dropped her gaze to a nearby tombstone, making him wonder if she was hiding something.

“It sure looked like you were.”

“Well, do you see anyone else around?” She put a fist on each hip and frowned at him.

“No, I don’t,” he grudgingly admitted. “Unless you were talking to one of the ghosts down here.” He smirked and nudged a tilting headstone with a booted foot until it stood up straight.

Amethyst's brows drew together. “Who knows? Maybe I was.”

Blurb:

When free-spirited clairvoyant, Amethyst Raines, comes to Sweetness to tell fortunes at the fall festival, she crosses circuits with hunky electrical contractor, Adam Burkett. While she’s drawn to him, she has no intention of getting involved with the sexy single dad. The problem is, she has a message for him from beyond the grave…and, she’d deliver it, if she could just get the infuriating man to believe she can speak with the dead.

Cynical skeptic Adam is tired of deceitful women. All he wants to do is finish out his job contract and settle his beloved grandmother’s estate before saying good-bye to Sweetness forever. And, he’s definitely not going to be tempted by a woman who claims she can talk to spirits. But when his little girl goes missing, Adam will do anything to find her, including putting his faith in the seductive medium he can’t seem to resist.

She’s trying to solve a century-old secret; he’s trying to find his daughter. If they can work together, their relationship just might stand a ghost of a chance.

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Bio:

Robin Michaela has been reading romances since her teen years, when she first snuck her aunt’s copy of The Flame and the Flower, by Kathleen Woodiwiss.
She’s married to her own Handsome Prince (a military airman) and has lived everywhere from the sunny shores of Florida to the wild crags of the Colorado Rocky Mountains. She currently resides in the Deep South. By day, she’s a dental hygienist and by night, Robin can be found eating chocolate, training for her next half marathon, and crafting her next novel (although not necessarily in that order).

Robin’s stories have been called “a simply delicious escape”. Sparks fly and desire sizzles when her irresistible heroines challenge the men of their dreams.

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