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Lily’s Loner by T. Lee Garland


Lily’s Loner by T. Lee Garland
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Genre: Contemporary, Paranormal
Length: Short Story (41 pgs)
Other: M/F
Rating: 3 stars
Reviewed by Fern

Lily is on her first assignment as a reporter. She’s also a cougar shifter. Her job is to infiltrate a cult run by a mad man. When she witnesses the murder of two followers she runs for her life to her older brother. Ben is a special-ops soldier, who is determined to protect his sister, but his wife is expecting their first child and he fears he can’t give Lily the security she needs. So he drives her to his former CO and asks Max to protect his sister.

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After exposing murder in a crazy cult, Lily is being chased and desperately needs protection and sanctuary. With no one else to turn to, Lily places her trust in her brother, Ben. But Ben and his wife, Amber, are expecting their first child any day now – so Ben reluctantly takes Lily to his old CO – Max. Max was scarred in an explosion that killed two of his unit buddies in Afghanistan. He isn’t sure he’s up for anything really – but he can’t say no to Ben, and his attraction to Lily is both fierce and overwhelming. Can they find what they need in each other?

This is a fast-paced short story that had a good plot and some complex, interesting characters. It took me a little while to get used to the head-jumping – the chapters are split up a few times to swap between Max and Lily’s perspectives. As both characters talked in the first-person I felt this made the jumps from one perspective to the other a little harder to navigate and made it feel a bit choppy to me – swapping around back and forth. While I found this wasn’t to my personal tastes as a good method of story-telling, I did get a little more used to it by the end of the story, and I have to admit I did enjoy understanding exactly where Max and Lily were both coming from.

I also wasn’t too sure about the speed with which Max and Lily consummated their attraction. Both characters have a lot of baggage – Max from the war and his scars, Lily from events that happened while she was infiltrating the cult. On the one hand, as an erotic romance I fully understand the author needed to add the sexy action and couldn’t leave it till a last-minute after-thought. But considering the weight both characters carried – particularly Lily in a sexual sense after her near-miss in the cult – I couldn’t help but feel it rather unrealistic that they both shed all inhibitions and baggage and happily jumped into bed together extremely quickly. I fully believed the attraction and the chemistry between Lily and Max – I thought that was written fantastically, and I can understand that an erotic romance needs erotic love scenes, but I couldn’t help but feel like the speed of the sex scenes were just too much, too soon, considering all the other elements swirling around.

I really enjoyed the plot. I found it multi-layered and the small twist about half way through was unexpected for me and I felt it was a great extra layer. I didn’t really understand why Lily kept it a secret – the hurried explanation Lily gave Max didn’t seem very logical or convincing to me, but honestly by that stage of the story I had pretty much disconnected my brain and I was just rolling with it all – enjoying the hell out of the ride.

For a fast-paced, sexy short story with plenty of plot and an interesting new shifter world I found this to be a lot of fun. I’d recommend this story as the sort to be a guilty indulgence on a quiet night. Throw logic and sense out of the window, sit back with a glass of wine and some nibbles and just enjoy the sexy fun.

Interview and Giveaway: L.M. Pampuro

Long and Short Reviews welcomes L.M. Pampuro. Her book, Uncle Neddy’s Funeral, was voted Book of the Month – check out our review here. Leave a comment for a chance to win a $10 Amazon gift card as well as a copy of Uncle Neddy’s Funeral.

Ms. Pampuro has written five and a half works of fiction (the half is a novella) and has co-written two works of non-fiction. I asked which was her favorite.

“Picking a favorite is like picking a favorite child, it is hard to do so I am going to quote the best quarterback evah, Mr. Tom Brady, when he was asked which Superbowl win is his favorite. He replied, ‘The next one.'”

L.M. has been writing since she was a teenager, admitting to having notebooks of sappy lyrics she would sing in the bathroom mirror with hopes of someday learning guitar.

“The guitar playing didn’t happen. I started writing fiction in college, lost the urge for a while and then around fifteen years ago it came back when I was traveling a lot for business,” she said. Now I write something just about every day. A few years ago I met the great Jennifer Crusie at the Romance Writers Conference and I confessed to her that she was the reason I became a writer. Really, I think I was always a writer yet after reading Crusie, who is so incredibly funny, I started to take it a bit more seriously. We also share a warped sense of humor. Anytime I have prolonged writer’s block I reread Manhunting and take in live music. Like the bands I go see, Crusie doesn’t know me, yet she inspires me.”

“Do you ever suffer from writer’s block?” I asked. “If so, what do you do about it?”

“After finishing Uncle Neddy’s Funeral I couldn’t get started on anything new. I have 5000 words here, another 3000 over there, yet nothing I worked on clicked. My husband and I both teach so we have most of the summer off. (Anyone who teaches knows that you never get a full summer of leisure in). I read the Crusie. Nothing. We were going to concerts two, three times a week. Still nothing.

“In August we attended a four-day music festival. I was watching Magpie Salute, I turned to my husband and said, ‘I need to write.’ He looked at me like I was crazy. I made a few notes and maybe two or three bands later, I left him sitting on the rail and I took the shuttle back at the hotel. I wrote 20 pages that night and now have a work in progress that is actually going somewhere. I have to admit, I was getting worried.”

She rejuvenates going to live music events and dancing, as she says, “like a crazy person.” Movement and music are a release for her.

“Also, I love to ski and spend as much time on a snow-covered mountain as my schedule allows. As with at music events, I find myself making notes on the side of trails or struggling to speak into the voice recorder on my phone on a chairlift,” she said. “During both situations I am forced to stay in the moment. I think that is why ideas come at these moments. There have been times when I have left my phone behind yet I managed to cover a napkin with notes during a break. Of course sometimes, like my middle of the night notes, they make no sense.”

“If you could spend a day with anyone from history, dead or alive, who would it be,” I wondered.

“I would love to go to an art museum with Jerry Garcia. His music is the soundtrack to my life. It would be great just to walk through the galleries and chat about the artwork, the universe, and what inspires us. From what I have read about Mr. Garcia I think he would be the perfect museum/café date. Of course in his case, if he was still alive, the problem would be getting the guy to leave his hotel room… That would be another consideration.”

She is a total pantser when she first starts writing. With the first draft, she just lets the character lead the story where they want to go. The second draft, she reads over what she has and begins adding to it. Then she starts plotting and doing a rough outline of the story for the third draft. After that, she looks at the outline for hints where she can add more or what needs to be omitted.

“I am told there are more efficient ways yet I think creativity should flow,” she told me.

“Can you describe your writing space for us?” I asked.

“My writing space changes. I can edit at my kitchen table yet most of the time I am drafting I head out to different places. One of my favorites is this little café on Main Street in Middletown, Connecticut. They have the best house-made Chai tea and the owner lets writers (I assume the others are writing as they are sitting on laptops) hang out. Most of us will pack up if she gets people waiting for a table. She also is a reader and likes my writing so there is a bonus. I have taken my computer on many writing dates. Even when I go up north to ski there will be times when my husband stays on the slopes or goes out for a beer and I sit in the lobby by the fire pounding away. I need a comfortable space to draft.”

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“I like the story, yet when I read it through my more experienced eyes, I see ways I would have changed it,” she confessed. “Along the subject of education, not that a degree is needed, I liked my graduate program a lot yet finding a more focused MFA program would have served my story better and given me more insight to the publishing world. (Of course that insight could have gone in a different direction and there never would have been an Uncle Neddy).”

Finally, I asked, “What advice would you give a new writer just starting out?”

“Write! Be selfish with your writing time and try to do it every day. Writing is like so many other activities; the more you do it the better you get. Also, from experience, listen to feedback. With my first book, Dancing With Faith, I had a professor at the time give snarky feedback. I won’t go into detail yet I will say she was downright mean. Because of the source I blew her off. Years later I had a critique completed by a pretty famous editor and she gave similar advice in a less rude way. If I had put my ego aside and looked at what my professor was trying to tell me, I would have had a better story earlier on. Oh – and don’t edit your own work! I know this is hard to believe yet every one of my books I had professionally edited.”

About the Author: L.M. Pampuro is the author of five novels: Dancing With Faith, Maximum Mayhem, The Perfect Pitch, Passenger – the only game in town, and Uncle Neddy’s Funeral. (All available at Amazon.com)

She is an avid skier, loves dancing to live music, and possesses a warped sense of humor.

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Giuseppe Vittorio Vaffanculo, a.k.a. Neddy, is an idiot. Not a bad person, he just holds himself in high praise. Neddy is the perfect target for Rayleigh O’Connor, member of the underworld organization The Shadow and soon to be Ms. Neddy number five. As part of the Vaffanculo-Cuzzuto clan, Neddy is the perfect mark Rayleigh needs to avenge the death of a comrade by killing Victor Cuzzuto.

All Victor Cuzzuto wants to do is finally retire to the beach, spend time with his family, and hand over the reins of his Federal Investigation branch office to his protégée.

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My Perfect Writing Place by Mary Alice Pritchard – Guest Blog and Giveaway


This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. The authors will be awarding a Kindle (US only) to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

My Perfect Writing Place by Mary Alice Pritchard

If I could have any place I wanted to write, I would write in the Smokey Mountains in a cabin with a large office that had shelves of books surrounding three walls and a nice window on the last wall where I can look out at nature when I wanted to. I’d have a large desk with my three monitor screens that let me have character notes on one screen and a dictionary or thesaurus on the other screen while I write on the center screen.

I’d have a separate standing bulletin board where that I could post plot points and pictures of what my characters look like to me. There would be a small fridge full of Diet cokes and water and maybe a bottle of wine for those really hard parts in a book. There’d be a cat stand next to the window for the feline muse and a bed on one of the shelves for her.

I’d have a comfortable club chair or recliner fit for my short body in the corner between two bookshelves for when I just need to sit and read or listen to a book through my Alexa.

There’d be a bathroom off my office so that I wouldn’t have to leave the writing cave and break my train of thought by walking out of the atmosphere that keeps me in the groove, mood, or whatever you want to call it. If I’m writing late, I could take a shower in the stone and glass shower stall and pull on my sleep shirt and write till dawn.

Right outside my window would be bird feeders so that I could watch them and I’d feed deer closer to the tree line so that sometimes I’d catch a glimpse of the elusive creatures. I love nature and seeing it just outside my office window would help me relax and let the words flow.

That’s my vision of the perfect office for me. I have a separate space available to me but it isn’t in the Smokey Mountains and there isn’t a lot of wild life around it. I just need to remodel it and set it up to have a partial favorite place to write. Maybe next year I’ll get around to that.

Four tantalizing tales to warm you this winter.

Winter Love:
Maeve expected nothing more than an evening of hotness on a cold winter night, but Jackson, her dominant and love, had very different plans. Plans that would change the dynamics of their relationship forever, if she chooses to accept them.

Winter Wonderland:
Toni Wellington lives a dramatic life on a reality television show. Can the holidays bring her peace and a happy ending?

Snatched by the Cat:
Sarach has no choice but to snatch Thea away from her land. But can he convince her that a life with him will fulfill her dreams?

A Little Peace and Quiet:
Can Heath survive the winter with Gloria banging on the house next door? He’s ready to hibernate but the she-wolf isn’t cooperating.

About the Authors:

Anarie Brady: I’m a published writer with DCL and TEB. Generally, I write hot, hot BDSM erotica with shades of Domestic Discipline incorporated. Some of the fictional stories here are password protect so that no kiddos or people who might be offended by such material will unknowingly see/read something that offends them. Want the password? Just ask! You can find me on Facebook, Twitter, google+, or shoot me an e-mail gmail: anariebrady@gmail.com. The password is the same for all posts. Please, I love comments so don’t be shy!

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Kristi Ahlers: Kristi Ahlers is a California girl! She grew up in Northern California in a small city called Yuba City. Since then she’s lived in Brussels, Belgium, and England along with a myriad of other locations. A former flight attendant, she was able to continue to feed her love of travel. This has greatly influenced her writing, allowing her to pen stories about places she’s managed to visit and things she’s experienced.

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Morgan Henry: Morgan was able to realize a long unfulfilled dream when Siren accepted her manuscript for publication. Though she had always loved reading and writing, she made the decision to pursue a career in science when she was still in high school. It was a choice based in a need for stability and financial security.

It wasn’t until much later in life that she returned to her love of writing. Morgan wrote a manuscript, deciding that it was better to try and fail than to always wonder if she could have been a writer. She was amazed and delighted to have her first book published.

She now resides in Ontario, with her loving and supportive husband, cat and Boston terrorizer, oops I mean terrier. When she’s not writing, she still has a full time “day job” that she loves, family to look after, friends to enjoy spending time with, and quilts to make.

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Mary Alice Pritchard: Born in Greenwood, Mississippi, Mary Alice Pritchard has lived all over the state of Mississippi. She’s a nurse and has worked in nearly every area of the profession including Home Health and Hospice. Her favorite area in the hospital is the Emergency Department with its fast pace and constant change, a true adrenaline junkie!

Drawing from the rich culture of the South and her own menagerie of experiences over the years, she spins addictive tales of romantic intrigue, mystery and suspense mixed with the paranormal and lightly sprinkled with her unique style of humor.

Presently living in the northern part of the state, she works in the reimbursement area of finance for a large health system and quietly creates conspiracies and conundrums to entertain herself while plugging away at work. She lives with several muses who both inspire her and conspire against her their feline antics a constant source of entertainment and inspiration for her writing. Her love of animals is only matched by her love of books and the joy of exploring a new world every time she begins a new one.

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Always Red by Isabelle Ronin – Spotlight and Giveaway

Long and Short Reviews welcomes Isabelle Ronin who is sharing an excerpt from her upcoming book Always Red, the second book in her duology, which is scheduled for release on November 7. Check out our post for the first book, Chasing Red, here. Leave a comment for a chance to win a print copy of Chasing Red (US only).

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“Red,” Caleb whispered. “Do you know how I felt when you left me?”

I looked into his eyes. The emotion I saw in them, the intensity, and the tenderness filled up my throat.

“I felt ruined. Because, Red, every time you break me apart, you put me back together. And I always come out better than before.”

“So,” he cupped my face, stroking my cheek with his thumb. “Ruin me.”

Chasing Red Duology:
Chasing Red (Book 1)
Always Red (Book 2)

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We were back at the beach. It was past midnight, and the place was deserted, as if it had been waiting for us all day.
As if it had been waiting for this moment.

We lay on the sand, on the same blanket he’d brought when he took us here the very first time. It seemed like a long time ago. Before, he would have reached for my hand, threading his fingers through mine.

Not this time.

I turned onto my side so I could look at Caleb. His eyes were closed. The breeze blew a lock of his bronze hair against his forehead, and I wanted to brush it back so badly.

“I miss you, Caleb.”

He didn’t respond. His eyes remained closed, but I knew he heard me because I saw his breath catch in his chest.

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I needed to explain. I needed to tell him what I really felt.

I took a deep breath, gathering courage. “All my life I had to work hard to get the things I wanted. To reach the places I needed to be. I had to be strong—stronger than most people. Because I had to be. I shut out everyone. And why not?”

I rolled onto my back and looked up to the dark velvet sky, at the bright half-moon and the stars glittering like diamonds. It was so beautiful, so peaceful with the sound of the lapping waves. But a storm was brewing inside me.

“People are selfish,” I continued. “They always want something from you, and when they get it, they leave. So I never let anyone in. But then…I met you. You made me feel. You made me want things that I never allowed myself to want before. And it scared me. It scared me so much. So I didn’t trust you. I didn’t allow myself to. Every time I felt myself getting close to you, I pulled away.”

“Why?” he asked, his voice low and quiet.

“Because…because it hurts to hope for the impossible. How can someone like you want to know someone like me? All I have is a suitcase of sad stories and a broken heart. My walls are high and impossible to break down, and I won’t let anyone in. But I felt your warmth…seeping through the cracks. How did you know where to find me?” My voice broke. “No one else ever worked to find me, Caleb. No one else stayed long enough to even try”—I felt a tear slide down my cheek— “until you.”

I sat up, pulling my legs close to my chest and burying my face in my arms. I felt him sit up and move closer to me.

“I didn’t trust what you felt for me,” I admitted. “I was scared. I kept waiting for you to disappoint me. Everyone else did. And I think that…that…somehow there’s something wrong with me. Something missing. That I’m not enough to make you stay, that somehow, someday you’re going to get bored with me and leave.” I sobbed. “All my life, my dad told me it was my fault. That I was the reason for all the bad things…” I swallowed. I didn’t want to talk about him. I didn’t even know why I’d mentioned him.

“I wish he was in front of me so I could hurt him,” Caleb said. “More than he hurt you.”

I heard the anger in his voice. He paused for a moment, and I could hear him breathing slowly, trying to calm himself. When he spoke again, his voice had softened.

“Red,” he whispered. “Do you know how I felt when you left me?”

I lifted my head and looked into his eyes. The emotion I saw in them—the intensity and the tenderness—filled my throat.

“I felt ruined. You ruined me. There is anger, but every time I see you, my anger fades away. And there is pain, but what is love without pain? Because, Red, every time you break me apart, you put me back together. And I always come out better than before. So.” He cupped my face, stroking my cheek with his thumb. “Ruin me.”

About the Author: My name is Isabelle and I’m a lover of belly laughs and snorts and I eat fries and tofu a lot and I’m in love with kind, compassionate people and you can usually find me in bookstores, coffee shops, karaoke parties or at the beach when it’s not frozen solid and I’m Filipino Canadian.

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