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Hi everyone. The time machine just returned me from 1880’sTexas where I’ve been since January.  Whew, what a ride! The final book (this year) in the Eclipse Heat series, Whispering Grace, comes out October 25th. WG’s currently available for pre-buy at Amazon @ 99¢.  Once it publishes, the price will change to $3.99. For those who don’t want to buy but might want to read, it will also be in the Kindle Unlimited program.

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From Whispering Grace, Eclipse Heat #8 (Creative punctuation used for scene completion.)

Grace tensed. Her seat under the apple tree provided a balcony view of the solitary man using only his voice in the ongoing battle below. His opponent, a Palouse stallion, appaloosa-horsebared its teeth and flattened its ears, telegraphing savage intent as it raced toward the middle of the corral where Dan Hawks crouched.

Grace knew the horse  trainer because he was her landlord and employer. Some said he magicked animals, whispering mysterious words at them until they submitted to his rule. At the moment, Dan remained completely still in the middle of the corral as the appaloosa plowed to a halt less than two feet away, spraying dust and dirt over him.

Sweat made the gray dapples scattered on the horse’s rump gleam like silver coins.The magnificent beast shifted its weight, and with the supple elegance of a snake, stretched its neck and opened its jaws, ready to strike.


Dan made a harsh sound, a guttural rebuke in his Apache dialect. Grace didn’t understand the sharp command, but the stallion veered away, racing to the other side of the paddock, its tail a waving banner of defiance.

Whispering Grace ©Gem Sivad

Whisperinggrace_EclipseHeat_8(Blurb in progress) Dr. Elizabeth Grace Souter agrees to set up practice in Texas after exchanging letters with Mrs. Lucille Quince for more than a year. Mrs. Quince, the representative of the Eclipse Town Council, assures Grace that a scarcity of doctors in that part of the state, guarantees even a female physician will be welcome.

Armed with knowledge about the area, Grace expects to encounter hardships, and anticipates no problems meeting the challenges. She knows herself to be resourceful, steadfast, and calm. But no amount of research prepared her for being kidnapped by renegade Apache before reaching her destination.

Using stealth and trickery, horse trainer Dan Hawks, riding with Deacon, Sam, and Charlie Wolf McCallister, rescue the lady doctor from her Indian captors. As she keeps her wits about her, aiding in her own escape, Dan recognizes the heart of a warrior in the injured woman.

Grace doesn’t complain when things don’t work out for her at Fort Stockton. Nor does she whine when the town of Eclipse hires a man instead of waiting for her to arrive. Instead, she accepts a job on Hawks Nest Ranch caring for Dan’s Palouse mares.

But, though Grace grows healthy in body, Dan knows her mind and spirit are scarred. As she uses her medical skills to save the abused Palouse horses, Dan whispers her with his magic, helping her gather her splintered soul, healing her with his love.

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Hi everyone. I’m taking a break from the Old West this week to share a snippet from my current wip which is a contemporary romantic suspense. I’m working in first person POV in this series (Smoke, Inc.) and it’s a nice change-up from my third person voice in the Eclipse Heat books.

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Creative punctuation to get this scene in ten. No cover, working title, Rhythm.

“I’m Marty Jones; let’s get this show on the road,” my dance partner growled his introduction and reached for me, frowning down as if I’d kept him waiting.


“I’ve been ready for an hour,” I answered turning my back on him to dance solo, leaving him to figure out how to follow. My partners until now had been shorter than me so I always navigated.


“I’m boss,” Marty disagreed.


Suddenly, his long legs framed my long legs, his big thighs  plastered to the back of mine, and his hand moved from where he’d placed it on my hip to my stomach.  He surrounded me with his body, demonstrating his authority as he pressed me backward against his massive frame.


He rocked left, my body followed; he rocked right…yeah, you get the picture; he was stronger than me and had me locked in place.


”Okay, tutorial over,” I muttered.


“Ready?” he murmured in my ear right before he snapped me out, unfurling me like a ribbon at the end of his arm. When he pulled me back, I wasn’t prepared for the lift and toss; before he caught me, I’d shrieked louder than Little Richard screaming Good Golly Miss Molly.
©Gem Sivad 2016


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