A Little Trivia

How long was the Elizabethan Age?
It ran for 45 years of the reign of Elizabeth I of England from 1558-1603.

Another Beautiful Horse

July Newsletter

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Tootles!

Never Try to Outsmart a Woman

A man calls home to his wife and says, "Honey, I have been asked to fly to Canada with my boss and several of his friends for fishing. We'll be gone for a long weekend. This is a good opportunity for me to get that promotion I've been wanting so could you please pack enough clothes for a 3 day weekend?"

"And also would you get out my rod and tackle box from the attic ? We're leaving at 4:30 pm from the office and I will swing by the house to pick my things up. 'Oh! And please pack my new navy blue silk pajamas."

The wife thinks this sounds a bit odd, but, being the good wife, she does exactly what her husband asked.

Following the long weekend he came home a little tired, but, otherwise, looking good. The wife welcomes him home and asks if he caught many fish?

He says, "Yes! Lots of Walleyes, some Bass, and a few Pike." Then he said, "but why didn't you pack my new blue silk pajamas like I asked you to do?"

You'll love the answer.
The wife replies, "I did, they're in your tackle box".

Grumpy Old Men

I live with them! No kidding. AND THEY'RE DRIVING ME CRAZY!!!!!! Good thing I love them both. Dad has moved in. He and hubby are close to the same age. I work all day, thank God. When I come home at night I get to hear what they did all day. They egg each other on.

"I fixed a nice breakfast this morning and he wouldn't eat it," hubby whines.
"I don't eat breakfast. I only eat crackers and peanut butter and drink coffee during the day," says my dad.

And on it goes...I just sit there and smile. They're joking with each other, kind of entertaining. Sometimes they gang up on me until I can't take it any more and I lock myself in the bedroom to get away from them. They think they're cute. Most of the time they are.

I'm thinking seriously about asking for overtime at work:)
My niece says for $100 a month and cooking she'll rent out her spare bedroom.

MEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And they say blondes are dumb.... One day my housework-challenged husband decided
to wash his Sweatshirt. Seconds after he stepped into the laundry room, he shouted to me, 'What setting do I use on the washing machine?'
'It depends,' I replied. 'What does it say on your shirt?'
He yelled back, ' OHIO STATE ! '
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A couple is lying in bed. The man says, 'I am going to make you the happiest woman in the world...'
The woman replies,'I'll miss you........
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'It's just too hot to wear clothes today,'Jack says as he stepped out of the shower, 'honey, what do you think the neighbors would think if I mowed the lawn like this?'
'Probably that I married you for your money,' she replied.
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Q: What do you call an intelligent, good looking, sensitive man?
A: A rumor
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Dear Lord,
I pray for Wisdom to understand my man; Love to forgive him; and Patience for his moods.Because, Lord, if I pray for Strength, I'll beat him to death.
AMEN
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Q: Why do little boys whine?
A: They are practicing to be men.
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Q: What do you call a handcuffed man?
A: Trustworthy..
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Q: What does it mean when a man is in your bed gasping for breath and calling your name?
A: You did not hold the pillow down long enough.
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Q: Why do men whistle when they are sitting on the toilet?
A: It helps them remember which end to wipe..
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Q: How do you keep your husband from reading your e-mail?
A: Rename the email folder 'Instruction Manuals'
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Meet Paige Tyler

Paige Tyler is a full-time writer of erotic romance. She and her research assistant (otherwise known as her husband) live on the beautiful Florida coast with their easy-going dog and their lazy, I-refuse-to-get-off-the-couch-for-anything-but-food cat. When not working on her latest book, Paige enjoys reading, doing Pilates, going to the beach, and vacationing with her husband at Disney.

She loves writing about strong, sexy, alpha-males and feisty, independent heroines, and her books all have romance, adventure, humor, and of course, lots of hot sex! She is published with Blushing Books, Whiskey Creek Press Torrid, and Liquid Silver Books.


Every Girl Wants a Guy Who's an Animal in Bed!

Artist Heidi Gibson is spending the summer up in Anchorage doing some painting when she gets attacked by a crazed wolf. She is rescued by golden- eyed wildlife biologist Luke McCall, who calmly informs she has been bitten by a werewolf and will turn into one during the next full moon. Thinking he’s obviously out of his mind, she can’t get away from him fast enough.

When strange things start happening to her, however, she begins to think the ruggedly handsome biologist could be right. Not knowing what else to do, she goes to Luke and is stunned to discover that he knows so much about werewolves because he’s one himself.

As Luke teaches her what she needs to know about being a werewolf, Heidi finds herself falling hard for the Alaskan hunk. But while they’re intent on each other, the werewolf that attacked her comes back into the picture, and he’s not exactly happy that another of his kind is trying to take the woman he believes is his rightful mate. Can Luke and Heidi's attraction overpower the jealousy of the rogue werewolf?


Excerpt:

Despite the pain that was throbbing through her entire leg, she knew how lucky she was. If the man carrying her hadn’t gotten there when he did…She tightened her arms around his neck and pressed her face into his chest, forcing herself not to think about it. The T-shirt he wore was soft beneath her cheek, and she closed her eyes as she breathed in his masculine scent. He had gotten there in time, and that was all that mattered.

When she opened her eyes again, she was shocked to see that they were already in the parking area. Oh God, had she passed out? It seemed like only a few minutes since she’d gotten attacked and it should have taken at least an hour to get back to the car. He had been moving a lot faster than she ever could have on the trails, but it was still hard to believe that they were there already. Okay, so she must have passed out. That was no surprise, though, not with the pain she was in. But then her brow furrowed as she abruptly realized that her leg was no longer throbbing nearly as badly. In fact, it barely hurt at all. That was a bad sign, wasn’t it? Maybe she was going into shock. Or worse, bleeding to death.

Panicking at that thought, Heidi lifted her head from the man’s chest to tell him that he’d better hurry and get her to a hospital when he surprised her by setting her down on her feet. She stood leaning against him, thinking that he had set her down so he could open the door to whatever it was he drove and get her inside. When he merely stood there gently holding onto her upper arms, she looked up at him in confusion. Maybe he had parked at the Eagle River entrance to the trail and didn’t have his car there.

“M-my car is over that way,” she said gesturing with her head. “We can take mine to the hospital if yours isn’t parked here.”

But the man made no move to pick her up in his arms again, or even ask for her keys. “I know you’re going to think I’m crazy when I tell you this, especially after what just happened, but you’re not going to need to go to the hospital.”

His voice was deep and velvety, and at any other time, she would have thought it sounded sexy as hell, but right then all Heidi could do was stare up at him in amazement. “What are you talking about?” she demanded. “Of course, I have to go to the hospital. I’m bleeding to death!”

“Actually,” he said. “You’re not.”

Her brow furrowed. What kind of idiot was he? “Yes, I am!” she snapped. “Look at my leg.”

As she spoke, she took away the shirt he had given her so that he could see for himself, but when she looked down at her leg, all she could do was stare. He was right. She wasn’t bleeding anymore. She gently rubbed the shirt over the bite marks, bracing herself for pain that never came. As she wiped the blood away, she gasped. Where the skin had been ragged and raw from the wolf’s bite just minutes earlier, it was now jagged, pink scar tissue that looked days old.

She lifted her head to find her rescuer regarding her with the most unusual gold eyes. How had she not noticed the color before? Because she’d been too busy thinking about other things, like bleeding to death. She shook her head. “I…I don’t understand. I’m confused. I must be in shock,” she said. “I was just bitten by a wolf. How can I already have a scar?”

“Because you weren’t bitten by an ordinary wolf.”

She frowned at him. “What the heck does that mean?”

He was silent for a moment, as if he were trying to think of what he wanted to say. Finally, he ran his hand through his dark hair and let out a sigh. “Look, I know this is going to sound bizarre,” he said. “But you were bitten by a werewolf.”


WHAT REVIEWERS ARE SAYING ABOUT ANIMAL INSTINCT!

Romance Junkies Gives Animal Instinct 5 Blue Ribbons!
"ANIMAL INSTINCT was incredible! I loved the setting; Ms. Tyler did a fantastic job describing it, she really makes the reader feel as if they are in the story. The attraction between Heidi and Luke was great, and the way they came together was just fantastic. The romantic scenes were all very well written, and the chemistry between the two of them was phenomenal. The villain of the story was a real twist, you never would guess that he was the bad guy! All in all, ANIMAL INSTINCT was an excellent story. Ms. Tyler just keeps getting better and better!"

The Romance Studio Calls Animal Instinct Searingly Hot!
"This is a searingly hot, yet sweet paranormal romance that I just loved. I had been anxiously awaiting this book and was not disappointed. How could I be when it had my two favorite elements: mystery and lycanthropy? I read straight through, I just couldn't put it down. Overall the book was properly thought out and the story flows well. As in the first book of the series, the hero and heroine are wonderfully developed. I enjoyed the love scenes when, even at the most erotic, they remained romantic. The secondary characters are well written, Sukie is adorable. I can't wait to read more from this author. I'm really looking forward to more Men of Alaska."


Buy it from Whiskey Creek Press Torrid!
http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=421&zenid=43f8297068ddd4910dbae00ff6d32659

Read Chapter One!
http://www.whiskeycreekpresstorrid.com/chapters/AnimalInstinct_PaigeTyler.shtml

Watch the Trailer!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=diuw88cCjRg


To read an excerpt from the first book in the series, Animal Attraction, and for more of my sexy erotic fiction, visit my website at http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com/

Update

LOL...so far I've survived three whole days with dad. I'm really very glad he's here and I think he's moved in. His health isn't that great, he can't drive, and he's missed living close to the family.

Thank goodness hubby is around this time, to keep him company during the days when I'm at work. They've already been to Home Depot, Wal-Mart twice, CVS, and out to breakfast this morning. Yesterday on Father's Day we had a nice day of visiting. My niece came up for the day, and we ordered dinner from a great restaurant down the street. Baby back ribs, crab meat stuffed shrimp and flounder. Huge salads and yeast rolls. Yummy!

Does There Have to be SEX in a Romance?

To hold your interest? And what about anticipation?

Over the years, when I used to have time for reading, I'll admit that I expected there to be sex somewhere in a story. I loved the anticipation leading up to the moment, and when the author delivered I was happy. But, those times the author closed the door and left it to my imagination I was so disappointed that I often put the book down and refused to finish it. All except for Kathleen E. Woodiwiss's books. Reading "The Wolf and the Dove" and "The Flame and the Flower" back in the early 70's, I didn't expect to read the explicit details between a man and a woman when they made love.

Now a days there's sex and plenty of it in romance novels. When I wrote "Cupid's Arrow" I wrote a lot of sexy situations between the characters that didn't deliver in the end. I felt that the anticipation of the big moment, when it finally came, would make up for the number of love scenes in the book. Quality over quantity.

Though it was my first book and is considered a sweet, traditional romance, it's probably one of my personal favorites. I really enjoyed building the relationship up between Mike and Emma. Feeling their sexual frustration and how they dealt with it, had me wanting to write more. I wanted to prolong their first time because I felt building up to it was just as important. And when they made love for the first time it was sensual, emotional and very fulfilling.

Do you expect there to be sex in a romance novel? Do you need for the hero and heroine to consummate their love for each other or are you okay with guessing what happens behind closed doors? My imagination isn't that good. I want to read the words.

Monday Man Candy

Take your pick, ladies:)

Cute Pet Story

FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE PETS, THIS IS A TRUE STORY.
FOR THOSE THAT DON'T, IT IS A TRUE STORY.

The following was found posted very low on a refrigerator door.

Dear Dogs and Cats: The dishes with the paw prints are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food.. Placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.

The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Racing me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.

I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort, however. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It Is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other, stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out on the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.

For the last time, there is no secret exit from the bathroom! If, by some miracle, I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge in an attempt to open the door. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for years - canine/feline attendance is not required.

The proper order for kissing is: Kiss me first, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough.

Finally, in fairness, dear pets, I have posted the following message on the front door:

ALL NON-PET OWNERS WHO VISIT AND LIKE TO COMPLAIN ABOUT OUR PETS:

( 1)They live here. You don't.
(2)If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. That's why they call it 'fur'-niture.
(3)I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.
(4)To you, they are animals. To me, they are adopted sons/daughters who are short, hairy, walk on all fours and don't speak clearly.

Remember, dogs and cats are better than kids because they:
(1) eat less,
(2) don't ask for money all the time,
(3) are easier to train,
(4) normally come when called,
(5) never ask to drive the car,
(6) don't hang out with drug-using people;
(7) don't smoke or drink,
(8) don't want to wear your clothes,
(9) don't have to buy the latest fashions,
(10) don't need a gazillion dollars for college and
(11) if they get pregnant, you can sell their children ...

Dad's Coming for a Visit!

And the best part is that he'll be here for father's day! He's coming in on Saturday night. That means Ive been busy getting ready for him. Shopping for all the goodies he likes, cleaning. After the bed linen and spread is dry his room will be done. That was a chore! You know how it is with the spare rooms in your house. You kinda let them go a little because you don't use them. So I dusted and polished and emptied out the closet for him. Should have seen the window. It was full of little cat nose prints where they like to sit and look out.

I'm looking forward to his visit. I haven't seen him since Thanksgiving. I hope he stays longer this time. And that I survive having two old men under foot! LOL

Little Trivia

What was the first drive in movie?

A ten acre site in Camden New Jersey. It was opened by Richard Hollingshead on June 6, 1933. The screen measured 40 by 30 feet and there was room for 400 cars.

Ah...the drive in movies. Gee, I remember going to them every Friday or Saturday night with a car load of friends. Back then they had all night horror movies. We'd bring food, drinks and blankets. The blankets weren't always used for keeping out the cold:) We'd also bring those little coiled do dads that you would have to burn to keep the mosquitoes away. Man, those were the good ole days!

Monday Man Candy

Would you save a horse and ride a cowboy?

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MONSTER HAIR

Don't let her wild hair fool you, she's a little angel. This is what my granddaughter looks like first thing in the mornings before her hair is pulled back.

I can't believe she's going to be three on her next birthday.

Our Little Pineapple

A couple years ago my dad gave me a pineapple plant from his back yard and it's finally producing! I never realized how long it takes for one pineapple to grow. No wonder they're so expensive in the stores.

Hurricane Season is here!

Time to stock up on water and canned goods. Oh, and let's not forget the toilet paper! LOL I keep a list of everything we need to do to be prepared on the refrigerator.

The other day hubby had me read an article about being prepared for your pets. Well, I thought having extra cat food around was all I needed. What an eye opener the article turned out to be! They recommended you have a roomy animal crate for each pet. That means three for me. The reason being that animals feel safer in enclosed cages and if your house should receive any damage they can't escape. I don't know what I'd do if any of my babies got out. They wouldn't know how to survive.

Of course, none of us in Florida want to think a real hurricane will head our way. We won't need those things.

Remember 2004?

There's something about them I like...

maybe it's the background?

It's All in the Jeans - excerpt

Libby led Logan through the front door and into the small kitchen without words, intensely aware that his eyes were on her. For the second time that morning she noticed he was too damn sexy. Several times while they’d been climbing down the tree she’d been conscious of her bottom against his fly, and something else, his erection. The fact that he was aroused had held her captivated and fueled her own desire. The fact that she turned him on fed her wounded ego.

Her gaze moved around the small kitchen. Where was her grandmother? She expected to see her waiting for them there with her first aid kit in hand, but the kitchen was empty. “Gram! We’re in the kitchen,” she called out, hoping her tone conveyed her wishes that she hurry up. Logan’s larger than life presence filled the small area, making Libby nervous.

“The first aid kit’s under the sink!” her grandmother hollered back. “Start without me, I’m temporarily tied up!”

Tied up? Libby frowned but faced Logan anyway. “Take your shirt off, soldier,” she ordered and turned to the door beneath the sink. She couldn’t believe she had Adonis right there in her kitchen, and that he would soon be bare-chested. “I’ll have you fixed up in no time.”

With the kit in her hand, Libby turned back to face him She was forced to take a step back, not realizing he’d moved closer to her. Her gaze fell in the vicinity of his impressive chest, unwillingly recalling what it felt like having her breasts crushed against him. She knew firsthand that Logan’s muscles were every bit as rock-hard and unbending as the old oak tree outside her grandmother’s door. A pleasant tingle raced through her body, zeroing right in on her puckering nipples. His nipples were taut, too. Libby wandered what he’d do if she were to put her mouth on one and roll it around on her tongue. Lord─where had that thought come from?

Her gaze wandered lazily up the thick muscles in his neck to the firm set of his jaw and tightly pressed lips. The tension on his face and the stony silence in his winter frost eyes showed his anger, but over what? That he was forced to be in her company again?

“You’re not scared, are you Logan?” she teased, placing the kit on the counter next to him and opening it. Libby glanced his way, taking in his arched brow.

“Why would I be afraid of you?” Logan demanded, tugging his sleeveless t-shirt over his head and ruffling his hair in the process. “Unless you’re going to sharpen your nails on me like that damn cat of yours. A few more scars aren’t going to make any difference now.”

“Rufus isn’t my cat,” Libby corrected, pulling a cloth and some antiseptic from the kit before facing him again. Oh my! She paused from what she was doing, momentarily mesmerized by Logan’s naked chest. Adonis had a few puckered scars but it didn’t disguise the definition of muscles that even now were tightening beneath her curious gaze. She gulped, her heart skipping a beat.

“Not a very pretty sight,” he said at her hesitation. “There’s more.”

Libby’s gaze slowly moved up his chest, detecting the anger in his clipped words. A muscle twitched in his lean jaw and then her eyes met his. What she saw there caused her breath to lock in her throat. Libby knew when a man lusted after her and it wasn’t always evident in outward signs. Logan’s fierce expression revealed his hunger.

“I wasn’t staring at your scars.” It was the truth. Libby had been enthralled with the powerful shape of his male form. How the width of his broad shoulders tapered to a lean waist and hips. His jeans didn’t disguise the thickness of his solid thighs nor the fullness behind his zipper.

Lord, he must be huge! Her body responded to the thought of what it would feel like being filled by such an impressive…then right in front of her eyes the object of her interest jumped. She raised her eyes to find Logan watching her like a predator waiting for the right time to swoop.

“Gram!” she called out nervously.

“What are you afraid of?” Logan asked in a low tone, repeating her earlier challenge.

Libby squared her shoulders. “Nothing. Turn around so I can douse those scratches with antiseptic.”

He complied, presenting his back, and Libby caught her breath on seeing the damage done by Rufus’s sharp claws. Despite the scratches marring his flesh, Logan’s shoulders and back were smooth, evenly tanned and beautifully sculptured. She found that her hand was shaking when she raised it to clean the pencil-thin lines beaded with blood.

Logan’s muscles tensed the second Libby touched the soaked cloth to his skin. “I’m sorry if I’m hurting you,” she said softly, gently dabbing the wounds. He only responded with a heavy sigh.
“If it’s any consolation you don’t have to worry; Rufus has had all his shots.”

“I wasn’t worried about it.” His tone was short and abrupt, ending the conversation before it had really started.

When all the blood was cleaned off, Libby reached for the tube of antibiotic cream and carefully spread some across each scratch. Beginning at his shoulders, she worked her way downward to the hollow in his back where it disappeared into his jeans. As her fingers smoothed the ointment into a scratch above his belt, Libby couldn’t help but admire his tight buns so enticingly displayed in well-worn jeans. She released a sigh that revealed more than it should have.

Without warning Logan spun around and he was suddenly facing her at only a breath’s distance. The kitchen was closing in on them. She would have taken a step back if it hadn’t been for the magnetic pull of gunmetal eyes.

She found her wrist seized. “That’s enough,” Logan said, his chest heaving with each breath, his expression sharp and hungry. He slowly pulled her closer.

Unusual Buildings

Blueberries

It's amazing what you'll make yourself eat when you're trying to be healthy. I'm not a big fan of the blueberry but I've been eating them for a couple weeks now. Whenever I find them on sale because they are pretty expensive for what you get.

What makes some sweet while others are so sour I can hardly stand them? It's getting to the point where I can just about identify which ones will be sweet, they're big and a little soft, while the sour ones are usually smaller and harder. Then there's the ones in between. Either way I'm forcing myself to eat all of them. Aren't they supposed to be loaded with antioxidants that are good for something?

Review from Night Owl Romance

...for THE COWBOY WAY

Tory Richards has done it again with this hot and sexy story. Definitely a book everyone should read for Chase and Lacey are perfect for each other.

Reviewed by Mindy

You can read the whole review here: Night Owl Romance

The Old Guy's Still Got It

A Pennsylvania senior citizen drove his brand new Corvette convertible out of the dealership. Taking off down the road, he pushed it to 80 mph, enjoying the wind blowing through what little hair he had left. "Amazing," he thought as he flew down I-70, pushing the pedal even more.Looking in his rear view mirror, he saw the state trooper behind him, blue lights flashing and siren blaring.

He floored it to 100 mph, then 110, then 120..

Suddenly he thought, "What am I doing? I'm too old for this," and pulled over to await the trooper's arrival.

Pulling in behind him, the trooper walked up to the Corvette, looked at his watch and said, "Sir, my shift ends in 30 minutes. Today is Friday. If you can give me a reason for speeding that I've never heard before, I'll let you go.

The old gentleman paused. Then said, "Three years ago, my wife ran off with a Pennsylvania State Trooper. I thought you were bringing her back."

The trooper replied, "Have a good day, Sir,".

Optimist...or Pessimist?

Do you see the glass half full or half empty? Yesterday I received two surprises in the mail. A stimulus check from the government that I wasn't expecting, and a royalty check. I never know when I'm going to get one of those. Not a bad day for me, huh? Went to bed feeling pretty good.

Today I got another surprise in the mail. A bill for the taxes due on my house. Ever noticed how things seem to balance out somehow? I immediately started to bitch to myself. Things like, I should have known, and, it figures. Why me? There goes the Coach purse I was going to splurge on.

But then I gave myself hell. The tax bill I knew was coming, and it is nice to paying for it with money I hadn't been expecting. A nice feeling came over me.

I'm still ahead:)

Blaze of Beauty Contest

Hey friends, check out the new Blaze of Beauty Contest. Lots of prizes, including one from moi, to one winner!

DOORFRAME

I DON'T CARE WHO YOU ARE, THIS IS FUNNY! DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN YOU WERE A KID AND YOUR PARENTS LINED YOU UP AGAINST A DOOR FRAME TO MARK HOW TALL YOU WERE AND DATED THE MARK? WELL, THIS CARTOON BRINGS A WHOLE NEW PERSPECTIVE TO THAT EXERCISE!


Sorry if this offends anyone but I thought it was too cute (and unfortunately true for a lot of us) not to post:)

Meet Amy Gallow

Author’s Bio
I was the only child of an itinerant worker in the Australian Bush and fourteen before I finished a year in the same school I started it. In spite of this advantageous beginning, I served time in the Australian military and Merchant Marine, before lecturing at a university in engineering and management and ended my professional career in the management of the offshore oil industry. Since retiring I have survived the closure of three publishers and “A Soldier’s Woman” will be my thirteenth published book (No, I’m not superstitious). An independent Australian film maker is currently preparing a film of my tenth published book, “The Widow-Maker”

Whiskey Creek Press will release “Snow Drifter” in July and “A Fair Trader” in either November or December.


I have a website, Amy Gallow and a Blog.


“The Widow-Maker"

A beautiful Pit Chick with a reputation as a jinx;
A rider with one last chance to prove himself; and
An untried machine they call the Widow-Maker.
A terrible combination in the countdown to the start of the Australian Motorcycle Grand Prix.
Dare you step beyond the barriers and join them?



“Snow Drifter”

Allison Farrell was content with the familiarity of her childhood home and secure in her position at Mayfield’s until Stuart Ferguson drifted in to blow her safe haven apart.

On the snowy peak of Mount Kosciusko she discovers a blaze within that the fiercest blizzard cannot extinguish. Yet the contrast between their lives is absolute. Has she the courage to emulate the biblical Ruth and leave her home and follow the endless winter from hemisphere to hemisphere?



“A Fair Trader”

Dinner at the Captain’s table, dancing cheek to cheek, and that uniform!
The final night of Ruth Lambert’s romantic cruise is pure magic…until Matthew Parker’s duty intervenes. A night of promised passion becomes five years of “What happened?” as letters go astray and pride stifles common sense.

Their next meeting plunges Ruth into a maelstrom where a love greater than anything she’d ever imagined thrusts her higher than the heavens, drives her deeper than the abyss, and threatens every achievement of her career.
At the point when everything she’d valued depends on proving she is a fair trader, her fear for Matthew dwarfs all else and she discovers the true price of loving…



“A Soldier’s Woman” (no cover art yet)

It would take a very special soldier to overcome Megan Ryan’s distrust of all things military. A fallen officer’s daughter, she has become right-hand woman a Davidson’s Machine and Tool, a family business in deep financial trouble. With the changing of the guard, Michael Davidson becomes its only hope. He is a career soldier, a sergeant in the elite SAS, living dangerously, always at the spear point.

They must join forces in a desperate battle to save the company, carrying them to Singapore, and the all-powerful Lim family. It is there that Megan learns just how much is at stake.
Will Michael return to his beloved SAS when their mission is complete?
For Megan there are only two impossible choices—become a soldier’s woman or lose Michael forever.

TWELVE Pounds!

Went to the doctor today and that's what I've lost so far...yippee!