Rebecca Bernadette Mance
Rebecca Bernadette Mance lives and works in the Bay Area and when she can she visits her family (Husband Joe, son Joseph and two collies Mr. Oliver and Magic Merlin) on their beautiful farm in Paris, Kentucky (horse country) called Finnegan's Run.
"As an Indie writer I find that it is a jungle out there sometimes, you are going to take it in the gut because you do everything yourself without backing....When book strikes a controversial chord, it invites trouble, but it also makes for an excellent book. I have learned that to be a good story teller, you have to break rules, you aren't perfect, you don't have professional editors unless you can afford them....but you pour your heart into the book and in the end, it is what drives you to write. Being an Indie writer has been an amazing experience...it means you take the hits, but you write exactly what you want to write, with all of its flaws and beauty...and I think that is what writing is about..the story, the characters...being submerged in a moment and truly feeling that moment. The best thing is you don't write what an editor thinks is the "trend". My books often have an edge that would never be published traditionally....and I have a unique writing style that would never get past an editor (I often ignore rules in writing because it is fun and I like advancing words differently)...I feel deeply every book I write...from The Letter, The Chosen One, Iron Horse King, Once Upon A Misty Bluegrasss Hill, Silent Magic Music and The Wine Prince: Vine of Obsession (Light erotica) my latest book, I am so excited to have it out. Thank you to all my fans, friends, family and supporters. I can't believe how popular my books are in the UK...thank you so much from across the ocean...I am humbled. This year I acquired fans in Saudi Arabia, France and even Romania...thank you...This has been really an amazing year. Follow my blog at RebeccaMance.com"
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The Wine Prince: Vine of Obsession
He laughed softly. His voice was pure black velvet touched with French. “I see. Touché. I should expect as much from a Worthington.” He leaned down and she was trapped in his blue heat. “But if you knew me Miss Worthington, you would know that when I want something, I never give up, and in the end, I always get what I want.
Vous présentez un défi.” (Erotic contemporary romance)
Silent Magic Music
He purchased the theater to find her. The gifted magic one. The one he must destroy. Dernier Sorcièr. He finally had her. But the magic of her music captured him. Now he knew why she was so dangerous....to look upon her was to see forever...eternal life. It made him wonder...why must he destroy her with Charlemagne's sword? Could someone so fragile be dangerous?
Once Upon A Misty Bluegrass Hill
Tears from heaven. Jolene, a little girl with copper curls and freckles, lived on a horse farm in Kentucky. She lost her parents in a terrible storm. Only a single colt survived. She grew up in poverty with her cruel aunt. Meanwhile, an Irish royal came bought the family farm and the colt. Jolene was determined to get back the farm at any cost and ride her colt, Storm, in the Kentucky Derby.
Iron Horse King
He will do anything to accomplish the impossible and become a very wealthy man and The Iron Horse King...but if he fails, he will lose everything. He has no time for Mary Rose...who will do anything to get on his train and ride out to the railhead. This fun, epic journey of love and adventure is a romantic interpretation based on Charles Crocker and his building of the transcontinental railroad.
The Chosen One
Vassar's intense eyes captured and held her even while he waved his hand gesturing the others leave the room. All exited quickly and quietly except three body guards who stepped back into the far corners of the room. "Sarah, surely you must presume why you are truly here,"
"And it is not to dance," he added, his voice dropping husky.
NaNoWriMo 2011 book. Last updated
"Has it occurred to you, Victoria, that I might want something from you?" he asked his voice velvety and his eyes crashed hot back into hers.
The wind left Victoria's lungs. Had she heard him correctly?
"From me? What could I possibly have that you would want?" She stopped when his eyes burned her with their heat. Her lips parted and the question fell from her lips in a quivering whisper.
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