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Willow’s Cry is live!

When you’ve pissed off Mother Nature, anything can happen…

Blurb:

Alex is just a regular guy… who can hear the wind speak and the earth talk, not a bad thing for a Park Ranger if a bit unusual. His life is everything he desires. Until Mother Nature expresses her displeasure at his family’s threat to sell the land they had been charged to protect. Alex is left to try to stop the sale, finding a damsel in distress along the way who wraps herself around his heart.

Happy living in her tree, observing the world without joining in, Willow has yearned for Alex for years. Too shy to emerge, the little nymph is suddenly catapulted into Alex’s arms, her tree destroyed during a massive storm.

Mother Nature has a plan and she’ll do everything she can to force Alex’s family to continue their roles as guardians, even if it means sacrificing one she protects.

 

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/Willows-Cry-Beverly-Ovalle-ebook/dp/B07BJCJ5FP/

Universal Amazon: http://mybook.to/readWillowsCry

 

Excerpt:

The liquid heat rolled down his body. Rolling his neck, he let it do its work, his muscles relaxing one by one. Head against the tiled wall, he watched the dirty water swirl in the bottom, exiting down the drain. He’d soap up. In a minute. The sound of the water tinkling down soothed him. Closing his eyes, muscles relaxing, each bead took away a bit of his stress, the images of the past couple of days flashing in front of his eyes.

The trek to get down to the hikers fell to him. First on the scene, Alex evaluated the situation. He quickly set up his equipment. Listening to the wind, an urgency had him securing ropes to the large rocks jutting up through the grass. Pitons weren’t his first choice but he needed to hurry. Ensuring each rope had its own ascender to help the hikers climb to safely. Not to mention if either were injured he could move them up on his own.

Alex glanced at the area, the mountain a guaranteed mudslide waiting to happen. With the imminent threat, speed became absolutely necessary. Sending his coordinates over the two way radio strapped to him, Alex stepped off the cliff, quickly rappelling down.

One of the hikers, unhurt other than assorted bruises, did his best to help Alex secure the injured hiker for transport. With a search team yet to reach them, Alex needed his muscle to help pull up the unconscious woman. Her leg was broken, and even with a makeshift splint it would be a hard journey up. The splint her partner applied good enough to get her up. Alex stabilized her for the trip to the top. Looking at the path, hearing the urgent whispers in the wind, Alex realized he needed to act now.

Exhaling, he squared his shoulders.

 

So, now that Willow’s Cry is done, I’m working on Finding Faith. The 2nd book in the Dragon’s Fated Heart Series. 

This is Crag’s story…

Faith checked her compass. She needed to ensure she was heading in the correct direction. Her body tingled pleasantly, achy in bits, but satiation made her movements languid. She’d never dreamed a man could make her feel like that. She’d been wild and out of control. He made her forget herself.

She couldn’t do that. She couldn’t abandon Hope. Forgetting herself would make her lose time. She wasn’t too upset about yesterday. Her lips quirked. Well, she wasn’t at all upset about yesterday. Everything about the man she’d met sent her body out of control. Whirling into dizzying heights of pleasure she’d never imagined existed.

She hadn’t planned on spending the night learning about passion. Once the man was asleep and snoring away, it was easy enough to slide from his arms. Kneeling, she couldn’t help but stare for a bit.

Heavily muscular, he was mouthwateringly fit.  His six pack led down and his bulk showed he liked his food. His abdomen, obviously tight and in shape, but his waist carried just a bit of a love handle, proving he loved his food. Smothering a smile, Faith had wanted to wake him and tease him, just a bit.

Knowing the foolishness of that desire, she stifled her laughter, following his glory trail south. The sight of his large, thick, flaccid penis dried her mouth. Moisture settling south, drenching her pussy. The ache in her abdomen, the racing of her heart, assured her that settling down and straddling him was an awesome idea. Just imagining him sliding into her shortened her breath.

Leaning forward, knowing it was pure foolishness, Faith licked him from his root to his tip. Pulling back, his cock rose following her mouth. Licking her lips, she suckled the tip. Her hips tilted, wanting to feel him inside. He tasted so good. Salty and manly.

Faith giggled. He moaned. She stilled. Flicking out her tongue, she licked him, sucking lightly. He grew, filling her mouth. Unable to resist, Faith bobbed down, taking as much of him as she could. Her fingers slid into action, one hand caressing his large sac and the other grasping him at the root, holding him up for her pleasure.

 

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FrOm Me tO yOu! Just a tidbit while I’m editing…

I’m editing today! I’m trying to come to a comfortable solution to writing with the increase in our household. I know, they’ve been here since late March but it takes me time! The girls are both down here with me, so I’m going to see if I can accomplish any editing with them down here.

Wish me luck!

So here is a tidbit. And good heavens if you see an error let me know!

Happy Saturday!

The phone rang, loud and obnoxious in the quiet night. God, he hoped there wasn’t another emergency. Alex stomped in, slamming the door open, tired in every inch of his body. He didn’t even flinch at the loud bang. With his luck he’d be going back out again. The storm that passed through downed trees and stranded campers. He spent the last couple of days searching for hikers lost in the storm.

“Hello?”

“Good job finding the hikers.”

Before he could take a much needed rest, he needed to file his paperwork. He didn’t need accolades. Grunting rather than replying, he placed the phone on speaker.

“You could at least say thank you.”

“What’d you need?” On the best of days he didn’t like people. Placing his hat onto the table and tossing his coat over the coatrack Alex kicked the chair back from the desk and settled down, wriggling to find comfort in the hard seat. Jordan never called without a reason.

“Just wanted to complement you.”

“Fine, consider it done.” Hanging up the phone before Jordan say another word, Alex reached over and turned his computer on. Despite the cost, he bought a program for his computer to easily help with his reports. Booting up the program, Alex began to speak and it typed. Thank God. Sometimes his fingers seemed larger than the keyboard.

Alex leaned over, untying his boots. His voice echoing through the empty room. The laces unforgiving, tight with rain and mud. The heat in the room began to sink into his cold tired bones. With the laces loose enough, he pulled them off, spreading his toes in relief. With the heater going, the smell from the wet leather of his boots and the stink of his feet began to fill the room.

So, just a picture to let you know what I’d rather be doing, lol. No, we don’t get up to any trouble at book conventions! 😉

Mother Nature, lol MBLU

 

From Me to You!

 

Better late than never! I couldn’t miss posting on the last Saturday of the year!

It is bitter sweet. I just came back from the second retirement party of the week. Both employees had over 30 years of service. One day it will be me, but not yet. Instead I had to say goodbye to two wonderful workers. Each person that retires takes a little piece with them, changing the workplace forever.

It’s not all sad, I hire new employees that add their own personality to the mix. In an ever changing workplace everyone contributes. It keeps me hopping!

So, now that I said goodbye, I’m home.

I’m trying to finish up Willow’s Cry. I have my beta readers info and I’ll be editing based on their input. I’m still waiting for one to get back to me, so I’ll have to email her, but I have two of them to get started. I’m also trying a crash course of photoshop, lol. I know what I want for my cover and I just need a little help to get it done.

It’s harder than it looks! At least for me.

So, have a Happy New Year and I hope 2018 is filled with new and joyful experiences!

 

From Me to You ~ Sneak peek of Willow’s Cry

I’m checking out covers for my upcoming book Willow’s Cry. I’ve found a few base photos for the cover, but I can’t post one of them as I haven’t purchased it yet! Here are a couple I’m looking at. No decision yet, I’m trying to figure out photo shop! The program I use for teasers doesn’t put out good enough graphics to create a cover. So I learn photo shop or I pay someone to do the cover. I have time. Willow’s Cry is out with some of my beta readers, still needs edits and I have to do a blurb. Ack.

So, let me see if I can find a semi decent excerpt…

Willow’s Cry

Alex could see the effects of the storm as he got closer to the river running down the mountain. The older, weaker trees sported downed limbs, cracked where the wind ripped them away. The breeze made its way through the branches above seemed to whisper an apology at their cries.

Alex slowed, looking around. The damage horrific. Trees ripped up and torn out. Many others damaged, missing limbs, leaves and scorched in places. Mother Nature released a hell of a tantrum. The river muddy, rushing away debris swirling in it from higher up the mountain. It looked like a tornado hit. His breath rushed out. He’d never seen this much damage from a storm before. Alex could feel his heart ache as it beat, matching the rhythm of weeping wrapping around him.

Alex stopped, appalled at the sight, saddened at the cruel hand of Gaia. Head bowed, aching along with the trees, Alex swore he heard his name cried. Looking up, a grand old oak cantered over on its side, half of its roots ripped from the ground. Held up by a cracked and damaged willow tree.

Again, he heard his name and the eerie weeping seemed to lodge inside of him. Alex took a step forward, not knowing why, but needing to answer the call. He moved toward the tree and a man stepped toward him materializing from the trunk. Injured and dazed he reached toward Alex. Alex looked him at him and gasped. Stepping forward, he gently pulled him in his arms, careful not to injure him further.

“Father.”

“Alexander.” His name came out on a sigh from his father’s lips. “I need your help.”

“Here. Rest here and let me set up my tent.” Alex helped his father sit, letting him rest against the oak. He could see him change as he touched the tree, his skin changing to match the trunk. Alex pulled off his backpack and quickly set up his tent and sleeping bag.

“Alexander, you have to help Willow.” His father’s voice weak, thready.

“Father, let me help you first, then I will help the willow.” His father bowed his head, pain in his features and nodded. Alex could still hear the weeping echo through the trees, a sound of unutterable sadness. “Come, please. Lay down.”

“Alexander, I need to stay with my tree. If I have any hope of surviving, I have to stay with my tree.” A whisper from the man whose voice always boomed out whenever he spoke.

“I don’t understand.” Dazed, Alex sat next to him. How could this be real? “What are you? Why…how did you do that?”

From me to you ~ I’m going western again!

I’m heading out on vacation again! We’re going to see Mount Rushmore, the Winchester Mystery House and then visit with our son. It’s a been a year since I saw my baby and I’ve missed him. He’s 25 but he’ll always be my baby, lol.

In the mean time, I have been writing. I stumped myself with Finding Faith. I have to go back and read it over. I think I got lost in the woods with Faith and Crag! But even so I’ve been busy. I’m working on a new erotic western adventure. Yup, we’re going back to the Triple D Dude Ranch! I’ll be pulling Triple D Dude Ranch from the retailers I have it at and putting it just on Kindle Unlimited. Triple D: Enticed by the Cowboy will be on KU when I finish it. If I get any time while on vacation to write!

Here’s just a snippet.

Blaire snuck into the barn. The cowboy entered earlier to do his chores. She’d seen him from the window of her bedroom. A gleam of sunlight caught her ring. The sparkle of her engagement ring bringing a smirk to her face. Quickly, she turned it. She didn’t want it to give her away. The rustle of horses shifting in their stalls a familiar sound. Blaire crept further in the barn until she spied her quarry.

Slipping into a freshly cleaned stall, Blaire clamored up on a bale of hay. It was just waiting to be broken and spread out. Sitting down, she had a perfect view of the cowboy’s gleaming, muscular shoulders. Just as she’d hoped! Even though the air held a crispness to it, he sweated from hard work. His muscles bunched with each movement. His shirt lay across a gate, sending tingles to her tummy at the sight. The smell of horse manure wasn’t enough to stop her breath from quickening.

Blaire easily imagined the feel of his callused hands touching her.

You know it only gets steamier! 

Haven’t read Triple D Dude Ranch? Why not? It’s only .99!

One look ignites a smolder between Dan and Blaire, one touch sparks a wildfire that burns out of control, hotter than the Texas sun.

Blurb:

Blaire is a freelance photographer on assignment. She is heading home to Texas, armed with her camera to do a photo feature for the Tribune. Taking photos of the dude ranch, she gets an eyeful of an uninhibited cowboy through her lens. The summer heat of Texas has nothing on the heat he generates in her.

Dan was expecting a photographer but not the sexy urban cowgirl that arrived. He knew it was hot out, he just hadn’t expected the hot and sexy woman to make him burn the minute he caught sight of her. One look and he had to quench this fire inside.

One touch between Dan and Blaire sparks a wildfire that burns hotter than the Texas summer and is just as hard to put out.

Buy links:

Amazon Universal: http://mybook.to/TripleD

eBook Universal: https://www.books2read.com/u/mvYYP2

Updates!

Stealing Hope CoverWell, first action, Stealing Hope will be coming down by tomorrow. If you haven’t read it, don’t worry, it will be going back up. My rights are reverting back to me and it is supposed to be off retailers (Zon and publishers) effective tomorrow. At that point only the paperback will be available.

After that it will be going up however on all retailers, not just Amazon. It will just take me a little bit to get the errors corrected. (I found a couple of typos!) Then it will be going up again. Give me a month or just a bit less. I want to make sure none of my royalties go to my previous publisher.

It will also be available for $2.99 in ebook when it goes back up. And yes, that will be permanent. So that’s another good thing!

Now, I’m behind on my edits for A Dragon’s Treasure so February is not looking good! But it is coming. I don’t have a cover yet and I still need to send it to an editor. (I’m still self editing before I send it out!) That all takes time. Since I have a day job that has me working 8 -10 hours a day, writing isn’t as easy as you’d think. Neither is coordinating it all!

So, here’s the anticipated lineup for the year:

Stealing Hope

A Dragon’s Treasure (stand alone)

Finding Faith (since the dragon’s fated heart series is back in my control! yay!)

Her Savior in Camouflage (but I have to change the name! I never spell camouflage right. Thank goodness for spell checker!) the Santiago’s book 3

The first book in the Windy City Dragon’s series (Juneish – We still don’t have a title! Tamara Hoffa and I are writing this)

Willow’s Cry

Whew! Let’s hope I can keep to that schedule! I’m also looking at maybe a short or two. I run on tangents and when I can’t seem to find the right words on one story, I turn to another. Plus, I’m fond on my shorts! I like something I can read during lunch. I sure hope you do to!

In the mean time, feel free to catch up with my other books!

You can find all of them here from my Amazon author page:

https://www.amazon.com/Beverly-Ovalle/e/B00BOGT8MU/

But my books are also all available on iBook, Kobo, Barnes & Noble, Scribd and 24 Symbols.

book-covers

All ready breaking my New Year’s Resolution!

20170106_213331I only managed to write for 2 days this week. The picture is hard to see, but I bruised my shoulder and elbow. It’s an icky green from the elbow bone and going to my wrist! I was crossing a street at night, on a hill and hit a patch of ice. Landed on my right shoulder, elbow and hip. Wrenched my back and my neck.

Soooo… I can only type for short periods of time without my arm aching. I about scream if I hit my elbow. It sure puts a kink in my writing! I’ve been editing A Dragon’s Treasure and I can’t really use my dragon (a talk to text program) for that. Since my resolution was to write at least 3 days a week, I obviously can’t get much done!

Nothing was broken, but bruised all to heck!

Here’s a peek at the beginning of A Dragon’s Treasure. I can’t guarantee that it won’t change! I changed it a half a dozen times so far! So, here is the current version:

Kai was so tired. A dragon’s most desired treasure was his mate. Kai shifted, stirring the treasures he’d collected around him. He was still waiting for his. The musical tinkle of the shifting coins beneath him echoing throughout the chamber. He sighed. Just a hint of smoke came with it.

Long before the settles arrived here, Kai had established his lair in the rich and verdant land that called to his soul. Rich in coal and gold, it had called to his dragon, enticing him. Kai rumbled, his gut churning. He shot out flames, relieving the ache in his stomach. They licked the walls, adding to the shine. His flame over the centuries had formed the walls surrounding his hoard into diamonds. It didn’t stop the longing in his soul.

Kai scratched at the gold beneath him, his claws digging in. Tension filled him. Normally burrowing into his gold helped. Today? Not so much.

Kai had been alone for longer than he cared to think about. Too long. He needed a mate. He ached to find her, love her. He knew she would come here. He didn’t know how or why, but Kai was sure of this. He’d travelled extensively, but what dragon hasn’t? It used to be move on or be killed. Those days were long past once shifters started coming out.

Dragons were eyed warily when they finally stepped out of the realms of legend. The last group of shifters to make themselves known to man. Too many shifters had been exterminated when they disclosed their existence. Dragons had lived too long to not be wary of man. Unlike most shifters, rumors of dragons had existed since man began to walk. Little did they realize Dragons walked among them.

Kai’s heart ached. He’d lost his parents more than two centuries past. Superstition and hate were a powerful motive. Bounties on the lives of dragons, sent fool hardy hunters after them. His mother had been caught unaware, pierced through the heart by a crossbow.

His father had gone berserk. His revenge against the hunters bloody. Kai burrowed deeper into his pile, anger gripping him. His father had been paraded around the village, head hacked from his body and displayed on a pike. He breathed deep, releasing a stream of steam that rose from between the coins. He ground his teeth, remembering.

He missed them.

Kai and his siblings had eradicated the village. He rumbled, eyes gleaming. The satisfaction of seeing his parent’s murderers plead for mercy was a balm to his soul. The blood had flowed, their bodies torn apart. Kai swallowed, the metallic taste of their blood one he wouldn’t forget. The repercussions had torn the siblings apart. Forced to flee and separate to save themselves, Kai had rarely seen them since.