Monday, January 16, 2017

Secret Love continues to be a real secret!

Alas, I continue to be in-between a rock and a hard place.  I'm an unknown indie author who has been published since 2009, but my books don't sell much.  Because they don't sell much, I can't afford to quit either of my two jobs, so I have no time to do promotions...or even to write during the school year!  Used to be that I'd wait up until everyone else was asleep and write into the wee hours of the night.  But getting older takes its toll, and combined with early mornings, I can't stay up late anymore.  So no time to promote means even less sales, and I'm back to wondering if it's a lie when I call myself an author.

I got the rights for my book, Secret Love, back when its first publishing house was sold to a corporation.  Then I submitted it to my new publisher and it was re-edited and slated for republishing back in 2015.  Then that publishing house was sold and things ground to a halt.  I approved covers and editing and was told it would be published "soon" in early November of 2016.  Then I never heard from anyone.  Now I find it's on Amazon, listed as having been republished in November 2016, but it's only available as a paperback and not an eBook. I've contacted my published but have heard nothing back to date.

So while I ponder over what kind of promotions I can squeeze into my already over-full days, at least I can show you the new cover (again) and give an excerpt.  I got some very good reviews on this book when it was first published, and it's been improved upon since then. This has always been one of my favorite stories, since I want to live the life the heroine has, despite all of the danger. And I totally love the hero, while wondering if anyone will be able to guess which actor I based him on.  I tried to disguise him with a few changes, because I don't want any lawsuits; but I know whose face I kept seeing while I wrote all of the hot scenes!

  Expanded blurb:

Sheena has been an international agent for the past twelve years...twelve long years of constant movement, being sent all over the world to hopefully do good things in other countries.  She has enjoyed most of the aspects of her exciting life, including the many men she has been able to amuse herself with during her rare time-off days in-between assignments.  She has never been tempted to break the cardinal rule, which is that agents are not allowed to have emotions, which are too dangerous in their line of work.  She has spent years suppressing them quite successfully. 

When a famous actor walks into the safe-house bar in Berlin where she is beginning a few days of down-time, she decides that seducing him is just the thing she needs to help her ignore the strange feeling of discontent that she has been plagued with lately.  Tall and bronzed, the Native American action movie star has long black hair and a commanding air that interests everyone else in the bar as well.  But to her delight, his eyes are only on Sheena.  They spend days in her borrowed apartment, discovering the joys to be had in sharing their bodies with each other.  Slowly, Sheena is forced to realize that she is developing feelings...finding out that Cory is already in love with her adds another layer of danger.  She will have to leave him when she is given her next assignment...that has never been a problem for her before.  Will she be able to forget him once she leaves him?  Will he ever forgive her?  Since she is not ever supposed to see the same man twice, will it matter?

Excerpt set up:  Sheena hasn't seen the actor since last year, when she abruptly left him in his apartment with a note telling him how sorry she was that she had to leave, and how she would always treasure the memories of what they had shared.  She hated herself for doing that, but had no choice when called to another assignment.  Now she is at a Hollywood party and he is unexpectedly on stage with the band.  She is on assignment and can't risk her cover being blown, which could have very deadly results.  She runs upstairs to a bathroom to try to figure out how to get out of this scenario alive.

All of the self-recriminations, the hoisted by my own petard clichés, and the irony of having fallen for a man she could never have again washed over her with a vengeance. She felt too stunned to even move. Having emotions of any kind was a liability in her world. Being too paralyzed with feelings to take any action was grounds for immediate termination…and not just from the job. Agents turned up dead after such disobedience made them careless. Lacing her fingers together, Sheena took deep, cleansing breaths and tried to get her racing pulse back under control.
She jumped at the sound of someone pounding on the bathroom door.
It’s occupied!” she said, hoping to convince them to go away. After a short pause, the pounding started again.
 Go away! Find another bathroom!” she shouted, starting to channel her emotional upheaval into the safety of controlled anger. This instantly made her feel calmer and more in charge of herself.
         The pounding only got more insistent.
Anger is good. She stomped over to the door to fling it open. What the fuck is your problem?
You are,” Hickory Woods said, as he pushed her back into the bathroom and locked the door behind him.
         What are you doing up here?
She hated the panic suddenly threatening to overwhelm her as she felt his raw anger wash over her in waves.
          Why aren’t you still on the stage? You’re supposed to be up with the band.
Why the hell are you with him? he yelled at her. I thought you said you couldn’t be seen in public with celebrities like me. So in you stroll with him, the current flavor of the month, and I have to watch him groping you?
He loomed dangerously over her as she backed away from him until she was trapped by the wall-to-wall counter of the sink behind her.
“I’m not with him, not that it is any of your business,” she replied weakly, aware of how vulnerable her voice sounded, but not able to get it under control yet.
         “Just like your leaving me in Berlin was none of my business?” His face was dark and his voice dripped with scorn. “You never told me what your business is. At this point, I’m guessing high-class hooker. Was I a freebie, or are you just behind in your billing?
         Cory, just let me leave and forget about me, okay?”
She tried not to sound like she was pleading. Shed spent years perfecting how to order men around, but right at this moment, she would have begged if it would get her away from this man she still wanted so much, but had hurt so badly.
 His eyes were wild as he pushed forward with his hips to trap her between the sink counter and the unmistakable bulge in his pants.
I can’t forget about you, damn it! That’s the problem. You’re in my blood. I want you so bad I can taste it.”
With that, his hands grabbed her urgently, and he ran them along her naked back, down to the cleft in her behind. He saw his hands move in the mirror behind her and shuddered. He gripped her hips and ground himself into her. With a groan, he moved one hand up to grab her hair and force her face up to accept his kiss, a punishing battering of her lips with his. She cried out from the pain of her hair being twisted around his hand, and he forced his tongue into her mouth and laid claim to her, despite her objections.
Gasping, she tried to push him away, but since she didn’t want to actually hurt him, she couldn’t use any of the skills honed over years of training and practice.
Besides, the truth was that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Her hands crept up along his back as she leaned into him, pressing herself against him with strength of passion equal to his own.
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 And yes, I'm a huge fan of spy movies and TV shows. 😍

Sunday, January 15, 2017

Carlisle Cops

Its just a few more hours before the release of the fifth story in the Carlisle Cops series, Fire and Hail.  I'm very excited about this story.  As with many of the others in this series, this story pulls its initial basis form a real incident that happened in my area,  It shocked me to the point that I had to build a story around it. 

Brock Ferguson knew he might run into his ex-boyfriend, Vincent Geraldini, when he took his first job as a police officer in Carlisle. Vincent’s attitude during a routine traffic stop reminds Brock why their relationship didn’t last.
What Brock doesn’t expect is finding two scared children in the trunk of a Corvette. He’s also surprised to learn the kids’ mother is Vincent’s sister. But his immediate concern is the safety of the two children, Abey and Penny, and he offers to comfort and care for them when their mother is taken into custody.
Vincent is also shocked to learn what his sister has done. For the sake of the kids, he and Brock bury the hatchet—and soon find they have much more in common than they realized. With Abey and Penny’s help, they grow closer, until the four of them start to feel like a family. But Vincent’s sister and her boyfriend—an equal-opportunity jerk—could tear down everything they’re trying to build.

Purchase a copy:  https://www.amazon.com/Fire-Hail-Carlisle-Cops-Book-ebook/dp/B01N4HY7WG/ref=zg_bs_10169_60

“It’s okay, sweethearts. No one is going to hurt you.” He pushed the lid all the way open, and a little girl in a pink sundress and white-and-pink-striped tights stood up. Brock guessed she was about three. “We need assistance at Harrisburg Pike near East. I can confirm two children in the trunk. They seem okay so far.” He kept his voice as calm and level as possible.
A boy, about five years old, carefully climbed out of the trunk. “Mama,” he said, pointing to the woman who had been driving the car.
Brock glared at the woman. He had trouble imagining how anyone could be so heartless and cruel as to lock two small children in the trunk of a car on one of the hottest days of the year and then go out joy riding. Not only was it a miracle that they weren’t hurt from being tossed around inside the confined space, but it was lucky they hadn’t been injured from the heat.
He escorted the children onto the grass and into the shade of a nearby tree, then knelt down so he could be more on their level and less intimidating. “I’m Brock. What are your names?”
“Abey, and this is Penny,” the little boy answered and then pointed to the car. “It was scary in there.”
Penny had her thumb in her mouth and stayed close to Abey.
“Is Penny your sister?” Brock asked, and Abey nodded. “Did you take care of her while you were in there?”
“Yes. I held her when we rolled around.”
“You were a very brave big boy.” Brock didn’t know what else to say, but Abey nodded. “Can you stay right here with Penny?” Brock asked as he heard cars approaching. He stood to watch the scene but stayed close to the children.
Two other police vehicles stopped nearby. Both Kip Rogers and Aaron Cloud got out of their vehicles. Aaron was the ranking officer and he’d probably take charge of the scene. Brock stayed where he was as Kip helped Carter handcuff both women and get them loaded into the back of separate police cars. Then Aaron made his way toward Brock and the kids.
“Did you find out why they were in the trunk?” Brock’s heart went out to both children as Aaron stepped away a few feet.
“The car belongs to the passenger, Brenda Weaver, and apparently she’d just bought the car and drove it over to show Rhonda Geraldini. Rhonda wanted to take the car for a spin, and since there was no backseat and she didn’t have a babysitter, she put the kids in the trunk and the women decided to go for a ride.”
“My God,” Brock said softly. Vinny’s sister. Sometimes it was a small, sick world.
“Her excuse was that she thought the kids would be fine and that they weren’t going very far or very fast. Oh, and that there was no backseat in the car for the kids to ride in anyway.” Aaron rolled his eyes.
Brock turned back to the kids and forced a smile. “This is Abey and Penny. Abey held and protected his sister while they were in there so that she wouldn’t get hurt. He’s a very good big brother.”
“Where did they take Mommy?” Abey picked at his sleeve, swaying from foot to foot.
“It’s all right. She shouldn’t have put you and Penny in the trunk, so the officers are going to talk with her.” He turned to Aaron, floundering.
“Carter called for some help, and his husband, Donald, is on the way.”
Brock nodded. “I’ve met his family.” That was a huge relief. Donald would know exactly what to do and how to help make sure the kids remained calm. “I’ll stay with the kids here in the shade if you want me too.”
“Perfect. We’ll handle the rest.” Aaron left them, and shortly after, Penny pulled on Abey’s sleeve.
“Penny has to go potty,” Abey said.
“Okay.” He caught Aaron’s eye and motioned to the gas station next door. Then he took each of their hands and gently led them across the grass and into the store. There was just a single bathroom, and Brock waited outside while Abey took Penny inside. He kept watch and listened for any issues. Soon the heavy door moved, and Brock helped open it. They came out, Abey holding Penny’s hand.
“Did you wash up?” Brock smiled when they both nodded, and he led them back through the store. At the register, Brock bought two boxes of animal crackers and handed one to each of them. He also got some bottles of water, then walked the kids across the parking lot to where Donald was waiting for them. “Abey and Penny, this is Mr. Donald. He’s going to be your friend and he’ll help you. I promise. He’s a very nice man.”
Abey’s lower lip quivered, and Penny stepped behind her brother. Brock suspected that all this was way more than they could handle and fear was really setting in.
“I’m going to take both of you to stay with a friend of mine. Okay?” Even Brock found Donald’s voice soothing.
Abey shook his head, turned to Penny, and put his arms around her to shield her from Donald. “No strangers. Mama says so.”
“Am I a stranger?” Brock asked, and Abey turned to look at him but didn’t move away from Penny.
“Yes,” he answered. “But you’re a nice stranger.” He turned and held his box of cookies close to him, and Penny mimicked her brother.
Brock wanted to cry right there by the side of the road. He blinked and had to turn away. Damn it, he wasn’t supposed to get emotional when he was on the job. Take whatever you see, bury it, cover it up, and make it stay there. That’s what he was supposed to do. But how in the hell was that possible when he was looking into two pairs of wide, frightened blue eyes?
“Do you want me to go with you?”
Abey thought a second, screwing up his face in a look of concentration, and then finally nodded. Abey seemed to trust Brock, at least initially.

About the Author:
Andrew grew up in western Michigan with a father who loved to tell stories and a mother who loved to read them. Since then he has lived throughout the country and traveled throughout the world. He has a master’s degree from the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee and works in information systems for a large corporation.
Andrew’s hobbies include collecting antiques, gardening, and leaving his dirty dishes anywhere but in the sink (particularly when writing)  He considers himself blessed with an accepting family, fantastic friends, and the world’s most supportive and loving partner. Andrew currently lives in beautiful, historic Carlisle, Pennsylvania.

Saturday, January 14, 2017

New Adult reads from Rita Hestand

I've gone into the New Adult short story writings now and hope you check it out. Here's a excerpt from Part of Me.


He saw her walking down the road and his heart stopped. Her head was bent, her shoulders slumped, her expression lost. It was Amy Benefield, but where was she going, and with a suitcase? She had on a pair of jeans and blouse with a pull over sweater. She was one of the prettiest girls he'd ever known, with her blond hair that curled around her shoulders, and her deep brown eyes that looked so soft all the time. But of course, he knew she was stuck on Kevin. He couldn't really blame her, Kevin was more of a go getter when it came to girls. Still it never kept his heart from leaping every time he looked at her.

He drove right up to her and stopped. "Amy, what's wrong, babe? What are you doin' walking out here in the middle of the road?" Carson Walker asked as he got out of the car. There was no traffic on the road this time of day and he knew he didn't have to worry about that. He was worried about Amy.

Her eyes were trained on the road. Her look was lost.

"Where are, you going, what are you doing?" He asked, with concern.

She didn't answer, didn't look at him.

"Amy," He turned his head in question, "What's wrong?"

She still didn't answer.

He came up to her, and caught her elbow, turning her around to face him.

She raised her head, her soft brown eyes going over him with tears hovering in the corners. "I'm leaving."

"Leaving?" He repeated her word. "Leaving where? Where are, you going babe?"

"I don't know. Away somewhere I guess." She muttered miserably.

He reached for her suitcase, and then her hand. "Come on, let's go somewhere and talk." His voice had a softness about it that could calm a storm. Carson knew there was something wrong and he aimed to get to the bottom of it. As much as he commanded, he calmed even more. He'd been her friend forever, but there was something about him today that made her respond to his gentle commands. 

She followed.

"I need to find a place before dark." She said hesitantly.

"A place. You aren't making much sense. What's wrong? Talk to me. It's me, Carson, your buddy. Tell me what is bothering you so. I want to help you."

She looked up now, staring into his dark blue eyes, searching for something. "Everything…"

"Come on, come with me." He instructed.

He opened the car door for her and he drove up to the lake, a special spot they used to go to talk. He turned off the ignition and turned to face her. "Okay, now tell me what's going on."

She stared out at the lake, but her mind seemed miles from there.

"I'm leaving Carson, and I'm never coming back, that's what's wrong." She said, not bothering to look at him.

"Why are you leaving?" He asked simply.

"I have to. I've caused so many problems. It's my fault. I must leave now. Can you take me to a bus station or a train station or something that will take me away from here?"

"Not on your life. I want to know what's wrong." He demanded softly.

"Nothing, I had a fight with my folks is all. And I'm leaving."

"Must have been a pretty bad fight to get you to packing your stuff and taking off like this." He commented. When she said nothing, he surmised, "Did they kick you out?"

She glared at him. "Yeah, they did."

"Why?" He hollered now, not understanding any of what she said.

She looked out the window, away from him, unable to face him. "Be….be…" She couldn't finish. "I can't tell you. I'm too ashamed."

"Ashamed? Of what?" he looked incredulous at her.

"Oh Carson, you're such a good person. Why couldn't it be you?"

"Why couldn't what be me?"

"I guess I might as well tell you. You'll hear it sooner or later. I'm pregnant."

Silence sliced the air.

"Your…your pregnant?" He asked as though he wasn't sure he heard her right. It was the last thing he expected to hear from her. But, knowing how she had missed Kevin Stevens when he left, he didn't doubt there might have been something between them other than friendship.

"That's right Carson, I’m pregnant. You can announce it to the whole town if you want to. Everyone will know soon enough." She turned a hateful glance on him.
"Well…. what about Kevin, have you told him?" Carson asked wondering about the situation but not voicing it to her.

"Wasn't hard for you to figure it out, was it?"

He stared at her, "No."

"As long as we three have been friends, we've always stood up for each other, had each other's backs. Haven't we?"


"Well, not any longer. Kevin refuses to admit it's his. Claims I probably slept with you. He won't stand up to his responsibilities and my folks won't have me around." Now the tears fell and Carson felt angry at his friend Kevin and angry at her thoughtless parents.

"They kicked you out?"

"Yeah, said I was just like my no-good sister, Megan. Same thing happened to her a couple of summers ago. I guess it runs in the family. Mom was pregnant with Megan when she married my dad."

"Aw…Amy, I’m so sorry. And Kevin won't claim the child?"

"Kevin won't even see me. He told his folks I was lying, that it wasn't his. He told them the baby was yours." She cried. "I tried to tell them differently, but they didn't believe me. They think their precious son could do no wrong. They told me they couldn't believe I'd say such a thing and not to come back."

"My God, babe. I'm so sorry. Come here," He pulled her to him and held her close. "I wish it was, I'd never leave you Amy." He kissed the top of her head.

"What am I going to do, Carson, I’m so scared."

"Aw babe, it's alright. We'll think of something. You aren't going anywhere. I'll help you, you know that."

"It's not your problem. It's mine." She cried.

Another silence sliced the air, but Carson's mind was turning at a high speed. He assessed the situation, and without due consideration shook his head.

"Okay look, he accused me of being the father. Fine, I'll take the responsibility. Since he doesn't want to. You are my friend and I won't desert you. We've been together since we were kids. I'm not about to let you handle this alone. It's much too big. Now, we just got to figure out a few of the details."

She was staring at him now, and melting at that stare. "I can't let you take the responsibility for this?"

"You may not be in love with me, but I know you like me, trust me. That's a start. We'll work on the rest, together."

She hung her head and the tears came down.

"They wanted me to have an abortion, Carson.  I refused. So, they told me to get out and figure it out for myself. They wanted no part of a little slut and her kid. They said if I was old enough to get pregnant that I was old enough to figure it out for myself."

"Your parents called you a slut?" He reacted with pure shock.

"I deserved that. Acting so moon-eyed over Kevin just because he was off to college and I missed him like crazy. I thought Kevin loved me, the way he was acting, he said he missed me too and was glad I was there. I was just one of his girls. He's got a new girl already. She should be careful, she'll end up the same way." Amy cried.

She sat up and looked at him, "I was a fool to think he would care. I'd missed him so much when he went off to college. When he came back for Spring Vacation…we kissed for the first time. He took me to the lake, he was telling me how much he missed me too. And we kissed. One thing led to another. We made love. Several times. But after he went back, I worried about what I'd done with him, knowing he was at college. I felt alone. Then I realized I was pregnant. And he had another girl there at the college, I know because I called and she answered his phone. I was just his weekend fling. I couldn't believe he used me like that. The three of us have been friends all our lives, Carson. I went to tell him yesterday as he just got home for the summer. He laughed in my face and told me he was sorry, but he was going with someone else. He stood there, staring at me and said, "You've been here with Carson all this time, and now I'm accused of being the father. I don't believe that." He practically called me the same thing my folks did. I felt so cheap, so used up, and so scared. Then when my folks threw a fit and told me to get out, I just didn't care any longer. I just wanted to die, Carson."

"No, no you aren't going to die." He turned to the steering wheel of the car and held on to it. Gripping it so hard his fingers turned white. "Just give me a little time here to think. We'll work this out, Amy."

"That's sweet of you Carson, but it's not your problem." She told him. "Although, now that I think on it, he might cause you some problems if he tells everyone it's yours."

Carson stared at her a minute, then smiled. "Let him. I wish it were mine. I'd take care of you and the baby. I wouldn't mind at all."

"Carson?" She looked big eyed at him.

"I've always liked you Amy. You just couldn't see it for Kevin's flirty ways." He nodded. "It's done. As far as anyone knows. This baby is mine then. I'll marry you and make it legal and no one can say a thing. The baby will have a father, and a good last name."

"Oh no, Carson. I didn't mean for you to…" She looked at him. "You are the sweetest person I know Carson, but I would never push this off on you. I'll think of something."

"No, Kevin wants to tell everyone it's mine, then, fine, it'll be mine. We'll get married. Would you mind marrying me? Am I so awful?"

She hesitated, her glance going from the short cropped brown hair to his deep indigo eyes. He was handsome, she'd always thought so. "Awful? You are the nicest person I know Carson, always have been. But your parents, what would they say?" She shook her head.

"I'm not sure. We'll just have to find out. So, you'll go home with me, and we'll tell them. If they kick us out, I've got an eye out for a house in Murphy where we can live. Or if you don't like that we could go live with an aunt of mine. She wouldn't kick us out." He assured her.

"Carson, I can't let you do this." She protested. "As sweet as you are, you can't solve all the problems of the world you know."

He looked at her now, and pulled her chin up to stare into her beautiful brown eyes. "I care about you Amy, and I care about your baby. I won't let you suffer this alone. We've always done everything together, we'll do this too. There's just one thing…."

She looked at him, "What?"

"If I marry you, you will be married to me, for real. And that baby will be mine. Not Kevin's. He can't have the baby after we are married, or you. Agreed?"
She nodded slowly, "You'd do this, for me?"

"I would. Now dry your eyes and hold your head up. From this moment on, the baby is mine. Got it?"

"Yes," she stared in wonder. "Oh Carson, I so don't want to ruin your life."
"Ruin it? You'll make it!"


"What's the matter, you don't think in time you could grow to love me?" He chuckled, but his eyes pinned her to the spot for an answer.

"I already do…for what you just said!" She shook her head.

"Just not the same way you love Kevin."

"Carson, you don't understand."

"What's to understand?"

"I slept with Kevin because I love him too. He was sweet when he came back and well, I did miss him, he's never been gone like that before. I think I let my good judgement slip when he started touching me. Carson, I was a virgin. He kissed me a couple of times. I hadn't even been kissed…like that before. And then he started touching me. I was swept up in the moment. I can't truly say it's the forever kind of love. I trusted him."

"Oh God, babe. Can this get any worse?"
Part of Me