Rising From the Ashes: A Charity Anthology for Australia
Love will always rise.
Rising From the Ashes is a Charity Anthology and a labor of love.
All proceeds will go directly to Australia’s State Emergency Relief Fund and WIRES, an Australian Wildlife Information, Rescue, and Education Service.
We’ve assembled a delectable collection of amazing romance and fantasy by New York Times, USA Today, and other bestselling authors. We hail from many countries, and we’ve joined together to help Australia recover from its devastating fires. Everything from stories to cover art to formatting has been donated.
This limited-edition omnibus includes fantasy and romances of all genres, with hot men and strong women. Every single book proves love and perseverance and grit really do conquer all.
Thanking you in advance for your kindness and generosity supporting Rising From the Ashes. You’ll find some new-to-you authors that will make your day.
Featuring books from:
Angie Fox, Ann Gimpel, Brandy Wilson, Candice Gilmer, Dawn Montgomery, J.K. Harper, Jessica Marting, Kate Richards, Lauren Dawes, Lisa B. Kamps, Liza Street, Marie Long, Melissa Snark, Michele Bardsley, Renee George, RJ Blain, Russell Nohelty, Skye MacKinnon, Tasha Black, Traci Hilton, Victoria Pinder
Cover art donated by Fiona Jayde Media
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I hope this post finds you happy and healthy and filled with good cheer. It's chilly, but sunshiny here--the type where you're happy to take the puppy out, but find yourself searching for a warm patch of sunlight and a tree to brace against to cut the cold. Things here are--well, not going especially well, but they're moving and in a positive direction which I'm appreciating. I have a friend in management and she's really generous about sharing any articles with me that she finds helpful, and I often find the subject matter transferrable to my own day-to-day, though sadly, I can't seem to put my ideas into practice. Bypassing a deadline, or any of life's multitude of little minutiae details can sometimes drive me batty and they just don't seem to understand that I'm in charge. I've had this conversation with the sink dishes. Occasionally, I even slap the crap out of them with a rag and a towel, and, when they're really asking for it, I rub some bleach powder into their little dishy eyes. And yet those dirty bastards keep reappearing. Really, you've got to admire their tenacity. I'm a little bit of the mindset of "if you can't beat 'em, join 'em," but I just don't fit in the sink. Alas, enough of my ramblings. I'm off to tackle the day! May your day be well! Love, Echo
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Hearts & Bite Marks: A Valentine's Anthology
Hearts & Bite Marks brings you Vivacious Vixens, Virile Alphas, Vivid Passion!
Soul Searing tales of Passion and Lust
written by New York Times, USA Today, and other bestselling authors.
THE AUTHORS AND STORIES
Title: Jax: A Not-Quite Puma Love Story by Julia Mills Tagline: Jax thought he had the Tiger by the tail, but it seems Pumas are a whole lot harder to catch. Mine Furever: A Macconwood Pack Tale #8 by C.D. Gorri Tagline: A Witch, a Wolf, and a little bit of magic walk into a bar... Bella's Valentine's Surprise: Secrets Book Five by T.M. Payne Tagline: Love is in the air and this lion wants to surprise his mate... Once Bitten by Amanda Kimberley Tagline: The heart of a man is through his bite. Fang Me Twice Shame on Me by P.Mattern, L. Gauthier Tagline: This Frequent Flyer with Fangs will take a bite of her Heart!
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I hope you're feeling fit and healthy and all is going well. We don't really have sunshine here as much as an overcast not-quite rain, so if you have our sunlight, I hope you're enjoying it! But our weather was dry enough to do some tinkering around in the yard earlier, which I enjoyed. Right now our house is filled with the smell of the hamburger I'm cooking and I'm salivating over the idea of Worcestershire sauce and mushrooms and hamburger, though not necessarily this hamburger. The ones I'm cooking now, are some of those preformed burgers with "extra value" on the package. I'm not too sure how much value I want with my burger. *Side note, they are decidedly not hamburgers. More like hamburger flavored meat. Not exactly what I was craving, but apparently I just need a Worcestershire/mushroom delivery system. Question: (not hamburger related) does anyone know of anything to help with nausea? My mom always has it and my friend has had a really bad case of it for the past few weeks. So far, promethazine, Zofran, Dramamine, and ginger aren't cutting it. Any other ideas? I figured you might know. I'd better get going. I've been pretty physically active today, but my job by it's nature demands that I stop flitting around and do some typing. On with the day! Stay well, dear Reader. I'm wishing you goodness! Love, Echo
Feb 11,2020
Familiar Blessings, and Magical Blessings (both by Candace Colt)
Christmas at Moon Mist Manor, Love Overrules the Lawyer (both by Kerry Evelyn)
Familiar Blessings (Cat's Paw Cove Book 7)
by Candace Colt
Tired of being hounded by the greedy dead, gifted medium Dr. Theodosia Blessing, the wonder-child of historians around the world, yearned for anonymity. After renouncing her magic, she reinvented herself as Theo, the potter. She returned to her hometown of Cat’s Paw Cove, Florida, where she lives with her familiar, a mind-reading tortoiseshell cat named Aloysius.
Former Army Ranger Ethan Cooper was content to live a reclusive life in his cabin in North Carolina. But as Christmas draws near, he agrees to repay a debt to an old man whose wise counsel brought him out of war’s dark shadow. Ethan accepts one last mission: to track down Theo.
Ethan appears unannounced on Theo’s doorstep with an envelope containing the old man’s letter. If what it says is true, the reluctant medium, skeptical Ranger, and wiseacre cat must travel back to 1720 to save a young boy from the gallows.
Magical Blessings: The Magic Potter Series (Cat's Paw Cove Book 8)
by Candace Colt
Can love overpower her lonely curse?
Abby Blessing is cursed. Every time she says the word “love”, there’s an unexpected power failure. She’s tried everything—hypnosis, Reiki, meditation, crystals, vitamins, a Keto diet. Nothing works. Back in Cat’s Paw Cove for a short visit, she’s resigned to live a secluded life.
Beau Grayson, the sexiest and best electrician in town, is a technical genius with a magical gift to talk to cats. But around beautiful women, he’s as tongue-tied as King George VI and has zero ability to manage his office. When an out-of-town chain threatens to force him out, Beau has to step up his game.
With her uncanny organizational skills, Abby agrees to help Beau. But her curse and his inability to solder three words together around her doom any chance for romance.
The only one who believes they are a perfect match is Scarlett, a tortoiseshell cat with a real “Tortitude”. Does she have enough kitty magic to bring these two humans together for the happy ever after they deserve?
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Christmas at Moon Mist Manor (Cat's Paw Cove)
by Kerry Evelyn
Can they right past mistakes to get their merry Christmas?
After spending months apart, Matt and Lanie Saunders are delighted to be together again for the holidays. While Matt aided disaster relief efforts across the country, Lanie's dreamed about that white Christmas she wanted for her Southern-born husband. This year, they’ll have it all—a Babymoon in Florida and then up to Maine with their families and friends. First stop: Moon Mist Manor in Cat’s Paw Cove where Matt spent many magical summers as a boy.
Lanie doesn’t quite grasp what makes the island so spellbinding for Matt. She knows she shouldn’t be upset when she has him, a baby on the way, new friends, and an enchanting kitten named Pippi to make her spirit bright. But try as she might, she can’t shake the resentment that’s been festering in her heart.
Just as Lanie makes an eye-opening discovery that puts everything into perspective, she's forced to retreat to the manor’s medical suite as a storm rolls through. Matt’s outside helping search for runaway Pippi, but he isn’t answering his phone. Will he make it back in time to receive the most wonderful Christmas gift of all?
Book 2 in the Moon Mist Manor Series
by Kerry Evelyn
Can he win his case for a second chance at love?
Once upon a time, Rachel Saunders told Javier Consuelos she was truly, madly, deeply in love with him. And he ran.
Fifteen years later, Javier still regrets breaking Rachel’s heart, but watching her succeed as a corporate attorney confirmed he did the right thing. A long way from his troubled childhood, he's cooking for celebrities and giving back to the community that believed in him.
But Rachel has had a tougher fifteen years than she's let on. When she's offered an opportunity to start over, she realizes her dream job will put her in constant contact with Javier. Distraught, Rachel flees to Moon Mist Manor on Guinevere Island to connect with her long-time feline adviser, Ameerah, who has always steered her in the right direction.
When Javier unexpectedly shows up to make amends this Valentine's Day weekend, and with no vacancies in town, the trio are stuck together. That is, until mischievous visitors threaten to overtake the island. Can Rachel and Javier overcome magical forces and their painful past to save the resort and get a second chance at love?
Welcome to Cat’s Paw Cove, Florida—an enchanting seaside town and favorite tourist destination. But there’s something unusual about the locals, both human and feline. The popular Shipwreck Museum might just take you back in time, and the historic Sherwood House holds secrets, old and new. Adopt a furever friend at the Cove Cat Café, treat yourself to a psychic reading at Eye of Newt metaphysical shop, pick up a special trinket from Black Cat Antiquities. And don’t be surprised if you find your heart in the magic of Cat’s Paw Cove. Facebook Page Website Newsletter Dear Reader,
I hope you're having a wonderful Saturday! I can't seem to find my get-up-and-go, myself. I've got work to be done, goodness to read, and yet, I'm just sitting here stewing. Help! Despite my lack of umph, I've got some books that I highly recommend: Rachel Caine's Bitter Falls and Faith Hunter's Shattered Bonds. Though, try to read the rest of the series first. Before you start them, consider yourself warned--these books are addictive as hell. Also, my friend is publishing her debut contemporary romance novel, so if you know someone who'd be willing to sign up for a Janet Walden-West blog tour, click here. Readers can check her out on Goodreads here. Ugh. I guess there's nothing left to do, but to actually do the things. *shudders* I don't wanna! And yet? On with the day! I hope it's a good one for you! Love, Echo Dear Reader,
How have you been since we last spoke? I hope all has been well. This isn’t the only correspondence I’ve been neglecting as of late, though a part of me wonders if I should ever take the other back up. That one was a bi-weekly/monthly email to a friend that I hold very dear. Two years ago, I wrote her as I’d been doing for years—and she reintroduced herself to me. She kindly explained her life and who she was, and asked if I was sure I didn’t have the wrong person. She was exactly the kind and eloquent woman she had always been and it was absolutely clear that she had no idea at all who I was. And I cried. And cried some more. Pulled myself together and reintroduced myself and how she knew me. And I attempted other letters, letters where I reintroduced myself at the beginning of each and then after getting no response, I found myself a little lost as to what to do next. She’d told me plenty of times that she was getting older and her head wasn’t what it used to be and I waved it away and told her she was just fine, and… Now what? Do I write her and remind her there’s a portion of her life that she doesn’t remember? Do the emails go through? Or am I just talking into the wind? I hold her so dearly in my heart. I always will. I guess that’s why, two years later, I find myself on pause as to whether or not to write her again. To possibly re-open an old wound or to find some warmth of the friendship we’ll always share, even if memory makes its edges murky. I wish I knew what was best. I’m afraid my absence from here has a different cause, though it’s rather foolish: I find myself pretty damned boring. That’s it. Nothing more, nothing less. So because of own insecurities and vanity, I decided no one would be interested in what I wrote, before anyone else could do it for me. A note? Don’t do that. It’s insulting yourself, under the guise of self-protection, and it’s not helpful in the least. Who knows how much time I wasted not engaging with some kindred spirit by hiding myself away. No more of that. J It’s good to see you again, dear reader. Write you again soon! Sincerely, Echo Shea There's a question I must ask.
How do you keep organized? I only ask this, because, I'm well, not. I could lie and shove a "but" in there, but at this point, who would believe me? To be honest, I'm not sure how I would take notes. Actually, I need to take notes on how to take and organize notes. I keep saying, start small, but did you know that small shit keeps coming? Take dishes, for instance. I wash them, I get it all clean and then I'm done and I need a glass of water or to fork a pickle--boom! A dish. Laundry? Wash it all night, and then I feel so good and spent, I take a shower and put on my nice clean clothes. I might be overthinking this, but damn, it's a never ending circle! So what do I do? Where do I turn? Which hand do I write it on? I don't know anymore. But I suppose I'm going to have to learn. *Hear my writerly screams* I'm serious. There's this big book of words called a dictionary. And it's way more useful than I knew it could be. Terms of address, places, foreign phrases, punctuation. Am I the only one who didn't know this book was so cool? The only thing I remember is asking my teacher how to spell something, and she would tell me to look it up, and I thought that was the dumbest idea in the world. How in the hell do I look it up if I don't know how to spell it?
To be honest, I'm not sure I'll ever get that logic. And I'm pretty sure my distrust of silent p's and k's have helped drive a wedge between me and this fabulous book, but now that I've found it, I will look it over lovingly before I decided to let it fade into the background again. Until then, I've got words to learn and forget! Guys, I've been killing my darlings. No, the puppy's fine, it's the words. Words like "just" and "as if" and all of the little filler words that help me paint a sentence to the screen and bloat my word count with their needlessness. Really, I'm not sure what I'm saying with "just" anymore. I give it no meaning to the sentence rather than as a filler onto the next word. I was having so much fun with this, I looked up two hours later and realized, yeah, I could use a break.
I turned on Columbo (yes, I'm addicted to METV) and now I'm thinking--how cool is this? There are things I thought I'd never do. Like get a pixy cut, and do the salsa with the two hundred mark on the scale. Or sitting here with Mr. Ed on TV listening to burbling noises that are either me or the puppy--that or these pillows have some explaining to do. And I'm enjoying myself. Enjoying sitting here, working on my website, a book in the works, books to read, a beautiful sky--you know, once it gets light. But it's such a nice time. I'm wishing you all a beautiful day! May the path take you where you need to be rather than where you thought you had to go. |
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