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I cherished my childhood summers at the family cottage on a
lake in Michigan. The neighbor next door, a member of the local Chippewa tribe,
would thrill us with the legends and dances of his people. He taught us the
importance and spirituality regarding the balance of nature. His stories of
people who could shift from human to animal at will inspired me to write my own
versions.
After writing Eagle Dance, a red-tailed hawk appeared in my
yard after a storm and spent the day with me to rest. The large bird sat on the
tongue of our snowmobile trailer studying me with dark eyes, rimmed with gold.
Through a mist the creature shifted into an incredibly sexy Native American
man. With a mischievous grin, he moved in a graceful manner to sit on a fallen
log. Jamie Hawke introduced himself as a Chippewa and a Marine.
He quickly consumed a plate of chocolate chip cookies and
entertained me with adventures he shared with his best friend in MARSOC. Hawks
often endure a difficult time finding the perfect mate and his turned out to be
his commander. Eventually, he might have to choose between love and honor.
After the enjoyable afternoon, he shifted and flew towards his next mission.
Madame Eve’s 1 Night Stand might help him sort out his
feelings. We shall see. Please enjoy Hawke’s story.
OH, by the way...I’ve placed a few Easter Eggs in this story and a few teasers of who gets their story told next.
Jenny has secretly lusted for her sexy next-door neighbor for years but is intimidated by him. After all, he hangs out at kink clubs with his brother a woman like her could never hold the interest of such an experienced man. Nonetheless, she won't cross that invisible line dividing friendship and romance even if it is Valentine's Day.
He's a man with a plan. Josh is done with his
provocative life and ready to settle down and he knows the perfect woman. With
a few tricks up his sleeve and the Valentine's Day costume party, he takes a
chance to seduce his best girl.
Will the Queen of Hearts allow herself to be
seduced by the Madd Hatter's kiss and offer of more?
There is a game a group of we authors play. Someone will post a photo and with a particular time frame, 20 minutes or 20 days, we create our own stories. The best part is reading the variety of tales one image inspires. Ironically, my brain will focus on a photo or image and create a story. Taming Rachel, Dark Soul and Hawk's Honor derived from single photos.
When I wrote the original Valentine's Day romance, Queen of Hearts, a photo in a Lover's Lane catalog set the wheels turning.
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| Jenny and Josh in their costumes. |
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| Their friend Jenny who makes a cute Alice, hosts the costume party. |
Jenny has secretly lusted for her sexy next-door neighbor for years but is intimidated by taste of sexual adventure. After all, he hangs out in a kink club his brother owns. A woman like her could never hold the interest of such an experienced man. Nonetheless, she wouldn't cross the invisible line dividing friendship and romance even if it is Valentine's Day.
He's a man with a plan. Josh is done with his provocative life and ready to settle down and he has the perfect woman in his sights. With a few tricks up his sleeve and a Valentine's Day costume party, he take a chance to seduce his best gal pal.
Will the Queen of Heart allow herself to be seduced by the Madd Hatter's kisses and offer of more?
This book was previously published but has been revised.
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She
brushed the gray tips and white strands of hair that gave him such untamed
nobility. With a finger, she traced his face from his temple to his jaw, across
his lips, then scraping her nails along the fine hair under his chin. A man of
his enormous size would be capable of great strength, and a gal could easily
lose herself in his arms for more than one night. His gaze intensified under
her scrutiny.
“What
do you see when you look at me?” he asked and lowered his eyes. Sinfully long
lashes brushed his cheeks.
She
considered him to be the most gorgeous man alive. His eyes mesmerized her. Some
would consider the unusual color to be eerie, but she saw a whirlwind of
emotions, from pain to hope, drawing her into his soul. Did his unusual
appearance cause issues and uncertainty in his life? Despite his intimidating
frame, he exhibited control and gentle qualities in the tender way he’d held
her when they danced and the way he’d admitted his soft spot for animals. In
arms like his, a woman could find paradise in many ways.
She
cupped his face and forced him to meet her gaze. “I see a handsome, mystical
warrior from another world.”
“Handsome,
huh? I think you need your vision checked. I am nothing more than a simple
Chippewa from Michigan.” His mouth was inches from hers. “However, I can be
magical and take you wherever you want to go.”
“Then dance with me,” she whispered.
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At the time,
Grand Rapids was one of the first large scale trading posts used by the Ottawa, Potawatomi and the Chippewa. My ancestors learned valuable
information from their relationships with these tribes which lead them to have
a successful farm and healthy family.
Despite the Avery’s wishes, the government forced the
tribe off the land and into a reservation.
According to family legend, my gt-gt-grandmother and her dearest friend
spent the last days together. After hugs
and many tears, she stood in a field and watched the tribe travel until they
were out of sight.
The information, stories, and traditions my ancestors
learned has been passed down through the generations. I grew up listening to
the stories my grandmother told of visiting the farm and her grandparents. She
also shared aspects of the Native American Spirituality and showed us how
similar it is to Christianity.
In the 1950’s, my grandparents purchased property and build a cottage on Coldwater Lake, not far from Mt. Pleasant, MI. My family spent many summers at the cottage where we collected arrowheads we found in the sand pits. A Chippewa family owned a cottage near ours and our our families spent quality time together. "Indian Dave” was a teacher and kept all the children captivated with stories, games, dances, and traditions while we sat around a bonfire. My favorite tales were those of Spirit Animals. In each book in the Legend of the Spirit series, his words live.
After Crow Magic, the first book in the Legend of the Spirit series, was published, my editor sent a photo of Martin Sensmeier to me. The handsome man is of Alaskan Native and European American descent who is famous for being an actor and model.
This particular photo inspired the character of Jamie Hawke, a Native American hawk shifter.
However, the story was inspired by a friend in the USMC who was more confident than me that I could pull off writing a battle scene. Thanks, Whiskey Rick!
