Interview With Ilona Fridl, Author of Iris Rainbow

22 Jul

Iris Rainbow, a women's fiction romance by Ilona FridlI’m delighted to welcome Ilona Fridl for an interview and a look at her new women’s fiction with romance, Iris Rainbow.

Hi, Ilona, so glad to have you here today. Tell us a little about Iris Rainbow.

The story is set in California and takes in a thirty year span. It shows the darker side of the 60s rock and drug scene and how two people eventually overcame their crucibles.


Rebellious teen Teri Darden comes of age in the Summer of Love, 1967, falling hard for Tim Olson, who plays bass guitar in a soon-to-be-famous rock band called Virgin Ram. When the band goes on a lengthy tour, Tim and Teri not only lose touch with each other but the lies of his spiteful ex-girlfriend push Teri into the dark side of sex, drugs, and rock ‘n’ roll in the San Francisco of the 1960s. As his year-long tour comes to a close, Tim realizes how much he has missed Teri, but his efforts to find her again are futile. He goes from one bad marriage to another yet is always searching for Teri, until they meet again thirty years later. Neither could quite forget the other, but can they rekindle what was lost?

What inspired this story? 

The song “Your Wildest Dreams” by The Moody Blues. When the song first came out, I thought it would make a hell of a story, so I wrote one. Also, at the same time there were many stories about lovers who were pulled apart at an early age and met years later and fell in love again.

What are you working on now? Do you have any releases scheduled for this year? 

My work in progress is a western set in Tombstone, Arizona Territory in 1883. I decided to try a nineteenth century romance, but it isn’t too far off the times I have been writing about. If I get my tail back to work on it instead of working on promo and marketing, it’ll probably be out next year.

Where do you start when writing? Research, plotting, character, or…? 

A little bit of all. I find a time and place that is interesting to me. I like to know what was happening there at the time and weave a story around it. Sometimes I know the type of characters I want to inhabit my world and take it from there.

Do you have a favorite hero and/or heroine in your books and why? 

Zeke and Addy from my Dangerous Times series were my favorites. Since they appeared in all the books I got to know them well. Zeke had anger issues and Addy did too. Through their love they learned to overcome themselves when they had to face down gangsters in 1920s Hollywood. That was Silver Screen Heroes, my first book.

What is your favorite scene from this story and why? 

It’s the excerpt I posted here. It’s been thirty years since Teri and Tim were together and they both were very hurt at the separation. Teri’s husband died a year before and Tim was through two failed marriages. The power of emotion at this scene after all they’ve been through always makes me cry.

What do you like to read? 

I love all kinds of books; fiction and non. Whatever catches my fancy at the time. I love doing research and finding out facts of times past. This I incorporate into my stories.

Who influenced your decision to become a writer?

Louisa May Allcott and Ray Bradbury are my two favorite writers. Those authors made everything so clear that I was caught up in the stories every time I read them. Reading them again made me feel like I was visiting old friends. I wanted to make people feel like that, too.

These are few of my favorite things:

1. Family

2. Camping

3. Chocolate

And now Ilona has a question for you: Has a song ever inspired you? Which one? A free ecopy of Iris Rainbow to one lucky commenter!

And thank you, Babette, for hosting me on your blog!


The crowd was beginning to thin out when they reached Music World. It was fifteen minutes to closing. Marcy and Teri walked into the store and stood behind a group of people. She saw the band at a desk still signing a few autographs. After thirty years, of course, they’ve aged. Roy had white hair, and Luke had aged well, but he had a rugged look. John’s hair was very short and she didn’t recognize him at first. There at the end of the desk sat Tim. Her heart skipped a beat, and those old feelings welled up in her. I haven’t stopped loving him. Just remember how he walked out on you. Outside of short, thinner, gray hair, he was still very handsome. Teri glanced at her own image in the security mirror. She saw a woman with a fairly nice figure and short gray hair with red streaks. In fact, David had given her the nickname of “Rusty” before he died. Teri turned her attention to the band members. John looked up and nudged Tim. She smiled when she noticed they were looking in Marcy’s direction. Her daughter resembled Teri at that age. She walked beside her daughter and put a hand on Marcy’s shoulder. As Teri waved, Tim’s reaction was startling―he jumped up and grabbed Teri in an embrace.

“Teri! Oh, my god! Teri!” he shouted. He turned to the manager. “Can we borrow your office?” The surprised man motioned them in.

Teri’s emotions ran rampant. She wondered if she should open the door she’d shut so long ago. Should she open old wounds? But how wonderful to be held in his arms again. I can’t look him in the eyes or I’ll be lost.

You can find Iris Rainbow at: 

The Wild Rose Press

Ilona Fridl, author of Iris Rainbow, a women's fiction romanceBio: 

Ilona Fridl was born in sunny California, but moved to the frozen tundra of Wisconsin in her early twenties. Studied creative writing and journalism in high school and college. Didn’t do much with it for a while, because she never got along with typewriters. Got a computer in the mid nineties and started writing articles and short stories for magazines. Started writing novels and sold her first in 2008. Lives in SE Wisconsin with husband, Mark.

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The Problem with my Leading Men – Guest Post by Ava Bleu, Author of Glorious Sunset

21 Jul

Glorious Sunset, an inspirational time-travel romance by Ava BleuYou’ll read my novels and you’ll think I want an old-fashioned Neanderthal man, but nothing could be farther from the truth.

I was typing up the blurb to my second romance and describing my hero “king looking for his submissive queen” and I thought, I hope no one gets the wrong idea.  And then I thought about my first romance with the country man with wide shoulders and the “stick up his backside” and I thought, hmm, I hope no one gets the wrong impression.  Because I do not want a Neanderthal. Let’s make that clear.

What I do want?

A man who understands what he needs to do.  A man who knows he needs to be a stand-up guy, take care of his family, fight for what is right, stay true to his beliefs and do it all in a greater than six-foot chiseled frame draped in cocoa-colored skin that smells as good as it tastes.

Oh, don’t get all shy, I know you romance readers have read a lot steamier stuff J.

What I don’t want?

I don’t want a man who thinks he can treat me like they treated women back in the day.  So long as he knows how to be as strong as above and also knows how to respect that boundary of not trying to impress all that upon me, we’re fine.  Cause I’m a modern woman.  I only listen to men when I want to and half the time I forget what they say a second later. Women do not need men to run roughshod for them.  Now, I don’t mind letting one think I do every once in a while.  I don’t mind turning one loose on the world if it will serve my purpose.  I don’t mind letting one pick me up and carry me to the bedroom every now and again (got to work those muscles).  But I will never allow one to think they have dominion over me.

I think the key is in the boundaries.  And the respect.  So long as a man, or a character, respects the woman he is with — her mind, her opinions, her power to get things done – he can be comfortable being the man he is for himself.  So sure, my heroes are tall and handsome and slightly stubborn and grouchy.  But my heroines are beautiful, curvy and even more stubborn and much grouchier.  So you see, it all works out.  Everyone’s happy.

Do you think sometimes heroes are too mired in Neanderthal jerkdom to be attractive?

Glorious Sunset


African King Taka Olufemi has traveled over four hundred years to find the woman who holds the soul of his murdered queen and he’s a little cranky.  With a ruby brooch as his vessel, the former king is forced to grant wishes to ungrateful mortals hoping to one day find, and win, the heart of his lost love.

But it will take more than good looks, superior intelligence and an impressive pedigree to earn the love of Violet Jackson.  The ambitious interior designer doesn’t remember Taka or their history.  Love—with its inevitable heartbreak chaser—has no place in Violet’s immediate life plan.  All the handsome “genie” can do for her is pony up on the three wishes he’s promised and try not to be a pain while he’s at it.

While the arrogant king is praying for his submissive queen and the faithless object of his affection isn’t praying at all, guardian angel, Aniweto, is praying for them both.  With Ani’s help, Taka and Violet’s epic love will be rekindled and this royal couple-behaving-badly will finally earn their happily-ever-after through the grace of the Almighty.


1600 A.D., Jaha, West Africa

The acrid smell of a burning village brought King Taka Olufemi awake, sputtering, coughing and wincing in pain as he did so.  Slowly memory returned and with it the horror.  He cracked his eyelids open, his eyes immediately burning with the pebbly smoke that floated in a low hanging cloud.  Pushing himself upright from where he lay causing sharp pain to streak through his torso and the agony brought his gaze down as he sucked in his breath and jerked his hands to the source.  Seeing the jagged, torn flesh of the wound in his side, the rest of his memory came and with the memory…

“Oh no … no, no, no….”

He forgot his pain.  He fought off the sway of the world as he stood, struggling to focus and see through eyes watering with smoke and something else he didn’t dare identify.  He didn’t need to see when he could smell.  He was a king and warrior; battle was in his bones and death always a close companion.  He smelled both here.

He looked around.  Men, women, children; the massacre was complete.  Beyond the hall huts and houses of his village were blackened ash.  The air still burned with the stench of fire.  He couldn’t understand this.  In all his life he’d never seen such brutality; never known such dishonor.  Still, he firmed his jaw and kept looking, turning in a wide circle until his feet staggered to a stop before his brain could even register.

His body knew how to find its heart…

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Bio: Ava Bleu lives and loves in the Midwest, countering bitter winters with smooth jazz and tasty edibles. Ava Bleu is the author of the contemporary romantic comedy, The Diva of Peddler’s Creek, and Glorious Sunset, an edgy inspirational romance with a time-traveling king, an angel and a love for the ages.

Ava can be found in bookstores and the public library camped next to the cookbooks and/or on the town keeping an eye out for hero-material.  She can also be found at her website and visitors are always welcome.

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Interview With Samanthya Wyatt, Author of Something More

8 Jul

Something More, a contemporary romance by Samanthya Wyatt I’m delighted to welcome Samanthya Wyatt for an interview and a look at her new contemporary romance, Something More.

Hi, Samanthya, so glad to have you here today. Tell us a little about Something More.

Thank you so much for having me here on your blog. The setting is New York and you can see the Brooklyn Bridge on my website as well as the cover of this book. Savvy Authors offered a pitch session with several publishers. An editor asked for a full and then sent me a contract. Something More, published with Soul Mate Publishing, was released June 25th.

Here is a bit about the book:

A determined man, a headstrong woman, and a battle of wills.

Matthew longs for a woman to share his life, not his bank account. He owns a prestigious company that he rules with an iron fist. On his way to an important meeting, a light flirtation turns into more than he expects. He meets a woman with more confidence and strength than most men. Long legs get his attention, but Carrie attracts his interest. The alluring beauty does not need his money, and makes it clear she does not need him. He accepts the unspoken challenge.

Carrie trusts no man. An executive partner, she possesses a confidence that makes her assertive and her aggressiveness toward the male gender is somewhat intimidating. Until a pair of mischievous eyes melts her defenses, and has her second guessing her convictions. The day he shoved her into that cab he must have chiseled a chink in her armor. Matthew charges into her well organized life, cracks the stone wall she’s built and instills an emotion she swore never to allow.

Infatuation and excitement spark a journey of passion and forbidden emotion where two people must overcome their earlier convictions to find an everlasting love.

What inspired this story?  Usually I research and plan before creating a MS. But this particular instance happened one day while I was playing around to get my mind off edits of my current historical. I was in a fun mood and wrote a scene with two women bantering back and forth on a cruise ship. The words seemed to flow and I had a ball. I typed and laughed. Afterwards I really felt good. So I ended up writing my first contemporary Something More. Although, I had to go back and change a lot of dialogue and calm down my sexy ladies.

Do you have any good news you’d like to share?

Yes! I just retired and I’m going to write full time. I hope to finish the next two books in the One and Only Series. I have a fireman series to work on, “Station 8”. I can hardly wait.

How do you come up with ideas?

Everyone ask if my characters are modeled after real people. But I do try to research any jobs, locations, etc. for my story to be as close to authentic as it can be. Would you believe I get most of my ideas lying in bed at night? The only chance I have to unwind and the day’s activities race through my mind. Then ideas pop into my head. The problem is, when I wake up the next morning, I don’t remember half of them.

Can you share with us “the call” story?

I received a phone call one day from an unidentified number. I thought, of course, who the heck is that? When I answered I was congratulated on my MS being a finalist in the Golden Rose Contest. I think I was as excited then as the day when my “Hook” resulted in a request for a full—and when I was offered a contract. I did a little dance – no one was there – and I voiced/yelled my happy thoughts while I punched my fist in the air. LOL Then I called hubby and said, “Let’s go celebrate.”

What do you enjoy most about writing?

Coming up with the characters and their traits. Everyone wants a strong – tall dark and handsome – hero. The trick is not making them all look the same. I do character sheets on my hero and heroines. Then I have to refer back to those sheets throughout the MS so I don’t goof. And if the book calls for on the scene research, I love that. I love talking to people and sometimes they like talking to me. However, I interviewed one fireman for my fireman series and he seemed very on guard trying to figure out why I was there. I didn’t tell him I was a romance author, chuckle. But once he relaxed, he showed me the station and trucks and we had a good time.

Where do you start when writing? Research, plotting, character, or…?

I find that I get a lot more accomplished if I just sit at the computer and write. But if I want my story to go somewhere and be a good MS, there has to be GMC. I learned this from many workshops. I learned how to do character sketches, GMC charts, plots—everything one needs to bring a story together. As I write, I make notations on names, color of hair, anything I may need for reference later in my story. It pays off.

What is the best thing about being an author?

Being Free. Free to voice your thoughts, create any dream, use your imagination. If only I could remember that … I get involved in GMC, edits, POV … and it becomes less fun. But it’s still great.

What one thing would you change about your writing career?  

I wished I’d started sooner. Or at least pursued my dream when I wrote my first MS. If the internet and laptops had been around then, I would have been published long ago. Joining RWA is the answer. From there I learned what to do, where to go, and don’t give up.

Do you have a favorite hero and/or heroine in your books and why?

I love my hero, just because hunky men are sexy and dark hair has always been my favorite. However, I love a strong heroine and Carrie is strong. Her assistant may deserve a book of her own. And her friend is a no-nonsense, anything goes sort of girl. I guess I like all my characters. I’m so indecisive. About everything in my personal life, too. It takes me forever to pick out a pair of shoes.

What is your favorite scene from this story and why?

Whatever he’d expected, it certainly hadn’t been that. Thank God for his sunglasses. His eyes nearly popped out of his head. The image of a prestigious sophisticated lady had been shot to hell. Long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail with strands falling about her face, a spot of paint dotted one cheek, and a yellow smudge lay across her nose. Her full mouth hung open and her eyes wide with surprise. She looked like a rag doll that had been run over by a steamroller.

Let’s face it. Matthew is HOT. My really favorite part in this scene is when the sexual tension becomes too much for him to handle and he jumps from the ladder.

What do you like to read?

Smut. LOL  Romance – Romance – and Romance.

What don’t most people know about you but you would like to share?

That I am a writer. And I have two published romance novels.

These are few of my favorite things:

  • I love being on my grandfather’s farm. Acres and acres of trees and meadows.
  • I love riding in our 1969 Mustang Convertible with hubby.
  • I adore my grandchildren.

I have a Facebook Party planned with 8 other authors from our HHRW group. I hope to load details on my website. I’d like to do another one with my future books. For now my books are at Amazon in ebooks. In a few months they will be available in paperback.

I have lots of bookmarks to give away. Please visit my website and leave me a message. I’ll be happy to send you one—for a souvenir, or to mark the paperback you may purchase, or just share with your friends. I’d love to hear from you. Tell me what you think about my Heroes or my Heroines!

Enjoy an excerpt: 

Elbow to elbow, people filled the airport. The flight attendant helped Ginger secure her luggage and get it on the outgoing flight. Carrie grabbed her friend and squeezed hard, which wasn’t necessary since the throng of people bumped and pushed them together.

“I feel like a sardine.” Ginger flung her hair back and secured her bag on her shoulder. “Gotta run to catch my flight.”

“Bye, Ginger. And thank you!” Carrie called to the disappearing form. She heard, “Had a blast,” as Ginger disappeared from sight.

Carrie finally made her way to the baggage claim area. While she waited, she silently thanked the blessed saints for the good sense to purchase a house and not a high-rise apartment in New York City. Hopefully she would arrive home in a reasonable amount of time without sitting in traffic on a congested freeway. Ginger had chosen the Newark Airport because it was further from the city than LaGuardia and JFK, and generally less crowded. Today, the place resembled a madhouse. Carrie had trudged through an obstacle course just to retrieve her luggage. People scurried in every direction. Lifting her bag, she headed for the exit doors.

Great. Now, it’s raining buckets.

Damn, that guy just elbowed her, the jerk. All the taxies seemed to be taken. Except one. Carrie took off running. Just as she reached the cab, another hand—a masculine hand—covered hers.

A deep voice surged over her shoulder. “Excuse me.”

The man jerked open the door, pushed her inside and jumped in behind her.

Of all the . . .

“Sorry. But we could have drowned while I played the gentleman.”

You can buy Something More  at

A bit about Samanthya:

I love romance. In my younger years I read every book I could get my hands on. When I couldn’t afford to buy them, I wrote my own stories. Then came the dream to write historical romance novels. Well, life happened. I married a military man, we traveled all over the country, I had a family and there was no time for writing.

Many years later, I’m in a book store looking at the covers wanting to try a new author. I see the face of a hunk on a book cover and immediately bought that book. Yep, a book cover can make a difference. I started writing again. I entered a lot of contests, workshops, and finally finished my historical romance, The Right One, the first of a trilogy in One and Only Series.

One day I was playing around to get my mind off edits and I wrote a scene with two women bantering back and forth. I had so much fun and the words seemed to flow. So I ended up writing my first contemporary Something More. Modern day women have more freedom, and my wit seems to come out more with contemporary.

I enjoy penning a story with strong characters, a bit of humor, and active scenes. I must say that my husband has been the greatest. He encourages me, pushes me and teases me mercilessly. Finally my dream came true with Soul Mate Publishing.

You can find Samanthya at: | Amazon Author Page | Facebook

Also by Samanthya Wyatt:

The Right One (One and Only Series Book 1) 

A Regency historical romance

He abducts the wrong woman … she proves she is the right one.
The Right One, a Regency historical romance by Samanthya Wyatt

Secondary Characters or, Those Who Make the Story – Guest Post by Cynthia Owens, Author of My Dark Rose

2 Jul

My Dark Rose, An Irish Historical Romance by Cynthia Owens

Hi, thanks so much for having me today. I’m so thrilled to be talking about My Dark Rose, Book III in the Wild Geese Series.

I fell in love with My Dark Rose, partly because it’s a tender, sweep-you-off-your-feet romance guaranteed to make you believe in the healing power of love. But there was another reason I love this story—or perhaps I should say a lot of reasons. Those reasons were the delightful cast of secondary characters.

There’s something about secondary characters. They’re the glue that holds the story together. And in My Dark Rose, there are a lot of them. But somehow, they cooperated beautifully to make the story better than even I dreamed.

Part of the premise of My Dark Rose is my heroine, Róisín Donavan’s large family. She’s the sole caregiver for her five younger siblings. Oh, and what a fascinating lot they are! First there’s Joe, the spoiled, selfish young man with a charming smile and sweet word. His jobs rarely last more than a few weeks, and he spends his pay at the pubs—or buying extravagant gifts for his sister Nuala. Eighteen-year-old Nuala is “the pretty one,” spoiled by her late father and the whole family. She dreams of finding a rich husband and wearing pretty clothes and jewels. Then there’s Tim, fifteen and ready to take on the world—or the English. He’s got Fenian leanings, and longs to play a part in freeing Ireland. Twelve-year-old Caitlin has ambitions to go to college and become a teacher—if Róisín can find the money. And Róisín is more a mother than a sister to five-year-old Eilish.

I loved writing about Róisín’s family. But I enjoyed writing about her friends, the Schoenbergs, just as much. Erik Schoenberg is a university professor of music. He and his wife, Clara, look on Róisín as a daughter. Róisín acts as Clara’s companion and receives singing lessons from Erik.

While I first began writing My Dark Rose, I looked over this large cast of characters and panicked. There were so many of them! And these were secondary characters! How could I possibly keep them from taking over the story from Róisín and her hero, Dary Greely?

A writer has to walk a fine line with her secondary characters. She has to make them endearing and three-dimensional. They must have at least some interaction with the hero and heroine without taking over the story. And they must never appear to have been placed in the story as window dressing. They should help to move the story forward and add depth to the main characters.

I hope that’s what my characters do.

A giveaway! I’m giving away reader’s choice of a signed print copy of one of the Wild Geese stories: Deceptive Hearts (Book I) or Keeper of the Light (Book II). Do you have a favorite secondary character, one that really stood out, in a book you’ve read?

…Like the Wild Geese of Old Ireland, five boys grew to manhood despite hunger, war, and the mean streets of New York…

He was the lucky one…

Dary Greely is the only one of his brothers and sisters to survive the hunger in Ireland and the coffin ship to America. He was the one whose parents made a bit of money, the one who emerged from the war virtually unscathed. He was the lucky one…but when the war ended, his luck ran out.

She was burdened by too many responsibilities…

Róisín Donavan is an Irish girl who lives in a Five Points tenement room. She dreams of a future as a great diva and sings Irish songs at Paddy Ryan’s Pub. But her stubborn Irish pride won’t allow her to abandon her family, even if it means sacrificing everything for them.

Can Dary make Róisín see her true worth? Can Róisín heal the festering wounds that tear at Dary’s soul? And can love truly mend their grieving hearts?


The Sally Malone, Black ‘47

On the Atlantic Ocean

They slid into the water with scarcely a sound.

Dary Greely clung to his father’s hand, watching as the bodies, clad in little more than rags, were tossed over the side of the ship. The children first: his little brother and two sisters. Then Mrs. Morrissey, his new friend Declan’s ma. Shane MacDermott’s da, and the twins’ ma and their granny.

His ma’s thin fingers bit into his shoulder. She was sobbing into a threadbare handkerchief, her eyes red and swollen from crying. He looked up at her, then at Da. A shudder ran through him that had nothing to do with the cold wind blowing in from the sea.

Da’s eyes were dead. Their bright green was dimmed with sorrow. His dark-red hair blew across his face, but he made no move to shove it back with his big, callused workman’s hand. He stared out to sea, a muscle in his jaw jerking rhythmically.

Dary swallowed hard, glancing around him. He saw Shane, clutching his wee brother’s hand, one arm about his ma’s shoulders as she tried to soothe the fussy gossoon in her arms. Kieran and Cathal Donnelly stood close together, drawing silent comfort from each other as tears ran down their da’s face. Declan, self-controlled as always, stared into the water, his face full of sorrow, tears in his eyes that he refused to shed.

When the last victim of the ship’s fever sank to the bottom of the sea, the steerage passengers turned away, their muffled sobs and soft keening carried away on the rising wind. They’d left Ireland for a better life in America, but would any of them survive to see that land of promise?

As they turned to go, his father suddenly knelt before him, clutching Dary’s shoulders and staring into his eyes. “Ye are the last one, Dary.” His deep voice shook with the intensity of his grief. “The last o’ the Greelys. ’Tis ye will live on to tell the stories o’ us all. Ye’re the lucky lad, Dary, so ye are. Always remember that.”

The words rang bitter in Dary’s ears. The urge to vomit clutched at his throat with ruthless fingers. But he managed a nod. “Aye, Da. I’ll always remember, I promise. I’m the lucky one.”

At that moment, Dary made a fierce, silent vow to himself. He would survive to see America. He would go to school in America, make something of himself, just as Da had told him he could. He’d learn to read and write and do sums. He’d make his parents proud.

He was the lucky one.

You can buy My Dark Rose at:

The Wild Geese Series:

Deceptive Hearts – Book 1

Keeper of the Light – Book 2

Cynthia Owens, Author of My Dark Rose, An Irish Historical Romance Bio:

I believe I was destined to be interested in history. One of my distant ancestors, Thomas Aubert, reportedly sailed up the St. Lawrence River to discover Canada some 26 years before Jacques Cartier’s 1534 voyage. Another relative was a 17th Century “King’s Girl,” one of a group of young unmarried girls sent to New France (now the province of  Quebec) as brides for the habitants (settlers) there.

My passion for reading made me long to write books like the ones I enjoyed, and I tried penning sequels to my favorite Nancy Drew mysteries. Later, fancying myself a female version of Andrew Lloyd Weber, I drafted a musical set in Paris during WWII.

A former journalist and lifelong Celtophile, I enjoyed a previous career as a reporter/editor for a small chain of community newspapers before returning to my first love, romantic fiction. My stories usually include an Irish setting, hero or heroine, and sometimes all three.

I’m the author of The Claddagh Series, historical romances set in Ireland and beyond, and The Wild Geese Series, in which five Irish heroes return from the American Civil War to find love and adventure.

I’m a member of the Romance Writers of America, Hearts Through History Romance Writers, and Celtic Hearts Romance Writers. A lifelong resident of Montreal, Canada, I still live there with my own Celtic hero and our two teen-aged children.

You can find Cynthia at:

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