Sunday, November 23, 2014

Thankful Author- Katherine Grey

November 23, 2014
Featuring Katherine Grey

What I'm Thankful For

What I'm most thankful for is my family. I've suffered the sudden death of a loved one along with some of life's other hardships the last few months and my family has made getting through the difficulties a bit easier to bear. They've been there to listen and help me get through the day when all I really want to do is stay in bed with the blankets pulled over my head and pretend the world doesn't exist.


Known only as Lazarus to the band of cutthroats and thieves he leads, William Prescott will do anything to find his missing sister, even blackmail a fragile young woman into helping him. But he never plans to fall in love with this mysterious woman with a troubled past. 

Haunted by the memories of war, Olivia St. Germaine wants nothing more than to live a normal life. But when her brother, a doctor, suddenly leaves town without a word, she is forced to use her medical knowledge to help an injured man who puts her life in danger. Can she keep herself safe as she tends Lazarus, or is her heart more vulnerable than she realizes?


“If you don’t leave, I shall have Jennings call the constable.” Olivia headed for the door.

“And how will you accomplish that?”

She halted in mid-step.

“Yes, I know there are no servants in residence.” Lazarus sauntered closer. “Did you play the benevolent mistress and give them the night off?”

Eager to keep him at a distance, she scooted around him and stood at the end of the bed. “What do you want?”

“What do you think I want?”

“Why don’t we dispense with the games, and you just tell me?”

Lazarus closed the space between them in two strides. He pushed her backward onto the bed. Olivia bounced against the soft mattress. She dug her elbows into the thick counterpane in an effort to scramble backward away from him.

Grabbing her ankles, he pulled her toward him in one quick jerk. He leaned over her. His hand closed over her hip, freezing her in place. The warmth of his hand burned through her clothes to her skin.

Feeling truly terrified for the first time since he’d announced his presence, she searched his gaze for some kind of sign this was all a great joke. No, it was no game. His eyes were as hard and cold as glass. “What do you want?” she repeated, her voice a near whisper.

“Stop asking questions about me. Forget you ever heard the name Lazarus.”

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Bio Information:

At the age of four, Katherine pestered her mother to teach her to read. From that point on, she spent the most of her childhood lost in the pages of one book after another. Soon she began writing stories of her own, populated with characters doing all of the things she was too shy to even contemplate doing herself. 

A chance meeting with another author led Katherine to seriously pursue a writing career. Her debut novel, Impetuous, was released by The Wild Rose Press in August 2011. 

Katherine lives in upstate NY with her family though she threatens to move south at the beginning of each winter season. 

You can contact Katherine on 

Twitter - @AuthorKayGrey

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Saturday, November 22, 2014

Thankful Author- Mary Morgan

November 22, 2014
Featuring Mary Morgan

What I’m thankful for ~ 
I’m thankful for all the outpouring of support and love for my first book this year. It has been a dream come true and I feel so blessed. As always, I am thankful for my family and friends, too.   

Welcome Mary, tell me three words that describe yourself starting with A, B, and C.

Affectionate, Bold, Carefree

What are your three favorite things?

My travel journals, a music box from my husband when we were first dating, and a very old kitchen aid mixer.

Is there a process you stick to, or do you just write as it hits you?

Yes, I have certain process. I always start out writing in my journal, which I have for each of my books. I make a list of the central characters, places, pictures, and a rough outline. I jot down as much as I can before I sit down at the computer. After roughly ten chapters, I print them out and edit. I’m usually adding in more dialogue or scenes. Also, I’m a morning to late afternoon writer.     

 Music is a big influence on my writing. I have certain songs that inspire each chapter, or the whole book. What helps to inspire you?

Absolutely love music as an inspiration! Nothing else can create that magic. Since my books deal with ancient Scotland and Ireland, I listen to Celtic tunes. Michael Flately’s “Lord of the Dance” is one of my favorites. Music brings out the muse.  

 Will there be more books in your series, or can you tell us about any previous books?

Yes. Dragon Knight’s Medallion, the second in The Order of the Dragon Knights comes out December 5th. The third book is with my editor and I’m working on the fourth. There will be a total of five in this series.


Duncan Mackay will do anything to lift the curse from his family – even forfeit his own life. But his plans change when he encounters the woman from his dreams, literally. She is from the future, somehow has his lost sword, and can talk to the Dragon that is able to lift his family’s curse.
Brigid O’Neill has spent her life listening to the mythological legends from Ireland and Scotland. So, when an ancient sword lands at her doorstep and she starts dreaming of a rugged Highlander, she drops everything and takes on a quest that will alter everything she believes.
Before their journey ends, not only will Duncan and Brigid battle an ancient curse, they must also find the courage to believe in the destiny that brought them together.


He stood next to the waterfall, beads of water glistened from his dark locks. Brigid watched as they trailed down his chiseled torso, traveling down to where his tartan was wrapped low around his waist. The wind whipped at the folds of his plaid; the power coiling within and about him as mystical as the land he stood upon.
“Ancient warrior,” she uttered softly.
When she looked up into his eyes, they smoldered with desire, and it startled her. A delightful shiver of wanting ran through her body. The raw desire to be in this man’s arms, touching and tasting him was so potent that she could feel her heart hammering inside her chest.
He tilted his head to the side as if studying his prey.
Brigid didn’t know if she should run, or step into his massive arms.
He took a step towards her, and her pulse quickened. The very air around her seemed electrified. He then took another…and another until he stood merely inches in front of her.
Her breathing became labored as he bent his head leaning close to her ear. She was engulfed in a sensual haze wanting his lips to touch her anywhere and put an end to her torture. His mouth was so close that she could feel a dark lock of his hair against her cheek, and she shuddered.
“Bring me back my sword,” he growled into her ear.
Brigid’s eyes flew open, her hands clutching the sheets, as the last fragments of her dream faded.



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