Sunday, December 23, 2012

Merry Christmas. Enjoy Your Gift.

Happy Holidays. I'm wishing you all the best of holidays, and to help with merriment, I have a gift for you. PERFECT, as kindle download, will be free through Christmas Day. So hop on over to Amazon and grab your copy. If you would please like the page and check the little tag boxes for me, I'd really appreciate it.


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What's it about? Read on.

Welcome to picturesque Black Moose, Vermont where everyone knows your name, and if they don’t, they soon will. The town is charming. The snow is fresh. The evergreens out on Mini-moose point are beautiful. The cider is as warm as the town folks’ hearts, and this Christmas, love is in the air for an unlikely couple.

Dylan Kincaid totally screwed up Thanksgiving and now he’s faced with Christmas. Thrown into the frightening role of both mother and father while his brother and sister-in-law are off serving their country, all Dylan wants is to make Christmas perfect for his two nieces. Time is running out and he has no clue how to make it all come together. He’s a man for goodness sakes.

Down on her luck Charleston, S.C. restaurateur, Darcy Witherspoon is licking a wounded ego when she arrives in Black Moose, VT and meets the handsome Maple tree farmer. Wanting a happy holiday herself, she teams up with Dylan to make a perfect Christmas.

Neither is interested in a holiday affair, but the magic of Christmas has something more everlasting in store for the couple. An absolutely perfect love!


Sunday, December 16, 2012

Christmas is only a week away.

At the insistence of his best-friend, Marine Cole Hanson returns to Mountain Pine, Pennsylvania for the holiday celebration. While he is not looking forward to facing the woman who broke his heart and has haunted his dreams, a small part of him hopes part of their past can be erased and they could start their relationship a new. When he sees Gina trembling in handcuffs, accused of murder, he steps up as her alibi, but can he keep her safe from the real killer.

One minute, Gina is planning the perfect holiday with her new boyfriend and the next she is in handcuffs and facing murder charges. Just when she thinks she’ll spend Christmas in jail, she looks up into the eyes that once had promised to love her forever. Cole. The memory of how he’d crushed her heart, keeps her from jumping into his arms until the truth of their past is revealed.

But, is it too late for them? A killer is determined to make Gina his next victim.

IN THE PRESENCE OF EVIL Available on Amazon and B&N

Sunday, December 2, 2012

Holiday Contest Winner Announced!

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Monday, November 26, 2012


Happy Holidays! Thank you for stopping by. I'm in the decorating mood as you can tell.

Days after Thanksgiving and I open my refrigerator and a platter of turkey still fills the top shelf. There’s too much. My DH and I could eat turkey for a week and still have leftovers. How could this be? The kids all went home with their share yet still there is so much.

Looking ahead, the months are going to be much colder. The northwest wind will rattle the window panes, leaving behind lacey fingerprints. My Irish Setter will wear a white muzzle most of the time because he’ll constantly dig in the snow, sniffing out a field mouse or chipmunk. My DH’s cheeks will rival Santa Claus’ complexion after an hour of plowing. Yes, the months of ahead are perfect for hearty soups that will warm the body and spirit. So today I will take that turkey, cut it up into bite size pieces and freeze it.

Do you have a favorite turkey leftover recipe to share? Here is one of my favorite.

1 cup chopped celery
1 cup peeled and sliced carrots
4 medium potatoes peeled and diced
1 cup of frozen peas
2 to 3 cups of diced turkey
32 oz of chicken/turkey broth ( I freeze left over broth too)

One bag of potpie noodles. I love making my own potpie but in a pinch I use commercial made.


Add to tablespoons of oil to warm stock pot. Add celery, carrots and potatoes, stir constantly for about three minutes. Add turkey and frozen peas and parsley. Stir for another minute or so. Add broth and three cups of water. Bring mixture to a boil. Add potpie. Salt and pepper to taste. Cook until potpie is soft but not mushy. Let stand for a few about three minutes and serve with thick slices of toasted bread. YUM.

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Monday, November 12, 2012

A Special Christmas Present - CONTEST ALERT

WINNER Announcement!!!

Cindy Overton is the winner the beautiful Holiday gift inside this bag.

Congrats! I'll be contacting your shortly. I hope you enjoy.


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I'm holding a special contest for my newletter followers. On December 1, 2012, I’m going to pick one lucky newsletter follower to receive a special Holiday Present.

Unfortunately, for this contest, the winner needs to be in the USA.

So if you’d like to be included in the drawing for this special lovely holiday gift, please jump over to my website and click the button to join my quarterly newsletter. (Don't worry. I don't send out mass amounts of emails, just special ones) Then email me at with I Love The Holidays in the subject line.

Now, since I want you to have the gift in time for the holidays, I’m setting a deadline of November 30, 2012 11:59:59 pm EST to enter. I’ll pick the winner on December first and announce the winner in my 4th Q newsletter.

Enter right now. It really is easy.

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It really is a beautiful gift. And my newsletters are filled with tid-bits, recipes, and other great things of interest.

Happy Holidays! AJ

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Sunday, November 11, 2012

Seize the opportunity today to both remember our fallen and thank those who've served our country, and those who still do. Without our brave men and women, we wouldn't be the proud, free Americans we are.

Friday, November 9, 2012

Just In Time For The Holidays

I'm happy to announce the Amazon release of my very first Christmas story, PERFECT. I hope you'll stop over and take a peek. It is also available on B&N soon. Now, please enjoy the blurb.

Dylan Kincaid totally screwed up Thanksgiving and now he’s faced with Christmas. Thrown into the frightening role of both mother and father while his brother and sister-in-law are off serving their country, all Dylan wants is to make Christmas perfect for his two ni
eces. But time is running out.

Down on her luck Charleston, S.C. restaurateur, Darcy Witherspoon is licking a wounded ego when she arrives in Black Moose, VT and meets the handsome Maple tree farmer. Wanting a happy holiday herself, she teams up with Dylan to make a perfect Christmas.

Neither is interested in a holiday affair, but the magic of Christmas has something more everlasting in store for the couple. An absolutely perfect love!

Friday, September 21, 2012

You're A Brave Woman, Nicole.

A handsome US Marshal held her heart, but a monster held her life.

Seized By Darkness

Will's hands landed on her shoulders and suddenly she found herself facing him. Through her thin shirt her skin warmed under his touch.

His brow lined with furrows while he studied her.

“You’re not nothing. You’re a strong, brave woman who has put her life on the line not only to save herself, but her son and Susie and hundreds of others. If your parents were here, they’d tell you how proud they are of you.”

Her laughter sounded evil to her own ears. “Proud that I was made to be a whore.”

Will’s skin flushed with crimson anger and his fingers bit into her skin as he shook her. “You’re not a whore. You never were. I don’t want to hear you call yourself that again. Do you understand, Nicole?”

Staring into the depths of his rage, she swallowed. Will truly understood her torment.
She looked down, blinked back the hot tears welling up inside her, and nodded.

Will’s grip relaxed and his hands slid over her shoulders to her back. He held her in place and stepped closer. The feel of his body meeting hers, chest to chest, thigh to thigh, sent Nicole’s pulse racing.

He was just comforting her she thought. Will didn’t love her. She’d be a fool to think he ever could.

With her head against his chest, she closed her eyes and listened to the rhythm of his heart. She recorded the feel of his hard muscles and the way his breath felt against her hair. She inhaled the mixed floral scent of the fabric softener he used and his spicy cologne. A smile tucked at her lips.

Oh, how she wished there could be something more between them. A wild thought popped to mind. A night together? One she could remember and cherish in the years to come while she slept alone.

No. That had to be the worst idea she’d ever had. While her body would thank her a hundred times over, her heart couldn’t take the rejection that unquestionably would happen in the moments after. Somewhere over the last two months, she had fallen for Will and loving him was a mistake.

She leaned into him. One more minute of bliss and then she’d let him go.

Will’s massage replaced the tension in her back muscles with tender comfort and sent hopeful tingles up her spine, acknowledging that a bond had formed between them.
He sighed against her head. “You know, this isn’t the best idea.”
Nicole braced herself against the ache surrounding her heart. Either Will knew how she felt about him and didn’t feel the same way or he also knew there was no future between them.

“You’re probably right.” Sighing, she pulled back and was captured by the storm in his eyes.

Will’s gaze dropped to her lips and just like hers, his heartbeat went wild under her palm. Afraid she’d miss the moment, she didn’t blink.

“Oh, hell.” Will lowered his head and his tender lips brushed across hers.

Seized By Darkness is available on Amazon and at B&N in both paperback and digital.

I hope enjoy!

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Beginnings, Blogs, and Books

September 20, 2012

Today, I welcome Selena Fulton. Let's see what she has to say.

Thanks, Autumn.

When it comes to that part of the week where I normally post a blog, I pull up a blank document. And stare at the screen. And freeze. What do I write about today?

You’d think a writer would have no problem blogging, and maybe for some it’s easy. After all, blogging seems a lot like talking. I like to talk. Got into trouble all the time for talking in school. In fact, in fourth grade my poor teacher moved me all over the classroom, trying to find someone I wouldn’t talk to. She couldn’t.

I digress.

So to get past my writers blogging block, I pretend I’m talking to a friend. I try not to think that my blog will be out there…for the world to see…

Sometimes when I blog, I think “Does anybody care what I write?” Um, well if they didn’t, why would they read it? Moreover, if you don’t think anyone wants to read what you write, why are you writing a book?

Would you believe, many writers have the same kind of doubts about their books? We write a book, falling in love with our characters. We know our story by heart, yet when we have to talk about it, whether it be pitching it to an agent or editor, or submitting via email or snail mail, the moment of reckoning comes and we freeze. Our mouths go dry and our heart beats a staccato rhythm. What if I’m not good enough? What if they hate it? What if???

Self-doubt will kill you before you get out of the starting gate. It’s like going on that first date. He’s the Prince Charming, and you’re the Ugly Duckling. Am I right? Are there others like me out there in cyberspace? Those writers who are kind of shy, wondering what will tickle the fancy of the reader, reviewer, or blog enthusiast?

I’ve been asked, “How do you decide what to write?” Well, an idea for a story pops in my head. Sometimes it comes from a dream, or something I see on TV or the Internet. I mull it over in my mind, thinking about who these people are and why they want me to write their story. I think about them while I’m driving down the road, going grocery shopping, or cleaning the house. Like a Polaroid photo, the story comes into focus.
In the case of my novella, Never Let Go, I love reading time travels, and wanted to take a stab at writing one. I have always been intrigued with the time period of the American Civil War, and have even dressed up during re-enactments. I love the antebellum dresses and wondered what it would be like for a modern woman to suddenly be thrust into another century. Her language and mannerisms would be different, as well as her clothing. What is acceptable behavior of our century would seem odd, even brash to a man of the 1800’s.

So as I close my blog about blogging and writing and ask, “What do you think makes a good blog? What kind of content interests you as a reader? Better yet, what kind of book interests you? Are you drawn in by the cover, the back blurb, or maybe it’s name recognition of your favorite author?

In my time-travel novella, Never Let Go, my modern heroine has been devastated by her unfaithful husband. She grows a tough skin and moves on, deciding she’s done with men and makes no bones about it. Yet, deep inside, she’s still an old-fashioned girl, longing to be loved by an old-fashioned man. A man who will come and sweep her off her feet, a man with honor and commitment. Unfortunately, she also believes such a man no longer exists.

My hero, on the other hand, finds this modern woman disturbing. Her hair is cut short, she wears indecent clothing, and her brash language is anything but ladylike. Couple that with her absurd talk of being from the future, he wonders if she is insane too. Yet there is a vulnerability about her that draws him in.

Find out how their love spans the barrier of time and they find a way to share a life together. Visit or click on the link below.

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Kendra Prescott, a high-powered Atlanta real estate broker, is sent England to coax the owner to sell a beautiful cottage. Family portraits line the stairway, and Kendra finds one man, Benjamin Sheffield fascinating. Too bad he lived almost two centuries ago.

In eighteen sixty-three, Benjamin Sheffield escaped England because of a trumped up murder charge. He came to America to disappear in the vast Western frontier, but is delayed by a little thing called the War Between The States.
When Kendra falls and loses consciousness, she wakes up in the middle of Civil War torn Georgia. She doesn’t know what happened to the cottage, but when she sees Ben, she realizes he is the key, her only chance of returning to her own time. Trouble is, now that she’s met him, she isn’t sure she wants to.

About the Author

Selena Fulton was born in a small town in Indiana and moved to Florida as a teen. Now that their daughter has grown, Selena and her husband are empty nesters – if you don’t count the cat! She enjoys camping, morning strolls along the seashore, making jewelry, and reading.

Selena discovered her love of writing at nine years old, when she wrote her first poem, and has been writing ever since. She worked on her school newspaper where she created a poetry section, which still exists to this day.

A multi-published author, she belongs to First Coast Romance Writers, Romance Writers of America, American Christian Fiction Writers, and Ancient City Romance Authors. She believes in “paying it forward” by working with fellow authors in her critique groups.

Come check out her out on Facebook or go to her blog at, because it’s all about the journey…

Sunday, September 16, 2012

September 16, 2012

I’m late for a blog post. What do I do? What could I say that would be of interest to my cyber friends?


Okay. I live in adventure valley, or so my mother always called it. There is rarely a week that goes by without something happening that will fire up the valley’s grapevine. Some times the news is horrendous; a fire, an accident or someone has taken sick. Then there are times when the news is wonderful; a couple got engaged or married, a baby is born or the news breaks and there will be a new baby, or a writer comes out of her closet and everyone learns she is writing romance. GRIN.

I love the happy weeks.

The valley’s grapevine news leads to drama and drama is what great plots are crocked full of. At my recent book signing a reader asked, “Where do you get your ideas from?” If you’re a writer reading this post, I’m sure you’ve had the same question asked of you. If you’re a reader, I’ll tell you what I told her. “All I have to do is look at the world around me and I get bombarded with ideas."

This week in adventure valley, my pastor did an act instead of his usual sermon during worship. It was hilarious, IMO, and got his biblical point across. I felt like clapping afterwards and yelling BRAVO! I think half the congregation did, but the other half might’ve had reservations about his approach to convey God’s message. If I was writing inspirational novels, I would certainly build on this scenario.

Maybe something like this…

Pastor Mark’s aftershave preceded him into the tiny sanctuary. “Jacob, what in the world were you thinking?”

Jacob finished snapping his robe and straitened its shoulders to fit the hanger before turning to face the senior pastor of this little Lutheran church, which he had hoped would be the place of his calling. That was until he had his wacky idea and instead of doing the sermon as he had written, he acted it out . By Pastor Mark’s tone he had just committed blaspheme. “Half the congregation was falling asleep. I thought I’d changed things up a bit.”

“We don’t change things up here. As soon as service was over, Lyondell Carson, jumped me.”

“Are you okay?” Jacob ceased his brow in playful concern.

“Don’t think I’m an old fool young man." Pastor Mark shook his finger at him. “Lyondell is the church council’s president. He is not happy with what went down here today. The council follows his lead on every decision."

“It sounds like the council members need to remember who they represent, the congregation.”

“Don’t be daft.”

A soft knock on the doorframe turned their heads.

Jacob’s heart leaped in his chest, staring into eyes as blue as the spring sky outside.

A shy smile tugged the woman’s pink lips before she turned her gaze to the older man. “Pastor, I’m sorry, to interrupt.”

“What is it, Maggie?”

“I just wanted to tell Pastor Jacob how much I enjoyed his sermon.”

“You did?” Jacob stepped around Pastor Mark and extended his hand. Electrical charges pulsed up his arm as she placed her delicate hand in his. “Thank you.”

“I truly hope the council approves your stay with us.”

He could get lost staring at this women’s angelic face. “Thank you, again.”

She pulled his hand from his. “I better go. The children are waiting.”

Children. Jacob’s heart throbbed once and dropped to his stomach. She was married?

He watched as she backed away and then stepped into the threshold himself to watch her walk down the church aisle. “Who is she?” he asked Pastor Mark.

“Lyondell Carson’s daughter. She teaches the pre-school Sunday class.”

And so the story begins...

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Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Welcome Guest Nancy Jardine

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Thank you for inviting me to your blog today, Autumn. I’m always delighted to pop in to new places. I’d like to pose a question for you, and your readers, to explain my reasoning for writing my first historical novel, The Beltane Choice.

What fascinates me about Celtic Britain?

I’m honoured to have lived virtually all my life in Scotland, a country that’s steeped in history. A few hundred yards from my house there will be something still visible on the landscape that’s been there for a very long time. Perhaps it’s the nearby ruins of Hallforest Castle, built in 1296, a square keep which had six floors and is now the most fantastic crumbling shape. Or it could be one of the many Bronze Age standing stone circles.

I moved to Aberdeenshire, Scotland, more than twenty years ago and set about visiting as many of the local ancient monuments as I could. I became particularly fascinated by the scattered-stone ruins of an Iron Age hillfort fortification that sits just below the summit of Mither Tap, the most prominent peak of the range of hills called Bennachie (pronounced Ben-Ah-Hee) which lies about nine miles away from my home village. Mither Tap pokes up, a proud conical peak, though it is only 518 metres (1699ft) high, the range dominating the skyline because of the flatness of the surrounding terrain. The name Mither Tap is said to be very ancient, and possibly has an ancient religious significance it being a mammary shape, and the various stone circles surrounding the hills having particular alignments to it. I was delighted to also find out at the time that Bennachie was a prime contender for the Battle of Mons Graupius – a fierce battle waged between the Roman Army and the Celtic tribes of the north led by a Celtic chief named Calgacus.

Before then I knew a bit about the Bronze Age in Scotland, though little about the Iron Age. As a history graduate, that was a shocking admission. I set out to learn what I could. I absorbed information about Celtic hill forts, comprising of varying numbers of roundhouses. I tried to envisage what the one at the top of Mither Tap might have looked like, though failed at first. Imagining the surrounding stone wall of the hillfort was easy but what lay behind the wall? I couldn’t comprehend how, perhaps as many as ten, wooden roundhouses could have sat so high up, bared to the elements.

The construction of a typical Celtic roundhouse was intriguing. I learned which materials might have been used for the central pole and roof timbers. What might have been a typical central height was determined by the local cropping of a timber slender, sturdy and tall enough. It was also determined by man power and tools available to set and maintain it in place. Wattled walls, and inner partitions, were made from hurdles of woven wood-strong and suitably pliable for the bending necessary in the weaving process - the daubing of clay, dung and straw an effective draught proofing.

Sadly, my knowledge was gained from books as there is no reconstructed Celtic roundhouse anywhere near my home.

1994 brought some excitement. An Iron Age crannog building over Loch Tay was being undertaken, with expertise from underwater archaeologists! It took a while to open to the public but it was 2001 before I stopped in at The Scottish Crannog Centre. It was wonderful to experience the sensations of living in a Celtic roundhouse perched over the waters of the loch.

The visit topped up knowledge of Celtic Scotland and tied in well with my teaching since I was fortunate to teach about the Celtic/ Roman period in my primary classes. We tried as many Celtic building and craft task as was possible and had a heap of fun!

My historical novel, The Beltane Choice, set in Celtic Britain was conceived, though I chose to set the story in the border areas between Scotland and England. Naturally I had to include a Celtic hillfort, and I also felt a pressing need to include a stop at a crannog dwelling for the main protagonists in the story. You might guess why!

The Beltane Choice ends a few years before A.D. 83 when Agricolan surges to the north east of Scotland took place, the Battle of Mons Graupius documented as happening during this time of Agricolan campaigning.

I find it fascinating that Mons Graupius has been translated as a place of a conical hill. Sadly, there are other contenders for the site of Mons Graupius and Bennachie is not necessarily the current firm favourite, yet, as a novelist I prefer to think it is an excellent site for the battle. A sequel to The Beltane Choice has been started, and the action just might culminate in, or be centred on, Mons Graupius. And…it might just happen in Aberdeenshire, at Bennachie.

My novel…my choice!

My thanks to you, Autumn, for allowing me to visit today and to witter on about my passion for Celtic Britain. 

Blurb for The Beltane Choice:

Can the Celtic Tribes repel the Roman army? AD 71

Banished from the nemeton, becoming a priestess is no longer the future for Nara, a princess of the Selgovae tribe. Now charged with choosing a suitable mate before Beltane, her plan is thwarted by Lorcan, an enemy Brigante prince, who captures her and takes her to his hill fort. Despite their tribes fighting each other, Nara feels drawn to her captor, but time runs out for her secret quest.

As armies of the Roman Empire march relentlessly northwards, Lorcan intends to use Nara as a marriage bargain, knowing all Celtic tribes must unite to be strong enough to repel imminent Roman attack. Nara’s father, Callan, agrees to a marriage alliance between Selgovae and Brigante, but has impossible stipulations. Lorcan is torn between loyalty to his tribe and growing love for Nara.

When danger and death arrive in the form of the mighty Roman forces, will Nara be able to choose her Beltane lover?

A former Primary teacher, Nancy Jardine lives in the picturesque castle country of

Aberdeenshire, Scotland, with her husband who feeds her well or she’d starve! Ancestry research is one of her hobbies, as is participating in exciting events with her family which drag her away from the keyboard. In her large garden she now grows spectacular weeds, which she’s becoming very fond of!
Author Links: Twitter @nansjar
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Other books by Nancy Jardine:
Monogamy Twist – a history mystery contemporary romance
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Take Me Now- a contemporary fun read:
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Saturday, September 8, 2012

The Lovers of Seized By Darkness

My name is Nicole. It is not Katrina. That is the name Gorgon Novokoff calls me. I’m a victim. I’m also a survivor. I never thought I could kill someone but…
For eight long years, the monster controlled me. Owned me.

He told me over and over, that I was his, I would not escape and I would never be loved by another man. I wouldn’t let myself believe him. I couldn’t if I ever wanted to see my family again.

I bore him a son. Let me tell you there is nothing stronger than a lioness protecting her cub. It was that instinct that caused me to kill. Or so I thought.

I’m team leader for the U.S. Marshal’s C.U.F.F. unit, William Haus. Looking for revenge on behalf of a childhood friend, I won’t stop until I take down every human trafficking scumbag. Gorgon Novokoff and his family top my wanted list, operating right here in northeast USA.

Every man and woman who work for the Russian Mafia family I consider lower the snake’s belly, including Katrina, Gorgon’s mistress. They say the devil is beautiful. His mistress is doubly so. I’m worried. Why? Because I'm drawn to her.

Hello. I'm Autumn Jordon, the author of SEIZED BY DARKNESS.

The idea for this story came to me years ago when I walked into my local post office and on the bullentin board saw tucked among the flyers for church socials and postal information a poster of a missing young girl, age 16. Her smiling eyes haunted me. I wondered wherever she was, did she still smile? I swear I could actually feel her strength. I prayed the girl whose picture I saw survived her ordeal and was returned safely to her family. I knew right then I had to write a story about a kidnapped victim and my muse went on its way. Of course, I write romance, so the victim had to grow up and there needed to be a hero. I think Will is the perfect match for Nicole. I think you will too.

SEIZED BY DARKNESS is now available on Amazon and B&N in both paperback and digital download. I hope you’ll follow the links and read more about the story and enjoy the sample.

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Thursday, September 6, 2012

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Thursday, August 30, 2012

No One Puts Baby In...

Labor Day weekend is here. Can you believe it? The summer has flown by and I have this mean desire to watch Dirty Dancing. The movie takes me back years, to an innocent time, and I just want to sit and remember. My family vacation wasn't like Baby's family though. We live in the mountains similar to the ones Baby visited, so we... Well, it went more like this.

Four-thirty a.m. Once a year, my parents' alarm clock would buzz with special meaning. Any other morning, if my parents were up especially early, my sister and I would roll over and go back to sleep. After all it was summer and after a months of sleeping in, it is what we were use to doing.

But, this day was special, it was the first weekend of August, and we would shoot from our beds as if they were on fire. We would scramble to use the bathroom before our three brothers were shaken from their beds by dad. Afterwards, we’d rip into the outfits we meticulously chosen the night before, grab our packed suitcases and head to the car. The sky’s center was always as black as the well in the hollow. One star always dangled on the canvas, however, and sky’s lower edge burned with the rising sun.

Excitiement bubbled in our veins. Our summer vacation to Atlantic City was finally here.

Within the hour, my two uncles and aunts, and my twelve cousins filled the two cars who met us at the edge of the drive. We, the older cousins, had worked at odd jobs all summer and saved in anticipation of spending our earnings anyway we wanted. I always came home with a ceramic horse. Remember Roy Rodger's horse Trigger. He was mine.

My parents never made reservations and somehow we always found rooms. So while dad and my uncles went inside the hotel (anyone remember the Mayflower-it was our first choice) and acquire rooms for all twenty-three of us, we’d sit in the car. Our necks grew damp as the morning sun rose, glaring off the car's hood. French fries, candy cotton and fish wafted in the air. The buzz of the big city, the roar of the ocean beyond the boardwalk , the call of “Watch the Tramcar, please” made our legs twitch. After a three hour ride, we wanted out and get on with our vacation.

Three days is what we had to enjoy another world. A world where hundreds of Miss
Americas had strolled the boardwalk. Where a white stallion dove into a swimming pool.

Three days is all it took to etch into my memory the feel of the hot sand as we hopped toward the cool foam of the waves, and the laughter shared as we romped in the ocean and Uncle Lee lost his teeth, and the way my blood rushed searching for my little lost cousin George among the crowd of thousands. To this day, the Coppertone Baby signifies a carefree summer for me and the scent from the lotion speeds me back to the innocent time. Also, to this day, I haven’t found ice cream sandwiches as good as the ones we devoured on the AC beach. You know. The sandwiches laced with sea salt and sand.

I think I’ll go poolside this weekend, as much as I can, and crack the lotion bottle. Maybe have an ice cream sandwich.

I’d love to hear one of your summer vacation memories over the Labor Day weekend.

Thursday, August 16, 2012

My Life Went Into The Toilet


My name is Stephanie, and I have a story for you.

It all started Labor Day weekend. It was so peaceful in the cool, green mountains of northeast Pennsylvania. Well, as peaceful as it could be with two kids who didn't want to be camping with their mom.

Then it happened.



It didn't take me long to realize who I was dealing with.

Needless to say that I was scared out of my mind. Look at me. Where was I to hide from the Russian Mafia?

Then John came into our lives. He was working the case. Together, I knew we had a chance.

Yes, some say we shouldn't have fallen in love. FBI agents don't do that. Right? (ROLLING EYES) The heart knows what it wants.

The weeks the kids, John and I spent on the run are ones we'll never forget and neither will you.
HIS WITNESS TO EVIL is FREE as a Amazon download Thursday & Friday (Aug. 16 & 17)

Please spread the word. What I learned teaming up with the FBI might help you one day.

And while you're at Amazon, check out my new release SEIZED BY DARKNESS. Thanks for stopping by.

Friday, August 10, 2012

Why I do what I do?

I love reading romantic suspense and if you’re reading this, it’s a given you do too. Awesome! We’re kindred spirits.

Want to know why I love writing romantic suspense? Yes, because I love to read the genre, silly, but seriously, I love writing romantic suspense because of the research. When an idea comes to me, I can’t wait to start to digging into a topic and finding the most intriguing facts. Sometimes data or comments by industry professionals lead me to other fascinating subjects. At times, the story idea I started out to write about is left by the wayside because my research has uncovered a more interesting subject. (Imagine a wicked laugh and me wringing my hands together here —BAWAWA)

In my March release, HIS WITNESS TO EVIL, (available at Amazon) the idea came from an occurrence at my work. I worked as a corp. secretary, who wore many hats, for a mid-size trucking company. No. The company name remains undisclosed for obvious reasons. I knew tractor-trailers were heisted. I had to deal with the law enforcement officers in a few states and insurance companies. I also knew the U.S. treasury transported U.S. currency by tractor-trailers, well because… Not saying more. I started to think what if units carrying currency were targeted. Hmmm I my muse took over.

Now, since I worked within the transportation industry, the research for that facet of the book was at my fingertips. But when I thought about who would be targeting the tractor-trailers and how they would know which of the many vehicles to heist, I started researching the U.S. Treasury, organized crime and law enforcement jurisdictions. From my research came an idea, but of course I had to check the scenario out to see if it was plausible. Enter the FBI. I interviewed a director of the agency and learned not only was my idea plausible but had indeed, in part, occurred. BINGO!

You really want to know what the FBI confirmed, don’t you? Well you’ll have read His Witness To Evil. It’s available on Amazon .
Mr. FBI man really was nice and was kind enough to share some of his personal and family life with me. I think talking to him, helped me develop a great heroin John Dolton. In fact, a reviewer for RT stated: John Dolton is the best character; his background and the sorrow he lives with make a good subplot. Readers will wish they were the ones offering him a shoulder to cry on.

You can see why I love research. One note before I share an excerpt of HIS WITNESS TO EVIL. The wide-world web has made it so easy to find answers to almost anything. I’ll caution you however, to double check your research findings with several different sources, because, as you know, you can’t believe everything you read on the net.

Now, HIS WITNESS TO EVIL by Autumn Jordon

Suddenly, a hand slapped across her mouth and a strong arm circled her waist, lifting her off her feet. Her nostrils flared against the ridge of skin as she fought to suck in air and the scent of the man dragging her away.
A car whizzed by but didn’t stop. The street ahead was deserted except for two elderly women waiting for a bus and a couple standing on the corner. They had their backs to her. They didn’t see her.
She searched wildly for anyone who would come to her rescue. There was no one.
The street disappeared and red brick imprisoned her and her attacker on both sides as the man carried her deeper into the deserted alley. Foul smelling dumpsters, broken crates and cardboard boxes limp from the downpour on Saturday night filled the alley.
While her toes fought to touch the ground, her fingernails dug into tan skin. She struggled helplessly to free herself.
“Owww. Will you stop clawing me?” The deep tone heated her ear.
“John,” she mumbled against his hand. She twisted and strained to look back. Relief washed through her.
“Quiet.” He deposited her into a deep doorway.
Her purse slipped from her shoulder and dropped to the ground as she spun on her heel. Without thought, she flung her arms around his neck. His hard chest crushed her breasts. “I was so scared. I didn’t want to leave you and Zohara. I’m so glad you’re alive.”
“Me too,” he whispered into her ear.
She pulled back. His smile was faint, but it was there. Her hands trailed down his arms and found the bandage. “Your arm.”
“It’s nothing. A cut.”
“I shouldn’t have left you and—”
“You did the right thing, Steph. Where are the kids?”
“They’re safe.”
He looked at her warily, probably wondering where she could hide them and feel safe about doing so.
She squared her shoulders. “No one saw us. I wasn’t going to bring them until I knew it was safe. Whoever is looking for us could spot us faster if we were together, so I left them at the library with Susan. No one will look for them there. And if something happens to me…” Stephanie swallowed hard, fear rippling through her. “Well, Susan knows my mother. She’d call her.”
At the sound of a door opening, John glanced around the doorway’s edge. He pushed her into the corner, shielding her with his body.
With her nose pressed against his chest, she drew in a mixture of his musk scent and blood.
The sound of someone throwing trash into the dumpster mingled with the throb of her heart. Protected by John, she closed her eyes and waited.
“Damn,” he said.
Stephanie’s head snapped up. “What do you mean, damn?”
“Shh.” John’s hands found her hips and pulled her even closer—hip to hip. The butt of his gun poked her ribs. No protective vests shielded her from the feel of him.
His burning gaze told her of his plan only a moment before his lips, full and hot, crushed hers.
His hands trailed down her backside, lifting her against his hard body. She ran her hands up his strong arms. The world reeled away, leaving her and John alone, enjoying the warm comfort of each other as their bodies molded together.
“Hey! Hey, buddy. What are you doing there?” A man called from a short distance.
John pulled back. Instantly the air between them cooled and Stephanie shivered, wanting more of him.
“Calm down, Mac. The lady and I are on a coffee break. Right, babe?”
Dazed, her gaze locked with his. She knew what he wanted from her.
“Miss?” The stocky man wearing a bloody butcher’s apron glanced at her purse before his hard glare landed on John. The man’s burly arms hosted clamped fists and his stance changed. He was ready to pounce on John at her word.
“Leave us alone. We’ve only got ten minutes.” Stephanie slowly laced her arms around John’s neck and flashed a wicked smile at the man. She went up on her toes and buried her face in John’s neck and nibbled away, enjoying the salty taste of him.