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This year, to try something new, the Oklahoma Romance Writers Guild is hosting a VIRTUAL BOOK FAIR.
Multiple authors in multiple genres have their books available for purchase directly to you from the lovely convenience of your laptop/desktop/device.
Pretty cool, no?
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Love reading romance? You’ve come to the right place! Here you’ll find romance of all steam levels and genres. So take your time, have a little fun here on our event page, and please visit our official book fair page and enter to win a $25 Amazon Gift Card
She’s a wealthy socialite who survived an abusive marriage.
He’s a hardworking guy raising his son and caring for his widowed father.
They come from different worlds, but it’s said…opposites attract.
Can they find the balance between their two lifestyles to make their love work?
Or will their differences tear them apart?
Life and love are a balancing act.
BALANCE is also a 2022 Nominee in the InD’Tale Magazine RONE AWARDS. The award ceremony if set for Saturday, 10.9 at 8pm EST!
Some days I can’t manage to get dressed; others, I struggle to put words on the page.
Then there are days like yesterday when everything I’m doing or trying to do with my writing seems to make sense because SOMEONE likes what I’ve written
Yesterday, the monthly edition of InD’Tale Magazine arrived in my email box and inside of its pages was a review for THE HAUNTING OF WILTON JUNE.
And what a review!
4.5 stars to begin with and a CROWNED HEART to go along with it! The review is beautiful, but the CROWNED HEART is everything! It means, according to InD’Tale, the book has been marked “for excellence.”
Here’s a copy of the review.
I love when my friends come to visit – especially when they bring me new books!!! MJ Schiller has a new romance book out today and I’m tickled pink that she’s letting me tell you all about it. TEN MINUTES IN THE SIN BIN ( Devilish Desire, book 1) sounds so hot and steamy, I needed to powder up after reading some of the excepts she sent me!!! LOL. The one I chose to share is pretty tame- but filled with the emotion that runs through the book. Take a peek….
TEN MINUTES IN THE SIN BIN, DEVILISH DESIRES SERIES, Book One
Tagline ~ Scott McCord always got what he wanted. The trouble is, he doesn’t know what that is this time.
Scottie McCord is an NHL forward who doesn’t do a lot of looking back. But when Elise Scofield moves to the same West Coast city he plays for, he can’t help but reminisce.
I’m psyched Elise will be close by. She’s a lot of fun, and I need to get the 411 on her breakup with Hunter. I warned him when they first started dating that I would be none too happy with him if he hurt Elise. Not that I have a thing for her. Sure, that kiss when we were kids was the hottest moment of my life, but that’s just because it was a first. She’s like a sister to me now.
Elise Scofield is making a fresh start. A move to sunny California may be just what she needs, especially with Scott there.
Scottie and I have always been close, “two straws in a soda” is my mom’s weird way of putting it. We’ve gotten over that awkwardness of having kissed a long time ago, and fallen into an easy brother-and-sister-type of relationship. He’s the best. And who knows? He might even introduce me to an eligible hockey player or two.
But when Scott’s teammate says he’d like to spend TEN MINUTES IN THE SIN BIN with Elise, Scott becomes hot enough to melt the ice that he plays on. Then when Scott finds out his opposite winger is only trying to win a bet by bedding Elise, he wants to check his teammate into oblivion. But why are his feelings always so amped up around Elise?
One thing’s for certain; he’s determined to keep Sergei from hurting Elise. And when he’s determined, he gets what he wants.
The only problem is…this time around he’s not sure what it is he wants.
I put the puck on the ice between us and hoped to catch her gaze, but she was focused. Her lips were in motion; she was strategizing. I chortled. “You’re so cute when you think you have a chance of winning.”
“Shut up and play.”
I raised my brows. Ooh, touchy.
We tapped ice, then stick, ice, then stick, ice, then stick, and then with lightning speed she got the puck. In her excitement, though, she let the puck get away from her. Rookie mistake. She had to go deep into the corner to regain control, which gave me the opportunity to get in position in front of the net. Our eyes met. She knew it was over. If she took a shot, I wouldn’t let it go in, and I’d take it to the other end before she’d finished her follow-through. She skated warily to the blue line, giving herself time to think, then poured it on, weaving across the ice, going backhand to forehand and back, honed in on me, hoping I’d commit one way or another. I opened my legs to give her a glimpse of the five-hole and she bought it, taking her shot. I didn’t have goalie’s pillows to seal it off, but I still managed to block it. Elise lost an edge and went sliding into the boards with a loud thud. She moaned, lying face down on the ice.
“Elise!” Forgetting everything else I sprinted to her side. “Are you okay?”
“Oh.” She lifted her head, grimacing. “What happened?” she said shakily. She got on all fours.
I tried to assess the level of damage. “Where does it hurt?”
“Umm…” She lunged to her right, hooking the puck with the blade of her stick and swung it into the net. “Yes!”
It took me a second to realize I’d been had. “Wait. That didn’t count.”
“I didn’t hear any whistle, so the play was not dead. I won.” She rolled onto her butt and extended her arm for me to help her up.
I jerked her to her feet and again her closeness made my throat tighten. “I should have dumped you on your butt.”
She removed her bucket, shaking free all of that gorgeous hair and grinning at me. “Yes. You should have.” She tapped my lips with her finger. “But you didn’t.”
I really, really wanted to kiss her. Like, knock her onto the ice and rip off her pads. And rip off my pads. And touch her smooth skin. And feel her lips under mine. And—
“Are you coming?”
She had glided about halfway across the ice and had pivoted, looking at me with a little cocky lift of her chin. I let out a scream that was partially a deep-throated yowl, partially an unidentifiable shout and rushed her. She shrieked and jumped then tried to race away from me, but I caught her at the boards where she had been hindered by opening the gate, trapping her in my arms, my mouth at her ear.
“You, my dear, are a cheat.”
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A Little about MJ…
M.J. Schiller is a lunch lady/romance-romantic suspense writer. She enjoys writing novels whose characters include rock stars, desert princes, teachers, futuristic Knights, construction workers, cops, and a wide variety of others. In her mind everybody has a romance. She is the mother of a twenty-seven-year-old and three twenty-five-year-olds. That’s right, triplets! So having recently taught four children to drive, she likes to escape from life on occasion by pretending to be a rock star at karaoke. However…you won’t be seeing her name on any record labels soon.
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My book VINDICATION is spotlighted here today on NN LIGHT: VINDICATION
And you can check it out here on KINDLE VELLA VINDICATION.
Someone is murdering teenage girls in Washington, DC. The FBI’s special division, the SPCD – the Sexual Predators of Children – has been working the case for the past 6 months. When a Senator’s daughter goes missing, the team, led by Tucker Petrie, has to call on retired profiler – and his past partner – Kella O’Brian. Reluctantly, she rejoins the team and they search for a link to the girls who have been abducted, then killed.