Thursday, December 25, 2014

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

May you have a wonderful Christmas day!  
Here's hoping all your dreams and wishes come true!  :)




Merry Christmas!

from Markee and the whole gang of pen names in my head.

Sunday, December 21, 2014

New YA Sci-Fi Novella just in time for Christmas!

Here's something for you to read while waiting for Christmas!  It's a new novella by Kyra Myles, who is my YA sci-fi/paranormal/adventure writer pen name.


Better Watch Out
(Santa may not be from Earth)


Blurb:
Gemma Charles and her family are officially homeless. Will the alien ready to offer Gemma a job be able to follow through with cash, or will he just be like her dad and disappear or die when the going gets tough?

There's only one way to know, and Gemma is curious enough to find out.

*** NOVELLA LENGTH CHRISTMAS STORY ***

First Chapter:
The fire blazed as the three remaining members of the Charles family stood by. They were helpless and now, without their big home. To make it worse, it was two days before Christmas.

The firemen tried to put out the fire, but the place was down to only ashes in just a short time. What used to be their home was now nothing—not even good kindling wood.

One of the older firefighters approached Gemma's mom. "I hope you have insurance on that place."

She nodded but said nothing.

"However, I suspect someone started it. If so, the insurance won't pay."

Her mom covered her mouth and let out a sob. "We have nothing," she said. "No money, nothing."

"Sorry for your loss." The guy walked off, joking with his coworkers. Before long, they'd packed up and driven away, leaving the family in the dark, staring at what used to be in that spot. Neighbors watched from a distance, but none offered any condolences or assistance. It was that kind of neighborhood. People turned a blind eye to everyone else's problems.

Gemma had just gotten home from babysitting down the street to see the fire trucks and the firemen working. The blaze was huge, but her eight-year-old brother, Ray, her mom, Betsy, and their big mutt Barney, stood in front of the home and watched. Barney seemed more interested in the firemen, barking at them for a good ten minutes after Gemma had arrived. He finally settled down and went to sleep on the snowy ground.

"We can't just stand here," Gemma said. "There's nothing left. Now that the firemen have gone, can anyone tell me what happened?"

"Ray started it," Betsy said.

"No, I didn't." The kid crossed his arms. "I was playing in the family room. I wasn't near anything to start that fire."

Gemma didn't know what to believe.

At fourteen, she ran that house since her dad had died a year earlier. Her mom usually worked during the day at a department store, but with cutbacks, she'd lost her job a month earlier. Betsy had tried to get a good job, but other than a day of work here and a day there, she was jobless. The bank was almost ready to take the house anyway, so overall, they were bound to be homeless before long. Gemma had hoped they'd make it past Christmas, but that wasn't going to happen.

Gemma pointed toward the driveway. "Is the car working?" She adjusted her backpack on her back. At least she still had her books from school. She had a lot to do before the end of the break, and now, it seemed as if she had a lot of time to do that with no home to work in.

"Yeah." Betsy wiped her eyes. "I never should've gone into the garage. I never should've left him alone. I never—" She sobbed and held her mouth. "We have nothing left. We only have the clothes on our backs. Nothing more. This is it."

Betsy had been depressed since Gemma's dad had died, but his death was more than mysterious. However, Betsy never discussed it with the kids. One day he was there and the next, he was gone. No more was said after Betsy had told them at dinner that he'd died out west somewhere and the state would take care of the funeral. That was it. Very odd, but Betsy refused to discuss it.

Ray bounded toward the car. "I say we go to Grandma's and Grandpa's house." Barney took off after him, his long ears flopping as he ran. He was a white mutt, probably part sheep dog and part, well, mutt. But he was a good-natured dog and at least he hadn't died in the fire.

Betsy inched closer to the car but stopped suddenly. "No," she said. "We can't go there."

Gemma knew why. Betsy's parents were both dead, so the only Grandma and Grandpa they had were their dad's parents. Gemma had heard her mom fighting with them over the phone late one night, because they wanted Gemma and Ray to live with them at their house. But Betsy refused and slammed down the phone. If they went to their grandparents' house now, it would be like her mom admitting she couldn't care for her own children.

"We can't stay here," Gemma said. "Let's get in the car, at least, and figure out where to go."

Betsy sighed after a long moment. "You're right." They all got into the car and Betsy turned the ignition.

"Where are we going then?" Ray asked, from the back seat. "I'm hungry. Let's get take out. It stinks like smoke here and I don't like it."

"Well, we can't go to the Patterson's house," Gemma said. "They refused to pay me anything for babysitting, because they were out of money and heading to their extended family for the holidays. So there's no way we can go there. I'm not happy with not getting paid. I'll never go there again."

"We have nothing left," Betsy said in a low tone. She backed out of the driveway and headed down the street. "We'll have to find a place to live now, that doesn't cost anything."

That's when it hit Gemma. They were officially homeless.


Buy Links:
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Enjoy and Merry Christmas!
Markee writing as Kyra (and a bunch of other names)

Friday, December 19, 2014

It's Beginning To Look a Lot Like Book-Time

...and do I have some stories for YOU to read for an escape from the hustle and bustle of the holidays:


See more at the following links:

'A Dream to Share': http://www.markeeanderson.com/christmas2014.html
'Wishing on Mistletoe Mountain: http://markeeanderson.com/mistletoemountain.html

2014 Christmas Collection Anthology: Sweet/Sensual: http://www.markeeanderson.com/christmas2014.html
2014 Autumn Collection Anthology: Sweet/Sensual: http://www.markeeanderson.com/autumn2014.html
2014 Summer Collection Anthology: Sweet/Sensual: http://www.markeeanderson.com/summer2014.html

Enjoy the reading escape and have a great week!
Markee

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

New Book! Sci-fi Adventure Novella!!!

My alter-ego (one of my pen names), Paige Ryter, has a book out!  YAY!  She writes Sci-Fi and Paranormal Adventures.  This novella (short, about 21,000 words) is the first of a series of adventures with Rick Shilling, Entity Exterminator.  I like to think of it as 'Doctor Who meets Supernatural' (both television series).



Ginger, Spice, and Everything Not Nice
Rick Shilling to the Rescue, Story 1

Blurb:
It's Christmas Eve, and like every other day of the year, Lyra McCabe is baking cookies.  However, her idea of the universe is about ready to extend when Rick Shilling, Entity Exterminator, runs through the door, shooting at living gingerbread men.

Time to expand your world, Lyra, and it's way past due!

Chapter 1:

The door to the Cookie Fairy House flew open.  The small bell flew off the doorjamb and a blast of cold air filled the hot building.  A blue-eyed, brown-haired man wearing a tan Stetson hat, black leather gloves, and a black leather jacket entered the building.  A tan satchel hung off his shoulder and neck.  But it was odd, because he held onto a gigantic orange and bright lime green water gun.  He proceeded to point that water gun at some unseen adversary out the still-open front door.

Lyra McCabe couldn't move, watching the scene unfold before her.  The man shot some sort of liquid through the open door, seeming to laugh at the joke.  But she didn't see the humor.

"Shut the door!" she yelled, and moved closer to the display cabinet filled with cookies.  The temperature was around zero, since it was the day before Christmas in Colorado.  Silly man.

He lifted his gun once more and shot the liquid from the water gun.  "Duck!"

The guy must be an escapee from a mental institution.  He was shooting at nothing, and everyone knew a water gun was no true weapon, especially in sub-freezing temperatures.

Lyra crossed her arms over her apron, still standing behind the display case.  "If you don't leave right now, I'm calling the cops.  Shut the door on your way out."

He ran around the four-foot display case and stood beside her.  "I said, duck!"  He kept shooting over the case and toward the floor near the door, but she didn't move or look at his target, disgusted with the guy.  She had work to do, but until she got this annoying man out of her shop, she couldn't do anything.

Stetson-man grabbed some of the flour from the container on her worktable and threw it toward the floor near the door.  She turned and stared over the display case.  The flour covered small gingerbread men, holding bows and arrows aimed directly at her.

She should've looked before now, but didn't consider them a threat.  They were, after all, only about six inches tall.  What could they do with those weapons, anyway?

"What's that?" she asked and pointed.  "Why are there small cookies shooting at you?"

"Not your issue, Toots."  Stetson-man aimed and shot again.  "Take that, you rotten cookies, you!"

"Cookies?"  Even though she knew he was telling the truth, Lyra couldn't believe it.  She glanced at Stetson-man and then darted her eyes downward over the case and to the showroom floor.  In that instant, a tiny arrow sailed through the air and struck her left arm.

"You've been hit," Stetson-man said.

Lyra stared at the tiny army of gingerbread men, angrier than ever.  Her head suddenly felt woozy and she staggered backward.

"Sit down," Stetson-man said.  "I'm about out of ammo.  Do you have any milk here?"

"Milk?"  That was an odd request.  He must be thirsty.  But in battle?  She fell into a chair at the table where she'd been working.  "Why?"  She felt so dizzy all of a sudden.

"That's my ammo.  It makes them dissolve.  Haven't you ever seen cookies in milk?"

"Uh-huh."  Her life was filled with cookies, but right now, she didn't care.  Instead, she watched the mysterious man shoot over the counter, and then duck.  Before she could enjoy the show for more than a moment, everything swam in her eyesight.  That's all she remembered.



*~*~*



"Lady," she heard.  "Lady, wake up.  I've treated your wound but need to know if you're diabetic."

"Diabetic?"  She forced her eyes open and saw the ceiling.  She must be lying on the shop floor.  "Why?"

"They shot you with a quick-acting concentrated sugar compound.  I need to give you an antidote."

She looked up at him, holding a syringe in his hand.

Lyra moved away as much as she could.  "Who are you?"

"Name's Rick Shilling."  He nodded as if he were the good guy in an old western movie.  "I'm going to save your life.  Now are you diabetic or not?"

"No.  It doesn't run in my family, either."

"Good."  He pushed up her short sleeve and shoved the needle into her skin.  Pain filled the spot.

She grabbed her arm and tried to sit up.  "Oww!  You're an idiot.  You have no right to shoot me up with whatever."

He pulled the needle out of her arm and pushed her back to the floor.  "Stay there.  The enemy's gone.  I dissolved all of them, for now."  He moved his gaze toward the display cabinet.  "You might want to clean up a bit.  There's gingerbread and flour everywhere over there.  It's a confectionary mess."

She forced herself to sit up, but her head still swam a bit, so she lay back down.

"Told ya," the man said.  "You really need to listen to me and lie down.  I also shut the door, so it'll be warmer in here again.  Sorry about that, but I needed to contain the Gingerbread Gang and lure them into some place they'd feel familiar."

"What was your name again?  I want to know who to tell the cops to arrest."

He chuckled.  "Rick Shilling, but they'll never find me."

"Why's that?"

"I'm not…from around here."

What a weird guy.  Her initial assessment was correct.  "So?  They can find you anywhere."

He shook his head.  "Nope.  They won't find me."

She sighed.  "You're in Nutmeg, Colorado, right now, which is close to the center of the state.  Even though it's not very mountainous here, the town's surrounded by them.  I doubt you can get out of the state before they find you."

He shot her a big smile, but she wasn't impressed.  "I can do it," he said.

"You're an American, right?"

"Nope."

He had to be lying, but she needed to know.  "No?  You sound American.  Canadian, then?"

He laughed.  "Hunh-uh.  I'm not from North America or any of the Americas."

Weird.  "Europe?"

He shook his head.  "Try again."

"Australia, Africa, Asia?"

He seemed pensive.  "The three A's.  Been there, but not from there."

"That leaves…"  She had to think of a few mnemonic devices to remember all the continents.  What was left?  "Antarctica?"

He snorted.  "Antarctica?  That's just cold.  Who lives there, anyway?  Penguins, seals, albatross, a few birds, some whales, and that's about it.  No people live there full time.  They'd be people-sickles if they did."  He seemed amused with himself.  "People-sickles.  The thought's hilarious."

The guy was a little too confident in himself, but Lyra had to keep going.  "If you're not from any of the continents, then you're not from this earth."

He touched his nose with a grin.  "Bingo!"

She backed away from him, sitting up fast.  "You're an alien?" she whispered.  She lowered her head slightly from lightheadedness, but recovered after a moment.

He nodded.

He never should've come to Earth and she had to warn him.  "The authorities will want you in their labs."

He laughed again.  "No, they won't.  They already know about my kind and about me.  We have an agreement involving cash.  So it's all good."

"An agreement…with cash?  What are you talking about?"

"Well, I'm an Entity Exterminator.  I get called when anyone needs an entity eliminated.  They pay me in silver and I move on."

But she didn't understand.  "Entity."

He flipped open a small screen on his watch.  The thing became bigger as soon as it completely flipped.  "Here's the definition of Entity…"

She sighed.  "I know what entity is.  It's a being.  I get that."  She pointed at his watch.  "I want one of those.  Is it connected to Wi-Fi?"

He chuckled and shut the watch, returning it back to a standard wristwatch.  "Earthlings.  No, but it has your entire internet without any connection as you know it.  You'll get it someday on this planet.  But for now, it's highly confidential and you've never seen this."  He tilted his head with a stern look.  "Right?"

She wasn't about to argue with an alien.  He might have super powers or something like mind control.  "Yes, sir.  So you hunt beings.  You're like a ghost hunter?"

"Not just ghosts but anything.  In this case, a Koala bear hired me to get the pesky Gingerbread Gang out of his territory.  He paid me half my fee already, and now, I just have to make sure the rest of the gang is gone, and he'll pay me the rest.  Easy money, too."

Unable to believe her ears, she just stared.

He waved his hand in front of her face.  "Hey, Lady.  Are you having a seizure?  I have anti-seizure meds in my bag."  He reached in, but she grabbed his arm.

"Wait."  She shook her head.  "Back up.  A Koala?"

"Yep.  His name's Harcourt."

"How…why…"  She shook her head, not even sure how to word it.  But she had to find out more.  "How did you ever talk to a Koala?"

Rick sighed.  "He opens his mouth and talks.  Haven't you ever talked to one yourself?"

Lyra shook her head and pinched her arm.  "I'm asleep.  I'm dreaming, right?"

"No," he said in a slow fashion.  "Are you on meds for craziness or something?  Are you sure you're not diabetic?  You're acting really crazy."

But he wasn't crazy?  Unbelievable.

He just didn't get it.  "I'm not on anything and I'm not diabetic.  I'm a baker and part owner of this fine establishment."  She waved her hand, indicating the Cookie Fairy House.  "But you sound insane.  No one talks to animals…"  She glanced around them and leaned closer.  "And no one gets a response back from them," she whispered.

"I do."  He stood up and offered her his hand.  "I'm going to help you clean this up.  Harcourt will be really happy I found some of the gang."

With his help, she got to her feet and dusted herself off.  "Well, good luck with all of it.  Tell Harcourt…"  She paused.  "Where does Harcourt live?"

"Duh."  He rolled his eyes.  "Australia.  Where do you think he lives?  I got half the silver fee for this job, too."

"Why silver?  I'd think you'd rather have gold."

"I need silver.  It's in high demand on my world."  He headed out of the work area and around the display case.  "Wow.  This is major carnage of the cookie kind."  He turned his blue eyes back toward her.  "Got a broom and maybe some dynamite?"



Buy links are listed at http://paigeryter.com/blurb_gingerbread.html.

Enjoy!
Markee (and Paige)

Friday, December 12, 2014

FANTASTIC READ!!! The Marriage Promise by Sandra Edwards

I read this book a few weeks back and needed to review it.  However, Amazon seems to hate me, so I have to post my review here.




5 AMAZON STARS!!!!!

I'd like to highly recommend The Marriage Promise!  It's a great read, and I read it in one night.  Ms. Edwards is a fantastic story teller, knowing how to keep a reader engaged for a fun journey.  I didn't see the black moment coming on this one, and for me, that's unusual.  (Note:  the black moment is the part right before the ending where one of the characters loses a lot and all hope seems lost, just to have a happy ending later on.  Most books have them, especially romances.)

Ms. Edwards has quite a few books in this series.  I've read them all to date, and I can highly recommend them all!  Great job, Ms. Edwards!  Now I want to see Hawaii, too, after reading this one (it takes place mostly in Hawaii).

Now go out and get a copy.  I promise you won't be disappointed!

Buy links:
AmazonBarnes and NobleApple iTunes
Have a great week!
Markee

Friday, December 5, 2014

A Wonderful Anthology!


2014 Christmas Collection Anthology: Sweet/Sensual



Seven complete sweet to sensual romances from seven multi-talented authors in settings that are sure to be magical this holiday season. There's a story for everyone.

Included in this Christmas Collection:

A Season of Miracles by Linda Swift
As Caroline and John keep a vigil for days at Danny's bedside, a close relationship develops between them. John longs for a family and wants to make Caroline and Danny his own. Will his wish come true in this season of miracles?


At First Snowfall by Cecilia Corona
Some faerytales are all too real, but if she can unleash her powers and learn to control them before the first snowfall, she just might find her happily ever after.


Mr. Christmas Elf by Stephanie Burkhart
Jules could use a little Christmas magic, so when Elvis pops up claiming that he was sent by Santa to fill her Christmas list, all she has to do is believe – in the magic the season has to offer.

All That We Have Is Our Soul by Katrina Gillian
Only the Fates may have missed their mark. Theo's life is in 1940 and his soulmate is in 2014. This couldn't be happening. Is he doomed to never be with his soulmate, or will the Fates find a way to make this right.


Christmas Tears by Rebecca J. Vickery
Officer Nick Stewart stops when he spies a familiar looking car parked in a church parking lot late one night. Sure enough, she's the same pixie-faced woman he warned before. When he discovers she has kids asleep in the car, he insists she park in his yard or go to the police station with him.

But what about the next night, and the next?


Room at the Inn by Nan O'Berry
Gift of the Magi has been handed down in James Buchannan's family since his great, great grandfather brought his Russian bride home from Europe. But the Magi is a secret place where James can hide from the world. Helena McCray slowly melts his heart and together they find out the magic of the inn could be in opening their hearts to a new beginning.


Blame the Mistletoe by Markee Anderson
Do you believe in love at first sight? Or love after a kiss under the mistletoe? Neither did Tasha or Cal...Tasha Adams owns a bakery and catering shop after losing her nursing career. Lack of confidence and low self-esteem make her an almost hermit, especially during the holidays.Calvin Miller, busy doctor and bachelor, receives a sudden and unexpected visit from his young niece and nephew for the holidays. There go his work plans. Then a fateful collision on a staircase changes all their lives.


Buy links:
 Smashwords
 Amazon
 In Print Amazon
 In Print at Createspace


Have a great week!
Markee

Sunday, November 30, 2014

December Newsletter

Welcome to December!

Well, we're now getting into winter.  Christmas is just 25 days away.  The hustle and bustle of the season is well underway, and I'm excited for Christmas time.  I love watching the faces of our kids as they open presents, because I usually get them something really strange, just to see what they'll do when they open the present.  My husband does the same thing.  One year, instead of getting me a big candy bar for my stocking, he got me a box of about 30 small Andes Candies and wrapped them individually.  It was hilarious.

This year, I'm going to have to be really creative in surprising my family.  I'm not sure what I'll do, but it'll be fun!

Have a happy and fun-filled December, full of wonder and fun!
SweetTale Books





A New Book!


'Wishing on Mistletoe Mountain' is out in both ebook and paperback!  (More information is here: http://markeeanderson.com/mistletoemountain.html).  This is part of the Cupid Romance Series by Markee Anderson.  Book one is here:  http://markeeanderson.com/adreamtoshare.html




Blurb:
** Cupid Romance Series ** 

When Rebecca St. Claire turns down a proposal of marriage to a potential senator in public, she is thrust into the limelight. Thanks to neighbor, Dr. Zane Forrest, she has an instant rebound man at her side, ready to help. However, the 'rebound man' status changes to something deeper when cupids intervene, making the couple closer while playing a cupid competition. 

Rebecca and Zane have to flee to Mistletoe Mountain, where strange things seem to happen to those who live around it. 

If they end up together, it'll be a miracle not only for the humans, but also for the cupids who've been playing with love.

More information is here:  http://markeeanderson.com/mistletoemountain.html  

Enjoy!




Have a wonderful month and MERRY CHRISTMAS!!
SweetTale Books

Friday, November 28, 2014

New Book for Black Friday!!!

Sick of the pushing and shoving of the season?  Escape from the grind with this new book by Markee Anderson!  It's number two in the Cupid Romance Series of books, and just in time for Christmas!  You can even get it in paperback, for those non-ebook readers on your list...or for yourself!  It's a 'sweet' book (no swearing, no sex) so it's good for all readers.

Wishing on Mistletoe Mountain

by Markee Anderson



Blurb:

** Cupid Romance Series **

When Rebecca St. Claire turns down a proposal of marriage to a potential senator in public, she is thrust into the limelight.  Thanks to neighbor, Dr. Zane Forrest, she has an instant rebound man at her side, ready to help.  However, the 'rebound man' status changes to something deeper when cupids intervene, making the couple closer while playing a cupid competition.

Rebecca and Zane have to flee to Mistletoe Mountain, where strange things seem to happen to those who live around it. 

If they end up together, it'll be a miracle not only for the humans, but also for the cupids who've been playing with love.


Excerpt:

Chapter 1:


"Santa's beard against his red suit… Beautiful bride, dressed all in white…"

People wearing red and green with blinking headbands processed into the restaurant. The sound of their voices rang off-key with a Christmas and a wedding song at the same time. It was pretty awful.

A bad flash mob? It was the strangest thing Rebecca St. Claire had ever seen or heard. Why would anyone ever mix those two songs unless they were having a Christmas wedding? She wasn't even close to planning a wedding. Her boyfriend, Donald Joseph, III, was running for the U.S. Senate. He'd graduated from college seven years ago, and now, his aspirations were sky high, making her less than secondary in his life.

It didn't matter. She'd never marry this guy for one specific reason—the woman who was sitting at that table beside him amidst all his other female advisors.

"Rebecca." Donald leaned closer as the singers changed to 'Santa bells, wedding bells…' "They're playing our song."

"Huh?" Their song about Santa bells? This guy was nuts.

The flash mob approached their table while every other customer stared, some taking video of the event on their cell phones. One man in the far corner even had a tripod with a mounted camera pointed toward their table. That told her one thing—this evening had been planned and probably advertised.

Donald had really done it now.

She leaned closer to him. "I hope this is just a publicity stunt."

He grinned, turned toward Gillian, his 'right-hand, arm, leg, and everything else' advisor, and winked. He never winked or flirted with Rebecca and she knew why. Rebecca would be the trophy wife for him, since she was pretty and as thin as a model. But she'd never live up to his expectations. He'd made that perfectly clear the last time they went out together, describing how she just wasn't that bright but at least she was pretty enough for him. Did he get a 4.0 GPA from a top-notch school? No, but she did. Did he do four internships while in college and hold down a job that was more full-time than part-time? No, but she did. But according to him, she wasn't bright. The thought drove her crazy because she was much brighter than he was. However, since she was a woman and didn't choose a powerful field of study, she didn't count, according to him.

Donald stood up, straightened his three-piece-suit, and flashed the crowd a grin as the blinking-head-awful-singing-mob got closer. He took her hand and helped her to her feet, but she was confused.

The song finally ended and people clapped. Rebecca hoped that was all there was, but when Donald got on one knee, she had to brace herself. Unfortunately, there was more.

Donald reached into his pocket and looked up at Rebecca. "I know we've been dating forever and you've been patiently waiting for me to get my life in order."

Uh, no. Six weeks wasn't that long to date, and he'd just decided to run for congress about three weeks before, getting the paperwork done fast. He had a year yet to get his congressional platform up and running, but didn't waste a minute hiring six pretty female assistants for the campaign. He also never had time for Rebecca, which told her a lot.

Donald continued, still watching her face. "I think it's time we consolidate and marry. Don't you?" He opened a box and showed her a giant ring.

It had to be fake, because Donald never had money. Rebecca always paid for their dates. However, tonight, she knew his campaign would foot the bill for the meal, so she'd decided to join him. That was her first mistake of the evening.

Wait. He was proposing? That was his proposal? Time to consolidate…what? This was ridiculous.

Rebecca sighed, and with a determined stare at his face, crossed her arms. "No."

Donald lost his smile, glaring up at her in shock. After a long moment, he got to his feet. "Did I hear you right?"

"I said no." She tightened her jaw with her arms still crossing her chest. "Not in a million years would I marry you."

With a glance, he showed the audience his displeasure, and then leaned toward Rebecca's ear. "Why not?"

Rebecca cupped her hand around his ear and leaned closer. "Your other girlfriend called me this morning and told me everything. We're through. Since you demanded I join you tonight, I came here to give you one last show of support, and then intended to fade into the background so you could play eensie-weensie-sloppy-footsies, according to Gillian. Sounds stupid to me."

He backed away, slack-jawed, and watched her for a lengthy moment. But he never argued. Rebecca was right and he'd been caught.

He finally turned and walked away.

"Donald?" Gillian got to her feet and ran after him.

Louise stood up and moved closer to Rebecca, hatred covering her face. "You just ruined him." She ran off, followed by the rest of the female assistants.

The patrons, the flash mob, and the wait staff glared at Rebecca. She didn't know what to do, spending an awkward moment while the rest of the people just watched the drama unfold.

Their waiter stepped closer and handed her the bill. "I expect a good tip." He waltzed away.

The main singer for the mob stared at her from the front of the pack, suddenly crossing his arms. "As do we. We weren't paid, either."

Even though Rebecca was only a lowly toy store clerk, she had to pay the bills. There went her credit, at least.

*~*~*

Cindee Cupid was rather new on the job. Her mentor, candy-heart-chain-smoker with a major chip on her shoulder, Coralee Cupid, watched over everything Cindee did.

"No, you don't blow cupid dust on anyone yet. Remember? You made Gillian call Rebecca and tell her everything. So Donald's gone now and we can fix her up with the man of her dreams."

"The doctor, right?"

Coralee nodded and popped another candy heart into her mouth, making the smoke of the sugar drift from between her lips. "The doctor. He's a good man but is sad right now. So we have to make sure Rebecca's happy when she meets him."

"Why can't she do this on her own? Why do we have to meddle?" As soon as Cindee got the words from her mouth, Coralee's lips turned downward and her eyes narrowed. Oops. Cindee had done it again.

Coralee hadn't wanted Gillian to mention the eensie-weensie-sloppy-footsies to Rebecca, but Cindee had used too much truth serum dust on Gillian and she told everything. Coralee wrote her up for that. And now this?

Cindee closed her eyes, just waiting for her punishment.

"It's our job!" Coralee bellowed. The sound was so loud and her breath so strong that Cindee's hair blew away from her face with the comment. No one should be harassed like this. She didn't think she had any recourse to stop Coralee. The woman was nothing more than a lonely, angry bully.

Cindee had to make this better, but it wasn't the time. Instead, she ignored the rest of the screaming and went into her own thoughts, dreaming up bright fields of daisies and sunshine, with happy people surrounding her. The fantasy was definitely better than reality.

~~~~~

Buy Links:

I hope you enjoyed the excerpt!  If so, check it out at these fine retailers:

E-book ($2.99):
 Smashwords
 All Romance eBooks
 OmniLit
 Amazon
 Barnes & Noble
 Kobo


Paperback ($12.99):
 CreateSpace Bookstore


Have a great week!
Markee

Sunday, November 23, 2014

New Book Just Out!!! Wishing on Mistletoe Mountain!

Check out this new book by Markee Anderson!  It's number two in the Cupid Romance Series of books, and just in time for Christmas!  You can even get it in paperback, for those non-ebook readers on your list...or for yourself!  It's a 'sweet' book (no swearing, no sex) so it's good for all readers.

Wishing on Mistletoe Mountain

by Markee Anderson



Blurb:

** Cupid Romance Series **

When Rebecca St. Claire turns down a proposal of marriage to a potential senator in public, she is thrust into the limelight.  Thanks to neighbor, Dr. Zane Forrest, she has an instant rebound man at her side, ready to help.  However, the 'rebound man' status changes to something deeper when cupids intervene, making the couple closer while playing a cupid competition.

Rebecca and Zane have to flee to Mistletoe Mountain, where strange things seem to happen to those who live around it. 

If they end up together, it'll be a miracle not only for the humans, but also for the cupids who've been playing with love.


Excerpt:

Chapter 1:


"Santa's beard against his red suit… Beautiful bride, dressed all in white…"

People wearing red and green with blinking headbands processed into the restaurant. The sound of their voices rang off-key with a Christmas and a wedding song at the same time. It was pretty awful.

A bad flash mob? It was the strangest thing Rebecca St. Claire had ever seen or heard. Why would anyone ever mix those two songs unless they were having a Christmas wedding? She wasn't even close to planning a wedding. Her boyfriend, Donald Joseph, III, was running for the U.S. Senate. He'd graduated from college seven years ago, and now, his aspirations were sky high, making her less than secondary in his life.

It didn't matter. She'd never marry this guy for one specific reason—the woman who was sitting at that table beside him amidst all his other female advisors.

"Rebecca." Donald leaned closer as the singers changed to 'Santa bells, wedding bells…' "They're playing our song."

"Huh?" Their song about Santa bells? This guy was nuts.

The flash mob approached their table while every other customer stared, some taking video of the event on their cell phones. One man in the far corner even had a tripod with a mounted camera pointed toward their table. That told her one thing—this evening had been planned and probably advertised.

Donald had really done it now.

She leaned closer to him. "I hope this is just a publicity stunt."

He grinned, turned toward Gillian, his 'right-hand, arm, leg, and everything else' advisor, and winked. He never winked or flirted with Rebecca and she knew why. Rebecca would be the trophy wife for him, since she was pretty and as thin as a model. But she'd never live up to his expectations. He'd made that perfectly clear the last time they went out together, describing how she just wasn't that bright but at least she was pretty enough for him. Did he get a 4.0 GPA from a top-notch school? No, but she did. Did he do four internships while in college and hold down a job that was more full-time than part-time? No, but she did. But according to him, she wasn't bright. The thought drove her crazy because she was much brighter than he was. However, since she was a woman and didn't choose a powerful field of study, she didn't count, according to him.

Donald stood up, straightened his three-piece-suit, and flashed the crowd a grin as the blinking-head-awful-singing-mob got closer. He took her hand and helped her to her feet, but she was confused.

The song finally ended and people clapped. Rebecca hoped that was all there was, but when Donald got on one knee, she had to brace herself. Unfortunately, there was more.

Donald reached into his pocket and looked up at Rebecca. "I know we've been dating forever and you've been patiently waiting for me to get my life in order."

Uh, no. Six weeks wasn't that long to date, and he'd just decided to run for congress about three weeks before, getting the paperwork done fast. He had a year yet to get his congressional platform up and running, but didn't waste a minute hiring six pretty female assistants for the campaign. He also never had time for Rebecca, which told her a lot.

Donald continued, still watching her face. "I think it's time we consolidate and marry. Don't you?" He opened a box and showed her a giant ring.

It had to be fake, because Donald never had money. Rebecca always paid for their dates. However, tonight, she knew his campaign would foot the bill for the meal, so she'd decided to join him. That was her first mistake of the evening.

Wait. He was proposing? That was his proposal? Time to consolidate…what? This was ridiculous.

Rebecca sighed, and with a determined stare at his face, crossed her arms. "No."

Donald lost his smile, glaring up at her in shock. After a long moment, he got to his feet. "Did I hear you right?"

"I said no." She tightened her jaw with her arms still crossing her chest. "Not in a million years would I marry you."

With a glance, he showed the audience his displeasure, and then leaned toward Rebecca's ear. "Why not?"

Rebecca cupped her hand around his ear and leaned closer. "Your other girlfriend called me this morning and told me everything. We're through. Since you demanded I join you tonight, I came here to give you one last show of support, and then intended to fade into the background so you could play eensie-weensie-sloppy-footsies, according to Gillian. Sounds stupid to me."

He backed away, slack-jawed, and watched her for a lengthy moment. But he never argued. Rebecca was right and he'd been caught.

He finally turned and walked away.

"Donald?" Gillian got to her feet and ran after him.

Louise stood up and moved closer to Rebecca, hatred covering her face. "You just ruined him." She ran off, followed by the rest of the female assistants.

The patrons, the flash mob, and the wait staff glared at Rebecca. She didn't know what to do, spending an awkward moment while the rest of the people just watched the drama unfold.

Their waiter stepped closer and handed her the bill. "I expect a good tip." He waltzed away.

The main singer for the mob stared at her from the front of the pack, suddenly crossing his arms. "As do we. We weren't paid, either."

Even though Rebecca was only a lowly toy store clerk, she had to pay the bills. There went her credit, at least.

*~*~*

Cindee Cupid was rather new on the job. Her mentor, candy-heart-chain-smoker with a major chip on her shoulder, Coralee Cupid, watched over everything Cindee did.

"No, you don't blow cupid dust on anyone yet. Remember? You made Gillian call Rebecca and tell her everything. So Donald's gone now and we can fix her up with the man of her dreams."

"The doctor, right?"

Coralee nodded and popped another candy heart into her mouth, making the smoke of the sugar drift from between her lips. "The doctor. He's a good man but is sad right now. So we have to make sure Rebecca's happy when she meets him."

"Why can't she do this on her own? Why do we have to meddle?" As soon as Cindee got the words from her mouth, Coralee's lips turned downward and her eyes narrowed. Oops. Cindee had done it again.

Coralee hadn't wanted Gillian to mention the eensie-weensie-sloppy-footsies to Rebecca, but Cindee had used too much truth serum dust on Gillian and she told everything. Coralee wrote her up for that. And now this?

Cindee closed her eyes, just waiting for her punishment.

"It's our job!" Coralee bellowed. The sound was so loud and her breath so strong that Cindee's hair blew away from her face with the comment. No one should be harassed like this. She didn't think she had any recourse to stop Coralee. The woman was nothing more than a lonely, angry bully.

Cindee had to make this better, but it wasn't the time. Instead, she ignored the rest of the screaming and went into her own thoughts, dreaming up bright fields of daisies and sunshine, with happy people surrounding her. The fantasy was definitely better than reality.

~~~~~

Buy Links:

I hope you enjoyed the excerpt!  If so, check it out at these fine retailers:

E-book ($2.99):
 Smashwords
 All Romance eBooks
 OmniLit
 Amazon
 Barnes & Noble
 Kobo


Paperback ($12.99):
 CreateSpace Bookstore


Have a great week!
Markee

Friday, November 21, 2014

Experience a Sweet Story

Have you checked out the books at SweetTale Books?  They're all fun, swearing-free and sex-free, and all include a little romance.  With four major 'writers' (more like pen names for the same writer), there are just as many genres.

Come join in the fun and experience a sweet story, with a few sweet books with character today!

Here are the books and the links:

or click on http://sweettalebooks.blogspot.com/p/sweet-tale-books.html to see the same thing:


Contemporary Romances:




Mysteries/Adventures:




Christian Romances:




Young Adult Paranormal/Sci-Fi:


Have a great week! See you between the pages of a book at SweetTale Books! :)

Markee