Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Memory loss frustrations...



Memory of Love

Every step she took on her lacerated feet stung, yet she forged ahead. If she stopped, rested even for a moment, she wouldn’t be able to pull herself up again. Dizzy and unbalanced, she stumbled into the clearing. The glow from one single lit window cast four squares on the ground in front of a Greek revival house.
Please let someone be inside.
A few staggering steps later, she climbed onto the portico and pounded on the door. Seconds later and no response, she rested her head on the mahogany panel and crab-crawled her fingers to the brass rectangle at the side and pressed the button until chimes played an odd old-fashioned tune. Relief from escaping danger had her impotent body near to collapsing. The adrenaline that enabled her to fight and run eventually lost out to shock and exhaustion. Yet, she had to alert someone to the men in the woods.
Where had the wolf gone? There wasn’t any doubt he’d led her to this house. As of today, she had a greater appreciation for wildlife. Footsteps approached the door from inside. She stood straight, finger-combing her hair to flatten the spiked strands. As her fingers pulled the short ends, she had a distinct impression her hair was typically long, beyond her shoulders. Had her kidnappers cut her hair as some sort of sick joke?
She jerked at her blouse and the cotton tee underneath. Blood had crusted on her upper arm. By the looks of the small stripes, a mere scratch, but it burned like hell. Her jeans, stiff and spattered with dirt and grass, made it obvious she’d been in contact with the ground. There wasn’t a way to improve her poor appearance. The door pulled open. Odin willing, the person would know her.
The barefooted man standing in the doorway, with his jeans unbuttoned, was six foot of pure viewing pleasure. He had ordinary facial features, not broad, not thin. His nose, just the right size, separated his prominent cheeks. His eyes were gray, the color of polished silver. His hair looked soft, reminding her of turned soil on the mountain range of Asgard, deep reddish brown that reached his broad neck.
Her gut tightened. Soil? Asgard?
She shook her head. Having barely escaped the despicable trio, why would she desire one of the same gender? How messed up was she really?
Unsteady, she gripped the doorpost.
He reached around the door and held her arm. “May I help you?” His voice was low. Sexy.
“Yes, I’m sorry to wake you, but I was...do you know me?” Calm and relaxed her breathing steadied. Birth, death, and rebirth, the idyllic ratio of Norse religion, had she died and been reborn? Was she having an out of body experience? Did she rise above and look down on a bloodstained, dirty, disheveled stranger posing questions to, hopefully, a half-dressed sexy friend?

At least two of her kidnappers were alive and kicking and, no doubt, looking for her. Knees weak and ready to crash, she exhaled. “I don’t think I have a car. Forest. Men...tied.” She fell forward.

Duty before love between a guardian of Hell's Gate and a Valkyrie.


BLURB

Power, Family, and Loyalty: The coveted three can join a shifter and Valkyrie in love or tear them apart forever.

Tied to a tree in the midst of thieves, the Valkyrie Skogul wakes without memory of who she is or of the man she once loved. Using curiously deadly skills, she escapes. Injured and exhausted, a wolf befriends her and leads her to a house where the hunky owner's eyes look strangely familiar.

Aidan Hall, former guardian of Hell's Gate, doesn’t trust anyone. So when a beautiful amnesia victim he’s never met appears at his door, why does he feel a connection? Who and what he is will keep them apart. But when dark magik shows up in his woods, his guard intensifies. Is it Skogul or someone else?

When Demons flood through Hell’s Gate, can he stop them, or will the memory of love be the death of him?

 http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/maincatalog_v151/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=195&products_id=5757

jj Keller
Fantasies with spice and humor.
http://www.jj-keller.com
The Valkyrie and the Marine, Pippa’s Rescue, March 2014, Memory of Love August 2014
Shadow of the Hawk/Dark Sun. He's almost an angel and she's pure temptation.
Trade Agreement, LASR Best Book, Prop in the movie RED.  www.thewildrosepress.com print 
 All rights reserved.

Four Star Review from Long and Short Reviews:

Friday, May 16, 2014

Spring into Romance: Mogran McDonald and her suspenseful writing

My guest today is the astounding Morgan Hannah MacDonald. Here is the skinny...

Morgan Hannah MacDonald writes Romantic Thrillers that are NOT for the faint of heart. She's held many positions , including  a teller where her hands and feet were bound while armed robbers took over the bank.  Later she learned she'd dated a serial killer. She belongs to Romance Writers of America, She resides in San Diego, California where she's busy working on her next novel. 

What am I working on?
I'm actually working on Two projects. Last Scream, Book 3, in the Thomas Family Series and a Prequel to book two in The Spirits Trilogy-Spirits Among Us.

How does my work differ from others of its genre?
I mix dark grisly violence with humor.

Why do I write what I do?
I've always had a fascination with serial killers, then when I learned I had dated one, the fascination grew. There is always an element of danger in a serial killer book because the killer doesn't stop until he's dead or caught.

How does my writing process work?
I always have a general outline of where I want the story to go, but I'm a panster, so what happens in-between is anyone's guess.

Check out Morgan's writing!
  

Morgan Hannah MacDonald
Romantic Thrillers NOT for the Faint of Heart
SPIRITS AMONG US
SPIRITS IN THE TREES
SANDMAN and NIGHTSCREAM
www.morganhannahmacdonald.com




Thursday, May 1, 2014

Memory of Love

August 13, 2014 you can travel the journey with Skogul, Leader of the Valkyrie First Squad.


Memory  of Love
Power, Family, and Loyalty: The coveted three can join a shifter and Valkyrie in love or tear them apart forever.
Tied to a tree in the midst of thieves, the Valkyrie Skogul wakes without memory of who she is or of the man she once loved. Using curiously deadly skills, she escapes. Injured and exhausted, a wolf befriends her and leads her to a house where the hunky owner's eyes look strangely familiar.
Aidan Hall, former guardian of Hell's Gate, doesn’t trust anyone. So when a beautiful amnesia victim he’s never met appears at his door, why does he feel a connection? Who and what he is will keep them apart. But when dark magik shows up in his woods, his guard intensifies. Is it Skogul or someone else?
When Demons flood through Hell’s Gate, can he stop them, or will the memory of love be the death of him?
To buy: Valkyrie Series
http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/maincatalog_v151/index.php?main_page=index&manufacturers_id=450&zenid=9495bea283e9022039d63f57a4579636
jj Keller
Fantasies with spice and humor.
http://www.jj-keller.com
The Valkyrie and the Marine, Pippa’s Rescue, March 2014
Shadow of the Hawk/Dark Sun. He's almost an angel and she's pure temptation.
Trade Agreement, LASR Best Book, Prop in the movie RED.  www.thewildrosepress.com print
All rights reserved.
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