romantic suspense

Friends, enemies, and second chances

January 28, 2021 By Barbara Leave a Comment

It’s almost Valentine’s and everyone needs a good book to read with their chocolate hearts. So, I’ve put the last book in the Second Chances series on sale for the sweet price of 99¢ thru V Day.

Trial by Fire has something for every Inspirational suspense lover. Hunky FBI men, a handsome, protective boyfriend, a couple of girlfriends who tend to get themselves in trouble, exciting suspense and danger, and an evil enemy who seeks revenge at any cost. All you have to do is supply the chocolate to nibble on while reading.

If you haven’t read the first two books in the series, Running Home and Alias Raven Black, I suggest starting there first.

If you’ve read any of my books, I would truly appreciate it if you would leave a short review at the store where it was purchased. That would be awesomely helpful. Indie authors need word-of-mouth sharing more than most and that is the best way to spread the news to encourage others to try my books.

Willow recommends and gives 4 paws up for the Second Chances series!

I hope you have a lovely Valentine’s Day with or without chocolate, but always with books!

Please leave a comment and let me know what you think, what you’re reading right now, or just to say hello! Thanks for stopping!

Barbara is the author of The Fredrickson Winery Novels, the Double Barrel Mysteries, the Second Chances series, and more. She lives in Minnesota because she can’t afford Hawaii.

A storm in the pages…

October 3, 2017 By Barbara Leave a Comment

Today on the blog, my friend and fellow author, Nike N. Chillemi, is going to introduce you to her new romantic suspense novella and tell you a little about the storm she went through to get it ready to publish. (ever heard of Hurricane Irma?) I know you will enjoy her writing because I’ve read some of her books and they are terrific! So enjoy!

Authors Are Like the Postman ~ neither snow, nor rain…

By Nike N. Chillemi

Since I live in Jacksonville, Florida, the snow part doesn’t apply to me. Boy, oh, boy, the rain part sure does. After getting hit by Hurricane Irma, it was a struggle to get my New Adult novella, THAT SPECIAL ONE published in a timely manner. Still, I was determined.

The novella opens with the start of college for Freshman Ivy Chalmers. So, naturally I wanted to release the book in September. Since I’m an indie author, I have some flexibility as to the release date. I had hoped for the second week in September. Unfortunately, Hurricane Irma hit Jacksonville on September 11^th. As can be imagined, this put something of a crimp in my plans.

After the storm left Jacksonville, nearly the entire city was without power, which was incredible for me to comprehend at the time. My power was restored after three days. Those were three long days without light, water (because electric runs water in Jacksonville), or WiFi. Even after my power was back, I had no WiFi. I had to publish THAT SPECIAL ONE using WiFi at the public library. I knew there was a reason God created libraries.

THAT SPECIAL ONE in a nut shell…

New Adult Christian Romantic Suspense Novella

College freshman Ivy Chalmers moved in with her aunt and uncle in Arroyo, Texas. She needed to get away from her alcoholic and weed smoking mother. Ivy longed for a different life than the revolving-door-men in her mom’s life. Making a one-eighty, she vowed not to make a serious dating commitment unless she knew it would be that really ‘special relationship.’

Corey Jones had been the man in his house since age twelve, when his alcoholic dad abandoned him and his mom. Once in a while, his dad showed up trying to extort money from them using threats. Then his blue-haired, self-centered cousin Ava came to live with them and the way she treats his mom enrages him.

Ivy is thrilled when she meets an upper classman from a neighboring college and thinks he might be ‘that guy.’ When she is horribly betrayed, her world is thrown upside-down, and she plunges into a depression. In a steady and kind of clumsy way, Corey is there for her during her worst moments. But his family is plagued with alcoholism, the life she had with her mom, the life she ran away from. What’s wrong with her that she attracts the wrong guys? As if that wasn’t bad enough, there’s an arsonist terrorizing their tiny village.

Author Bio:

Like so many writers, Nike Chillemi started at a very young age. Her first major work was a Crayola, fully-illustrated book she penned as a little girl (colored might be more accurate) about her then off-the-chart love of horses. Today, you might call her a crime fictionista with a humorous side. Her passion is crime fiction. She likes her bad guys really bad and her good guys smarter and better.

Nike is the founding board member of the Grace Awards and its Chair, a reader’s choice awards for excellence in Christian fiction. She has been a judge in the 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, and 2016 Carol Awards in the suspense, mystery, and romantic suspense categories; and an Inspy Awards 2010 judge in the Suspense/Thriller/Mystery category. Her four novel Sanctuary Point series (out of print), set in the mid-1940s has finaled, won an award, and garnered critical acclaim. The first novel in the Veronica “Ronnie” Ingels/Dawson Hughes series HARMFUL INTENT won in the Grace Awards 2014 Mystery/Romantic Suspense/Thriller/Historical Suspense category. She has written book reviews for The Christian Pulse online magazine. She is a member of American Christian Fiction Writers (ACFW) and John 3:16 Marketing Network. http://nikechillemi.wordpress.com/

Get your kindle copy of That Special One

~~Thanks for stopping by! Have a question for Nike about Hurricane Irma or her new book? Please leave a comment. We’d love to hear from you!

Barbara

Let me tell you a story…

November 13, 2015 By Barbara Leave a Comment

This is already the 9th excerpt in the FALL BOOK BASH. So scroll back through the past eight posts and check out the books that came before. We’ve had a bit of mystery, suspense, young adult, and romance. Reading excerpts from different genres and from so many authors is a fun way to find your next great read or to shop for friends and family without leaving the comfort of your easy chair. So sit back, relax, and enjoy this excerpt from author Dana Pratola’s Christian romantic suspense novel, Voice of Truth.

Sophia Gallo is celebrated and adored by millions, but in her meteoric rise to fame, it might appear she’s forgotten the One Who gave her the gift that made possible her life of wealth and glory. She hasn’t forgotten. She’s reminded every day as she endeavors to hide a secret that could change everything and expose her as the freak and outcast she always thought herself to be.

Cade Fioretti has never backed down from finding the truth, and he’s not about to start now. It’s his job and his passion. Sophia is beautiful, talented, and the subject of his next book; but she’s hiding something. No matter what it takes, he’s going to dig it up, and in the process learn all there is to know about this woman who’s stolen his heart.

VOICE OF TRUTH (excerpt)

“I’ve been meaning to tell you, I admire your stamina on stage,” Cade said, when the plane leveled at the proper altitude. “Really.”

He wasn’t going to be discouraged by the severity of her stare or the fact that the only communication between them since meeting in the terminal was an audible groan when she’d discovered that he’d managed to get a seat beside hers. He attributed the behavior to the “fallout” that a musician he’d once interviewed had described. He’d told Cade that to step from the wild exhilaration of a show to the structured composure of the real world was so dramatic it was like walking off a cliff.

Some performers became so addicted to the euphoria, that they turned to any number of controlled substances to try and keep it going as long as possible. Others, he’d been told, withdrew into themselves, as Sophia was undoubtedly doing now. He had seen one of her shows before, but had never seen her afterward. He smiled when he imagined how she must be regretting the decision not to charter a private jet.

Sophia smiled graciously when the flight attendant greeted her, then slipped right back into her quiet reserve. She put her head on the seat and closed her eyes. The better to shut him out, he thought, as he studied her in profile. She looked tired. No, drained. Even with a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose, called forth by their outing in the sun yesterday, her skin was paler than he was used to seeing it.

Something inside him moved and he turned away from her. It was better if he didn’t start thinking of her as someone he’d like to protect and care for. OK, truthfully it was too late for that, but he didn’t need to feel worse. He was already feeling bad about their argument. The problem wasn’t that she was hiding, but that he wanted to know everything about her, and not just for the book. Taking that out on her hadn’t been fair.

A man across the aisle already had papers spilling from a briefcase on the tray in front of him. The jacket of his gray suit was crumpled between him and the seat, and he had kicked his shoes off, revealing the worn heels of black socks. Two rows up, a very public face hid behind a pair of darkened lenses and a Chicago Cubs cap pulled low over his forehead. The woman holding his hand was not his wife.

Cade snapped his head back to Sophia. He could have sworn she’d been watching him, but her eyes were closed, hidden by those impenetrable mink lashes. He was certain after all this time they were real. Wow.

He let his gaze wander appreciatively over her face. Her features, imperfect by some standards, came together to create quite a stunning woman. Her mouth, full, lush and promising, held too much of his attention, he admitted. He studied her nose, small and straight, sculpted by nature, it seemed, as an afterthought and standing in harmony with the gentle curve of her chin. A chin, he reminded himself, which could jut out in defiance at the slightest provocation.

His eyes followed the elegant lines of her neck as her head lay to the side. He had no doubt she knew he was watching her; he could see her pulse beat at the base of her throat. Against his better judgment, his eyes went back to her lips. He knew how they would feel, the way they would move under his. He could almost hear her subtle intake of breath, which she would fashion into a sigh.

“Would you like anything?” asked the pretty brunette flight attendant suddenly at his elbow.

“No thanks…Gretchen,” he said, reading the young woman’s nametag. “You?” he asked Sophia, giving her arm a nudge.

“Nothing, thanks,” she said, without opening her eyes.

Gretchen smiled down at Cade. “If you change your mind, let me know,” she said and pushed the cart away.

Cade watched her move up the aisle, her hips utilizing every spare inch of the narrow aisle. He couldn’t help but notice that she had legs that went up to her shoulders, or that she took a quick look at him whenever she had opportunity. When she stooped to pick up a napkin, he cleared his throat and turned to Sophia.

“Are you going to pretend you’re sleeping the whole way back?”

“Why not?”

Cade nodded. “Well, you don’t mind if I read, do you?”

Sophia jerked a careless shoulder.

Cade stood up and pulled a book from his bag overhead. “Stephen King,” he said. He didn’t expect a response. He sat back, got comfortable and began to read. Aloud.

Sophia shifted in her seat, but didn’t look at him. Nor did she complain or ask him to be quiet. Occasionally the plane swayed with turbulence but Cade propped his elbow up to join hers on the armrest and continued reading in low, clear tones. It wasn’t long before he heard the change in her breathing, telling him that she had fallen asleep.

Cade closed the book and looked at her. She was facing him now, the gentle rise and fall of her breasts was a form of hypnotism; her lips parted in sleep, a beckoning that he felt compelled to answer. In his mind he could lean in and kiss her. It would be sweet, natural.

Only in fantasy. To satisfy his curiosity would mean crossing unspoken boundaries. It would mean jeopardizing everything he was working towards. It was a fact that thousands of red-blooded males found her desirable. He was no different. He was a normal, healthy man with wants and appetites and she was a beautiful, talented woman. But he had been with beautiful, talented women before, and never had he let desire overshadow his objectivity. He wasn’t going to start now.

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