Like Wolf Shifters? Me too!

Dark Moon Falls, a boxed set containing 15 novellas written by 15 different authors, is about wolf shifters. And it’s based in the Pacific Northwest. You know, where Twilight was based. There are witches. Action. Suspense. Sexy times. Hot alphas. Strong women. Great stories.

And all 15 stories are based in the same town, occurring at the same time, affecting the same characters.

Curious yet?

Here’s a tempting teaser from one of the books in the set! 

LYALL

She’s back.

His high school sweetheart. The love of his life.

The woman he let go because she needed to find herself.

Looks like she found herself back in Dark Moon Falls.

She also found herself an enemy.

And even though Lyall swore he was through chasing someone who didn’t want to be caught, he sure as hell was going to protect her from danger.

He’d figure out how to protect his heart later.

When she left town again.

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Oh hell.

“Listen, Lyall, I know we didn’t work out so well the last time, but I was thinking—”

“Hey.”

Like a siren’s song, that voice pulled Lyall’s attention to the woman who had stepped up to the end of the bar. Her eyes looked sleepy and her hair was mussed, but not so much that it looked bad, more like it reminded him of all those times over the years they’d slipped upstairs for a quickie when he was supposed to be tending bar.

Her dark curls were pulled back into a loose ponytail at her neck, and she wore a striped T-shirt dress that fell to mid-thigh. There were a pair of bejeweled flip-flops on her feet. She’d put gloss on her lips and maybe some mascara on her lashes, but otherwise, she wasn’t nearly as made up as she was when she’d arrived in town earlier in the day.

Damn, he liked her like this. Natural. Real.

Or at least, that’s how it felt to him. This was the Natalia he’d known all through high school. The smooth, sophisticated woman who walked into his bar earlier was what Lyall liked to think of as Dallas Natalia. The woman who left him for greener pastures that, based on the sadness in her eyes, she hadn’t yet found.

Probably because there wasn’t any grass greener than right here in Dark Moon Falls.

Ava snorted and swirled her drink. “Oh. You’re back. Noticed you weren’t at the burning ceremony.”

Natalia winced.

“Knock it off, Ava,” he snapped.

Ava studied Natalia while sipping her drink.

“You want something?” Lyall asked Nat.

“I’m good right now. Can I help with anything?”

She wanted to stay busy. Was that because of her grief over her aunt or stress over the destruction out at the farm or because she’d just taken a nap in his bed and maybe being there reminded her of all the good times she’d walked away from?

Probably the first two, but he really wanted it to be the third option.

“You’re going to work? Here?” Ava asked.

Since he couldn’t just shut down the bar whenever Natalia breezed into town, it wasn’t unusual at all for her to help out while she waited for him to close each evening. She bussed tables, took drink orders if it was busy enough, and sometimes she even stepped behind the bar and helped him pour drinks. The first time she’d done it, he’d joked that they made a good team, that she should move back and help him run the bar.

She’d taken off that night, a day earlier than she’d planned.

Mental note: no jokes about running the bar together this time.

“I help out where I can,” Natalia said.

“Oh gods, please don’t tell me you’re moving back,” Ava said, taking another swig.

Natalia eyed Ava’s drink. Even though she used to deny it when she lived here and quit talking about it altogether after she left, Natalia was an incredibly powerful witch. Ava, most likely, had no idea, but Lyall was pretty sure Nat was contemplating using some of that magic now.

He placed his hand on the bar, his arm something of a barrier between the two of them. “No, she isn’t. She’s just here to settle her aunt’s estate.”

“I heard somebody trashed the place,” Ava said. She didn’t sound sympathetic or sad.

“News travels fast around here,” Natalia remarked.

Ava shrugged.

“That’s one thing. about small towns,” Natalia continued. “Everybody knows everybody else’s business.”

Ava took another drink and didn’t respond.

“And even if you’ve been gone for a while, say, a few years, all you have to do is stop by the Hot Joy Café and Joy Darling fills you in on whatever you missed.”

Lyall narrowed his eyes. What was she getting at?

“For example,” Nat continued. “I know how many men you’ve hooked up with in the last ten years.”

Lyall’s heart rate kicked up its pace. Ava’s lips curled into a catlike smile.

“And I know that Lyall was one of them.”

“Nat—”

Ava cut him off. “Hey, it’s a free country. And he’s obviously a free man. You’re the idiot who took off and left him behind.”

Natalia stepped around him and leaned over the bar so that she was eye to eye with Ava. “Well, now I’m back. And until I leave again, stop throwing yourself at him like a desperate old maid.”

Ava opened and closed her mouth several times, but no words tumbled from her lips.

Natalia touched the top of the rosemary sprig in Ava’s glass. “Also, I just want you to know that this garnish contains a love potion. You are going to fall madly and deeply in love with whoever you hook up with next, regardless of his feelings on the matter.”

Ava’s eyes went so wide they looked comical. She clambered off the stool and speed walked to the door.

Lyall grabbed the drink and dumped what was left into the sink under the bar. “You lied to her, didn’t you?”

“Yep.”

He shook his head. “Why, Nat? Why the hell act all jealous girlfriend and scare her off when you know damn well you and I aren’t going to hook up? Not to mention, you’re going to leave again. So what the fuck was the point of all that?”

“I—I just…I don’t know.”

“So no point is what you’re saying. You’re fucking with her head, and mine, for no reason? Jesus, Nat, I thought you were better than that.”

He reached under the bar and snagged the bottle of Maestro Dobel.

“Here, just take it. There’s no point in my hanging onto it anymore.”

Grab your copy HERE so that it’s on your ereader as soon as you wake up on November 12th!

Happy reading! 

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Tami Lund is an author, wine drinker, and award winner. She writes shifters, witches, demigods, dragons, and contemporary romance. You should check out her website for more reads: https://tamilund.com/

Meet the Heroes from Dark Moon Falls

Oh, do I have a treat for you today! I’ve written a book that’s going to be part of a boxed set releasing on Nov. 12. There are fifteen total books in this set, all by different authors. The coolest thing about this set: all the books are set in the same world. It’s the same small town at the base of a mountain in the Pacific Northwest. The same wolf pack with the same alpha and enforcers and sheriff and all the excitement and challenges that come with being part of a pack. It’s the same witches coven that normally gets along swimmingly with their wolf-y neighbors, and yet, issues still arise. It’s the same small town bar (the Wolf Inn, for the record). The same grocery store, town square, local cafe…

It was such a fun project to work on, and I’m super excited for you all to read about this shared world!

To give you an idea of what the characters are like, I thought I’d introduce you to a few of the sexy heroes you’re going to be able to read about – in the authors’ own words:

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Lyall (this one’s mine!)

When we were in high school, I thought she was “the one.” Until the day after graduation, when she ran away to the big city.
A decade later, she’s back in Dark Moon Falls, to settle her aunt’s estate. And guess what? That spark, that electricity between us? It still exists. But she’s determined to leave again, this time for good.
Problem is, somebody’s trying to hurt her, and whether we belong together or not, I’m damn well going to protect her.
I’ll figure out how to protect my heart later, when she’s gone again.

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I headed to the barn where Gloria sat, Kassidy right on my heels. I looked at her bare legs. Gorgeous bare legs that seemed to go on forever, but not the best for riding on my bike.
“You better go put some long pants on if you’re still hell-bent on coming with me.”
“We’re taking your bike?”
“We can’t exactly carry the rifles if we shift to our wolves.”
“Yes, but I thought we’d take the truck.”
“Gloria’s already got all my camping stuff on her and she’s ready to go.”
Kassidy stood there staring at the bike, her brows scrunched too tightly together.
“What’s the matter? You’re not afraid of riding with me, are you?”
She straightened her shoulders, obviously denying her fear. If I knew Kassy, she’d never admit she was afraid of anything. “No. I’ve just never ridden on a Harley before.”
“Trust me. It’s a piece of cake. Besides, all you have to do is sit behind me and hold on tight. I’ll do the driving.”
“Hmmm. Maybe that’s the part I don’t like.”
“Suit yourself. You can stay here.” I threw my leg over the bike and started the engine.
“Wait.” Kassidy ran to the house and two minutes later was back wearing a pair of straight-legged jeans. Was there nothing that didn’t look sexy on this woman? Then she hopped on behind me. “Just don’t crash, okay?”
“Trust me, baby. Gloria and I have a great relationship. I know how to handle her. Hold on.”
When she didn’t put her hands around me I decided to just go. I let out the clutch and we took off. I smiled when she let out a short yelp and then wrapped her arms tightly around my waist. And they felt good. Right. Like home.

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Jaxson comes from old money and lives in a mansion on the mountain, but you wouldn’t know it to meet him – he’s down to earth with an unassuming way and oozes rugged masculinity. There is one catch, though… he harbors a closet full of emotional demons that stem from a devastating family secret, and it’s this very thing that ends up connecting him to Rhee, a wild child with a sharp tongue and the woman he wants to claim. Too bad for him, she’s only in town for three days.

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Meet Easton Raines. Broody, hot, and, and currently battling demons from his past. If he wants to find peace, he’ll have to return to the one place he said he’d never go again. Only this time, his wolf isn’t letting him leave without its mate.

Ten years ago, Easton Raines left to start a better life. But a decade away hasn’t done much to solve any of the problems that sent him running. He returns home to find his world much like he left it: broken and empty.
Then he runs into an old flame.
Cat’s loved Easton since high school, but her knack for picking the wrong guy has put her in a dangerous spot.
Easton’s determined to heal himself and hightail it out of there, no strings attached. Will he love her and leave her—again—or will Cat’s past decisions catch up with her and break them apart for good?

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When I saw her emerge from the forest, covered in blood and dirt, I had to help her, regardless if I had back up or not. The scent of fear permeated the air, something I loathed to smell on a female, and I hadn’t experienced one so strong in the past. Once I reached her, it took a moment to register that she was Kiera, the daughter of an Alpha, whose pack was hundreds of miles away from Dark Moon Falls.
With no other choice, I took her to my home to rest and recover.
In the days that followed, I realized that I’d found my mate.
Kiera told me she felt the same, but her body and spirit were too damaged from what happened to her to commit. She was resisting the draw we had to each other, and I vowed to make them pay for what she’d suffered at their hands.

I’ll wait for her as long as I have to.

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I like to make the ladies laugh. It’s adorable how some of y’all giggle even when I’m not trying to be funny. But I only have eyes for one girl and her name is Kali. I’m ready to settle down and she’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of when it comes to a woman. She’s funny and independent, all wrapped up in one beautiful package. What more could I possibly ask for? But she’s in a dangerous situation that involves the entire town and pack. Now people are dying. I’m hoping my help is enough to take down this evil before it takes more lives. Will our new love survive? I hope so because I can’t lose her now that I’ve found her.

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Thoughts of clearing my name dissipated when I saw her. She was the woman from my dreamscapes. The woman who appeared in my visions. But I wasn’t looking for something permanent.
She was supposed to have stroked my ego while I found the bastard who committed murder in my hometown. Once my name was cleared, I’d go back home.
But home was no longer a place. It had a face, and a body I couldn’t get enough of. And my wolf wanted her too.
When I was a kid, I had a relative who told me, “Our hearts chose who we loved.”
Maybe she was right.

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Ghost has been living the life of a nomad. A Lone Wolf. Riding his Harley, picking up odd jobs, and stopping only long enough to lay his head somewhere for the night. But life on the road is no longer as appealing as it used to be and he’s ready to settle down, find a mate, and begin the next chapter of his life.

Dark Moon Falls seems like a great place to do just that.

Mackenzie was born and raised in Dark Moon Falls, but ever since her ex-husband landed in jail based off of her testimony, she’s become a pariah to the shifters in town. Which is fine with Mac, because after being left to raise her son alone, she doesn’t have much faith in them either.

Ghost and Mac are two lonely souls, until fate finally intervenes and puts them in each other’s paths… But will they accept the gift of each other, or are they both too stubborn to see what’s right in front of them?

A man of my talents, I had no problem finding work, but as the years went on I found myself yearning for something more.

Something I’d never wanted… A pack. A mate. A place to put down roots.

After what felt like a lifetime of living out of a bag and roaming like a nomad, I was ready to have a touchstone. Somewhere to return to when the road got too long, and I grew weary of staying at the next motel.

A home.

That’s why I was currently pointed in the direction of Dark Moon Falls.

I’d heard of it numerous times during my travels. A town where shifters roamed freely and lived among humans.

A few of my buddies had settled there, and I’d met some members of the pack over the years, including their Alpha, Elias Grant, who was cool as a cucumber and had the respect of not only his pack, but the entire town.

Although I knew I’d never fully have the need to ride out of my blood, Dark Moon Falls seemed like a good place to settle down and begin this new phase of my life.

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I loved her from the moment I saw her. I could give you a million reasons why but the only reason that matters is because we belong to each other. Leaving her was the hardest thing I ever had to do, but it was the only way to keep her safe.

Now that her father is gone, murdered, I may be the only one between her and those who would want to hurt her if they find out her secret. A secret she may not even know.

She once asked me, “What’s better? A man that would kill for you or die for you?”

I answered, “Both.”

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Thanks for reading! ~Tami Lund

 

A New Release & an Excerpt from Tami Lund

 

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He’s a playboy FBI agent, working undercover as a male stripper. She’s a burned divorcee, struggling to make ends meet and embarrassed by how her marriage ended.

They both insist it’s a no-strings-attached affair.

Until she gets caught up in his case.

Now, both their hearts and lives are in danger.

 

Released: 10/8/2019

AMAZON

 

Other books in the series:

Undercover Heat – releasing 10/15/2019

Delicious Deception – releasing 10/22/2019

Excerpt from Naked Truth:

 

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Hitting on you. Is it working?”

“Um…”

“Want to go somewhere more private?”

“Umm…”

He twirled her away, pulled her back and caught her, squeezing her more tightly than he had been a moment before. Kennedy forgot to breathe. She was distantly aware of the fact that he was backing her off the dance floor. She knew she should, but she made no move to stop him. Sabrina’s warning echoed in her head, but all she could think was, I deserve to have fun tonight. I can handle a one-night stand.

I want a one-night stand.

A few minutes later, he led her up a set of stairs that climbed from a hallway near the kitchen to the second floor.

“How did you know these stairs were even here?” she wondered as she held his hand and followed.

“I scoped out the place when we first arrived. Force of habit,” he admitted. She knew he was talking about his job, not his past liaisons, which she appreciated. For the moment, she wanted to pretend she was the only one. Otherwise, she might back out.

At the top of the stairs, he paused to flash her a grin over his shoulder. She gave him a wobbly smile in return. He tugged her hand, leading her to the bride’s room.

Where they found Cullen and Sabrina, prematurely sealing their wedding vows.

“Guess they can’t get it annulled now,” Jack remarked as he quietly pulled the door closed.

She shook her head, the reality of this decision finally pushing through the haze of alcohol and lust. “This is a bad idea. Sabrina says I’m supposed to stay away from you.”

“I’m going to have a talk with Sabrina about interfering with my sex life,” Jack muttered. “Why did she say that?”

Kennedy shrugged. “You’re a player.”

“Are you looking for forever, Kennedy?”

She gasped and vehemently shook her head. Been there, done that, didn’t work out the way it was supposed to, she almost said out loud.

“Me neither. So how is this a bad thing again?”

“Umm…”

“I’m usually pretty good with the intuition thing. And my intuition is telling me that you are attracted to me.”

Kennedy cleared her throat. “I–I think your intuition is correct.”

Jack grinned. “I thought so. And I’m sure it’s pretty damn obvious that I’m attracted to you.”

To prove his point, he backed her up to the wall, pressed his palms against the wallpaper and dipped his head to nibble at her throat. She made a small, strangled noise and grabbed his shoulders to keep herself from falling when her knees buckled.

Jack sucked her earlobe into his mouth. “I promise, babe, you won’t regret it. I’m a very attentive lover.”

“Oh God.”

“I want to hear you scream that.”

“Limo,” she managed to say on a gasp, and she grabbed his hand and dragged him back down the hall to the stairs. She had no idea what caused her to think of the stretched vehicle out in the parking lot, all she knew was that three years of self-enforced celibacy had pushed her libido to the limit. She wanted to break her fast, and she wanted to do it right now, with this man.

Whatever happened tomorrow didn’t matter. Whatever happened in two hours wouldn’t matter. She just needed right now, and she needed it to involve she and Jack and a distinct lack of clothing.

The driver sat in the front seat, reading a newspaper and tapping his foot to the beat of a country song blaring from the speakers. Jack handed him a wad of cash and tucked Kennedy into the back of the limo. As soon as they were inside, the car lurched into motion, sending her tumbling into the groomsman’s lap. He pushed the button to raise the darkened glass that separated them from the front.

“We aren’t really doing this, are we?” she asked as Jack smoothed her skirt up her legs so she could straddle his lap without tearing her dress.

“Hell yes, we are. You don’t want to know how much I just paid that guy to drive around in circles for half an hour.”

“Half an hour?”

“Trust me, babe.”

AMAZON

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Mafia Reads Funny & is On Sale!

Trapped by the Mob, the first in the two-book Detroit Mafia Series, is on sale for 99c for a few days…

Here’s what it’s about:

Sure, Antonio Sarvilli is the money man behind his brother’s criminal empire, but that doesn’t mean he’s a bad guy. He’s not the one out there killing people. All he does is make greenbacks and enjoy the fruits of his labor.

That attitude changes when his brother assigns him to get to know Phoebe Cavanaugh, a Good Samaritan who witnessed something she wasn’t supposed to.

Now, all Antonio wants is to get out so he can be with Phoebe.

Except that’s not how it works when you’re part of the mob.

And here’s an excerpt:

Something wasn’t adding up, and considering Antonio was the numbers guy, when that happened, he became determined to find out why. It was in his genetic makeup.

Gino’s home office was the size of an opulent apartment in New York City. Why the hell one man needed so much space was beyond Antonio, who rapped his knuckles twice against the wooden door before stepping inside. He strolled across the plush carpet, deliberately twirling his key ring around his finger so Gino could see that he was in a hurry to be somewhere.

His brother spoke in low tones into the phone he held to his ear while he watched Antonio’s progress into the room. They were five years apart in age, though Gino looked ten, maybe fifteen years older. He’d played and worked far too hard for almost his entire life, and Mother Nature had begun to let him know.

His hair, along with the goatee he maintained to hide his weak chin, were speckled with gray. There were crow’s feet next to his eyes and lines around his mouth. While his arms were huge and Antonio would still not willingly challenge him to hand-to-hand combat, Gino was definitely going soft around the middle. Maybe he needed to start banging a dietician instead of those hookers.

But despite the signs of age, when he disconnected the call and sat back in his chair, steepling his fingers and giving Antonio that steady, unblinking gaze, he still reeked of power, control, dominance.

Just like he had for basically Antonio’s entire life.

Gino had started his own dry cleaning business only a few months out of high school. Today, he owned two-thirds of the dry cleaners in the metro Detroit area and bullied the other third so they wouldn’t encroach on his territory. An impartial observer could easily get the impression he owned the goddamn world. In his mind, he probably did. Antonio couldn’t recall the last time someone had crossed his brother. Probably not since sixth grade, when he’d already been a boy in a man’s body.

“Antonio,” he said. “I need you to do a job for me.”

Antonio shook his head. “Already did my job today. Made you a cool half mil. You’re welcome.”

On paper, Gino’s dry cleaning empire made half a mil a year. Everybody—including the cops—knew he was worth far more than that. But they couldn’t prove it. Nor were they aware that his younger brother was the money man; a fucking genius when it came to investing Gino’s substantial assets. Yeah, yeah, most of the money Antonio grew was dirty—really, really dirty—but Gino paid him a lot of greenbacks to ignore that fact.

Gino slid a piece of paper across the smooth surface of the desk. It looked like somebody had taken a screenshot of a video off the computer screen. A woman took up most of the grainy pic, a decent-looking blonde, frozen in the process of talking to, based on the microphone shoved in her face, a television reporter from one of the local networks.

“I need you to befriend this woman. Find out what she knows.”

Antonio glanced from the picture to Gino. “What, like how smart she is? Like can she count to ten or something?”

“Don’t be obtuse. I want you to find out what she knows about me.”

Antonio looked at the picture again. The woman was dressed in a tank top and running shorts, and her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. It was hard to tell from the image, but it didn’t look like she was wearing makeup, or at least not as much as Gino’s usual taste in women wore. Take away the blonde hair and she reminded him a little of Gino’s ex-wife, Margot, actually.

“I don’t mean to bring up a sore spot, but you didn’t have much luck with good-looking, presumably smart women the first time around.”

Gino’s forehead developed deep grooves as he frowned, giving Antonio that look that told him he was in danger of crossing the line between being an irritant and truly pissing off his really scary brother. “I am not interested in her like that, you nimrod.” He sucked in a breath through his nose, took his time exhaling. “She may have, um, witnessed something this morning. Something that naturally didn’t quite happen the way she saw it.”

“Do I want to know what this something is?” Probably not. Antonio was quite content to stay as oblivious as possible to Gino’s business dealings. It was easier to enjoy the far-more-than-comfortable lifestyle his paychecks afforded him if he didn’t look too closely at the root of all that income.

That’s why no one really knew about him; he hid in the shadows, tucked away in the background, managed the money from behind his secure-as-Fort-Knox laptop, and otherwise stayed out of Gino’s day-to-day dealings. He didn’t even come to his brother’s house all that often, and they almost never went out in public together.

When Dad died, they hadn’t had any sort of burial or memorial service. Gino’d had him cremated and shipped the remains back to Italy to be buried in a small, nondescript cemetery there. Then he’d set Mom up in an assisted living facility where she’d wasted away from Alzheimer’s, and then he’d given her the same treatment as Dad. Hell, half the goons on Gino’s payroll probably thought he had no parents, had been born via immaculate conception. Not sure how they figured Antonio came along. Or maybe they weren’t even aware they were brothers.

Antonio didn’t mind. Pretending he wasn’t really part of Gino’s life was easier on his conscience.

“Frankie stopped by to pick up Nina, and this woman saw him. She seems to be under the impression I kidnapped my own daughter. Which, of course, isn’t true.”

Isn’t it? Antonio glanced at the closed door to Gino’s office. Today was Friday. Early June. Here in the Detroit area, most schools were still in session, at least for another week or so. “So what’s Nina doing here, anyway? Shouldn’t she be in school?”

Gino waved dismissively. “I’m letting her have a day off. Everybody deserves a day off once in a while.”

Right. “And does her mom know she’s taking the day off school?”

Gino scowled and spat out, “Margot had a date last night.”

“Good for her. Although I’m not sure what that has to do with Nina skipping school.”

Gino’s fist slammed onto his desk, rattling the sturdy, wooden contraption and sending his pencil holder skittering off the edge. “No, that isn’t good for her. She knows the rules. If she didn’t want to stay with me, she can’t be with anybody.”

“O-o-okay. I see you haven’t gotten any less psychotic over your ex. Look, I’m in a bit of a hurry here, so if you’ll excuse me…”

But before he could take a step toward the door, Gino stabbed his finger at the printout.

“Her name is Phoebe Cavanaugh. She apparently doesn’t live too far from Margot. Go introduce yourself to her, do what you do best.”

“What’s that? Make money for her?”

“Idiot. Charm her. For some damn reason, women love you. I want you to get friendly with her, find out what she knows about me, and then convince her to stop talking to the police and the media about this alleged kidnapping issue. Got it?”

Antonio shook his head. “Nope. Don’t got it. I think you’re confusing me with one of the other guys on your payroll. I don’t do front-end work for you. I’m the greenbacks guy. I make your capital grow, period. That’s the extent of my services for hire.”

“I’m the one who decides the extent of your services.”

Goddamn it, he was right. Antonio wasn’t stupid, although he tried to act that way sometimes in an effort to stay under his brother’s radar. But the reality was, Gino’s empire was exactly like every mafia movie ever made. You didn’t get out of the business unless you got arrested or killed. And you sure as hell didn’t disobey Gino Sarvilli’s orders.

Blood wasn’t thicker than water. Sure, Antonio made a shit-ton of money for Gino, but at this point, he’d probably never be able to spend it all before he died. If Antonio disappeared, there were plenty of other financial planners who could step into his shoes, even if they didn’t have quite his knack for growing the almighty dollar.

With a sigh worthy of an Oscar, Antonio slid the grainy photo off the desk. “What’s her name again?”

Like I said, only 99c for just a few days, or you can read it in KU: TRAPPED BY THE MOB

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Tami Lund drinks wine, wins awards, occasionally hits best seller lists, and writes (funny) mafia romance, among other genres… https://tamilund.com/

Homecoming Dress Shopping with Tami Lund

Last week, my daughter announced that she was going to Homecoming. And then she asked if I would take her shopping for a dress.

I naïvely said yes, excited over the prospect of spending quality time with my kid and having zero concept of what I was getting myself into.

I remember my own homecoming experience, of course, but that was… a lot of years ago and from an entirely different point of view. And as she is my one and only, I did not have any previous parent-point-of-view experience from which to draw.

So when I say I naïvely said yes, I mean, seriously, I had no freaking clue what I was getting myself into on that lovely, mild Saturday afternoon.

Her best friend went with us, of course. This I do know about teenage girls: they cannot make a decision alone. There must always be someone of the appropriate age and respect level to whom they can turn to and said, “What do you think?” before agreeing to anything. And I do mean anything.

Me: How about we pick up your bestie at noon and we’ll eat lunch before we go shopping?

My daughter: Hang on, let me text her and see if she approves of this idea.

Me: Uhhh….

Me: If you’re going to wear foundation, we should have a professional help select the right shade so you don’t have that line under your chin like we used to when I was a teenager.

My daughter: Hey, bestie, what do you think? Do you agree with her?

Me: Slow blink, blank stare.

Me: Hey, why don’t we eat at On the Border for lunch? (Mostly because OTB serves margaritas and even though I didn’t truly grasp at that point what was about to happen, I knew I was going shopping with two teenage girls and that was enough to desire a drink or two before embarking.)

My daughter to her friend: What do you think? Would you rather eat at the food court?

Friend: Yeah, that’s cool.

See how that worked out for me?

So we went to the food court in the mall, which, for the record, is my least favorite place in the entire world to eat. First, it’s really, really loud. And chaotic. Second, there’s no alcoholic beverages. Third, I got food poisoning from this particular food court when my daughter was a wee toddler, and while it took three days to recover physically, I’m still not entirely emotionally over the experience.

(This time around I had a vegetarian pita that was quite delicious and did not, for the record, give me food poisoning.)

After lunch was an obligatory stop at Starbucks because this is another thing teenage girls cannot live without.

And then we officially began Homecoming Dress Shopping. By began, I mean we dove right into the deep end. The very first store was nothing but racks and racks of brightly colored, fancy dresses with hardly an inch between for patrons to squeeze through on our search for the perfect silk and satin and tulle and lace. Those dresses were—wow, were they ever short!

That was my first shocker. When I went to homecoming a thousand years ago, it was practically a mini-promo. Like a prelude or maybe practice. And yes, while I’m grateful for the much smaller price tag these days, that money we’re saving is a direct result of a lot less material.

These dresses were also backless. And had cutouts in the front and the sides. Some were two pieces with great gashes of abdominal skin showing in between. Oh, and skintight. And did I mention short?

Did I also mention that my daughter is (only) fourteen years old?

The bestie came up to me before they truly dove into the process and said, “So, is there anything off limits?” When I asked what she meant, she said, “Like, anything that is a definite no? Backless, too short, that sort of thing.”

Props to the kid for asking, eh? I almost said, “Good luck finding something if I list even one style as off limits,” but I didn’t.

I said, “I trust her judgment.”

And off they went.

Well, until they found the first dress, anyway. And then the second. And then I became a living dress rack who followed them around as they flitted from rack to rack, loading me with this and that and no, not that one but how about this one…And finally, when I could feel the carpal tunnel flaring, they decided to get into the (really, really long) line for the dressing rooms.

As weird as it sounds, that part was actually fun. In the line, and then lounging in the waiting area while the girls tried on dress after dress after dress; that was where the parents bonded. Oh, and grandparents. We complimented each other’s children, we commented on the length of the dresses; we offered up the tiebreakers when it came down to two equally loved gowns. And we unanimously agreed that the place would double their profits if they had a wine bar set up in the waiting area.

For the parents, of course.

Eight different garments later and the very first one my daughter tried on was the fave.

But we’d only been to one store, so of course we had to go to at least one more and scope out their offerings.

The next store sold prom dresses too, so guess what we did? Yep, tried on prom dresses. They found totes adorbs ones too, and I pointed out that their tastes and dress styles would very likely change before they’d be heading off to prom, but still; it was fun to twirl in front of the mirrors and take selfies.

And then finally, finally, the decision was made. We returned to the first store and bought the first dress. It’s a high-necked, sleeveless gown in deep purple, with a flouncy, not too short skirt. It’s gorgeous, and so very grown up and perfect for my not so little anymore girl.

purpledress.jpg(And no, I have no pics yet – although this dress is pretty similar. And yes, it has pockets! I wasn’t allowed to take pics, but I finagled an agreement that there would be ridiculous amounts of picture-taking on the day of homecoming.)

By the way, this homecoming dress shopping excursion lasted for over five hours. Much of that was waiting in line for the dressing rooms, but there was also jewelry and shoe shopping and of course a visit to the smoothie store (because Starbucks wasn’t enough?!). When it was all said and done, we completed the outfit in one day flat, which was my personal objective, so yay!

And we ended the day with dinner that wasn’t in the food court (or even in the mall!), and definitely included wine. And then we went home and her bestie’s grandma met us there and my daughter put on the full ensemble and showed it off for us.

And that’s when it hit me that my baby girl is not a baby anymore.

Although yes, she’s still my baby. And she always will be, no matter how many homecomings and proms there are in her future.

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Tami Lund is an award winning, best selling author who also now claims to be an expert homecoming dress shopping mom. And yes, she has a new release coming out in a couple of weeks. Click the pic!

Another First Day of School

My baby started high school last week. I handled the first day much better than I did when she started kindergarten and middle school.

It’s crazy how fast it all happens, isn’t it? I remember when her life began; I had just started a new job and my husband and I were planning to try “in six months or so.”

And then I was pregnant.

I knew by my son’s second birthday, yet remained in denial until ten days later, when I finally gave in and took a pregnancy test on Halloween, of all days.

Yeah, yeah, it ended up being a treat, not a trick.

I know exactly how old my kitchen is because when I was six months pregnant with my daughter, we gutted it and put in a new one. I gained a bunch of weight because we were forced to eat out for a month. This weight gain was despite my crawling around on my hands and knees day after day, laying tile, my belly almost brushing against the cool squares of ceramic as I slowly made my way to the next one. Every time my husband would ask if I wanted a break, I’d say, “Once I get up, I’m not getting down here again, so let’s just get it over with.”

Crap, our kitchen is getting old!

The first few years of my daughter’s life were, unfortunately, a blur, because I made the mistake of working in an industry that is not family-friendly. And then when she was almost four, the recession hit and I was laid off from my day job. I went from barely getting home in time to kiss her goodnight to spending every waking hour with her.

It was fantastic.

Days before her fifth birthday, I went back to work, and for a couple more years did it again; put in way too many hours. But then it evened out; I gradually learned how to (mostly) balance work and home. Don’t forget, in between all that, I had discovered a passion for writing that was most definitely not going anywhere any time soon.

Despite my “work ethic,” I have managed to be there for every first day and every last day of school. From the tears on the first day of kindergarten to the proud grins on the last. More tears and lots of trepidation on the first day of middle school, to the thrill of realizing how far she’d come on the last.

And now we’ve started her high school journey. I insisted she let me take that obligatory first day of school picture; she insisted on not smiling until the 756th shot. She asked me to drop her off earlier than I used to in middle school because she doesn’t want to feel rushed in the mornings anymore (last year she insisted it was okay to get there two minutes before the bell rang).

For many years, she wanted to be a vet, a not surprising result of a deep love of all animals. Last year that morphed into, “I want to do something in biology.” That’s still her plan. A few weeks ago, we drove past a local university, and as I used to work there, I was able to give her info about it, and it was pretty crazy to see her process and actually start thinking about what the heck she planned to do after high school.

They really do grow up too fast.

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Tami Lund is a romance author who is currently feeling nostalgic about how fast the last fourteen years of her life have flown by. Here’s her website, in case you want to see what sort of books she writes: https://tamilund.com/

 

Tough Love is Back (Soon!)

There once was an aspiring author who wrote five-and-a-half manuscripts in a romantic suspense series that she eventually called the “Tough Love series.” As was typical when an idea formed in this author’s head, secondary characters from one book spurred story ideas for another book and then another, hence the five-and-a-half books, written over the course of only a few months. (She was laid off from her day job at the time, which provided ample time for writing.)

With three of the books completed in rough draft format, the author began querying, hoping a big bad publisher with lots of clout would realize how fabulous this series was.

At the same time, this author had discovered Twitter, and on Twitter were these “pitch wars,” where you post a line or two from your book, and if a publisher likes it, they, well, “like” it, and then you reach out and send them your manuscript and then start praying and praying and praying that this is finally your big break.

So this particular aspiring author checked the first three manuscripts of this series she’d been working on and found what she thought was a clever line from not the first book, but the second. So she put it out there in Twitter-land.

And a publisher liked it.

Let me repeat: A. Publisher. Liked. It.

Naked Truth, which was supposed to be the second book in the Tough Love series, was published through Crimson Romance on June 30, 2014. That was followed by Undercover Heat on January 19, 2015, and Delicious Deception on August 3, 2015. When this author sent the fourth book to the acquiring editor at Crimson Romance, they turned it down, and since this author had already started to self-publish at that time, she decided not to offer any more books to publishers, because keeping all her royalties made a hella lot more sense than sharing with someone else, especially since she was making enough by that point to cover the costs of covers and editing.

In case you haven’t figured it out by now, that author is me. This is the short version of the creation of my Tough Love series. And the reason I’m sharing this info is because I have now gained my rights for the series from the publisher, so that I can self-publish what was my debut as a published author.

For the last few weeks, I’ve been re-reading the books in the series, updating a few things, cleaning up the writing that has obviously improved over the last five years (although I will say, these books were well-edited from the get-go!). This process has made me realize a few things…

  1. My writing has changed. Improvement is obvious. It better happen. If a writer doesn’t improve, well…But aside from improvement, my style is different now. I definitely included a lot more sex five years ago. These books are heavy on plot, but also heavy on steam. I’ve noticed recently, my books have been heavy on plot and the steam has been coming more slowly. There’s more anticipation and buildup now, whereas five years ago, my characters most definitely dove into the sack as quickly as they could.
  2. I still really like this series. A lot. Of the three, I love Undercover Heat the most, but I adore all the characters from all the books, and I was a little bit sad when I finished Delicious Deception and realized I had to say goodbye to these old friends…again.
  3. That made me realize that I cannot wait to (re)share this series with you all! There’s a strong likelihood that you haven’t read it, because once Crimson was acquired by a much larger publisher a few years ago, their titles basically quit getting marketed. They were also published at a higher price-point than I usually set my books. And since I had plenty of self-published titles to market to you all, I didn’t spend much time pushing these books that were going to make someone else money and not me.
  4. Even though I’m so excited to get these babies back out there for the world to read, it looks like it will be October before they get published. There are a lot of factors that went into this decision. First and foremost, I have to wait for the current publisher to take them off sale everywhere. Even though I have my rights reversal letters in hand, it takes time for distributors (Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iBooks, etc.) to pull the original copies. And since these were available in print and ebook format, I imagine that only increases the amount of time it takes. Additionally, I already have a new release scheduled for September (the fourth book in my Taming the Dragon series, for those of you interested, comes out on September 24!), and I’ve run myself ragged trying to do too much promotion at one time in the past, and I learned my lesson. Thus, October it is!
  5. Re-reading these three books has spurred ideas for other characters who play roles in these stories. Naked Truth starts at Cullen and Sabrina’s wedding, and they are characters from the original first book in the series, which I never published. I don’t know why I didn’t, other than the decision to try to sell Naked Truth to the publisher instead of that one. So I’m definitely going to dig out their manuscript and see if it’s worthy of publication, too. Additionally, there’s a character named Court from Undercover Heat who I’d forgotten how much I adored, and I know I have at least a half-written book for him, too. And then there’s Connor’s sister from Delicious Deception. (It was her story that was rejected by the publisher, but I have an idea for tweaking it that I think will make all the difference in the world!)
  6. What’s really cool about this (to me) is that it has stirred that creative pot in my head and now I’m excited about writing more romantic suspense! It’s been a few years since I’ve written in this genre. I’ve been focused on paranormal and romcom, because that’s where my head has been. And honestly, I think that initial rejection, after the publisher accepted three other books from me, got in my head and maybe caused a little bit of writer’s block for that genre. But I’m back now, baby!

So get ready. Stay tuned for…

New covers! Ohmigod, I love what my cover artist is doing with the covers! I can’t wait to share!

Teasers. I love the teasers. When a scene makes me laugh out loud, I immediately want to share with the world!

And, eventually, links to grab the books, so you too care share my love of this series.

Oh, and if you aren’t following me on Facebook, that’s the best place to get all this info: TAMI LUND AUTHOR PAGE.

Talk to you soon!

 

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Tami Lund is an author who writes romance in various sub-genres, including paranormal, romcom, and (once again) romantic suspense! Here’s her website: https://tamilund.com/