Tuesday, April 23, 2019 | By: The Write Way Cafe

Tuesday Special: The Reluctant Heir


by Jean Jacobsen
Opportunity. Betrayal. Love. 

New York, 1830

     After tragedy strikes his family, Liam Granger, once simply considered the spare heir, is given a choice—marry a proper society chit, or travel to America and oversee the family’s holdings. Seeking adventure and opportunity, he chooses to return to the land of his birth. Shortly after arriving, he discovers a devious scheme and is forced to flee Boston for New York. Injured and seeking asylum, Liam meets Erin, the only woman who has ever stirred both his intellect and his passions.
     A bloodied, bruised, and hunted man was the last thing hardworking inn keeper Erin Baldwin expected to find in her courtyard. Although circumstances urged her to send Liam packing, the way her beloved dog Jack took to him convinced her to give his sanctuary. She discovers a kindred soul and is soon fighting a powerful attraction to this impossibly handsome man. As she grows closer she wonders, what are his true intentions?
     The discovery of a secret document brings Liam and Erin closer and enables them to embark on the adventure of a lifetime. Will they be partners until they reap their rewards, or is their partnership meant to last a lifetime?

The Reluctant Heir is an American historical romance set in New York’s Hudson River Valley in the 1830’s. If you like strong female characters, roguish heroes, and 19th Century adventure tales, you’ll love Jean Jacobsen’s latest novel.


Jean writes Sweet American historical romance featuring strong heroines, roguish heroes and 19th century adventure tales. She is a lover of exquisite chocolate, bold coffee, fragrant flowers and amazing food. When she is not writing or cooking, you’ll find her enjoying movies, popcorn and her grandchildren.

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Monday, April 22, 2019 | By: The Write Way Cafe

Monday Morsels: The Montana Cowboy's Triplets

...a taste of romance

Cowboys to Grooms Series, Book 3
by Allison B. Collins

Hunter Sullivan inhaled air so crisp and cold he could swear icicles were forming inside his nose. He raised the collar of his jacket, wished now he’d worn a heavier coat. Might have been late March, but around here, folks still considered it winter. Clouds hung low over the snow-covered Montana mountains, and a layer of frost covered the valley floor like an ice-skating rink.

Reining Becket to a stop on top of the small plateau, he looked out over the valley he loved. He and his older brothers had grown up here, running roughshod and free, and he couldn’t imagine living anywhere else. Forget cities, big or small. This was where he belonged, living and working on the family guest ranch. The buildings and cabins spread throughout the valley, surrounded by mountains and towering trees. Some days the lake was so still it mirrored the surrounding landscape and sky.

Heaven on earth.

Well, heaven until a few days ago, when a caravan of trucks and trailers and Tinseltown trespassers invaded their ranch.

Becket snorted and stamped his hooves, ready to gallop across frozen fields. “Okay, bud, I know you want to run.” Hunter patted Becket’s neck.

His horse whinnied, and Hunter glanced over his shoulder just as two of his brothers joined him on the rise.

Hunter shot a look at Wyatt. “Why aren’t you at home with your bride?”

“Frankie’s on a video call with her dad’s office. You shoulda seen her—face made up, wearing a silk blouse on top, Scooby Doo pajama bottoms and SpongeBob slippers.”

“Dude, SpongeBob? Were they a wedding gift from you?” Luke teased.

“Johnny picked them out for her. When you take a four-year-old shopping, you get the cool clothes.” Wyatt gave a sheepish grin, but parental pride colored the words.

“You’re technically still honeymooners, right? You should go home and coax her out of the pjs.” Hunter jerked his thumb back toward the family cabins.

“I would, but I gotta head out to the south fence and fix the gate.”

“Dad was right to make you foreman.” Luke rested his hands on the pommel and rocked back.

Wyatt did a double take. “Where’d that come from?”

“Just sayin’. You slid right in when Shorty retired, and you’ve kept things running great.” Luke stretched his arm out and gave Wyatt a fist bump.

“Thanks,” Wyatt said, a note of surprise in his voice. He’d had a lot of rough years, and rarely heard praise from anyone.

“Where you headed to?” Hunter glanced at Luke.

“I wanted a few minutes of quiet before I start making rounds. Wellness checks for the animals the movie crew brought in.”

“They got you doing double duty with their livestock? Hope we’re charging `em for your vet services,” Wyatt said.

“Part of the contract, and yeah, we’re charging—” Movement to the left caught Hunter’s eye, and he saw a black horse racing at a full gallop across the frosty valley.

But the horse wasn’t on its own.

There was a woman in the saddle.

He squinted. The woman’s body was tilting to the side. It looked like she was hanging on tight. At that speed, if she fell off or got thrown, she’d be seriously hurt. Maybe even killed.

"Hey. You see that?” Luke leaned forward.

“I got this.” Hunter squeezed his knees against Becket’s sides. “Hiyah.” Becket leaped forward and stretched his neck, galloping toward the woman.

Hunter gripped the reins so tight his fingers went numb. Memories of the last runaway horse flashed through his head like a rapid-fire slideshow. His vision wavered, then tunneled, and his pulse kept time with the pounding of Becket’s hooves.

He drew closer, and Hunter saw long red curls streaming behind the woman like dragon fire. Carley? A celebrity, Carley Williams was the lead actress filming the modern-day Western on the ranch, and in the short time he’d spent flirting with her, he’d gotten the feeling she wasn’t much of a horsewoman.

“Hang on! I’m coming.”

“Back off. I don’t need anyone.” Carley pulled herself back up into the saddle.

Becket eased up next to them and kept pace with the other horse, and Hunter reached for the reins.

She knocked his hand away.

He reached out and latched on to the reins again, and it became a tug of war. What was with her? “Whoa, there, whoa. Easy.” Both horses slowed to a canter, then a complete stop, and he could finally breathe again. “You okay? What spooked your horse?”

The woman punched his arm. “You blooming idiot! Why’d ye stop me? You could have died, and taken me to hell with ye!”

This wasn’t the woman he’d been flirting with since the movie people arrived. She had the same hair as Carley and kinda looked like her. But the accent…and that punch… He rubbed his arm. She definitely had some muscles. “Your horse was out of control. Are you okay?”

“We weren’t out of control, you bampot.”

He didn’t know what bampot meant, but he figured it wasn’t studly hero. “Your horse was galloping at breakneck speed, and you were damn near close to breaking your own neck.”

“I’m rehearsing. I know what I’m doing.” Red spots of color made her cheeks glow, and her eyes flashed emerald fire.


She huffed, and whipped her cowboy hat off to shove her hair out of her eyes. “I’m a stunt double.”

He tipped his head as her words sank in. “You’re what?”

“A stuntwoman.”

“So your horse wasn’t out of control?”

“Are ye daft? I already said no. Rory and I have made several movies together—we know what we’re doing. We’re a team.” She scrubbed a hand over the horse’s neck, and it seemed to preen with her attention.

“Sorry.” He took his hat off, then reset it on his head. How was he to have known who she was? “But racing your horse like that is dangerous. You don’t know this terrain, which puts you both at risk. I’ve seen what happens when a horse is out of control—you can’t blame me for worrying you were in trouble.”


by Allison B. CollinsTriple threat

Stuntwoman Mackenzie Campbell is at the Sullivan Guest Ranch to film a movie, not swoon over smooth-talking rancher Hunter Sullivan. The rugged cowboy is everything her mother warned her about in a man. But when a mix-up leaves Mackenzie without a room, she finds herself bunking with Hunter and his rambunctious six-year-old triplet sons.

Devoted single father is not a side of Hunter that Mackenzie expected—it’s completely at odds with his flirty, charming personality. Mackenzie has fallen for Hunter and his boys, but that doesn’t change the fact that once filming is over, she’s moving on to wherever her next job takes her. Although her heart may not be coming with her...


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Friday, April 19, 2019 | By: The Write Way Cafe
Limitations live only in our minds. But if we use our imaginations, our possibilities become limitless. 
– Jamie Paolinetti
Thursday, April 18, 2019 | By: The Write Way Cafe

The Fencers: A True Cold War Escape Story

The Write Way Café welcomes Geza Tatrallyay, who lived the story of The Fencers and escaped danger many times over.

Tell us a little about The Fencers.
     The Fencers is a memoir, the true story of a Romanian-Hungarian fencer friend, Paul Szabó, whom I got to know on the international circuit when I fenced for Canada, and whom I helped defect at the Montreal 1976 Olympics where we represented our respective countries. Paul is now a respected psychologist in Toronto. His is a wonderful tale of courage, friendship, intrigue, love, happiness, success and tragedy.

If The Fencers was made into a movie, who would play your main characters, and why?
     Maybe Nicholas Hoult as Paul – he looks a bit like him and has had a series of interesting roles, including in the historical and biographical film, The Current War, as Nikola Tesla.
     And perhaps Jack O’ Connell as me – he has played an Olympic runner and is a very versatile actor.

How is this book related to your Cold War Escape stories?
     It is the third in a trilogy of memoirs, all about escapes or defections in which I was involved during the Cold War. The first one, For the Children, was my own family’s escape from Communist Hungary during the 1956 Revolution when I was seven. We were caught twice, and the third time we got lucky, fleeing across the border to Austria, from where we eventually ended up in Canada. It is harrowing tale in which my parents, especially my mother, were the heroes. They were willing to risk everything to give us their three children at the time a better life in a free country – hence the title.
     The second book in the trilogy, The Expo Affair, is the story of three Czechoslovak girls who approached me to help them defect to Canada when I was working in the Ontario Pavilion at EXPO’70 in 1970 in Osaka, Japan. The book takes place in then very exotic Japan at the height of the Cold War and I try to capture all of that in my writing. This also is a wonderful tale of courage, intrigue, friendship and romance in an era of drugs, free love, youth rebellion, yet very tense East-West relations.

Who is your intended audience and why should they read your book?
     Really anybody. YA and older. Particularly people interested in real life, human stories. The changing but still on-going East-West conflict. Japan. Fencing. The Olympics. Sports. Immigrant success stories. The story is relevant and I hope of interest for everybody

How did you become involved with the subject or theme of The Fencers?
     I lived the story. It is my story and that of my friend Paul, whom I got to know fencing on the international circuit and then better at the Olympics, during the defection and then afterward in Canada. The subject of East-West conflict infuses much of my writing especially these memoirs and the ‘Twisted’ trilogy of international crime thrillers.

Who is your favorite character from your book and why?
     Paul. He is an amazing person, I admire very much. At twenty-one, to decide not to go back to a country where your people are oppressed, as an only child, to possibly never see your parents again, to face all the uncertainty of starting a new life with nothing other than just a friend, and to risk failure and the prospect of being court-martialed for desertion and the consequences – which could have been execution – required amazing courage. I try to capture this – and the difficulty of making this decision – in the book.

How about your least favorite character? What makes them less appealing to you?
     Several that make a cameo appearance. Like the Russian pentathlete, Onischenko, because he is a cheater, or the Romanian fencer, Iorgu, who may have been working for the Securitate, the Romanian equivalent of the KGB.

Tell us a little bit about your cover art. Who designed it? Why did you go with that particular image/artwork?
     It was Ian Shaw, my publisher at Deux Voiliers Publishing, also an excellent author, who came up with the idea. Actually, when he designed my author website, he found online the photo of me fencing and it was his idea to use the same picture on the cover. I think it works incredibly well.

Give us an interesting fun fact or a few about your book or series.
     The Canadian Olympic Committee is helping to promote the book in Canada and because the memoir includes much about my fencing career at Harvard where I honed my skills, the Harvard Varsity Club and the Friends of Harvard Fencing are helping promote it too. So I am very pleased. I really had a lot of fun fencing in college and some of my best friends are still from those days. Some of the funniest bits in the book are in these Harvard episodes.

If you had to choose, which writer would you consider a mentor?
     Graham Greene. He inspired me a lot, especially in my thrillers. The first book in my ‘Twisted’ trilogy of international crime thrillers, Twisted Reasons, is a bit of a takeoff on his terrific novel, The Third Man, which was made into my very favorite movie. I love the way in which he weaves the atmosphere of post-War Vienna into the story – the darkness, the devastation, yet the hope, and all the local color. And the characters he creates are memorable. Harry Lime and Holly Martins. Those are the things is I try to do in my writing as well.

Do you have any unique talents or hobbies?
     I don’t know if I have a talent, but I love to write. To create or capture worlds with words. And I love to experiment with different genres – thrillers, poetry, memoirs, children’s pictures story books and now I am working on a collection of short stories. Other passions are hiking, exercise, reading, listening to music, food, wine and of course family.

Do you have any tips for readers or advice for other writers trying to get published?
     Reading is a very personal thing. For example, the books I like my wife does not necessarily take to and vice versa. As a writer, I work in different genres, so I hope I offer something to a wide range of readers – I hope your audience will try at lest one of them!
     For writers trying to get published, just keep at it, don’t give up. And more specifically, polish your work, maybe have it externally edited. I just read an amazing story, The Philosopher’s Last Rhapsody, but it was full of grammatical errors a good editor would have picked up. It’s too bad, because the author obviously had done a lot of research, knew his material and put it all together exceedingly well, yet his writing was sloppy. So a five star book became a three and some people will not bother to finish it.

What can readers who enjoy your book do to help make it successful?
     I would love it if my readers wrote a review and posted it on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Goodreads, etc. Authors live by reviews, especially these days when it is so hard to get discovered. Also, please talk it up – tell your friends, introduce the book to your book clubs, have your library order it so others can read it. I would be extremely grateful for any of these actions by my readers.

What can we expect from you in the future?
     During the last twelve months, I had six books published, so one every two months. It just happened that it all came together and manuscripts I had put out to different publishers were accepted and released.
     Now I have several projects on the go. As I mentioned, I am working on an anthology of short stories and this is fairly advanced. But already up for publication is a reworked, updated second edition of Arctic Meltdown, my very first thriller that I self-published in 2011, which will now be brought out by Black Opal Books, probably toward the end off this year or early next. I have already started to conceptualize a sequel to this compelling international / environmental thriller. A little more advanced is a book I feel must be written – although I am not sure I am the right person to do it – which is a non-fiction, more scholarly work on the Hungarian émigré conductors who came to this country and built these fabulous world-class orchestras in the USA. I am also writing poetry that will eventually go into a fourth collection – probably a sequel of sorts to Extinction, the poetry collection released in April, so Extinction II.
     Lots on the go. But it is all fun for me. And I hope my readers, too, explore the different genres I write in. Happy reading!

The Fencers: A Cold War Escape Memoir

by Geza Tetrallyay
The Fencers is the third volume in a trilogy of autobiographical Cold War Escape stories. It is both an immigrant's narrative of seeking a better life and a brighter future and a sports memoir focusing on two Olympic fencers, one representing Canada, the other Romania. Most of all, it is the account of the author’s friendship with Paul Szabó, a Romanian-Hungarian epée fencer, Szabó’s love for a young woman he married and her tragic death. In Romania, the country Paul represented in the 1976 Olympics, Nicolae Ceaușescu was then President. Mismanagement, rampant corruption, mass surveillance, brutality and human rights abuses were rampant. Ceaușescu’s Stalinist secret police, the Securitate, was particularly notorious for purges, oppression and restrictions of freedom of the almost two million Hungarians, like Szabó, who had lived in Romania for centuries. And it was in this context that Paul, only twenty-one at the time takes the difficult decision to stay in Canada, with the prospect of never seeing his parents and homeland again. He approaches his friend, Tatrallyay, who against all odds helps him defect to Canada and start a new life in his chosen country. The Fencers is an exciting true story of courage, friendship, love, happiness, success and tragedy.

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About Geza Tetrallyay:
     Born in Budapest, Hungary, Geza escaped with his family in 1956 during the Hungarian Revolution, immigrating to Canada the same year. He grew up in Toronto, attending the University of Toronto Schools, where he was School Captain. He graduated from Harvard University with a BA in Human Ecology in 1972 (after taking a break in his studies to work as a host in the Ontario Pavilion at Expo70 in Osaka, Japan). Geza was selected as a Rhodes Scholar from Ontario, attending Oxford University and graduating with a BA/MA in Human Sciences in 1974; he completed his studies with a MSc in Economics from London School of Economics and Politics in 1975. Geza represented Canada as an epée fencer in the 1976 Olympic Games in Montreal.
     Geza’s professional experience has included stints in government, international organizations, finance and environmental entrepreneurship. Since 2004, he has been semi-retired, managing a few investments mainly in the clean energy sector and devoting himself to his family and his writing. Geza is a citizen of Canada and Hungary, a green card holder with an American wife, a daughter living in San Francisco and a son in Nairobi, and currently divides his time between Barnard, Vermont and San Francisco.
     Geza’s poetry and articles have been published in many journals in Canada and the US, and he has had nine books published (eight in the last five years), including four thrillers, two memoirs, two collections of poetry and a children’s picture storybook. He has several books as well in the pipeline or as work in progress.
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Tuesday, April 16, 2019 | By: The Write Way Cafe

Tuesday Special: Murder in the One Percent

Saralyn Richard

Someone comes to the party with murder in his heart and poison in his pocket.

by Saralyn Richard
When old friends gather for a weekend retreat at a country mansion, no one anticipates how their lives will be changed—or that one of them will turn up dead. Remote and serene, the Campbells’ horse farm is the perfect setting for a lavish party. The guests, members of the country’s elite wealthiest one percent, indulge in gourmet food, fine wines, Cuban cigars—but greed, lust, and jealousy insinuate themselves into the party.

Playboy and ex-Secretary of the Treasury, Preston Phillips, brings his new trophy wife to the party, unaware that his first love, the woman he jilted at the altar years ago, will be there, enchanting him once more with her timeless beauty. A snowstorm, an accident, and an illicit rendezvous later, the dynamics crackle with tension.

When Detective Oliver Parrott is charged with solving the untimely killing of one of America’s leading financial wizards, he realizes this will be the case to make—or break—his career.

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About Saralyn: 
Award-winning mystery and children’s book author, Saralyn Richard, is a writer, who teaches on the side. Her children’s picture book, Naughty Nana, has reached thousands of children worldwide. Murder in the One Percent, semi-finalist in the Chanticleer CLUE awards for best suspense/thriller, pulls back the curtain on the privileged and powerful rich. Set on a gentleman’s farm in Pennsylvania and in the tony areas of New York, the book shows what happens when someone comes to a party with murder in his heart and poison in his pocket. Look for the sequel, A Palette for Love and Murder, at the end of this year. Saralyn has published stories, articles, and poems in a variety of collections and magazines, and she edited the anthology, Burn Survivors’ Journey. A member of International Thriller Writers and Mystery Writers of America, Saralyn teaches creative writing and a literature class. Her website is www.saralynrichard.com.
Monday, April 15, 2019 | By: The Write Way Cafe

Monday Morsels: A Way Back

...a taste of romance


by Augustina Van Hoven

     “If she needed to get a hold of me she was supposed to take out an ad in the paper.  The Idaho Statesman was publishing back then and I could look it up in their archives.”
     “And have you looked?”
     The man slammed down his glass and some of the whisky sloshed over the side.  “Well of course I’ve looked.  Do you think I’m an idiot?”
     Jack shot him a glance that told him exactly that.
     “I’ve checked every paper from 1870 to 1880 for a message.  There is nothing in there.”  He rubbed his eyes again.
     “Well, assuming that she is stuck in the past and has tried to contact you than Occam’s razor would dictate that simplest solution is she either arrived before 1870 after 1880 and that is why you haven’t found anything in the papers.  Tomorrow morning we are going to check the years from when the paper was founded until 1870 and if we still can’t find a message from her then we’ll start looking after 1880.”  He stopped in the middle of the floor and looked at the old man.  For the first time since he had arrived, Edmund had a sparkle in his eye.  The look of hope on his face made Jack’s stomach clench.  The flip side of Occam’s razor was the most likely explanation for the lack of communication or the fact that Sarah hadn’t returned was that she was dead.
     Edmund got out of his chair.  “I’ll put a note on the door that I won’t open the store tomorrow until 1:00.  That will give us all morning in the archives.”  He smiled.  “Thank you, Jack.  I have been so frightened that I had lost her.  I think with your help we’ll find her.”  He nodded his head and put his hands in his pockets.  “Yes, we will find her.”  He looked up.  “Are you thirsty?  Would you like a beer, or soda, or some whisky?
     “I’ll take a beer, thanks.”  He sat down on the couch while Edmund went to the fridge.  Something still didn’t feel right about all this.  He snorted.  The whole thing was insane and he was upset about the details?  That was like having a roaring lion in your living room and being worried about it shedding on the carpet. 
     Edmund came back in and handed him a cold bottle.  “The archive section of the paper opens at 9:00.  We can meet somewhere for breakfast and get there when it opens.”
     “Sure, that sounds fine.”  He twisted the top off and took a pull.  The cold liquid felt good going down his throat.  “Edmund, I’d like to see the notes your thief sent you on time travel.  If your guesses, based on the coins and the other factors is correct then she should have arrived during that ten year time span.  If she didn’t there has to be a reason for the variance.  I’m hoping something in the notes will give us a clue.  Also I want to know everything she took with her down to the smallest detail.  If something went wrong we need to find out what and why.”  He took another pull from the bottle.  “The slightest thing could make a difference.”
      “I’ll go get them.  I kept them locked in my safe.  You can take them with you and study them tonight.  Hopefully, you’ll have figured out something by morning.  I’ve looked at them so many times I can’t see straight anymore.  I know I’m overlooking something.”  He left the room.
     Jack kept sipping the beer.  She wanted to buy us a house, of all the stupid things to do for money.  They could make it work even if they lived in a travel trailer.  As long as they were together things would work out.  He had to get off the road and work in the corporate office.  Separation hadn’t done their relationship any good and if he got her back he’d never let her out of his sight again.


     They’d spent hours going through the documents.  Some copies of the paper were in digital format and some on microfiche, all of them were in very small print.  Luckily Edmund had the forethought to bring a pair of magnifying glasses.  He was sure he’d have gone blind without them. 
     He nearly missed it.  After over two hours of viewing, he nearly glanced right over the top of it, a small ad in the private message section.
     Happy New Year, Uncle Edmund.  1866 promises to be a special year.  I had a little difficulty but hope to head home as soon as I have enough money for the journey.  I’m not sure when I’m coming home. I miss you.  Love TSA
     They’d found her.  He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.  She was so far away but at least she was alive. 
     “Edmund, how much money was she carrying?”
     The old man wiped his glasses on his shirt.  “Two hundred and fifty dollars, a mix of twenty dollar gold pieces, silver dollars and smaller coins.  Why?’
     “She says here that she’s coming home as soon as she can earn enough for the journey.  Do you think she was robbed?”  He frowned.  Was she hurt?
     Edmund smacked his forehead.  “It’s the date on the coins.  We thought she’d end up somewhere between 1870 and 1880.  Most of the coins she’s carrying are dated after 1865.  She has plenty of money to buy a horse or pay someone to take her from Boise to the anomaly, she just can’t use it.”
     He nodded his head.  “Well, now comes the hard part.  We have to figure out why she’s gone back to that year.”  He wasn’t going to let her stay there until she’d earned enough to make the trip home.  Too many bad things could happen to a woman in that time. He had to be able to duplicate the exact thing that had sent her to 1866 because he was going back there to get her and bring her home.


by Augustina Van Hoven

When Sarah Anderson found out that time travel was possible, she put together a plan to go back in time.  With the help of her uncle Edmund and his knowledge of antiques, she makes the trip only to end up stuck in the wrong year.

When Edmund confesses that Sarah is lost in the past, Jack Sinclair plans to go back and rescue her.  Unfortunately, even the best laid plans have problems and his plan is far from perfect.  

Will he be able to figure out what went wrong and how to find her or will she be lost forever in the past?

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