#Contest ~ Saved by Layna Pimentel #Historical #Scottish #Romance (@LaynaPimentel)


Saved by Layna Pimentel
Published by Liquid Silver Publishing.
ISBN: 978-1-62210-360-7
Historical Romance | Scottish
171 Pages


When betrayal hits the Highlands once again, the duty falls upon Laird Colin McIntyre to rid his country of those in league with the English. What he doesn’t expect is to fall in love with the most unlikely of allies.


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Laird Colin McIntyre is faced with a dilemma. Wed the daughter of his enemy or watch the destruction of his clan. However, he’s captured before he can declare war. Time is of the essence, and if he’s to escape, his only chance rests with the hope that his men arrive before the wedding.

Abandoned by her guardian, Beatrice finds herself stationed as a servant in the keep and ordered by Laird Sinclair to tend to Colin, who is being held against his will. Inexplicably drawn to the Highlander and his kindness, she vows to help him escape, but at what cost?

With their fates intertwined, will Colin and Beatrice finally be free of Sinclair’s reign of terror? Or will they be driven apart once again by an invasion led by new enemy forces, never knowing how much they’re meant to be together?

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Copyright © 2016, Layna Pimentel.

“Are ye angry with me because ye think I’m going to pass ye off to another or because ye want more of the pleasure I gave ye last night?”

Beatrice hadn’t the slightest clue how to respond to his question. In fact, she had no idea how to feel at this moment. She desired him, but she wanted so much more than to become a leman. Up until her exile, Beatrice had hoped to one day marry and have children, and no one in the Highlands would have her.

“I’m not sure why I’m angry, if ye must know. I have no idea why I thought giving myself to ye was a good idea.”

“If yer talking about the lad, I had no idea ye still cared for him. If yer worried that I will hand ye off to another, I will not do so unless that is what ye want. And I have no idea where ye seem to think I would have made ye my leman. I do not want one at all. I haven’t got the time to keep mistresses about, but I do have need of a wife.”

Beatrice stilled in his arms. “A wife?”

“Aye, a wife. How do ye suppose I will have heirs? Immaculate conception?”

“I see,” she said, unsure of where this discussion was going to end.

“Right now is not the time to discuss these issues. Even a laird has to take time away from bed to tend to important matters. I will return to the keep, and Giric will escort ye when yer ready.”

“Why must I go? Yer affairs are exactly that. Yers.”

“My affairs also include you, from the moment I made ye mine. So, ye’ll join me at the keep within the hour, and do not keep me waiting.”

Colin lifted her off of him and placed her back on the bed. She watched him dress just as quickly, splash some water on his face, and walk out of the cottage.

Lord, if they didna have the audience outside of the cottage, she’d have yelled at him soundly and remind him that this was her home and not his.

But Lord, how she adored that man and the very body he possessed.

Beatrice left the bed to see what clean water she had left in the pail. Luckily, she had enough to clean herself up and make herself presentable before Colin and Lady McIntyre.

By the time she met Giric outside, a small group of soldiers had joined him.

“Are ye ready, Beatrice?”

“I thought I was only to be accompanied by ye?”

“The laird thought it would be a good idea to have more just in case there were any lingering soldiers loyal to the Sinclair.”

“I see. Well, if we must, then let us be on our way. I canna imagine he’d be happy if I kept him any longer.”

“Just a word of advice, lass. What the laird wants, he usually gets. So ye might not want to incite his anger.” Giric leaned in and whispered, “Unless yer wanting yer backside spanked.”


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Born and raised in Toronto, Ontario, Layna discovered her love of reading at an early age. She’s a bestselling author at All Romance eBooks and a multi-published author of historical, paranormal, and contemporary erotic romances. When she isn’t devouring salacious romance novels or writing, she enjoys hiking and researching ancient history, mythology, and weaponry. She lives in Northern Ontario with her husband and two daughters.

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Spotlight ~ A Gift From Fate by Layna Pimentel #Fantasy #Romance #NewRelease @LaynaPimentel


A Gift from Fate
Series: Tempting Fate Book # 1
Genre Fantasy, Romance
Heat Level 3
Words 16500
Content Notes: Hot

After colliding with a stunning vision in white, retired Staff Sergeant Brent Daniels offers to drive the beautiful stranger to a hotel for the night, but instead discovers he’s with one very lost creature. He’s bewitched by her sinful curves, her dark and mesmerizing eyes, and the pull at his soul with each minute passing. Nevertheless, he can’t shake the feeling she’s hiding something.

Melpomene, daughter of Zeus, finds her handsome rescuer resembles the man who has continuously haunted her dreams. Before long, she’s in his arms, wanting more. Knowing their days are numbered, desperation leads her to reach out for help by an unlikely ally.

When her father locates where she’s been staying and with whom she’s given herself to, an ultimatum of life or death is given.

Just how far will these two lovers go, and what will they sacrifice to be together?


An overwhelming urge to vault from her chambers and down Mount Helikon suppressed her thoughts or any reasoning for the rush. Melpomene’s sense of time and space no longer held any relevance. The Fates knew. Only they possessed the knowledge behind her dreams and the questions weighing her down. She rushed past her sister without a glance, heeding the warning of the whisper.
A chill enveloped her, compelling her to a halt only a few feet away from the crone, as Atropos, the Fate who severed the Thread of Life, forced her thoughts upon Melpomene.
“For the love of Zeus, child, why do you trespass into our domain?”
“Leave her be, sister.”
The same flutter of air from her chamber whirled around the spot where she stood frozen.
With a flowing white gown and a crown of dark curls held in place by laurels, Clotho embodied motherhood, nurturing when required. Nevertheless, her primary role of determining the length of one’s lifespan remained in the back of Melpomene’s mind.
“You’ve come. You seek. Your dream is a prophecy of what is to come, daughter of Zeus. Do you truly wish to foresee what your future holds?”
Words escaped her, leaving her unsure how to proceed.
“Trapped between both worlds.” Clotho circled to the right.
Atropos to the left. “His time has long since passed.”
“But your passion will be both a beginning and an end.” Lachesis stopped directly in
front of her.
“What on Mt. Olympus are you talking about?” She hadn’t told anyone about the
dream, but the Fates knew all according to legend.
Overwhelmed and uncertain, Melpomene attempted to sidestep but couldn’t as the
Moirai closed in.
“You have but three days to experience and let go. Be sure to comprehend that the
mortal is nothing but a conflict of interest. He has no place in our world, nor you in his. However, there may be an opportunity to leave this life and start another.”
“Wait. Three days to experience what?” she asked.
All three Fates assumed their positions by Atropos’ spindle of life.
“This is my gift to you, daughter of Zeus, but heed our warning. Should you speak
your true name, you can be assured there are those who will hear it on Mt. Olympus. ’Tis known, no daughter of Zeus should ever consummate with a mortal without his blessing. ’Tis known, Zeus shows no mercy to those who defy him. God or mortal, if you are discovered, you will be punished severely,” Clotho said.
“I don’t understand. What do you mean?” Melpomene’s surroundings vanished, a white, blinding light wrapping around her.
When the light dimmed, she stood in a downpour of warm, soothing rain, clothed in only a white linen dress. The garment clung to her body, revealing every nuance and curve, leaving little to the imagination. She hurried to cover herself, turning in a quick circle to hide, but crashed face-first into a muscular wall.
She glanced up. The green eyes gazing back at her left her breathless. Her heart raced a mile-a-minute, and when the familiarity struck her, she staggered back, tripping over the nearby curb. “It’s you.”
The same green eyes from her dream connected with hers, the same devastatingly handsome body begging to be touched. Ruined, with no chance of escaping the sinful thoughts fogging her mind, Melpomene lost the capability to move. Not even the downpour distracted her from the memory of their wicked encounters in dreamscape. Blast the  Oneiroi, the rain, and the Fates.

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Spotlight ~ A Sinful Education by Layna Pimentel #Historical #Romance #Kindle #NewRelease @LaynaPimentel

HRasinfuleducation-1A Sinful Education by Layna Pimentel

Pleasure Garden Follies, Book 2

Erotic Historical Romance – novella – 43,000 words

ISBN – 978-1-62210-312-6

 Welcome back to the Pleasure Garden Follies series from Regency romance author Layna Pimentel. Danger, arranged marriages, forbidden passion, and a heroine determined to make her own choices will keep you turning the pages of book 2 in the series, A Sinful Education.


Lord Charles Avonlea has evaded marriage over the last year, but his mother is determined to find him a wife. Far from consenting to any of her choices, he sets his sights on the one woman unavailable to him, his best friend’s younger sister. With no regard for the law or her impending nuptials, he is determined to make Lady Emily Thompson his bride. The only trouble is, he’s stumbled upon dangerous information and hopes he can get to her before it’s too late.

Stunned and dismayed at discovering the arrangement between her mother and the Duke of Downsbury, Lady Emily Thompson searches for a way to break the marriage pact with the duke. She longs to be with the only man who indulges her curiosity, yet finds herself in the middle of a scandal that will crush her dreams forever.

Will she find a way to get out of marrying the duke, or will she find herself in the same predicament as the previous duchess?

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Emily gently closed her chamber door and swept down the hall, pausing outside of his room. The glow of the fireplace danced across the floor under the door, but all was silent. Perhaps he was reading from the privacy of the curtained platform bed or standing in the window, basking in the view the west side of the manor offered.

She quietly opened his door and closed it behind her.
No one stirred, nor made a sound.
She took a step forward, parting her lips to call for him.
A soft moan caught her attention and uncertainty crept up her spine. She should not have proceeded, but went on to appease her curiosity. Stealing further into the room, she paused in the corner.

She caught sight of his lordship through the break of the curtains. Charles’ eyes were closed, chest exposed as his hand moved beneath the sheet barely covering his waist. Lord, he’s a sight to watch, but what exactly is he doing?

Emily moved closer, but could not make head or tails of his motions. That is, until he called out, “Emily.”

He moaned, then kicked off his sheets.

Good heavens, the sight of him was impressive. Dark, curly hair dusted his chest. His muscles so refined that the creases begged her to touch them. Dampness settled between her thighs again. What the hell is wrong with me? Did he just moan out my name?

She could see clearly now as he stroked his manhood.
Emily gasped and stepped back, bumping into a chair. Drats!

Avonlea opened his eyes.
She lost all sense of what she had stumbled upon. She should not have been there, no matter how glorious or how beautiful he looked with his eyes closed, or how impressive his body appeared. She would land straight in purgatory for this sin and many others, but she stood at the edge of the platform still.

Charles reached for the sheet to cover himself, as he should, but Emily could not help but feel disappointed at the act of modesty. “You should not be here, young lady. What sort of devil are you, for sneaking upon a bachelor’s room as such?”


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Born and raised in Toronto, Ontario, Layna discovered her love of reading at an early age. She’s a bestselling author at All Romance eBooks, and multi-published author of historical, paranormal and contemporary erotic romances. When she isn’t devouring salacious romance novels or writing, she enjoys losing herself in researching ancient history and mythology, weaponry, and hiking. She lives in Northern Ontario, with her husband and two daughters.

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Spotlight ~ Scandal at Vauxhall by Layna Pimentel #Regency #NewRelease #Historical #Kindle @LaynaPimentel @LSB_lsbooks

Scandal At Vauxhall
Author Layna Pimentel
Series Pleasure Garden Follies
Book # 1
Genre Historical, Regency
Heat Level 2
Words 31,000
Content Notes Spicy, Regency, Historical
Publication Date 2/1/2016
Price: $4.99

Scandal At Vauxhall is book 1 in Layna Pimentel’s Pleasure Garden Follies series. Full of mystery, gambling, and a love story for the ages, this Regency romance is a wonderful addition to your historical romance library. Find out why scandal has never been sweeter, even when society dictates otherwise!

The love and happiness Isabel Salisbury expected in life when she accepted the proposal of the Marquess of Stoughton takes an unexpected turn, when he leaves on a mission for the war office. She is married off to the Duke of Brimley.

Nathaniel Thompson, the Marquess of Stoughton, is devastated to learn upon his return that Isabel has married the duke. When news of her husband’s death surfaces, Nathaniel sets out to make amends and will stop at nothing until she’s his marchioness.

But when London learns of a promiscuous tryst between them in the Daily, their credibility is at stake. They soon discover that nothing in life is simple, nor private, and all is fair in love and war.

Content Notes: Spicy, Regency, Historical

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Chapter 1 ~ London, England, 1818

The opulence of Lord and Lady Sinclair’s ballroom borrowed many Italian influences, to the artwork, chandeliers, and even the fabrics selected. Young ladies lined up on the one side as randy gentlemen scouted their amusement for the evening. And yet again, Her Grace, Isabel Griffith, the Duchess of Brimley, attended another high society event sans her duke.

Henry Griffith, the fifth Duke of Brimley, had always been known as a notorious rake, from the countless affairs he’d had with married women and dalliances with some of London’s most sought after courtesans, to coveting another duke’s wife, even after their nuptials.

Some days Isabel wondered if her father even cared that he’d wedded her into what would become a lifeless, loveless, and solitary union. One that benefitted the family name only, but made everyone involved despondent.

If only her family had been patient enough for Nathaniel’s return. She could have married into status as her parents desired, and she’d be happily in love. Isabel often wondered whatever happened to the marquess.

On a night like tonight, however, she was thankful for the lack of her husband’s presence. These types of occasions always put him in a sour mood. He’d wind up playing whist and lose. Then, he’d drink himself into a stupor, drag her away from whatever conversation she was having, take her home and bed her roughly, only to fall asleep before giving her any pleasure in return.

Pfft. What is pleasure anyway? Yet, while she didn’t have much experience in the ways of lovemaking, it was highly unlikely most marriage beds were like hers. Especially during these moments, she wished she had the courage to run.

Is married life supposed to be like this? Leaving me feeling filthy, unworthy, and so lonely? She hadn’t the slightest clue about what she’d ever done wrong, but the pang of regret over not standing up to her husband made her frailer with each passing day.

Distracting her from such sad thoughts, Lady Balfour approached, fanning herself with expediency. “My dear, have you heard? The Marquess of Stoughton has just arrived. My word, he hasn’t aged one bit, and he’s looking quite fit.”

Nathaniel! He’s alive. Isabel’s heart pounded in her chest as her gaze settled on him.

She hadn’t seen him since he’d told her he was leaving on business for the war office. Her pulse kicked up furiously to the point that she felt light-headed and breathless. He was still a sight for sore eyes. His dark hair and piercing blue gaze stood out in the crowd. The sheer breadth of his shoulders framed his muscular size. She watched as he stopped and spoke with other gentlemen, his back now facing her and Lady Balfour.

My God! He really is here. Would he even recognize me? Hardly. He’s probably here to fetch his mistress for the evening. Why would he even pay me any mind? Besides, she was a duchess, very much married, and obliged to keep up appearances.

“My, would you look at the size of his thighs,” Lady Coxley announced as she approached the ladies, garnering a few giggles from prying ears.

Isabel smirked, knowing all too well in what direction this conversation was headed. “They are wonderfully built, but I’m sure some other lady has laid claim on the marquess.”

“You haven’t heard, have you, Isabel?”

“What haven’t I heard?” she asked. Her breath hitched and her pulse raced. What could I have missed?

“Come away with me to the terrace. I wish to speak to you in private. We can’t have half of London listening in.”

She followed Lady Coxley outdoors, leaving behind the sounds of merriment to be embraced by the shrouded darkness of night and silence.

“They say the marquess will not marry until he’s found her.”

“Until he’s found who?”

“The one who broke his heart. But in all honesty, everyone knows it’s you. With any luck, perchance some horrible fate will happen upon Henry.”

If I were only so lucky. “You shouldn’t talk like that! And for the record, the marquess and I were done long ago. Remember, he’s the one who left me.”

“Isabel, you cannot expect me to believe that you haven’t thought about that man—at least once or ever—during the course of this sham of a marriage of yours. The haute ton in its entirety knows where he is right now. And you’d be a fool to think Henry gives two ninnies about your welfare.”

The sound of someone clearing their throat interrupted them.

“Excuse me, ladies, but I was wondering if perchance I could steal Her Grace for a dance.”

Good grief. Did he hear any of our discussion? I cannot believe he’s actually here. Heat coursed through Isabel at the thought of holding him once again. She nodded and held out her gloved palm for him to take. “I’d be honored, My Lord.”

“The pleasure is all mine, Your Grace.”

Leaving behind Lady Coxley, she followed his lead inside for a waltz.

“It’s been too long, Isabel. I’ve missed you terribly,” he whispered as they took a turn about the dance floor. Nathaniel bowed and took her hand. His touch warmed her, and the gentle squeeze that followed reassured her that the flame they once had was still there.

She and Henry hadn’t danced since their wedding and even then, he quickly discarded her to dance with the Duchess of Downsbury. If she’d only known her dismissal that evening would be the first of many others. For the most part, her husband had two left feet, but Nathaniel whisked her away gracefully to the tune. She wished to kiss him again and remind herself of their time together. Good heavens, Isabel. You’re married. Enough of this foolishness!

Isabel felt him pulling her closer as his arm at the small of her back pushed her in. His head dipped down, and, naturally, she looked up at him, ignoring every stare and whisper as they moved together. She finally cringed and mustered the courage to ask him the one thing weighing heavily on her mind. “Why did you take so long? Why didn’t you come sooner? Nathaniel, there hasn’t been a day I haven’t thought of you.”

As the music wound down and the dancers departed, Isabel locked her eyes on his and felt a tear escape. “You’ve been missed greatly, My Lord.”

His thumb swiped away the drop. “My dear, there hasn’t been a day, hour, or dream you haven’t occupied.”

Her chest tightened with his admission. Could he have really wanted me all this time?


Shouting from the foyer bled into the main ballroom as a squire and a number of other gentlemen made their way through. Recognizing one of the men as her footman, Isabel rushed toward him. “Stanley, what is wrong?”

“Your Grace! I’m so glad I found you. The duke…he was caught…something about a duel in Hyde Park.”

Slightly unsteady, she wavered on her feet, only to be caught by the marquess, who approached from behind. “I’m not sure what you mean, Stanley. What exactly was he caught doing?”

The footman lowered his voice to a whisper. “Your Grace, you know—the rumors of your husband’s affair with Her Grace, the Duchess of Downsbury. Well, apparently the duke found them in the duchess’s chambers when he entered to claim his husbandly rights.”

And there it was.

The world seemed to fade away upon hearing his words. However, she had always known of her husband’s infidelities, so she refused to swoon. “Thank you, Stanley. I wish to leave now. I’m sure all of London will know of this by morning, if they haven’t heard by now.” She turned to the marquess. “Thank you for the dance, My Lord. I bid you a good evening.”

With her head held high and her stomach in knots, Isabel departed the ball, fearing what the dawn would bring. Would she wait at home for her husband to stumble back after victory, or would she be delivered the news of his demise? Given the heartache Henry condemned her to, and the embarrassment he’d wreaked on his family name, perhaps she should attend.

Before the door to her carriage closed, she reached for the footman’s hand. “I’d like to stand witness to the duel.”

“But, Your Grace, no lady should view such wicked displays.”

“It couldn’t be any more humiliating than finding out your husband was caught by another. A fellow peer, no less.”

“I’ll see what I can do, Your Grace.”

Her attendance would mean going against all protocol and decorum, but she needed to see it, if for nothing more than closure.

* * * *

Nathaniel wondered what exactly had pulled Her Grace away in a hurry. As he walked around the ballroom, he listened to the whispers until he reached the games room. Lord Broxton waved him over to the whist table. Lords Avonlea and Rutledge cast an amused glance.

Both had gone to Oxford with him and hadn’t spoken to him since his return to London. It was interesting. After his trip from the continent earlier this month, all the ladies still sought him out, but not his friends.

“Come now, Lord Thompson, we still have room for one more, and the betting has just gotten more interesting.”

“How so, Rutledge?” he asked.

“Well, it all started with fifty guineas and you following Her Grace, the Duchess of Brimley, onto the terrace. Fifty guineas gets you in, and another says you’ll bed her before the year is out.”

Nathaniel raised his eyebrows. If he were a gambling man, he’d have played along. But tonight he wasn’t. Something about the way Isabel had been trying to maintain her composure told him that things were going awry one way or another.

“Rutledge, you may bet all you want on what I do in private, but I wager I’ll have my boot so far up your fob arse before the night is out.”

The table broke out into a fit of laughter. “Game on, Thompson. I’m almost certain you’ll lose the bet.”

The cards were dealt and all had played their hands when Lady Rutledge came up behind her husband. “My dear, the most intriguing news. His Grace, the Duke of Brimley, was called out by Downsbury. The duel is at daybreak. Apparently, he caught Brimley with his wife.”

So that was what had her rushing out of here. This didn’t bode well for Isabel. Downsbury was an expert marksman, and Brimley didn’t stand a chance. Isabel could very well be a widow before breakfast, and the thought had to have frightened her. The worst thing about the entire scenario was that he couldn’t offer any assistance until he knew of the outcome. Scandal already sat at her doorway, and it was only a matter of time before all of London heard.

Lord Broxton chuckled and didn’t appear the least bit fazed by the revelation. “I wouldn’t worry about it, my dear. Her Grace, the Duchess, should be happy her tyrannical husband does not stand a chance. And if the rumors are correct, I imagine Downsbury will still remain a cuckold and very much at the center of bets at White’s, as his duchess has been stringing around several lords.”

His wife gasped mockingly then giggled. “Oh my! She has certainly been a busy body, hasn’t she?”

“My dear, if there is nothing else of import, please let us gentlemen return to our game.”

“Certainly, My Lord.” She practically skipped away with the new information to gossip about.

Heartache swelled in Nathaniel’s chest. Lady Broxton’s announcement certainly explained much. Had he not been sent off via the war office’s command, and married poor Isabel as he had intended, he could have spared her this grief and embarrassment.

In fact, he found it quite shocking that society should take so much pleasure in observing and commenting on everyone’s lives as if they were a Greek tragedy or some ridiculous play at the theatre. Mocking and ridiculing, subtle but harsh, ruthless and relentless. The follies of those who took pleasure in another’s misery should be eternally punished.

Nevertheless, the more he pondered on the matter, the more he wanted to see Isabel and lift her spirits. Yet, he could not. She was above his station, and married, no less. It was bad enough his mother had many dinners planned and balls to attend.

The dowager had an agenda of marrying him and his sister off. However, no respectable peer would go near his dear, naïve, imprudent sister. Thus, the future of his family estate was now left entitled to him. To keep the other two women in his life content, in addition to this conundrum, would prove to be his greatest feat ever.

The game of whist lasted all of a half hour when Nathaniel excused himself from the gaming table, only to be met by his mother and sister on his way out.

“Where do you think you’re going, Nathaniel?”

“Nowhere of any import to you, Mama,” he whispered, removing her stiff hand from his wrist.

“Come, dear brother. I shall not be deprived of at least one dance.”

Nathaniel huffed, knowing what they were up to. “I think not. I have something I must do right now.”

“Pish posh, love. White’s is no place for a man in the marriage mart. Lord and Lady Sinclair’s ball is, and you’re leaving far too early!”

“I think not,” he repeated. And without giving either woman a second glance, he abandoned the ball to find out more about Brimley’s dealings with the Duchess of Downsbury.


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Interview with Shadowed by Sin author Layna Pimentel #Historical #Suspense #Gothic #Romance @LaynaPimentel @LSB_lsbooks


What inspired you to write your first book?
After getting swept up by the likes of Sherrilyn Kenyon and Kelley Armstrong, I really thought I could do this. Six years later, here I am. The rest is history.

If you could choose, which published author would you like to develop and write a story with and why?
Oooh! There’s too many, but given I’ve rediscovered my love for spooky things, I’d love to write another Gothic, and maybe collaborate with Lauren Smith.

When choosing the title for your book(s) do you have a process or wing it?
My titles are born at the same time the idea for the book is developed. Sometimes even before that. I guess I’m weird.

What was the hardest part in writing your book(s)?
One of the things I struggle with is getting into a guy’s head. There are times when I ask my husband questions, and he’ll look at me funny. At that point I, of all people, get embarrassed and take my questions to Google.

Do you ever use someone in your life as a sounding board for ideas or are you a lone wolf?
I have a little group that I confer with, but most of the time I hit up my close author friends and critique partners when i get stuck. There’s also my street team when I need to run an idea by them.

Did you learn anything while writing your book(s)?
In writing Shadowed By Sin, I realized how much I missed murder mysteries.

How many books have you written?
I’ve written at least 22 books, of which 6 are currently available, and 2 to be re-released in the near future.

Do you have a particular favorite?
Aside from Shadowed By Sin, A Sinful Education is right up there with being my favorite.

When you were little, did you ever think you’d be a published author? What else did you want to be?
No, not in the least. The writing bug didn’t hit me until my teens. When I was younger I wanted to be an Archaeologist or Paleontologist.

What was the worst job you ever had while working towards being a published author?
I don’t think I’ve ever had one. I’ve been at the same job for 8 yrs and I love working there too.

What advice would you give to a new author?
Don’t rush a good thing. Learning everything you can about your genre, and take your time. Perfection doesn’t happen overnight, and neither does success.


Released in eBook on August 17th, 2015
Liquid Silver Books
Novella – 83 pages
Historical Romantic Suspense/Gothic Romance
ISBN: 978-1-62210-245-7

Every man has a price…

As Lord Benedict St. John and his fiancée prepare to marry, his family is blackmailed by a former acquaintance. Hoping to set things straight, he accepts an invitation to dine at the blackmailer’s family estate.

But how many should die…

Estelle agrees to accompany Benedict, but nothing prepares her for the mysteries and bodies she stumbles across during her time at Hawthorne Hall.

Before the shocking truth is exposed?

Hawthorne Hall holds many secrets, but will Estelle and Benedict escape to see the day their union is blessed, or will they succumb to an untimely end?

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#MeetandGreetMonday with Victoria Allen #Romance @authorvictoria


Good morning. It’s Meet and Greet Monday!

With us today is Romance Author, Victoria Allen.

Welcome, Victoria!


Tell us, what’s the first thought that comes to your head when you read the following words …
Romance … lasts – romance can take many forms, but if it’s always there, there’s always love.
Spring … renewal, freshness, light
The 80s … family time – kids growing up
Karma … can bite you in the rear so watch it! *g*
Iron Man … whew! Hot!

Tell us a bit about yourself. Where do you live, do you have a significant other, any young ones running around?
I live in south-central Pennsylvania, less than a hundred miles from where my ancestors settled here in 1741. I’ve been married for forty years to a wonderful guy (yes, I’m older than dirt) and we’ve raised four wonderful kids who are scattered to the four corners of the nation (PA, WA, FLA, TX). We now live with our eldest in a three-generation house so, yes, little ones running around. It makes for interesting times – and story fodder! *g*

What is the most devilish thing you’ve ever done?
Oh my… hmmm…. Probably calling my sister in Minnesota one time and asking her what she was making for dinner. When she told me, I jokingly said “I’ll be right over” – which we do a lot with each other – then I knocked on her door. (a surprise visit arranged with her husband). Her shock was hilarious.

 Name one quirk you have.
I’m almost obsessively organized with my books – catalogued, arranged by subject/author (yes, I have a library science degree! LOL)

What is your favorite junk food?
Homemade potato chips. So much better than store bought.

What is your favorite meal that you wish you could eat at least three times a week?
Grilled lobster/scallops with seared potatoes and zucchini/greenbean/carrot mix. Yum.

What five items do you take everywhere with you – besides cell phone, keys and purse/wallet?
A small set of screwdrivers, blade and tape measure (small toolkit), inhaler, calendar, sewing kit, snacks.

If we were to come over to your house for dinner, what dish would you make us?
Depends on whether you’re gluten intolerant. Either a pasta dish like seafood fettucini or lasagna, or go grilling with veggies, chicken, potatoes.

What is your favorite TV Show?
Split between Once Upon a Time and NCIS. Or Dr. Who…. *g*

Have you ever thrown a book you’ve been reading against the wall because you couldn’t finish it?
Yep. Several times.

What three words best describe you?
Steady, reliable, responsible.

Where have you traveled that you’d love to return? What made it so special the first time?
Washington state last year to see my youngest get married. Would love to go back to see more of that amazing state.

If you were given an all-expense paid, five day/night trip to anywhere, where would you go?
Hilo Hawaii. Have never been there and would love to see it.

Who are some of your favorite authors?
Sandra Hill, Tracy Madison, Linnea Sinclair, David Eddings, so many more…

Who/What are you currently reading?
Sandra Hill’s “Snow on the Bayou” (to be pubbed Aug 2014)

Did you always want to be an author?
Yep. From the time I could hold a crayon in my stubby fingers.

What do you find most challenging about writing?
Finding time. Always have ideas, always have characters… but time? That’s the challenge.

No matter the story, where do you always draw inspiration from when you begin each story?
Anywhere and everywhere. Just look around and ask “What if…?” Life is my inspiration. It can be something as simple as a line in a news story, something heard on the street, a dream, the grandkids imagination…


 Coming and Going:

I am one of those fortunate people who gets to enjoy all aspects of the publishing world. First, I’m a writer. I get to create characters, worlds, situations and form them into a coherent story that, hopefully, others enjoy.

In addition to this, I’m also an editor for an online publisher (no, I do not acquire, so please don’t ask! LOL). But I get to spend my days helping others make their stories marketable. And then I work part time at a bookstore. So I get to help readers find that one gem that fits them to a tee.

All this allows me to see into the publishing world with a finer perspective than most writers because I can see what’s coming out and what people are buying. Does it give me a leg up with my own stuff? Nope. I wish it did. Basically all this knowledge comes down to the same old thing: write the best story you can. Do that, and it will sell.



From “The Emerald Key” available from Liquid Silver Books, Barnes & Noble, and Amazon



TheEmeraldKey_VickyBurkholder_600x800For centuries, four women have held the keys to Lemuria, a land where magic is the norm. They and their protectors are all that stand against The Brotherhood, a group of exiles who want nothing more than to go back, and control Lemuria and the gateway.

Cassandra Richards, keeper of the emerald key has grown up knowing about her powers but not about the amulet she wears or why it is suddenly so important. Stalked, kidnapped and threatened with a horrible death, she must turn to the one man who scares her more than the Brotherhood. They’ll just take her body. Nicodemus will take her soul.

Nic wants nothing more than to protect Cass but he can’t do that if she won’t let him. Nor can he deny the pull she has over him, but he’s not sure if he’s under a witch’s spell, or something deeper. Both Nic and Cass struggle to deal with their powers and their attraction while on the run from a stalker with murderous intent.

Bound through time to protect the key to magic, Nic and Cass discover that true power lies not in control, but in the magic of love.






twitter: @vickyburkholder, @authorvictoria





#TakeaPeek at Love Entwined by @Danita_Minnis

Thanks, Kacey, for having me on your haute blog!
I am so excited to share an excerpt of my new paranormal romance Love Entwined, A Cardiff Novel Book 2. Jewelry designer Amelie Laurent is on assignment in the wilds of Yorkshire that will change her life.

loveentwined final cover

Run, little witch…
Amelie Laurent is on her way to the top of the jewelry designing world with no time for men. Her orderly life is about to come undone when jewelry tycoon Roman Cardiff steals her away on assignment to a remote English estate. Roman wants Amelie all to himself but St. Clair Manor’s resident ghost has been waiting for her much longer than he has.

Run home…
An unseen gunman takes a shot at Roman and he blames a business rival. But Amelie and Roman are to blame, for falling in love 200 years before in a time neither of them remember.

From the heartbreak of pre-Revolutionary France to modern day corporate wars, Amelie and Roman uncover a history of blood jewels, lust and demons.

Good witch, bad witch, you must decide…
When Amelie discovers her inner witch she learns the real reason she was summoned to St. Clair Manor. Il Dragone will kill to get her back. Amelie will kill if they do.


My favorite color.
Amelie stared up at the yellow-gold satin fringe of the canopy on the four-poster.
“Beautiful, is it not?” The woman stood near the balcony doors. Her French was soft and seductive. Her face was in profile as she stared out at the black night. There was a single bedside lamp on and shadows clung to every corner but Amelie remembered those auburn curls tumbling down the woman’s back. “Everything in this manse is beautiful.”
Amelie glanced at the canopy fringe again and tried to form an answer, but no words came out. She wanted to see the woman’s face, and leaned up on her elbows. There was a dull ache between her eyes but she was more interested in the woman.
The wind whipped at the balcony windowpanes as the woman stared into the dark.
The balcony doorknob rattled.
Amelie drew her eyes away from the windy night and whispered in French, “I am Amelie.” She cleared her throat, which was as smooth as sandpaper.
“Welcome.” There was amusement in the greeting. High cheekbones lifted with a smile.
She did not want to seem ignorant of the fact that Roman was married if indeed he was, and so she waited. The woman did not introduce herself and she would not look away from the howling night. The wind at the panes reminded Amelie of the lashing waves in her dreams…
“Hello, sleeping beauty.” Roman came through the bedroom door with a tray. He placed it on the nightstand. “You must have just woken. I brought you water.”
“Oh, thank you.” She sat up against the pillows and took the proffered glass. She drank half of it before he took the glass from her.
“Not too much. How are you feeling?”
“Fine. I was just talking to…” She glanced at the balcony doors, and blinked to clear her head. The woman was gone. The doorknob no longer rattled and the night was calm.
“Talking to whom?”
Amelie pointed to the double doors. “She was standing right there.”
“No, a young woman. French. In a…some sort of dressing gown, I guess.”
“Caroline in a dressing gown? She’s much fonder of starched linen.”
“Your wife?”
“Not in this lifetime.” He chuckled. “The live-in maid.” He walked to the wall and turned the light switch on. “She’s not here now, and she’s not French.”
It was not a room she lay in, but a large suite. Yellow-gold satin covered the walls and English primroses the same hue adorned a table by the balcony window. On a far wall, a sofa and two chairs sat before a fire crackling behind a wrought iron grate. She hadn’t noticed it before; her attention had been on the woman, and the wind.
“What am I doing in here?”
He sat down on the comforter. “You were looking at one of the portraits in the gallery and fainted straight away. Not exactly the way I planned to sweep you off your feet.”
“I am sorry for the inconvenience.”
“The pleasure was all mine.” He grinned and pressed the back of his hand to her forehead.
“You’re not feverish. Have you been ill?”
“No, I…I guess I’m just tired.” She could not explain what had happened to her.
Fearing a confession would leap from her throat in her agitated state, she shut her mouth.
“Are you sure? I should call Dr. Latham…”
“No, please, I’m fine.” She turned on her deal-closer smile that worked so well in the city. However, she didn’t feel anything had closed. She had the distinct impression a door had just opened. To what, she did not know. At least she was here in England. In her dream house. She would find answers to her questions now.


Danita Minnis grew up singing and once thought she would do that all her life. She soon found writing just as fulfilling and writes paranormal romance. She loves mystery, mysticism, the fantastic and the fey. She has published The Cardiff Novels, a series about one family’s trials with vengeful demons, a legacy of ghosts and mysterious blood jewels. She is currently working on the third novel in the Cardiff series, which introduces the Cardiffs’ connection to ancient vampires.
Danita is a member of Romance Writers of America. She is a lover of chocolate, a good, scary movie, kittens and pups – especially Siberian Huskies. When she is not writing, she exercises her lungs at her son’s soccer matches and their favorite theme park, because everyone knows it’s easier on the stomach to scream your way down a roller coaster.


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The Cardiff Novels:
Love Entwined, A Cardiff Novel Book 2 Amazon   Amazon.ca   Amazon UK
Falcon’s Angel, A Cardiff Novel Book 1 Amazon   Amazon.ca   Amazon UK