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Janis Lane

Romantic suspense/cozy mystery is definitely Janis Lane’s forte. Her latest release sets you right in the story and will keep you guessing, not to mention that you will fall in love with her characters. This is a book everyone will enjoy.

Abby Naycomb, wildlife photographer, found more than scintillating images of the birds of Central Florida. A handsome park ranger turns her world upside down even as a criminal stalker seeks to threaten her life.

Who knew trespassing in the restrictive area of a Florida State Park to get the perfect shot of the sand hill crane family would wind up with Abby Naycomb, wildlife photographer extraordinaire, meeting the most handsome park ranger in the world? Mating/nesting birds were the subject of her quest but finding those intense blue eyes in the lens of her camera was distracting and hormone inciting.

Adam Rawlings, millionaire park ranger, was as shocked as Abby when she accidentally discovered a murdered man buried in a shallow grave in the sand.

Face to face with an exciting relationship with Adam, the perfect man, leaves her no excuse for backing away from a growing intimacy. Vagabond Abby must consider relocating if she wants to continue an invaluable relationship with Adam, the original home town hero.

Abby struggles as she continues to work deep in the breathtaking wilds of Central Florida while trying to ignore the menace of a serious and threatening stalker. Her task was to reexamine long held premises and prejudices while admiring the southern flora and fauna through the lens of her camera. Bird and nature lovers alert.

SHORT TEASER
Busted in Bird land. Still…what a calendar he would make with that uniform, that smile, those shoulders. She stifled a sigh of pure visual pleasure.

You had better stop it, Miss Smarty. He has the authority to fine and kick you out of the park permanently if he so chooses. Holy Moly– love a uniformed hunk!

Stoppit!

She stifled a giggle which was riotously rolling around deep inside her, threatening to break out. He continued to loom, gazing thoughtfully while she fidgeted in her warm nest sheltered by the dune. Surrounding them, the sporadic wind blew the smell of something baking in the sun. With her face turned upward and her eyes half-closed against the glare, she awaited her fate. She offered a weak smile while trying to bring into focus his face which was back lit by the bright sunlight. It couldn’t hurt, she thought, and tried for puppy dog eyes pleading for mercy.

“Leave this area, and I’ll forget your lapse of good manners–this time. Don’t let me catch you trespassing on restricted lands again. This is a nature preserve. Visitors may not wander about– especially during nesting season,” he added giving her a stern look. “And that goes for well-meaning, good-looking, lady photographers as well.”

Janis Lane is the pen-name for gifted author Emma Lane who writes cozy mysteries as Janis, Regency as Emma, and spice as Sunny Lane.

She lives in Western New York where winter is snowy, spring arrives with rave reviews, summer days are long and velvet, and fall leaves are riotous in color. At long last she enjoys the perfect bow window for her desk where she is treated to a year-round panoramic view of nature. Her computer opens up a fourth fascinating window to the world. Her patient husband is always available to help with a plot twist and encourage Emma to never quit. Her day job is working with flowers at Herbtique and Plant Nursery, the nursery she and her son own.

Look for information about writing and plants on Emma’s new website. Leave a comment or a gardening question and put a smile on Emma’s face.

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Guest shares

an exciting Romantic Suspense

from

Nancy Kay

that you won’t want to miss. A well written book with characters that are real and a plot that keeps you intrigued.

Delilah Wyeth and Kevin McClain face tough choices.

Can Delilah give up her trendy career to run a chocolate shop? Is there room for more than law enforcement in Kevin’s life?

Ten years ago their lives took separate paths.

Delilah sought a career in New York City; Kevin entered the state police academy. But when Delilah inherits Cocoa Treat’s Chocolate, danger trails the cool city ad exec back to their hometown.

Kevin admires the cool, professional woman Lilah’s become, but he misses the feisty girl he once knew. Though he vows to uncover why fear lurks in Lilah’s lovely eyes, his less than stellar ancestry haunts him, and he struggles to keep his hands off her tempting body.

Lilah faces a life-altering choice. Precious memories pull her to stay and convince Kevin he deserves more in his life than a badge and a gun, but if she abandons her smooth-talking, manipulative New York supervisor she fears her decision will trigger a deadly reaction.

Her decision turns Lilah’s fear to reality, and more than duty drives Kevin as he races to save her life.

EXCERPT

He ignored the first high-pitched yowl, savoring cheese that burned the roof of his mouth. But the unearthly squalls continued, like nails on a friggin’ blackboard. Why did the damn cat come here? Yeah, sure. He’d saved his furry butt, once. Didn’t mean he’d make a career rescuing dumb cats.

Long drawn-out pitiful cries continued, increasing in volume. Then an ominous thump and rattle made Kevin shove the last bite into his mouth. He stomped to the door. Fourteen pounds of agitated feline hung on his screen door.

“Dammit.” He pushed the door open, and the cat tried to jump down, but his huge claws were hooked in the tight mesh of Kevin’s newly-refurbished door. Truffle hung there, voicing his complaints.
“Hold still,” Kevin ordered, as the cat struggled like a hooked trout. He gripped Truffle’s compact body and lifted. When the claws released, Kevin set him down. “Now shoo. Go home,” he said, expecting the cat to take off like a rocket.

No such luck. With big gold eyes gleaming in the porch light, Truffle continued his ungodly tirade, pacing, tail twitching.

Kevin stood, hands on hips, scowling down at the cat’s weird behavior. He glanced around. What the hell was upsetting this guy? Darkness shrouded the area, and the only sound, other than Truffle, was the evening breeze whispering through branches overhead.

He scrutinized the Wyeth A-frame. Narrowing his eyes, he studied the scene below. Lights blazed, which he’d discovered over the past few days was normal for Lilah. The small SUV of her grandmother’s was parked in its usual spot. What sent a quick tingle up his spine, were the two unknown vehicles parked alongside the SUV.

The cat stretched up and planted both front paws on Kevin’s leg. Kevin reached down and picked him up. “Something up, fella?” He scratched beneath the cat’s chin, which usually brought loud purrs and cuddles. Not this time. Wide gold eyes locked on Kevin’s. Unblinking and motionless, the cat in his arms remained stiff as a board.

He strode to the state car, slid in behind the wheel, and put Truffle in the passenger seat. “Don’t tear up the seats,” he warned. “It’ll be my ass if you do.”

The engine roared to life, and after a fast three-point turn, they headed down Kevin’s driveway. When he made the sharp turn to Lilah’s place, he glanced down at the cat.

Truffle placed his front paws on the dash and stared straight ahead.

Kevin grinned. “You’re more alert than some guys I’ve worked with, pal.” He turned his attention to the mid-sized car directly in front of him. It bore New York plates and the earmarks of a rental.

“Wait here, partner,” he said, and ran a gentle hand down the cat’s body. “I’ll let you know if I need back-up.”


Nancy Kay resides near Lake Erie in Western Pennsylvania with her husband, a former member of the Marines and the Pennsylvania State Police Department who provides valuable insight for her stories. Nancy is a long time member of Romance Writers of America. Her stories are set in small towns and inland communities scattered along the shores of the Great Lakes. They focus on romance, intertwined with the love of hearth, home, and family. Yet, they are sprinkled with suspense, danger, and intrigue. Learn more about Nancy on her website and blog.

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Guest talks about

Deserts not being difficult

from

Vonnie Hughes

Deserts do not have to be difficult to prepare. This one is delicious and simple and that’s why it’s a favorite of mine.

EASY-PEASY PUDDING

4 eggs
2 cups milk
1 cup sugar
2 tbsp. vanilla essence, vanilla extract
½ cup butter
½ cup plain flour
1 cup shredded coconut

Preheat oven to 180c 250° F.

Butter a pie dish. You can also line with baking paper to make sure the pudding comes out intact.

Combine all ingredients into a blender. Mix well.

Pour mixture into prepared dish. Bake about one hour until the center is firm.

Whipped cream and fresh or stewed fruits are wonderful accompaniments.

Now sit back and enjoy your pudding while you scan my latest romantic suspense.

Who can you trust if you can’t trust your own mother? Through the clammy fog, Celie Francis hears the chilling message. “I know who you are, Celie. I know where you live.” And in the terrifying aftermath she reconnects with her dysfunctional family in ways she had never imagined.

BLURB:

    Abused and abandoned as a child, Célie Francis knows better than to trust anyone. But after she witnesses a murder, she’s placed in the Unit “New Zealand’s witness protection program” where she’s expected to trust strangers with her life.

    It’s psychologist Brand Turner’s job to ease witnesses into their new identities, not to protect them, but Célie stirs feelings in him that are far from professional. When it appears someone is leaking critical information that could endanger Célie, Brand will do anything to protect her. But first he has to convince her to trust him.

    Adrift in a frightening world, Célie would like to believe the handsome psychologist is everything he seems, but as witnesses are murdered and danger swirls around them, Célie must decide “can she trust Brand with her life?

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Vonnie Hughes is a multi-published author in both Regency books and contemporary suspense. She loves the intricacies of the social rules of the Regency period and the far-ranging consequences of the Napoleonic Code. And with suspense she has free rein to explore forensic matters and the strong convolutions of the human mind. Like many writers, some days she hates the whole process, but somehow she just cannot let it go.

Vonnie was born in New Zealand, but she and her husband now live happily in Australia. If you visit Hamilton Gardens in New Zealand be sure to stroll through the Japanese Garden. These is a bronze plaque engraved with a haiku describing the peacefulness of that environment. The poem was written by Vonnie.

All of Vonnie’s books are available on The Wild Rose Press and Amazon.

Learn more about Vonnie Hughes on her website and blog. Stay connected on Facebook and Goodreads.

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Wednesday Special Spotlight

Shines On

Book Two in the Deadly Triad series by Nancy Kay is now available on Amazon! This romantic suspense is filled with intrigue and plenty of twists to satisfy every reader. And the terrific thing is the books do not have to be read in order. Be sure to get you copy today.

A former Marine is captivated by an alluring widow until a sniper’s bullet shatters the illusion his covert past is behind him.

Culinary herb gardener Ada Blaine lost her husband at a tender age. To survive she channeled a family tradition into a successful business. Former Marine Rich McConnell left behind a nasty divorce and traded a promising military career for a hardware store with no complications.

After Ada shows up at a Christmas Eve bash looking drop dead gorgeous, Rich finds his can’t keep his hands off the elusive gardener, and his subtle charm weakens the wall around Ada’s heart.

Then a sniper’s bullet shatters a quiet spring morning. Rich fears his covert past has come back to haunt him, and Ada fights paralyzing fear to salvage their love amidst life threatening danger.

Nancy Kay resides near Lake Erie in Western Pennsylvania with her husband, a former member of the Marines and the Pennsylvania State Police Department who provides valuable insight for her stories. Nancy is a long time member of Romance Writers of America. Her stories are set in small towns and inland communities scattered along the shores of the Great Lakes. They focus on romance, intertwined with the love of hearth, home, and family. Yet, they are sprinkled with suspense, danger, and intrigue. Learn more about Nancy on her website and blog.

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Wednesday Special Spotlight

Shines On

An outstanding new Romantic Suspense from the incomparable Nancy Kay that is a definite must read!

Book One is a stand alone story that lays the groundwork for the next two books. The characters are well rounded and natural. The romance is terrific and the suspense is gripping. Yes, this is the book to curl up with on a fall night.

A dead body…
A female suspect…
A detective on vacation.

Can he separate duty from desire? Can she trust his mind-blowing kisses? Or will her unknown past end their future together?

When homicide detective Nick McGraw encounters upscale spa owner Cassi Burke standing over a dead body gripping a bloody knife, Nick’s much-needed vacation slams to a halt. Instincts tell the seasoned officer she didn’t kill the man at her feet, but he’s duty bound to deliver her to local police never suspecting Cassi’s brief moment of fame will make her a target.

Cassi denies involvement with the murder, and Nick strives to distance himself from the case, but sizzling attraction between the detective and the suspect escalates, putting their feeling for one another, the ongoing investigation, and the threat to Cassi’s life on a collision course.

EXCERPT
Enter: Nick McGraw: Vacationing police detective.

Perspiration trickled down Nick’s spine, and a steady breeze molded his tee shirt to his damp skin. Swirling up from the bog were smells he’d almost forgotten.

Moisture laden peat, thick as plush carpet, and an underlying hint of decay.

Then the wind shifted, and an all too familiar stench permeated the air around him. The hair on the back of Nick’s neck rose and out of habit, he reached for his Walther PPK.

Enter: Cassandra Burke: An innocent bystander, maybe….
She swiped a hand across her eyes, crouched low, and peered into the surrounding shadows.

What is that smell?

Rufus lurched away, disappearing into the gloom.

“That’s it.” She scrambled after him. As she pushed through dense foliage, the swampy ground gave beneath her feet and seeped between her toes. Finally, frustrated and spitting mad, she caught sight of the retriever’s golden coat.

“Rufus, come here.”

He spared her the flick of one ear. He’d heard her, but he made no move to obey. Instead, he crept forward, heading straight for a pile of sticks, leaves, and God knows what else. Something reeked to high heaven, and the hum of insects droned in her ears.

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Nancy Kay resides near Lake Erie in Western Pennsylvania with her husband, a former member of the Marines and the Pennsylvania State Police Department who provides valuable insight for her stories. Nancy is a long time member of Romance Writers of America. Her stories are set in small towns and inland communities scattered along the shores of the Great Lakes. They focus on romance, intertwined with the love of hearth, home, and family. Yet, they are sprinkled with suspense, danger, and intrigue. Learn more about Nancy on her website and blog.

Stay connected on Facebook and Twitter.

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Guest talks about

a perfect sweet for the holidays or any time of the year the desire for something sweet and cool strikes your fancy

from

Vonnie Hughes

COCONUT ICE

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3 breakfast cups (mugs) of white sugar
1 ounce of butter
¾ breakfast cup (mug) of desiccated coconut*
½ breakfast cup (mug) of milk
Pinch of salt
Coloring if wanted

Put all the ingredients, except the coloring, into a saucepan and boil for 10 minutes.

Add coloring.

Beat until thick. This won’t take long, it sets quickly.

Pour into a greased tin and mark into squares.

* Dried coconut may substitute if desiccated isn’t available.

Here is a peek at Vonnie’s latest romantic suspense.

Who can you trust if you can’t trust your own mother? Through the clammy fog, Celie Francis hears the chilling message. “I know who you are, Celie. I know where you live.” And in the terrifying aftermath she reconnects with her dysfunctional family in ways she had never imagined.

BLURB:
Abused and abandoned as a child, Célie Francis knows better than to trust anyone. But after she witnesses a murder, she’s placed in the Unit “New Zealand’s witness protection program” where she’s expected to trust strangers with her life.

It’s psychologist Brand Turner’s job to ease witnesses into their new identities, not to protect them, but Célie stirs feelings in him that are far from professional. When it appears someone is leaking critical information that could endanger Célie, Brand will do anything to protect her. But first he has to convince her to trust him.

Adrift in a frightening world, Célie would like to believe the handsome psychologist is everything he seems, but as witnesses are murdered and danger swirls around them, Célie must decide “can she trust Brand with her life? 

Please click a vendor’s name to read more from Lethal Refuge The Wild Rose Press and Amazon.

Vonnie Hughes is a multi-published author in both Regency books and contemporary suspense. She loves the intricacies of the social rules of the Regency period and the far-ranging consequences of the Napoleonic Code. And with suspense she has free rein to explore forensic matters and the strong convolutions of the human mind. Like many writers, some days she hates the whole process, but somehow she just cannot let it go.

Vonnie was born in New Zealand, but she and her husband now live happily in Australia. If you visit Hamilton Gardens in New Zealand be sure to stroll through the Japanese Garden. These is a bronze plaque engraved with a haiku describing the peacefulness of that environment. The poem was written by Vonnie.

All of Vonnie’s books are available on The Wild Rose Press and Amazon.

Learn more about Vonnie Hughes on her website and blog. Stay connected on Facebook and Goodreads.

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Friday Feature

A Talk with

Janis Lane

Author of

Murder In The Neighborhood

 

Just a note about Murder in the Neighborhood before we turn the blog over to Janis. Donald’s five star review of the book was titled “Twist and turns in a small town” and said that while the book starts slowly with a homicide investigation, the rich descriptive tapestry of the small town of Hubbard, in Western New York, in the first weeks of October keeps you interested. The hero, Detective Kevin Fowler, is a splendidly described character and the book picks up momentum with the arrival of the heroine, Miss Beverly Hampton, and continues to pick up speed to the point that you do not want to put it down. You become engaged in the lives of the people of Hubbard, Beverly, Kevin, and whether or not he will be able to solve the murder. The twist and turns of their relationship along with the problems, of what seems an insolvable murder, make this book by Janis Lane one you should read.

Now over to you Janis.

Thanks for hosting me, Catherine and Donald. I always enjoy a visit with you two.

One of the most frequent questions I get asked is who I base my characters on. I try to explain that never do I put a real person in my books. In other words, I work like Dr. Frankenstein. I take parts of people and make another whole person, who is completely fictional.

In MURDER IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD, I confess to using my brother-in-law and his bride more than most. He is a cop and she works closely by his side. I’ve had some wild experiences as a house guest that stuck with me. One sleepy lunch time, I climbed in the back of his patrol car to catch a ride to the grocery store for a loaf of bread. I sat in the back staring sleepily at the cage, listening to the radio barking out unintelligible messages. Suddenly I was pulling G’s while the car hit breathtaking speeds. Next I knew we were sitting in the medium of highway 75 with a terrifying number of cars whizzing by on both sides. I counted at least 5 rotating lights on state patrol cars and thought there might just be something bad happening. Turns out a DB (dead body) had been spotted.

I think to this day, my brother-in-law had forgotten I was in the back seat. A writer won’t forget an experience like that soon. It’s fodder for a fertile imagination.

Settings are another subject. I admit freely I use parts of my village, thinly disguised and altered with another name, Hubbard, NY. It’s fiction, I hasten to remind you. Nevertheless, my friends thumb through searching what they might recognize.

Blurb:

A killer is attacking respectable citizens in picturesque Hubbard, NY, and leaving corpses on their front steps in the middle of the day. Detective Fowler isn’t certain who causes him to lose the most sleep, a certain sexy reporter with bouncing curls and sparkling black eyes, or the elusive psychopath creating panic in his small-town community. Together, the detective and the reporter race to find the monster in their midst and return the town to the desirable place where people come to raise their families in peace and contentment. Can they sort through their differences to find romance even as they search for a determined stalker with murder on his mind? The clock ticks down on a man in a rage with a deadly mission.20131205 MurderintheNeigh_850

EXCERPT:

The seasoned detective supposed it was as good a day as any to die. He had seen bodies frozen in the snow, rotting in the rain and in sun so hot the flesh cooked on the bones before the vultures could find them. This death was almost dignified in contrast. The woman appeared as if she decided to take a rest on her steps and someone came along and taped her face up until she smothered. There seemed to be no struggle; just that claw shape to the hands and the swollen face with the one bulging eye. She was still stiff with rigor mortis, hadn’t been dead so very long.

Closely, Fowler studied the woman staring sightlessly at blue sky filtered through an overhead canopy of trees. Dyed blond hair, roots showing an inch of gray, stood thinly away from her head, which sat, almost neckless, on fat-padded shoulders, her waist merely an indentation before the rounded stomach began. Wide jeans rolled up at the ankles and a pair of scruffy bedroom slippers stuck out at right angles. A red sweat shirt, letters reading, “Gentlemen prefer blondes,” inundated across large mounds of breasts. Sitting to one side, a plastic jack-o-lantern filled with dried grasses grinned grotesquely.

Eddie, the rookie policeman, pushed his hat to the back of his head, then reached for the yellow crime scene tape to encircle the house and small front yard. He glanced enviously at the detective who matched him in height, but outstripped him in breadth of shoulders. Fowler was wearing a light-weight jacket unzipped underneath which peeked a semi-automatic in a shoulder harness.

Detective Kevin Fowler couldn’t claim a handsome face—the broken nose settled that—but his square jaw, the dimple in his chin and the rich chestnut hair which fell in a stubborn hank over his forehead captured the attention of the female officer busily collecting evidence. She tucked a plastic baggie into her work kit, sealed it with tape and wrote with a black marker across the top. As she snapped her plastic gloves off and gazed at Fowler with an intent expression on her face, her partner felt a stab of envy. Damn him anyway, Eddie thought, but without any real malice or heat. Fowler was a hard man to hate.

“Duct tape again. The universal-versatile tool brought to a new use,” Jill, the uniformed policewoman, joked to maintain her center of gravity. She hadn’t been in on many homicides.

“The killer had to be a man. You males are all fascinated to find new uses for that gray tape.” She had drifted close to where Fowler was standing as he gazed down at the body. She pushed at her blonde hair, tucking it around her ears, and Eddie the Cop knew she was attracted to the detective. She used that unconscious gesture to the face and hair that women do when a virile man arrives on the premises. He watched enviously.

“Yeah, a big roll of duct tape can sure come in handy,” Fowler answered absently.

“Photographer been here yet?” he asked. He grunted with satisfaction when the answer was yes and reached over to brush a leaf out of the dead woman’s hair.

“Ambulance on the way?” He took a small notebook out of his pocket and wrote a line or two, glancing over at the corpse.

“He’s a little late, but on the way,” Eddie answered. “Wreck out on the highway with injuries. He’ll be here presently.”

“How about the Medical Examiner’s office? Anybody from there show up yet?”

“Nope. We called it in right away, and they said they’d be here soon. Haven’t heard a word since,” Eddie answered.

“Get some bags on those hands, will you, Jill?” Fowler glanced up at the officer who jerked around to reach for her equipment with an embarrassed look on her face.

“Either of you move the body? Move anything? Touch anything?” They both shook their heads no.

“How about the photographer? He mess around with the evidence?” Jill shook her head vehemently.

“He’s still here. Went over to his car to get another camera, I think.” She pointed to a van parked down the street. “He was very professional, as usual. Took a lot of pictures though. Thought he’d never get finished. You’d think he’s never worked with a corpse before. You want me to get him?” she said as she slipped clear plastic bags over the victim’s hands and fastened them with rubber bands.

She didn’t add that she hadn’t either. This was a first for her partner and her, but they knew the routine. Just that in a small town, nothing much this serious ever happened. They didn’t get many, if any, chances to practice what they had learned at the academy. She’d almost lost her cookies when she first got there, but she had a good handle on her stomach now.

“No. I expect he’ll be back in a minute.” Fowler looked down the block.

It was a near perfect, early October day, the third on a Wednesday; temperatures in the mid 60’s, sun shining with a mild zephyr puffing by now and then. An expectant hush had fallen over one of the residential neighborhoods of the small town located in Western New York. The neighbors had to be peeking out their windows—two black and whites parked in the front yard –but were respectfully remaining inside for now. Fowler thought he understood. Hubbard was, by and large, a town of mannerly citizens and good sidewalks. People walked out safely and often and it was unusual on such a nice day to see the scenery totally devoid of human activity

“Either of you question the neighbors? Who made the call?”

“A neighbor. She had to go. Said she’d be back soon and gave us her name and address. She stayed with the body until we got here. I think she lives a few doors down.” Eddie handed over a scrap of paper with the address which Fowler looked at and stuck in his pocket.

A new black sedan pulled to the curb and three men exited. Eddie breathed a sigh of relief as he recognized the doctor and his assistants. The representatives of the ME’s Office had arrived and would handle the body and the forensic evidence which had been gathered from then on.

Fowler looked the new arrivals over and shook his head. Those doctors got younger every year. This one must be so fresh out of med school his ears still looked moist, even though they had to spend extra years specializing in forensic pathology. Or else he was getting old. Nah. They were graduating babies.

They all turned at the sound of a siren and the flash of red lights that signaled the arrival of the ambulance. It whined to a stop at the curb, scattering dried leaves and sending them whirling red and gold.   A couple of neighborhood dogs barked wildly and one howled. The sirens must sound like a freight train moving through to the dog’s ultra sensitive ears, Fowler thought and could see doors opening and a few heads popping out up and down the street.

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BIO: Janis Lane lives and writes in picturesque Western NY. She divides her time between her computer, where she writes Cozy Mysteries and Regency Romances, and the plant nursery where she plays with plants, flowers, and bouquets. Look for a new Detective Kevin Fowler release, MURDER ON BLAKE HILL, due out summer ’16.

New Regency by Emma Lane will debut in March: Tutored by a Duke.

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