Tuesday’s Title – Alaskan Magic by Carol McPhee

Freshly divorced and bitter as hell, socialite Amanda Bennington finds an unikely friendship in a grizzled bush pilot suffering losses of his own.

Genre: Contemporary Romance


Determined to counter the sudden upheaval in her life, ex-socialite Amanda Bennington adds to her difficulty by trying to cope at her aunt’s run-down lodge in the Alaskan wilderness.

Complications from a vengeful raven, an environment she doesn’t understand, and a scruffy bush pilot, who resents Miss Hoity-Toity’s intrusion would send her packing, if not for her compulsion to learn a family secret.

For more on Alaskan Magic and to read an excerpt go to http://carolmcphee.webs.com/alaskanmagic.htm

About Carol McPhee:

Carol writes about strong sensuous heroines and heroes to die for. She lives in Nova Scotia, Canada with her husband of forty-seven years. Now that their four children are grown and flown, there is time to enjoy researching locations that will give authenticity to her romantic suspense and contemporary romance stories. Carol can be found on the web at http://carolmcphee.webs.com.


Out and About at — The Embraced

I have the great fun to be a visitor at The Embraced: Scribal Love. Stop by http://theembraced.blogspot.com/2014/08/an-interview-with-helen-b-henderson.html and see what I dished on being an author and my latest releases, Dragon Destiny and Imprisoned in Stone.

Till next time ~Helen

Tuesday’s Title – Mercy of Time and Chance

The Mercy of Time and Chance by Joyce DeBacco

mercytime debacco (2)Genre: Women’s fiction/literary

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About Joyce:  Among Joyce’s other works are Serendipity House, Tomorrow Blossoms, and Where Dreams are Born. Find her on the web at: http://www.joycedebacco.com


The Mercy of Time and Chance spans three generations of an Italian-American family. The first generation is steeped in old world customs and values; the second tenaciously clings to the old and familiar while the world around them changes; the third embraces the modern but reverts to the past when it suits them.

Caught in the middle is Renie. Orphaned at two and raised by a bitter stepmother, she unwittingly promotes what she believes are the proper roles of men and women by raising her children the way she was raised. After a life filled with tragedy and heartbreak, she realizes she may have created a respectful, obedient daughter, but she’s also made her meek and submissive. Her son, on the other hand, has been groomed from birth to assume his father’s role as lord and master of the family. Unfortunately, he also inherits his quick temper.



In the shadows of the darkened parlor, Tessa rubbed a coarse hand on the underside of her swollen belly as she pondered the conversation to which she’d just been privy. She’d noticed her stepdaughter’s figure developing a more womanly roundness. Apparently Carmine also noticed. With firm, high breasts, a tiny waist, and rounded hips, the girl reminded her of herself many years earlier. Now, at thirty years of age, she couldn’t recall a time when her body was hers alone. For the last ten years she’d been attached to, coupled with, or inhabited by others, poked and prodded from without and within. Trapped in a misshapen body for much of her adult life, she found it difficult if not impossible to commiserate with the problems of her young, attractive stepdaughter

The fluted horn of Tony’s Victrola issued a groan not unlike the dying moans of a wounded animal. Tessa glanced at her sleeping husband, his fat cigar dangling precariously from his gnarled fingers, and frowned. She plucked the stogie from his hand before it fell and ground it out in the ashtray. Then she slipped the glass of wine from his other hand before it, too, landed on the carpet.

She drained what was left of his Chianti, then rested the empty glass on the crest of her belly and refilled it. As she swirled the ruby liquid round and round, an enigmatic smile played across her face. Then she downed the drink in a single, satisfied gulp, as if adding the final ingredient to a prize-winning recipe.



National Girlfriend’s Day

National Girlfriend Day is celebrated August 1st.

 With the change of culture, the relationships between women of all ages has radically changed–yet remained the same. They can be lovers or best friends. And no, I don’t mean the two aspects are mutually exclusive. One site describes a girlfriend as “the ones that are there for you. These friends are the ones that you want to spent time with, share your secrets with, cry on their shoulders, go shopping with, get a pedicure with, drink a glass of wine with and etc.; your girlfriends!”

But, I write fantasies, sword and sorcery tales. I admit my heroines are not the kind to share feelings or curl each other’s hair. Rather they are hard riding, hard fighting equals of the male characters. That doesn’t preclude a more feminine side or a more traditional relationship.

Anastasia of the Dragshi Chronicles wanted a formal birthday celebration complete with music and dancing. An event made possible by a friend. In another of the chronicles, the price of one woman’s friendship with her girlfriend was to submerge her identity and pretend to be a man–and her friend’s bodyguard.

Relationships can change over the years. A playmate from childhood could blossom to a supportive friend. Speaking of which, I have to extend my gratitude to my final reader–who I am also proud to call a friend.

Celebrate National Girlfriend Day with a call or note to someone you call “girlfriend.”

My favorite is number 14.



For authors, how do you include a girlfriend’s relationship into your stories?

For readers, what is your favorite girlfriend story.

 ~ Till the next time, Helen