Book Launch follow up

Whew! What a month! The Angels were scurrying around putting things together for a book signing on St. Patrick's Day featuring our A St. Patrick's Day Tale. What a great success! Our featured character, Dorinda Daggett, arrived with her son and his wife. They purchased quite a few copies to distribute to their extended family.

Just a note to those unfamiliar with the featured character--Amber Angel has close ties to the Humane Society in our area. Every year they have an auction to raise money for the critters. The last two years the Angels have auctioned a character in our anthology. The winner appears in each story. Last year's winner was Dorinda and she appears in each of the stories in A St. Patrick's Day Tale. It's sort of our version of "Where's Waldo?".

A couple other events were happening simultaneously which added to the folks viewing our books. Sales were through the roof! We were more successful in two hours than we had been when we spent an entire day in Portland. A good time was had by all.

The stories in the anthology range from historic to present day and will enchant all who journey down the path with us. Gotta fly. I have tales to tell.

Keep the rain out of your face.

Sable Angel

Excerpt: A St. Patrick's Day Tale

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Excerpt: St. Batsy and the Time Machine

Adrenaline surged through Horace. As carefully as possible, he lifted Dorinda and carried her into the time machine. Laying her on a pad next to Batzy, Horace locked the door panel and started the sequence for the reactor. "Clement, can you give us a boost to get us out of here?"

"Thank the heavens!" Maddie appeared on the monitor beside Horace's cousin.

Clement's fingers flew over the computer keyboard. "What took you so long to make repairs?"

"I'll tell you when we get back." Thuds and pounding rattled the time machine. "And hurry--it seems I have offended the natives."

Horace welcomed the whoosh of the reactor opening a black hole and the spin of the time machine as it hit the edge of the time warp. On the external monitor, Horace saw the surprised faces of several of the local townspeople, including Aidan O'Brien, who had issued a marriage proposal to Dorinda. Had he also had a hand in injuring her in elfenchaun form?

Rare anger flared in Horace's belly as he turned to his unexpected passenger. She seemed as small as the little girl next door who loved Batzy so much. Why would anyone hurt such a delicate creature?

The calendar pages turned rapidly on the computer monitor as the time machine raced forward. In only a few seconds, they passed 1900 then the year 2000--the turn of two centuries Dorinda had seemed so fascinated by.

Was he wrong to bring her with him? Perhaps. But Horace couldn't have left her broken body on the forest floor. His Maddie would know what to do.

Excerpt: A St. Patrick's Day Tale

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Excerpt: Meadows of Gold

Skye sat at the head of the table; Aethel faced her from the opposite end. The last two weeks in the valley folk lives had taken a decided turn for the worse. Reports were trickling in from survivors of raids on outlying communities. Forest gnome clans, wood nymph clans and even the laconic leprechauns were taking up arms. The survivors straggled in to the meadow and collapsed in the homes of cousins.

After Skye's third cousin, a forest gnome, had stumbled to her cottage with news of total annihilation of two communities by night elves in forest green leathers, she called this emergency meet.

Tension filled the room and weapons rattled in nervous apprehension.

Skye stood. "Thank you all for taking the time from the protection of your homes to be here. I know most of you are not in the mood to talk peace but how about we talk cooperation?"

Protests passed among the seated participants and glares were directed Aethel's direction.

Skye called for silence. "We, too, have heard the stories from survivors, my own cousin, Etain from the forest clan, watched the invaders tear down her village and burn the trees. She heard them laugh about leveling the northern clan's homes. Had she not been hunting mushrooms, she would have perished."

The company of magical creatures rose from their chairs and moved Aethel's direction.

"Stop!" Skye held her blade with both hands in front of her, chair on the ground where she'd jumped up. "The next soul who moves will be cut in two."

Excerpt: A St. Patrick's Day Tale

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Excerpt: Star Crossed

"Holy smoke, do you think things have gotten a little out of hand?" Moya asked. "Duels, what kind of curse did Conn put on Florence to make him challenge Patrick?" Moya's wings fluttered frantically, wisps of gold grew surrounding her in a golden haze. Everything had been going smoothly, her plans for the couple materializing beautifully. He'd almost kissed Casey, would have if not for his brother interfering. A duel, oh my, what to do? They had to put a stop to this stupidity.

"I think it was the other way around. Florence uttered an ultimatum and Patrick challenged him." Oran was the voice of calm; at least it seemed that was what he tried to be. "It is a mess, that is for sure. A very messy mess indeed."

"He had to be willing. Did anyone force the bumbling fool, Florence, to agree to the duel? This isn't going to turn out well no matter who wins." Oran flew beside Moya who rushed to the park, following behind and in front of the humans.

"We can put suggestions in their heads, but I'm afraid the damage has already been done. What to do? What to do?" She felt moisture well up in her eyes. She didn't want to cry. Crying would make her soggy and she didn't like soggy.

"Don't worry, Moya," Oran said, "Somehow we'll make this all turn out the way it is supposed. You've got to be up for a little challenge now and then."

"We've already been tested, more than I want to be. I didn't expect Conn to be as persistent as he's been. He doesn't even like Florence. So why is he pursuing this?" Moya fluttered beside Casey, watching her and wishing Casey could see her. Casey didn't believe in anything but if she'd become a believer, they could see each other.

"Of course he doesn't like his charge. He's never liked the family. Don't you think that's why he cursed him in the first place? They aren't very nice." Oran seemed resigned to the situation at hand and searched for a solution. He was the antithesis of Moya and very, very good for her ego and her emotions. He kept her in check, kept her from flying off into a ditsy dizzy when things didn't go the way she wanted.

"He didn't have to involve us in his disappointment. He could simply look for a new family. Instead, I think he takes pleasure in the horrible mischief he inspires," Moya pointed out to Oran who she knew already understood what Conn was about.

"You have to put a stop to him, Oran," Moya said, her eyes simmering and her wings flashing golden sparks.

"How am I supposed to do that?" Oran asked exasperated with the situation as well as Moya's insistence he could fix the problem.

"Cast a spell. Put a curse on Florence."

Excerpt: A St. Patrick's Day Tale

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Excerpt from St. Batzy and the Time Machine

Horace Ainsworth patted the side of the giant red fire hydrant towering two stories above him then addressed the terrier mix dog staring at him curiously. "It's finished. Now don't you dig in my Maddie's roses any more or potty on the pansies."

Batzy stared at Horace's retreating back for a moment before he hiked his leg on the nearest flowering plant.

Then he turned his attention to the odd-looking structure the Big Human had erected. Not like any fire hydrant he'd ever sniffed. A canine would have to be the size of King Kong to give this thing a proper marking.

Though it did smell like the water that sprayed out of the hose when the human across the street yelled at him. Batzy grinned and lifted his leg, imagining he was returning the spray of the yelling human.

As he circled this mysterious structure, the smell of fresh paint and overturned earth drifted into his nostrils. It was bigger than the merry-go-round at the park where his human, Chloe, sometimes took him.

Wonder what's inside?

Batzy scratched at the side of the structure then trotted another few steps and scratched again. About halfway around he found an opening. Not tall enough for the Big Human, but just about perfect for his little girl, Chloe. Batzy darted inside and lifted his face to sample the aromas.

No scents of danger but much to explore. Like this box of dirt. Odd. Big humans usually didn't appreciate the joys of digging. Hadn't he just been told not to dig in the rose bushes? A sniff and a poke with his paw uncovered a bone. Fresh out of the package. Batzy looked around. What game was the Big Human playing?

"Batzy!" his little girl was calling him.

Batzy stepped out of the digging pit. Hmm. I smell peanut butter.

He put a front paw on a cabinet for balance and nosed a button. A bone-shaped treat fell into a bowl below. Also fresh out of a package. The Big Human was definitely up to something. Batzy gobbled it down quickly before looking around again.

Excerpt: St. Patrick's Day Tale

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Excerpt from Meadows of Gold

A gentle breeze sighed, undulating the meadow grass lazily and whispering past the forlorn figure slumped on the tree trunk, hands clasped tightly in his lap. Thomas, a forest leprechaun, released a long melancholy breath between his cracked, dry lips. A single plump tear meandered down his stubbled cheek.

The sun sent bright shafts of light through the pine boughs and around the wooden pedestal upon which the morose figure resided. Ignoring the dancing beams, the leprechaun pulled a shuddered breath into his lungs and stared at a spot in front of the stump where a crumpled daisy chain necklace lay withering in the warmth of the afternoon. Another plump tear snaked down his unshaven face.

In the distance, a lone figure scuffed up the lane, which crossed in front of the tree stump. Thomas paid no heed to the approaching form, pulling a thin silver flask from inside his rumpled vest. He blindly opened the lid, placed the opened top to his lips and pulled a deep draught from the container. Refitting the cap to the top, he slipped the silver spirit holder back into his vest. His next shuddered breath was interrupted with a hiccup.

The figure on the road drew closer. Thomas raised his head and squinted his eyes. Was she coming back? He hiccupped and straightened up. Maybe she had been teasing him when she ran away and now she realized how much he cared for her. His eyes brightened and a smile began to touch his lips.

The figure came around the bend and toward him. The last he'd seen her, she was wearing a diaphanous, thin dress. Had she changed? The form nearing him was clad in leather breeches, a braided leather tunic, and knee-high, soft leather boots. A sword blade strapped to the figure's back flashed in the sunlight. Was Cary so angry she meant to cut him in little pieces? His heart began to pound in his chest and inside his mouth his tongue stuck to the roof.

The figure stopped two lengths from him and raised a hand to shade its eyes from the brightness of the day.

Excerpt: A St.Patrick's Day Tale

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Ireland 1816

The ring of knuckles hitting flesh thundered through the brilliant spring morning. Casey O'Connell lifted her skirts and raced up the little knoll behind the old white church. She knew her big bro was fighting. They always fought after church on Sunday. For the life of her, she couldn't figure out why.

"No! Stop it, I say. Patrick O'Connell, you--" Breathing hard Casey barreled through the ring of brawling men.

"Of course, Casey, anything you say," her brother and his friends laughed as he stepped aside.

"Get him, Casey! Land a punch for your big brother and St. Patrick," one of the young men called out.

"The O'Connell's are getting their women folk to fight their battles now?"

"I'll have your head for that, Shaunasey," another joined in.

"Watch your mouth and where you're a starin' or you'll have a black eye so swollen you won't be able to see."

"Woo--eee!" The brawl escalated then seemed to settle around Casey and her off-balance charge through her brother's foes.

Surrounding her she heard raucous cheers, cat calls, and whistles as well as her name. Her arms flailing, she ignored them all and tried desperately to keep her balance.

"Hmph!" She hit hard--a solid rock of muscle--heard the slightest grunt from the object in front of her. Air rushed from her lungs and stars seemed to circle inside her head.

"Oh…" she wailed as the object she hit cradled her with his arms on their way to the dampness of the ground below. Dizziness overwhelmed her. She let her head rest on a muscled chest. She heard a slow even heartbeat then a low rumble of laugher.

Spring

The weather may still feel like winter but my thoughts have already turned to Spring. I can't waist to plant new vegetables in the garden. Hanging our clothes out to dry, catching the fresh Spring fragrance. New outside projects are already in the planning stage at our house. I'm especially looking forward to going for a walk and not coming home drenched from our liquid sunshine.
The old saying 'Spring Cleaning' will not apply to me as I'm working inside now in hopes of enjoying the sun when spring finally arrives.
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Cinnamon

Review of The Doe and the Dragon

The Doe and the Dragon
by, Andrew Richardson
RoguePhoenixPress, 2011, 314 pages.
Rating 2.5
Reviewed by Courtney Rene

This is a story full of love, violence, magic, and revenge. Welcome to the world of Druids and Christians. You will meet many names along the way, such as Merlin and Mimue (Mim). The Doe and the Dragon, I thought would be a story of only love, but it is a story of war and revenge as well.

The story is one of love at first sight, but of course the story wouldn’t be any good if it ended right there. That is only where the story of Brenna (the Doe) and Einion Yrth (the Dragon) begins.

I enjoyed this mythical story, if a bit violent and gross at times. Although it was slow to get started, once you get into the meat of the tale it takes you off to the past where religion ruled the world more so than men and where spirits could take over your soul and haunt you.

One thing I didn’t particularly understand was that there were many sub-plots going on, that although entertained, were not necessary to the true story at hand.

However, if you enjoy historical fantasy, with a romance twist, then this would be a good read for you. It draws you in and makes you wonder about the time period, but leaves you with good happy ending.

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The Fae Folk Tackle St. Patrick's Day

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Excerpt from A St. Patrick's Day Tale: Meet the Pagan Faeries Cary and Conn.

"Oh my God. Oh my, oh my," Moya fluttered up and down, her insides churning. "Everything is falling apart. Cary, you are wicked, wicked wicked, but I'm not going to quit. You haven't won this war yet. You will rue the day you messed with me." Moya shook her delicate little fist at the wicked pagan.

"Calm down," Oran said watching Moya fall apart at the seams. If you go up then down one more time, you're going to make me sea-sick." Oran searched for a way to calm Moya. She would not do anyone any good in this state save the fae pagans, Cary and Conn.

"I know, I know." She wrung her hands and wailed, making a soft keening sound as she calmed a bit. "But Oran, what are we going to do? We cannot stop the fight. There is no amount of dust that will do such a thing. And Casey, how could she have ever said such a thing?

"You must understand, those two cannot stay apart. Something draws them inexplicably to each other. She is speaking in the moment. You be noticin' that Kelly doesn't appear to be agreein' with her." Oran knew he had to think fast. Somehow he had to end the Catholic vs. Protestant war without anyone winning and keep Patrick from haulin' his little sister home never to see her beloved again.

Moya huffed, "It's called faerie dust, you big oaf. And I've plum used up my month's supply. What about you? Do you have any faerie dust left? She wrung her hands again, the depression he had seen earlier had seemed to vanish. For a moment Moya looked more like her old self and if that was so, Cary beware of his Moya.

"Tons," but as he looked in the little bag he carried at his waist, Moya must have been able to see he had very little left. Lying to her was out of the question. "Well, I had tons yesterday before you made me a sprinkle and sprinkle and sprinkle most of it on Kelly. It seems he wasn't acting up to snuff."

"So we are helpless. We cannot go on…" Suddenly, her keening grew in volume, her distress reaching through to her core. She stiffened then as if she had come to some momentous conclusion.

"Moya, you are never helpless." She needed to boost her ego and find a way to take charge of this quickly turning situation. He had thought she had done just that. Apparently he had been dead wrong.

"Ha, ha, ha!"

The laughter emanating from the top of the gazebo sent a shiver of apprehension down Oran's spine. The chuckle sounded demonic in nature, coming from the pits of hell. He looked to Moya to see how Cary's devilish laughter had affected her.

"You lose something?" Cary's taunt, malicious in nature seemed to give Moya more backbone than she'd had. Oran prayed she would never let Kelly and Casey fall into Cary's conniving hands.

"None of your business, little witch," Moya said, her back stiffening she sped toward Cary in a death defying dive, pulling up just as she reached the pagan.

Moya's fury didn't seem to bother Cary. She held her ground never flinching. "I can lend you some of mine," Carey daintily placed one perfect nail on her chin then, "hmmm, then you would be on my side. And doesn't that sound intriguing?"

"Pagan," Moya's uttered word was soft but she knew Cary heard it when laughter floated high into the night air.

"Did you know her name is the same as Conn's," she tossed that fact out and it made Moya gasp.

"What lie would you be tellin' now?" Moya asked.

Cary tossed her hair an all-knowing expression. "Let me count the ways. Conn--Son of Connell--Casey O'Connell."

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The Fae Folk Tackle St. Patrick's Day

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Moya flicked specks of gold dust from her skirt. "I will never believe the two lovers are star-crossed." She folded her hands in front of her, cocked her head to the side and sighed heavily.

"Star-crossed!"

"You know, like Romeo and Juliet." Moya blinked a couple of times then squinted at Oran.

"Are you daft in the head? Star-crossed, they killed each other."

She drew in a deep breath. "But they were so very much in love."

Oran flew off the shamrock he'd been perched on. "Don't be talkin' such nonsense. We don't want our Fairy God Children to do anything so stupid as Romeo and Juliet. Hogwash."

"You are right. We don't want to put any ideas in their sweet heads. Casey and Kelly have enough to worry over already."

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The Fae Folk Tackle St. Patrick's Day

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"Maybe we should talk about something else," Moya grinned sheepishly at the brilliantly blue sky above.

"Then you be tellin' me if that mean spirited Florence will be at the party."

Moya soared high using the wind to guide her before circling around to flutter near Oran. "I suppose he might be puttin' in an appearance. Though I haven't seen or heard from him for quite a long spell. Don't suppose something happened to him."

"Naw, he's too ornery. He just causes mischief and gets away with it." Oran shook his fist at a cloud. "I would hit you in the chin if I could."

"He didn't tell they about the feud though."

"Nah, he was too busy with duels and dangerous stuff that might have killed someone."

"Killed, eeks. That has a nasty ring to it."

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Double woohooo

Congratulations! It's a party.The winners of the novella Chasing Rainbows are Paty Jager and Vonnie Alto. Congratulations! Rogue Phoenix will send you your free ebook. Please contact me about the form you want your ebook in.

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The Fae Folk Tackle St. Patrick's Day

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"We're having a party," Moya's wings fluttered as she executed a loop-de-loop. Gold fairy dust fluttered in a haze to land on the grass below.

Oran sat with his legs crossed on a shamrock a grumpy expression on his face. "Did we get invited? I never saw the invitation."

Moya settled on a four-leaf clover beside him. "Is that what is giving you that foul look? Well we did, Allana invited us, sent us a silver lined invite."

"Hrmmpph."

"You can charm the wings off a fairy. So why don't you show us some of that Irish magic?"

"Did Allana invite the pagans, Carey and Conn?"

"Why no, she couldn't they are…" Bite your tongue Moya, you don't be wantin' to give away the story. "No they are indisposed so to speak."

"Pray tell what is that supposed to mean?"

"I'm thinkin' you have to read the book to find out. Maybe she'll be tellin' us tomorrow."

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PICK YOUR FAVORITE IRISH BLESSING

Celebration!

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For the next four days, we hope you'll join in the fun by picking your favorite.

Today, pick your favorite Irish blessing from the following (and, if you'd like, let us know why that particular blessing).

#1

An Old Irish Blessing

May the road rise up to meet you.

May the wind always be at your back.

May the sun shine warm upon your face,

and rains fall soft upon your fields.

And until we meet again,

May God hold you in the palm of His hand.

#2

There are good ships,
 and there are wood ships,


The ships that sail the sea.


But the best ships, are friendships, 


And may they always be.

#3

May you have the hindsight to know where you've been,


The foresight to know where you are going,


And the insight to know when you have gone too far.

Many thanks to those on the Internet who have gathered these for our enjoyment.

PICK YOUR FAVORITE IRISH QUOTE

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For the next four days, we hope you'll join in the fun by picking your favorite.

Today, pick your favorite Irish quote from the following (and, if you'd like, let us know why that particular quote).

IRISH QUOTE

#1

“People that hate cats will come back as mice in their next life.”

#2

“If you're lucky enough to be Irish, then you're lucky enough.”

#3

“It is easy to be pleasant when life flows by like a song, but the man worth while is the one who will smile when everything goes dead wrong. For the test of the heart is trouble, and it always comes with years, and the smile that is worth the praises of earth is the smile that shines through the tears.”

#4

“Who gossips with you will gossip of you.”

A REMINDER TO VOTE FOR YOUR FAVORITE LIMERICK

Celebration!

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For the next four days, we hope you'll join in the fun by picking your favorite.

My apologies for being slow with this post! Yes, I should have looked at my calendar before I decided to go to bed at a decent time last night. That means before midnight for me, because if I'm working on a project after that magic hour I totally lose track of time. :)

And speaking of magic…I hope you'll take the time to check out the latest release from Rogue's Angels: A ST. PATRICK'S DAY TALE. It offers Irish feuds, Irish faeries, and a time machine that sometimes spins out of control with its unintended passengers!

To celebrate this release, we are running a launch party on the blog all month, with fun and prizes. From now through Tuesday, we are having "pick your favorite" days. Yesterday was Irish jokes, today are Irish limericks, then we'll have Irish quotes, and wrapping up on Tuesday with Irish blessings.

I laughed (and groaned) a lot as I was searching the Internet for these jokes, limericks, quotes and blessings. Hope you enjoy them also.

I'll also say that you can add your own Irish joke, limerick, quote or blessing on the appropriate day if you have one you like better than what I've posted.

A caution: I found quite a few in my search that were, ahem, "slightly" off-color. So if you'd like to add one of your own, please keep it rated PG or cleaner as this is a family rated blog.

The prize is a download of my novella, "Chasing Rainbows," from A VALENTINE'S ANTHOLOGY. It was fun to write and I'd like to share those laughs with others. Anyone who comments on this blog between yesterday and Tuesday will automatically be entered for a chance to win a download of this story.

Congratulations to the winners of the first prizes, and please vote on the limericks below for YOUR chance to win!

Woohoooo

The first winners are: Courtney and Shari.

You will each receive a copy of The Gift by Christine Young (Allana) which is one of the stories in The Valentine Anthology by Christine Young, Genene Valleau, and C.L. Kraemer.

Enter to win more ebooks!

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PICK YOUR FAVORITE IRISH LIMERICK

Celebration!

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Today, pick your favorite Irish limerick from the following (and, if you'd like, let us know why that particular limerick).

#1

A macho young swimmer named Dwyer,

Really liked playing with fire.

One night in the dark

He swam with a shark,

And his voice is now two octaves higher.

#2

A bather whose clothing was strewed,

By winds that left her quite nude,

Saw a man come along,

And unless we are wrong,

You expected this line to be lewd.

#3

There was a young lady named Rose

Who had a large wart on her nose.

When she had it removed

Her appearance improved,

But her glasses slipped down to her toes.

from http://www.freewebs.com/limericks/

PICK YOUR FAVORITE IRISH JOKE

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Today, pick your favorite joke from the following (and, if you'd like, let us know why that particular joke).

#1--Q. Why can't you borrow money from a leprechaun?

A. Because they're always a little short

#2--Q. What is left out on the lawn all summer and is Irish?

A. Paddy O'Furniture

#3--Q. Why would you never iron a four-leaf clover?

A. Because you shouldn't press your luck!

#4--Q. What do you call an Irishman who knows how to control a wife?

A. A Bachelor

#5--Q. What do you call a fake stone in Ireland?

A. A Sham Rock

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Celebration!

Welcome to Rogue's Angels Virtual Launch Party!

We are celebrating all month the release of A St. Patrick's Day Tale by C.L. Kraemer, Genene Valleau, and Christine Young.

Enter to win free ebooks, mobipocket (compatible with Kindle), HTML, and PDF.

Guess the Angel:

Is this Angel Allana, Cinnamon, Sable, or Amber?

This Angel was born in Medford, Oregon. Unlike most authors she her BS degree is in Biology and she teaches math. She loves to swim and in most of her books the hero and heroine end up in the water swimming or…

She sold her first book to Kate Duffy at Kennsington in the summer of '98.

Hint(check out the authors individual pages for the information) or just make an educated guess. You don't have to be correct to have your name put in the drawing for a free download of Chasing Rainbows by Genene Valleau.

Buy at: www.roguephoenixpress.com

Celebration!

Welcome to Rogue's Angels Virtual Launch Party!

We are celebrating all month the release of A St. Patrick's Day Tale by C.L. Kraemer, Genene Valleau, and Christine Young.

Enter to win free ebooks, mobipocket (compatible with Kindle), HTML, and PDF.

Guess the Angel:

Is this Angel Allana, Cinnamon, Sable, or Amber?

This Angel loves to explore the inner workings of the human mind, what makes them act a certain way. She writes romance but within the romance are dramatic actions scenes and often times humor when she tosses in a strange time machine or introduces her crazy coffee making dogs. Ever since I have know her about 15 years, she has been remodeling her house. I think she might be done now, or should I say finally.

Hint(check out the authors individual pages for the information) or just make an educated guess. You don't have to be correct to have your name entered in the drawing for a free download of The Gift by Christine Young.

Buy at: www.roguephoenixpress.com

Celebration!

Welcome to Rogue's Angels Virtual Launch Party!

We are celebrating all month the release of A St. Patrick's Day Tale by C.L. Kraemer, Genene Valleau, and Christine Young.

Enter to win free ebooks, mobipocket (compatible with Kindle), HTML, and PDF.

Guess the Angel:

Is this Angel Allana, Cinnamon, Sable, or Amber?

Her mother gave this angel her first romance novel, and she has been hooked ever since. When she isn't writing, she is involved with her grandchildren, her family, reading and crafts. She loves happy ever after stories. She lives in a small town in Oregon.

Hint(check out the authors individual pages for the information) or just make an educated guess. You don't have to guess correctly to have your name put in the drawing for a free download of The Gift by Christine Young.

buy at: www.roguephoenixpress.com

Celebration!

Enter to win free ebooks, mobipocket (compatible with Kindle), HTML, and PDF.

Guess the Angel:

Is this Angel Allana, Cinnamon, Sable, or Amber?

This angel has always been a gypsy and wishes she could travel the world. She has written several romance novels but prefers fantasy, mystery and scifi novels. She has a great relationship with dragons and shapeshifters. Who is she?

Hint(check out the authors individual pages for the information) or just make an educated guess. You don't have to guess correctly to have your name put in the drawing for a free download of The Gift by Christine Young.