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Sophia Kimble cover Protect HerMy Rosette (I.e- short story approx 8,000 words) to be released on 9-30-09 by The Wild Rose Press

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Protect Her by Sophia Kimble

Squeee! My paranormal romance, Protect Her, is now available on Amazon for $2.99

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Jump on over and read a portion, and if you like, buy it. 🙂

ProtectHer_850HIGHGolden Alexander is trapped in a nightmare.

Trying to flee her hallucination of a demon, she runs heart first into the brooding alpha male she’s been dreaming about for years, and then her nightmare really begins.

Kris Pietka is done with women…he’s broken. But when he meets Golden, an overwhelming need to protect her tests everything he thought he knew about himself, and the paranormal.

A bond forged centuries ago thrusts them together as they search for a way to break an ancient Druid curse prophesying their demise. Racing against the clock, they travel from Vermont, to the Carpathian Mountains in Poland, and the Scottish Highlands in search of answers and a way to break the curse

But something evil watches—it covets, and time is running out.

Will fate allow love to prevail against unbeatable odds, or will Golden wake to find it was all a delusion?

Protect Her is the first novel in The Druid’s Curse series.

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Golden Alexander is trapped in a nightmare.

Trying to fleeProtectHer_850HIGH her hallucination of a demon, she runs heart first into the brooding alpha male she’s been dreaming about for years, and then her nightmare really begins.

Kris Pietka is done with women…he’s broken. But when he meets Golden, an overwhelming need to protect her tests everything he thought he knew about himself, and the paranormal.

A bond forged centuries ago thrusts them together as they search for a way to break an ancient Druid curse prophesying their demise. Racing against the clock, they travel from Vermont, to the Carpathian Mountains in Poland, and the Scottish Highlands in search of answers and a way to break the curse

But something evil watches—it covets, and time is running out.

Will fate allow love to prevail against unbeatable odds, or will Golden wake to find it was all a delusion? 

Cursed be the Wicked finalCooper Shaw lives his life under a pen name and enjoys the anonymity it provides during his journeys across the globe as a seasoned writer for a travel magazine. When his job lands him in his hometown of Salem, Massachusetts to cover the famous Festival of the Dead, he soon realizes that he can’t stay invisible forever as he faces ghosts from a past he’s been trying to forget ever since he left.

 The city holds nothing but bad memories for Coop until he meets a quirky young woman with an old soul and curious insights by the name of Finnley Pierce. While she acts as his tour guide through a town he thought he knew, Finn helps him unearth the truth of his childhood and might even begin to open up his heart.

By unraveling the mystery of his father’s murder, Coop may finally accept who he is, where he came from, and perhaps even realize what he wants for his future.

 

perf5.000x8.000.inddFiercely independent and determined to be taken seriously in a man’s world, PI Rose Baxter will do whatever it takes to find the kids who are disappearing from the streets and bring them home safe, even teaming up with PI Marty Brown, a man hot enough to burn whatever part of her gets too close – her fingers, her sheets, her life, and her other nature’s whiskers.

But her other nature knows whiskers grow back and will accept nothing less than this man as her mate for life, a plan Marty’s all in on. Sparks fly when she refuses to be the little woman. Besides, those kids need her and their time’s running out. But, thrown together 24/7 can she fight it?

IThePromisedOneHighResn the wrong hands, the Turning Stone ring is a powerful weapon for evil. So, when homicide detective Alexi Jordan discovers her secret society mentor has been murdered and his magic ring stolen, she is forced to use her shape-shifting powers to catch the killer. By doing so, she risks the two most important things in her life—her badge and the man she loves.

 

Rhys Temple always knew his fiery cop partner and would-be-girlfriend, Alexi Jordan, had a few secrets. He considers that part of her charm. But when she changes into a man, he doesn’t find that as charming. He’ll keep her secret to keep her safe, but he’s not certain he can keep up a relationship—professional or personal.

Danny Shaw needs cash for the elaborate wedding his fiancée has planned, so he goes on a mugging spree. But when he kills a member of the secret society of Turning Stones, and steals a magic ring that gives him the power to shape shift, Shaw gets more than he bargained for.

 

Blood Brothers CoverWhen Delaney Ramsey is enlisted to help train two of the most powerful shape shifters the Turning Stone Society has seen in thousands of years, she suspects one of them is responsible for the disappearance of her daughter. To complicate matters, the man has a secret that could destroy them all. Bound by honor to protect the suspect, Delaney must prove his guilt without losing her life to his terrible powers or revealing to the police captain she’s falling for that she’s a shape shifter with more than one agenda.

The minute Captain Williams lays eyes on Delaney Ramsey, he knows she’s trouble. Uncooperative, secretive, and sexy, he can’t get her out of his mind. When he discovers she has a personal agenda for sifting through all the criminal records in his precinct, and secretly investigating his best detective, he can’t let her out of his sight. He must find out what she’s looking for before she does something illegal. If she steps over the line, he’s not certain he can look the other way for the sake of love.

UNKNOWN PROTECTOR_505x825Two things have helped Nicole cope since the murder of her husband a year ago. One is running her detective agency, and the other is her guardian angel, Mira.

When Mira is killed by a demon, Nicole accepts the help of a Ridge.He is a long haired, cigar smoking diamond in the rough with wings. Things go from bad to worse when a replacement guardian cannot be found.

She has to trust Ridge, which is tricky when she realizes there are no demons or angels, just parasitic aliens that humans have built the myths of these celestial beings around. Ridge isn’t an angel or a devil, but an alien half breed known as a Midworlder.

Nicole finds herself fighting off a Demonic Midworlder who wants to impregnate her so his alien boss can come to Earth. Plus she has an ex priest who wants to attach a demon to her so he can save his friend. She is tough, but has to admit she could do with some help from Ridge, who is as alluring as he is annoying. Amongst all the fighting they manage to fall in love, but nearly lose each other, and their unborn child. What they don’t know is that if they stay together things may change not only for them, but for the future of the world. New rules will have to be drawn up as aliens, humans and Midworlders learn to live with the situation.

This book is the first in a trilogy about other Midworlder couples.

Em Kaye is ‘At Your Service’

 

Welcome fellow Soul Mate Publishing author, Em Kaye… 

She’s here to tell us about her sexy new release, At Your Service, and a bit about herself.

 

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First a few questions…

Do you have a pet?

 

 photo catI have a cat named Fiona.

She looks like she has black fur but in the sunshine, it’s more like melted chocolate. She likes to drink dripping water. I’ve bought several drinking dishes before realizing that she doesn’t like the ones that have the water sliding down like a sluice and finally have one where the water bubbles up.

She also is addicted to ‘snackers’ (cat treats) and will sit and stare until she gets some.photo4

 

In my just contracted book, Dear Diary – Alexandria’s and Zack’s Story, I based the cat called Muggins on her (although he’s a male).

 Where does your novel take place? Why did you choose that location? Have you ever been there?

 The place, Belleville, is imaginary, so I’ve only been there in my mind. There is no specific place that I based the book on. When the heroine is in hero’s office (on the top floor of a building), his windows overlook the harbor.

What is your favorite childhood TV show and what do you remember fondly about it?

 

I’m not sure that there was just one show.

I liked westerns – Lone_ranger_silver_1965Roy Rogers, The Lone Ranger, etc. I used to climb a tree in our apple orchard and sit on a branch, pretending it was my horse. By the way, I loved horses so much that my school bus driver gave me a magazine featuring horses for sale. I teased until I talked my mother into getting me a subscription to it. I never did get a horse. I remember at a school-sponsored event, paying for a ride on a horse and so being scared. Guess that’s the last time I had dreams of being a cowgirl.

 What was one of your favorite songs/bands in high school?

 

As a teenager, I was head over heels in love with Paul Anka and loved his song Put Your Head On My Shoulder. I can remember thinking how romantic it was.

 What is your favorite decade and why?

I think the ‘60’s would have to be my favorite decade especially now looking back. There were so many changes taking place and it’s hard to describe to my kids and grandchildren how exciting and sad a time it was.640px-John_F._Kennedy,_White_House_color_photo_portrait

Our president, John F. Kennedy was assassinated in 1963.

It’s when hippies and Woodstock (’69) were the norm and I wore wooden clogs, had long hair, and a MIA bracelet for with a soldier’s name on it to bring attention to the Vietnam War. I was married by the mid-60’s, but my heart was still with those making big changes in the world.

 Do you believe in UFO’s?

 

Yes, of course!

How can we not think there might be other life, more advanced, that want to check us out? 800px-Devils_Tower_CROPI have always, since I was a little kid, watched movies (Close Encounters of the Third Kind is a favorite) and documentaries on the subject.500px-Hs-2009-18-a-full_jpg

 

Have I ever seen one?

 

No, but do I believe that they might be real? Oh, yeah.

 

 

Now…At Your Service, by Em Kaye!

 

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Sydney Stewart had turned doing favors for friends into a growing business. Putting a bad relationship behind her, she was determined to guard her heart the next time around.

Desmond Butler was everything Sydney would want—if she were looking for a man—except she wasn’t. Plus, he had this one flaw. Could she look past his habit of spanking her whenever he thought she was naughty?

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Chapter One

“This is the last straw!” Sydney Stewart muttered out loud. I’d asked politely, then nicely, and even one time more forcibly. The work crew wasn’t getting the message that they shouldn’t block my parking spot. A sleek, black SUV with darkened windows and a ‘Butler Industries’ sign on the side was parked just enough in front of the entrance to my space that I couldn’t get my car in.

There was no wiggle room to maneuver my vehicle into the slot. Mr. Ashton, from the accounting firm on the fifth floor, had parked his car with the wheels smack dab on the painted line separating our adjoining spots.

“Am I expecting too much?” I mumbled, continuing to present my case to no one in particular. Entering the construction site adjacent to my office building, I focused on searching for the idiot who had done this. Trying to dodge potholes, most containing water from the rain during the night, I grimaced when I stepped in one, my favorite shoe disappearing below the surface.

“Lady! You can’t go in there. It’s a hard hat area!” A guy hollered.

“Watch me,” I answered, never breaking my stride. Although in retrospect probably not loudly enough for him to hear.

Making my way up the metal steps to the door of the trailer posing as an office I flung it wide open, not even reacting to the loud sound it made hitting the trailer’s outer wall.

Seven pairs of eyes, belonging to men in work clothes and the required yellow hard hats, turned their attention from the blueprints scattered on the table in front of them to the irate woman standing in front of them – me. Stamping my wet foot hard, I began to question my judgment.

A man in a blue plaid shirt raised a quizzical brow. “Uh, ma’m?”

“Whose vehicle is that?” I pointed in what I hoped was the right direction.

After looking at each other for clarification, a guy in the back spoke up, “It’s the boss’s.”

“Where is he? I want to speak to him.” When no one made a move, I added, “Now!”

“He’s in his office, ma’am.”

“Where’s his office?” It was like playing a warped form of the game of Twenty Questions, but I planned on winning.

“The twentieth floor,” the man said, pointing back toward the direction of my office building.

“Perfect.” As I turned on my heel, a short guy with blond hair reached for his cell phone before I stormed back outside.

Yeah, you’d better tell him I’m coming.

So unlike me, I was surprised as I began to like this feeling of righteous anger.

Retracing my steps, I glanced at my car, now blocking half of Mr. Ashton’s car which made me mad all over again. My only thought was that this needed taking care of before he tried to leave. He always seemed like a nice man, smiling and nodding when I met him in the hall and I didn’t want to inconvenience him.

While taking the elevator up to the top floor, I called Maria, my receptionist/secretary/friend to let her know I was running late, but would be in shortly.

When the elevator doors opened, the smiling, perky receptionist seemed to be expecting me and directed me through a glass door. I entered the office of an administrative assistant who sat at a desk just to the left of a set of dark, forbidding double doors.

“Good morning, Miss . . .”

“Stewart, Sydney Stewart.”

“Yes, Ms. Stewart. Mr. Butler will see you now.” She got up from her chair and came around her desk. Looking back to make sure I was following, she knocked once sharply before opening one the double doors.

“Mr. Butler, Ms. Stewart is here.”

I continued farther inside, as she stepped back and closed the door behind me.

The room I found myself in was huge with a wall of windows overlooking the city of Loganville with an extensive view of the harbor. The light from outside made the room seem darker than it really was. I blinked several times trying to adjust my eyes to the contrast. A massive desk sat several feet in front of me. The top smooth and polished to a dull shine, and devoid of the usual stacks of papers one would normally find there. Hmm . . . wouldn’t even have to push the papers off to have passionate sex on top of it. I shook my head to dislodge the picture.

Rising from a large leather chair, a man came toward me with an outstretched hand. He was impressive, not so much in size, but in demeanor. The electricity in the air crackled with each step he took. A dark charcoal suit emphasized the whiteness of his shirt and gray and red striped tie which looked crisper and cleaner. His hair was shiny and black as coal, a lock escaping and hanging across his forehead. The ice blue of his eyes so penetrating it was like being X-rayed. I looked down to check if I still had clothes on.

 

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About My Life as a Writer

Romance Author Em Kaye

I was born in a small town at the base of the Adirondack Mountains. Some of my childhood vacations were spent with my parents in central Maine. My parents, as well as my sister, were readers and I got my love for books from them, liking the feeling of ‘getting lost’ in a book. I’ve always used essays and novels to express my feelings.

 

After I was married and had my children (3 girls), I went to community college where I took took creative writing classes and did several independent studies. I met my best friend, Ree, there. I won an award and had something published in the college magazine.  That was the first time I actually had something I’d written  published.

 

Thanks for sharing At Your Service, and all about you, Em Kaye. 

Willow’s Breathless Response

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What was one of your favorite songs?

Purple Rain by Prince.

And not the artist formally known as Prince, but the real McCoy from when he first started out. To this day, I still love that song. When he made it into a movie that was the only time I’d ever sat in the front row of a theater.

Yes, I’m from the eighties. Is that a problem?J

 

 Sigh!  I so loved Prince, had a huge poster on my wall, and had the album, Purple Rain and cassette tape! Yes, I said cassette tape, and no, my kids don’t know what that is. 

Do you believe in UFO’s?

 

Nope. Yep. Wait…what was the question? Oh, yes, UFO’s.  Unindentified Figments of an Overactive Imagination. Then that would make them UFofOI’s, wouldn’t it? And since I write paranormal to thwart the insanity scale, I guess that would make me a firm believer in using the imagination.

But all and out Martians coming to take over the world? No. I would suspect they’d burn up in the ozone layer. Besides, they have a really nice Land Rover to use. They’re not coming.

I do believe there is something out there. Who, what, I’m not sure, but there’s something. On the other hand, I’m one of ‘those people’ who still don’t believe anyone walked on the moon.

I say, If they did, do it again!  They left some trash up there, and it needs to be cleaned up. Clean up the Universe, not just the Earth. ♥  

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 This is a picture of one of the three UFO’s that me and my family saw last January. The first two came by, flying low, and went from the back of the house to the front and were gone by the time we ran after them. This one, came by itself, flew erratically toward the front of the house where it made a sharp right and disappeared.

I’ll leave you to decide what it was…

Do you have a pet?

 

Do I have a pet? Do I… HAVE A PET?

I have so dang many pets I need sticky notes on each of them to remember their names. No, really, a dairy farmer names EVERYTHING! Well, at least this one does. Every cow, every cat, every chicken, every duck…Come to think of it, the goldfish have names.

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Over the years I’ve raised all the animals God made for farms. Never thought I’d allow lizards into my home, but I have those too. DSCN7646

 

I’m sure God hadn’t figured lizards would co-habitat with cats, but they do.

And don’t even get me started on the live crickets those lizards have to eat. At least the cats have some fun when a few of those crickets get loose before their ultimate sacrifice. My house sounds like a summer camping trip all year long. Boys! Gotta love their exotic natures, and the critters they can talk their mother into.

After a few years of dealing with goats and sheep, and huge losses of flowers (right from their pots!), goats and I no longer see eye to eye. Sheep… good for clothing and the stew pot, that’s about it. Nasty? Yes.

Wildpark_Tambach But Zaboo, the four-horn Jacob ram just about broke my arm. He’d get this twinkle in his eye, back up a couple of feet, and WHAM!

I sold him.

Now it’s just milking cows, heifers and calves, dogs, cats, rabbits, chickens, ducks, lizards and fish. Oh wait! There’s a fifteen-year-old cockatiel, too. I better go check if he’s still there. The lizards might have got him.

 Oh my gosh, I’ve had all kinds of pets! When I was 18, I lived in Southern California and worked at a reptile wholesale distributor. I had Geckos, and a ten foot Burmese Python named Sid that ate live chickens! (My mother loved that)

Latest Release News    COMING SOON 2014  Breathless Response  (Bad Girl’s Redemption Series Book 1)

 

BREATHLESS RESPONSE (1) - Copy as 300 FBI Agent Jack Murray is going to take down Shelby McGuire by any means necessary. The woman is conning men out of hard-earned money for phony coins, and Jack hates con women—of any kind.

Shelby is also part of Jack’s past. He’d been her rock, her shoulder to cry on, and her lover while she was married to a man who beat her, and who Shelby murdered in cold blood.

Shelby is now out of prison on a technicality and Jack is dragging his heels with deciding  if he is going to take her down as the FBI wants him too, or fall hard for the woman yet again.

She’d been good for him, but burnt twice by the same con should be avoided like the plague. Shelby says she wants out, but can Jack believe her? Especially when she is so great at lying to men to get her way.

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jevennaJevenna lives in Wisconsin in the same small town she grew up in. She is happily married, nearing the quarter century mark, and has two wonderful sons. Most say they married their high school sweetheart. Jevenna married the cute guy she’d met in her kindergarten class when she was five years old, but didn’t date until they graduated. Quite romantic! She has spent the last twenty-five years as co-owner of the family dairy farm and writes in her spare time.

With a smile, this translates to wet springs, cold winters…so, pretty much all the time.

She is a PRO member of RWA and Green Bay chapter member of WisRWA, and writes contemporary, historical, suspense, and paranormal romances. When not writing—and not farming—she loves to kayak, and do just about anything outdoorsy. “Every life should have nine cats…and one incredibly great man!” A motto she lives by.

She would love to hear from you. You can visit her website http://jevennawillow.com for more to come.

 

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