Who Well hopefully by now you know a little about me. But like anyone I change and hopefully grow as a person as well as a writer. Personally I've become at this stage a little more comfortable in my skin. I've resented growing older but you can't stop it, right? Like Dolly said in Steel Magnolia's "Time marches on and sooner or later you realize it is marching across your face.” But, that said I'm anxiously looking forward to a new stage in life. Retirement is in four months. I have a count down in my phone that tells me how many days, hours, minutes, seconds. If I want, I can see how many breaths or heartbeats. It doesn't mean I'll be sitting back and not working. The day I leave work, Pete will have 2Hoots ready and hitched to head to Tampa for the Ignite Your Imagination Conference hosted by Florida West Coast Writers, Inc. On June 4-6, 2021. At least that's the plan.  I can't wait to meet two of my favorite authors, CL Wilson and Roxanne St. Claire. CL writes fantasy which I adore, and Roxanne contemporary romance with mature characters. I'm also hoping to see some of my NJRW and TWRP authors there.
Interests Okay, so we've talked about my interests before. Camping (or glamping) cooking, reading. But I also dabble in painting, sketching, photography and jewelry making. I'm not good at it, but I enjoy it very much. I even have a guitar though it hasn't been out of the case for several years. I'm steeling myself to develop finger pad callouses. 
Network I'm professionally involved with RWA, NJRWA, TWRP, but I'm also a member of Sparta Evangelical Free Church. In the past I've been a Sunday School teacher and a missions committee leader. Before my health went down hill, my DH and I traveled every summer for ten years to West Virginia and were part of a group that rehabilitated housing, volunteered in assisted living, ran basketball camps and general pitched in where ever needed. Pete still goes down and this summer helped build a house then returned in November to distribute Thanksgiving Baskets.
Desk My work space is moveable though my laptop is no longer portable. The case is broken so I don't move it any longer. I do have a Chromebook I take on the road with me. Also, I do a lot of work from my phone. I love working outside on my deck and often will head down to my camper and driveway camp while working.
Outrageous I used to be much more outrageous. I've been a spelunker, rappelled off the side of a three story building, and climbed many trees. Adventure still calls and I'll push as far as my breathing will allow. If they ever host a team Jeopardy my DH and I will nail it.  
Window I am truly blessed. I look out my front window and enjoy a lake view in Northern New Jersey. Out my back is the Mountain which leads to the Appalachian Trail. Up until a few years ago, every year on my birthday I would hike to the top. Now I'll drive and walk along sections of the trail. 
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Thanks for stopping by and reading about me. In the next few weeks my guests will be back and Take A Peek will introduce you to an amazing assortment of authors and books. Be good, be safe, and God bless.

​The Mystery at Branch Lake Agent Carter Book 1
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Agent Sam Carter of G.A.S.P., or the Government Anti Spector Program, is called away from vacation to the small Community of Branch Lake.
Someone, or something, is breaking into the summer cabins, and indications are it may not be humans.
Join Agent Carter, Sheriff Holly Stone, and Uncle Martin in the sometimes crazy adventure in the mystery of Branch Lake.


The Mystery at High Pointe Tower Agent Carter Book 2
https://www.amazon.com/Mystery-High-Pointe-Tower-Carter-ebook/dp/B08NC6XZR9
Join the gang in the second Agent Sam Carter series. Sam's camping vacation is canceled. Strange happenings at the High Pointe Tower are going to take all his wits and skill to save the world from its latest threat. The convergence of the Dragon Aurora and volcanic eruption tears a hole between the dimensions trapping a paranormal creature on earthside. But as usual, nothing is as it first appears.

About the author
Hi, my name is D. V. Stone. I am a multi-genre author of two independently published books. Felice, Shield-Mates of Dar is a fantasy romance. Agent Sam Carter and the Mystery at Branch Lake is a mid-grade paranormal. In April, Rock House Grill was released by Wild Rose Press. And on July 8th Rainbow Sprinkles part of my publisher One Scoop or Two series became available.
I also host Welcome to the Campfire and A Peek Through the Window, both weekly blogs. Recently I’ve begun to review books by other authors and share my favorites in a monthly newsletter.
On the personal front I’m a full-time employee in a medical office, wife to an amazing husband, mother to one son, and not your average grandma to three beautiful grands. I’m a woman of faith, trusting and believing in God. I drive a Camaro when not behind the wheel of my camper, 2Hoots—a 41 foot long 13.2 feet high 5th Wheel.
My greatest pleasures are spending time outside with friends and family, cooking over the open fire, sipping a glass of wine, and reading.
Hali, my rescue dog always reminds me to let readers know “Woof, woof.” Which is loosely translated  Support your local animal rescue.
 
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Born in Brooklyn, D.V. Stone has moved around a bit and even lived for a time on a dairy farm in Minnesota before moving back east. Throughout her wandering, she always considered herself a Jersey Girl. She met and married the love of her life, Pete—a lifelong Jersey Man, and moved this time to Sussex County. They live with Hali, a mixed breed from the local shelter and their cat Baby.
 
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Rainbow Sprinkles
After the storm come the rainbows.
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One man’s choices. One woman’s Impact
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Felice, Shield-Mates of Dar
One foolish thought. One brutal act. Instead of a peaceful alliance––war.
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Who Greetings! I’m Sorchia DuBois. I write urban fantasy, small-town mysteries, and paranormal romance. In my previous life, I taught English in rural communities and community colleges. While I still work for a virtual education provider (and business is booming during the pandemic), my true love is writing. I just finished an urban fantasy trilogy, which is on sale until January 22.  I have a new trilogy in the works for 2021.
Interests When I’m not writing, I walk in the woods, garden, and do a little macrame. To tell the truth, when I’m not writing, I’m thinking about writing. My two-year-old granddaughter, Lily, is quickly becoming an obsession. 
Network During the quarantine, I rely heavily on the Interwebs. I loiter and lurk and comment when I feel like I have something worth contributing. One of my goals this year is to be more visible both online and in reality, when that is possible. I’m getting over a small case of cancer which put me out of contact with most people for the past year. Now that I’m back, I’ll be renewing memberships and finding groups to join. 
Desk: I just cleaned it for the new year, but that won’t last. I have cats and their prime directive from the Cat Overlords is to create chaos in my office. They love to knock things on the floor and sit directly on the document I need to see. They also enjoy lying on my desk and flicking their tails across the keyboard while I’m trying to work. Occasionally, they actually gallop across the keyboard which causes me to spend untold hours correcting what they type and finding my way out of the view or application they have somehow opened. 
Generally, I have my desk calendar and planners open on separate surfaces with a cat snoozing in front of me. A cup of tea and a healthy snack of nuts and fruit and dark chocolate will be nearby though I sometimes replace the tea with a good single malt Scotch if I’m about to finish something or just for fun.
Outrageousness: I am a firebug and love bonfires which I have become adept at starting even in nasty weather. I am a trivia buff as well and have a store of useless information at my disposal. Sarcasm is my favorite thing, though, along with bad puns and word games. The only ones who get me are my kids which is nice. I have a new granddaughter who seems to be developing a sense of irony that I appreciate.
Window: I’m on the second story and my view is of a piney wood. It’s really perfect. The picture was taken on a dreary day, but it shows my leaf-covered yard. In summer, the trees are green and filled with birds. A memorable view happened on a day I was writing about a character who occasionally turns into a snake. One of the cats went on point and when I followed her gaze, I found a black snake crawling on the roof outside my window. Very weird. That day, Scotch was called for.
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Zoraida Grey Trilogy
How many Scottish witches does it take to destroy one small-town fortune teller?
The Zoraida Grey trilogy follows Zoraida from Arkansas to Scotland on a quest to retrieve a healing stone to save her granny’s life. But it seems Granny hasn’t told her everything. Soon Zoraida is smack dab in the middle of a witchy clan war and in danger of being ensorcelled by not one but two smoking hot witches. The truth of her own heritage is buried deep beneath Castle Logan. Trouble is the only one who strikes fear in the black hearts of the Logan witches has stepped in a steaming pile of Voodoo thousands of miles away in the Caribbean. 
To save her granny and her best friend, Zoraida must decide between her old, safe life or a new one filled with magic and danger.
The task may be the end of her—or the beginning.
Start the adventure with Zoraida Grey and the Family Stones in which Zoraida discovers just what a mess Granny has let her in for. Continue the story in Zoraida Grey and the Voodoo Queen in which Zoraida journeys to the Yucatan Jungle to retrieve a Scottish wizard who turns out to be naked and painted blue. The trilogy ends with Zoraida Grey and the Pictish Runes as Zoraida returns to Castle Logan with vengeance on her mind.

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​Sometimes it's a long time between books in a series. Especially for me. Yesterday Agent Sam Carter and the Mystery at High Pointe Tower released. So, lets take a look in my window and see why.



Who-  Recently I became an award-winning author with two books published by The Wild Rose Press. But who am I? Like everyone I'm a bit complicated. I'm a woman of a certain age. Wife to an amazing husband. Mom to one son. Grandma to three awesome grands. A working woman. A woman of faith. 

Interests- I love to read and  write across genres. My happy place is traveling and visiting different campgrounds. Sitting around the campfire or chiminea. Cooking over the open fire. I enjoy eating out. Walking in the woods with my dog. Taking pictures.

Network- I'm a member or RWA, NJRWA, Savvy Authors, Sparta Evangelical Free Church, The Wild Rose Press Garden. My family. My friends. My dog.

Desk- Is built in by my husband in a library he created for me. It has my laptop which in no longer portable, lots of sticky notes, a white board, all the books I've published. There's a clipboard and notepad. It goes between sort of neat and very messy.

Outrageous- I play an amazing kazoo. I also have a song for everything. 

Window- Depending on where I'm working the view differs. From my library slash office, my neighbors yard. From my kitchen, the lake near where I live. From my RV, the sky's the limit.

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​Join the gang in the second Agent Sam Carter series. Sam's camping vacation is canceled. Strange happenings at the High Pointe Tower are going to take all his wits and skill to save the world from its latest threat. The convergence of the Dragon Aurora and volcanic eruption tears a hole between the dimensions trapping a paranormal creature on earth side. But as usual, nothing is as it first appears.






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D. V. Stone is a multi-genre author, both traditional and independently published. A weekly blog host of Welcome to the Campfire and A Peek Through the Window. She reviews books and shares her favorites in a monthly newsletter.
D. V. is a full-time employee in a medical office, wife to an amazing husband, mother to one son, and not your average grandma to three beautiful grands. A woman of faith, she trusts and believes in God.
When not behind the wheel of my camper, 2Hoots—a 41 foot long 13.2 feet high 5th Wheel, she tools around Northern New Jersey in her white Camaro named Snowball. Her greatest pleasures are spending time outside with friends and family, cooking over the open fire, owls, and reading.
Hali, her rescue dog, always reminds everyone, “Woof, woof.” Which is loosely translated. Support your local animal rescue.
 
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Who – Hi, my name is Amber Daulton. I write contemporary, historical, and romantic suspense. My latest series Arresting Onyx is currently a five-book set about five sexy men—brothers in blood and in life—and the stubborn women they can’t live without. I’m writing two novellas to squeeze in between a few of the novels, but I’ll be sharing more about those later in the New Year.

Interests – Other than reading and writing, I enjoy binge watching Star Trek TOS and TNG, Supernatural, and Fraser. I like to garden, hike, play with my cats, and do scrapbooking, though I’ve slacked off on the latter in the past few years.

Network – I’m a member of Marketing for Romance Writers, Rom-Critters, and my publisher’s groups. I’ve met several wonderful authors over the years, and I’m proud of the way we support each other and help one another grow.

Desk – I can’t concentrate on writing if I’m surrounded by clutter, so I always keep my workspace clean and organized.

Outrageous – I’m a pretty boring person. Not much happens to me, and I live through my books. I do, however, have one source of constant entertainment—my cats.
Darby and Pepper are loud, weird, lazy, and spontaneous all in a span of a few short hours. You never know what they’re gonna do. They’re both eight years old (from different kitty parents/litters) and grew up together.
I used to joke to my hubby, Greg, that we weren’t the only married couple in the house. For a time, Darby and Pepper were an item. Why they always had sex in plain sight, I don’t know, but it wasn’t a fun thing to see. Thank goodness they finally stopped after about two years. Now they’re like brother and sister, as they were originally, or they’re amicably divorced. You decide. ☺

Window – My office window faces the backyard, the barn, the fence that my hubby and his dad built, and the forest. I live in the country in an old country house, so it’s pretty peaceful out here. Deer, wild turkey, and sometimes coyotes come around. I’ve heard a few black bears huffing and stomping in the woods, but I’ve never seen them.
Check out the picture, which I took a few years back. I love all the snow, but it’s a much prettier scene with flowers and blackberry vines along the fence.

Who Good question. It depends on who you ask. I’m the best friend and wife of a South Texas Lawman. Mother of five, mother-in-law to five, grandmother to eight. My family says I’m more than a little crazy. I think I’m an eclectic taste. 
Interests When I’m not busy embarrassing my children or grandchildren by dancing in the middle of a country road during a rainstorm, I can be found running around with my camera creating visual art.
Network My support system, outside of my family, includes a number of authors and members of the Facebook group, 10 Minute Novelists—an amazing group of people who are always willing to help another writer no matter the skill level.
Desk My desk is in a corner of Darlin’s knife shop. We really enjoy spending time together even if we are working on separate projects. The walls surrounding my plastic folding table are covered ceiling to floor with white boards. Two windows allow me to stare out at the trees and brush when I’m stuck. The table is covered by a desktop computer, two laptops, and three external hard drives plus two printers and a Cricut.
Outrageous Once upon a time ago, I used to build and race quarter-mile drag cars. We put a V8 engine in a 1974 Chevy Vega. Then I had my first child. I had to decide which was more important—kids? Cars? Kids? Cars? The kids won.
Window Outside my window is seventy-five acres of mesquite trees, wildflowers, prickly pear cactus, and red dirt inhabited by rattlesnakes, bobcats, road runners, coyotes, badgers, and the occasional mountain lion.

​Thank you, D.V., for having me on your blog today! 
I’m excited this is Wild Crime’s one-year anniversary. The release of this mystery/domestic suspense wrapped up a three-book series that follows the story of Meredith Lowe, an abused wife and mother, who fantasizes about killing her husband. When he is found murdered, she becomes the likely suspect. In this third book, Meredith discovers a shocking letter from her late mother, one that reads: I’m a murderer. She must discover the truth behind those words.
There is much more to this series, however: Quirky characters in a small town, a search for the truth about her past, and yes, a fair bit of romance.

Who: I was a journalist for years and have always loved writing stories. People are fascinating, aren’t they? When I left my career, I eagerly turned to fiction writing. The idea for the Wild Crime series began with my earlier move from California to Idaho; the idea had been brewing in my mind for a long time. Talk about feeling like a fish out of water. Idaho is a mostly rural state, with vast and rugged wilderness areas. At first, I was a bit overwhelmed. Pretty quickly, though, I was bowled over by the stunning beauty of the mountains and lakes, and the kindness of people here. Now, it’s been my home for twenty years and I can’t imagine living anywhere else.

Interests: Like many writers, I’m an introvert and love to read. As a child, I spent soooo many hours in the library. But I also was a bit of a tomboy. I loved to ride horses and play softball. My softball days are behind me, but I still love the outdoors. This past year I bought a kayak and spent wonderful days paddling some of Idaho’s beautiful lakes. I enjoy traveling the world and look forward to a time when those travels can begin once more. My favorite interest is my family – two kids and two grandkids. I am so lucky!

Network: One of the best things I’ve done is create and join writer groups. I surround myself with others who feel the same way I do about writing. While we don’t meet in person at the moment, we do still meet online. I find a great deal of support and inspiration, as well as advice, from fellow authors – and I enjoy helping them too.

Desk: These days, I’ve set up shop in my formal dining room. I have an upstairs office, but with so much quarantining, I need to have some bustle around me. From my dining table, I have a view of the front sidewalk and can watch neighbors out on walks or with their dogs. I also can see the delivery trucks arrive – online shopping in my household certainly increased this year.

Outrageous: I’m not afraid of failing at things. I’m willing to try most activities at least once, from rock climbing to ziplining to windsurfing. Many people tell me they’ve always wanted to write a book but weren’t sure they could. How would they know if they hadn’t tried? I certainly didn’t know if I could do it, but worked hard at the process. The worst thing that could happen was my ego getting bruised, but after a career as a journalist, I’ve developed a thick skin.

Window: Out my window is my raised planter garden where I love growing vegetables and flowers. Spring through autumn, I have more than a dozen types of veggies under cultivation, from cucumbers to tomatoes to eggplant. This time of year the beds lay under a layer of snow. We all deserve a rest, don’t we? My garden works very hard the rest of the year.

Wild Crime by Julie Howard
"I'm a murderer. I'm a murderer. I'm a murderer." 
Those three repeated words discovered in an old letter propel Meredith Lowe in a cross-country pursuit to unveil her mother's murky past. Danger stalks Meredith back to Hay City, Idaho as she peels apart the mystery: who is her father, and did her mother kill him? In finding the answer, will a growing love slip through her fingers?

Past merges with the present as the story races to its stunning conclusion.

Excerpt from Wild Crime:

Her hair fell below her waist, ripped free of its ties and weighed down by the warm, lashing rain. The sky-blue dress, so carefully chosen for this night and tried on so many times in her bedroom, was ruined. One strap had torn from her shoulder and dangled down her back. Mud splattered the hem. Sweet Cantaloupe lipstick, a lovely coral that heightened the green in her eyes, was smeared like a bruise on one cheek. She ran.
The high school gym behind her, decorated in crepe paper and curtains, vibrated with electric guitars and teen-aged hormones. Couples gyrated on the dance floor and then disappeared into dark corners. It was late and the Spring Dance was in full throttle. No one would miss her for hours.
Before her, trees dripped moss, barely visible in the darkness. She envisioned the moss brushing her shoulders, low branches snagging in her hair, the possibility of snakes both at her feet and above; this made her hesitate. It would take one scream, one gasp, and he would find her.
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About the author:
Julie Howard is the author of the Wild Crime series, and Spirited Quest. She is a former journalist and editor who has covered topics ranging from crime to cowboy poetry. She is a member of the Idaho Writers Guild, editor of the Potato Soup Journal, and founder of the Boise chapter of Shut Up & Write. Learn more at juliemhoward.com.
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Friends Who Move Couches 
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Nikki Grey's idea of living dangerously is not wearing a seatbelt, yet calamity always seems to find her. 
Married to a workaholic, mothering three rebellious kids, and feuding with neighborhood friends, Nikki forgets her problems one afternoon by smoking marijuana. That blunder ignites a lifelong yet dormant medical condition, and she loses her driver’s license. Suddenly stranded in her home, she’s forced to stare out the window at women who have ostracized her. 
Her true friends encourage her to concentrate on her health, but Nikki is her own nemesis. She embarks on a scheme to win back neighborhood friends and plunges into efforts that only end in muddying her reputation. She becomes the butt of neighborhood jokes.  
Foolishly, her ache to mend her broken relationships escalates. Not until her two-timing husband asks her a question that catapults her frivolous suburban life into a tailspin is she forced to stop reaching for others and stand on her own. 
If you like novels about family struggles, friendship wars, quieting your inner critic, and surviving rejection, you’ll love Friends Who Move Couches, a laugh-out-loud yet insightful story every woman can relate to in some way. 

Exerpt
“I can’t drive.” 
“Oh, c’mon, it’s six blocks. It’s not like you’re going to run someone over.” 
“I could, you know.” I remove my keys from a hook in the kitchen and stomp toward the front door. “There are a lot of kids in this neighborhood.” 
“You’re such a pansy. Have you ever done anything wrong in your entire life?” 
“In case you forgot, I smoked dope the other day, Hux.” What am I doing? Trying to impress my kid? I’ve lost more than my license. I’ve lost my mind.
“Yeah and that’s what got you into this mess. It’s not my fault you lost your license. Bring me my lunch. It will take less than three minutes.” 
He’s right. This isn’t his fault, and I am cowardly. I’m a law-abiding pansy. My idea of breaking the law is jaywalking. “Just because you break the law all the time—” 
“You’re such a prude,” he interrupts.
“What did you call me? I’m your mother, for God’s sake.” 
“Mom, you’ve driven to school thousands of times. What do you think is going to happen this one time?” 
He’s attempting to guilt me into this. I know. But it’s working because I never do anything I’m not supposed to, and I’m sick and tired of the dull-and-boring Nikki I’ve aged into. That’s probably Mark’s annoyance with me, too. “There’s no excitement in our life,” he complains, relentlessly. 
“Is that Hux’s lunch? I can drop it off,” Evy says. 
Hux hears him. “There, if you’re chicken shit, have Evy bring it.”  
“What?” 
My blood boils. I head out the front door and hurry toward my SUV. 
“You little s--t.” I’ll be mortified later that I swore at one of my kids, but he’s being such a spoiled brat right now I don’t care. I pull my mouth away from the phone. “Evy, can you please keep an eye on the girls for a minute?” Then I holler into the phone again. “I’m getting you out of bed tomorrow at seven-thirty, you hear me?” 
“You’re not supposed to drive,” Evy scolds as I get in the car and turn on the ignition. 
“Seven-thirty? I start at eight-thirty. It takes less than ten minutes to walk here. I don’t know why you won’t let me take your car, anyway. It’s not like you’re driving it.” 
“Naggy,” Evy hollers. “You’re not allowed to drive.” 
“You wrecked my car, Hux. That’s why your father had to buy me a new one.” 
I turn around and gaze out the back window because my old car didn’t have a camera, and I forget my new one does. I step on the gas, giving it more than expected. I feel a jolting motion and hear a crunch. 
My first thought is, my God, I’ve run over a kid. 
I shove the car into park and run to the back. Evy beats me there. 
“Oh, darling, please tell me that’s D-Amy Everglade’s bike and not Gianna’s. It would be sweet justice in so many ways.” 
I glance at the mangled bike lodged beneath my back bumper. 
The front door opens, and Amy Everglade lets out a scream that sends our dog, Furgy, scurrying out the door and down the street. 
Evy opens the car door and grabs Hux’s lunch. 
“I’ll drop this off and find the dog. You might want to call in the pit crew, Mario.” 
My plan to win more friends might not be working as well as once thought. 

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Who I am a middle-aged woman who decided eight years ago to get serious about my writing.  I had been dabbling since my final year of university, but hadn’t actually completed a book.  In 2012 I wrote “the end” on my first book and I haven’t looked back.  I persisted – taking courses, attending conferences, learning about both the craft and the business of writing.  2020 was my year as I’ve published three books.
Interests I know it’s a cop-out, but I really do spend most of my spare time writing, editing, or doing other business-related things.  I guess if I were to choose one interest, it would be Outlander.  I have met Diana Gabaldon several times – a very gracious lady – and I have listened to her series through from beginning to end three times.  That’s roughly an investment of 365 hours for the “Big Books” and another 74 hours for the “in-Between” books and the Outlandish Guides.  Needless to say, I’m waiting for baited breath for Book 9. I recently had the honor of listening to Ms. Gabaldon read a chapter.  Can’t wait.
Network  I have a great support network.  I belong to the Greater Vancouver Writer’s Association and pre-pandemic, looked forward to their monthly meetings.  We still have meetings online, but it’s not quite the same thing.  In March I joined The Creative Academy for Writers and have found a true home.  The women who run the Academy have created a welcoming place where writers from every genre can meet and share craft tips and business ideas.  We even share our work and I did my first ZOOM reading from my current book.
Desk My desk?  Well, a bit eclectic.  I was working from home before the pandemic, so I have my two monitors, keyboard and mouse.  I push those back when I’m not working and pull out my laptop for anything non-work related.  Also, I have my cat’s food.  Lady Arabella de Bergerac (better known as Bella) is a purebred Himalayan, seventeen, and blind.  I found it easiest to put her food on the desk.  My recliner butts up against it, so she can eat when she’s hungry, and hunker down on the recliner when she’s full.  This arrangement has the added bonus that my five-year-old ChinPoo doesn’t have access to the cat food.  Ally and Bella get along well, but Ally would do just about anything to get a hold of Bella’s wet food.
Outrageous   I’m struggling to come up with some outrageous talent.  Something I’m good at.  So I’ll talk about my dog.  Ally was a rescue, and the first thing I did was take her for training.  We did four rounds of training in her first two years, culminating in therapy dog training, which she passed with flying colors.  She’s not a service dog, but she is dedicated to making people happy.  In pre-pandemic times, we would hang out at the local coffee shop.  I would write novels, and she would hang out at my feet.  Regulars would come to visit, and often children would venture over.  Ally is incredibly patient with everyone, but especially children.  I think she misses the human interactions as her world is now just me and my roommate.  I can’t wait until the world returns to normal, and she can get back out into the world to make people happy.  As the honorary mascot of my writing group, I know she’s been missed.  That being said, she has been known to ZOOM bomb meetings.
Window In my old home, I looked through my window and out over a forest.  The trees were beautiful and soothing.  Recently I’ve moved to the city and my window looks out over a street.  I can see my neighbors – something very new.  The view isn’t what it used to be, but Ally is thrilled.  The window is floor-to-ceiling, so she sits at my feet and looks out over her dominion.  She has to say ‘hello’ to all her buddies in the neighborhood so there’s plenty of barking.  I’ve grown accustomed to my new view, and my biggest regret is the beautiful colorful leaves have all fallen and we’re now headed into the dreaded Pacific Northwest rainy winter.  At least I have my dog at my feet and my cat nearby.

Amber Eyes
School principal Gage Clayton is still grieving the death of his wife and submissive, yet he can't ignore his Dominant needs. As he enters Club Kink, he's inexplicably drawn to a newly released sub with an intriguing proposition and the most captivating amber eyes. But she has disturbing baggage and her expectations prove quite a challenge, one that would necessitate a commitment he's not ready for.
Rielle Reid needs a Dom while she waits for her former Master to return. When she invites a handsome stranger to her home dungeon for a night of play, she's surprised at his gentle dominance—and her response to it. But in the light of day, his demand for equal footing confounds her. After living four years as a twenty-four/seven slave, she has no concept of how to be anything other than property.
Gage must find a way to master Rielle to free them both from the shackles of the past.

Excerpt 
She released his hand, rose, and stretched. Leaning down, she placed a kiss to his cheek. “Come to bed soon. You’re looking as tired as I’m feeling.” Then she was gone.
In her wake, however, a wave of desire swept over him.
Come to bed soon, she said. As in come to our bed soon? There had been no talk of sleeping arrangements, and the room she’d used the previous weekend had been cleaned, sheets laundered, everything put to rights. Sex was out of the question, but sleeping with someone? For the whole night? That held almost as much appeal.
Almost.
Cleanup was simple, and within a few minutes, he headed to the bathroom. The steam from her earlier shower had dissipated, but her scent lingered. He’d yet to put his finger on the exact scent of body spray she used, but he liked trying to guess. He loved the mystery and allure that came with the not knowing.
When he stepped into his bedroom, one of the bedside lamps was on, casting the room in shadows. She was already in bed, covers pulled up. He stripped out of his clothes and slid in beside her, cradling her against him, spoon-style. She extended a hand to switch off the light, and he stopped her.
“I don’t mind sleeping with the light on.”
“With you next to me, I don’t need the light.”
He was moved almost to the point beyond words. “I’ll always protect you. You know that, right?”
Instead of responding, she cuddled closer to him, burrowing herself under the blankets. It wasn’t long before her breath evened out and even less time after that before his did.

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More about Gabbi
Even though Gabbi Black is a firm believer in happy endings, she makes her characters work for it in every romance she writes, no matter what the genre.  From contemporary to BDSM, they are penned early in the morning in her home in beautiful British Columbia while she is kept company by her trusty ChinPoo dog and her cantankerous Himalayan cat.  She also writes gay romances as Gabbi Grey.