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Monday, March 17, 2014

The Bacchi Wins an EPIC!

I'm so proud to announce that The Bacchi is the winner of this year's EPIC competition, in the Science Fiction Romance category!
To celebrate, Loose Id has put a big discount on the book, so head on over and grab it now! Check out their other daily specials while you're there. Do you have a Kindle or a Nook? You can get any format you need right there at the Loose Id homepage. Happy Tails, and have a great week!

Friday, January 24, 2014

My Heartache Cowboy by ZA Maxfield!

My Heartache Cowboy
(Cowboy Series, Bk #2) By Z.A. Maxfield
Can love conquer all? Jimmy Rafferty and Eddie Molina go way back at the J-Bar ranch. They’ve worked together, bunked together, camped out, and drank together. So how has Jimmy failed to notice that Eddie is gay? Eddie has not failed to notice that his friend has a serious drinking problem, and he’s determined to help Jimmy kick the booze cold turkey. Taking him up to a snowbound cabin to detox, Eddie is confronted with Jimmy’s fierce denial. But the pains of withdrawal are nothing for Jimmy compared with the heartache of denying his true feelings and his deep longing…for the one man who cares for him more than anyone else on earth.
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When I woke, I was alone and the truck wasn’t moving. Who the hell did Eddie think he was, leaving me asleep by myself in a truck outside in the freezing cold? My pa and my older brother, Jonas, used to do that. We’d be on the road, and when I fell asleep, they’d leave me in the parking lot of some dive bar or motel—just leave me asleep outside in the dark. I’d wake up with no clue where I was, no idea if they were coming back or if I should go in and try to find them. My first useful thought was to look for the keys, because I hadn’t forgotten what Eddie said. I hadn’t forgotten the plans him and boss Malloy made for me behind my back. It would serve them right if I up and hightailed it back to the J-Bar with Eddie’s truck and no Eddie. No keys. Not like that was going to stop me. Where the hell did Eddie get the idea I’d go quietly? I slid over and tore the wiring out from under the dash. Found what I needed without hardly even looking. I hated waking up alone like that. Unwanted. Abandoned. One twist. Two. Touch the wires together and the engine should . . . Fuck. Nothing. What the hell? I checked I got the proper color-coated strands and tried again. I was frowning down at the mess of tangled wire when someone tapped on the window behind me. I glanced up and saw Eddie frowning down, no doubt pissed at what I’d done to his truck. Serves you right for leaving me like that, you prick. “You need a working engine for that,” he told me as he opened the door. “One that has a battery.” “Fuck you.” I spilled out of the car ready for a fistfight. “What?” Eddie jumped back. “Why did you have to leave me like that? What did I ever do to you?” Eddie shook his head at me. “I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about. You were sound asleep and I thought maybe you needed it.” I took a swing at him. “I hate waking up alone in a car like that.” Ed plucked my fist from the air and peered at me like he was trying to see through my skin. “I didn’t know.” “I hate that. Left behind in the car like a damn dog. Like a fucking duffel bag. You can’t be bothered to even wake me up and take me in out of the fucking snow.” Now Eddie frowned like he was thinking about it. Now, after the fact. “I’m sorry, Jimmy. I didn’t think how you’d feel waking up alone like that. I won’t do it again.” “Would have served you right if I took your truck and left you up here to walk back to civilization, wherever the hell that is. Would have served you right if I’d died out here.” “All right, all right. Simmer down now.” I glared at him. “Fuck you.” “It’s pretty civilized inside. How about you come in with me.” “How about you suck my fucking—” “That’s enough.” He turned and headed toward the cabin’s welcoming front door. “I almost didn’t bother to disable the damn thing, but I thought on the off chance you knew what you were doing and could—” “Which I did,” I pointed out. “Come inside.” He jerked his chin toward the cabin like I was a dog and I was supposed to just follow along and yip around at his heels. I debated making a run at him, but frankly, Eddie was a tough buzzard. He wasn’t too much older than me, just forty-two compared to my thirty-eight. But I was a lover, not a fighter, or at least that’s how I thought of myself. Back there on the road, Eddie had proved he wasn’t above using violence to get his way in this, so I went along. You’re going to have to sleep sometime. Eddie led me into a rustic-looking cabin that seemed awful nice for the middle of nowhere. There was a place for us to hang our hats just inside the door, over a table with a passel of pictures on it. There were old time black-and-whites of families and framed pictures of a good-looking man, a pretty woman, and some kids. There were some of the kids alone, and holy cow, there were probably a dozen pictures of Ed. He looked so young in a couple of them, they must have been from before we met. One of Ed and the unknown man caught my eye. Something about the difference in height, the casual way they leaned together, the way they looked at each other, made me think this was Ed’s friend from the road, Don. Even though they’d both aged some since it was taken, I was almost sure of it. No knobby hands, no weathered angel, this Don was good looking, without a doubt. He was lanky and chiseled. He had an intelligent face and a smile that drew the eye. He seemed sure of himself and charming. Whatever I’d seen in the darkness outside the car had to be a trick of the light. Ed looked so young and earnest next to him it took my breath away. Brawny and tan, he wore a yoked Western shirt with the sleeves rolled up past well-muscled forearms and he eyed Don like he would follow him anywhere. And that Don, he looked like he could appreciate a guy like Ed, as well. Hadn’t I seen firsthand how much he did appreciate him?
About the Author
Z. A. Maxfield started writing in 2007 on a dare from her children and never looked back. Pathologically disorganized, and perennially optimistic, she writes as much as she can, reads as much as she dares, and enjoys her time with family and friends. Three things reverberate throughout all her stories: Unconditional love, redemption, and the belief that miracles happen when we least expect them.If anyone asks her how a wife and mother of four can find time for a writing career, she’ll answer, “It’s amazing what you can accomplish if you give up housework.”
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Tuesday, January 14, 2014

"If you tip over, you hang on..."

I know an awful lot of us have been affected by cancer, either as a patient or as a survivor of a loved one. Back in 2005 I got a an email from my best friend, she had just been diagnosed with multiple myloma. A few weeks later, on "Think Pink" day my beloved aunt received the news that her breast cancer had returned.  Mere days after that, my uncle died of a very aggressive cancer. And then another friend.

They are all gone now.

"If you tip over, you hang on."

Those are the words of a world class athlete and cancer survivor named Lance. No, not that Lance...the other one. The one you probably don't know about, unless you follow the Iditarod Race in Alaska. Lance Mackey is a 4 time winner of the race, and has also won the Yukon Quest 4 times. He's not glamorous or rich, nor does he hang out with the Hollywood set. He's a guy who does what he does because he loves it.

Lance isn't racing this year. 

No, his cancer hasn't returned, but its still making his life miserable. Because of the radiation treatment, his jaw has weaked and he's lost all his teeth. The treatment and surgery to fix his jaws and give him implants is very, very expensive, and Lance doesn't have dental insurance. He's in too bad of condition to race, and if he can't race, he can't pay his bills.

A fundraiser has been set up to help Lance Mackey with his bills and while donors have been generous, there's still a long way to go. So take a look at this video and if you have a few extra dollars, go donate. We live in a world where sometimes we have to take care of each other and hope that when we are in need, someone will be there to give us a hand. :)

Here's the URL for the Lance Mackey Medical Fund: