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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Patricia Rosemoor has had 100 novels with 8 publishers and more than 7 million books in print. Patricia is fascinated with "dangerous love" and writes romantic suspense or paranormal romantic thrillers.

Patricia has won a Golden Heart from Romance Writers of America and two Reviewers Choice and two Career Achievement Awards from Romantic Times BOOKreviews, and in her other life, she taught Popular Fiction and Suspense-Thriller Writing at Columbia College Chicago.

 


Stealing Thunder (The McKenna Curse Book 1)Stealing Thunder (The McKenna Curse Book 1) $0.99 for a limited time!

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June 22, 1919
Donal McKenna,
Ye might have found happiness with another woman, but yer progeny will pay for this betrayal of me. I call on my faerie blood and my powers as a witch to give yers only sorrow in love, for should they act on their feelings, they will put their loved ones in mortal danger.
So be it,
Sheelin O’Keefe

Excerpt:
For all his curiosity, Tiernan hadn’t expected to find anything, so when he spotted the dark green SUV sheltered under a boxelder amidst the pines, he stiffened, his surprise touching Red Crow, who danced sideways. Not making a sound, Tiernan held the gelding in check and focused all six senses. What came to him strongest was a blinding pain. He let go and the pain subsided and his vision cleared.
Dismounting, he looped the horse’s reins in a low branch of a pine and moved through a scattering of trees, toward a clearing overlooking the meadow valley. That’s when he saw her—an attractive lass in jeans and a long-sleeved cotton shirt, dark hair flowing down her back in a thick ponytail. She was sitting on the ground, trying to get to her feet but not quite managing.
Tiernan rushed to her side to help, but what he got for his trouble was a fist square in his chest.
She scrabbled back, staring at him with wide-open brown eyes. “Get away from me, or I’ll… I’ll…”
“You’ll what?” he asked in the soft, melodic voice he used when working with horses, a voice meant to calm and seduce. “I’ll not be hurting you.”
“You knocked me out!”
“’Tis someone else you need to be accusing. I just rode up a few seconds ago.” He indicated Red Crow, now standing quietly in the pines, his head lowered as if he were napping.
“If it wasn’t you…” Again, she looked around.
He concentrated, tested the atmosphere, then shook his head. “If anyone else was around, I would sense it. ’Tis my fey Irish blood."
She tried to stand once more. And once more he moved closer, this time hesitating before touching her. “May I offer my help?”
She thought about it for a second, then gave him her hand. Though she wasn’t a small woman—only a few inches shorter than he and nicely curved—he easily pulled her up to her feet. She stood there, her gaze taking him in, while he did the same. Pale skin, wide-spaced round eyes, high cheekbones, strong chin, full lips—a mix of the people in this state. She was the most fascinating-looking lass he’d ever met.
“Thank you,” she said. “Ella Thunder.”
He grinned. “Powerful name. Tiernan McKenna. A cousin to Rose Farrell. The family owns the MKF—stands for McKenna-Farrell. Are you from this area?”
“I used to be,” she said. “I was on my way to visit the grandparents on the rez.”
He could see it in her—she was definitely part, though not all, Native American. “You stopped for some reason.”
“To look around. It’s been a long time,” she admitted. “I was here maybe five minutes.”
“If the culprit did something to scare off the herd and then didn’t want you to see his face... What was he up to?”
“I don’t know. We could look around to see.”
"You could have a concussion. Let me get a better look at your eyes.”
He lifted her chin. The contact was potent and he froze like that, not daring so much as to breathe. It took all his concentration to suck in some air and do what he meant to do. He checked her pupils—both equal in size and therefore normal—and gazed right through them, searching, searching.
A quick flash of light accompanied sharp pain and disorientation and finally the sensation of falling.


Freeing Grace (The McKenna Curse Book 2)Freeing Grace (The McKenna Curse Book 2) $0.99 for a limited time!

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June 22, 1919
Donal McKenna,
Ye might have found happiness with another woman, but yer progeny will pay for this betrayal of me. I call on my faerie blood and my powers as a witch to give yers only sorrow in love, for should they act on their feelings, they will put their loved ones in mortal danger.
So be it,
Sheelin O’Keefe

Excerpt:
The raven-haired woman entered through a door that should have been locked. It was well after ten. Behind her, the street was muted with fog that curled over the pavement and up the streetlights. Declan McKenna stood frozen at the front desk of Vieux Carré Investigations and let the stapler he’d just picked up tumble from his fingers back to the desktop.
“I need you,” she said, her low, throaty voice sizzling down his spine.
“Then have me. I’m yours.”
A perfectly arched brow revealed her annoyance with his attempt at humor. “I need your services,” she amended. “You are a private investigator?”
“Forgive me. You took me by surprise.” He straightened. “Declan McKenna, one of the owners of Vieux Carré Investigations.”
“I’m Grace Broussard.”
Declan moved to his office door and held out an arm to invite her in. “Please.”
What an eyeful she was in a sleek red dress. Her raven hair dusted her shoulders. There was something familiar about her, but he couldn’t quite place where he’d seen her before. Mesmerized by the length of Grace’s spine as she moved into the office before him, Declan removed his jacket.
She was making him sweat.
Grace took a seat, and Declan rounded his desk, one of the many antiques adorning the office. Declan hung his jacket on the back of his chair and sat. “What can I do for you, Ms. Broussard?”
“I need you to find out who’s been following me.”
“What makes you think you’re being followed?” Not that he disbelieved her.
“Let’s say my senses are sharp, in tune with my surroundings. I’ve been aware of someone following me several times in the past two weeks. I thought perhaps it was a fan. But then there are these.” She opened her purse and pulled out several folded sheets of cream-colored paper. “The first came in the mail at work.”
Unfolding one of the missives, she placed it on the desk and slid it toward him.
I’VE BEEN WATCHING YOU
She placed the second sheet on top of the first. “The second message was delivered to me at a social gathering. A charity dinner. I found it under my plate.”
I SEE EVERYTHING YOU DO
“And now there’s this, pushed under my apartment door sometime during the night.” Her hand was shaking as she smoothed out the final note.
I CAN EXPOSE YOU
“Do you know what the threat means?” he asked.
“It must have something to do with my work.”
“Which is?”
“I represent a new line of designer clothing called Voodoo.”
Declan snapped to and felt a flush creep up his neck as he placed her—that ad in the New Orleans Times-Picayune. Her lying across a red satin-covered bed, back arched, arm lazily thrown over her head, the words under the photo: Voodoo… Put A Spell On Him Tonight….
“Bad publicity could be devastating to my mother’s career. She’s an assistant district attorney and slated to fill a judicial vacancy. And then there’s my brother, a city council member up for re-election."
Grace’s emotions were raw, right on the surface. A person didn’t have to be an empath to read her. But as a McKenna, he could do so more quickly and more deeply than the average person. All the members of his family had some native ability—his being able to read anyone’s emotions.


Resisting Siobhan (The McKenna Curse Book 3)Resisting Siobhan (The McKenna Curse Book 3) $0.99 for a limited time!

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This title will be released on Jun 9, 2020.


Defending Hailey (The McKenna Curse Book 4)Defending Hailey (The McKenna Curse Book 4) $0.99 for a limited time!

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This title will be released on Jun 23, 2020.

Bryce McKenna is a cursed man who needs a wife to secure a business deal--and childhood friend Hailey Wright is willing to marry Bryce for the money to save her brother in debt to a loan shark. But when her own life comes under attack, Bryce fears the McKenna family's dark legacy is at play. Hailey is able to sense the presence of ghosts and finds herself drawn to solve an old mystery even as she and Bryce fall in love. Will pursuing ghosts lead to the curse or salvation?

June 22, 1919
Donal McKenna,
Ye might have found happiness with another woman, but yer progeny will pay for this betrayal of me. I call on my faerie blood and my powers as a witch to give yers only sorrow in love, for should they act on their feelings, they will put their loved ones in mortal danger.
So be it,
Sheelin O’Keefe


Excerpt:
He heard a ragged sob and was certain it was Hailey. Now what? She sniffed and hiccupped and sounded as if she was trying to get herself under control. And then she started crying again.
Realizing it must be serious, Bryce couldn’t stand to let a childhood friend suffer without trying to help. He crossed into Hailey’s sanctuary and saw her sitting on a retaining wall, huddled and looking utterly devastated.
“Hey, what can I do to help?”
Hailey jerked and looked up at him, a strand of her long pale blond hair falling over wide blue eyes, the whites red from crying. Her small nose was red, too, and her full lips were trembling. Bryce pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and held it out as he took a seat next to her on the wall.
'I just got some bad news is all.”
Reaching out, he turned her face toward his and looked into her worried eyes and pinched expression that told him that whatever it was, it was serious. “Anything I can do?”
For a moment, her expression softened into hopeful. Then she blinked and shook her head. “No, not your problem. I’ll work it out somehow.”
“Tell me.”
“All right. It’s Danny.”
“Was he hurt?”
“Not yet. He will be if he doesn’t come up with the money to pay a gambling debt. A loan shark is after him.”
“How much?” Bryce asked.
Hailey swallowed hard. “Too much. A hundred thousand. I can’t get that kind of money. The loan shark is threatening to kill him. How can I save him this time?”
Her eyes were welling with tears again. Impulsively Bryce put an arm around her back and let her lean on his shoulder. He really liked Hailey, always had. She was almost like a second sister to him. He hated seeing her like this. So helpless. Knowing how she felt about Danny, he feared she would do something foolish to rescue her brother.
“What about the police? Has he called them?”
“No, of course not! And I’m not going to. If Danny isn’t killed, he’ll go to prison for illegal gambling.”
Maybe spending some time behind bars would straighten out her brother, not that he said so. There was a way out of their troubles for both of them. It was crazy, really, but it just might work. And what would be the harm if they both went into it, eyes wide open?
“I have a plan,” he said.
“For what?”
He almost stopped right then, but everything for him counted on that backing by the conservative Croft, who was hesitating hooking up financially because he believed Bryce was a swinging bachelor when in reality, Bryce was too obsessed with work to chase skirt. And it was obvious Hailey didn’t have the means to rescue her brother this time—and this time could very well be the last if Danny was hooked up with the wrong people.
“I’m proposing a business venture,” he said, glad that he still had some personal resources so he could make the offer that would solve both of their problems. “Strictly business. I’ll pay Danny’s debt off if you agree.”
“To what?”
“To marry me.”


Guarding Cat (The McKenna Curse Book 5)Guarding Cat (The McKenna Curse Book 5)$0.99 for a limited time!

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This title will be released on Jul 7, 2020.

June 22, 1919
Donal McKenna,
Ye might have found happiness with another woman, but yer progeny will pay for this betrayal of me. I call on my faerie blood and my powers as a witch to give yers only sorrow in love, for should they act on their feelings, they will put their loved ones in mortal danger.
So be it,
Sheelin O’Keefe

Excerpt:
“Pegeen would have loved to ride you,” Aidan McKenna said past the lump in his throat as he led Mac Finnian into his stall after his morning workout and cooldown.
Mac snorted and pranced in his stall, ready to run again.
Indeed, Aidan could read him, had been able to do so since the black colt was born. He’d always had a connection with the horses he trained—he was a McKenna, after all—even if that particular ability was less developed than that of his brothers. He, instead, wrestled with dreams and nightmares, trying to decide which were true portents of the future and which were figments of his overwrought imagination. Sadly, he didn’t always get it right. But he didn’t want to think on it now—didn’t want to remember his tragic mistake with Pegeen.
Instead he concentrated on the strong connection he had with Mac, the only McKenna ability welcome in life. ’Twas almost as if they were one.
Aidan removed the lead and then unfastened Mac’s halter and slipped it off his big head. Everything about the colt was big—he stood a bit more than seventeen hands, nearly a full hand larger than the average Thoroughbred.
Aidan could almost see Mac running in the Irish Derby, the woman he’d loved with her shocking red hair and bold ways atop the black colt. Pegeen would have been grinning from ear to ear as she eagerly raced him. But now that could never happen.
From her grave, Sheelin O’Keefe had seen to that.
Despite his brother Cashel’s dire warnings, Aidan had taken up with the Irish jockey, and Sheelin’s curse had ended Pegeen Flynn’s life before she’d had a chance to really live.
Cashel entered the stable, followed by the dark-haired lass he’d seen watching Mac’s run with his brother. She was a looker—a natural beauty with lush curves. Not wanting his brother to realize where his mind had wandered a moment ago, Aidan immediately tucked away his thoughts for later.
Giving Mac a peppermint, he shut the stall door behind him and stared at the light in his older brother’s eyes, the same McKenna-green as both his own and their younger brother Tiernan’s.
“Aidan, our problems are solved!” Cashel said. “This is Catrina Clarke from America. We can have the backing we need to race Mac there.”
“And what kind of backing is it you offer from America, Miss Clarke?”
“I’m a breeder and I came to Ireland on a buying trip, to add new blood to my stock. But when I saw Mac Finnian run…”
Her breath caught in her throat and Aidan’s caught in his. It wasn’t just her natural beauty, but something in her voice—something that told him she was more than a businesswoman when it came to fine horseflesh—that seduced him.
Just for a moment.
Then he shook himself free.