Thursday, March 03, 2016

Interview: Adrienne Ruvalcaba Mother's Day Magic Author

AN INTERVIEW WITH Adrienne Ruvalcaba

One of the Authors FROM

My kids say I'm awesome

The Story I’ve Contributed Is
the day before eclosion

Sharon's only daughter, Gracie, is ready to move out on her own. What should be and exciting transition is complicated by Gracie's disability. Can Sharon learn to accept Gracie's newfound need for autonomy before irreparable damage is done to their relationship? The Day Before Eclosion is the story of a mother's struggle to respect her daughter's need for independence at the most crucial time of her young life.

What Was The Inspiration For Your Mother’s Day Magic Story?

The inspiration for The DAy before eclosion came directly from one of my best friends. years ago, she and her husband adopted two special needs children who have enriched their lives as much as they have challenged them. My story is a huge departure from their reality, because it makes a leap into the future. The children who inspired this story are still young, so it is really a tale of one of the many scenarios that could happen down the road.

How much research was involved in writing your story? How did you go about it?

Since I have a close, personal relationship with the inspiration behind this story, I feel like I have done years of research simply by being a friend and listening. When I was first invited to participate in this anthology, i knew that I would write a story that was a tribute to my friend and mothers like her. she and her husband willingly took on the adoption of the two kids in their area who most needed a home. i've seen first-hand how stressful the process has been at times, so I wanted my story to depict both the stresses and the joys. I tried to inject some genuine emotion and real mistakes into this story.

How often do your characters surprise you by doing or saying something totally unexpected?

My characters rarely every surprise me. i usually plan my stories out in detail, but i can have the occasional "ninjas fell from the sky" moment. In this story, my characters pretty much did what I expected them to do. Sharon, the involved worrywart  mother, does do something that most of us won't approve of, but I understand her motivation.

Do you miss spending time with your characters when you finish writing this story?
Yes. I am actually considering expanding this story into a longer novella at some point in the future. i'd love to more fully explore the dynamics of gracie's budding relationship.
What writer has been your biggest inspiration?

My inspiration changes periodically. At the moment, I am inspired by several authors within the interracial romance genre. the genre is overflowing with self-published books, many of which are low quality and help to perpetuate harmful stereotypes about women of color. i want to see the genre flourish, so i am inspired by the talented authors who have been there since the beginning, putting out quality literature.

What non-writer had the most influence on your life And why?

I have been fortunate to know lots of influential people in my life. it is hard to pick just one, but I have to choose a family member who served twenty years in the Us navy. My aunt, karen earlene lara, was my inspiration for joining the military and changing the course of my life. If not for her influence, i may never have found the courage to go after my dreams. She is also one of the most encouraging people I have ever known. She is always the first to order and review my books.

How important is the choosing of character names to you? Have you ever decided on a name and then changed it because it wasn’t right for the character?

character names do not mean anything to me while i'm working on a first draft. sometimes i use brackets with the word name inside them, like this [name]. often, i pick the first name that comes to mind and I stick with it. someday I'll put more thought into it.

Do you allow others to read your work in progress, or do you keep it a secret until you’ve finished your first draft?

my first draft is usually for me only.

What inspired you to write your first book? 
I was in an abusive marriage while writing my first book, The officer's wife. I just wanted to escape reality.
What might we be surprised to know about you?
the most surprising thing about me is that i have dyslexia. reading and writing is difficult. it takes me a long time, but it's worth it to me.
In Addition

I would like to dedicate the story to the greatest mother i know. Marisa, you have been an inspiration and a best friend to me. 

Mother’s Day Magic

The perfect Mother’s Day Gift, written with love, sent with love.

Every mother’s heart holds a bit of magic…her children’s love. Enchantment awaits in a dozen brand new, previously unpublished-stories, written by #1 bestselling and/or multi-award winning authors from across the globe. Whether it’s a captivating tale of romance or fiction fashioned from loving memories, these poignant stories are sure to touch your heart.
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Felt by the Heart by Angela Ford
#1 Bestselling, Amazon Top 50 and Award-Winning Author
Rachel fiftieth birthday approached, the forever she found with Ryan ended with heartache. And for her daughter, the second chance of having a dad. Will Rachel find the strength to rebuild her life and her daughter's?


“Rachel, my darling angel, how is your heart? Is what I mean.”

Her eyes drifted toward him, she smiled and hid her emotions as she usually did.

“It’s good too.”

Allan patted her on the back and walked toward the oven as the timer beeped.

“Someday, someday, my dear angel; you will have to talk to someone. If you continue to keep it all bottled up and ignore your emotions, your heart will never heal.”

Words of wisdom came from his heart. Rachel knew it. She appreciated her dear friend and knew he was right. Life had been so busy over the past six months; she hardly had the time to think about it. For the most part he was right; she ignored the matters of her heart. She left her marriage, her best friend, and her daughter suffered from yet one more broken family; among other stressors as a teenager, her son left for Toronto and she had started her own business. Her days had been filled with sorrow, happiness, success, and confusion all at once. She had not heard from Ryan. Some days she wondered if he had moved, was drinking himself into oblivion, or if he simply wanted to avoid her. Rachel never did reply to his last email. So many times she’d thought about it, but the hurt she felt in her heart kept her from doing so. She attempted but would hit the delete button. Each time she tried, tears formed and made her stop. At that point, so much time had passed; it only confirmed that it was over for them. Their forever had disappeared. His hurtful words of “wasted time” still lingered in her heart.

She had made her decision and was going to live with it. It was a great price for peace in her life, and for her kids.

She grabbed her coffee and headed to the sunroom. She looked up when she heard Brooke. Sleepily she said good morning and told her mom she was starving. For such a small framed girl, she could eat.

“Come join me for breakfast, Mom. I don’t want to eat alone.”

Rachel heard her slippers drag across the hardwood floors, still half-asleep. She chuckled inside. Her daughter was just so darn cute and confident at the same time. The invitation was time with her daughter and that was priceless. It would also distract her from the thoughts that raced through her mind.

“Right behind you, sweetie.”

Brooke’s idea of making breakfast was two bowls, the box of Fruit Loops and a gallon of milk. Rachel smiled. It wouldn’t matter what they had to eat. Their time together was the best gift. Brooke always loved her Fruit Loops. Rachel envisioned her daughter across the table as a five-year-old eating them. Treasured memories she held dear in her heart.

I Love You More by Cornelia Amiri
Best-selling author The Celtic Romance Queen
Garland recalls memories of her life’s journey from an abusive childhood to a bad marriage to the ups and downs of a single mom. She’s rewarded with a magical mother’s day with her loving family. 


She woke, changed Judson’s diaper and put him in his walker. Then she threw on a t-shirt and jeans and headed into the kitchen.
Her husband stood by the counter, drinking a cup of coffee. “I’m going to take a walk and get a newspaper from the little store,” he said.
“Okay. You’re not going to take the car?”
“No. I need to walk.”
Samuel left and Garland let out a sigh of relief. This was her chance to leave with the baby. She couldn’t help but think how ironic it was that today was Mother’s Day.
Her mind flashed back to earlier that week, when she got home from work, and stepped inside her apartment, her husband had smacked her in the face.
She recalled he’d yelled, “Where have you been?”
She’d still been reeling, trying to get her bearings. He’d never hit her before. She didn’t’ know what was going on. “I had to work overtime, I called and told you. What’s wrong?”
“The baby was crying for you and you weren’t here. You were at work with your boss.”
“Not my boss, a co-worker. The boss went home at the same time he always does.”

He slapped her again and again. Finally, he stopped and walked away into the family room.

Two Hearts Unspoken by Tamara Ferguson
#1 Bestselling and Multi-Award Winning Author of TRR Readers' Choice Award
Retired air force captain and wounded warrior, Zach Logan, discovers that his scars are more than skin deep, when he falls in love with Beth Bowen; the lovely single mother of an autistic son. 

Excerpt From Zach: As A Wounded Warrior

Zach grinned at the thought, stepping out from the shower—until he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror across the room. Studying the puckering scars and the mangled skin covering much of his torso, along with the skin over his lower back and buttocks, his frown was fierce as he stared at his naked body in the mirror. The first of the series of skin graft operations had begun—not so much to make his appearance presentable, but to increase the flexibility of his skin, while decreasing the amount of pain and discomfort in the future. There was a lot of heavy scar tissue covering his torso and upper arm, along with some more extensive scarring running down one of his thighs.
What in the hell had he been thinking, earlier today? Sure, the burns only covered about twenty percent of his body—it could’ve been a heck of a lot worse. His face had been saved—although there was still a lot of scarring covering his neck and the underside of his chin. But looking at himself in the mirror, he couldn’t help thinking—what female would even want him, the way he looked now? His chest was a mess, all wrinkled and mangled, with the hair on his chest beginning to grow back in spotty patches. And one of his nipples was barely recognizable. He couldn’t even stand looking at himself. What’d made him think he could ever expose any woman to the horror of his naked body the way it was right now?
Quit feeling sorry for yourself, you idiot,” he muttered out loud. “Luke lost his limb, saving your life, and his burns were a hell of lot worse than yours. You don’t see him feeling sorry for himself.”
Zach smiled wryly, still staring at himself in the mirror. At least his anatomy was still in working order.
But what kind of woman would ever want to make love to a guy like him?
He took in a long, deep breath. Beth? Something weird had happened to him, when he’d seen her standing alone and isolated on the beach at Dragonfly Pointe. She’d reminded him a little of himself—at peace, but not quite whole—as if she was searching for something elusive—something… Hmm—Zach supposed unspoken would be the right word to call what was definitely undefinable.
What a chore it must be, raising that kid of hers. The dedication, the time involved was inconceivable.

December Roses by Daisy Banks
Bestselling Author
A present day gift of flowers sets off delightful memories for Jean. The recollections of the day love first bloomed, and trust overcoming a frightening challenge, are carved deep into her heart.


Smiling, she walked with him and clung closer on his arm than she ever had, except for the secret end-of-evening kisses they’d shared. They passed a couple of fishermen at the riverside and paused to watch a set of swans gliding downstream on the smooth water. “This is such a peaceful place.”
 “Look,” Jack whispered, nodding toward a low branch that hung over the riverside edge. “A kingfisher.”
She caught the stunning flash of gem-bright wings as the bird dived into the river. “Beautiful.”
Jack turned to look at her full on. “So are you. I ought to tell you every day.”

Her heart thumped so loud he might well hear it. 

Maddie’s Project by Anna Celeste Burke
Multi-Bestselling Author and Winner Of 2015’s Self-Pub Most Worth Reading
Laura’s mother, Maddie, led a full life, filled with family and a million projects. May changed everything. More than a decade later, Laura reflects on Maddie’s biggest project, and how it changed all their lives.

“I ain’t got no pants!” Andy bellowed. It was about five minutes until a carpool mom was scheduled to pick him up and drive him to school. My 7-year-old brother stood there wearing a t-shirt, underwear, and space helmet. I was torn between helping Andy find his pants and heading to the bus stop to catch my own ride to school. It was May, and the school year was coming to a close. Year-end assignments were due and I was working on several events still in the planning stage. Year-end events that signalled change since, in the fall, I’d be off to St. Theresa’s High School. At 13, I wasn’t all that good at handling change. It’s still not one of my favourite things even now, in my 30s. That’s especially true if change comes as a surprise or brings bad news. The summer between Middle School and High School was about to deliver surprisingly bad news.
“Mom, Andy’s not dressed,” I shouted, just as my mother came dashing down the hall. “Eau-du-peanut butter” preceded her. In monster hair curlers and a paisley, jersey house dress, she had been in the kitchen hovering over slices of bread laid out like cards for a game of solitaire. I had grabbed one of the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches she was making for our lunches. Not those neat little sandwiches with the crust removed and sliced on the diagonal. Madeline Powers, Maddie for short, made hearty sandwiches, bulging with peanut butter and grape jelly. The ingredients spilled out of the bread meant to contain them. Like Mom lived so much of her life—over the top and bursting at the seams.
“I don’t have any pants,” Mom said, correcting Andy’s sentence and emphasizing each word with the slash of a table knife covered in peanut butter. Raised in the South, her parents insisted she take elocution lessons. Mom’s voice only rarely revealed any hint of a southern drawl. She tried to pass along a penchant for precision in diction and grammar. Andy didn’t hear it or disregarded it. I’m not sure where he picked up that “ain’t” he slid in there along with the double negative.

“You ain’t got no pants, neither? Oh no, now what are we going to do?” Andy smacked his head—his helmet, actually—in a dramatic gesture. Andy was a little over-the-top, like Mom. She laughed at her Cracker-Jack-prize-baby, as she called him. That was just one of her many momisms, as we referred to the words and phrases she made up, despite embracing her “grammar ninja” role as a right of motherhood. Born the year my mother turned forty, Andy had been one of those surprises I mentioned. Not a bad one, but one that brought sweeping change into all our lives. No one had been more surprised than my mother. In her twenties, she had struggled to get pregnant and carry a baby to full-term. Her perseverance paid off when she gave birth to my older sister, Sara, at 30 and me at thirty-two.

Vision of the Heart by Mary Crawford
#1 Bestselling Author African-American Romance
Facing vision loss is hard enough, but it’s causing Julia to question everything she knows about herself, a wife, a mother, and nurse. Can she handle a reunion when she’s a shadow of the person she once was?


Smoothing down my skirt, and fidgeting in my chair, I wait for my friends to arrive. Alisha and I decided to arrive early so I could scope out the environment before anyone shows up. I asked the waitress to set me in the brightest corner of the restaurant. If the lighting’s right I can still make out large objects. We worked out a few other things too. She brings my lemonade in a dark colored glass to make it easier for me to spot on the table. My peripheral vision will help there. I must’ve set and reset the dark glass on the table more than a hundred times trying to calm my nerves.
Suddenly, my phone starts vibrating. So, I turn on my Bluetooth to hear the text message. It reads to me in a disembodied voice. It’s a message from Alisha, “Mom, relax— you’ve got this.”

I glanced to my left and sure enough there’s Alisha in a hot pink shirt. She’s always careful to clip her hair back on one side and place a brightly-colored hair accessory there. Since my vision has diminished to the point where I can only see large shapes, her funky adaptations makes it easier for me to spot her.

An English Rose by Allyson R. Abbott
#1 Bestselling Author--4 Readers’ Favorite 5s reviews
A compelling and humorous insight of past years and present dilemma’s as Rose reflects on her usefulness in later life. She acknowledges and accepts her sell-by-date is approaching as life suddenly becomes interesting again. 


“Come on gal,” I say to myself, “it’s not that difficult. You know the route, the roads and the stalls. How hard can it be?” Taking a deep breath for courage, I step down on to the pavement.
“Watch out luv! I nearly knocked you over,” a man’s voice shouts in my ear.
Turning in shock, my face starts to burn up with embarrassment. That’s not a good start. Only the first step and I’m in trouble. I can just make out the shape of a person, but he is sitting on a scooter or something. I tilt my head so I can see him better out of the corner of my eye.
“It’s a good job I’m not going fast”, he laughed, “I only travel at tortoise speed or I’d have bashed right into you.”
“I’m terribly sorry; I was in a world of my own. I just stepped down without thinking.” I know I’m gabbling*, but I’m flustered; all hot and bothered.
“No ‘arm done, luv, but you should be more careful. Don’t you use a white stick?”
“White stick? Why would I want a white stick*?” I was backing up to full height, tensing, preparing for flight or fight. “Who are you, anyway?”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you, luv”, he replied in a softer voice, “My name’s Bill. I live just down the road, in those new bungalows by the park. I couldn’t help but notice that you weren’t actually looking at me when you spoke. I realised you can’t see properly. My late wife, Lil, had lots of problems with her eyes, so I recognise the look. She never used her white stick either. Always complained that it was humiliating and degrading, letting other people know she couldn’t see.”
“I don’t like the white stick either. I understand what she meant. It’s like surrendering to the enemy, waving a white flag. If I don’t use it, no one will know and I can carry on and pretend all is okay with the world. Sorry for snapping at you, Bill. What happened to your wife, Lil?”
“Got hit by a bus.”
“Oh my God!”

Bill burst out laughing. “Sorry, only joking. Your face was a picture! No, she actually passed away peacefully during her sleep, nearly a year ago now. I miss her like crazy, but life goes on. Talking of which, if you’re heading down the street I can drive alongside you, be your eyes. I can go at your pace, so don’t worry about keeping up with me. I’m not in any hurry, the day’s my own.”

The Art of Forgiveness by Tamara Philip
2014 Debut Nominee—Angie Ovations Outstanding Interracial Romance
One woman's journey to seek the truth surrounding her adoption. Amidst the tragedy of the past, she finds connections to her complicated history and a gentle reminder about the power of forgiveness.


Your father was dead.
Duncan Wayland died the same year you were born; he was only nineteen at the time. Mabel said his death rocked the town to its core and nearly every single person in Langford showed up for his funeral. It was anti-climactic and saddening but you didn't let that stop you. This was the era of technology, where you could get information at the tip of your finger, regarding this stranger who shared half of your DNA.
So you scoured the internet for records or images from the year of the accident, hoping to find something, anything that would better piece the story together. You wanted, no, you needed, every minuscule detail. Too bad there was nothing online about Duncan.  Knowing about his life and death may have been vital to you but unless he was a celebrity or historic figure, in the long run, he would have been a fleeting blip on the computer screen of long lasting news.
 The glaring sunlight streaming through Dora's stuffy living room window faded down to a warm orange glow as the sun set signifying an end to the day's interviews. She asked you to stay for supper, her voice was almost pleading, so you reluctantly agreed. That night you dined on overcooked pot roast with under cooked carrots and potatoes on the side. Each bite took five minutes of deliberate chewing to be able to swallow it down with a cold glass of lemonade but Dora did continue talking, sharing more details of a young Mallory and Veronica in her heyday.

"I remember one time, I went over to deliver a party invitation and Mallory was scrubbing the floor of the entry way. I remember it clear as day. Marble flooring with intricate designs all over it. Anyway, she was just scrubbing away with a tooth brush just like Cinderella! She kept her head down the entire time but you could still see little droplets of water dripping on the ground. It was either sweat pouring or tears falling, I couldn't tell."

The Illusion of Happiness by Neva Squires Rodriquez
Divorced and having lived under the illusion of happiness, for 30+yrs, Graciela struggles to find strength. With her fiftieth birthday and Mother’s Day weekend approaching, a surprise visit helps put things into prospective.


“Mom, you weren’t okay with it.” Rosalyn said. “I remember sitting at the top of the stairs and watching you crying for hours as you sat on the sofa looking through old picture albums. You might not have thought you were a strong person for putting up with daddy, but the fact that you dealt with him and with all of us children to spare us from having to change our lifestyle made you super mom in my eyes. I can only hope that one day I’m as strong as you and that my girls will look up to me the way I look up to you as one of the most incredible role models that ever lived.”

The Day Before Eclosion by Adrienne Ruvalcaba
Sharon's daughter, Gracie, is moving out. What should be an exciting transition is complicated by Gracie's disability. Can Sharon learn to accept Gracie's need for autonomy before irreparable damage is done to their relationship? 


Sharon had no idea how to reason with her daughter on this matter. How could she tell her that an ability to perform the practical tasks associated with daily living did not mean that she had the cognitive ability to meaningfully engage in complex emotional relationships? How could she even begin to go about explaining such a thing? Gracie probably had no concept of the idea that a young man could want to pay attention to her for the sole purpose of sleeping with her and then moving on to the next girl before things got too serious. Gracie equated feelings of love and attraction with marriage and stability, not with dating and having fun as other people her age did.
Carefully, Sharon approached Gracie and sat next to her on the picnic bench. "He'll never marry me now," Gracie said in a whisper that broke Sharon's heart.
She refrained from telling her daughter that twenty-two year old college boys rarely ever had marriage on their minds when they kissed girls.
After Martin returned home, he managed to convince Gracie to spend the night in her old bedroom. The happy, smiling young woman who had helped with dinner multiple times over the last few weeks had been replaced by a sullen, heartbroken person whom Sharon did not recognize. The niggling feeling that she might have done something wrong tickled at the fringes of her consciousness as she went through her entire night time routine. It wasn't until she got in bed and turned out the lights that the magnitude of her actions fully occurred to her.
The next morning, she padded out to the living room to find that Gracie was gone. Before leaving, she had taken the time to write a note and leave it taped to Sharon's computer screen.
"I am HUMILEATED!" the note read.

Sharon's eyes skimmed over the misspelled word several times before she broke down in tears. What had she done?

The Light We Found by Q.D. Purdu
1st Place Romance—2014 Texas Writers' League
Calla has survived divorce and developed a crush on Ben, the special guy in her dance class. Life is rocking until her ex confesses a long-hidden betrayal, and Ben reveals the most hurtful secret of all.

As always happens when I’m near him, I start inhaling more deeply. Some rebellious part of me is desperate to draw him in, even if it’s only the warm, masculine scent of him. The beating pulse at the base of his neck is a magnet for my attention. What would it feel like to place my hand there…or my lips? I guiltily allow my eyes to close while I get lost in the sensations he triggers in my body.
He reached for my hand. “But with you there’s a light I haven’t had before. It doesn’t diminish my life with Amy. But it’s special….different…”
I squeezed his hand as he trailed off, and I finished his sentence: “It’s the light we found just for us.”
The music starts. I’m in the moment. Our movement together is more than the sum of the dance pattern and aligned notes. His lead, his touch, his scent are richer than foreplay.
I read softly, “It’s not my dead dad. It’s that I killed him and my mother let me do it. She could have stopped me, and she didn’t do anything. But if she had stopped me, I’d be dead instead of him. And I’m glad that he’s the dead one instead of me.
Silence blankets the room. Cody’s thin body, all angles and knobs, tenses as if he’s holding a hundred-pound weight on his back.

Forever Sunshine by Cary Allen Stone and Tyler Hosea
Multi-Bestselling Author and Top SELF-e eBooks Winner of 2015
A letter containing the last request of their mother was handed to the children at the funeral service. They were told to read the letter at her gravesite on the year anniversary of her passing. 


The crowd parted to let them pass. They were looking at all the smiles. No one spoke as they made their way to the headstones. The leaves were rustling on the tree branches overhead. As they reached mom and dad the overcast broke. 

Angela Ford originates from Nova Scotia…Canada’s Ocean Playground!

Her love of the ocean and sunsets are always in her heart and give her inspiration. Her love for words keeps her turning the page. She is never without a book, whether she’s reading or writing. Now residing in Ontario, Angela works in Finance – numbers by day – words by night.

Angela Ford’s dedication and involvement with cyber safety seminars gave her an Award of Distinction and sparked the idea for her first book Closure – crime suspense that hit Best Selling Action/Adventure. Ms. Ford continued her FBI series with Forbidden and Obsessed with the final in the series coming in 2016. In between mysteries, Ms. Ford writes short contemporary romance…sometimes sweet...sometimes spicy and sometimes with a dash of suspense! Her #1 Bestseller Christmas Holiday Romance put her in Amazon’s Top 50 Authors.

Between two jobs and two kids, mom’s home is always filled with young adults and rather interesting stories. But it is the furry family members who rule the house – a Puggle, a new Chug puppy and two loveable cats. Every possible quiet moment she finds, she treasures and just writes about the moments to come. Angela is an avid reader of romance, a member of the RWA, KOD (Kiss of Death – Suspense Chapter) and Mississauga Writers Group. You can follow her at BTGN or visit her website/blog Romantic Escapes at to connect with her on her social network sites. She loves to hear from her readers – they keep her smiling!

Website/Blog: Romantic Escapes:

Cornelia Amiri, who also writes as Maeve Alpin, is the author of 30 published books. Known as the Celtic Romance Queen, she writes Celtic Fantasy Romance, Celtic Historical Romance, Steampunk Romance and Sci-fi Romance. She lives in Houston Texas as does her son and granddaughter and her cat, Severus. Severus is a writer's cat, he loves books. He likes to knock them off the bookshelf, sit on them, and sniff the open pages. He also uses the computer, he sits on it, lays on top of it, and walks across the key board almost constantly. She is working on two soon to be released books a historical romance box set, Scandalously Yours and a modern day fantasy romance novella, Back to the One I love.

Twitter @corneliaAmiri

A member of the Romance Writers of America, Tamara Ferguson is the top-ten best-selling, multi-award winning author of the Kissed By Fate Romance Series and the Tales of The Dragonfly Romance Suspense Series.

Her latest release is Two Hearts Surrendered. This military romance was her contribution to the bestselling Magical Weddings anthology, which included stories by fifteen USA Today, best-selling, and award-winning authors. Two Hearts Surrendered recently earned 3-5reviews from Readers’ Favorite, and has just become a #1 Wounded Warrior Romance Bestseller, Kindle Book and Series.

Tales of the Dragonfly Book I: In Tandem was a romance finalist at the 2013 Indie Excellence Awards, while Tales of the Dragonfly Book II: In Flight was a 2014 WINNER at the Readers' Favorite International Book Awards. Her latest release, That Unforgettable Kiss was recently a top ten Amazon bestseller in Kindle Saga Fiction, earned 3-5editorial reviews from Readers' Favorite, and has just become the 2015 WINNER of The Romance Reviews Readers' Choice Awards in New Adult Romance.

That Unforgettable Kiss is currently featured in the #5 bestselling A Touch of Passion, 12 full-length novels by USA Today, New York Times bestselling and multi-award winning authors. This anthology is also a #1 New Adult Romance Bestseller, as well as a New Adult Bestseller.
Since she remains a full-time caregiver for an autistic son, you can usually find Tammy working at home, where she spends a lot of time not completing her numerous home improvement projects, because she's writing or helping indie authors promote their books on twitter.

Daisy Banks writes romances ranging from sweetly tender through to sexily spicy tales in the Historical, Paranormal and Fantasy genres. From Victorian devotion to a werewolf passion, a rogue and a courtesan, a clumsy fairy and a saucy ghost, you can discover a different world with Daisy in each of her stories.

Antiques and collecting entertain Daisy when she isn’t writing. There are also some rare occasions she makes a meal that doesn’t stick to the pan. 

Twitter @DaisyBanks16

For Anna Celeste Burke life is an extravaganza! Figuring out how to hang tough and make the most of the wild ride is the challenge. On my way to Oahu, to join the rock musician and high school drop-out I had married in Tijuana, I was nabbed as a runaway. Eventually, the police let me go, but the rock band broke up. Our next stop: Disney World, where we ‘worked for the Mouse’ as chefs, courtesy of Walt Disney World University Chef’s School training. More education landed us in academia at The Ohio State University. For decades, I researched, wrote, and taught a number of gloriously nerdy topics. Retired now, I’m still married to the same, sweet, guy and live with him near Palm Springs, California. I write mysteries set in sunny California! The Jessica Huntington Desert Cities Mystery series, set here in the Coachella Valley, the Corsario Cove Cozy Mystery Series set in California’s Central Coast, and The Georgie Shaw Cozy Mystery series set in the OC. Coming soon, The Misadventures of Betsy Stark that also take place, here, in the Coachella Valley.

Mary Crawford has been lucky enough to live her own version of a romance novel. She married the guy who kissed her at summer camp. He told her on the night they met that he was going to marry her and be the father of their children. Eventually she stopped giggling when he said it, and they just celebrated their 27th wedding anniversary. They have two children. The oldest is in medical school, where he recently found and married the love of his life, and the youngest is still in elementary school.

Ms. Crawford writes full time now. She has published six books and has several more underway. She volunteers her time to a variety of causes and has worked as a Civil Rights Attorney and diversity advocate. Ms. Crawford spent several years working for various social service agencies before becoming an attorney. In her spare time, she loved to cook, decorate cakes and of course, obsessively, compulsively read.

Allyson R. Abbott.
I love to travel, but I also need to work. Being an author allows me to combine both of activities and has the added bonus of life being an adventure. I never know where I will be sitting writing from one year to the next. As I write this, I am in Africa, in spring I travel to Europe for a few months and later in the year to the USA and Canada. It is a great life, if you don’t mind a little insecurity.

I try to bring a little of my adventurous personality into my stories. Being a 'mature aging gracefully' woman, I feel akin to the problems of aging and relationships. I spent many years on my own before finding my truly remarkable and very patient partner who I happily gave up my whole world for. My stories are about mature relationships with mature people. People who have character and humour, who have a history; people just like us.

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After spending most of her life in New York City, Tamara Philip decided to let love lead her on an international adventure, where she's met many amazing people and ate entirely too much. Tamara and her English-born Husband, Chris, now split their time between the United Kingdom and Trinidad and Tobago.

Writing has been her secret passion since childhood. Quirky female leads are her trademark. 
On any given day you can find Tamara telling people what to do, dodging adulthood, and working hard on her next novel.

Other works by Tamara Philip are The Trouble with Playing Cupid, The Trouble with Romance and two holiday short stories, Romancing the Grinch and This Season...Have Love/Have Faith with fellow author, Neva Squires Rodriguez.

Twitter @MsTamaraPhilip

Neva Squires-Rodriguez was born and raised in a neighborhood located on the North Side of Chicago. Mother, Wife, Expert at multitasking, when she’s not writing newspaper columns or finishing up her latest novel, she is dispatching calls for her city’s 911 center. Perhaps this is what helps Neva create electrifying stories with a twist.

Neva Squires-Rodriguez earned her Bachelor’s Degree from American Military University (APUS/AMU) and her Master’s Degree from National University, a feat which she worked very hard to obtain and says she will work even harder to pay off.

She claims to be a typical American, full of dreams that will hopefully get her to a more comfortable lifestyle one day. She says, "God has a plan and I will follow wherever it is that He takes me."

Adrienne D'nelle Ruvalcaba was born and raised in Southeast Texas. After high school, she joined the U.S. Army and served four years at Fort Campbell, KY. After her army days, and one failed attempt at marriage, she and her two children relocated so that she could enroll in the Engineering program at Southern Illinois University Carbondale. While there, she completed her Bachelor's degree in Civil Engineering with a concentration in structural analysis. Also while at SIU, she was diagnosed with Systemic Lupus Erythematosus. This diagnosis significantly changed her life.

Since the onset of SLE, she has learned a lot about those close to her and even more about herself. After a few years of struggling to accept lupus as part of her life, she has come to a more peaceful place, and no longer lets her disease define who she is.

Adrienne has had a love of writing since grade school, and she often takes solace in the many worlds she creates in her imagination. She writes women's fiction and romance, and her books are meant purely for emotional fulfilment, enjoyment, and sweet escapism. Real life is difficult enough, and she believes that we all need a little break from it sometimes.

Twitter link: @AdrienneDnelle

Q. D. Purdu’s debut romance, DESDEMONA FINDS THE BIG O IN LOVE won first place in the Texas Writers’ League Romance category, 2014. The book will be released in 2016.
Q. D. loves her rescued puppy, red wine, running through sprinklers, dark chocolate with sugared ginger, and anything wrapped in a corn tortilla.  Her prized possessions include a hot pink Christmas tree and a garden full of okra and basil.

She hasn’t decided what she’ll be when she grows up, but whatever it is will be filled with romantic impossibilities.

Cary Allen Stone’s aviation career began in 1972 and ended in 2014. In his forty-plus years as a pilot, he flew hundreds of thousands of miles through all types of weather, domestic and international flights, all without an aviation accident. His aviation travels gave him a unique perspective of life, and led to his writing. In 1992, he flew film director Sir Ridley Scott for ten days during a location scout. Mr. Scott mentored him about his writing. He has a Bachelor of Arts degree, and was a member of two honor societies. He played a “bad guy” main character in an AAA Club advertisement, and was an extra in several films both in LA and Phoenix. He has written several action-adventure screenplays. He has done voice-over, radio commercials, and standup comedy, which included comedy magic. He represented the USA alongside nine other countries in the Night of Magic in Bogota, Colombia performing before dignitaries, ambassadors and their families. Cary is a member of the Phoenix Writer’s Club and the International Thriller Writers.

His series The Jake Roberts Novels has been well received by Amazon Hall of Fame Top 10 Reviewers in crime fiction and psychological thrillers from whom he receives 5–Star reviews. Action adventure author Clive Cussler and South Florida author Tim Dorsey endorsed Stealing Atlanta, his cybercrime thriller. His first published work, Through a Mother’s Eyes a true crime story, was a case study of “filicide” the parental murder of children. His subject was a friend of his who murdered her six-year-old son. The research took four years to complete, which included time spent in the correctional facility where Julie was incarcerated. Through a Mother’s Eyes has a worldwide reach. Cary’s hopes are that the story will help to prevent future tragedies from happening and to date he has received several correspondences of success.

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Tyler Hosea is an editor and reviewer, and with Forever Sunshine a breakout author. She has contributed to all four of Cary Allen Stone’s Jake Roberts Novels. She has the difficult job of being his significant other for the past eleven years, which is no small task. Tyler’s profession has always been in aviation having spent twenty years in customer service and management. Her current position in aviation is classified. One of these days you will find Tyler behind the controls of an airplane as she continues her private pilot license.
Tyler is an avid reader, a part of her nurtured by her mother since she was a young girl. She graduated with honors from Oglethorpe University. She is an official Georgia Peach having been born and raised in Atlanta, Georgia. She has traveled extensively around the world. Tyler has appeared on several of Cary Allen Stone’s book covers. Both she and Cary will be writing their next complete book anthology continuing on from their Forever Sunshine