Wednesday, August 20, 2014

In the Spotlight... Felicia Rogers

Please join me in welcoming Felicia Rogers and her new release, Emerald Street!

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Emerald Street, Wounded Soldiers Series, Book Three


What if one laugh changed your world?

Raylyn Morrison, a critical care nurse for wounded soldiers, has a problem. She cares too much. Dreams haunt her. The death of her patients leaves her distraught and seeking peace. But temporary peace is not enough. She doesn’t want to leave, but she needs to. Then he comes along.

Staff Sergeant Jack Williams understands loss -- physical, emotional, and spiritual. Not only did the war take his leg, but it took his family and his desire to live. But the voice of an angel keeps him going. A voice he dreams about even after he wakes from a coma. Yet when they meet she is nothing like he expected and he wonders if he’s made mistake.

Fate destines them to be together forever, he’s sure of it, but something goes wrong and Raylyn disappears. She leaves a hole that only service can fill.

Chiapas, Mexico, is the perfect setting to forget her loss and work on her future. But when Jack reappears in her life, she worries her heart will break again. But after two years, she should be over him. Right? Do her new fears have a foundation or should she give in and allow herself to love him once more?

While residing in a country with a rich history and a tumultuous future, Jack must convince Raylyn he never stopped loving her…before it is too late.


“Can I join you?”
She jumped, surprised to hear Jack’s voice. Swallowing, she held out her hand. “Please.”
He took a seat. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”
“I don’t have any food.” Way to go, just blurt out something stupid.
He smiled and played with a folded napkin. “Neither do I. I’ve been eating in some of the restaurants here on the strip. Believe it or not, they have practically anything you might want.”
“I noticed that.”
“Did you order already?” he asked.
“I did.”
“So did I. I asked them to bring it here. That is, if you don’t mind.”
She shook her head. They sat quietly, and she winked and whispered, “Are you going to show me some more of your fancy dance moves?”
He laughed under his breath. “I’m not sure. Would you like me to?”
She smiled. “Only if you’re going to move your hips again.”
He laughed heartily and stood to his feet. She reached for his arm to pull him back down, but he’d already confiscated a rose and placed it in his mouth. The guests clapped as he danced around the room. Did anyone notice the slight hop to his step? The plastic prosthesis peeked out from under the hem of his pants. She looked away and forced herself to watch his happy face. Hands clasped atop the table, she tapped her feet to the music.
A smile widened across her face as Jack drew close and moved his arms like a wave in her direction. She shook her head. No way was he getting her to dance. He bent at the waist, his nose almost touching hers.
“Come on, it’ll be fun.”
Chin lowered to her chest, she tried to avoid his intense stare. The crowd cheered as he enacted fancy footwork before her table in an attempt to get her attention. Heat flushed her cheeks at the thought of his hands guiding her.
He snatched her hand and drew her to her feet. Warmth encased her entire body as he held one of her hands high above their heads and laid the other on her waist. He guided the movement of her hips, and her heart raced. Tingles raced along her spine, and she fought her rising attraction.
Jack held her close and nodded his head for her to take the rose from his teeth. Awkwardly, she complied, and he twirled her out. Her heart hammered so loud in her chest, she couldn’t hear.
He moved his hands to her waist. Others in the crowd stood and followed suit. Soon there was a line rounding the restaurant’s interior. The song ended, and they fell into their seats, laughing.
“You have a beautiful smile, mi tesoro.”
Heat flooded her cheeks. No one had ever called her their treasure. She smoothed a wayward hair behind her ear and prayed for a distraction. Still, her flesh tingled from his touch, and she ached to regain his nearness.


Emerald Street is a contemporary inspirational suspense romance and the sequel to Diamond Mine and Pearl Valley. Want to know what readers are saying about Emerald Street?

“Gripping!! Felicia Rogers does a masterful job of telling a gripping story that is emotionally packed. It gives a realistic perspective on just how prevalent injustice towards Christians exists in parts of the world… You will not put this book down unmoved.” –Yolanda Gamble, reader

“Felicia has once again marvelously brought 2 extremely likable characters to life. The story of Raylyn and Jack seems so real that I couldn't help but laugh, cry, and gasp throughout the book. I loved seeing old favorites again from Diamond Mine (if you haven't read that book it is a must!) and meeting new ones.” –Danielle Williams, reader


Felicia Rogers is an author of multiple novels and novellas. When she's not writing, Felicia volunteers with the Girl Scouts of America, teaches at a local homeschooling group, hikes, and spends time with her family.

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Friday, August 15, 2014

In the Spotlight... Teresa Howard

Please join me in welcoming Teresa Howard and her new release, For Love Alone.

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Summer Skye Danvers

Summer changes like a shifting kaleidoscope from a na├»ve southern belle to the elusive Duchess of Tyndale to a mother, to a widow.  Through it all, she loves one man, Lord Charles Zachery Clayton, the Earl of Somerset.  Will she ever possess him as her own?

Lord Charles Zachery “Chaz” Clayton

Since Summer was little more than a toddler, she held a special place in Chaz’s heart.  Indeed, she has been the guiding force throughout his life, though neither of the star-crossed lovers knew just how much until they are forced to wed.  But will she ever be his wife in more than name only? 

Summer and Chaz share joy, loss, danger, tragedy and rebirth.  Through it all, their loves thrives.  But the road to their happily ever after is strewn with obstacles.  Will their love survive the challenges that face them?

In a world where marriage is a matter of politics and property, can they ever marry just for love alone?


"Why didn't you tell her how you feel?" Nate asked once they were alone.

Skye's despair turned to anger. Tears welled in her eyes. She dropped her gaze to hide her feelings and stared at the hands clutched in her lap.

"What would you have me say, Nate? Would you have me beg and plead? Wail like an infant because I am being sacrificed to a man old enough to be my father? Sacrificed so that I might erase the scandal created by my father, a man whose only sin was wanting to be loved by a flesh and blood woman other than his daughters, the father who promised that I could marry for love alone, even if he did not. Especially since he did not."

"Well, I wouldn't put it quite that way. She is our mother, after all. But you might have mentioned that you are opposed to this marriage."

Skye felt her brother looking down upon her. She couldn't bear to meet his gaze. He would see her pain. And no one must see her pain. "I mentioned it often enough to have postponed the event for five years. Not an easy task considering Tyndale's desire for an heir. An heir I will strive to give him."

Placing his gloved hand beneath her chin, he lifted her face. "You're following the same path as Father. An arranged marriage, devoid of love. It can only lead to disaster."

She covered his hand with her own. "No. I will not make Papa's mistakes. I am stronger. I must be. Mother needs this alliance with Tyndale. Papa's—" her voice broke "—death and betrayal destroyed her safe, secure world. She can't leave this house for the scandal he created."

Her grip tightened unconsciously. "Gracious Nate, he died in another woman's home — one that he provided for her. As a Christian, I don't judge him. After all, I don't know what was in his heart at the moment of his death. And as a daughter, I make allowances for him. I loved and respected him. I always will."

Though her words were powerful, her voice was flat, as if she were bloodless, dispassionate. So unlike the girl she had once been. She could see worry reflected in Nate's eyes. But this was her way of coping with the pain… the loss… the future.

"As a woman, I understand mother's position. She has to get away from here, but it can't look like she's running away."

"Surely things are not bad enough to send the two of you fleeing across the sea."

"You have to know what mother's been through to understand. Her dearest friends pity her. You know mama's pride. She can't bear the shame. She's hurt and she's scared and she's desperate."

Unconsciously, she straightened, trying to appear more substantial than she felt. "She wasn't reared to withstand a scandal like this, and she certainly wasn't reared to live in a world where Yankees might burn the house down over our heads at any moment."

Pain darkened her gaze. "And tomorrow, after Tyler joins you in this insane war, strangers will run Crimson Hills. Strangers, Nate. Mama can't bear to see that. If I marry his grace and mama accompanies me to England, she can come home one day, after the war, when it's safe… after the scandal dies down. When you boys are home to take care of her and Crimson Hills, she can return in triumph, as the mother of a duchess."

Nate pulled her to her feet. He held her by the shoulders, looked deep into her eyes, trying to see into her very soul. "What about you, birdie? Marriage is forever. Are you willing to sacrifice yourself?"

"I will do as I must." When he made to argue again, she pressed her fingertips against his lips. "Please Nate, I've accepted my fate." Her voice broke slightly. "Don't make this any harder for me than it already is."

Nodding, he kissed the tips of her fingers then brought her hand to his heart. "You are a remarkable woman, Skye Danvers."

"I pray to God Almighty that you are right."

"I'm always right." He dimpled.

She smiled as he intended. "I love you, Nate."

"And I love you, Skye birdie." His gaze suddenly turned mischievous. "You haven't asked when your prospective bridegroom will arrive."


"He won't."

"I don't understand."

"He sent someone to stand proxy in the ceremony." He paused for emphasis. "An old friend of yours."



Skye felt a sense of foreboding.

"Tyndale was occupied with affairs of state and unable to leave the Isle. So he asked Chaz…"

Skye no longer heard her brother for the roar in her ears. It was the far side of too much. The same afternoon Chaz had stolen her heart, her sixteenth birthday, he had made her promise to marry for love alone. Now he would make that an impossibility. A fist of betrayal squeezed her heart. Her last girlhood dream slipped through her fingers.
But she twitched not so much as an eyelash.

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Teresa Howard is the author of seven romance novels.  Five are historical romance and two are time travels.  They are CHEROKEE EMBRACE. DESIRE’S BRIDE, VELVET THUNDER, YESTERDAY’S PROMISE, WINGS OF LOVE, CONFEDERATE VIXEN and FOR LOVE ALONE.

Teresa has always been a romantic.  From the time she was a child, she sat in the shade of a giant oak, traveling to distant destinations, meeting amazing people, experiencing the love that grows between them.  When Teresa was in high school, male friends would ask her to write love notes to their girl friends on their behalf.  They claimed that they benefited greatly from her efforts.  The girls were none the wiser.  They simply were amazed at the sensitive, romantic boys they dated.

Teresa’s mother, Nelda Kinney Ingram, suffered from breast cancer.  For eight months, Teresa was by her mother’s side.  During that time, she read over two hundred romance novels.  When her precious mother died, she was buried on a Friday. Teresa took pencil and paper and began her first novel.  The first scene she wrote was the account of the death of the hero’s mother.  Sometime later, CHEROKEE EMBRACE, was complete.  It sold to Kensington Publishers. 

It is almost impossible for an author to sell the first book he/she writes.  Teresa says she is greatly blessed; she has written seven novels and all of them have been published.  A point of interest: the scene of the death of the hero’s mother (in CHEROKEE EMBRACE) did not make it into the final book.  It was simply too personal.