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Last Week I posted in the Hop Against Homophobia, Transphobia, and Biphobia Blog Hop. HAHABT 2015 Today I’m happy to announce that Jewel Johnson is the lucky winner of my prize package: a copy of my print book Trey #3, a coffee mug, hat, various swag, and a copy of my latest ebook Tengo una Pistola. Congratulations! I’ll be contacting you shortly, Jewel, so be on the lookout for an email from me!

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In the face of adversity, sometimes standing your ground feels strange, sometimes downright wrong, like maybe it’d be better to remain quiet, mind your own business. I mean, you wouldn’t want anyone thinking you’re trying to antagonize a situation, start trouble, get in their faces . Right? What if the situation involves you directly though? That always hits a little closer to home, don’t you think? Are you willing to hold all you’re feeling inside, not let anyone know where you stand or worse yet, allow them to believe your silence means you agree with them or condone their behavior?


Today, May 17th, is the International Day against Homophobia, Transphobia, and Biphobia

And today I’m going to share an experience I was subject to when I first began writing. One I didn’t expect, for Who in their right mind would be offended by a character in a book and the life that character lives? I recall thinking at the time because I was momentarily left without words when it happened. It took me letting this person carry on for a few minutes before I regained my mental footing enough to come back with an argument she couldn’t refute.

One of my first published works was a novella called If I Were a Lady…. This story was about a fifth grade English teacher who happened to be a transgender woman. Yes, it had erotic sex in it, but no, that’s not what the story was about. Not ONLY, anyway. Kendra (the main character) happened to live a life that any outsider in her world would consider “normal”–those who didn’t know her secret. And that was the main point of the story, that those of us who embrace the T in the spectrum sometimes end up living double lives, secret lives, lives we feel we must hide from others and live that way for many personal reasons, but many times, because of fear. Fear we’ll lose our friends, our jobs, and the ultimate: our lives.

At the time, a coworker of mine wanted to know about my writing. Acted truly interested. Excuse me for being cynical here–But never let that fool you.

I gave the person a brief synopsis, about as much as I’ve given you above, when her jaw dropped and she began to hyperventilate. “Well, I never!” she said. “I’d remove my children straight out of that school immediately if I found out they had a teacher there like that!” One hand fanned her face, while she pretended to be still her rapidly beating heart with the other. “Who would EVER read a book like that?” she asked me.

I got my bearings and finally answered her with this: If you’d let me finish, you’d realize the main character is a person, just like you or me. She loves teaching and loves children and there’s even a happy ending for her.

From the look on her face, I was either not very convincing or simply not changing her mind. “I just don’t think I could let my children be around someone like that.” Her look of repulsion repulsed me.

At this point in the conversation, I was admittedly pissed, so I decided to end it with this: “To answer your question ‘Who would EVER read a book like that?’ I have to tell you, I wrote it with close-minded people like you in mind, hoping you’d actually pick it up, and read it, and maybe actually learn something.” And then I left her office, never to speak to her again.

Why sometimes it may seem awkward or difficult to stand up for what’s right, it’s really about speaking your mind. Be unafraid to tell others how you feel and why. Just do it. If things go south during a conversation or slightly heated debate, remember: Everyone’s entitled to an opinion. If your adversary is a close-minded jerk, who cares what he/she thinks, you can always walk away; but if the situation sparks a disagreement with a friend, the worse that could happen is he/she agrees to disagree–if he/she is truly a friend, that is. And that’s okay, the discussion is still open at that point and so is your friend’s mind. Isn’t that the least we can hope for?


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  Have you ever had to step in and defend someone? Or yourself, as in my example? If not, what would you do if a situation arose? I’d really like to hear your  stories. Please share, to be entered to win a copy of my print book Trey #3, a coffee mug, hat, various swag, and a copy of my latest ebook Tengo una Pistola.  Entering is simple: go to my Facebook Page here–and leave a comment there–or here, if you don’t Facebook. You can always LIKE my page while you’re there too!


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chickens by the yard


…and chicken coops to candling eggs to Pyrenees to hormonal tweens and to Farmville, I’ve kept myself busy.

nothing but attitude

Busy enough to let go of those things I can’t control and realize those things most important, but maybe too busy in the work department.

With overtime every week, I haven’t had time to write more than a chapter here and there since last July… Yeah, it’s been a year since I was able to focus on anything much but the evil day job.

But I’ve made  changes recently, delved into learning what I could about time-management (and with fervor), even taught myself how to “just say no!” to hard to break habits like online gaming and senseless flirting. Well, almost.

Oh who the hell am I kidding? The truth is I saw a truck I wanted on my way to work the other day and realized that if I didn’t publish a book soon, no trucky.

dreaming, I know


There. I came clean.



So, what to do…

Guess I’ll write a book, maybe a series. Yeah. That’s what I’ll do. In the meantime any of you Farmville junkies, look me up. Send me some damned milk bottles to feed my baby chickens! (don’t ask).



That’s my current mantra. It’s my fallback technique that keeps me safe from my tendencies to wallow in regret, internalize anger and blame, or sink into depression. Since about a month ago, I’ve found myself chanting this quite often. Not that I wanted to, for I hate strife in my life. I enjoy peace and calm and happiness… But when someone dicks with those I care about, it takes a LOT for me to keep my cool. Hence, the Fuck ’em mantra of late.

Looking back I am inclined to have many regrets, most involve my inability to support professionally the authors who depended on me over the last few years. I tried, arguing to the point that any other “boss” would have gotten rid of me a long time ago. I mean, most bosses don’t take kindly to being told they’re acting guilty, incompetent, or just plain stupid. Most bosses would’ve given me the boot had I told them directly that they needed to act more professionally. Seeings how I was never let go must be admission enough, from how I see it. But rather than go into all that, I’d really like for those who depended on me to help guide them and take care of their precious works to know that I am so very sorry if any of you feel I misled you. While you were under my wing, so to speak, I did the best I could within the scope of my abilities. I went to bat for  you more than I can count on both hands and feet, and I’m just so sick to death about the most recent events and my sense of powerlessness that it makes me ill.

But, what does one do in a position such as was mine, simply a contractor for a company who gave me my start, who acted as if I meant something to it, claimed time and again that they couldn’t do without me, and promised me the stars? Right–the stars(okay, that was a bit of a stretch, but you get the idea)–there should’ve been my first red flag, looking back; but alas, for these damned rose-colored glasses. Then the storm rumbled, and I knew something was amiss…

What do you do when the boss suddenly stops communicating with you and those under you? Now, to be fair, there were many instances over the years where the communication lagged, so this didn’t strike me as anything “new” at first, but with my persistence, I had always been able to get some semblance of a reply, most times accompanied by a list of excuses, but at least a reply. So, once again, I tried, but this time, to no avail. What do you do when people who depend on you, come to you, pleading for you to intervene, mediate, DO SOMETHING to get me an answer to my valid business concern! because they cannot get any reply (courteous or otherwise) from the boss? What I did was to persistently contact the boss, but again, this time to no avail. What do you do after you’ve offered strong advice time and again, only to have the advice taken in one ear and let back out the other, evidenced by unprofessional defensive replies shot back to simple questioning emails? What do you do when you finally realize that a rumor you heard years earlier is actually NOT a rumor at all? And what do you do when your boss tells you while you’re pleading for understanding, patience, and professionalism to be given those authors under your wing and those new to the company also, that she doesn’t care if they walk, as long as she can keep bringing new ones in?

Of course, instinct screamed, “Get outta there! Fuck ’em!” But logic interrupted with, “Excuse me, but you have obligations that require you put up with the bullshit.”

Then most recently, the rumble flashed magnificent bolts of light when a coworker informed me that she could no longer work for such an unprofessional company (her words) and still sleep with herself at night… That she was tired of making excuses for the boss and tired of feeling like a liar because the boss had not fulfilled the promises made of late (the last 2-3 months, to be exact) and from the apparent pattern had no intention of doing so, and that the coworker was quitting, effective immediately, for fear of ruining her own reputation. Around the same time, an author I was responsible for guiding and shaping her hard work had discovered that after us having sent her labor of love onward to be released that somehow it had been rendered FUBAR’d! Thousands of words had been added to the final version we’d turned in: had, was, many gerunds, and sentences were combined with a comma and conjunction, only to have the second sentence in each instance still have its original capitalization, and there were hundreds of those in this 350+ page novel. And she only found all this out AFTER having purchased $250 worth of useless product, having had a reader demand her money back and throw the marked up pod copy in my author’s face with the exclamation, “I refuse to pay for this crap.”

The sky opened and black hell rained down, driving the final nail when I accepted the fact that if I’d have left sooner, if I’d have realized sooner that the things my authors and I were experiencing were not isolated, that they were actually happening to most of the editors and authors in like, none of the above would have ever transpired, for it was I who recommended the job to my coworker who, out of nothing but preservation of her integrity, had felt forced to quit. It was I who took this now devastated author under my wing and promised her she’d be happy, and if I would’ve followed my instinct, no one would’ve been in this mess–although in my defense, I truly don’t recall my personal experience ever being quite as bad as it has been for the last month or so. But that still left me to wonder, now what was I to do?

That combination of incidents made up my mind, my budget be damned, I was going to quit ASAP. But I could not consciously leave my author’s hard work in a state of FUBAR, so I promised her I’d stay on to help secure a finished product she could be proud of. Took us collectively 2 weeks to get this accomplished, and once the boss promised the corrected finished product by last Friday, we were both relieved and I thought I was in the clear to follow through with my plans. Last weekend, I gave my notice only to be asked by the boss to hold on just a while longer…

For what, might I ask??

To work under someone who clearly does no longer care for the internal nor external customer–for is she’d still cared, the FUBAR’d project would never have been put out to the public, and had she cared about the internal customers, then none of us would be complaining and worrying about the problems with the company we have or the unanswered communications. For what, might I ask? To have her walk out days later, leaving invoices and royalties unfinished and unpaid? For what, might I ask? To have her promise that a new boss would address us formally last week, only to have that yet to transpire? For what? To have some authors suddenly begin receiving communications from a 20-something, apparently incompetent English language user (if you go by the grammatical errors in the shared emails alone), in an apparent administrative role within the company, according to the title in her email signature?

To add insult to injury, the promised revised FUBAR’d project that my author and I had worked so hard to correct has not been fixed. I wasted my own money yesterday purchasing an eBook copy to ensure that at least one promise had been kept…. Nope. Still FUBAR!

Thankfully, I’m no longer a contractor there.

Sadly, it appears that I’m out my Apr/May editing money due me, and I’ve yet to receive this last month’s royalties, which were promised us nearly a week ago.

Regretfully, none of those authors I took in would’ve been in any of this mess alongside me had I listened to my instinct when it screamed, “FUCK ’em!”

And to you authors, from me as your editor for the time I was with Noble Romance Publishing, I can’t say I’m sorry enough.



Read more about the experience (along with some rather interesting comments):

J.S. Wayne

Aleksandr Voinov

Brita Addams

Bianca Sommerland

Ellie Heller


Lori Green

Amiranda Jones

D. Dye

Gianna Simone

Lex Valentine

Rhian Cahill

Dianna Hardy

BL Bonita

Lindsay Patton

Teddy Pig

Vacuous Minx

Karen Knows Best

Tom Webb

 Dear Author





I’m the latest ‘Choose your own m/m story’ victim of Kris & Co. from Kris n’ Good Books blog. You readers have until Sunday, Dec 4th (three days) to vote on the crazy story prompt choices they’ve come up with (gods help me). So, the questions are:

Do you want to make me suffer?

Have you harbored a grudge and are just dying to get me back?

Are you just the cantankerous type and are looking to be ornery?

Whichever your fancy, stop by the M/M Romance Group on Goodreads here:  and vote for the prompts that’ll make writing this story a living hell this weekend only!

C’mon, you’ve got nothing to lose but a few moments of your time, and you get the satisfaction that you got me (or got me back), whatever flips your lid. In just under a month, I’ll have a NYE story for you to read, FREE!

Have fun. Don’t be too cruel, I beg of you.


I’m welcoming Brita Addams today!

Hey there, Brita! Let’s get started, shall we?


Me: What genres do you enjoy reading most?

Brita: I am very into gay fiction at the moment.


Why do you write and when did you start?

Brita: I write because it’s who I am, it’s a part of me and I couldn’t NOT do it if I tried. I’ve written most of my life, but only decided to take the publication step about two years ago. I never thought I’d ever be published and I still have to pinch myself to believe it’s all happened.


Me: Much of your writing is rather erotic, though not all. I’m curious, what your family feels about your writing? Are they supportive?

Brita: I have the best family in the world. They are proud of my writing, though none of them will read my racy stuff. I couldn’t ask for more support.


Me: What’s the most interesting comment you’ve received from a reader?

Brita: At Gay Lit, a reader came up to me at a book signing, and pointed at the cover flats on the table, saying, “I’ve read this one, and this one and this one.” She was one of those readers I didn’t even know, but she’s read my stuff.


Me: Writing can be a lonely venture. Sometimes, sacrifices are required in our lives. Are the sacrifices worth it? What are your continuing career goals?

Brita: I honestly don’t sacrifice. I have my days sorted in such a way that I write during the day, when my husband is doing his own thing. At five, dinner is ready and we spend the rest of the evening together. When we have date day (usually Friday), I’m there, no doubt.

I plan to continue writing until I can’t. I don’t believe I could stop if I tried.


Me: What did you eat for breakfast this morning?

Brita: I had my usual one cup of coffee and a cinnamon raisin bagel with crunchy peanut butter.


Me: What’s your favorite position?

Brita: Sitting up with my laptop on my lap.



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I’m welcoming J.S. Wayne today!

Hey there, J.S.! Let’s get started, shall we?

Me: What genres do you enjoy reading most?

J.S.:  My favorite genre to read is urban fantasy. I love the mash-up of fantasy and our reality, and it makes for a nice break from erotic romance! (Not that I have anything against it, but when you write it day in and day out, sometimes you need to go in a completely different direction to relax. Which makes me wonder how OB-GYNs unwind, come to think of it…)


Me: Why do you write and when did you start?

J.S.:  I write for the same reason I breathe: Because I simply have no choice. Sooner or later, all the stories and snippets I have floating around in my brain HAVE to come out! I’ve been writing, one way or the other, since I was eleven; but it wasn’t until I was seventeen that I got semi-serious about my craft. When I hit thirty and realized I still had a novel sitting on my hard drive that needed to be finished, I fully committed to writing if only as a hobby. Now, almost four years later, I’m succeeding beyond my wildest expectations, and I can only hope that momentum will keep going.


Me: Much of your writing is rather erotic, though not all. I’m curious, what your family feels about your writing? Are they supportive?

J.S.:  My family has always been very supportive of my writing, even the really, truly crappy writing. But now that they can see the rewards and how hard I have to work to achieve them, they are even more understanding of the crazy schedule I keep and the fifteen to twenty-hour days in front of the computer. My wife, in particular, is wonderful as a sounding board when I just need to take a minute and complain, gripe, and yeah, generally bitch!


Me: What’s the most interesting comment you’ve received from a reader?

J.S.:  The best comment I’ve gotten to date came from Mr. K.B. Cutter, speaking about “Angels Would Fall” on Goodreads. Com. He said:

This ends the debate if a het male can write romance.
The answer is YES! Angels Would Fall is a heavenly tale of Soul-bearer Moradiel who suddenly comes in conflict with his angelic lineage and duty when his latest assignment captures his heart. JS Wayne deftly weaves angelic lore and sweet romance to produce a vibrant, sexy story.
My only complaint-it was too short!
More, please!

I couldn’t ask for a better (print) review than that!


Me: Writing can be a lonely venture. Sometimes, sacrifices are required in our lives. Are the sacrifices worth it? What are your continuing career goals?

J.S.:  The sacrifices are absolutely worth it to me, but then I had at least some idea what I was getting myself into the moment I really knuckled down to my writing. There’s nothing better than reading a new review and seeing someone say that you’ve written something that touched them enough to make them want to tell others about it!

As far as continuing career goals, I want to reach the top of the New York Times Bestseller list, hone my craft to the point where people drop what they’re doing and camp out at Barnes and Noble to be the first to get my next book at midnight, and become a self-sustaining author. I knew it was a long road starting out, and I’m not going to stop until I just don’t have another word left in me. Fortunately, I don’t see that day coming anytime soon!


Me: What did you eat for breakfast this morning?

J.S.:  Anyone who knows me knows this is a trick question. I don’t eat breakfast! The closest I come is pounding down a two-liter bottle of Mountain Dew and smoking two cigarettes before I’m fit to be in the company of human beings, household pets, small appliances, barnyard animals, or anything with the letter “e” in it!


Me: What’s your favorite position?

J.S.:  Any kind that involves a naked woman. Or two. Or three! (I’m easy to get along with J)

Seriously, though, I’ve always found doggy-style to be the most enjoyable for me and my partner. If it ain’t broke, why fix it?

Me: Appreciate the candidness, J. You’re one of a kind, for sure.


Find more about J.S. Wayne, here:

Twitter: @jswayne702




Ancient Magic by J.S. Wayne

Noble Romance Timeless Desire Collection


More than two decades have passed since the Hodans invaded the peaceful kingdom of Jurav. In their zeal for conquest, they have mercilessly rent the Juravian national character asunder, starting with the temples of their gods.
Varath’s uncle raised him to one day assume his father’s mantle—command warden of the Temple of Noradi, the most beloved goddess of the Juravian pantheon and the deity of heart, hearth, and the fires which burn in both.
Melody would have been High Priestess to Noradi, and her own family has groomed her with equal care against the day when the Hodan hordes will be expelled and she can assume her rightful place as the most powerful figure in the entire nation . . . and as Varath’s bride.
When Varath departed to serve in the Hodan army, Melody saw it as an unconscionable betrayal. Now Varath has returned to take his father’s place as the sole guardian of a temple where no one dares enter, and he has made overtures to claim the other half of his bequest: Melody herself. But can Melody see past the deceptions and lies his rebellion has forced and learn to love the man who seems to have turned his back on his own people?

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I’m welcoming KevaD today!

Hey there, KevaD!

Hi, Bryl.

How courageous of you to allow me some time on your blog.

In celebration of my first appearance… EVER… here, I’ll be giving away a $10.00 gift certificate to a randomly selected commenter.

Now, Readers, after you’re done here, be sure to visit the next blog on the Noble Tour by clicking the tour logo in the sidebar. All commenters get entered into the drawing for a Kindle too!

But most of all, thank you for spending some time with us today, and Bryl and I both hope we leave you with a smile.



And if you happen to buy a copy of “A Dance with Bogie and Bacall” or “Desire Damned,” you’ll certainly leave me with a smile.


Me: Let’s get started, shall we?  What genres do you enjoy reading most?

KevaD: I don’t limit my reading to any one or two genres. I look for skillfully crafted characters and mesmerizing plots. There are just too many great authors for me to minimize my reading boundaries.


Me: Why do you write and when did you start?

KevaD: I used to sit in the yard and tell my tales, but nobody ever stopped to listen, so I decided to write them down in the hope of sharing my stories. The two cops that suggested I quit shouting at passing cars played a part in that decision.

Truth: My first story was in crayon. My mother wrote an episode for a soap opera in the hope of finding work, and I sat on the floor drawing my story while she typed. Neither of our submissions was accepted. I still don’t know why. I used different colored crayons.


Me: Much of your writing is rather erotic, though not all. I’m curious, what your family feels about your writing? Are they supportive?

KevaD: My immediate family has been supportive since day one. They may not always understand what or why I write, but they love me and support my efforts. My mother, now deceased, was never prouder than when my first book was published. I had done what she had given up on decades before. She never read my book as it’s a gay romantic comedy and her religious beliefs couldn’t condone reading it, but she made sure to tell anyone and everyone all about the book. I miss her.

Me: That’s simply the most wonderful way to remember one’s mother. Touching, sir.

Me: What’s the most interesting comment you’ve received from a reader?

KevaD: That her husband stopped the truck they were driving in out of concern for her uncontrollable laughter when she was reading “Out of the Closet.” How can you not appreciate that comment?


Me: Writing can be a lonely venture. Sometimes, sacrifices are required in our lives. Are the sacrifices worth it? What are your continuing career goals?

KevaD: For me the sacrifices aren’t really sacrifices. I love what I do. I’m a storyteller. The only thing I won’t set aside for my craft is my family. I’m fortunate to have a wife who understands that when I’m lost in a story, the fact the house is burning down just makes for another fantastic scene I need to get down before I climb out the window.

My goals? I’m that wandering spinner of tales who will always be searching for one more ear to tell my stories to.


Me: What did you eat for breakfast this morning?

KevaD: A glass of chocolate milk (2% with Hershey’s syrup) and two pieces of buttered white toast. Not healthy, but it sure was good.


Me: What’s your favorite position?

KevaD: In my chair at the keyboard, a blanket over my legs, and one of the cats on my lap. Unfortunately, Supreme Commander of Kentucky wasn’t available, and Angelina Jolie doesn’t appear to be headed for divorce any time soon.


KevaD: Once more, thank you all for dropping by, and I hope we chat again soon.

Me: Thanks for being here today. You are always a pleasure to talk to!


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I’m welcoming Sarah Ballance today!

Hey there, Sarah! Let’s get started, shall we?

Me: What genres do you enjoy reading most?

Sarah: Hands down, romantic suspense. I read my first one as a free Kindle download from Amazon, and it was love at first sight. I knew from that moment I had to write romantic suspense, and every time I pick one up I fall in love with the genre all over again—in fact, it’s a guaranteed way to re-energize my writing when I hit the skids. There’s something about adding elements of danger to sexual tension that gives me a delicious inner meltdown.


Me: Why do you write and when did you start?

Sarah: I write because it gives me a feeling of accomplishment. I homeschool my six kids. With seven of us in the house the  majority of the day, nothing is ever “done.” There’s always more laundry, more school work, a pile of dishes to wash, and a situation to diffuse. If things dare get boring, something always happens to remedy it in short order. (Two-hundred-fifty pound hog running loose in the yard, anyone?). Writing not only offers an escape from that, but it gives me a solid sense of achievement. But I never wanted to be an author—in fact, I started three years ago because I heard myself tell someone I couldn’t do it. I think I’ve soundly proven myself wrong, LOL.


Me: Much of your writing is rather erotic, though not all. I’m curious, what your family feels about your writing? Are they supportive?

Sarah: Outside of my husband, my family doesn’t know. They know I write because I have quite a few nonfiction credits, but nary a one knows I’ve made the switch to fiction. Even though my writing doesn’t usually cross the line to graphic, I know enough about *some* of the people in my life to know they’d judge, and I don’t want them to take it out on my kids. There’s been an unfortunate trend of that kind of thing, so I’m laying low until the kids are a bit older. In the meantime, I’ve met an amazing community of readers and writers online so I’m not at all lacking in support, and my husband is my biggest fan (not to mention the best research partner EVER!).


Me: What’s the most interesting comment you’ve received from a reader?

Sarah: Oh, gosh, it’s hard to narrow this down. Any time a reader takes the time to comment it just blows my mind, and when they go so far as to say my stories have touched them or made them cry, I feel like I’m at the pinnacle of everything I could hope to be as an author.


Me: Writing can be a lonely venture. Sometimes, sacrifices are required in our lives. Are the sacrifices worth it? What are your continuing career goals?

Sarah: As a stay-at-home, homeschooling mom, there’s no lack of quality time with my kids. I spend a lot of one-on-one time with them on a daily basis. (Although not without fail, as some days they go to work with my husband or spend the night with grandparents). That said, the only real sacrifice is “family time” in the evenings because that’s when my husband takes over and I go hide to write. As much as I’d like to have more of those Norman Rockwell moments with the whole gang, the fact is almost everything lands in chaos when you’re dealing with six young children. In the meantime, my husband and I aren’t lacking in quality time together. We certainly know how to make every second count. *grin*


Me: What did you eat for breakfast this morning?

Sarah: Aw, man, I’m busted. We baked chocolate chip cookies for breakfast. *hangs head, wipes chocolate from lip*

Me: Chin up, lady. You’ve had the best breakfast yet, imo! Hah! (psst! Pass me one of those.)


Me: What’s your favorite position?

Sarah: Um, what? Let’s just say I’ve yet to find out I don’t like, but I’m all about experimenting with my husband until I find one I do! LOL.


About Sarah Ballance

Sarah Ballance author bio: Sarah and her husband of over fourteen years live on the mid-Atlantic coast with their six young children, all of whom are perfectly adorable when they’re asleep.  She often jokes that she writes to be around people who will listen to her, but her characters aren’t much better than her kids.  Fortunately, her husband is quite supportive, having generously offered to help her research “the good parts.”  She’s never had to ask twice.








FAMILIAR LIGHT by Sarah Ballance

Noble Romance Timeless Desire Collection



Seven years of longing comes down to just one night.

Laney Kent returns to Barrier Shoals hoping to reunite with her first love, Bridger. She anticipates his reception might be chilly, but what she doesn’t expect is to become the victim of a deadly obsession … or that this night with Bridger could be her last.

Bridger Jansen tangled a lot of sheets trying to forget about Laney, but his heart knew what the rest of him refused to admit: he could love no one else. He’s determined not to forgive her for leaving him without explanation, but when he fails to protect her from a viscous attack, the person he can’t forgive just might be himself.


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