Are Angels Really Aliens or Vice Versa?
By Dina Rae

We've all heard about UFO sightings, alien abductions, burnt crop fields, and cattle mutilations.  Roswell, New Mexico and Area 54 are the meccas of American X-files.  Bright discs are seen everywhere around the world.  What does the Bible have to say about extra-terrestrials?  Were things so different three thousand years ago?  Or are we just using a different vernacular?
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Anyone who has ever picked up the Bible knows the story of Noah and the ark.  God chose him and his family because they were pure (Genesis).  The question is pure heart or pure bloodline? Angels mated with women back in those days, producing a half breed called nephilim. These beings were described as giants with superhuman powers.  Could the nephilim be an old version of modern day aliens of a mixed race or even early attempts at genetic modification? Was Noah and his family the last ˜humans" left of the human race?

Angels and aliens are always described as glowing with light.  Ezekiel, an Old Testament prophet, vividly describes a spaceship in his book. Ezekiel 1:16: " The appearance of the wheels and their work was like unto the color of a beryl: and they four had one likeness: and their appearance and their work was as it were a wheel in the middle of a wheel."  Many Ancient Alien theorists use this passage as documentation of Ezekiel witnessing a spacecraft landing on earth. The description of the wheel is definitely futuristic.

Enoch's writings about angels were controversial enough to be edited out of the Bible.  More of his writings were found in the Dead Sea Scrolls.  He regularly communicated with angels and ascended up to Heaven to speak with God on behalf of their shortcomings.  Possible abduction?  Genesis 5:24 clearly states that "Enoch walked faithfully with God; then he was no more because God took him away."
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Many believe that angels or aliens came to Earth to show mankind technology and weapons.  One of the Bible's biggest examples of this, at least according to Ancient Alien Theory, is Lot's wife.  Genesis 19:26 says,"But his wife looked back from behind him, and she became a pillar of salt." Lot and his family were warned not to look back. We know now that nuclear blasts leave salt. There are large salt contents all over the Dead Sea to suggest that there was once an ancient nuclear explosion.

Whatever you believe, angels or aliens were definitely here thousands of years ago. Our history books only tell us bits and parts of our past. The Best Seller, a new sci-fi novel by Dina Rae, uses ancient alien theory, New World Order, Nazi conspiracies, and aliens to weave an entertaining tale that will leave you wondering about our collective past.

The Best Seller (Solstice Publishing, May 31st, 2016)

When Maya Smock writes her first novel, everything seems to go her way. Her book practically writes itself. She marries her gorgeous agent. Her name is on all of the best seller lists. Billionaire author Jay McCallister takes an interest in her meteoric rise to fame and invites her into his world of alien-believing celebrities. Her life changes forever when he tells her that they were both created inside of a laboratory. These authors are embedding an alien genetic code within the pages of their novels that originated from Nazi Germany because The time has come. They are here.

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The Men of Machismo series revolves around nine friends who worked together in a male revue. Each book follows the life of a different former dancer seven years later. The Bad Decision Legacy is Will and Tonya’s story. 

Tonya’s psychotic ex is stalking her. Not the best time to meet men, still her best friend begs her to show up for blind date dinner. Her plan includes the meet and greet, then heading home. Of course, she never expected a man who sent every hormone in her body into high alert. Will looked like her next bad decision. 

Will’s work as a divorce lawyer included discouraging embittered women from ramming their soon to be exes with the car or setting fire to their husband’s latest girlfriend. No wonder he fell hard for Tonya. The first woman he met with no agenda, well almost none. It’s obvious Tonya is knee deep in trouble, but refuses to ask for help. Instead of running the other way, he contemplates dashing into the tornado she refers to as her life. With any luck, he might survive. 

EXCERPT
THE BOLD FONT stood out catching her eye as she scrolled down her work email, SURPRISE; it announced, stopping her in the action of deleting it. It wasn’t the subject heading, but more the sender name, Clint Fairweather, her ex. At one time, his name signaled a desirable man in her mind. That was before she knew him and some of his bizarre tendencies.

The blinking cursor hovered over the delete button. Most of the time she trashed his messages, never reading them. Technically, the message shouldn’t have even made it in her mailbox due to being blocked. Then again, her misfortune lay in having a mean-spirited ex-boyfriend who also was a computer genius. Yay me, I sure know how to pick them.

Tonya’s shoulders hunched forward. God, she didn’t need this now. Her company was looking at personnel to cut since they’d failed to make projected goals this year. It didn’t matter that she worked harder than almost anyone in the department. No company wanted an employee with a stalker ex. News stories illustrated that they tended to come with guns blazing, taking out not only the object of their obsession, but a half of dozen innocent people in the process.

Her first instinct was to send the email to the cyber dumpsite with the many dozens he’d sent the past year. Something stopped her. This one was different. It felt as if ice-cold water splashed down her back.

Wincing, she opened the document that was tying her insides into knots. An impressively long list of things to do left her with no time to dither about a whiny letter from her ex. Besides, then she’d know what it said. Wrinkling her nose, she glanced around the room, noticing her workmate’s failure to arrive.

Michelle lived in a different time zone, a much later one. Oh well, she rolled her eyes. This time she didn’t mind her co-worker’s tardiness. An overabundance of fruity fragrance wafted around Michelle, similar to her personal atmosphere. A quick glance at the open door assured her she’d smell or hear Michelle before she arrived. Tonya opened a file, ready to switch the screen when her co-worker finally arrived. With jobs on the line, she trusted no one.

The open document mocked her with one sentence. I bet your boss would enjoy seeing this, as would everyone else in your company. That was it. Where were the platitudes about her letting go of the best thing she ever had, and how she’d never find a man as wonderful as him? Wait. See what?

Michelle’s voice floated down the hallway as she stopped to talk to the custodian. Tonya’s eyes flicked down the email to notice it had an attachment. Damn. Her heart jumped up into her throat. She had to know what bomb Clint was going to drop on her. Her co-worker’s cheerful chatter showed no sign of winding down. Click.

                                  Chapter One
 
Two months ago, Daniel’s idea of a reunion special sounded like a good idea. The local winery put reunion stickers on their bottles of table red after she provided the stickers and bought three cases. Each room got a gift basket of wine, chocolate, bath salts, and a candle for a romantic getaway. The baskets rested on the foyer table. Originally, she thought leaving them in the rooms would work, but she wanted to make sure the guests each received their baskets personally. Somehow, that would make it seem more like a gift than something that normally came with the room.

Her first reunion guest was Lorena Fitzgerald, according to the list. The door opened almost on cue, jangling the delicate bell she’d attached to it for exactly that purpose. A woman with a dark asymmetrical bob and a cashmere sweater set entered, pausing on the threshold. A quick scan of the woman’s conservative closed toed pumps, pencil skirt, classic pearl strand, and wrinkle free face didn’t strike any memory chords. People changed with the help of hair dye, weight gain or loss, and Botox. The woman summoned up a pleasant smile as she approached Donna.

Good, a nice customer. It was about time. All she seemed to have lately was the loud talkers whom the other guests complained about. Then there were ‘the late night door slammers,’ which was the unfortunate result of a not so harmonious second honeymoon. Not to be overlooked was the late night snacker. Personally, he was the worst in her opinion. Surprise hit her when she opened her fridge, expecting to see all the items she’d prepared the night before for breakfast and only finding a fraction of them. The man had the nerve to ask if they were going to have more of the missing delicious cinnamon date buns. Her lips tilted up as she stifled a sign of relief as the guest approached with one single designer weekender. Classy. Why couldn’t all her guests be similar?

“Hello. Welcome to The Painted Lady Inn. Thanks for choosing the Lady for your weekend getaway.” She held the smile in place, questioning her choice of a name for her bed and breakfast. Daniel remarked it sounded like something out of a horror movie, as if it would come to life.

The woman didn’t answer, but took two more steps closer, then placed her bag on the floor. “I’m glad to be here before the sun sets.”

“You made it.” Her cheeks were starting to ache from the continually smiling. This small talk was the hardest part of the job. Well, that and acting like a genial innkeeper. Why couldn’t she’d just be normal Donna Tollhouse?

“Yes, yes, I did.” The woman glanced around the foyer that had several open doors to the front parlor, library, and dining room. Her lips pursed as her eyes flicked upward.

No dust anywhere and the floors gleamed where they weren’t covered by a floral runner. Nothing to find exception with as far as she could tell. “May I have your name, please?”

The woman gave a nervous laugh out of character for the persona Donna had assigned her.
“Lorena, Lorena Fitzgerald.”

Convenient, since she was the first name on the list. Her hand gripped the heavy reunion basket and held it out to Lorena. “Compliments of the inn for your stay.” The woman’s French tipped manicured hand wrapped around the basket handle beside Donna’s. “Enjoy the reunion.”

Lorena’s eyes widened. “There’s a reunion? What type?”

Donna had relinquished the basket unaware that her guest didn’t merit a basket. Too late to take it back too, especially since the woman was now poking through it making pleasurable noises. With her luck, the couple out antiquing would hear about it and expect one too. Well, she did have a couple cases of Reunion Red.

“Ah yes, the local high school is having a reunion. Thirty-one years.”

Lorena fanned her free hand in front of her as if overcome by the thought of a reunion. “Thirty years. Goodness, I’ve only been out of school barely twenty years.”

Taking a page from Detective Taber’s book, she ran a hand over her face, hoping to hide her smirk. Okay, the woman looked good, but not that good. A woman in her thirties would wear something a little more playful, edgy, or even more casual. The shoes and sweater set declared her mid-forty. Once she recovered her innkeeper face, she dropped her hand.

Jack pushed open the door of his new office. The scent of stale cigarette smoke greeted him. A thin layer of dust covered a metal desk, which looked older than he was. “Yeah, what did I expect?” He’d rented the office sight unseen via a realtor online.

His last assignment had literally gone up in flames. The time had come for him to get out of Texas and past time to get out of the business. With his skill set, he’d figured he’d be a natural as a detective. The idea of being a gumshoe in a moth-worn office strangely appealed to him. Could be too many black and white movies or the possibility of not having to move around and pretend to be someone he wasn’t influenced him. All the same, he should change his name, even though his most recent name didn’t belong to him any more than his red hair.

In the United States, he discovered redheaded men attracted little attention. People, mainly women, assume they weren’t attractive. Women would glance at him and immediately looked away. They didn’t want him to make the mistake of thinking they were interested. Their sudden swing of their head in the opposite direction amused him. A few may have suffered whiplash. Ironically, they were doing exactly what he wanted, wiping him from their memories.

His ability to blend into the background had made him an excellent spy. When that got old, he found himself doing little errands for a collective that didn’t identify itself as a government agency, but their denial made him suspect they were. On the last job he took, he discovered the organization decided he was expendable after he figured out what they worked so hard to hide.

The door shut behind him as he released his grip on it. The windows with the open blinds drew him first. A quick twist and pull closed them on the first window. Unfortunately, the second blind resisted his efforts to close it. A hard yank pulled them off the window into a clattering heap on the floor.

“Damn it.” He kicked the offending blinds across the room. “No big deal, no one is looking for me, especially the redheaded version.”

The vinyl desk chair groaned and exhaled a dusty breath as he sat. “Yeah, I know.” His booted feet landed on the desk as he laced his hands behind his head. Sad, his first act in his new life involved conversing with office furniture.
When he planted evidence in the factory explosion, he meant for everyone to assume he was dead. The only problem with being dead was it left him with no one to hang out with. That in itself wasn’t that difficult. His previous line of work provided him with only superficial friendships and the knowledge that anyone he called a friend or lover could turn on him if the price were right.

Starting over was something he excelled at, only this time it was all him. No one else was calling the shots. Espionage was a young man’s game. Three bullet wounds, shrapnel in his left knee, the long scar across his back where a Kevlar vest deflected most of the damage proved that. The truth was he couldn’t keep up anymore. Best to take himself out of the game before someone else did.

The only problem was would the right people believe he was dead. It wasn’t the first time he’d died. Of course, those other times, he’d dropped out of sight for a few months, and people assumed he expired. This time he faked his own death and did a good job, too, leaving evidence those looking would be able to ID. His pearl-handled sig he took off a double agent was outside of the explosion zone. Anyone who knew him knew he’d never give up his weapon.

For most people that would be enough, but there were some bad characters following him, shadowing him across continents and over oceans. Foreign nationals believed in payback and felt he had some coming, even though he was only doing his job. It was never personal.

That’s where the blood had come in handy. His lips tilted up. Brilliant. He knew what he was going to do a week before he did it. He siphoned off two pints of his own blood. Kept it refrigerated to keep it fresh. Those interested in DNA testing would find a match.

​ Two pints was a great deal to lose all at once. Loss of blood, along with the weapon, and an out of control explosion equaled probable death as long as he didn’t make any visible appearances, part of the reason he chose the northern California coast, especially this section. It was wedged between the surfer crowd on one side and the newly wealthy celebrities who gobbled up the land as fast as they could on the other. Neither one had much interest in anyone outside their social circle. Typically strangers attracted attention, but both groups tended to be transitory in nature, which made him background filler, not an oddity.

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Angela Ford originates from Nova Scotia…Canada’s Ocean Playground!


Her love of the ocean and sunsets are always in her heart and give her inspiration. Her love for words keeps her turning the page. She is never without a book, whether she’s reading or writing. Now residing in Ontario, Angela works in Finance – numbers by day – words by night.


Angela Ford’s dedication and involvement with cyber safety seminars gave her an Award of Distinction and sparked the idea for her first book Closure – crime suspense that hit Best Selling Action/Adventure. Ms. Ford continued her FBI series with Forbidden and Obsessed with the final in the series coming in 2016. In between mysteries, Ms. Ford writes short contemporary romance…sometimes sweet...sometimes spicy and sometimes with a dash of suspense! Her #1 Bestseller Christmas Holiday Romance put her in Amazon’s Top 50 Authors.


Between two jobs and two kids, mom’s home is always filled with young adults and rather interesting stories. But it is the furry family members who rule the house – a Puggle, a new Chug puppy and two loveable cats. Every possible quiet moment she finds, she treasures and just writes about the moments to come. Angela is an avid reader of romance, a member of the RWA, KOD (Kiss of Death – Suspense Chapter) and Mississauga Writers Group. You can follow her at BTGNwww.bookstogonow.com or visit her website/blog Romantic Escapes at http://www.angelafordauthor.com to connect with her on her social network sites. She loves to hear from her readers – they keep her smiling!


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Cornelia Amiri, who also writes as Maeve Alpin, is the author of 30 published books. Known as the Celtic Romance Queen, she writes Celtic Fantasy Romance, Celtic Historical Romance, Steampunk Romance and Sci-fi Romance. She lives in Houston Texas as does her son and granddaughter and her cat, Severus. Severus is a writer's cat, he loves books. He likes to knock them off the bookshelf, sit on them, and sniff the open pages. He also uses the computer, he sits on it, lays on top of it, and walks across the key board almost constantly. She is working on two soon to be released books a historical romance box set, Scandalously Yours and a modern day fantasy romance novella, Back to the One I love.


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A member of the Romance Writers of America, Tamara Ferguson is the top-ten best-selling, multi-award winning author of the Kissed By Fate Romance Series and the Tales of The Dragonfly Romance Suspense Series.


Her latest release is Two Hearts Surrendered. This military romance was her contribution to the bestselling Magical Weddings anthology, which included stories by fifteen USA Today, best-selling, and award-winning authors. Two Hearts Surrendered recently earned 3-5★reviews from Readers’ Favorite, and has just become a #1 Wounded Warrior Romance Bestseller, Kindle Book and Series.


Tales of the Dragonfly Book I: In Tandem was a romance finalist at the 2013 Indie Excellence Awards, while Tales of the Dragonfly Book II: In Flight was a 2014 WINNER at the Readers' Favorite International Book Awards. Her latest release, That Unforgettable Kiss was recently a top ten Amazon bestseller in Kindle Saga Fiction, earned 3-5★editorial reviews from Readers' Favorite, and has just become the 2015 WINNER of The Romance Reviews Readers' Choice Awards in New Adult Romance.


That Unforgettable Kiss is currently featured in the #5 bestselling A Touch of Passion, 12 full-length novels by USA Today, New York Times bestselling and multi-award winning authors. This anthology is also a #1 New Adult Romance Bestseller, as well as a New Adult Bestseller.
Since she remains a full-time caregiver for an autistic son, you can usually find Tammy working at home, where she spends a lot of time not completing her numerous home improvement projects, because she's writing or helping indie authors promote their books on twitter.


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Daisy Banks writes romances ranging from sweetly tender through to sexily spicy tales in the Historical, Paranormal and Fantasy genres. From Victorian devotion to a werewolf passion, a rogue and a courtesan, a clumsy fairy and a saucy ghost, you can discover a different world with Daisy in each of her stories.


Antiques and collecting entertain Daisy when she isn’t writing. There are also some rare occasions she makes a meal that doesn’t stick to the pan. 


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For Anna Celeste Burke life is an extravaganza! Figuring out how to hang tough and make the most of the wild ride is the challenge. On my way to Oahu, to join the rock musician and high school drop-out I had married in Tijuana, I was nabbed as a runaway. Eventually, the police let me go, but the rock band broke up. Our next stop: Disney World, where we ‘worked for the Mouse’ as chefs, courtesy of Walt Disney World University Chef’s School training. More education landed us in academia at The Ohio State University. For decades, I researched, wrote, and taught a number of gloriously nerdy topics. Retired now, I’m still married to the same, sweet, guy and live with him near Palm Springs, California. I write mysteries set in sunny California! The Jessica Huntington Desert Cities Mystery series, set here in the Coachella Valley, the Corsario Cove Cozy Mystery Series set in California’s Central Coast, and The Georgie Shaw Cozy Mystery series set in the OC. Coming soon, The Misadventures of Betsy Stark that also take place, here, in the Coachella Valley.


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Mary Crawford has been lucky enough to live her own version of a romance novel. She married the guy who kissed her at summer camp. He told her on the night they met that he was going to marry her and be the father of their children. Eventually she stopped giggling when he said it, and they just celebrated their 27th wedding anniversary. They have two children. The oldest is in medical school, where he recently found and married the love of his life, and the youngest is still in elementary school.


Ms. Crawford writes full time now. She has published six books and has several more underway. She volunteers her time to a variety of causes and has worked as a Civil Rights Attorney and diversity advocate. Ms. Crawford spent several years working for various social service agencies before becoming an attorney. In her spare time, she loved to cook, decorate cakes and of course, obsessively, compulsively read.


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Allyson R. Abbott.
I love to travel, but I also need to work. Being an author allows me to combine both of activities and has the added bonus of life being an adventure. I never know where I will be sitting writing from one year to the next. As I write this, I am in Africa, in spring I travel to Europe for a few months and later in the year to the USA and Canada. It is a great life, if you don’t mind a little insecurity.


I try to bring a little of my adventurous personality into my stories. Being a 'mature aging gracefully' woman, I feel akin to the problems of aging and relationships. I spent many years on my own before finding my truly remarkable and very patient partner who I happily gave up my whole world for. My stories are about mature relationships with mature people. People who have character and humour, who have a history; people just like us.


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After spending most of her life in New York City, Tamara Philip decided to let love lead her on an international adventure, where she's met many amazing people and ate entirely too much. Tamara and her English-born Husband, Chris, now split their time between the United Kingdom and Trinidad and Tobago.


Writing has been her secret passion since childhood. Quirky female leads are her trademark. 
On any given day you can find Tamara telling people what to do, dodging adulthood, and working hard on her next novel.


Other works by Tamara Philip are The Trouble with Playing Cupid, The Trouble with Romance and two holiday short stories, Romancing the Grinch and This Season...Have Love/Have Faith with fellow author, Neva Squires Rodriguez.


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Neva Squires-Rodriguez was born and raised in a neighborhood located on the North Side of Chicago. Mother, Wife, Expert at multitasking, when she’s not writing newspaper columns or finishing up her latest novel, she is dispatching calls for her city’s 911 center. Perhaps this is what helps Neva create electrifying stories with a twist.


Neva Squires-Rodriguez earned her Bachelor’s Degree from American Military University (APUS/AMU) and her Master’s Degree from National University, a feat which she worked very hard to obtain and says she will work even harder to pay off.


She claims to be a typical American, full of dreams that will hopefully get her to a more comfortable lifestyle one day. She says, "God has a plan and I will follow wherever it is that He takes me."


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Adrienne D'nelle Ruvalcaba was born and raised in Southeast Texas. After high school, she joined the U.S. Army and served four years at Fort Campbell, KY. After her army days, and one failed attempt at marriage, she and her two children relocated so that she could enroll in the Engineering program at Southern Illinois University Carbondale. While there, she completed her Bachelor's degree in Civil Engineering with a concentration in structural analysis. Also while at SIU, she was diagnosed with Systemic Lupus Erythematosus. This diagnosis significantly changed her life.


Since the onset of SLE, she has learned a lot about those close to her and even more about herself. After a few years of struggling to accept lupus as part of her life, she has come to a more peaceful place, and no longer lets her disease define who she is.


Adrienne has had a love of writing since grade school, and she often takes solace in the many worlds she creates in her imagination. She writes women's fiction and romance, and her books are meant purely for emotional fulfilment, enjoyment, and sweet escapism. Real life is difficult enough, and she believes that we all need a little break from it sometimes.


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Q. D. Purdu’s debut romance, DESDEMONA FINDS THE BIG O IN LOVE won first place in the Texas Writers’ League Romance category, 2014. The book will be released in 2016.
Q. D. loves her rescued puppy, red wine, running through sprinklers, dark chocolate with sugared ginger, and anything wrapped in a corn tortilla.  Her prized possessions include a hot pink Christmas tree and a garden full of okra and basil.


She hasn’t decided what she’ll be when she grows up, but whatever it is will be filled with romantic impossibilities.


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Cary Allen Stone’s aviation career began in 1972 and ended in 2014. In his forty-plus years as a pilot, he flew hundreds of thousands of miles through all types of weather, domestic and international flights, all without an aviation accident. His aviation travels gave him a unique perspective of life, and led to his writing. In 1992, he flew film director Sir Ridley Scott for ten days during a location scout. Mr. Scott mentored him about his writing. He has a Bachelor of Arts degree, and was a member of two honor societies. He played a “bad guy” main character in an AAA Club advertisement, and was an extra in several films both in LA and Phoenix. He has written several action-adventure screenplays. He has done voice-over, radio commercials, and standup comedy, which included comedy magic. He represented the USA alongside nine other countries in the Night of Magic in Bogota, Colombia performing before dignitaries, ambassadors and their families. Cary is a member of the Phoenix Writer’s Club and the International Thriller Writers.


His series The Jake Roberts Novels has been well received by Amazon Hall of Fame Top 10 Reviewers in crime fiction and psychological thrillers from whom he receives 5–Star reviews. Action adventure author Clive Cussler and South Florida author Tim Dorsey endorsed Stealing Atlanta, his cybercrime thriller. His first published work, Through a Mother’s Eyes a true crime story, was a case study of “filicide” the parental murder of children. His subject was a friend of his who murdered her six-year-old son. The research took four years to complete, which included time spent in the correctional facility where Julie was incarcerated. Through a Mother’s Eyes has a worldwide reach. Cary’s hopes are that the story will help to prevent future tragedies from happening and to date he has received several correspondences of success.


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HERE'S WHAT THEY'RE SAYING ABOUT THE DOLAN GIRLS:
 “At times rollicking, at times poignant, always authentic; a well-researched and beautifully told story.”

 “A compelling read, perfect amount of romance, with a wonderful ending. You’ll be immersed in cast, time, and place.”

 “S.R. Mallery’s words thunder off the page like a cattle stampede with sharply written characters demonstrate that it was WOMEN who tamed the American West.”

 “It's a rip-roaring, nail-biting, heart-throbbing ride...my Stetson is off to S.R. Mallery!”

“What a marvellous story! Historically well researched, entertaining, & very warmly written. Highly recommended.”

 “Mallery has done it again. THE DOLAN GIRLS leads you on a trip that is sometimes painful, sometimes loving. From innocence to womanhood. From love to heartbreak. Definitely 5*!”

“The Dolan Girls is simply a wonderful book. It brings the West alive in a way that is not only historically interesting, but one can’t help but become fascinated with how the story is going to play out.”

EXCERPT:
 
CHAPTER ONE
1861: Young Kisses
 
Cora Dolan refused to talk about what had happened six years earlier, ten miles above town. Sealed up as tight as a snail in the cold she was, even to her sister Minnie, who was there with her the whole time; even with Thomas, who held her heart.

Yet one star-flushed night, as the wind’s edges were chilling and the shortening days were trumpeting the around-the-corner autumn, the two sweethearts pressed against a neighbor’s barn door, and Cora opened her mouth to share her past, then paused.

“What is it, Cora?” Thomas whispered, his steady arm around her sixteen-year-old waist, his mouth brushed against her ear. “Tell me what gets you sad sometimes. Let me help you.”

She forced a smile. “I’m all right, truly I am,” she said, placing her right hand gently over her heart for a couple of seconds. With her arms then draped over his broad shoulders, she uplifted her face for a kiss.

“Oh, Cora,” he said softly, his lips heading toward hers, “I love it when you put your hand over your heart. It’s so sweet. So trusting.”

Suddenly, a horse’s sudden clop-clop broke their embrace, sending them scurrying off to Cora’s residence. Several blocks away, still running, laughing, holding hands, they slowed their pace down to a stroll as they passed the livery stable, the local blacksmith, the church shut tight for the night, the brand new post office, and the local saloon with its strong bouquet of whiskey and beer wafting into the air. Finally they stopped in front of the red-curtained Madam Ana’s, South Benton’s second watering hole, the place for pleasuring most any man.And home to the Dolan girls.

“I guess it’s good-night, then,” her young suitor murmured, angling for another kiss.

A male snicker rang out. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?”

Out from behind the southeast porch post stepped a slightly older young man, his black hat cocked forty-five degrees, his leather jacket opened, his six-shooter holstered just below his waist. He moved in close.

“Cora, sweet thing, why in the world do you waste your time with such a greenhorn, huh?” he sneered. “Be like the gals you live with and try a real man for once!”

Thomas stepped in front of Cora. “Wes, that’s no way to treat a lady. Let her be!”

The stepbrothers faced each other. “Don’t you threaten me!” Wes spat back, splaying his tall, wiry legs and fingering his new grown mustache, as if to further prove his manhood.

“That’s rich––me threatening you. Now, leave us alone!”

As Wes half walked, half hitched away, chortling, Cora clutched her protector. “He’s always so scary,” she whispered…
 
“… I think you’re beautiful, Cora. In fact, you’re perfect.”

Concentrating on his piercing blue eyes, she leaned in for a kiss. All of a sudden, they heard Madam Ana inside, laughing with one of her customers while an out-of-tune piano clunked loudly in the parlor. Although the kiss ended up much shorter than he would have liked, he said nothing when Cora turned and swung the front door open to head toward the back of the house where she shared a bedroom with her sister Minnie.

Just inside, Cora walked into the parlor, with its red velvet wallpaper and red carpeting, stretching out onto the large, winding staircase that led upstairs. She continued on, past the central eye-catchers of the room:  a large maroon settee, piled high with plump, satin pillows, and a glittering chandelier hovering overhead that word had it, cost a small fortune. Nothing was too good for the ambitious Madam Ana Prozinski from Russia, she was always being told.

“Cora!” called out Becky, a voluptuous blonde squeezed into a purple, gusset-enhanced corset, high-heeled boots, and her famous black velvet choker. “While we’ve been workin’ here a month of Sundays, you get to make a night of it! For two cents, I’d love to know what you’ve been doin’!”

“Yup, I reckon she just got a lick and a promise!” added a red-petticoated Julie to a chorus of shrieks and laughter.

Amy, in a rose colored shimmy and fishnet stockings, chimed in. “Look at her red face! Did you ever see anything so perty? It’s just like…”

“She’s always pretty!” Julie interrupted. “Talks fine, too. Must be all those speakin’ lessons from Pete she’s always taking.”
“Yeah,” Becky said, chuckling. “She talks like one of them refined ladies, but she’s also so pretty she could be one of us. I’ll bet she could bring in those cowboys by the wagonloads! She’s…”

​Madam Ana strode into the room “Girls, enough!” You know I take no stock in dis kinda talk. Leave Cora be. Now go back to verk!” She looked around at her employees and clapped twice. “Now!” she barked.
 

Do you like westerns? Romances? Then The Dolan Girls is your book. It features the tale of two Dolan girls abandoned in the Nebraska land rush and left to the loving graces of the local madam. The story opens with a tale of young love, a twisted cowboy, and an alcoholic thespian who quotes Shakespeare.

Ms. Mallery doesn’t shy away from exposing the underside of everyday life and the personal grit each person had to possess to survive the hostile land. Still, in the rough and tumble atmosphere, there were moments of joy, discovery, and a little celebrity worship with the appearance of Annie Oakley and the Buffalo Bill show.

The Dolan Girls should satisfy historical romance and western fans alike. 

S. R. Mallery BIO:
 S.R. Mallery has been labeled nothing short of 'eclectic'. She has been a singer, a composer, a calligrapher, a production artist, a quilt designer, and an ESL/Reading teacher.

As a writer, History is her focus and is woven into her stories with a delicate thread. When people talk about the news of the day, or listen to music, Sarah's imagination likens the story to a similar kind of news in the past and is conjuring up scenes between characters she has yet to meet.
 
 




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Mina smiled at her husband over the soft-top car roof as she opened the passenger door. Raising her voice a little, she said, “A ride along the coast sounds great.” It did, especially since it had been a while since she and Lucian had done anything together. Her images of married life were worlds away from the reality.

Instead of preparing meals together and snuggling on the couch watching television, Lucian worked. She worked too, as a school office manager. It allowed her plenty of time to get home to fix Lucian an excellent supper he seldom ate because he usually ate at work or even dined with clients. His actions hurt her, but she pretended they didn’t. After all, Lucian never had a wife before. How would he know what he was supposed to do? Maybe it was her. Could she be doing something wrong?

They were going for a ride today, which showed that being a compliant wife paid off. Following her church teachings of being a submissive wife was not only the right thing to do but was its own reward.

Lucian backed the car out of the garage slowly, driving a few miles before pulling over long enough to lower the convertible top. She glanced at his hands because she’s always admired his long fingers and maicured nails he kept meticulously clean. Her deceased father had run an airline, but he often worked on the planes himself, which left him with stained, rough skin.

Today Lucian’s immaculate hands were glove encased. “Honey, why are you wearing those gloves, especially on a warm day like this?”

He fixed his warm chocolate eyes on her and smiled. “Can’t risk a blister. I’ve got a big case this week. A lawyer with a blister on his hand draws attention at the wrong time. I can’t have some nearsighted juror trying to decide if it’s a wart, a blemish, or a blister while ignoring my opening argument.”

“You’re right,” she readily agreed.

Lucian was an excellent criminal defense lawyer. How could a jury convict when he turned those eyes on them and launched an argument that demolished his opponent’s case. She’d met him through her old boyfriend, who was also a lawyer. There was a time she thought she could be a lawyer, too. The thought made her grimace. That was back when she was an independent woman, thinking she could do anything. Thank goodness, she found Lucian and the church to help her put things in their proper place. Although, sometimes, she wondered what would have happened if she’d finished her degree and passed the bar.

The morning sun rose in the sky like a play backdrop. The blue skies above her, the sheer walls of rock on one side, and the ocean tossing far below made for excellent scenery, a setting for a perfect day. Lucian mentioned they might stop for lunch at a little bistro up the road featured on The Food Channel. The life she wanted was coming together, the one she dreamed of while she persevered to be the ideal wife. She never raised her voice and never argued with her man. He stopped the car at a lookout point, a sharp jog of a cliff that jutted out over the roaring water attached only on its side to the mountain wall. Lucian left the car to stand at the safety railing, gazing out to sea. A mini mall sat across the road with the majority of its storefronts empty

 “Sweetheart, you got to see this. Only on the West Coast can you feast your eyes on this type of savage beauty.”

A feeling of trepidation suddenly grabbed her, stalling her exit from the convertible. Why should she be afraid of Lucian, especially when he was so sweet to her? His masculine silhouette highlighted by the morning sun emphasized his wide shoulders and powerful physique, not exactly typical for an attorney. Her husband trained for the triathlons that were so popular in their area with the same passion he displayed in court. She noticed his gloved hand clutching the railing. Was he afraid of being up so high? If so, he’d never mention it.

Forcing her feet forward, she preferred not to be so close to the edge. Did Lucian know she had a fear of heights? Ironic when her family’s money came from flying. Did she ever mention it? Maybe, it was hard to remember. Theirs was a short courtship brought about by the betrayal of her former boyfriend, James. Jumping in bed with Lucian, when he told her about James’ cheating ways, hadn’t been her intention, but still it happened. Hard to believe she was ever that girl. Once she joined his church and started participating in the Ladies’ Bible study, he found her acceptable as wife material. His exact words involved something about acknowledging his spiritual headship. She didn’t question the meaning, only nodded, overwhelmed to have the love of the handsome up and coming lawyer.

Finally, at the railing beside her husband, she wrapped her fingers around the cold metal for assurance and support. The sun glistened on the waves, making them iridescent, changing color with each ripple. It was beautiful. She smiled up at her husband, wanting to share the moment, only to see herself reflected back in his sunglasses. Was he as happy as she was? His unsmiling lips didn’t indicate any joy. Still, how could he not be when everything was so perfect?

“Honey, are you happy right now?”

He wrapped one arm around her and squeezed her shoulders, turning her into his embrace, forcing her to let go of the rail. “I’m going to be much happier in a few seconds.” He grinned, allowing his face to come closer to hers.

Their differing heights sometimes made a simple kiss a challenge. Pressing up on her toes, she did her best to meet him halfway. Her eyelids fluttered shut, as his face loomed large in front of hers, making a kiss so much more romantic.

No lips landed on hers. Instead, Lucian scooped her up in his arms, cradling her high against his chest. Her eyes opened at his unexpected action. While romantic, it made no sense. There was no grassy picnic area to carry her to, just rugged, rocky outcroppings with gravel dusting the ground. “What are you doing?”

She hadn’t meant to ask, but the words popped out. One of the primary rules for being a good wife was to never question your husband. She couldn’t see his eyes, but his biceps bunched as he lifted her higher. “Getting rid of a boring mouse of a wife.”

Her mind took a painstakingly long time to work through the words. They were so wrong. What could it possibly mean? What this some type of role-play game? He had wanted her to dress up like a schoolgirl while he pretended to be the teacher, but she’d hesitated, wondering if it was a church-approved activity. Her realization that he meant what he said came too late as she plunged downward to the angry waves.

Her hands reached for the twisted shrubs growing out of the rocky cliff. The first one grazed her hand with its sharp needles. The second one jutted out more. Closer, she could get this one. For a brief heartbeat, there was a break in her fall as something caught on the tree, then broke. The sun glinted on something metallic as her body wind-milled through the air rather like a rag doll.

More about the book.

It's book two in The Painted Lady Inn Mysteries series.

Donna's brother, Daniel, has talked her into running a class reunion special for her own high school reunion. Little did she know everyone she hadn't wanted to see will book her inn. 
 
From her unwanted admirer who rhymed hot mama with Donna causing it to be her default name the rest of high school. Unfortunately, everyone snickered when they said it.

Then there was her assigned locker partner, Terri, who not only stole her homework, but thought it'd be funny to tell everyone she had a STD.

Ah, high school, what a nightmare. If that wasn't enough, Wyn, the one male she'd crushed on hard in her junior year has booked a room too. well, make that him and his wife.