Market day

There is a market nearly every day here in France – in our town, market day is Saturday down in the old section of town, on Friday and Sunday is the enormous market in the Val Fourré, and there is also a tiny farmers market in Mantes la Ville.  The three markets are very different. The market in the old section of town is set up on the streets, with clothing and food stands, and it includes the covered market where the farmers sell their produce directly. The Val Fourré market is huge and takes up several city blocks including a vast square.

Image associéeThere is always lots of parking spaces, because most people live right next to the market, and the French are find of walking. They have the “wheelie trolley bags” – mine is blue, Résultat de recherche d'images pour "French wheelie cart for shopping"and I love it. It makes shopping so much easier. I just load it up, heave it into the trunk of the car, and voila!  Continue reading

Withhold, Mosaic Chronicles Book Nine

TourBanner_WithholdWithhold, Mosaic Chronicles Book Nine by Andrea Pearson


GENRE: Fantasy


BookCover_WithholdBLURB: In the ultimate battle between good and evil, Nicole is in a race to stop Keitus before he achieves his plans. If he succeeds, he will crush everyone who has opposed him and enslave Earth and countless other planets. Unfortunately, he is only minutes away from his goal.

With so much at stake, Nicole and her friends must approach Helen, a volatile and dangerous spirit who will probably destroy them regardless of whether she gives them what they want. And the chances of her helping them are slim.

Fast-paced and epic magical fights, exciting plot twists, and non-stop action and adventure await. So sit down, buckle up, and hold on for the explosive, much-anticipated conclusion to the award-winning and bestselling Mosaic Chronicles. Continue reading

The Bull-Riding Witch

TourBanner_TheBullRidingWitchThe Bull Riding Witch by Jamie Marchant


GENRE: Urban Fantasy


BookCover_BullRidingWitchBLURB: Daulphina’s father, the king of Asteria, has always wanted a male heir. Unfortunately for him, Daulphina’s magic means that will never happen unless her bastard half-brother displaces her on the throne. But she’ll take on all the gods herself before she lets that happen. He isn’t nice enough to be a good king.

But apparently, the gods don’t like being challenged because she’s flung across the void and into the dumpy old trailer and chiselled body of Joshua Killenyen, a rodeo bull rider from Alabama. With nothing to eat but Frosted Flakes and no knowledge how she got there, she better find a way home before she gets her head stomped in by the bulls she must ride. Or her brother will take the throne and reduce her people to slavery. Remember, he isn’t nice.

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Time travel, history, and erotica

new-releaseI write time travel novels, so I’m keen on history.  I also write erotica. The three subjects are related – honest, and you’ll see how. I started writing when I was in Argentina. My twins were just two, we were in the middle of nowhere, and there was nothing to do, really.  My husband was off buying horses, and could be gone days at a time. (Argentina is huge – he’d go off in a small plane, land on a grass strip on someone’s backyard, and come back with tales of flamingos flying under the plane, and cattle blocking the runway.) We stayed in a wonderful old house that had no electricity. It had a fireplace in each bedroom, and I fell asleep watching the red flames and listening to the soft crackle of a burning eucalyptus branches.  The house was surrounded by a lazy river and a miles and miles of forest and plains. One day, I left the twins in my husband’s care and took a ride through the forest with one of the farmers. We saw a herd of red deer and flocks of emerald parakeets. And in the evenings, when the twins were sleeping, and my husband was away, I would write longhand on a yellow notepad by the light of a kerosene lamp. I started to write short stories, and sold a few to magazines. Then I started one about a time-traveller who goes back to ancient Greece. Perhaps staying on a farm with no electric lights or heat made it easier to imagine. At night, the stars blazed, the Milky Way was a glittering swath, and thinking about the cold light from the stars finally reaching us after millions of years of travel through space made time travel seem plausible. I started a short story about Alexander the Great, and after ten pages, I realized this was going to be a novel. After several chapters, I knew I had to stop, draw and outline, and start researching not only Alexander the Great, but ancient Greece, Persia, and Bactria as well. For the rest of our stay in Argentina, I made notes of small things like lighting fires, how to slaughter and cook a chicken, a sheep, even a bull. I watched the “domadores” training horses. I walked outside at night and looked at the stars, so unbelievably bright, and I taught the twins to swim and took them on horseback for rides around the farm. When I went back to France, I haunted libraries, the internet, wrote letters to professors, doctors, historians – and wrote the Time for Alexander series. After two years, it was finished and I started to shop it around. Anyone who has every tried to sell a novel knows it’s hard – but try to sell a cross-genre novel about a politically incorrect conqueror (although his bisexuality made him a hit with a certain crowd) -well,  it was nearly impossible. I racked up more rejections than a sex toy vendor at a Sunday-school picnic. Actually, I think the vendor would have done better than me. I didn’t give up. In the meantime, I kept publishing short stories and a YA novel, so I knew it was just a matter of finding the right publisher. I finally found one in Australia, and they published book I, and three months later I got a check for 75.00$ (Did I mention that authors only get 7% of the cover price of a book?) and a note congratulating me on having a best seller in Australia. I called my mother and told her I was hanging up my typewriter (or hanging myself by the ribbon – whichever came first). Over the phone I heard my mother’s friend Sam saying “No, don’t give up! Write something sexy! Write Erotica! That’s where the money is!” I told him that if I did, I’d take his name as my pen name. Samantha Winston was born that night – after I hung up I got to work on my first erotic romance, and I published 20 books for Loose Id, Changeling Press, Totally Bound, and the late Ellora’s Cave. Well, publishers do fold – Ellora’s Cave kicked the bucket and I  had a bunch of orphan erotica romances to re-home, and my Australian publisher closed as well – and here I was, with Alexander the Great and his time traveling wife looking for a new home. Thankfully, I’d read a very fun series of time travel books (Jodi Taylor’s Saint Mary’s terrific series) , and I contacted their publisher (Accent Press) and they accepted Alexander – and so it goes. And that’s how a love of history, time travel, and erotica got roped together. And if you want to know more about Alexander and Ashley, his time travelling wife, and their sensuous romp through history – well, you can start with book I, The Road to Alexander. I hope you enjoy the voyage!

18199500_10155376489915798_7259758655412114265_nAbout Jennifer Macaire:  She grew up in NY, Samoa and the USVI. She met her husband at the polo club in Paris. All that is true. But mostly she likes to make up stories. Her books have won awards, and her one of her short stories was nominated for the Pushcart Prize and made into an animated film. (

Links: The Road to Alexander

Bastille Day, 2017

Fireworks! That’s the first thing I think of when I think of Bastille day. That, and the parade down the Champs Elysee. Here’s how my Bastille day goes most years – we go see the fireworks in town, then the next day, on the 14th, we laze on the couch and watch the parade, which starts at 10 am and finishes in time for lunch.  The parade is miltary, with all the French armed forces, police, and firemen – tanks, horses, jet planes, and helicopters. There are marching bands, parachutists, and this year the French army dropped a bunch of frogmen into the lakes in Versailles for an exhibition. They managed to kill a seagull – the silly bird flew straight into the helicopter – but otherwise everything went without a hitch. This year was the 100th anniversary of WWI, with special guest star Donald Trump posing as president of the USA.  I watched anyhow – seriously people, I can’t miss the parade. The best images, for me, have always been of the jets streaking over the Place de la Concorde, where the Luxor Obelisk is standing. Over five thousand years of history encompassed in a single glance.

Last night, in Mantes, Julia and I went to the riverside to watch the fireworks. We sat at a table set up on the lawn, listened to a rock band, had a drink, and watched amazing fireworks. Auguste was with us – he’s not afraid of the noise and bustle – he loves begging for french fries – (children run around with little boxes of french fries & fried dough from the food stands). There was a parade with a marching band and people carrying red and green paper lanterns. At 11 pm the fireworks started, and they were splendid.


Author Showcase – Jennifer Macaire (Legends of Persia)

Author Showcase – Jennifer Macaire (Legends of Persia)

After winning a prestigious award, Ashley is chosen to travel through time and interview a historical figure. Choosing her childhood hero Alexander the Great, she is sent back in time for less than a day. He mistakes her for Persephone, goddess of the dead, and kidnaps her, stranding her in his own time. What follows, after she awakes under the pomegranate tree, is a hilarious, mind-bending tale of a modern woman immersed in the ancient throes of sex, love, quite a bit of vino, war, death, and ever so much more.

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The Reluctant Debutante

The Reluctant Debutante

by Wendy May Andrews



GENRE: Historical Romance (Regency)



The Duke of Wychwood seeks retribution from the Earl of Pickering. When he finds out the earl has a beautiful young niece, the duke thinks to involve her in his feud, but is shocked to discover he is attracted to her.

The orphaned niece of the earl, Lady Victoria, serves as governess to four of his children and is made to feel like an interloper in her own home. A chance encounter with the duke affords her the opportunity to enter Society, but to take it means risking what little security she has.

Revenge and love don’t sit well together, to have a future can they learn to give up the past? Continue reading

Less Than Equals by VL McBeath

VL McBeth Book coverLess Than Equals

“Even though they make up half the population, women and girls have endured discrimination in most societies for thousands of years. In the past, women were treated as property of their husbands or fathers – they couldn’t own land, they couldn’t vote or go to school, and were subject to beatings and abuse and could do nothing about it. Over the last hundred years, much progress has been made to gain equal rights for women around the world, but many still live without the rights to which all people are entitled.”
— Robert Alan Silverstein

“Feminism is the radical notion that women are people.” 
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Moondance by Linda K. Hopkins


Moondance by Linda K. Hopkins


GENRE: Paranormal Romance


Moondance CoverBLURB: Are some obstacles too difficult for love to overcome?

For years, Melissa Hewitt has dreamed of being hunted by a panther, a huge, black creature that pursues her relentlessly. But panthers do not exist in real life – not in Canada, anyway. And it is in the Canadian Rockies that Melissa escapes the stresses of her work – a job that come with a handsome but unfriendly boss who exudes both danger and allure. There is something about Leander Garrett, however, that draws Melissa, making him almost impossible to ignore; that, and the fact that once they had been friends.

As winter turns into spring, Leander’s chilly demeanor begins to thaw, but danger prowls through the mountains, and Lee has a secret that lurks beneath his elegant clothes and rippling physique. Something that compels him to reject what he desires the most.

Can he learn to see the good in himself and finally allow his heart to love, and be loved in return?

A captivating paranormal romance, Moondance will keep you enthralled to the very last page. Continue reading

The Wild Boar in my Fridge

Mantes is a small town, so on Sundays it’s very quiet. Shops are closed – all shops? No, the bakery, the little shop on the corner, and the hardware store are open. It’s still hot out, so I went shopping this morning. I need freezer bags for the wild boar. Yes, I said Wild Boar. On Friday evening, my husband went to a farm and shot a boar that was ravaging the fields. He then proceeded to gut, skin, and dress it – and brought home the pieces and stuck them in my fridge. Aren’t I lucky? I have a wild boar in my fridge. Did I mention that my husband called at 1am? And by the time he got home, it was nearly 3 in the morning – and we didn’t get much sleep before going to work!

So on Sunday, I went to the hardware shop first, and  picked up a box of freezer bags. Next stop, bakery, for a baguette. Then to the little shop on the corner, where all I wanted were tomatoes – I’ve been craving a tomato sandwich for lunch.

Auguste got a toy at the hardware shop – I found a fun rubber bone for him – but he prefers his plastic water bottles. I can’t believe it. I tried to get him to play with the bone, but he looked at me as if I were crazy, and went out to the balcony to chomp on his water bottles. Why spend money on toys when you can pick up plastic bottles on the street? I never learn, do I? Continue reading