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5/8/2020

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Deadly Double-Cross
by Sherry Roseberry
Genre: Romantic Suspense 

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Crystal James operates Gemstone, a skiing resort her father owns, settled at the base of the Grand Tetons. She can survive in the wilds of the jagged range even if they are covered in snow. Lukas Guarrad, a Los Angeles detective, knows his way around the big city but is at a loss in the mountains. Especially when he’s afraid of heights. He’s trailing a cat burglar named Panther, who uses Gemstone to fence his stolen goods, because the thief murdered Luke’s partner.

Crystal witnesses a homicide meant to look like a heart attack. Later she inadvertently hears a death warrant taken out on her life. All other avenues blocked, she strikes out for the Tetons and stumbles across Luke who has sprained his ankle. Is he the assassin? If not, his life is in danger as well. Plus in his condition he’s no match for the elements. She is forced to haul him along.

There is a growing attraction between them. But can she trust him? Luke tries to protect Crystal from Panther, but in the end will she be able to overcome her paralyzing fear of guns to pick one up and save them both?



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​Prologue
 
Los Angeles
December
 
Who would have thought Lucas Guarrad, of all people, would be looking forward to a toddler's birthday party? Not anyone down at LAPD headquarters, that's for sure.
With a blue tank engine secured under one arm, a yellow stuffed bear pressed against his chest, and a grin edging his mouth, Luke stepped from his black sixty seven Thunderbird onto the curbed lawn. He would have spent more on little Nicky, but he'd been asked correction … ordered, to keep the cost in a reasonable range.
Well, so much for seats on the fifty yard line at the Super Bowl.
Luke glanced up and, through the picture window of his partner's enormous fixer-upper, he spied the birthday boy as the two-year-old popped above the high backed couch. It took only a moment before Nicky spotted him. A luminous smile spread across the child's cherubic face.
The excited toddler made a trampoline of the cushions and waved his chubby arms. Luke could almost hear the tyke give his usual greeting, "Unka Ouke. Unka Ouke!" Then the little guy jumped down from the sofa.
Chuckling, Luke's grin widened. It felt good to be wanted. Real good. He loved the boy and his five year old sister, Rachael, as if they were his own. They made him, a professed bachelor, think about the possibility that a cop could have it all … career, spouse, and children.
A real family life.
Somehow, against all odds, his partner, Detective Nicholas McCammon, made it work. A feat Luke swore a policeman could never do.
The outside light flicked on, and Nick stepped onto the porch. He smiled. "You're late."
"Only by thirty seven minutes and…." Pushing the car door shut with the heel of his Wellington boot, he made a great production of raising his arm to look at his watch. "Fifteen seconds. I couldn't decide on the tank engine, or … the stuffed toy." He nodded to each in turn.
"So, you got both.”
Luke shrugged. "What can I say?"
McCammon shook his head. "Party's out in the gazebo. Justine's setting it…."
Glancing at his feet, he paused and picked up what appeared to be a small piece of paper. Brow puckered, he held it up to the light. All at once he staggered back a step and jerked his attention to the opened garage. A wrapped, glossy blue present sat on his gas heater. A visible shudder passed through his now rigid body.
Just as he turned his horror stricken expression to Luke, an abrupt explosion reverberated through the air. The blast torpedoed Nick off the stoop as if his body were made of so many goose feathers.
Stunned, Luke froze in place. His heart stopped. His mind blanked out, and his blood turned to ice.
In shocked disbelief, he took a stumbling gait forward, a cry escaping his constricted throat. The bomb ignited the living room curtains, growing, consuming.
Justine. Rachael. Little Nicholas.
Did they make it to the gazebo? Or were they still inside?
With a guttural scream, Luke dropped the presents and bolted toward the house. He refused to admit it was already too late.
The gas pipes detonated. In the next instant, subsequent explosions worked their way through the home. Like deadly dominoes, a wave of air pressure crumpled the ranch style structure as if it were fashioned from graham crackers.
Glass splintered from window frames. Smoke billowed from the foundation. Fire spurted into the pewter sky. Blinding light chased away shadows hovering around the tops of nearby palm trees. Resembling a colony of ravenous termites, flames ate at the wood frame. The roaring noises had to be there.
But Luke couldn't hear them. Instead, a deafening quiet rang in his ears.
Jetted debris knocked him flat on his back. The impact punched the air from his lungs. Fighting for oxygen, he covered his face with his arms and rolled onto his stomach. He knew shrapnel struck him, although, like the thunderous clamor, shock sedated any pain.
Warm blood ran from his brow and trickled down the side of his nose. It dripped onto his eyelid, and he scrubbed his face against his shirt sleeve.
He scanned the yard for Nick, barely making out the man's inert form among the rubble. Digging his fingernails into the sandy earth, he dragged himself over to his friend and managed to pull himself to his knees.
"Nick? Nick, can you hear me?"
No answer.
Luke placed the pads of two fingers at the side of the man's burned neck, trying to find a heartbeat. It was faint, but there. He positioned an ear to his mouth and a hand on his chest.
Nothing.
With his pulse throbbing in his temples, he tilted Nick's chin, pinched the man's nose and, with his mouth over Nick's, administered two slow breaths. He watched his chest rise and fall. Again, he checked for any sign of breathing.
Still nothing.
"McCammon, don't cut out on me now."
Over and over Luke gently blew air into Nick's lungs, while silently vowing to never give up. He rechecked for a heartbeat and drew strength in finding a steady thump.
Yet the man would not breathe on his own.
"Come on … come on! You can't…." He choked on the words.
For the third sequence, he breathed for his friend. All of a sudden, Nick gasped. He drew in a shuddering breath … then another.
Relief washed over Luke. Salty tears stung the gashes on his face. Grasping his partner's lacerated hand, he found the paper Nick had been examining moments before the first explosion.
Luke didn't have to look at it to know what it was. Shaking, he withdrew the business card and stared transfixed at a glossy insignia.
In gradual succession, he became conscious of shouts from somewhere down the street, a siren howling in the distance, and a relay of barking dogs. Pain crawled into his being, consumed his mind. But it failed to match the burning ache in his heart. A gathering blackness tunneled his vision.
As he caught the flash of the blue engine and the yellow bear heaped by the bumper of his car, he slumped over Nick's body; the card clenched in his fist.



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Love Only Once
by Sherry Roseberry
Genre: Historical Romance 

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Does love come again?
Granger Hawks firmly believes he can love only once. Not wanting a wife, but needing a woman who could educate and be a mother figure for his daughter, he answers an ad for a mail-ordered bride, requesting someone plain and unassuming, someone he wouldn’t become emotionally involved with. Without love, emotions fade, leaving festering sores.
Tired of living off charity, Falisha Harrington travels to New Mexico in answer to Mr. Hawks’s petition. Positive he doesn’t need a wife, but a governess for his daughter, she’s determined to convince him of that fact.
The woman with large slate-blue eyes and platinum-blond hair is not what Granger had expected, and he’s dead set on sending the beautiful Miss Harrington back to St Lewis. But a deserter kidnaps Falisha for the money she’ll bring South of the border.
It’s one thing for Granger to rescue Falisha from white slavery. It’s another for him to admit he can find love more than once.



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St. Louis, April 1865
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The strong odor of liquor, charred wood, and the stench of burnt flesh curled Falisha Harrington's lip. The noxious smells crowded inside her nostrils and stuck to her throat, leaving a rancid taste. Heat diffused from the cobblestone street and brick buildings, generating a sense of suffocation. Puddles, formed during the water brigade, vaporized into an ethereal mist. The constant yapping of a dog droned in her ears, followed by a sharp command, a sudden yelp, then silence. A glowing ember stung her bare hand, and she brushed it away.
Lisha had assisted her uncle several times, but not in the capacity the doctor now expected. She reined the mare to a halt and jumped from the buggy, praying with all her heart that she would be able to handle the responsibility.
Her nerves on edge, she smoothed the coil of her braid. Serving as a substitute nurse was not the only worry that plagued her. She scanned the crowd milling about the saloon's smoking ruins, straining for a glimpse of her father. Apprehension knotted her stomach. Although it wasn't the finest bar in St. Louis, the Lucky Lady had been his favorite drinking spot. She prayed he hadn't been inside when the fire had roared to life.
Someone cried out in pain, and Lisha's attention riveted on the robust form of her uncle, kneeling over a young man writhing in agony. She gathered her skirts and hurried over, splashing muddy water onto her high-topped boots and black stockings.
''Uncle John, what happened?''
Dr. John Calder rubbed a sleeve across his sooty face, then motioned to the man at his feet. ''It seems this young fellow voiced his thoughts about President Lincoln's murder. He said the only mistake Booth made was not doing it sooner. You know what kind of fervor that would cause. You can see the results."
"Are there many injured?"
"Enough to keep us busy for a couple of hours," he said,
rising to his feet.
"Uncle John" —her voice faltered— "have you seen Papa?"
Dr. Calder rocked back on his heels, centering the bulk of his weight. Dabbing at his receding hairline, he studied his favorite niece. She was so much like her mother in appearance with her silvery-blonde hair and blue-gray eyes-yet so different when it came to inner strength. Too many times Lisha acted on impulse, while Brooke never acted at all.
"No, Lisha, as far as I can see, Edward's not here." John
Calder heard her sigh of relief and grimaced his annoyance
"There's no time to dwell on your father. I need your full attention here."
With help they managed to get the wounded inside a nearby restaurant, where they laid them on tables. At the bark of Dr. Calder's command, a boy scurried from the room and returned minutes later carrying a crate filled with first-aid supplies, including four bottles of whiskey.
The doctor sorted out a few items, placing them at each table. To the volunteers, he explained how to treat the minor wounds. That done, he motioned Lisha over to where the young man lay half-conscious.
"His thigh's cut pretty bad," her uncle said, rummaging through his black bag. "I've given him a good dose of laudanum to ease the pain. I need your help to cut away his clothes and clean the wound.''
Lisha stared at the man's blood-soaked trousers. The bright red edged into a muddy brown. Panic swelled, threatening to take over. She felt a light touch on her arm. Turning, she looked into the understanding eyes of her uncle.
"I wouldn't ask it of you," he said, his voice grave "if I didn't think you could handle it.''
His trustful gaze gave Lisha courage. She arranged atop the table scissors, needles, and horse hair needed for suturing.
With scissors in hand she began to cut away the trousers, then hesitated. She’d never seen a man’s bare leg before, even when helping her uncle with his patients. Just the sight of a man's chest took getting used to. How, in all that's decent, could she lay bare a stranger’s thigh?
A tormented groan escaped the young man's throat. Lisha knew his well-being weighed more importantly than her inbred sense of modesty. Taking a deep breath, she cut away the rest of the blood-caked fabric.
A warm tide crept up her neck and face. She lowered her head, hoping no one would notice. While her uncle applied pressure to the laceration, she prepared the needles and horse hair. Under his curt instructions, and her own misgivings, she lit a candle and held a knife to the blue flame.
Her uncle poured whiskey on the wound. The man struggled, screaming in pain, and Lisha tried to pinion his legs with her body. Uncle John picked up the white-hot knife and began to cauterize the gash. Lisha averted her head. The young man's body shuddered from the burning pain, then fell limp.
Rancid fumes clogged Lisha's throat. The scorched flesh made her ill. She fought to keep from vomiting. Again and again her uncle applied the blistering steel to the open wound until she was sure she would faint. None too soon, he laid the blade aside.
"I'm going to make a nurse of you yet, girl. In fact, I'll let you finish."
"You mean sew him up?'' Lisha squeaked out.
"You can do it. You've watched me plenty of times." With that he turned his attention to another patient.
Uneasy, she took the needle and knotted her first suture. Struggling to keep her nausea down, she stitched her second and her third. By the time she bandaged the patient's thigh, he had regained full consciousness, and she instructed some men to help get him home.
One by one the wounded received the care they needed and were then sent home. Soon, the only evidence of the night's work showed in the bloody clutter left by makeshift doctors and the nagging ache across Lisha's shoulders. She rolled her sleeves down, frowning at the striped design created by the folds of material exposed to the soot.
"Now," her uncle said, giving her an exhausted glance, "I'm going to prescribe a good night's sleep, what's left of it, for the both of us. Do you hear? I want you to follow doctor's orders.''
"I will, Uncle John, but first I have to—"
"Find your father?"
She looked away from his steady gaze.
"You know, Lisha, you can't coddle him out of his habits any more than your mother could."
"I know, but since Mama died, Papa has changed. He seems so ... lost."
Lost in his cups, John Calder wanted to say, but he couldn't upset his niece any further. He studied her smudged face, noting the pinched skin around her nostrils and the worry clouding her large eyes.
''I'm sure Edward is somewhere sleeping it off. He'll be home come morning."
"You're right, Uncle John. It's just that this time I have a feeling something is wrong."
Her uncle rubbed a veined hand across his mouth and stubbled chin. "Lisha, don't worry—"
"Uncle John, you know these premonitions come to me, and most of the time they tum out to be true. I sense that something is terribly wrong with Papa. I can feel it.''
"Lisha, if you're apprehensive, it's because of tonight's fire, and because Edward visited the Luck Lady more than any other place. Yes, you do have a form of second sight. Lord knows I can't dispute that, but I know too well that you also have a dramatic nature with a highly active imagination. Take my advice, go home and get some rest.''
Lisha knew the futility of trying to make her uncle understand her fears. Where her father was concerned, John Calder stuck to his opposing attitude, like a hatchling to its nest, feeding it with negative gossip about Edward Harrington. She knew her father and his weaknesses, but she had also felt his love and intense pride in her.
"All right, Uncle John." Lisha smiled and gave him a quick hug. "You win. I promise to be in bed as soon as I can."
"Make sure you do, young lady."
Lisha picked her way around the smoking rubble and climbed into her buggy, reassuring herself that she hadn't lied to her uncle. Not really. She did intend to get some sleep—just as soon as she made one more stop.
The clip of the mare's hooves on cobblestone echoed in the stillness. The gas street lamps lit Lisha's way. Not a person could be seen, and she guessed it was sometime after midnight. The cool night air sent a chill down her spine, and she gripped her cape tighter about her shoulders.
When she pulled alongside her lawyer's office,
Lisha reined in the mare. Gathering her soot-smudged skirts, she hurried up the steps and rapped on the door. She waited, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, and knocked again. As she had driven up, she'd seen a faint light in the back, and she hoped Weston Clayborne might be in. She prepared to knock a third time when she heard the opening of a door, hushed voices, and then footsteps.
Someone, holding a lantern, walked to the front of the office while a soft light danced in the windows. A key jangled the lock, and the door swung open. Light spilled out onto the boardwalk, casting Lisha in its glow.
"Falisha, what on earth are you doing out at this time of night and alone? And why are you covered in soot?"
Lisha gazed up at the dark shadow created by the kerosene lamp. She warmed at the concern in Weston's voice. "The Lucky Lady burned down. I've been helping Uncle John, but now I'm looking for Papa. Have you seen him?"
"Not since dinnertime. He was with his friend, Forister. I wouldn't worry. He'll be all right."
"I hope so."
"It's not proper for a young lady to be out alone this time of night. I can't understand what must be on your uncle's mind to let you go about unescorted. Give me a moment. I'm going to see you home."
"Please don't bother. The boardinghouse isn't far."
"No, I insist. I'll be just a moment." ​

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Tender Deceptions
by Sherry Roseberry
Genre: Romantic Suspense 

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For all outward purposes, Michelle Grant is a sophisticated, San Francisco, society girl. But beneath her exotic beauty lies a daring spirit that leads her into the dark, perilous streets of Chinatown. Masked as a Chinese man, but named Mei Hwa, she’s part of a secret alliance that rescues innocent young girls from the brothel cribs.

Dirk Andrews is out for revenge. His younger brother died at the hands of Celeste Grant, and he means to make her pay. He’s found that the woman has made her fortune on coolie trade, opium, and brothel slavery. Going undercover, he works his way into Celeste’s confidence.

From the first time Dirk met her, Mei Hwa intrigued him. Why her deception? Why walk the streets at night dressed as a Chinese man? And why was she so intent on rescuing girls from the brothel cribs? It was dangerous work, and not fit for a woman. As Mei Hwa and Dirk work together fighting the slave girl trade, their feelings for each other grow. And he professes his love.

One morning Michelle hears a familiar laugh. With trepidation she glances into the drawing room to find her Aunt Celeste with her arms around Dirk. How could he? How could he hold that woman? Had she surrendered her heart to a traitor?



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PROLOGUE
 
 
 
Summer 1858
Fort Dodge, Kansas
 
Mute with fear, Michelle gripped the music box to her chest. Soot smudged her arms. A lock of hair had fallen over her eye. Her transfixed gaze failed to focus on anything in the captain's quarters save the two officers' wives sorting through her few belongings. One woman reminded Michelle of her rag doll, Gretel. The other made her think of Buttercup, her grandpa's milk cow.
“Poor dear,” “Gretel” murmured, “and her being so young to lose her family.”
“It'll be her age that'll help her through this. I've seen it before.”
“How old do you think she is?”
“Not much more than three, I suspect.”
“Look at her, Constance, she just stands there, not moving, not talking.”
Daddy says I'm his brave little girl. But I'm not.
“Would you be acting normal if you were her?” “Buttercup” shook a fly off a crumpled night-gown and laid the garment beside clean underclothing. “You have to get used to things like that out here in this godless land, Amelia. If you don't, you won't last the year.”
Gretel poured hot water from a pitcher into a basin. “Is it true, Constance, did the scouting party really find her in a covered wagon, hiding under a quilt?”
No, sweetheart, mustn't move. Remember our game? You lie very still and see how long you can go without making a sound.
“Hiding and clutching that music box. Her mother probably hoped the Comanches wouldn't find her.” Buttercup gave a disgusted sigh and tossed another knife-slashed blanket onto a growing pile of mending.
“If her mother'd had her hidden well enough, the Indians wouldn't have found her, would they?”
“From the looks of this mess those savages would have stumbled across her sooner or later. At least we can be thankful the men stopped them from torching her wagon.” Buttercup threw what had once been a beautiful shawl into a trash barrel. “I can't understand some of these people coming out West in small trains. Don't they realize there's safety in numbers?”
“Hush, Constance, you'll disturb the child.”
“I'm afraid she's far from understanding anything. Heaven knows she needs that protection right now.”
Gretel set the basin on a little table. Michelle felt herself guided toward the bed. The woman gently raised her chin. “My, but isn't she an angelic little soul! Such glorious black hair. Oh, and look at those eyes. Have you ever seen such large gray eyes? Or are they green? No matter, she's going to be a real beauty whatever their color.”
Buttercup straightened her back. “Beauty or no won't stop the nightmares.”
“Does she have family? Somewhere to go?”
“Don't be getting any mothering ideas, Amelia. The captain found letters from an aunt of hers who lives in San Francisco. He'll send her out on the next wagon train coming through.”
Gretel began to unbutton the soiled dress. Michelle shied away, grasping tighter to her music box. “It's all right, sweetheart, I just want to take those dirty clothes off you and give you a bath.”
Michelle refused to move. Buttercup scooped up the pile of washing. “That music box must mean an awful lot to her.”
“I wonder why?”
If you do exactly what Mommy says, and keep still, you may keep the music box in your new room.
“Maybe it was her mother's.”
“It is exquisite. It must be an heirloom.”
“Whether it is or not, it's obviously priceless to her.” Buttercup hefted the laundry to get a better grasp and lumbered out the door.
“Honey, can we listen to your music box?” A key projected from underneath the base, and Gretel turned it. Tiny figures whirled and bobbed in time with a tinkling aria.
Michelle relaxed. The woman lifted her up, sat her at the edge of the bed, and rolled down her dirty stockings. All the while she talked in soothing tones. Michelle felt her eyelids droop. As long as she could keep a hand on her music box, she permitted herself to be undressed.
Working the washcloth in warm sudsy water, the woman bathed her, then gingerly dried her with a piece of toweling. Smiling, Gretel pulled a nightgown over her head and brushed the snarls from her hair. A softness came to Gretel's face, making the woman look more like Michelle's doll.
Gretel carefully tucked her into bed. She felt the woman's soft hand on her cheek. “I can imagine your mother's heartbreak,” she whispered. “I can understand her panic.”
The music wound down.
Darling, play the music box every time you feel lonely or afraid, and always remember that I am near.
Michelle turned the key. Again the elegant figures danced.
Slowly she relaxed her grip.
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Sherry Roseberry was born and raised in a small town in Idaho. There were two things she wanted to be when she grew up, a mother and an actress. From middle school to college her focus was drama. While in a seventh-grade class her English teacher said that if they ever wanted to write for magazines like The Readers Digest the articles had to be perfect in spelling, grammar, and punctuation. She admonished the students to take English classes seriously

Roseberry remembers thinking that advice didn't pertain to her because she wasn't going to be a writer. She was going to be an actress. Little did she know she would end up being an award-winning author.

Her drama training hasn't been wasted, though. She's been in several community productions and written, acted in, and sold four plays to Eldridge Play Company. Three are still in print. She has adapted the acting methods she's learned to accentuate her writing, and she's given numerous workshops teaching others the same techniques.

But, she still remembers her seventh grade English teacher. She wishes she'd paid more attention.



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What I’ve Learned on the Freeway of Success
...or...
How I Survived the Wild Switchbacks
Without Tearing Out All My Hair


By
Sherry Roseberry


I remember sitting one Christmas Eve day, pencil in hand, writing a blog. No kids, no blaring music, no Christmas reruns. The tranquil silence was broken only by the ticking of a clock. Outside, all was white. An occasional snow flake angles down to earth. Ah, such peaceful solace....
Why the pencil? And why the silence?
Because the blasted electricity was off, that’s why! Plus my computer had blacked out on me. So it was back to my humble beginnings. I had written my first book with pencil and paper, deliriously ignorant of all the mistakes I’d made. Since then the more knowledge I’d gained, the more I had realized that would be the last time I’d write with pure abandonment.
For my second attempt I started writing on a manual typewriter, the contrivance of choice, to pound out my stirring prose. Oh, I remember the bottles of whiteout I drained trying to fix typos, and the slightly a skewed alphabetic characters after re-adjusting the paper and retyping the letters.
Then came the electric typewriter. Wonderful gadget! And much nicer to use. Imagine, all one had to do to return the carriage was to push a button. No more of that manual stuff. However, I swear I still bought enough whiteout to gain controlling interest in the company.
Hmm, maybe it would help to know how to type. Not to mention … spell.
Next came a new invention called the personal computer. More and more of my fellow authors bought one and dove right in, composing their books on odd-named brands. I, on the other hand, waited almost three months after buying mine before gathering the courage to type on my new Kaypro instead of using it as a glorified flower stand. What if I hit the wrong key and lose something important?
But one significant factor hit home. No more cockeyed symbols or having to use whiteout!
Buckling down, I faced the screen and typed. By evening, I had written the first chapter of what was to become my second published historical, Love Only Once. When I started to shut off the computer, I lost it all. Frantic I called my salesman, and he helped me restore my document. Right off I learned not to pass out in such situations. Most of the time, all is not lost.
Now, we writers are laboring in a whole new field where it’s even easier to craft the book of our dreams using built in spell check, thesaurus, and a dictionary. And let’s not forget the Internet, be it for good or bad. But don’t overlook the fact that many of us began our careers on antiquated machines.
(Anyone can view these items at the Smithsonian Museum of American History.)
We weren’t born with a silver computer chip in our mouths as the younger generation. Even self-promotion has changed and is made easier by Cyberspace. That is, for someone who knows how to build web and blog sites.
Both projects are daunting to those of us who cut their writing teeth on typewriter keys. But to be successful, do it we must. Then there’s e-mail lists and electronic newsletters. Phew! When would a person find time to write?
But, in the end it all boils down to one extremely important question. Does anyone want to buy a case of whiteout ... cheap?



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141 Comments
James Robert
5/8/2020 05:50:22 am

Another great book to discover. Thanks so much for sharing this with us.

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Sherry Roseberry
5/8/2020 12:33:22 pm

Thanks, James. Mary Anne Cherry, an artist in our writer's group, The Blue Sage Writers, did all my covers.

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Beyond Comps
5/8/2020 06:37:50 am

Nice cover!

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Wendy Jensen
5/8/2020 08:34:25 am

Wonderful book cover.

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Sherry Roseberry
5/8/2020 12:35:12 pm

Thank you. Mary Anne Cherry did all my covers.

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Shirley Ann Speakman
5/8/2020 09:07:59 am

I enjoyed the excerpts the books sound really good and the covers are well done best wishes with your tour Sherry.

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Sherry Roseberry
5/8/2020 12:38:31 pm

Thank you so much, Shirley. I'm glad you did. Mary Anne Cherry, an artist in our writer's group, The Blue Sage Writers, did all my covers. She's an awesome writer and also on the tour.

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Rita Wray
5/8/2020 09:10:57 am

The books sound great.

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Sherry Roseberry
5/8/2020 12:39:43 pm

Thanks, Rita.

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Victoria Alexander
5/8/2020 09:37:08 am

Great post!

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Sherry Roseberry
5/8/2020 12:40:41 pm

Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

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Calvin
5/8/2020 01:25:26 pm

Sounds exciting. Cheers on your tour Sherry!

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Sherry Roseberry
5/8/2020 03:56:53 pm

Thank you!

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wendy hutton
5/8/2020 01:43:09 pm

thanks this book sounds amazing

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Sherry Roseberry
5/8/2020 03:57:55 pm

Thank you, Wendy, I'm glad you think so.

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Kelly D
5/8/2020 04:12:46 pm

I like the covers. They make me want to know more about the characters.

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Sherry Roseberry
5/8/2020 08:20:06 pm

Thank you, Kelly! Mary Ann Cherry, an artist in our writing group did them.

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Sherry
5/8/2020 05:05:03 pm

The books sound very interesting.

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Sherry Roseberry
5/8/2020 08:21:20 pm

Thank you. Hey, I like your name. :)

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Mary Cloud
5/8/2020 07:52:13 pm

No questions - the cover is interesting.

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Sherry Roseberry
5/8/2020 08:21:52 pm

Thanks, Mary.

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Debbie P
5/8/2020 08:31:41 pm

This sounds like a great read. Cool cover!

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Sherry Roseberry
5/8/2020 08:57:35 pm

Thank you, Debbie!

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Lynn CLAYTON
5/8/2020 10:55:28 pm

oh nice cover looks like a great read

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Sherry Roseberry
5/8/2020 11:37:54 pm

Thanks, Lynn. I'm happy it interests you.

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Beppe DM
5/9/2020 03:34:25 am

Great cover

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Amy F
5/9/2020 10:11:42 am

Sounds like a fascinating romantic suspense read!

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Sherry Roseberry
5/9/2020 05:48:52 pm

Thank you, Amy. I love action so much; I had to remember to add the romance.

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Stephanie
5/9/2020 01:35:18 pm

It seems like it will be an exciting read.

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Sherry Roseberry
5/9/2020 05:51:04 pm

Thank you, Stephanie. I'd get so wrapped up in the adventure, I'd have to be reminded about the romance.

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Susan Smith
5/9/2020 02:29:44 pm

Sounds like a great read. I like the cover.

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Sherry Roseberry
5/9/2020 05:52:43 pm

Thanks, Susan.

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Barbara Montag
5/9/2020 05:10:10 pm

I like this series - always interested in romance stories.
The covers are great.
Thank you for sharing this review.

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Sherry Roseberry
5/9/2020 05:41:14 pm

Thank you, Barbara, for your interest.

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Terri Quick
5/9/2020 08:26:24 pm

Loving the cover

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Sherry Roseberry
5/9/2020 08:32:02 pm

Thank you, Terri. If you like the cover to Double-Cross check out my two other covers. My writing friend, Mary Ann Cherry, created them.

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Julie Lundstrom
5/9/2020 08:54:49 pm

I like the cover and would love to read this book.

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Sherry Roseberry
5/9/2020 09:35:06 pm

Thanks, Julie, I'm glad it spikes your interest.

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Judy Thomas
5/10/2020 01:53:47 am

I love a good page turner, thanks for sharing it.

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Sherry Roseberry
5/10/2020 01:43:17 pm

Thank you. You can tell I love drama. :)

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Serge B
5/10/2020 04:50:40 am

I liked the excerpt!

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Sherry Roseberry
5/10/2020 01:46:10 pm

Thanks, Serge! It's full of action. My friend said I was the Indiana Jones of Romance. But I get so caught up in the drama, I keep forgetting about putting in the romance. :)

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Molli Taylor
5/10/2020 09:11:57 am

these sound great, will put them on my list!

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Sherry Roseberry
5/10/2020 01:46:44 pm

Thanks, Molli!

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Cathy French
5/10/2020 09:28:22 am

Great covers. Love suspense and historical fiction so all of these are in my need to read queue now

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Sherry Roseberry
5/10/2020 01:50:41 pm

Thank you, Cathy! I love suspense too. I put some form of it in all my books depending on what I'm writing.

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shannon zeidan
5/10/2020 11:15:09 am

this sounds so intriguing! I'm excited to read it.

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Sherry Roseberry
5/10/2020 01:56:57 pm

Thank you, Shannon. There's a lot of action, even an avalanche.

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Kayla Harmon
5/10/2020 07:51:59 pm

great cover

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Ken Ohl
5/11/2020 04:32:30 am

this cover is so intriguing

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Sherry Roseberry
5/11/2020 03:54:30 pm

Thanks Ken! The kudos go to my artist/writer friend, Mary Ann Cherry.

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Audrey Stewart
5/11/2020 05:42:23 am

Sherry Roseberry is a new author to me. I want to thank this blog for the introduction. I can't wait to start reading her books. I love this genre.

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Sherry Roseberry
5/11/2020 04:00:02 pm

Thank you, Audrey! I love suspense as well. I'm even compelled to add a bit of mystery in my historicals.

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Heather Williams-Christmas
5/11/2020 12:05:16 pm

The cover is exotic and mysterious. I love it when book covers are creative, I know you should judge a book by its cover, but who doesnt like a little art in the mix?

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Sherry Roseberry
5/11/2020 04:02:12 pm

I love what you said, Heather. I agree!

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Dave Gibb
5/11/2020 01:54:44 pm

wow looks so good.

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Sherry Roseberry
5/11/2020 04:05:16 pm

Thanks, Dave. It's filled with action.

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Stephanie Liske
5/11/2020 06:04:45 pm

I like the cover.

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Sherry Roseberry
5/11/2020 06:32:16 pm

Thanks, Stephanie.

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Ann Fantom
5/11/2020 06:53:26 pm

I like all the covers. They have great graphics and colors.

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Sherry Roseberry
5/11/2020 07:39:59 pm

Thank you, Ann. Mary Ann Cherry, my writer/artist friend created them. She writes the Jessie O'Bourne art Mysteries, and she's on the tour. Look her up.

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beth shepherd
5/11/2020 08:27:34 pm

I really like the cover. It def draws me in.

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Sherry Roseberry
5/11/2020 08:54:49 pm

Thank you, Beth. I'm happy that it does.

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Mya Murphy
5/11/2020 11:10:45 pm

That blurb made my heart swell.. Gossssh.. 😭

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Sherry Roseberry
5/12/2020 03:52:41 pm

Thanks, Mya. I'm tickled it affected you so much.

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Sandy Klocinski
5/12/2020 04:27:51 am

More awesome books! Hope the tour is going well. Thank you for the opportunity to win

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Sherry Roseberry
5/12/2020 03:53:26 pm

It is, Sandy. Thanks for dropping in.

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Cynthia C
5/12/2020 05:27:00 am

Thank you for sharing the excerpt. I enjoyed reading it.

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Sherry Roseberry
5/12/2020 03:54:29 pm

Thank you, Cynthia. I'm glad it did.

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Debbi Wellenstein
5/12/2020 09:53:20 am

The cover is very nice. Thank you for the giveaway!

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Sherry Roseberry
5/12/2020 03:55:55 pm

Thank you, Debbi, for checking out my tour.

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Robin M
5/12/2020 03:26:04 pm

Like how they don't have typical romance book covers

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Sherry Roseberry
5/12/2020 03:56:32 pm

I do too, Robin.

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Renata
5/13/2020 12:28:43 am

I like the cover.

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Sherry Roseberry
5/13/2020 12:26:22 pm

Thanks, Renata.

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Bernie Wallace
5/15/2020 08:46:34 am

I like the simplicity of the cover. Congrats on the release.

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Sherry Roseberry
5/15/2020 02:00:44 pm

Thanks, Bernie, for checking it out.

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Nina Lewis
5/15/2020 04:00:44 pm

Looks great!

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Sherry Roseberry
5/15/2020 04:41:26 pm

Thanks, Nina.

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latisha depoortere
5/15/2020 04:21:23 pm

Thank you so much for sharing sounds good!

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Sherry Roseberry
5/15/2020 04:43:08 pm

Thank you for checking out my tour, Latisha.

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Marcy Meyer
5/16/2020 03:01:07 pm

The covers all look interesting and unique. Thanks for sharing.

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Sherry Roseberry
5/16/2020 03:42:05 pm

Thanks, Marcy for checking them out.

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Diana Hardt
5/17/2020 07:30:25 am

I liked the excerpts. They sound like really interesting books. Thank you for sharing.

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Sherry Roseberry
5/17/2020 02:39:37 pm

Thank you, Diana. I'm glad they pike your interest.

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Jaclyn Mercer
5/17/2020 12:11:00 pm

I love the mountains on the cover.

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Sherry Roseberry
5/17/2020 02:42:04 pm

Thanks, Jaclyn. The Tetons are not very far away from me.

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Julie Murphy
5/19/2020 10:45:04 pm

I like the Love Only Once cover

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Sherry Roseberry
5/20/2020 01:25:25 pm

Thanks, Julie. so do I. My writer/artist friend, Mary Ann Cherry designed it.

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Leah Cavendish
5/20/2020 01:56:38 am

This sounds really interesting.

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Sherry Roseberry
5/20/2020 01:26:33 pm

I glad they interest you, Leah. Thanks for checking it out.

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Paula
5/20/2020 10:45:30 am

The cover art seems appropriate for the book. Good job.

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Sherry Roseberry
5/20/2020 01:30:58 pm

Thanks, Paula. My artist. writer friend, Mary Ann Cherry designs my covers.

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Carol
5/20/2020 11:17:56 am

I am always interested in learning about new books to read.

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Sherry Roseberry
5/20/2020 01:35:23 pm

That's great, Carol. A writing friend, Karen Finnigan, said I was an Indiana Jones of Romance. If that intrigues you, check out my books.

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Karin
5/20/2020 12:16:58 pm

The rope heart on the cover is really nice.

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Sherry Roseberry
5/20/2020 01:36:21 pm

Thanks, Karin. I love that too.

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Melanie borhi
5/20/2020 11:42:38 pm

Love the cover looks amazing

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Sherry Roseberry
5/21/2020 12:53:26 pm

Thanks, Melanie. I wanted to show the mountains I had in my book.

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Renata
5/27/2020 05:48:30 pm

Love the covers! Tender Deceptions is my favorite :)

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Sherry Roseberry
5/27/2020 07:56:29 pm

Thank you, Renata. In spite of the fact that Fabio was on my first cover, I like this one the best too. :)

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IRENE HENDERSON
5/30/2020 03:55:25 pm

All the covers are attractive & would make me pick up the books & check out the back cover. I love Romantic Suspense, so I think I'd enjoy Deadly Double-Cross & Tender Deceptions the most. (Especially Deadly Double-Cross!)

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Sherry Roseberry
5/30/2020 04:13:46 pm

Thank you, Irene, for checking out my books. I love mixing suspense and a bit of danger with romance. A friend of mine said when it calls for a dust devil, I'm compelled to put in a hurricane.

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Francine Anchondo
5/30/2020 05:57:09 pm

I love the cover

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Sherry Roseberry
5/30/2020 06:02:55 pm

Thanks, Francine.

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Lizzie M
6/1/2020 08:05:03 am

Congrats on the releases, y'all! The covers look absolutely great and both have been added to my TBR!

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Sherry Roseberry
6/1/2020 01:22:07 pm

Thanks, Lizzie, for checking them out. I hope you like them. By the way, one of the lead characters of the series I'm working on is named Lizzie.

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Christy Maurer link
6/1/2020 08:13:58 am

I really enjoyed reading your guest post! I remember taking typing class in high school on those electric typewriters and using correction tape! Computers have made typing so much easier though high school students now wouldn't know it. They still don't turn in their work!! The covers of your books are beautiful!

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Sherry Roseberry
6/1/2020 01:38:11 pm

Thanks, Christy, for your comments. It's great to hear from someone who has experience with typewriters. I'm guessing you teach school. My daughter is an art teacher, and she has trouble with her students doing their work. My writer, artist friend, Mary Ann Cherry designed my covers. I'm pleased you like them.

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Kristen
6/3/2020 09:33:03 pm

I'm confused about the cover...why is she behind barbed wire? Must read to find out I guess....

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Sherry Roseberry
6/4/2020 06:03:11 pm

Hi, Kristen. The barbed wire represents the Double-Cross. She is double-crossed and has to escape over the Tetons.

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susan smoaks
6/4/2020 05:05:00 am

i like the cover. i would love to read this.

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Sherry Roseberry
6/4/2020 06:04:08 pm

Thanks, Susan. I hope you enjoy it.

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Daniel M
6/4/2020 05:33:31 pm

like the covers

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Sherry Roseberry
6/4/2020 06:06:47 pm

Thanks, Daniel. I like them better than the usual "clinch" covers.

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joy f
6/5/2020 10:01:24 pm

Sounds good.

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Sherry Roseberry
6/6/2020 01:03:34 pm

Thanks for checking it out, Joy.

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Jennylyn Gross
6/6/2020 01:01:25 pm

sounds like an interesting read

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Sherry Roseberry
6/6/2020 01:14:08 pm

Thank you, Jennylyn, for your interest.

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Betty Curran
6/8/2020 04:17:57 am

I like all the covers but especially Tender Deceptions.

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Sherry Roseberry
6/8/2020 01:22:58 pm

Thank you, Betty. Several people have said the same thing. Fabio was on my original cover, but I like this on the best.

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Emily B.
6/8/2020 09:51:21 am

I like the thematic look of the covers...the rope, barbed wire, etc.

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Sherry Roseberry
6/8/2020 01:24:23 pm

Oh, my too, Emily. Thanks for checking them out.

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Bridgett Wilbur
6/8/2020 12:29:30 pm

Great coversd and I would love to read your book.

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Sherry Roseberry
6/8/2020 01:35:07 pm

Thank you, Bridgett, for checking it out..

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Iliana B
6/8/2020 06:06:19 pm

Very unique cover, love the contrast of colors and the girl facing the dragon .

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Sherry Roseberry
6/8/2020 06:09:45 pm

Thanks, Lliana. I love it too.

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Bella Martinez
6/8/2020 06:49:16 pm

I love this concept!

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Sherry Roseberry
6/8/2020 06:56:36 pm

Thank you, Bella. I'm pleased it interests you.

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BILL HOFF
6/8/2020 07:54:29 pm

My daughter would enjoy these books

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Sherry Roseberry
6/8/2020 08:01:49 pm

Thanks for checking them out, Bill.

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Heather Kaufman
6/8/2020 09:31:45 pm

This book sounds intriguing.

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Sherry Roseberry
6/8/2020 09:44:27 pm

Thank you, Heather. I'm glad it does.

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Sand
6/8/2020 10:16:04 pm

Looks like a great cover!

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Sherry Roseberry
6/8/2020 11:48:52 pm

Thank you, Sand.

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Stacey A Smith
6/8/2020 10:30:51 pm

there all very lovely covers

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Sherry Roseberry
6/8/2020 11:51:35 pm

Thank you, Stacey. Fellow artist and writer, Mary Ann Cherry, designed them.

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Jerry Marquardt
6/8/2020 11:44:00 pm

I would like to give thanks for all your really great writings, including Sherry Roseberry's Romances, and wishing the best in keeping up the good work in the future.

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Sherry Roseberry
6/8/2020 11:53:26 pm

Thank you, Jerry, for the encouragement and for checking out my books.

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Elizabeth Companion
6/9/2020 10:14:03 pm

deadly double cross looks interesting

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Sherry Roseberry
6/10/2020 01:34:44 pm

Thanks, Elizabeth, for checking it out.

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