An Interview with gossip columnist Mike Walker

I read that you were precocious and knew from a young age you wanted to be a journalist.  Do you consider writing for the Air Force newspaper, the Japanese newspapers or something else entirely to be your first big break?

I was precocious in the sense that I came from a family of readers and had a cousin who was an instructor in literature at Boston College, so I was actually reading things like Dante at age seven and eight. I also read two Boston newspapers, cover to cover, every day. By the time I was about ten, I knew that I wanted to be a journalist. One of my first big breaks was joining the Air Force and being plucked from a job I was never meant for – being a ground radio/radar repairman – and designated as the editor for a squadron newspaper. By this time I was in Japan, I was fluent in Japanese, and started writing for English-language editions of huge Japanese newspapers like Asahi Shimbun and the Yomuira. That led to my first really big break – I was sent to cover a storm in the city of Nagoya in central Japan from our Tokyo office and the story exploded when a huge tidal wave swept in over the city and left thousands dead and many thousands more homeless. My stories ran on page one for more than a week and, if they’d ever known how big the story was going to become, they never would have sent me. From there, I went on to work on wire services and newspapers in the Far East and Europe before joining The National Enquirer. By the way, when the Air Force tested me I made Category One, the highest grade, but when I asked if that meant I could get the job I had asked for – journalism – they told me the test showed clearly that I had no talent for writing, and that’s how I ended up in the electronics job I was totally unfit for. I can barely do long division. 

Do you get the chance to speak Japanese very often now?

Yes, practically every day. I am married to a Japanese woman – although I speak to her as little as possible. LOL!

Can you share a bit with us about interviewing Sean Connery?

Sean was no cardboard movie hero. He was a huge man, with great strength and did not suffer fools gladly. He picked up one journalist friend of mine bodily and nearly threw him across a room. But Sean and I connected because I was well-versed in martial arts, and after interviewing him in Tokyo on the set of “You Only Live Twice,” I was watching one of the martial arts scenes being filmed and made a couple of offhand suggestions. Sean immediately called over Cubby Broccoli, the legendary producer of the “Bond” films, and told him they should follow my advice. They not only did – they hired me to work on the movie as a press liaison with the Japanese government and the “shadow government” known as the Yakuza, the Japanese gangsters. Sean and I kept in touch a bit over the years in London and Hollywood. He is a great guy, but don’t piss him off.

I’d heard that about him…

What about the band Samurai you formed in London with your friend, the Japanese actor/singer?  What exactly did you do other than promote?

 My best friend in the world was the Japanese singer and movie star Mickey Curtis. Mickey was a mixed-blood Japanese/English guy who was Japan’s first-ever rock ‘n’ roll singer. The Japanese press initially referred to him as “the mad howling dog!” They’d never heard rock before and it shocked them. Mickey and I were the same age, we met one day, hit it off instantly and made a pact: He spoke really good English, and I spoke pretty good Japanese – but we taught each other hip slang in both languages. Even though I was a journalist, Mickey thought that I should be doing comedy – in Japanese. He correctly predicted that the shock of hearing Japanese issuing from my white face would crack up the natives, and he was dead right. Next thing you know, he’d hired me to work on one of his rock ‘n’ roll tours as emcee/comedian/singer. It was the most fun I’d had on two feet in my life. Incredibly, Mickey is still one of Japan’s best known stars and I’ve still got my National Enquirer byline.

Did you enjoy your radio show on KABC and working with Howard Stern?

I loved my radio show on KABC, I was thrilled to be a nationally syndicated talk show host with Westwood One on 140 stations and as host of the TV show I created “National Enquirer TV!” Working with a radio genius like Howard Stern was challenging and great fun. To this day, people hear my voice and say, “Oh my god, its Mike Walker! I’d recognize that voice anywhere. I loved playing your ‘Gossip Game’ every Friday on Stern.”

Which do you think is more difficult to write, fiction or non-fiction?

I‘ve never been asked that question before. After giving it some thought, I think they are both equally difficult. A writer, as you probably know, is someone who finds writing more difficult than the average person does. 

What are the less obvious differences and similarities about writing for the National Enquirer and writing a book?

The genesis for this book was a Hollywood personality saying to me, half-jokingly: “Oh, you gossip columnists – you are all vampires!” I suddenly had the thought of how valuable vampire skills would be for someone practicing my trade. Vampires, even when buried beneath the Earth, can hear the whispers of the living quite clearly. Wouldn’t it be great to listen in on whispered conversations from just 100 feet away in some Hollywood nightclub. And what fun it would be to leap off the balcony of my Los Angeles pad and fly through the night skies with brief stops to hover near the bedroom windows of, say, Scarlett Johannson. . . or Tom Cruise! The idea amused me. I sat down and started writing it – with no publisher in mind. I wrote this exactly the way I wanted to write it. It amused me, and it also gave me a chance to talk about how I do my job – using my fictional gossip columnist – Clark Kelly of the National Revealer. Clark had carved out a killer career as Hollywood’s most-feared gossip columnist while hiding his own dark secret . . . NEWS FLASH:

Dude’s a vampire!  

Why fantasy/paranormal?

Once you establish a main character who is a vampire, you are already half way down the road to fantasy/paranormal – which is actually how my job somehow feels. 

Do you currently have a WIP you can tell us about?

I do have a work in progress, but if I told you what it is, I’d have to kill you – vampire style.

Hmm, possible  follow up to OUT FOR BLOOD

Is there anything you haven’t done yet that you’d like to?

Yes, I’d like to write an epic poem. I’ve already started, in fact. It’s all about the pounding jungle telegraph of gossip – the transmission of naughty tales that travel all around the world and teach us about human nature and exactly how much aberrant behavior the tribe will condone before it condemns.

Do you have a favorite author or genre?

My favorite genre, as you might guess, is spy novels but there is nothing I won’t read. And I could never name a favorite author – there are so many, starting with Dante Alighieri, of course – but here’s a shout out to James Lee Burke’s “Tin Roof Blowdown.”

Describe your perfect day, please.

 The phone rings. An impeccable source is on the line, finally answering the question posed in the opening sentence of my book, “Out for Blood” – “Is Tom Cruise gay?”  (Not there’s anything wrong with that!)

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Dubbed “a one-man media conglomerate” by New Yorker magazine, Mike Walker became Tokyo’s youngest-ever foreign correspondent.

After launching his iconic gossip column, The National Enquirer’s #1 feature, and his show on CBS radio nationwide, Walker became weekly co-anchor on TV’s Geraldo and guested on such top shows like Nightline. After writing and hosting two successful MGM-TV specials, he created the daily series, National Enquirer TV!

Mike became the only reporter ever to write two bestsellers on one story when his books on the O.J. Simpson trial hit #1 and #5 on the New York Times Bestseller List.

Dubbed “The King of Gossip” by Publisher’s Weekly, he played his weekly “Gossip Game” on The Howard Stern Show for a record 16 years.

He’s lectured at distinguished journalism schools at Columbia University and UC Berkeley; and received a prestigious invitation to become a Fellow of Ireland’s legendary Trinity College, Dublin.

NIGHT OF THE HORSE and SWOOP ON LOVE with Elodie Parkes and giveaway

Thank you for inviting me to the blog to talk about my two new Evernight Publishing releases. They are both paranormal erotic romances. Night of the Horse was released on October 17 and Swoop on Love was released on October 31.

They are also shifter romances. I always write steamy stories with a twist in the tale.

Night of the Horse

A lonely young woman signs up for dance lessons. Two gorgeous guys find her as fascinating as she finds them. On the country road where she lives, she hears horses in the night, and opens her bedroom window to watch them gallop. They’re beautiful, a silver white horse and tall black horse…they turn to stare at her. Had they heard and understood when she sighed over them?

Meet Jude

He’s six feet tall, fit, and muscled.

His hair is shoulder length, dark and glossy.

His eyes are sapphire blue.

He’s traveled a lot in his life, sometimes to hide from scrutiny.

His favorite clothes are faded denims and black boots, except when he’s a dance partner in his best friend’s classes, when he wears a tux.

He doesn’t sleep much and so takes walks in the night.

He’s lonely and looking for love.

He’s an artist.

He’s passionate, enigmatic, and sexy.

He has his own business.

What’s so hot about Night of the Horse?

It could happen to you.

Two gorgeous guys and one girl. The steam rises from the love scenes.

Two men who are so different, one whose gentle, sensual lovemaking wraps you in a haze of lust. (Justin)The other whose hot, raw sexual need, wets you through and takes you on a wild ride to bliss. (Jude)

Who doesn’t dream of having both?

 

Read a snippet from Night of the Horse

 

“We’re starting classes this evening, Rosie, so please sign up.” Jude’s voice and stare was dreamy. Rosie felt so drawn to him, and yet when Justin handed her a small form and a pen, his fingers touched hers and a jolt ran up her arm into her heart. She looked into his chocolate brown eyes, and then at his enticing lips, wanting to kiss him.

“Is it okay to come alone? Will there be other people there to partner with?” Rosie felt foolish and needy as she asked this. She scribbled her name, address, and cell phone number onto the form, and ticked the box to pay by credit card.

Jude leaned onto the counter top and turned the form around to read it. He looked across into Rosie’s eyes, his sapphire-blue gaze broadcasting sexual heat.

“I’ll partner you. I do that. Justin teaches, but he partners too if necessary. We have lots of people coming, almost twenty. You can start this evening, can’t you, Rosie?”

Copyright Elodie Parkes

One day as I was traveling across country in my day job, I came across a sign pointing to an interestingly named place. Unable to help myself I took the turning and found a small village. There was a large open space in front of what appeared to be an old Inn. It was deserted and in bad shape. On the grassy space was the post where the sign for the Inn must have hung in better days. I photographed it because I suddenly had the idea for the story ‘Swoop on Love’ drop into my mind.

By the time I had crossed the next county to get the highway east home, I had the plot and characters firmly fixed in my mind.

 

Swoop on Love

Lured to the place by its intriguing name, Jeanie was to find no owls lived there, but someone or thing does…will she realize before it’s too late?

Suspense…shifters…sex…and love

Jeanie explores her new neighborhood and finds a strange little road leading to a place with an intriguing name. Owlswick. It’s Saturday and she has no plans, as usual, why not drive down this road? What she finds there is even more fascinating than the place name, and to her delight, a very attractive man lives there. Too bad he’s furious with her for taking a photograph. Why is that? What will Jeanie find when she checks the picture out at home later?

A love story.

The countryside glistened in the sun, making the drive enjoyable. When Jeanie reached the signpost for Owlswick, she turned onto a pretty, single-track road bordered on either side by flowering trees. The road wound around, becoming narrower as the hedgerows grew wider with bright green leaves, and white trumpet flowered vines. Quite suddenly, the road widened and split into two. The section to the left led to a row of large houses and a big, low roofed workshop at one end. In front of the buildings a square of grass rippled in the breeze, and in the middle of that, an old sign swung on a long timber pole. Jeanie turned into the road when she spotted a big colorful display of a barn owl painted on the sign.

She slowed right down as she drove past the row of buildings. When she reached the end where the low-roofed building was, she saw a gnarled street sign attached to the wooden fence out the front. It read Owlswick. Disappointment pricked her. Is this all there is? Jeanie hadn’t expected to see owls, but she hoped the place offered somewhere to stop, have coffee, and maybe take a photograph or two.

She glanced back at the building behind the wooden fence. Shallow windows peeped from under the roof at the top of the walls. They were dark. From an accumulation of grime, or purposely tinted black? She couldn’t decide. Some kind of signage clung to the wall at the corner of the building, but it was impossible to read. The paint peeled off it, and a few of the curling vine plants she’d seen growing in the hedgerows sprang up from the dirt driveway and wound around the sign. They obliterated any lettering.

Jeanie shifted gear, intent on turning her car and going back home, when a huge bird flew rapidly from somewhere near the building and over her car. It winged barely an inch from the windshield, its sharp talons extended. The bird glanced at her then disappeared. She didn’t know exactly what kind of bird, but it must be a bird of prey with such a fierce looking beak and talons. She trembled with shock as she peered up into the sky.

Copyright Elodie Parkes 2013

 

About Elodie

Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal or suspense. Her books are always steamy, cool stories and hot love scenes.

Elodie lives inCanterburywith her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent, darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.

Elodie writes for, Hot Ink Press, Moon Rose Publishing, Eternal Press, and Evernight

She has also released titles as an individual indie author.

Find Elodie online: Blog  Tumblr  Facebook  Twitter  Google +  Pinterest  YouTube..Amazon USA..Amazon UK  Smashwords  Barnes and Noble  ARe  Manic Readers

Elodie is offering a copy of Swoop on Love or a copy of Night of the Horse to two readers who comment on the blog.

The books will be gifted through Amazon for kindle.   The prize winners will be randomly drawn by Manic readers November 15.

THE SECRET LIFE OF MISS ANNA MARSH with Ella Quinn

Thank you so much for inviting me back.

In the second book of The Marriage Game, The Secret Life of Miss Anna Marsh, my heroine had been waiting for years for Lord Rutherford to ask him to marry her. Life is just not turning out the way she thought it would. I’ve asked her to join me today to talk about how it should have gone.

EQ: Anna, thank you for being here.

AM: You’re welcome. I must say, during this whole having my story told. I think this part of the story was given rather short shrift. I truly never expected the path to happiness to be so fraught with difficulties.

EQ: You’ve been in love with Lord Rutherford since you were a child. How did that come about?

AM smiles: Sebastian was my brother, Harry’s closest friend, you know, and always around. Also he was so handsome, and kind to me. How could I not fall in love with him.

EQ: You’ve said you expected him to propose when you came out.

AM: Indeed I did. After all, he was helping my brother keep other suitors away, therefore I was convinced he had a reason other than being Harry’s friend. Finally I had a talk with Harry, and he stopped being so unreasonable, yet Sebastian still danced with me, and was generally attentive. <she sighs> Still nothing happened.

EQ: What did you do?

AM: What any self-respecting lady does, I accepted offers to ride, and dance with other men. I also let him know about all the posies and verses being written to me.

EQ: Did it help?

AM frowns: Not at all. Then Harry died, and, although Sebastian helped me through the worst part, we seemed to drift apart. For a while I was at loose ends, not knowing what my life would bring, and my parents were having problems. FortunatelyI’d become good friends with Phoebe, Lady Evesham, and became involved in politics and charities, and stopped paying attention to Sebastian. I still wanted to marry him, but I’d come to believe he needed to love me as much as I loved him.

EQ: You do have a happy ending, so something much have changed.

AM: Yes, though we had many differences to work out. It wasn’t until I almost left him for good that he finally came to understand the real me. I used to regret not marrying him when I was young. It might have been the easier path, but I don’t think we would be as happy as we are now.

EQ: Shall we say that all is well that ends well?

AM: I think we may say exactly that.

A few minutes later, she knocked briefly on the door to the morning room in the back of the house, and tripped in only to stop. The gentleman sitting on a chair next to her mother’s chaise rose. Anna curtseyed.

Sebastian, Baron Rutherford, rose and bowed. Anna fought the urge to smile. He was tall and rangy. The cut of his coat molded to his broad shoulders, and his pantaloons clung to his muscular legs. He had hair the color of a hazelnut and impossibly gray eyes. When he was angry, they shone like molten silver. Anna frequently made him angry.

She’d loved him since she was a child. If he’d asked for her hand when she’d first come out, she would have accepted him. Now, at one and twenty, she was wiser.

Sebastian— he hated his given name—had spent the last few years dangling after Anna’s best friend, Phoebe, who was now marrying Lord Marcus Finley. With no more cover and his mother nagging at him to wed, he’d turned to Anna. Yet, the past two years had made it impossible for her to marry him unless he truly loved her and all she was. She wasn’t sure they even knew each other anymore.

Ella Quinn lived all over the United States, the Pacific, Canada, England and Europe before finally discovering the Caribbean. She lives in St. Thomas, Virgin Islands with her wonderful husband, three bossy cats and a loveable great dane. Ella loves when friends connect with her.

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OUT FOR BLOOD Campy fun and giveaway with Mike Walker

National Revealer’s Clark Kelly carved out a killer career as Hollywood’s most-feared gossip columnist following one golden rule:“Everyone’s got a secret…and someone’s dying to tell it!”

Clark never reveals his to-die-for secret!

NEWS FLASH:

Dude’s a vampire!

Studly, witty—and scary—Clark flies the night skies to spy on Hollywood’s behind-closed-doors kinky-jinks!

BEWARE, ladies! Our beyond-the-grave badboy’s BITE will make your blood boil! Just ask smokin’ hot starlet TayLo Logan!

DANGER!! Can Clark stop a stalker out to drain TayLo dry? Or wreak revenge on a killer cabal feeding stars’ pets to coyotes?

Finally…triggered by avenging fury, Clark goes “rogue vampire!”

Hold the front page! He’s…

Out For Blood!

My take on OUT FOR BLOOD ~ 4 Stars ~ Campy fun

Meet Clark Kelly, The Revealer’s feared gossip columnist who also happens to be a vampire.  Any true student of history knows that gossip is news and gossip becomes history.  Gossip leads Clark to murder, plots against Hollywood’s brightest young starlet, animal cruelty, and a killer new drug from South America.  Can Clark save those who need it and ensure justice for all?   

Are you a fanof Fright Night (first one only), Love at First Bite and Once Bitten?  If so, have I got a treat for you. 

A little campy, a little snarky, with a sharply humorous slightly b*&%hy edge, OUT FOR BLOOD isn’t your typical run of the mill vampire tale.   

Gossip columnists, in one form or another, have been around forever, Procopius’ Secret History anyone?  Even people who claim to have nothing to do with gossip occasionally dip their toe in while there are others who take malicious delight in it.  As a vampiric profession it ranks right up there with rock star. 

Even gossip columnists have principles. Well, the good ones, anyway, who are artfully filthy and funny, but always fair—cutting, but never cruel. That’s why all but a handful crash and burn.

From old Hollywood glamour to new Hollywood reality trash,Clark’s been there for it all. Prepare yourselves for a rollicking romp delivered in a chatty style.  

Dragomir Craiovescu aka Clark Kelly was re-born three hundred years ago in easternRomania.  Dragomir’s mother invited her friend, Countess Drina Pavlenko, to visit and seduce her son.  Oh the good ol’ days…Dear mom was unaware that her BFF was also a vampire who later turned Dragomir.  After the death of his best friend James Dean Dragomir went to ground and resurfaced about seven years ago as Clark Kelly.  

Wally ~Clark’s very own Renfield, kinda sorta.. Wally is Clark’s faithful right hand so to speak.  He also figured out on his lonesome what Clark is.     

Elspeth, Clark’s Girl Friday at The Revealer’s office. Elspeth ensures that everything that’s supposed to happen does. She knows all, with the exception of Clark’s secret, and keeps his ‘lil corner of the work world running smoothly. 

Vanillo Pezzullo is Clark’s “club girl” but she longs to be a member of Clark’s gossip inner circle.  

Taylor Logan aka TayLo ~ Tinsel Town’s hottest new young starlet and a hot hot mess. Taylor has an advantage though, she can actually act and is truly a nice person so what’s driving that self destructive streak?  

Damon Strutt ~ latest studly British import plays the vampire Kragen on TV’s hit Bold Blood Series.  Damon and Clark have bonded over their mutual love of motorcycles, speed, and TayLo.  

Roma Kane ~ Mega rich heiress who’s famous for being rich, partying, and hanging with celebrities.  Roma’s not a nice person and isn’t anyone’s friend when it all comes down.  

Scummy Bear, a friend of Roma’s who does her dirty work.  His moniker is apropos, Scummy is a nasty piece of work.   

When snippets of gossip begin to coalesce into a very real threat toward TayLo, Clark finds himself in the unenviable position of having several mysteries, all linked by a common thread, to solve if he wants to keep Taylor on this side of the ground. 

Clark’s most deeply held wish has finally been granted. For the first time in his life he’s deeply, irrevocably in lurve.  This rarefied state with its attendant sentimentality and romanticism only slightly blunts our intrepid gossip columnist (whod’ve thunk it?) hero’s edge. This is, after all, uncharted territory forClark and the object of his affections is smart as a whip and highly unpredictable.

Don’t let the hint of romance deter you though.  OUT FOR BLOOD has too much action, double dealing, murder,Hollywood agents, and overall nastiness to be eclipsed by such a tender emotion.  Heads up, there is some gore smattered throughout but only one aspect of it bothered me. Guess we can all be fairly bloodthirsty given the right circumstances huh?

I had a ball with Clark et al.  The whole ride on this gossip train from hell was hilarious, thrilling, and educational (oddly enough), with just the right dash of sappy.  My only hiccup came at the end.  With all the scenarios I’d envisioned the actual ending was in no shape, form or fashion remotely close to any of them.  Honestly, I’m still not sure how I feel about it.  Maybe I’m not LaLa Land or calculating enough (Thank God for small favors) to have considered and or appreciate it immediately.  I can say that if Clark and crew, with a few less members hopefully, make a return engagement I’m there.  

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Dubbed “a one-man media conglomerate” by New Yorker magazine, Mike Walker became Tokyo’s youngest-ever foreign correspondent.

After launching his iconic gossip column, The National Enquirer’s #1 feature, and his show on CBS radio nationwide, Walker became weekly co-anchor on TV’s Geraldo and guested on such top shows like Nightline. After writing and hosting two successful MGM-TV specials, he created the daily series, National Enquirer TV!

Mike became the only reporter ever to write two bestsellers on one story when his books on the O.J. Simpson trial hit #1 and #5 on the New York Times Bestseller List.

Dubbed “The King of Gossip” by Publisher’s Weekly, he played his weekly “Gossip Game” on The Howard Stern Show for a record 16 years.

He’s lectured at distinguished journalism schools at Columbia University and UC Berkeley; and received a prestigious invitation to become a Fellow of Ireland’s legendary Trinity College, Dublin.

He Was Here a Minute Ago and giveaway with Eileen Dreyer

I saw a question on Facebook from Vicky Dreiling the other day that got me to thinking. She wanted to know if her friends liked pets/ animals in romance stories. Well, it got me to thinking about my own preferences, both as an author and as a reader.

The short answer is yes. I love animals in romance novels. Well, I love animals everywhere. As far back as I can remember, there have been animals in our house, from cats to dogs to fish to guinea pigs to hamsters. My daughter even had a lizard for a while. Quite an experience, when you tiptoe into your little girl’s room, just to hear the soothing sound of her breathing…and instead hear the desperate scrabbling of crickets trying to escape the paper bag she’s holding them in until feeding time. Ew.

But the point is, I can’t imagine my life without animals. I prefer characters who interact with animals, as you can see them at their most basic with an animal. After all, you can tell a lot about a character by how he or she treats helpless beings. Especially beings who usually(not always) only want to love you. Some of my very favorite characters had great relationships with animals. Barbara Metzger always includes animals of every stripe and breed, who play important parts in her books.  The heroine in Laura Kinsale’s Midsummer Moon had a hedgehog I was particularly fond of. My all time favorite historical romantic adventure(and by far the most delicious villain-turned-hero), Rolly in Patricia Veryan’s A Dedicated Villain, had one of the greatest relationships ever. His only friend in the world was his horse, Rumplestiltskin (in fact, in an homage to Rolly, my hero Diccan Hilliard had a similarly wonderful horse named Gadzooks in NEVER A GENTLEMAN).

And me? Well, I try. I love characters to have animals. I’ve had them in many of my books, whether romance or suspense. But here’s my problem. I have ADD. I have trouble enough keeping track of the humans in my book. And they talk. I have a very bad habit of introducing animals, giving them a great role, and then forgetting where they are until the house burns down. Literally.

Thank heavens for my critique partner, Karen Witmer. She has saved more than one innocent life, by calling me as she’s reading my manuscript. In one of my suspenses, BRAIN DEAD, my heroine has a daughter, and her daughter has a pet Jackson’s Chameleon named Renfield (because he eats flies. Get it?) And Renfield makes his appearance several times, and I loved writing him. And then I got a call from Karen.

“Eileen. You just burned the house down. Where’s Renfield?”
“Renfield?” I gulped, scrabbling myself to remember where I’d last left the chameleon. I’d gotten the humans out. I knew that. But poor Renfield? “Oh, he’s a smart chameleon. I bet he hopped out the window.”

He was smart enough to wait for me to rewrite him being carried out the day before.

I am proud to say that my animals fare much better in my new books ONCE A RAKE. My heroine, Sarah, has a small estate with animals: Harvey the horse, Mary and Martha the laying hens, Heloise and Abelard the goats, and Willoughby and Elinore, the pigs. Particularly Willoughby, a 600 pound Large Black boar who tends to receive all of Sarah’s confidences and causes most of her problems by always wandering far afield looking for love(just like the other unfaithful pig she named him after). At least until she discovers Ian Ferguson wounded and feverish in her barn.

I am quite proud to say that I didn’t misplace one animal in the book. I knew where each one was from beginning to end(and without the intervention of my critique partner). I really hope  you enjoy them even half as much as I did writing them.

What about you? Do you like animals in books? And if so, what do you think it adds?  Eileen is giving away a signed print to one (1) lucky commenter who answers her question.  Giveaway ends @12 am est 11-8-13 with the winner announced shortly thereafter.  Good Luck!

All he wants is her help . . .
Colonel Ian Ferguson may be a rake, but he’s no traitor. Accused of trying to kill the Duke of Wellington, the disgraced Scotsman is now a fugitive-from the law, the army, and the cunning assassin who hunts him. Wounded and miles from his allies, Ian finds himself at the mercy of an impoverished country wife. The spirited woman is achingly beautiful . . . and hiding some dangerous secrets of her own.

All she needs is his heart . . . 
She was a child nobody wanted. Now for Lady Sarah Clarke, holding on to her vanished husband’s crumbling estate is her final chance to earn respectability. She knows that hiding the devastatingly handsome Ferguson will jeopardize her home. Common sense demands that she turn him in. But a single, delirious kiss shatters her resolve . . . and awakens a passion that neither of them can escape.

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