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Kathleen Rowland BlogTour and Giveaway

by | Feb 9, 2018 | , , , , , | 2 Comments

One Night in Havana 
#34 in the City Nights Series from Tirgearr Publishing
by Kathleen Rowland

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About the Book:  

 A desperate competition and sizzling attraction leads to dangerous desire.

 New York Marine biologist Veronica “Roni” Keane is attending the Havana Bay Conference in Cuba. Tomorrow only one grant will be awarded which will provide the winner with professional recognition, resources for a project, and living expenses for two years. She hopes to continue her deceased father’s work, but smooth operator, Carlos Montoya, has won many grants in the past.

 Carlos, a freelancer for the Havana Port Authority, works to help protect Havana’s reputation as a bastion of safety. As international travelers flock to the island, attracted by its 1950’s time-warp and colonial architecture, the drug business is running rampant, particularly on Roni’s cruise ship. Something’s not right, and when her scuba tanks are tampered with, Carlos brings in the military police to investigate. For her safety, he keeps her close, but he craves her body.

 Their attraction leads to a fun night with a bit of kink. But Roni finds herself in more trouble than she bargained for when the criminals blame her for alerting the military police and come looking for her. Can Roni trust Carlos to protect her? Will she stay in Havana if Carlos wins the coveted grant, or kiss her lover goodbye?

 An erotic romance with mystery. 
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Excerpt:

 — Chapter One

“Why, Veronica Keane.” A voice heavy with a Spanish accent drawled from behind her. “A dive bar?” A taunting tsk. “What do we have? A slumming New Yorker?”
She stiffened and closed her eyes. She knew that voice and its owner, Dr. Carlos Montoya, a finalist like her, competing for the same damn grant at the biggest Cephalopoda conference of the decade. Her heart pitter-pattered against her ribs. To turn toward him would intimate distress, or worse yet, weakness. She wouldn’t fail to win this grant, not when she was a final contender. “I like this funky little place.” Sia Macario Café, smack in the center of Havana, allowed her to observe locals and their daily lives.
“You need to eat with all the mojitos you’ve downed.” The big tease wasn’t  counting. This was her first drink, but his rumbling, sexy timbre hinted at all kinds of dark, hot promises. She’d rubbed shoulders with the Cuban scientist all week. This splendid specimen of Latin male brought on a physical ache that punched low.
A flare-up stirred fear. For her own good, she needed to resist. “I ordered camarones enchiladas.” By now she knew the menu on the chalkboard by heart. She tipped her head back to whiff grilled shrimp soon to arrive in sofrito sauce with fried sweet plantains.
“The flan is good. Just like my abuela makes.”
“I bet. Your grandmother would be happy to hear that,” she said, knowing he brought out the best in most people. Two days ago he’d invited her and a handful of others scuba diving. The chance to ogle him had been one of the perks. He’d worn nothing but swim trunks, his bare chest on display. Every glistening muscle was finely etched. Not a drop of fat on him. Since he’d not given her the time of day, she’d checked him out without him noticing.
The hard-bodied host had led the way toward habitats of soft-bodied creatures. To find where invertebrates lived was never an easy task. Octopuses squeezed into narrow passages of coral for protection and gave females a place to keep their eggs. She’d discovered the remains of a few meals nearby.Octopuses scattered rocks and shells to help them hide.
 This grant meant so much to her and no doubt to him as well. Veronica mindlessly toyed with the gold necklace around her neck, but anxiety crackled through her brain. Unlike this man of action, she lacked the flamboyant personality necessary to talk people into things. Carlos had that ability. He’d made friends with judges on board while she’d conversed with an older woman about a box of scones made with Cuban vanilla cream.
That day the wind had picked up to a gale force, and this woman named Bela with Lucille Ball red hair needed help walking to her home. The half mile down the seaside promenade, The Malecón, had provided her with time to practice her Spanish. Turned out Bela was Carlos’s grandmother. She’d worked as a maid when the Castro government came to power. When private homes were nationalized, titles were handed over to the dwelling occupants. Bela owned a crumbling home in the respected Verdado district and rented out rooms.
What Veronica detested about Carlos was his abnormal level of talent for schmoozing. Not that he wasn’t charismatic; he drew her like a powerful magnet with emotions hard to untangle. Why was a self-assured woman who ran her own life thinking about a man who commanded everyone around him?
She inhaled a breath and turned around on the barstool, caught fast by a gut punch of Carlos Montoya in the flesh. She sighed and surrendered to the tendrils of want sliding up between her thighs.
Tall and muscular, his lush dark hair curled to his collar giving him a wild, roguish appearance. His face was lean and chiseled. His mouth full and tempting. His eyes the smoky-gray of a grass fire and fringed with black lashes as dense as paintbrushes. He smiled. A faint hint of mockery curved his mouth, a sensual mouth she imagined to be either inviting or cruel. Or both at the same time when he leaned over a woman with a diamond-hard gleam in his dark eyes while she drowned with pleasure. She fought a fierce desire to run her hand across his broad chest, tip her face upward, and…
His breath tickled her face.
Not going there. She blinked and forced her mind to focus. Carlos Montoya was not the kind of man you lost focus around. But that image of putting her mouth full on his and peeling away his shirt once introduced in her mind was impossible to expunge. Pointless even to try.
He was an intimidating blend of intellect and sexy danger. Both qualities had her leaning back against the bar’s edge. If it weren’t for him, she’d have a chance at winning the grant.
His lips twitched. “You’re staying on one of the cruise ships, am I right?” He rolled up the sleeves of his linen jacket to reveal a dusting of manly hair.
”Yes.” Her cabin served as her hotel room while attending the January meetings with perfect high-seventies temperatures. His eyes locked with hers. She willed herself to move and yet she remained seated, clutching heat between her legs, a wetness so intense that her breath stalled in her chest while her heart hammered faster. Soon she’d return to freezing New York City.
“So, Bonita, give.” He slid onto the bar stool next to her. “What brings you down from a lofty ship to grace us lowly Cubans with your presence?”
Bonita. Pretty lady was not an endearment coming from the mouth curved in a taunting smile, but not a slight either. Not with his deep, melodic voice speaking words as if he knew secrets about her. What secrets did he know? Would he pry into her personal life? She doubted this bad-boy college professor acknowledged boundaries.
“Just drinks and dinner.” She scrambled for composure. “Aren’t we attending a world-class conference? I find the local population to be friendly and kind. That’s not slumming.”
The bartender set down a saoco. “Hope you like it, senorita.”
“Gracias,” she said. “Very nice, served in a coconut.”
“Ah, the saoco,” Carlos said. “Rum, lime juice, sugar, and ice. The saoco,” he repeated, disbelief heavy in his words. “Um. Wow. Once used as a tonic for prisoners of the revolution.”
“Medicinal?” She couldn’t help it. She chuckled and sounded as if a rusty spoon had scraped her throat raw, but it was genuine. The warm glow in its wake was welcome and needed. .
He leaned an elbow on the bar, his beer bottle with the green-and-red Cristal label dangling between his fingers. “Be careful with that one.” He dipped his head toward the front door as if he needed to go somewhere soon.
That fast, the glow snuffed out. She cleared her throat and gripped the fuzzy surface of the coconut container.
He placed a five-peso coin with a brass plug on the counter and whirled it. The spinning motion mirrored a dizzying attraction going on in low parts of her belly.
She cleared her wayward mind and nodded toward artwork on the opposite wall. “I plan to buy a painting tonight.”
“Don’t buy anything unless the seller gives you a certificate. You’ll need one to take art from Cuba. Artists deal in euros in case you don’t have pesos.”
She’d come prepared but said, “Thanks for the info.”
His coal-black eyes widened as he gazed from her head down to the tiny straps around her ankles as if she wore high heels and nothing else. “You give off a Barbie doll image,” he replied and stood up.
“Huh?”
“Where’s Ken, anyway? Kenneth Morton. He came with you to the talks in Antarctica. Five years ago.” He grinned, and the mortification in her belly gave way to a longing which she had no business feeling toward her competitor.
“Ken and I broke up.” She hesitated for a moment. “You have a gift for remembering names. Like a salesman.”
“A person’s name is, to that person, the most important and sweetest sound. Back then I introduced myself to Ken in the men’s room.”
“I remember now. Didn’t you give a talk on a specialized pigment in the octopus?”
“Ahh, si.” He splayed his fingers over his chest. “A pigment in their blood is—”
 “—called hemocyanin. Turns their blood blue and helps them survive subfreezing temperatures. Were you awarded something?”
“The antifreeze protein grant? No. It went to a deep-diving photographer. He wasn’t chicken about getting lost or trapped under the ice.”
She slid from her stool and strutted around, jutting her chin in and out like a chicken. “Bock, bock, bock, bock, bock, begowwwwk.”
He chuckled. “Cute chicken dance. Very cute in that skimpy black dress.”
Her cheeks heated, and she clutched her necklace. He’d seen plenty of women in body-fitting attire. In Cuba, women wore dresses to meetings. If she’d harnessed sexier mojo, she’d have livened up presentations. Her presentations with an abundance of dull data went south. She slid back against her stool and clutched her purse to her stomach as if the small satin bag could calm the nerves playing deep down kickball. She belonged in her tidy New York office filled with computers, modems, and research manuals. Not in this softly lit café where passion oozed from a man’s pores, and artists displayed their canvases. Here was where Havana’s trendsetters congregated, and Ernest Hemingway wrote about desire.
“Good luck with your purchases, Veronica Keane.”
Okay, so they weren’t going to pretend they were going head to head for the grant.
As if he had more to say, he grinned at her, his perfect white teeth flashing.. “Do you find us different, like apples and oranges?”
“What am I, an apple or an orange?”
“Hmm. You’re an apple.” He was doing that sexy voice thing which made her brain shut down. Heady. 
It started with an unexpected spark, an instant attraction, the jolting jab of oh-I’m-feeling-something. Something like a flashfire in her belly, but now they were talking. “Am I the apple of desire? Want to take a bite out of me?” She pulled in a breath. Had she really said that?
“Bonita, do I ever.”
“Tomorrow is the final ceremony.” Would she watch him walk to the podium to accept the grant? 

About the Author: 

Book Buyers Best finalist Kathleen Rowland is devoted to giving her readers fast-paced, high-stakes suspense with an erotic love story sure to melt their hearts.  Her latest release is One Night in Havana, #34 in the City Nights series.

Kathleen also has a steamy romantic suspense series with Tirgearr Publishing, Deadly Alliance is followed by Unholy Alliance. Keep an icy drink handy while reading these sizzling stories.

Kathleen used to write computer programs but now writes novels.   She grew up in Iowa where she caught lightning bugs, ran barefoot, and raced her sailboat on Lake Okoboji.  Now she wears flip-flops and sails with her husband, Gerry, on Newport Harbor but wishes there were lightning bugs in California.

Kathleen exists happily with her witty CPA husband, Gerry, in their 70’s poolside retreat in Southern California where she adores time spent with visiting grandchildren, dogs, one bunny, and noisy neighbors.  While proud of their five children who’ve flown the coop, she appreciates the luxury of time to write.

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Now, for Kathleen’s Five on Friday Questions.
 
You open your front door and find a penguin wearing a cowboy hat. What does he say?
The penguin in a cowboy hat doesn’t need to say anything. He simply tips his hat in a traditional polite manner, and I’ll know he’s a gentlemanly penguin.
Ann: He’s probably also a Texan! Gotta love a cowboy!!
 If you had to describe yourself in one word, what would it be?
A people-person. As an author interested in people, I write character-driven romantic suspense. Heroes and heroines have their own histories, work against odds to make the world a better place. They’re good people looking for happiness.
Ann: I consider myself a people-person, too!!
 
 What’s the one thing you do every day that you enjoy the least, but do it anyway?
I swim laps but never actually feel like it. I’m always glad when those forty laps are done. Swimming is a feel-good aerobic exercise.
Ann: Another thing we have in common…exercise. I start my day on a treadmill. Most days I don’t like it much.
You’re a new color in the crayon box. What color would you be and why?
I’d be orange because it combines the energy of red and the happiness of yellow. Orange is as joyful as sunshine and as warm as the tropics. Orange represents enthusiasm for life. 
Ann: Wow! That’s a great answer. 
 
What makes you laugh?
An event that is a bit wrong and a little bit right can bring on the giggles. Well intentioned inappropriateness can be funny. I laugh at myself. Once I was supposed to speak at an event and came a week early all dressed up. At least I didn’t miss it.
Ann: I think it’s an attribute to be able to laugh at yourself. If you don’t, then you’re taking things too seriously!

Color Ana Morgan Purple

by | Feb 2, 2018 | , , , , | 0 Comments

Help me welcome Ana Morgan to Five on Friday. Don’t forget to check out her books and follow her on social media. Remember how important reviews are to authors, so please review the books you read on Amazon or your favorite retailer.

Blade Masters has finally spotted his ideal Dakota Territory ranch, where he can live alone, forget his cheating ex-fiancée, and bury the shards of his shattered heart. All he needs to do is sweet-talk the ailing owner, and his spitfire daughter, into retiring.

If she weren’t desperate, Stormy would never hire a cowhand. She’s learned the hard way that she’s happier working her family’s ranch alone. But, the greedy banker who holds their mortgage just demanded payment in full—or her hand in marriage.

Will this handsome drifter protect her? Or does he have designs of his own?

The Night Owl Reviews:

“Stormy Hawkins” is a rollicking good time. It’s an old-fashioned western with just the right amount of heat to it make feel modern. Stormy is a sassy, hardworking woman. She’s more at home in pants and boots than a dress. Blade is very much her match. The story runs the gamut from steamy to suspenseful. Villains threaten our couple at every turn. Blade and Stormy are quite the pair and misunderstandings abound. The author pens some sensual love scenes and touching moments. The dialogue is entertaining and the action is pretty much nonstop. This book was hard to put down. I really enjoyed it and look forward to the next one in the series.

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When she was small, Ana Morgan’s dream was to know something about everything. She has studiously waitressed, driven a school bus, run craft service on indie film sets, wandered through European castles, wired a house, married a Marine, canned vegetables, and studied the stars. She knows how to change a flat tire but prefers a gallant, handsome stranger who strips off his jacket and spins the lug nuts for her.

Ana embarked on her writing career by crafting succinct cooking directions for her Secret Garden soup mixes—and graduated to lyrical essays about living on a small organic farm for her CSA’s weekly newsletter. Eventually, she realized she wanted to write what she loved to read—steamy romance novels.

She and her husband eloped six weeks after they met and moved from southern California to northern Minnesota. They taught themselves how to milk cows (at first by hand), and raised three go-getter children. One is an award-winning woodworker. Another is IT super-smart. The third is an actor-director-producer.

Ana edits for a regional literary publication, The Talking Stick, and currently serves as president of From the Heart Romance Writers.

Ana’s Five on Friday Questions

Do I read horoscopes?

In my early 20s, natal astrology made sense of my life when nothing else did. Solar return, transit and secondary progression readings helped me survive tough times and make good use of happy times. My children insist on next-year forecasts as each year comes to a close. I do real-life readings professionally, and I generate horoscopes for my main characters as part of developing each character’s profile.

Ann: I think WOW is the only thing I can say. I had a character write horoscopes for the local paper, but I’ve never generated any as part of my character’s profiles. Not a bad idea.

Do you belong to any critique groups?

I belong to two critique groups. I have learned so much from critiquing others’ chapters. And I really benefit from crit partner feedback.

Ann: Amen. I love the diversity of states, age, and gender I receive from the online group I belong to. And my local group offers me completely different feedback. Both groups are helpful in different ways. When I speak to writing groups, joining a critique group is one of the top five things I recommend.

Are the names of characters in my novels important?

I think so. I look for names that convey an image. Blade Masters—sounds dangerous, sharp-edged and strong. Stormy Hawkins—impulsive, fiery temper, old-time values. Galen Thomas—Galen for doctor, healer. (Thomas is what he chose.) Angel Foster—she is left for dead and goes back in time, she’s an orphan. I try to do the same for secondary characters, as well.

Ann: I agree names are a big part of the story. I spend a lot of time researching Texas names since all of my stories are set in the Lone Star. I love the name Blade! Hey, I’m a Texas girl, so I gotta love a cowboy!!

What is a strong memory from childhood?

My family lived in Germany when I was young. One summer, we vacationed in a tiny Swiss village. Milk cows would be herded down from the hills and along the main street. They’d turn into their barns for milking. I picked wild berries. It was unforgettable. When my hubby asked if I would move onto a small farm, I remembered that summer and said, “Yes!”

Ann: What a wonderful memory! 

I’m a new color in the crayon box. What is it?

Right after each of my children was born, I draped purple silk over the bassinette. The silk softened the brightness of both daylight and overhead electric lights, IMO, easing the transition from womb to world. I’d love to be that color. I’d call it angelic purple.

Ann: Love that!!

Thanks, Ana for taking part in Five on Friday. I enjoyed learning more about you…and I LUVED your book cover. I sang that in opera for effect!

 

Hump Day Holiday

by | Jan 31, 2018 | , , | 0 Comments

Last day to leave a comment on any Hump Day Post for a chance to win 2 bars of Goat’s milk soap or a Come Fly With Me to Bluebird, Texas Tee shirt! (Out of country winners will receive a free digital copy of Chirp)

And Always Remember…

Release of Lawbreakers Box Set

by | Jan 30, 2018 | , , | 2 Comments

                                                                                                                               Lawbreakers – It takes a whole lot of crazy to love a lawbreaker.

If you like strong women who take a detour from the straight and narrow, this collection is for you! From computer hackers to art heists, to a mysterious woman reclaiming her legacy and a re-telling of a classic with a billionaire twist, this box set has it all.
Join us for a ride-along on the wrong side of the law, and see if you fall in love with a Lawbreaker.

                                                                                                                                                           The Fighting Lancasters – Deb Julienne

Chrysanthemum Lancaster is a geek to the core. The youngest of three children, all geniuses, and yet they have trouble fitting into their own family. Chrys has always felt stupid when compared with her elder brother the financial wizard, and ugly when beside her older international super model sister. The only place she feels comfortable is on the computer where no one can see her. When their father is killed, the three Lancaster’s must quit their bickering and find a way to get along. While her siblings believe the police report that it was an accident, wrong place, wrong time, Chrys takes it into her own hands and contact an old hacker buddy to help her discover the truth. Along the way the three siblings find themselves embroiled in a bitter fight between Lancaster Pharmaceuticals and the Board of Directors accusing them of stealing and selling the three patent-pending serum breakthroughs on the big C to the highest bidder.
Nicholas Porter aka The Dark Knight, at one time, was well on his way to a life behind bars for hacking into the Government database, the National Treasury, and the White House for the fun of it. Thanks to his current boss, who saw the brilliance in him, he now works for the FBI Cyber Crimes Team. When his old sidekick, 4n0m@ly, contacts him begging for his computer skills to uncover a murderer, three things soon become abundantly clear: 1) Can he use his Federal skills to help an old friend? 2) Will he have to break a promise to the man who saved his life? 3) What happens when 4n0m@ly turns out to be a very pretty female trying to save her family legacy, find a killer behind the death of her father, and if it’s the same person who stole the secret recipe that was about to go public as a cure for Cancer.

                                                                                                                                                                    The Storm and The Sea – January 

                                                                                                                                                                     The Painted Heart – Vivianna MacKade

 

Two Truths and A Lie – Daryl Devoré

If you love hot, billionaire romances, then this is a must-read.

From the author of the Two Hearts One Love Trilogy, multi-published, hot romance author Daryl Devoré’s latest book revolves around deceit, betrayal, passion and the theft of a multi-million-dollar, rare, red diamond.
As if multiple planes crashes, a car accident, and a concussion isn’t enough, carefree Byn and straight-laced billionaire, Mark clash over Byn’s need for independence and Mark’s struggle with guilt pushing him in the opposite direction of love. When an art forger, an art thief and a ninety-year-old woman get involved the chance for true love for Byn and Mark fades.
All is lost until a children’s game is their only hope.

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Sylvie Grayson New Release Prince of Jiran

by | Jan 26, 2018 | , , , , | 0 Comments

A Penrhy prince caught between duty and desire. Can he win the impending battle?

West of Khandarken, Jiran is a hotbed of competing nations. Shandro, Prince of the Penrhy tribe, disagrees with his father, Sovereign Pollack, on nearly every issue that arises between them. But his goal is to uphold the family values in spite of Pollack’s conniving moves.
Then Shandro is sent on a mission across the mountains into Khandarken to bring back Princess Chinata, a bride for Emperor Carlton’s Advisor. In exchange, Jiran and the Penrhy tribe are given a peace agreement, protection against invasion by the Emperor’s troops. This seems a good trade, as Carlton is hovering on their borders with his need for more land. However, not far into the journey, it becomes apparent someone is not adhering to the terms of the peace accord.
Near the tribal border, Shandro and his troops have come under direct attack from unknown forces. He digs deeper into Chinata’s background to find strong ties to the New Empire. Is it too dangerous to bring Princess Chinata into Jiran? Or as her escort, does Shandro become her defender against the Emperor’s troops?

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Excerpt:

It had begun to snow again and the flakes were coming thicker, a steady silent fall that muffled sound and blinded them as they rode. The air was icy against China’s skin. Soon the wind picked up and it looked like another blizzard setting in. She watched Prince Shandro ride ahead to consult with his commander, then rein in and wait for Haggskyll and Boz to catch up. She studied him as he talked with the men, first gesturing toward the women and then ahead to the trail leading through the trees.
He was a handsome man in a very physical way with his broad muscled shoulders, lean frame and golden-brown skin. The attraction to him only got stronger as the days passed. What would she do when they arrived at their destination? How to concentrate on being bride of the ancient Judson Lanser when this virile young man had guarded her through the mountains, and looked at her with such focussed attention her breath caught in her throat?
There was a muffled shout up ahead, then a sharp bang. The men halted immediately, all attention focussed on the trail before them. More loud roars, and the guards were galvanized into action. Everyone rushed to pull weapons from their harnesses or behind their saddles, and crowd in around the women as others galloped forward into the blinding snow. Shandro moved quickly, riding in her direction and waving at his men.
“Go back,” he yelled. “We don’t know what’s ahead.”
The men were milling in a circle now, trying to herd the women back the way they’d come. Horses neighed and reared in the confusion. China grabbed her reins in one hand and the saddle horn in the other as her mount sidestepped swiftly and plunged into the mount beside her.
Suddenly new riders appeared on both sides of the churning group. They materialised out of the trees, riding low in the saddle, weapons in hand.
Mass confusion ensued. One of the guards grabbed her bridle, dragging China’s horse around to go back down the trail the way they’d come, and she clung desperately to the horn as she swayed in the saddle. There were more sharp sounds, what must be the firing of weapons although it seemed muffled by the falling snow, and in the milling of bodies she couldn’t see where they were.
Then something hit her, knocking her sideways in the saddle. She reached for the horn but her hand didn’t work. The pain arrived in an overwhelming wave and she cried out low, unheard in the rush around her. Looking down, she saw blood bloom on her cloak and ripple in a slow wave down her arm.
She was falling and someone was bellowing in surprise or rage, a wild cry that followed her down.

 

Sylvie Grayson loves to write about suspense, romance and attempted murder and has published contemporary romantic suspense novels, all about strong women who meet with dangerous odds, stories of tension and attraction. She has also written The Last War series, a sci-fi/fantasy adventure, the fifth book, Prince of Jiran, newly released.
She has lived most of her life in British Columbia, Canada, in spots ranging from Vancouver Island on the west coast to the North Peace River country and the Kootenays in the beautiful interior. She has been an English language instructor, a nightclub manager, an auto shop bookkeeper and a lawyer. She lives in southern British Columbia with her husband on a small piece of land near the Pacific Ocean.
Sylvie loves to hear from her readers. You can reach her at [email protected], on her website at http://www.sylviegrayson.com or on Facebook at: https://www.facebook.com/sylvie.grayson

Bringer of Chaos: Forged in Fire by Kayelle Allen

by | Jan 19, 2018 | , , , | 4 Comments

Today, I’m thrilled to have Kayelle Allen visit my blog again and take part in Five on Friday! She’s being a bit modest in her bio. Among other things, Kayelle is the founder of Marketing for Romance Writers, a site where authors interact and share knowledge. You can read all about her on her website.

 

Kayelle Allen writes Sci-Fi with misbehaving robots, mythic heroes, role-playing immortal gamers, and warriors who purr. She’s a US Navy veteran who’s been married so long she’s tenured.

Five on Friday

How would you describe the color yellow to somebody who is blind?

Yellow is lemon juice, corn, bananas, and buttercups. It’s happiness but also cowardice. It’s associated with running away and with caution. It’s the sun in your face on a hot day.

Ann: I couldn’t help but think of the statement made in the “Starman” movie. In talking about traffic lights, he said red means stop. Green means go. And yellow means, go faster!

Do you hide any secrets in your books that only a few people will find/recognize?

Yes, I do. If you’ve read other books, you’ll see details and origins of things. Especially in the Bringer of Chaos series.

Ann: So do I. How else can I get even with people I don’t like!!

What would you choose as your mascot/avatar/spirit animal?

After studying panthers for this book, I’m claiming them.

Ann: I’m sticking with Armadillo.

Are the names of characters in your novels important?
I couldn’t change the names of anyone. Each one means something specific. The name Pietas is one of the Greek virtues and refers to love and respect for family, especially fathers. Because Pietas so intensely hates his father, the name is quite ironic.

Ann: Love your answer!! I don’t think non-writers have any idea how long authors toil over the right name choice!

Do you belong to a critique group?
Yes, I do. I facilitate a local group in my hometown. There are about eight authors who meet regularly, although the same people seem to rotate with four or five meeting at any one point. I love this group. They’ve helped me with five books now and I love this group.

Ann: I can’t imagine writing without a critique group!!

Bringer of Chaos: Forged in Fire by Kayelle Allen
Science fiction with romantic elements

When the immortal Pietas is marooned on a barren world with no food and few survival tools, he knows it could be worse. He could be alone. But that’s the problem. He’s not.
Half a million of his people sleep in cryostasis, trapped inside their pods and it’s up to Pietas to free them. He can’t release one at a time. It’s all or nothing. He’s facing over five hundred thousand hungry, thirsty, homeless immortals will call on him for rescue and he has no way to answer.
It’s not all bad. The beautiful telepathic warrior he’s loved for lifetimes is at his side. He’s bonded with a sentient panther. He hates humans but the one dumped on this planet with him has become a trusted friend.
Before Pietas can build shelter, figure out how to grow food, or set up a government, he must take back command from a ruthless enemy he’s fought for centuries. His brutal, merciless father.
Immortals may heal, but a wound of the heart lasts forever…

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