Visions Of Ransom Lake

Romance

Marcia Lynn McClure

Western & Frontier

DISTRACTIONS INCORPORATED

Cassidy Shea's life was nothing if not serene. Loving parents and a doting brother provided happiness and innocent hope in dreaming as life's experience. Yes, life was blissful at her beloved home of Terrill.Still, for all its beauty and tranquility...ever there was something intangible and evasive lurking in the shadows. And though Cassidy wasted little worry on it...still she sensed its existence, looming as a menacing fate bent on ruin.

Shackles of Honor

Historical

Distractions, Inc

Angelina Hunter was seriously minded, and it was a good thing. Her father’s ranch needed a woman who could endure the strenuous work of ranch life. Since her mother’s death, Angelina had been that woman. She had no time for frivolity; no time for a less severe side of life. Not when there was so much to be done—hired hands to feed, a widower father to care for and an often ridiculously lighted-hearted younger sister to worry about. No. Angelina Hunter had no time for the things most young women her age enjoyed. 
And yet, Angelina had not always been so hardened. There had been a time when she boasted a fun, flirtatious nature even more delightful than her sister Becca’s—a time when her imagination soared with adventurous, romantic dreams. But that all ended years before at the hand of one man. Her heart turned to stone…safely becoming void of any emotion save impatience and indifference. 
Until the day her dreams returned, the day the very maker of her broken heart rode back into her life. As the dust settled from the cattle drive which brought him back, would Angelina’s heart be softened? Would she learn to hope again? Would her long-lost dreams become a blessed reality?

Dusty Britches

Contemporary

SHE HAD ALWAYS LOVED HIM...FOREVER IT SEEMED SHE HAD LOVED HIM. YET, WHEN SO MANY OTHERS LOVED HIM, TOO-WHAT HOPE DID SHE HAVE OF OWNING HIS LOVE IN RETURN? Jacey Whittaker couldn't remember a time when she hadn't loved Scott Pendleton-the boy next door. She couldn't remember a time when Scott hadn't been in her life-in her heart. Yet, Scott was every other girl's dream, too. How could Jacey possibly hope to win such a prize-the attention, the affections, the very heart of such a sought after young man? Yet, win him she did! He became the bliss of her youthful heart-at least for a time. Still, some dreams live fulfilled-and some are lost. Loss changes the very soul of a being. Jacey wondered if her soul would ever rebound. Certainly, she went on-lived a happy life-if not so full and perfectly happy a life as she once lived. Yet, she feared she would never recover-never get over Scott Pendleton-her first love. Until the day a man walked into her apartment-into her apartment and into her heart. Would this man be the one to heal her broken heart? Would this man be her one true love?

Love Me

Literature & Fiction

Erotica

Distractions Ink

"Dear Mr. McLean,      I feel, as you do, that this arrangement will be beneficial and satisfactory for both of us. I agree that we, having committed to follow through with the previously corresponded terms, will legally marry upon my arrival next week. I expect nothing from you, save a place of residence, the required necessities of living, hard work to keep my mind and physical being occupied, and respect. I in turn will assist you in whatever is required to sustain and maintain your land and crops, while providing meals, doing mending, and fulfilling other non-intimate duties commonly performed by a man's legal wife.      I will arrive in Blue Springs on the 10:00 a.m. train, April 3rd..."       Genieva Bankmans had willfully agreed to the arrangement.  She had given her word and she would not dishonor it.  Yet when she saw, for the first time, the man whose advertisement she'd answered...she was desperately intimidated.  The handsome and powerful Brevan McLean was not what she'd expected-he was not the sort of man she'd reconciled herself to marrying.      This man-the stranger whose name Genieve now bore-was strong-willed, quick-tempered and expectant of much from his new wife.  Brevan McLean did not deny that he had married her for practical reasons only.  He merely wanted any woman whose hard work would provide him assistance with the brutal demands of farm life.      Still, Genieva would learn there were far darker things, grave secrets held unspoken by Brevan McLean concerning his family and his land.  Genieva Bankmans McLean would find herself in the midst of treachery, violence and villainy-her estranged husband deeply entangled in it.

The Heavenly Surrender

A Crimson Frost

Beloved of her father, King Dacian, and adored by her people, the Scarlet Princess Monet endeavored to serve her kingdom well-for the people of the Kingdom of Karvana were good, and worthy of service. Long Monet had known that even her marriage would serve her people. Her husband would be chosen for her-for this was the way of royal existence. Still, as any woman does-peasant or princess-Monet dreamt of owning true love-of owning choice in love. Thus, each time the raven-haired, sapphire-eyed, Crimson Knight of Karvana rode near-Monet knew regret-for in secret, she loved him-and she could not choose him. As an arrogant king from another kingdom began to wage war against Karvana, Karvana's king, knights and soldiers answered the challenge. The Princess Monet would also know battle. As the Crimson Knight battled with armor and blade-so the Scarlet Princess would battle in sacrifice and with secrets held. Thus, when the charge was given to preserve the heart of Karvana-Monet endeavored to serve her kingdom and forget her secreted love. Yet, love is not so easily forgotten

The fire burned hot and red in the pit, and Saphyre's eyes again began to long for the sweet respite of slumber. Still, she dared not close them for a moment in the presence of these strangers, and so it was she continued to study the men-wonder of their lives before the keep-and their secrets. It was certain they owned secrets-for did not she? All human beings owned secrets-some more than others perhaps-but all owned them. Thus, she sat in contemplation. What secrets would drive men to such solitude? "Have you sorted us all out then?" he asked unexpected. His gaze bore down upon her like the red heat of the sun. "Have you sorted the gentlemen from the miscreants? Determined who will serve as your lover and who will be your footman?" Descended of a legendary line of strength and beauty, Saphyre Snow had once known happiness as princess of the Kingdom of Graces. Once a valiant king had ruled in wisdom-once a loving mother had spoken soft words of truth to her daughter. Yet, a strange madness had poisoned great minds-a strange fever inviting Lord Death to linger. Soon it was even Lord Death sought to claim Saphyre Snow for his own-and all Saphyre loved seemed lost. Thus, Saphyre fled-forced to leave all familiars for necessity of preserving her life. Alone, and without provision, Saphyre knew Lord Death might yet claim her-for how could a princess hope to best the Reaper himself? Still, fate often provides rescue by extraordinary venues, and Saphyre was not delivered into the hands of Death-but into the hands of those hiding dark secrets in the depths of bruised and bloodied souls. Saphyre knew a measure of hope and asylum in the company of these battered vagabonds. Even she knew love-a secreted love-a forbidden love. Yet it was love itself-even held secret-that would again summon Lord Death to hunt the princess, Saphyre Snow.

Saphyre Snow

An Old-Fashioned Romance

Life went along simply, if not rather monotonously, for Breck McCall.  Her job was satisfying, she had true friends.  But she felt empty-as if party of her soul was detached and lost to her.  She longed for something-something which seemed to be missing.      Yet, there were moments when Breck felt she might almost touch something wonderful.  And most of those moments came while in the presence of her handsome, yet seemingly haunted boss-Reese Thatcher.

Ember Taffee had always lived with her mother and sister in the little cottage by the sea. Her father had once lived there too, but the deep had claimed his life long ago. Still, her existence was a happy one, and Ember found joy, imagination, and respite in the sea and the trinkets it would leave for her on the sand. Each morning Ember would wander the shore searching for treasures left by the tides. Though she cherished each pretty shell she found, her favorite gifts from Neptune were the rare mermaid tears-bits of tinted glass worn smooth and lovely by ocean. To Ember, in all the world there were no jewels lovelier than mermaid tears.  Yet one morning, Ember was to discover that Neptune would present her with a gift more rare than any other-something she would value far more than the shells and sea glass she collected. One morning Ember Taffee would find a living, breathing man washed up on the sand-a man who would own claim to her heart as full as Neptune himself owned claim to the seas.

The Tide of the Mermaid Tears

Life went along simply, if not rather monotonously, for Breck McCall. Her job was satisfying, and she had true friends. But she felt empty-as if part of her soul were detached and lost to her. She longed for something-something that seemed to be missing.¶ ¶ Yet there were moments when Breck felt she might almost touch something wonderful. And most of those moments came while in the presence of her handsome yet seemingly haunted boss-Reese Thatcher.

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Visions Of Ransom Lake

Shackles of Honor

Dusty Britches

Love Me

The Heavenly Surrender

A Crimson Frost

Saphyre Snow

An Old-Fashioned Romance

The Tide of the Mermaid Tears

An Old-Fashioned Romance