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Spotlight on Nicola M. Cameron!!!

Published May 24, 2018 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

Hello, my friends. Nicola M. Cameron has come to us today to explain how To My Muse came about. Please welcome Nicola and her new release. 🙂

Hello, and thanks so much for having To My Muse on your blog today. If I’m being honest with everyone, the tagline for this book should be, “Loosely based on a kind of true story!” ToMyMuseMed

Back in March 2017, I pinged the extremely talented, kind, and tolerant actor Louis Herthum on Twitter and told him that he’d helped to inspire my new dystopian SF romance novel Degree of Resistance with his performance in Westworld. This resulted in a brief but lovely chat, at the end of which I asked if he’d like a print copy of Degree. To my delight, he said yes and told me where to send the book. The next day I signed a spandy new copy to him, packaged it up, and mailed it off, happy as a clam.

Six hours later, I had a nervous breakdown.

See, since I write romance novels that tend towards the explicit side of things, sex scenes don’t shock me. They’re just another part of the plot, and not even the most interesting part a lot of the time. But I forget that civilians don’t always share that view, and I had just sent a perfectly nice stranger a book that had some rather hot (well, no—extremely hot) scenes in it. Worse, I’d told him that he had inspired the plot. I was belatedly but absolutely convinced that he would put two and two together and come up with, “Note to self—make sure this pervert never comes within 50 yards of me.”

Panicking, I called my friend T. As she tried to talk me down, pointing out that 1) Lou’s a guy, so it was highly unlikely that 2) he would read a romance novel, even one with heavy SF themes, and 3) would probably just stick it on a shelf as a nice piece of egoboo, I was busy coming up with an insane plan—I would fly to LA, break into his agent’s office, steal back the book, and nobody would be the wiser. Brilliant! It would work!

Why, yes, I’m a little neurotic when it comes to my writing, why do you ask?

Needless to say, I was talked out of this. But after I calmed down I did have to admit that it was a hell of a funny idea. And when I decided to try writing a contemporary romantic comedy, it popped back into my head and waved its little hands, saying, “Me! Use me!” Seeing as I’d already lost some of my sanity and a largish patch of stomach lining on the concept, I figured why not. To My Muse is the result.

By the way, this book? No sex. Lots of comedy and banter between my leads, but no sex. Yes, I’m shocked as well. But boy, it was a ball to write.

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BLURB:

 Ever do something really, really dumb?

When too much tequila and an enabling BFF put Lily Nayar’s romance novel Feast of Lovers into the hands of its inspiration, sexy British actor Tom Morrison, Lily is horrified. Now she’s determined to get her book back, even if that means breaking into Tom’s hotel room to do it.

With the help of a strategic lie and a charismatic knight, Lily’s screwball plan catapults her into the middle of her very own Cinderella story, Hollywood style. But will a vengeful actress ruin Lily’s shot at a real life HEA with Tom?

Need more? Here goes…

EXCERPT:

Giving Theresa a thumbs up, I closed the door and turned my attention to the hotel room. It had already been cleaned and the bed was neatly made. A suitcase sat on the valet stand next to the TV, and the dresser and desk held various pieces of paper, notes, and a couple of plastic shopping bags, all the usual stuff when you’re stuck in a hotel room for a couple of weeks.

Of course, the fangirl part of my brain was screeching like a gibbon at me that I was in Tom Morrison’s hotel room. He’d slept in that very bed last night. Sat at that desk to check his email and Facebook. Took a dump behind the closed door of what I assumed was the bathroom. The prosaic nature of that last bit helped me regain some self-control, and I tiptoed (why, I don’t know, I’m an idiot) over to the desk. There was what looked like a script for GearShifter on it, as well as a MacBook Pro, but no Feast of Lovers. Bad Tom, no leaving your expensive computer equipment out where people can steal it.

I wanted to leaf through the script so badly, but I ignored it and kept looking for Feast. Not on the desk top, not on the dresser, not on the TV. I was starting to worry that he’d taken it with him to the location when I noticed the suitcase. I truly, honestly hated the idea of going through his personal stuff, but he might have stuck it in there. I could just lift the lid, take a peek, maybe it was in plain sight—

I had the lid in hand when the bathroom door swung open and a tall, beautiful blonde in a towel strutted out. “I thought I heard you—” she purred, before she saw me. Both face and tone iced over. “Who the hell are you?”

I let out a noise that could have been used as a sound effect for a creaking vault door. The blonde stalked closer, looming over me. Up close, I could see some fine lines around her eyes, but she was still ridiculously gorgeous. “What are you doing here?” she snapped.

Oh. Oh, shit. My brain informed me that I was currently sharing a room with Claudine Ellery, the actress playing Tom’s antagonist/love interest on the show. What the hell was she doing in his bathroom? Were they dating in real life? Why was I asking stupid questions when I should be turning and running for my freaking life?

And then Fate decided that she needed an even bigger chuckle because the room door opened and Tom Morrison walked in. I caught a glimpse of an apologetic Theresa hovering in the hallway before she was eclipsed by Tom, who was staring at Claudine and me.

Oh, God. He was even better looking in person. Not all actors are, but Tom—he was edible. Curly black hair, eyes the color of dark chocolate, and lips that I’d wanted to kiss since the first time I saw him on screen. With faded jeans that fit him perfectly, a dusty white button-down with rolled up sleeves, just the right amount of chest hair peeping out of his collar, and the cutest smudge of dust across one laser-sharp cheekbone, he was every one of my fantasies come to warm, tall life right in front of me.

And I had broken into his hotel room.

That was it. I was going to jail, assuming that the cops didn’t just see “brown person” and shoot me when they got here. At the very least I’d get fired from Golden State. Mom and Dad would disown me, Dada and Dadi would die of shame, and Derek would probably take out an ad in the LA Times saying that I was adopted. My only hope was that Theresa had gotten the hell out of here. There was no reason for both of us to go down for my stupidity—

“Lilian, darling, what are you doing here?”

My brain skidded to a halt. Words had come out of Tom Morrison’s mouth. Friendly words. While he was staring directly at me. Looking, if I may say so, as if he was talking to someone he knew. Which he didn’t, because I may not have remembered sending him my book but I would definitely remember meeting him.

“Um. Hi?” I waved weakly.

“I thought you decided not to come out this weekend.” He crossed to me, slipping an arm around my shoulders as he stared at Claudine. He squeezed my shoulder once, kind of hard, then did it again.

Even with my brain in fangirl vapor lock I can take a hint. I had no idea how he knew who I was, but he wanted me to play along. Plastering a grin on my face, I slipped my arm around his waist and squeezed back. His torso felt like warm rock, and he smelled so good.

“Well, I figured I needed a road trip,” I extemporized, giving him a bright smile. “And I didn’t think you’d mind.”

“Not at all, angel,” he purred. Up close, I could see a hint of relief in his eyes. It disappeared as he turned to Claudine. “Claud, why are you in my room wearing a towel?” he asked politely.

She planted hands on slim hips, cocking her head to the side. “Seriously? You have to ask why?”

“Yes, because if I remember correctly, I told you that I had no interest in going to bed with you. In fact, I’m quite sure I informed you of this on numerous occasions. And when I walk into my hotel room and see you wearing nothing but terrycloth while my girlfriend,” this time his squeeze was gentle, “is standing there looking gobsmacked, I have to wonder what the actual fuck you’re up to.”

My face went rigid as it tried to hold onto my smile. Girlfriend? Eeeeeeeee…

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BIO:

Nicola Cameron is an expatriate Chicagoan who has lived in England, Canada, Holland, and Sweden, and keeps a confusing amalgamation of languages in her head as a result. Currently located in the clavicle of Texas, she has finally mastered the proper use of “y’all,” much to her Chicago family’s dismay.

Despite a healthy interest in romance and sex since puberty, it wasn’t until 2012 that Nicola decided to try writing about it. As it turned out, the skills she picked up during her SF writing career transferred rather nicely to speculative romance. When not writing, she wrangles cats, smooches her husband, makes dolls of dubious and questionable identity, and thanks almighty Cthulhu that she doesn’t have to work for a major telecommunications company any more (because there’s BDSM, and then there’s just plain torture…).

You can find Nicola at any or all of the following locations.

Website | Blog | Facebook | Twitter | Instagram | Goodreads

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Cover Reveal! Wyoming Secrets #2

Published September 12, 2016 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

Hi, all. This is the story you’ve been asking for. I’ve been writing fairly steady this past couple of weeks and I’ve finally finished Fred’s story, Guarding Alesha. This is the 2nd and last installment in the Wyoming Secrets series. Here’s the cover. What do you think?guarding-alesha

Blurb:

Alesha Jennings would do anything to protect her son from his ex-cop, drug-running father…even kill if she had to. A leak in the Witness Protection Program had her on the run. Brent Malcolm had served his time. Now he was out and revenge would be at the top of his agenda. She’d prepared for this day, but hadn’t counted on her next-door neighbor becoming involved in her troubles.

Fred Bursey is undercover posing as the local handyman and he’s determined not to let Alesha out of his sight. He vows to keep Alesha and her son safe, but a leak in the WPP is proving hard to find.Would the raven-haired temptress ever trust him? Especially once she learns he’s a cop?

Coming soon to Amazon!

#99cent Sale!!!

Published June 2, 2016 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

Yes! I’m happy to do this for you, my loyal fans. 🙂 Over 200 pages of reading for only 99 cents. Sale runs from June 2nd to 9th. I urge you to grab it while you can.

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Love on the Rocks is set near my hometown in New Brunswick, Eastern Canada. Love on the Rocks came to life after a medical emergency required therapy. n an effort to regain the flexibility in my left hand, I began typing. I practiced with typing tests and such but soon got bored. The inkling of an idea began running through my mind, and I went with it. Seven weeks later, Love on the Rocks was edited and ready to go. This romantic suspense has been a favorite for many readers. It begs the question…What would you do to protect your child and keep him or her safe.

On the run from an abusive ex-boyfriend, Sara has exhausted all avenues of hope. Although her landlady has been great, she’d received an eviction notice and had to relocate in two days. Knowing she’d have to live out of her car and with winter fast approaching, it was no life for an infant. She wanted more for her child. In desperation, she comes up with a plan.

And so begins this story full of drama, heartbreak, renewed hope, and love. A good, clean read for your enjoyment. 🙂

Here is what readers are saying:

“Ms. Nelson, with her trademark skill in creating romantic suspense filled with unforgettable characters and smooth-flowing dialogue, beautifully builds bonds of love between Sara and the book’s hero. The plot will instantly hook you and keep the pages turning. And the book contains a surprising twist I totally didn’t anticipate. An excellent read all around.” M. Fayard

“There was a lot of suspense in this book. It seemed wherever Sara went suspense followed. This was a well written book and I enjoy reading books by this author!” Angie

For more reviews, as well as the official blurb and excerpt, please visit my website at: http://lorrainenelson.weebly.com

To receive your copy, follow this link: myBook.to/LoveontheRocks

***Please Note:  As this is a Kindle Countdown deal, I’m not sure of its availability at the sale price everywhere. If it’s not on sale in your area, I do apologize, and remember, if you’re an Amazon Kindle Unlimited subscriber, you get to read it for free.

I hope you enjoy Love on the Rocks. Happy reading.

Free Book from Nese Ellyson!!!

Published February 27, 2016 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

Nese and I met online years ago when we’d both entered a Harlequin contest. Neither of us won, but we’ve kept in touch and have become good friends.Escape by Vic

Today and tomorrow, her inspirational romantic suspense, Escape to Sanctuary, is Free. This is an exceptional story of love and bravery in the midst of being hunted by a serial killer. It’s a page turner you won’t want to miss. An excellent time to grab your copy.

Blurb:

When Dr. Evangeline Tourmaine’s step-mother turns up dead, she comes back to the states and unwittingly becomes the target of a killer. FBI Agent Colton Segar swears he will protect Evie, if it’s the last thing he does. Not easy to do when she keeps saving people in need of medical help. She’s drawing a lot of attention. As Colton tries to keep her under the radar, he finds himself drawn to her, and soon protecting her is more than just his job. It becomes a matter of heart.

Excerpt:

Prologue

“Doctor, come quick!”
Doctor Evie didn’t hesitate, but practically ran to the young woman who had summoned her. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
“My husband, Rafael, he has the fever for three days. He is sick with the vomit like color of leaves, and has plenty of pain. I am afraid for him,” said the woman Evie knew as Aaliyah.
“Take me to him.” Evangeline Tourmaine, Evie to her friends, grabbed her satchel and followed the woman as she rushed through the village. They entered a hut at the edge of town, one in much better shape than most others around it, and the interior was clean, almost as clean as the clinic’s hut she worked out of in the center of the village.
The man lay on a cot in the far corner of the room. Evie slowed her steps as she approached. “Hello, Rafael. I’m Doctor Evie. I’m going to find out what is causing your pain. All right?”
“Yes,” said the man between harsh, labored breaths.
“Where does it hurt?” she asked as she pulled on a pair of disposable latex gloves.
He put his hand over his right side above his hip.
“Here.”
She gently pressed around the area. Rafael screamed in pain. Not good.
“I’m sorry. I know it hurts. I’ll be as gentle as I can.”
Rafael nodded.
She checked his vitals. Temperature 103; Blood Pressure 135/90. Evie had expected the elevated BP because of the pain the man was in. She suspected his appendix was about to rupture and if it did, the poison would go all through him and that would mean certain death in these primitive conditions. Which meant immediate surgery, but there was no way to get him to the clinic, even if there was time.
“Rafael, I need to do another exam to confirm my suspicions. Is that all right with you?”
For an answer, he nodded, still gasping for breath due to the pain.
“Rafael, it’s your appendix,” she informed him a few minutes later. “It has to come out before it bursts,” she said as she removed the soiled gloves and put on a fresh pair.
“Okay, Doctor. Just please, stop the pain,” he pleaded.
“Can you sit up?”
“I think so.” Aaliyah helped her husband to a sitting position.
“Rafael, I’m going to give you an epidural, a needle which I will inject near the spinal cord and nerve roots. It has both anesthetic and pain reliever, so it will relieve the pain and freeze that part of your body so I can perform the operation.”
“All right.”
She prepared the needle and swiped his skin with an alcohol swab. “This may be uncomfortable, but try not to move.” She injected the medication. “You can lie down again now,” she said as she prepared her instruments for the operation. Thankfully, they were already sterilized and wrapped.
“Aaliyah, I will need some hot water and a few wash cloths and towels to clean up with.”
“Right away, Doctor.”
She had a thermal blanket in her bag. It was waterproof and she took it out to slide it under Rafael to protect the bed. Not an easy task, but with Aaliyah’s help, they got it in place.
“I can’t feel my legs,” Rafael complained.
“No worries. That means the anesthesia is working. You will sleep soon.”
He nodded off almost immediately and Evie began the task of removing the appendix without it rupturing. In this heat and in less than sterile conditions, Evie prayed for guidance and a successful operation.
Three and a half hours later, the operation a success and the patient bandaged, Evie was finished except for the clean up. She’d had to stop once to tie a bandanna around her forehead as the heat of midday intruded. She removed it now. It was soaked, but it had served its purpose.
“You go home, Doctor Evie. I clean up,” said Aaliyah.
“Are you sure?” Aaliyah sometimes volunteered at the clinic, so she knew to keep her home as sterile as it could be, given a dirt floor.
“Yes, you saved my Rafael. You go home now. Rest.”
“All right, but keep a close watch for signs of infection. His dressing needs to remain dry. Here are a couple of extras, but don’t change it unless you feel there’s a need.” Evie then counted out enough pain medication to do Rafael for a few days. “These are for the pain. One every four hours as needed. If you need me, holler or go fetch someone from the clinic.”
“I will.”
“Thank you, Aaliyah. I am tired.” Tired? She was exhausted. Evie wiped off her instruments and put them back in her bag ready to sterilize them when she got back to the clinic.
She hugged the other woman and left, walking back through the village a lot slower than when she’d gone with Aaliyah. She heard an infant crying and headed in that direction to find the child quieted now that she was feeding. Evie nodded and smiled at the mother, then resumed her trek to the clinic. She smiled as she came across some children playing tag. If only she had their energy.
She pushed back the curtain and entered the clinic, proud of what she’d accomplished here in this village. It was nothing more than a straw and clay hut like the natives lived in, only bigger, with white curtains dividing the inside area into cubicles of a sort. People came from miles around to see the lady doctor.
“Doctor Evie, you need to call home right away,” said her nurse assistant for the day. “The message is on your desk.”
Home…thousands of miles away…just what she didn’t need at the end of a long, stress-filled day. What did her stepmother want now? Ever since her father died, the woman seemed to think Evie had to cater to her. It wasn’t enough that she’d arranged a quarterly income from the estate for the woman, she constantly had her hand out for extras. And the pleading had gotten worse since she’d remarried. Apparently, her new husband couldn’t afford to keep her in style.
In no particular hurry to talk to the woman, Evie checked on a couple of her patients and grabbed a coffee and a snack from the kitchen area before going to the office. She sat behind the desk and heaved a tired sigh as she picked up the message slip.
It wasn’t from her stepmother.
A lawyer’s office she’d never heard of had called to say there’d been a death in the family. She was to call for details.
The news took her by surprise. They had to be referring to her stepmother. She was the only ‘family’ Evie had left. Evie felt a brief pang of guilt for her less than complimentary thoughts about her stepmother, but there was no love lost between them. They’d barely tolerated each other.
Might as well get it over with. She picked up the phone and dialed the number written on the paper. She’d have to go home for the funeral and settle the estate.
What on earth could she do with the Fairlawn Estate? Yes, she’d lived there growing up, but it was an historic mansion full of antiquities and never had felt like home, not that she’d had anything to compare it to at the time.
She was put through to an answering machine. It let her know that no one was in the office and to leave a number.
“This is Dr. Evangeline Tourmaine. Your office called to inform me of a death in the family. I will be enroute to America as soon as I can arrange a replacement and should be in Ohio by weeks end. I’ll be in touch when I arrive as I will not be available for you to contact me.” She hung up not really knowing if she should have given them any more information.
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Due to the circumstances, she was able to find a replacement fairly quickly, but still, it was almost three days later when she’d boarded the plane. Eighteen hours in the air and two plane changes later, she was home. Or close to it. She hadn’t slept a wink on the plane due to an elderly gentleman snoring beside her, so her first stop was the airport hotel. She’d get a good night’s sleep and rent a vehicle in the morning to drive the rest of the way.
It didn’t happen as planned. Evie woke through the night, soaked with sweat from a raging fever. When she got up to get her thermometer and a couple of pain meds for the headache forming, she ended up running to the bathroom and hugging the toilet bowl for the next half hour. When she was able, she grabbed a cold washcloth and the small garbage can and went back to bed.
Morning didn’t bring with it any miracles. She was back to hugging the bowl again. As a doctor, she realized that she’d been hit with a flu virus. She knew she had to replace the fluids she’d upchucked, but the room had nothing except water, which had promptly set off the retching again.
The front desk called at one point to remind her of check out time. Evie took the opportunity to inform them she was sick and had to stay a few more days and requested juice, tea, and toast be sent up. Although she loved her coffee in the morning, just the thought of it made her stomach churn.
Three days later, her fever broke and the retching stopped. On the fourth morning, she was able to stand without the room spinning. She ordered a light breakfast and grabbed a much-needed shower.
Her stepmother had been buried by then and, as there was now no rush to get home, she allowed herself two more days of rest. By then, she felt recovered enough to continue her journey, so she rented a car, checked out of the hotel, and headed out. She’d only gotten about thirty miles down the highway when her weakened condition had her seeing double and she checked into the next motel she saw.
The next few days were spent alternately resting and building up her stamina. Full meals helped. It was a country motel and the meals were hearty and nourishing. Still weak from the ordeal and resigned to the task ahead of her, she drove home.
The Fairlawn Estate was just as she’d left it years ago. The grounds were professionally groomed and the stone façade gleamed from a recent storm, or at least, that was her guess. She sat in the car taking in her surroundings and knew she wouldn’t be staying in that big, empty mausoleum of a house, so she turned around and headed back to town. She’d drop in on the lawyer and then decide where to go and what to do.
An hour later, dazed and confused, Evie returned to Fairlawn. The lawyer was wrong. She didn’t know where he’d gotten the phony will, but Sheriff Caine was not the new owner of Fairlawn. The estate was hers and had been for years. Her grandfather had entrusted the estate to her on his death and no conman sheriff or his thieving lawyer was going to yank it out from under her. Even if she didn’t want to live in it, it was still her family’s property and she was the only one left. It was up to her to decide what to do with the estate.
She walked around the grounds, through the formal gardens, bypassed the gazebo, and ended up at the boathouse. It had always been a special spot for her and she’d spent a lot of time there as a child. If she wasn’t reading or writing a story, she was swimming in the lake.
Evie went inside and opened the big door to the bright, sunshiny day, a distinct contrast to her current mood, and sat on the sill looking out over the water. The gentle ebb and flow of the lake in front of her calmed her enough to realize that she needed to call her lawyer.
She dug out the prepaid disposable she’d purchased at the airport and dialed the number from memory. “Jacob Prescott, please. Evangeline Tourmaine calling.”
“One moment, please.”
Soft hold music sounded in her ear and she became conscious of footsteps behind her. Someone had entered the boathouse.
Evie turned toward the sound and a man in police uniform stood beside a giant of a man who had a gun pointed at her.
“Well, now, who have we here? Looks like a trespasser to me. Wouldn’t you say so, Miguel?” said the officer.
“Sure does, Sheriff. Maybe I should do something about her.”
“Yes, I think you should.”
Evie didn’t wait to hear any more. Fear shot her adrenalin sky high and she quickly ducked behind the skiff, pulled down the wench, sent the gear falling from the rafters, and took off running along the lake.
The gunman got off a wild shot while everything was falling on him. She felt the burn as the bullet entered her shoulder, but there was no time to waste.
What the heck was going on?
Evie made it back to her rental car and took off, spinning a volley of gravel stones at the two men now running behind her. She knew they could easily track the car, so she pulled into a seldom-used side road at the edge of town and parked. She walked back through the woods, leaving the car abandoned at the side of the road. All she carried was her backpack, which held her doctor’s bag, toiletries, wallet, and a change of clothes. She’d have to get to a phone and call her lawyer as she’d lost her disposable cell when she ran. She also had to call the rental company and tell them where to pick up their car.
But right now, she needed to stay alive and figure things out.
The walk through the woods was peaceful and quiet but it was getting darker by the minute. Once she’d gone about as far as her tired body would allow, she happened upon a shed in a clearing. She wondered who had built it and why it was there in the middle of nowhere. Then she spotted the charred remains of someone’s house long since abandoned.
She turned toward the shed and slowly pulled the door open, hoping nothing hid inside waiting to attack. Nothing scurried or slithered about, so she batted a few cobwebs away and looked inside the darkened interior. She could barely see an old car seat, which sat along the opposite wall. It would have to do. She closed the door and fumbled her way to the bench seat in the dark. She needed to rest for a moment. If she could just catch her breath.
Who was after her? Her mind raced at all the possibilities. This wasn’t how her return stateside was supposed to happen. She was so exhausted. She needed to find some place safe, but where? An officer had been with the man shooting at her. An officer the man referred to as sheriff. The same one trying to cheat her out of her home? How many other men were on his payroll? Darn it all! If she couldn’t trust the police, then who?
Evangeline slumped to a prone position. She was so tired and confused…and angry that someone would try to kill her. That had to be Sheriff Caine with that man at the boathouse. He’d acted as if he owned the place.
The shock started to wear off and the searing pain from the gunshot wound throbbed. She couldn’t stop herself from sobbing due to the fear and pain. She must have slept. When next she awoke, it was morning. The dull gray of a rainy dawn filtered through the one grimy window. Rain thundered on the tin roof, but the shed had kept her dry.
She stood, her body stiff and sore from sleeping in such a cramped space, but she had to keep moving. She’d soon have to tend to the gunshot wound before it got infected. She had already lost a lot of blood and was fast losing what little strength she’d regained since her bout with the flu. And she was hungry. She’d had nothing to eat since breakfast at the motel the day before.
Plodding along on tired feet in wet shoes was not her idea of a good time. Her hood was up but rivulets of water ran down inside the front. She could barely see two feet in front of her – it rained that hard at times. She had to find a place, a washroom or something, where she could remove the bullet and bandage the wound. Tap water had to be better than lake water for cleansing the injury.
She’d made it to town but didn’t dare walk down the street or stop at a restaurant. Evangeline stayed in the shadows as much as possible. With the heavy rain, not too many people were out and about, but she doubted that her attackers had quit looking for her. They were out there waiting to pounce. Of that, she was certain.
She had to find somewhere safe to stay…to hide out…to rest, until she could figure out what the sheriff and his lawyers were up to.
Please, God, help me.
When she glanced up to get her bearings, the word Sanctuary stood out, loud and clear, the lighted sign beckoning from the side of a building just ahead.
Thank you, Lord.

End of teaser excerpt. Ready for more?

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Denise Ellyson, aka Nese, lives in a small town in rural Ohio with her own Prince Charming, two boys, and a cat they rescued. She’s an avid fan of romance, particularly when it has a suspense element. She’s always brimming with ideas and loves getting her thoughts down on paper. The day Denise released her first novel, Escape to Sanctuary, an inspirational romantic suspense, was one of the most exciting days of her life.

Denise is a bit of a Mrs. Fix It and enjoys doing repairs and renovations on her family home. She enjoys art and her paintings have been in several art shows. She feels she has the greatest job of all, working for her Christian ministry as an artist and designer.

To connect with Denise, check out her website: Neseellyson.com

You can also find her in the following places:

Twitter – @NeseDenise

Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/nese.ellyson

Goodreads – https://www.goodreads.com/author/Nese_Ellyson

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99 Cent Sale!!!

Published January 29, 2016 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

Blessed Homecoming is one of my favorite novels. Classified as an inspirational, contemporary, romantic suspense, ergo…a clean read with plenty of action. 🙂

A friend of mine, Denise Ellyson, challenged me to write a story to enter in a Harlequin Love Inspired Suspense contest. It wasn’t accepted due to a birthing scene, Blessed Homecoming_200x300but that’s okay. Even the most devout Christian knows there is nudity involved in giving birth. As it was pertinent to the story and the situation in which the main characters found themselves in, I left the scene in.

Blurb:

Wendy Danforth is preparing to be a single mom, her ex-husband in jail for spousal abuse. She returns home to Riverton, New Brunswick, only to be caught off guard by the handyman in residence. Attraction hits, swift and piercing, but she quells her unruly emotions. With one bad relationship behind her, she’s in no hurry to get involved in another. Besides, at almost nine months pregnant, she wasn’t exactly looking her best.

Jake Roberts, hired to renovate the Danforths’ house, took one look at his employer’s daughter and wanted to run far and fast. He hadn’t been around a pregnant woman in three long years, not since his wife and unborn son died in an auto accident. But when her ex-husband escapes custody, he steps up to protect Wendy and her unborn child.

Excerpt:

Jake found it hard to believe what he’d overheard, what that sweet, caring woman had endured at the hands of a man who had vowed to cherish and protect her. He’d been heading down to retrieve a package of wood screws when he heard Wendy crying and didn’t want to interrupt. He didn’t want to eavesdrop either, but her pain-wracked voice kept him an unwilling captive as she relayed events.

Broken bones, cracked ribs, dislocated shoulder and bruising over seventy-five per cent of her body. Then to heal and find out she was pregnant! Why would she be so happy about having that man’s baby? Surely, she couldn’t still love him after all that.

Hearing her speak of her faith in the midst of all that suffering struck a rusty chord inside his gut. Somehow, deep down, her quiet acceptance and determination spoke to him in ways that expensive therapy had not. She was a survivor, he’d give her that, but if her friend hadn’t found her—no, he wouldn’t go there. He couldn’t. Divine intervention, she’d called it. He called it lucky.

She’d come home to heal and build a new life for herself and the baby. Surrounded by family and friends, she’d never have to fear for her life again. Although he’d barely known her twenty-four hours and had a definite aversion to getting involved in her problems, he’d do what he could to help her adjust to living in a small town again. If the gossips wanted to pair them off, so be it. He’d been through worse—much worse.

He sat on the step with his head in his hands, undecided whether to let her know he’d overheard or pretend ignorance. How could he ignore the pain she’d suffered? More surprisingly, he realized he wanted to be there for her, to prove that not every man was prone to acts of violence. Although, like her father, he’d had some thoughts on what he’d like to do to her ex if he ever had the chance.

She took the matter out of his hands when she sat a couple steps below him and, placing a hand on his knee, asked, “How much did you hear?”

His head jerked up and he searched her eyes, expecting to see anger and disgust at his audacity, but there was none. “Pretty much all of it. I’m sorry, Wendy. I didn’t intend to eavesdrop, but I didn’t want to barge in on you either.”

“Are you all right?”

“You’re asking me? After all you’ve suffered, I should be asking you that question.”

“My suffering ended the day he was found guilty. All that’s left now is the sentencing in two weeks’ time and I don’t need to be there for that.”

“But you’re expecting his child. How is that not suffering, considering what he put you through?”

“Every life is a gift from God. I don’t always understand His methods, but at least I have one good thing resulting from a failed marriage.”

“Did you love him that much?”

“At first, yes, very much. He was the man I’d always dreamed about, kind, caring and it didn’t hurt that he was gorgeous to boot.” She smiled at the memory, then sobered. “The love died a slow death when the abuse started. He always made me feel like it was my fault, until the day I ended up in the hospital with a broken arm and didn’t go back. I realized then my dreams of a happy ever after were never going to happen.”

“What did you do? Where did you go?”

“A social worker at the hospital made a couple of calls and arranged a bed in a shelter for abused women. My arm being broken meant I couldn’t work for a couple weeks, but when I returned, I found out from my boss, Emma, that he’d been haunting the place, waiting for me to show up. She’d had to call the police on a couple of occasions.

She became my best friend. Emma encouraged me to lay charges and file a restraining order against him, which I did. I also filed for divorce. He didn’t show up in court, didn’t contest it, so the judge granted the petition based on the abuse.”

“I would think so,” he huffed in agreement.

“I saw Clyde around from time to time after that, and he never made any effort to approach me, for which I was thankful. But the night before the divorce became final, he showed up after I got home from work. The rest, as they say, is history.”

“Can you really put it all behind you that easily?”

“Believe me, Jake, it hasn’t been easy. Easy started yesterday when Mama met me at the bus stop with her arms wide open. Until then, I’d hoped, but wasn’t at all certain of my welcome, circumstances being what they are.”

He placed a hand over hers where it still rested on his knee. “For what it’s worth, I’m glad you’re here. You are one remarkably strong lady and I’m honored to be your friend.”

“My faith is what’s strong. I had to believe the Lord has a purpose for me in this life. That’s when I decided it was time to come home. I’d been away too long.” She gently disentangled her hand and rose to her feet, slightly wobbly at first, causing him to reach out and grab her upper arms to steady her. “Thank you.”

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I hope you enjoyed this teaser excerpt. It always brings tears to my eyes when I read it. There is no excuse for abuse, but it takes a lot of strength to survive, even thrive, after an event so horrible.

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New Release! Guarding Flint

Published January 29, 2016 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

New Release!!! It’s that time again. LOL

Guarding Flint, Wyoming Secrets Book 1, is my 31st title and is now available on Amazon. Just click the link at the end of this post and it will take you to the Amazon nearest you. Gotta love those international links. 🙂 Guarding Flint

Guarding Flint is a contemporary novel of romantic suspense. It’s also a clean read for those of you who don’t appreciate the bedroom door being open. 🙂

Blurb:

Ella Delaney is a small town girl with a big heart, except when it concerns Flint Harrington. She’s working a case when her sons’ long absent father winds up in the middle of her stakeout.

Flint reconnects with Ella during his working vacation in Thayne, Wyoming, hoping for a long overdue reconciliation. But shots fired at him coupled with his daughter’s kidnapping has Ella investigating him instead.

Can they work out their troubled past while surviving present dangers? Or the better question…after the way Flint left years ago without a word, can he count on Ella’s help?

Excerpt:

Chapter One

“No!” Ella Delaney spoke under her breath as a car drove up to the building she had under surveillance. The old manufacturing plant had been redone and now encompassed several office suites, but as it was after hours, the amount of activity she’d seen as she drove by was unusual. This car was a late model Ford Fusion, a family car, different from the splashy vehicles that had arrived earlier.

“Don’t get out. Go away,” she pleaded silently to no avail. Instinct told her something was about to go down, but she hadn’t a clue what, so she’d called for back up and stayed out of sight.

The man braked to a stop in front of the main entrance. He turned off the engine. Her heart launched into her throat as he opened the driver’s door. Could he be part of the organization that leased this building? The man stepped onto the asphalt parking lot and closed the door. She saw the glint of a gun barrel from an upstairs window at the same time as she recognized the man by the car…Flint Harrington. He hadn’t changed much, except for the fancy suit he wore.

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Her stomach knotted in fear for him. Then adrenalin kicked in and she ran. The distance between them seemed farther with every step. “Get down!” she hollered. She was upon him in moments and knocked him to the ground. Bullets peppered the pavement around them, but they were relatively safe behind the shelter of his vehicle. “We have to get out of here.” She slipped sideways to let him up, suddenly conscious of the fact that she had landed on top of him. He used to like having me in that position. She gave her head a mental shake and moved into a low crouch. “Keep your head down unless you want it blown off.”

“What the hell is going on?” he asked in a harsh voice.

“Later.” Ella shot a quick glance at the window. “He’s reloading. Now’s our chance.” She opened the driver’s door and crawled across the seat, careful to keep her head low, but when she turned, he was still on his knees outside. “Flint, come on.”

His head jerked up when he heard his name and a brief moment later, she saw recognition dawn on his handsome face. He nodded once and climbed in behind the wheel. “Where to?”

“Anywhere. Just go. Get us out of here.” She dialed her partner as Flint reversed and, with tires squealing, took off. She ducked as bullets sprayed the passenger side of the car.

“Bursey.”

“Fred, where are you?”

“Enroute to your location. ETA two minutes,” he answered.

She straightened up in her seat. “I hope you brought back-up. Those guys are armed and shooting at anyone who goes near. I just rescued a civilian from their parking lot.”

“Good God! Are you all right?” he asked.

“I’m fine and so is the civilian.”

He mumbled something in response. She didn’t quite catch it, but she knew what he was thinking. She wished Fred wouldn’t come off as being so protective just because she was a female. She’d been on the job long enough to prove herself and then some.

“Signing off. We’ll park around the corner of Seventh and Douglas and wait for you.” She disconnected the call and clipped her phone back into its holster.

Flint braked to a stop in front of a derelict building on the corner of Seventh and Douglas.

“You were eavesdropping,” she accused.

He turned toward her, a frown marring his features. “Hardly eavesdropping when you’re sitting right beside me. I couldn’t help but overhear. So what’s going on?”

Business, Delaney. Stick to business and forget about those blue, blue eyes and that hunky body. “Why were you at that building?”

He settled back in his seat, his gaze roaming over her from head to toe. “It’s not polite to answer a question with a question,” he replied.

His avid perusal made Ella glad she was sitting down. Her body tingled with awareness from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. If she’d been standing, she was certain her legs wouldn’t hold her; such was his effect on her…still. “So sue me. Now answer the question.” She showed him her badge.

He appeared suitably impressed, his eyebrows rose in surprise as he nodded. “I didn’t know you’d entered law enforcement. And to answer your question, I was there to check on an order.”

How could you know? You left without a word and didn’t bother to keep in touch. “What kind of order?” Several vehicles pulled into the lot across the road. “Never mind. Later. Stay put.” She exited the car and joined her comrades.

“Who’s your friend,” Fred asked.

“Flint Harrington. What’s the plan?” she asked, nodding at her colleagues to acknowledge their presence.

“Harrington? What’s he doing in town?” Fred’s forehead creased as he squinted his eyes against the sunlight and tried to see through the tinted glass on Flint’s car.

“Delivering an order, but we’ll get to that later.”

“All right. You said they’re shooting? From where?” Fred asked.

“The shooter was at an upstairs window in front. As soon as Flint got out of his car, he opened fire.” She shuddered at the realization that he could’ve been shot. Hell, they both could’ve ended up bleeding out on the asphalt.

“And you ran to his rescue at the risk of getting yourself killed? You just might have saved one of the organization’s men. Did you think of that?” Fred lectured, his stance one of outrage.

“Momentarily, yes, but if he was part of their organization, why would they shoot at him?” she asked, trying to keep calm in the face of his questioning. “Now, what’s the plan?” she asked, effectively changing the subject.

“How did you get so close without them seeing you?” Fred asked.

“I saw too many cars in the parking lot of a vacant building, so I parked and went in from the east side. There aren’t any windows on that wall and I was able to hide behind a dumpster and watch as several shady-looking characters arrived, most carrying packages of some sort. It didn’t look good and I wasn’t going to tackle that crew alone, so I called for back-up. From what I’ve observed, the east side is still our best approach.”

“Then let’s go.” He turned to the other officers present. “Ella and I will go first, then count to ten and send two more. Repeat. Any questions?” Fred asked.

Everyone shook their heads, ready to follow at ten paces.

“Keep alert,” he said.

Fred took the lead, as usual, even though it had been her stakeout. She couldn’t blame him though. He’d protected her from the time they were little kids and living in foster care. She’d needed him then. Now…not so much, but he was the big brother she’d never had and she didn’t want to hurt his feelings by protesting too much.

Halfway to the building, she heard engines start around front. Tires squealed and she could smell the burnt rubber as they took off. “I don’t like this.”

“Neither do I,” Fred said as they kept moving forward.

An explosion rent the air and they dived for cover behind an abandoned vehicle, debris falling all around them as if it was dark rain.

“What in the blazes was that?” she asked, brushing a burning ember off her shoulder.

“They bombed the place. You okay?” Fred asked as he looked her over and brushed away more of the ash that had landed on her.

“I’m fine. You?” she asked as she took stock of the officers following. It looked as if no one had gotten hurt in the blast. Fred didn’t have time to answer as a second explosion, much nearer, had them running for a safer spot.

She hit speed dial for emergency as she ran. This was an older section of Thayne, Wyoming, and these buildings would burn like matchsticks.

“911. What is the nature of your emergency?” asked the dispatcher.

“This is Officer Ella Delaney. There’s been a bombing at the old cheese factory on Douglas. Send emergency crews.”

“Right away, Officer Delaney. Was anyone hurt?”

“I don’t think so. Better send the paramedics just in case.”

“I’m on it.”

Ella stopped beside Fred and the other officers at a safe distance from the blaze and looked back at the carnage. Several smaller explosions added to the flames as they watched. The entire building was a blazing inferno. She heard sirens in the distance. “It’s a good thing we didn’t try to rush the place. We would’ve been blown to kingdom come.”

“Or shot down on sight.”

“Yeah. Do you think Flint was a decoy? If they suspected we were onto them, they might’ve arranged that little scenario to draw us out into the open.”

“Maybe, or it could be that he was targeted because of his involvement with them,” Fred said, watching her closely.

Did Fred suspect she still had feelings for the man after all the time that had elapsed since Flint had been gone? “You mean they didn’t trust him for some reason?”

“Could be just about anything.”

“Then we’d better get back and take his statement,” she said, hoping Flint had a viable answer for being on the scene. The fire trucks arrived and the firefighters went to work on controlling the blaze. They assigned a few men to crowd control and, as there was nothing else they could do to help, they walked back to their vehicles.

Flint’s car was gone.

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That’s it for now, folks. Enjoy!

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Guarding Flint now Available for Pre-order!!!

Published January 16, 2016 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

Yes, you read it right. 🙂 Guarding Flint

Guarding Flint, Book 1 in my new Wyoming Secrets western series, is releasing on January 29th, but I’m happy to announce that it is now available for pre-order.

Blurb:

Ella Delaney is a small town girl with a big heart, except when it concerns Flint Harrington. Tough as nails city cop Ella is working a case when her son’s long absent father winds up in the middle of her stakeout.

Flint reconnects with Ella during his working vacation in Thayne, Wyoming, hoping for a long overdue reconciliation. But shots fired at him coupled with his daughter’s kidnapping has Ella investigating him instead.

Can they work out their troubled past while surviving present dangers? Or the better question…after the way Flint left years ago without a word, can he count on Ella’s help?

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