A Recipe For Love @Natalieann121 #mgtab

Take an ex-Navy SEAL security expert that has demons he’s trying to outrun. Guilt piled on his shoulders higher than Mount Olympus and mistakes he’ll never forgive himself for.

Then add in the lone girl of the Fierce Five. The one that is always calm, cool, collected, and in control. Who puts her family business and obligations before any personal life. Why? Because it seems no one wants her for her, but rather her name.

Mix them together and you get Fierce-Ella. Two strong-willed individuals both looking for love—secretly from each other for years.

When I started the Fierce Five Series over two years ago I made sure to build each of the siblings characters exponentially in the next book. I’ve always had a deeper connection to my heroes than my heroines. But by time I got to Ella’s story, I realized she was by far my favorite all along. Watching her journey through each book while her brothers fell in love and she supported them was nothing short of…loving from a woman that most called cold.

Fierce-Ella will be released on Feb 19th and though I originally thought that would be the end of the series, I just couldn’t bring myself to do that. Not when I’ve become so close to this family. (Yes, authors get attached to their characters as if they are living in those worlds with them). So in the summer of 2019, I will be releasing Fierce-Sam, the first of the Fierce Family. The Fierce Five have 7 cousins that were introduced in Cade’s book. Of course they need their own stories!

Until then, enjoy Fierce-Ella. Or Brody, Aiden, Mason, and Cade. Each book can be read as a stand-alone or in any order. And if you are a member of Kindle Unlimited, then you can read them FREE! Or for 99 cents you can check out their parents story in How Gavin Stole Christmas!

 

A Celebration!

On January 16th, I marked a milestone with my 40th book was published! It’s hard to believe that I have now officially published FORTY books!! Rescued, Heal Me Series, Book 4 was released that day and it marks the big occasion!!! I must admit that I have even surprised myself with this!

It’s exciting to think of all the stories that I have released and how many more I still have to write! Who would have thought that back in October 2010 when I came up with my first plot, that I would ever continue writing, much less write over 40!!!

The first year I published (2011), I released two (My Blood Runs Blue & Blue Blood for Life). In 2017, I published 18 with the help of my thirteen book Celebration Series. Right there is half of my published books in two of those years.

With each release, I find myself more humbled by the number of people who download a copy and reach out to tell me how much they enjoyed the story. I am truly humled and so happy that I can touch so many people with my writing and look forward to the future!

Now, how long do you think it will take me to hit 50 books published?

Do you love Medical Romance?

The check out the Heal Me Series, Cured, Revived, Mended and Rescued. You can download a FREE copy of Cured right now!

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Ah, February! #mgtab

February is a cruel month, and I won’t be sad to see it go. Hints of warm blue sky and balmy breezes whisper that spring’s just around the corner—then Slam! Arctic gales, dumps and dumps of snow, the heart of winter—Sploosh, slog, sleet and slop—buckets of rain that turn everything to slush again—repeat, repeat, repeat.

It’s a hard month to get out of bed in the morning during, let alone be cheery in—so much gray, so much cold, no festive events to look forward to except Valentine’s Day (which would be much more romantic if it were a civic holiday, LOL).

Yesterday, I admit the month tricked me. I saw the brilliant sun outside my window and recalled the lovely mild temperature of the previous day and headed out in flats without socks to rush the kids to school and get to an appointment. Imagine my poor feet’s surprise when they realized six inches or more of snow had fallen in the night!

The day only got better from there. As I was frantically clearing the car, having not allowed time in my schedule for doing so, my daughter, already feeling miserably sick, slipped on ice. Then she spilled tea across her lap just as we were pulling out of the driveway and had to go back to the house and change.

I followed her inside so I could call my appointment, tell them I was running late—and stepped in my dogs’ full water dish, tipping it over with a crashing splash. The dogs and cat, all convinced the noise was somehow connected to the beginning of a canine/feline apocalypse, took off in separate directions to the four corners of the house.

I tried to cajole the smallest dog—a Pomeranian I dog-sit regularly—back to the dog room. The blond beast took, “Heeeeeere Foxy, heeeere Foxy,” (or some such call) to mean: “Run, run! Go through her legs, jump up on the couch!”

As I lunged to grab the creature, apparently I frightened it again—or rather, scared the crap out of it.  Literally.

There’s nothing like cleaning up dog doo—no matter how little and deer-like the pellets—when you’re already late.

Back in the car, pulling out of the driveway, Take 2, I turned on the stereo—AND WAS HIT BY A HORRIFIC NOISE SO LOUD I ALMOST COULDN’T UNDERSTAND WHAT IT WAS. I slammed the off button as fast as I could, heart and ears bleeding. No one should have to listen to Kesha at the best of times. They should definitely not have to listen to her blasting, “D.I.N.O.YOU ARE a dinosaur,” at sonic-boom decibels before 9:00 in the morning.  At least my kids were cheered up by my trauma. They even laughed.

Not long after that I made the mistake of telling the kids the superstition that bad things happen in threes so we should be home free for the rest of the day. And in quick succession I: was stopped by the train, lost my keys in the office where I finally had my meeting (after going to the completely wrong building), and got my son to school almost a full-hour late.

Some of you are thinking it’s ridiculous to blame a month, especially a tiny, pathetic, no statutory holiday one, for my bad day—but others of you are wiser. You know full well that February is shorter than other months so that we have a better chance of surviving it. You know that bad days can hit anytime, but in February they are worse.

The end of the day came, finally, and the sky held no trace of the day’s foulness.  It was soft and inky black and clear.  The moon, full and round and benevolent, was a bright glowy white; the sympathetic shadows on its face clearly visible.  Saying so is a cliché, perhaps, but it was breathtaking. I’m sure it was the evening’s way of celebrating with me: Ah, February. One night closer to done for another full year!

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“Ah, February” was originally published in the Terrace Standard, February 2011, so it’s a little outdated now . . . but only regarding the age of my children and the number of dogs and cats in my house at any given time. The bad luck that seems to abound in the bleak of February, my general malaise, and my extreme eagerness for us to get into March continues!

In fact, there is only one thing February really has going for it . . . but it’s a fabulous thing: February is the perfect month for guilt-free burrowing on your couch with a blanket and a book! So on that note, see you in March and until then . . . very happy reading!

? Ev

P.S. If you’re looking for a cozy escape, I’d be honored if you “book” your getaway with me. River’s Sigh B & B Vol. 1 -4 is on sale for just .99 for the month of February only! (So I guess I accidentally lied. There are TWO fabulous things in February, LOL.)

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P.P.S. I actually think Kesha’s song “Dinosaur” is awesome.

P.P.P.S. I’m really going to stop blabbing soon. I promise! I just wanted to remind you to make sure you enter our Authors Billboard February contest for a chance to win gift cards, print books, or free eBooks! To find out more details on this month’s contest, click here! https://authorsbillboard.com/

 

Know Your Audience

Knowing your audience before you start writing can save time and as a very busy writer, I am usually all about that 🙂

I am thrilled to announce the new release of In the Dog House, which used to be titled Just For You, and used to be about a divorced military dad who’s ex went into rehab, and he has to suddenly come home to a sullen ten year old the ex had kept from him. He does it, gladly, but is a fish out of water.  The love interest is a local dog trainer/psychologist who had given up a child for adoption when she was just a teen, after getting pregnant when her mom died, and she’d spent time in an out of foster care before her great aunt takes her in. Wonderful angst, wonderful conflict.

Too angsty. The story is now about an uncle in the military who comes home on leave when his sister, who was in a horrific car accident, is put into a medically induced coma. He has to take care of his nephew, who he knows from occasional vacations and Skype calls. Emma still gets to be a psychologist, but never had a baby underage and out of wedlock.

It has taken me a long time to be able to write the above paragraph without gritting my teeth, and to find the humor in the situation. The original book was completely overhauled and I’m glad it got a new title—it needed a new title. It deserved a new title. Why was I willing to do it, you ask?

Because, I love, love love Jackson and Emma. I wanted their story of overcoming odds to be told, and to reach the widest audience, which meant putting in the time to tell the story in a way that ticks all of the “clean” romance boxes.

No cussing, no drugs, no deadbeat single dads, no teenage pregnancy. Oh—and I had to cut 15,000 words. The upside is that I know Emma and Jackson like they are roommates—which is kind of what our characters become; family. I know their story is solid. I hope you enjoy them too—I’ve included an excerpt:

available 2/11 In the Dog House:

Emma finished her wine on the back porch, looking up at the moon and stars. Stars always made her think of Jackson, their very hot kiss in the kitchen, the way they’d fit as if no time had passed at all. Her hand on his muscular arms, her hip to his, his fingers caressing her lower back. The musky scent of his cologne.

Just like that, desire for him had rekindled—but not a thing had changed between them. If anything, the chips were stacked even higher. Now, she had a business that needed to expand in order to save dogs, a doctorate her own professor wasn’t sure she wanted—and the stirring of her heartstrings when she thought of Jackson and the man he’d become.

She might not survive a second broken heart, and he would break it—just by doing what he needed to do, who he’d been raised to be, which was finish his career in the military. He would not choose her—again.

A shooting star whisked across the night sky, and she closed her eyes to make a wish.

I want true love with a man I can trust to pick me first. Which crosses Jackson Hardy off the list.

https://www.amazon.com/Dog-House-Traci-Hall-ebook/dp/B07MYX7596

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/in-the-dog-house-traci-hall/1130335742?

https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/in-the-dog-house/id1450181946?_bbid=15668&mt=11

https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/in-the-dog-house-1?

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Traci