SFRB Showcase July 2016!


The banner takes you right to the place to find all kinds of amazing authors and their offerings for July.  Check it out.  Not only are they talented writers, they’ve gotten me through a lots of bumps in the road to publishing, and surviving after publishing.

On to a snippet.  I’ve rewritten this scene a few times, and while I can’t guarantee it’s done being tweaked, I think it is.  So for something completely different, I’m going to post the snippet, with my personal thoughts interjected in parenthesis.  This is really how my brain works.  you’ve been warned.

Hunter and Shannon have a reunion, about halfway through Renegades: Book 2 of The Wildblood.  Read the bold lines first, that’s the actual snippet.  Reread.  My smarmy comments are in italics.

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You’re not wearing body armor,” Hunter observed.

(Did you really think he wouldn’t notice that??)

She glared at him, dropping her canteen and clamping her mouth shut instead of saying something rude.

(You’re so lucky she didn’t punch you.  She’s twenty, for god’s sake.  Her hormones are running amok.)

He knew that look. “And you’re pissed at me. Because I kissed you?”

(I was right, you really are clueless.)

For a moment, Shan was astonished. “You think that’s why I’m angry?” She put her hands on her hips, only accentuating the fact she was mad, and that she wasn’t wearing body armor.

(No comment.)

Apparently, no. What did I do wrong?” Hunter asked, leery.

(Oh, Hunter, you silly, silly man.)

You could have asked me to come with you, when you left Estes Park.”

(You’re not paying enough attention, Hunter.  You should run now.)

You told me not to.”

(See previous statement.)

I might have alluded to it. The point is, you should have asked.” Shan was frustrated. He wasn’t like the other men she knew, the ones she’d grown up around. She had no trouble expressing herself to the select few of Team Three’s inner circle, or talking them in to things.


There was no winning the argument, he knew from past experience. “What about Mac?” he expressed his own frustration.

(Noooooooooo!!  You did not just say that!)

Mac?” she repeated, puzzled.

(It’s OK, Shan.  He’s clueless.)

Tall guy. Wears a cowboy hat, watches a lot of old movies when he’s off-duty. You two are . . . involved.”

(I’ll bet she knew that.)

She sighed. “I forget, sometimes. You think my relationship with Mac has some bearing on my relationship with you. It doesn’t.”


Maybe not for you,” Hunter corrected. “And maybe not for him. I have trouble working around that. Once I figure it out, I’ll tell you all about how I feel.” He knew exactly how to push her buttons, or to make her think about it. His choice was the latter, this time.


I don’t even know how to respond,” Shan decided after a moment.

(Me, either.)

What do you need my help for?” he changed the subject none too smoothly.


I’m a Scout, I might as well see what I can about this trade route. Maybe it will keep Command from firing me, later.”

(looks for another cup of coffee)

Hunter folded his arms, never sure if she was joking when it came to Command.

(You know nothing, Hunter.  Nothing!)

There are times I really despise that . . . smug look,” she folded her arms, daring him to respond.

(You’re really not going to let him walk away like that, are you?  ARE YOU??)

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Renegades: Book 2 of The Wildblood will be release this autumn.  In the meantime, you can catch up with The Vista: Book 1 of The Wildblood, and Backlash, a prequel novella.  They are available on all e-formats, links on my website.



Sanna Hines

Author Name: Sanna Hines

What is your chosen genre, and why? Young Adult. I love the energy of books written for this age group. So far, I’ve published a contemporary YA thriller (Stealth Moves) and YA contemporary mythic fantasy (Shining Ones: Legacy of the Sidhe). I plan to publish a YA contemporary fantasy later this year.

Name of your most current book, and if it’s a series, what is the series title and how many volumes are anticipated? Shining Ones: Legacy of the Sidhe I may add more volumes but am not calling this a series yet.

Summary for your most current book

Ever feel you’re different from other people?

For police officer Tessa Holly, it’s not a feeling; it’s a fact. She can change her body any way she chooses. She will never grow sick or old.

Born a descendant of Ireland’s hero-gods, the Tuatha dé Danann (Clan of Danu), Tessa will spend her life hiding her abilities from humans and Formorian enemies—people with equally strange talents but ordinary lifespans. She’ll follow her Clan’s Rules in all things—friendships, career, even marriage.

But when her brother and a human girl are seized by Formorians bent on stealing Danann longevity, the Rules don’t help. To rescue the captives, Tessa must rely on a man no one trusts as her guide through cairns, castles and cathedrals in search of her people’s greatest treasures.


Who is your favorite character in the story? Tessa Holly, cop-shapeshifter

Why? Tessa starts out as a rule-follower. As she learns more about her people and their enemies, she gains tolerance and broader vision. She also falls in love with a delicious man.

Are there any short stories or companion novellas No

What inspired you to write it? I have always loved ancient places, particularly in Ireland and the UK, but I didn’t want to set a story in the Stone or Bronze Ages. Legends of the immortal Tuatha dé Danann raised questions in my mind: If they didn’t die, what happened to them? What are they doing today? Shining Ones answers those questions.

Would you like to share an excerpt with us? (1500 words maximum, please).

After midnight, Keshcorran, Ireland

Bres swerved around a pothole on the Irish road. “Henry’s vehicle operates magnificently.”

Of course. If it didn’t, he’d have it chopped into pieces and shipped back to the factory.”

He rubbed his chin. “You know, I believe he would.”

Cliodhna of the Fair Hair studied her large, blond companion. He still looked like a man in his thirties, still deserved his epithet, ‘Bres the Beautiful’, but fine lines creased the skin beside his eyes. He’d been out in this place too long. Fresh from Renewing in the Otherworld, Cliodhna was certain she hadn’t aged a day past twenty-six.

They’d been enemies, allies or lovers over the millennia. Apart for the last fifteen years, what were they to each other now?

Time will tell,” he said.

Oh, do stop reading my mind! You know that annoys me.”

Not always.” Bres winked.

Cliodhna sighed. “Are we nearly there?”

He pulled the SUV to the side of the road. “We are there. This is Keshcorran. Must we climb to the caves for you to contact her?”

She will hear my song across the ocean. The distance to the caves is no obstacle.” Cliodhna reached for the door latch.

Wait.” Bres went outside to hold open her door, extending his hand.

Surprised, she took it. Bres kissed her fingertips. “For luck,” he answered her unspoken question. Looking toward the hill, he said gravely, “And so it begins.”

Cliodhna shook her head. “No. This is how it ends.” Standing tall, she began to sing.

Friday evening, New Hampshire

Tessa Holly drove ten miles west toward Salem before she noticed her left hand had shrunk. Get a grip. Clamping her right on the steering wheel, she shimmered her left to match the other. Why, oh why, had she interviewed for her cop job as a tall woman? She’d been stuck with oversized hands, feet and a six-foot frame at work for the last two years.

Today, she hadn’t bothered to change before heading from the Salem station to Clan headquarters in Portsmouth. Tessa gritted her teeth, still fighting the battle she’d already lost. How dare the Clan stonewall her demand to know where Ben had been for the last three months! They admitted to sending him on a mission, but wouldn’t give up any details, like when he’d come back. “Be patient,” Clan Secretary Ayres advised.

Patient? Ben was the thread binding the family together now their parents lived with new identities. Tessa faced marriage to a man she didn’t know. At twenty-four, she wasn’t ready to be so alone. She felt her world unraveling with her big brother gone.

Answer,” Tessa barked at her buzzing car phone.

Aunt Tessa!”

Cory?” Ben’s sixteen-year-old son never called; he texted. “What’s wrong?”

You’ve got to come to Island Lake. Right now. Lia’s gone.”

Slow down. What do you mean ‘Lia’s gone’?”

Lia McHugh’s my new girlfriend. Her father found a rock cave in the woods. We were looking at the thing when Lia heard singing and rushed inside. She didn’t come out.”

She’s trapped? Island Lake is Atkinson Fire District. Here’s the chief’s direct number.” Tessa recited the digits. “And don’t forget—”

Hang on.”

Tessa heard a man swearing and feet trampling brush. Taking the moment to check her rear-view mirror, she angled into the outer lane.

I can’t call the fire department.” Cory’s voice dropped to a desperate whisper. “I think this is a Danann thing. The place where Lia vanished looks old. I saw this flash of light. It was…white? Pink-gold? Kind of…uh, damn. There’s no way to describe it.”

Indescribable.” Tessa felt a sinking sensation. Entrance light? “Is Lia one of us?”

No, she’s plain human. But how could she use an entrance? She’d need a heartstone, and I’ve never seen her with one. ’Course…”

You haven’t seen all of her, Tessa finished silently. “Where, exactly, are you?”

Cory gave directions to the McHugh summer cottage. Tessa said, “Got it. I’m approaching the exit. Be there in minutes.”

Can’t you fire up the lights and siren?”

I’m in my car, not a cruiser.”

Oh. Do you think…could she be…in an Otherworld?”

No.” Tessa merged into the ramp traffic. “Otherworld travel is only possible on festival days, and the access point is Mystery Hill. You’re a couple miles away, and today is…what? July 25th? Next festival is August 1st. If your girlfriend stumbled into a Sidhe entrance, she’s somewhere in our world. Is that her father I hear? What’s he doing?”

Going crazy. I think he’s trying to pull the place down with his bare hands.”

Send him away from there. Use your Silvertongue Talent if you have to. I’m on my way.” Tessa hit a stream of green lights that kept her from breaking too many speed laws. She reached the Island Lake community and what Cory described as “a road tunneling through trees.” At the end, she spotted a weathered cottage with Cory’s Jeep and a BMW parked on patchy beach grass. She pulled up beside them.

A man came out of the house. Caucasian, 30-35, medium build, fit, 6’2”-3”, 190, hair black or dark brown. Eyes? She couldn’t tell yet. He had a jacket draped over one arm and carried a flashlight. With a quick glance in her direction, he said, “Don’t want to buy anything,” and waved her off as he hurried toward the forest.

I’m looking for Mr. McHugh!” Tessa shouted in her official voice.

The man stopped, turned, flinched when he saw the uniform and the face she’d copied from a statue of the Greek goddess Athena. Tessa crossed the thirty or so feet between them.

I’m Sam McHugh. Police? Who called you?”

Cory Rowan. I’m his aunt.” Now close enough to see McHugh clearly in the twilight, she observed two things that shook her.

One, he had a perfect face. Hairline to chin, every feature balanced. He should have been wearing a tuxedo and hawking liquor on some glossy magazine page, but there he stood, in a dirt-caked chamois shirt and jeans. Tessa’s Talent shrieked at her; perfect faces were rare as smooth ice on a pond. There were always differences between left and right sides. Her shapeshifting skill depended on pinpointing those flaws. Even the Hollywood glitterati had them, so why didn’t this man?

Two, she knew that face but couldn’t place it. It was there, tickling her memory, just out of reach.

He smiled when she stared too long. Bet you think I’m dazzled by your looks. I’m not, you conceited ass. “My name is Tessa Holly. I’m with the Salem force, but I’m off duty. I was heading this way when Cory called to say there’d been a problem, something about your daughter?”

Yes,” McHugh said, his eyes (blue, Tessa noted for her mental report) narrowing. The pupils constricted when he spoke. “She wandered away, but we’ll find her. No need for police.”

He’s lying. “I’d like to see Cory. Will you take me to him?”

As you wish.” McHugh nodded curtly and led off.

There was light enough outside the woods, but inside the tree line, darkness slowed their progress. McHugh switched on his flashlight. Tessa swatted at hordes of mosquitoes attacking her.

He thrust his jacket in her direction. “Here. Keeps off the worst of the bugs. Too thick for them to get through.”

Tessa slipped into denim, which smelled pleasantly of some woodsy scent, and unsnapped the catch of her own flashlight. Trotting along in McHugh’s wake, she had a sudden rush of memory.

That face didn’t belong to any Sam McHugh, but to one Aidan Orbsen, a rich man’s son who made the news years ago for murdering his equally rich wife. Tessa remembered Orbsen’s lame story about the wife being swept off their yacht by a wave. The media chalked up the innocent verdict to one more example of money buying freedom.

So Orbsen changed his name—and now his daughter’s missing. Perhaps the girl inherited money from her mother. Could Cory have seen yet another “accident”?

Orbsen, a.k.a. McHugh, called back to her. “Coming?”

Tessa’s attention shifted to an intense glow illuminating the forest path ahead. The light was a color she couldn’t name. Somewhere ahead was a Sidhe entrance.

Running full out, she passed McHugh and kept going. The glow became loud somehow; the sound of a waterfall filled her ears. She yelled for Cory, her voice faint as a whisper in a whirlwind.

By the time she found the source of the light and noise—a hillock with an opening framed by boulders—McHugh caught up. Gripping her arms, he turned her, said something she couldn’t make out. She shook him off. “No time! Call Cory’s mother, Maggie Rowan. In Portsmouth, under Ben Rowan. Tell her, It is in the shelter of each other that the People live.’ Have you got that? Use those words exactly. And tell her I’ll find her boy!”

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From the book

We are the Clan of Danu, called Tuatha dé Danann in Ireland, where we made our home for five hundred years. There we lived as our true selves, safe from all but Formorians, fierce warriors from the north with Talents like our own.

Our history became legend, legend turned to fairytale until no one believed we ever existed.

From reviews

“An entertaining, well-crafted story with unusually complex and entrancing characters.”—Kirkus Reviews

“Imagine if there was a follow up to American Gods. Set in Ireland, Wales and Northern England.
Now imagine is it was written by Stephen King. That’s the best description of this book I can think of.”

“Action, magic, romance, mystery, and family turmoil create an exciting backdrop for a hazardous quest enriched by a cast of delightfully quirky characters.”

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Prince Nicholai Interview

Unforgettable Lover by Rosalie Redd – Prince Nicholai Interview


Did you ever think that your life would end up being in a book?

Prince Nicholai steps away from his desk. The highly polished oak reflects the light from the sunstones embedded in the cave walls, blinding me with its glare. He places his hand on the back of his chair, his knuckles turning white. “Actually, yes. My life will be recorded in the scriptures, just like all the other kings, past, present, and those yet to come.” A smile crosses his face. “…but that isn’t what you wanted to know, was it?”

I try to swallow, but my throat is too dry. “Umm…I meant in the book I wrote, Unforgettable Lover.”

His eyes gleam and then a loud, raucous laugh bursts from his lips. “Well, at least you gave me a happily ever after.”

What are your favorite scenes in your book: the action, the dialog or the romance?

A smile pulls at the corner of his mouth. “As much as I didn’t want to participate in the Betram ritual, I have to say, meeting Leonna…her honeyed scent, her piercing blue eyes, her naked body sprawled before me…now that is something I will never forget.”

What do you like to do when you are not being actively read somewhere?

A soft chuckle eases from his chest. He shakes his head and rolls his eyes. “I don’t have time to worry about the audience. I fight for my goddess, Alora, to win the battle against the Gossum.” His brow furrows and all traces of his light mood disappear. “You Earthlings have no idea what is at stake. If we lose the battle, you will be enslaved and forced to ship your precious water to Lemuria. You better pray we win.”

I cough… “Umm…next question, then.”

Are you happy with the genre your writer has placed you in?

He closes his eyes and exhales. “I wish she’d make up her mind…paranormal, fantasy, science fiction. Any of those will work, just pick one.”

I cross my legs and squirm in my seat. That last comment was a little too close to home. Moving on…

Do you like the way the book ended?

The skin around his eyes creases and his smile returns. “You gave me my Leonna, and for that, I am truly thankful.”

Would you be interested in a sequel, if your writer was so inclined?

He glances at the ceiling, as if studying the sunstones embedded in the porous cave. His lips purse, then his gaze bores into me. “What I’d really like to know is how do things work out for my son…Noeh.”

Now that is something I can’t answer for him. That just wouldn’t be fair. “Noeh has his own book, Untouchable Lover. You should read it sometime.”

He raises his eyebrows, but doesn’t speak. I can’t help the smile that curves my own lips.

What do you do for a living?

I’m the prince. I lead my kind in battles against our enemy, the Gossum.” He rubs his hand over his face. “I hate this bloody war. Did you know this all started because of a lover scorned?” He blinks. “Of course you did.” He raises an eyebrow. “How could I forget? You’re the author.”

Ok, now I feel uncomfortable under his scrutiny. Thank goodness there’s only one question left.

What is your greatest fear?

The only sound in the room is our breaths. He studies me for a long moment, long enough that a bead of sweat rolls down my neck. “Um, did you hear me?”

I heard you. I just don’t want to answer.” A tic starts in his jaw.

Guess we’re done. “Thank you, Prince Nicholai, for the interview.”

His smile once again lights up his handsome features. “You’re welcome, Rosalie.”



The Betram ritual, when the full moon occurs on the summer solstice, is a sexual rite—and a requirement—for all unbonded Stiyaha of age. The irresistible urge to mate drives their inner beasts. Some succumb and transform, while others hide behind masks. None can escape the compelling need.

For Leonna, Betram offers one night of freedom from a destiny she doesn’t want. Eager to participate, she’s drawn to a formidable male whose tenderness burrows into her soul. Despite discovering she’s below his status, she is caught up in their passionate frenzy, and loses her heart to a male she can never have.

Though reluctant, as an unbonded male, Prince Nicholai must participate in the Betram ritual. Because he fears harming anyone he gets close to, he dons his mask and vows to stay in human form. What he doesn’t expect is the intensity of his hunger for a certain honeyed female hidden behind a disguise. As much as he longs to forget her, he can’t, for she’s unforgettable.

Author bio:

After finishing a rewarding career in finance and accounting, it was time for Rosalie Redd to put away the spreadsheets and take out the word processor. She writes Fantasy/Science Fiction Romance inspired by classics from the science fiction, fantasy, and horror genres layered with a good, hot dose of romance.

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She lives in Oregon, where rain is just another excuse to keep writing. When not at her computer, you can find her at Jazzercise, waterfall collecting in the Pacific Northwest, or relaxing with her husband and their pesky cat, Snookums.

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WeWriWa 06/12/16

My blog is still not working correctly, and it looks like that’s the way it’s going to be.

In the meantime, check out WeWriWa for blogs that don’t mess up, and contain some fun, wild, complicated, and amazing snippets from other writers that know what they’re doing!  Just click the picture.


And now a few words from me.  This is from Renegades: Book 2 of The Wildblood.  It’s a bit of a conversation my MCs have while they’re miles apart, angry at the world, and each other.

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“That’s not my point. I’m going to go find those places we only imagine exist.  I don’t have to have permission from anyone and neither do you. We’re not prisoners.  If you aren’t afraid of the Council, of Command, you should do the same thing,” Wade challenged.

I’ve got Cody to run, because you dropped that job on me when you left,” Mac disagreed. “Priorities.”

Damned right,” Shan said, adding her commentary.

I understand whatever decision you make; I’ve already made mine.” Wade got the last word in, as usual, their contact breaking into three distinct parts before it faded away.

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Also, The Vista will be getting a new cover sometime this year.  While I love the art of the original, it’s been brought to my attention that a thumbnail version (which is what everyone sees) just isn’t working.  For now, a temporary cover.  The link goes to Amazon, but it’s available on all formats here.

Have a great week!




First World Problems

My blog has been having technical difficulties for about 3 weeks now. WordPress hasn’t had a response, as I utilize the free stuff here. The good news is, the posts are still available. If the links happen to be working, you can click on the archives and find them, rather than scrolling down.

In the meantime, I’m editing. Woo! With a little luck, I’ll have a snippet next weekend, and maybe other news as well.

Wish me luck, of the good kind.