It’s Teasers Tuesday

Don’t you just love it when you get a tid­bit, you read faster, your heart races, and all of a sud­den .…… cliffhanger.

Every month I offer spots in my newsletter where we can get a snip­pet of a story that arouses the reader — hints at mystification — a quickening that stirs the blood.

September Teasers fea­ture  different authors in very different genres. Something for everyone.

My First Teaser 

“I need a husband, Jack, and you’re the man for the job.”

Jack Somerset smiled, held the hand of the sixty-seven-year-old woman who had become his substitute mother, and gently patted it. “You’re a bit old for me.”

“The husband’s not for me. I want him for Allison.”

Dropping Beverly’s hand as if she had announced she had leprosy, he said, “I’m not going to marry your daughter, Beverly.”

“Oh, heavens, no.” She laughed and gave him a motherly smile. “That’s not what I meant. I want you to help me find a husband for her. One just like you.” Pausing, she pinned him with a stare worthy of a safari hunter spotting his quarry.

“You two did have a serious relationship once. You know what she likes.”

Beverly Walters is dying, and before she goes she has one wish—to find a groom for her daughter. To get the deed done, Mama enlists the dating service of Jack Somerset, Allison’s former boyfriend.

The last thing corporate-climbing Allison wants is a husband. Furious with Mama’s meddling, and a bit more interested in Jack than she wants to admit, Allison agrees to the scheme as long as Mama promises to search for a cure for her terminal illness.

A cross-country trip from Nevada to Ohio ensues, with a string of disastrous dates along the way, as the trio hunts for treatment and A Groom For Mama.

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This book will be released TOMORROW!

Be sure and look for my review. A fun, emotional read.

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Catherine’s website: https://catherinecastle1.wordpress.com, Catherine’s blog: http://catherinecastle1.wordpress.com/blog/, Catherine’s Amazon author page: https://www.amazon.com/author/catherinecastle, Catherine’s Goodreads page: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7085414.Catherine_Castle, Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorCCastle    @AuthorCCastle, Facebook: https://facebook.com/catherinecastleauthor, Stitches Thru Time: http://stitchesthrutime.blogspot.com/, SMP authors blog site:   http://smpauthors.wordpress.com/

 

My Next Teaser

“Miss Darwin?” murmured a male voice.

Melinda muffled a shriek. “You frightened me! Who are you?”

“The coachman, Miss. Mr. Fellowes asked me to fetch you. The carriage is waiting at the end of the mews.” The coachman’s low, pleasant voice soothed her. Not that she needed soothing, because there was nothing to be afraid of.

“It’s most ungentlemanly of hin not to come himself,” she said irritably, clutching the flowing cape of her costume about her and accompanying the tall coachman down the dirty cobblestones of the mews. Her even slippers would likely be ruined.

“And so I told him, Miss,” the coachman said with a tiny chuckle. “He wouldn’t listen to a mere servant, though.”

Melinda peered into the coach. I was empty. “Where is Mr. Fellowes?”

Behind them a door opened spilling light into the mews.

“Damn,” the coachman muttered. “Sorry, Miss Darwin, but we’ve no more time to chat. He plucked Melinda off her feet.

What happened next? Who didn’t see that coming?

When a lady is abducted by Mistake . . .

Melinda Starling doesn’t let ladylike behavior get in the way of true love. She’s secretly assisting in an elopement…until she’s tossed into the waiting coach and driven away by a notorious rake.

Revenge Really doesn’t pay …

Miles Warren, Lord Garrison, coes from a family of libertines, an he’s the worst of them all or so society believes. When Miles helps a friend to run away with an heiress, it’s an entertaining way to revenge himnself on one of the gossips who slandered him.

Except that he drives off with the wrong woman… and as if that wasn’t scandalous enough, he can’t resist stealing a kiss.

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Website: http://www.BarbaraMonajem.com, Twitter: https://twitter.com/BarbaraMonajem, Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/barbara.monajem, https://www.pinterest.com/barbaramonajem/

 

My Next Teaser

She couldn’t move, could only stand there and suffer the exquisite heat of their bodies molded together.

He growled, and she closed her eyes, absorbing his scent. Unlike what she had just fought, he smelled like the earth scorched by sunlight. He was exciting, and images of a blazing hearth and tangled limbs came to mind. She wanted him and the realization was as surprising as it was embarrassing.

She tilted her face up and was immediately lost in the gold depths of his eyes, more human than beast. Different. Time and place disappeared into nothingness.

He reached for her finally and the movement snapped their connection.

“State your business,” she hissed. Her hands closed into fists.

He sniffed.

“Enough, dog.” She struck him, jolting him backward. He was quicker and bigger than the others but still no match for her. Or was he? She dismissed the errant thought. He was just an animal and she was a Princess of the Blood with the essence of an ancient master running through her.

Catching him by the mane, she flipped him forward. The huge blond and silver-haired thing landed hard in front of her, but immediately recovered, jumping up into an offensive position. He growled, but didn’t attack. He backed away as upright as a human, with hind claws that clanked on the gravel.

His neck stretched and the aura around him thickened and sizzled. After a couple of pops, he shifted from wolf mixture into full naked human.

She gaped.

I would too. If you like thrilling, heart grabbing reads, give this one a try.

Marie Josette d’Orgemont, cousin to Louis XVI, watched in horror, as a rogue creature took her husband’s life before turning on her. A powerful vampire swept in and spared her life, but she never suspected that surviving meant immortality or the price she’d have to pay to protect her surviving son.

Centuries later in Miami, with her family on the verge of extinction, Marie is preoccupied with the continuation of her human bloodline. When she meets sexy and persistent, Odin Ulfsson, his icy-blue gaze and burning touch are hard to resist.

Will a forbidden romance with the Nordic werewolf be the key to her happiness or will it set in motion a wrath that endangers not only her last human heir but her entire existence?

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Look for Jane Ederlyn here:

Website: www.janeederlyn.com, Twitter: Jane Ederlyn @ediojeda  https://twitter.com/ediojeda, Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/janeederlyn, GoodReads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/32610324-reborn, Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/janeederlyn/, Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/JaneEderlyn/, Night Owl Reviews: https://www.nightowlreviews.com/V5/Authors/Jane-Ederlyn

 

My Next Teaser

Never! She would never go back there again.

Her chin quivered and she swiped at the tears on her cheek. A twinge shot through the bottom of her foot from a large rock poking her well-worn shoe. Maybe she should not stomp so hard. Still, her legs stretched out their full length while covering up ground.

Damn hateful woman. Buzzard. She’d heard plenty of cuss words from her brothers and she repeated several in her mind. But nothing took away the sting. Nothing helped relieve her of her fury.

She’d had enough.

Enough of the crazy woman who infested bitterness in what was once their happy home. Enough of fighting and trying to keep her brothers and sister together. Even her brothers longed for the day they could get away from the farm. To be more precise, away from the evil woman who’d taken up residence there. Each one, like a horse chomping at his bit, eager to be rid of the nasty thing. The day of their freedom couldn’t come soon enough.

If only Dad had not brought the old bat to their house. So what if she could cook. She wouldn’t let the kids have her apple pies or her cherry tarts. The woman was crazed. And Bea refused to put up with her detestable actions any more.

A truck engine roared in the distance. She spotted the gate up ahead, barring the entrance to their lane from the highway. When the cattle truck came into view, a lump formed in her throat.

Her brothers.

 How could a mother distribute her children across the county and then just walk away?

That was the question burning in Bea’s mind. All she could do was watch as her mother shattered her family and then just left. Bea may have been the oldest, but at thirteen, she was still a child. And now it was up to her to take care of her five siblings.

Through struggle and sacrifice, Bea embraced her unchosen responsibility. When her father brought in a cruel, selfish woman who didn’t like children, Bea’s undertaking became one of survival.

Bea’s story begins in 1925, during a time when things were hushed, private, hidden. Heart-wrenching memories of the incidents that happened in her home, and how she and her siblings prevailed. An accounting of grief, sorrow, strength, endurance and love in an era when America was struggling.

 This is different from any book I’ve done . . . and I’m so proud of it !

 For an Excerpt – please go to http://samanthyawyatt.com/books/

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