SUSAN SAXX ROMANCE

Category: The Delta North Team

Last Day to Enter! GOODREADS GIVEAWAY!

Hey Everyone!

If you love books, reading, AND  winning contests, don’t forget to enter today to win a signed print copy of book 2 in the Refuge Bay series, Zachary Undone!

I’m giving away FOUR print copies and mailing them out all over North America, LOL, thanks to our wonderful friends at GOODREADS!

Enter here:  https://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/show/335743-zachary-undone-the-men-of-refuge-bay-book-2

And good luck!! 

p.s . FYI There are three books in the series. There’s also a Christmas one that’s a standalone, Book 3, and Nathan Unwrapped is Book 1!

p.s. Lest I forget the preorder link (okay, I did, but came back in to add it lol), here it is!  https://www.amazon.com/Zachary-Undone-Men-Refuge-Book-ebook/dp/B09KYHMY3N/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=zachary+undone&qid=1639589120&sr=8-1

A Canadian October

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Can’t you just smell the earthy scent of that forest?

I know we’ve almost seen the end of October 2021, but we’re having amazing weather in my area the last little while – the final few days of our ‘second summer’, I guess. The big trees outside my window still have all their leaves. It’s like everything has stopped breathing….there’s a hush. And we’re all waiting…together.

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I’d like to treat you to an excerpt of my first Delta North Team novel today. Cole Dawson, a Canadian soldier and former leader of the elite Delta North Team Special Ops unit has come home to a ranch filled with trouble, and family issues.

It’s challenging. Doesn’t help he’s on his own, and it all falls to him…

A Real Man: The First Miracle

Cole Dawson strode through the wing of Toronto’s Mount Sinai hospital, a frown on his tanned face. His worn cowboy boots clattered on the shiny terrazzo floor, and he held back an urge to spit.

How the hell had Jack Elbert Dawson Sr., the toughest man he knew, ended up in a cardiac rehabilitation ward?

No matter. He had to see Dad himself. Reassure himself the man, only sixty plus a few years young, was still going strong.

He rounded the hallway, fielded a couple of nurses he’d hadn’t seen yet, noted their upturned brows and lightning-fast looks of inquiry, then headed down the stretch to Dad’s room.

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Caught the vibration in his pocket. Damn. He’d forgotten to turn his cell off, like all the signs yelled at him to. He yanked it from his faded jeans. Probably one of the posse back home desperate for news about Dad or Boss, whichever Jack Dawson was to them.

The list of emails flashed, the requisite ads. A couple from Delilah Toms, his agent, still in touch. Some from Jesse, his lead hand, already responded to.

And there was the latest message, bolded. Waiting. Impatiently. From Krystal. Figured. No preamble, just straight and to the point.

—How’s he doing?

Only third time this morning she’d asked.

He texted back with work-hardened thumbs barely hitting all those damn buttons.

—Just about to see, Sis.

And then added, because Krys did fret so much—had to be that artistic temperament she kept telling everyone she had—

—I’ll let you know as soon as I see him.

But Krys, astute young woman she was, wasn’t ready to let him go yet. There came the telltale words, where she shared what she wouldn’t, with anyone else…

—Cole…I’m scared.

That’s all it took, and his mind was back with her. With all the family, back at their beloved ranch at the foothills of the Rockies in Dawson Ridges, British Columbia. Where the northern winds blew down from Alaska, decimated the land with its unforgiving iciness. Where Deep River surged, in the spring, then finally let go, and the hills, the lowlands all flushed an emerald seen nowhere else on God’s green earth.

Where right now, until everything was fixed and the ranch was sorted, there was a huge, gaping hole.

Jack Elbert Dawson was that hole. He had to be back there. Healthy, sound, barking out orders again, at his spread of countless acres.

But right now, Cole needed to ease the worry in his sister and tame the crazy, if he could. Hell, he had tons of experience, right? As the respected platoon leader Dark Storm for the elite Delta North Team, a special unit cobbled together from both Americans and Canadians, like their forerunner The Devil’s Brigade, he’d had to bolster many a soldier under him. Strengthen them, give them courage. He’d done it every which way he could.

Here? Redirection might work.

—How’s mom? The others?

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Krys answered, using the voice command feature she loved. Because she could pound out voluminous responses that way, without doing any work.

—What do you expect? Mom’s baking up a whole bunch of Dad’s favorites, filling the freezer. Says she’ll be busy tending him, or trying to, when he comes home, so she wants to be ready. Fighting off Baxter, John QT and Roger, who all want to lick the bowl every time she’s done a batch, and are jumping at the counter, fighting among themselves.

A smile curved on his face. Baxter was their squat little pug, the one who wanted to rule the world, and sometimes just about managed it. John QT was their highly intelligent wolfhound. Roger was an untamed, furry, who knew the heck what. Irrepressible in spirit, but oh, so loyal.

A more unlikely trio you’d never meet, but they were inseparable. They spent their days together, visiting the various operations and people around the ranch.

Making their rounds, Mom called it. Doing their shifts, Dad snorted. They spent a ton of time in the ranch house, in the kitchen when things were going on—and when weren’t they? At night, they cuddled with each other or various members of the family in the huge, rustic living room everyone gravitated to.

They all needed to be back there. Especially Dad. Cole thumbed his own response back.

—Her own fault. She trained them that way since they were pups. If there’s food around…

—Well, when Mom really gets tough with them, they listen. But right now she’s too worried about Dad. And it’s turning into butter tarts, date squares, and egg bread. It’s crazy the output that woman has when she gets in her mind the whole world depends on—or will one day depend on—her culinary prowess.

Cole chuckled, back in the kitchen with Krys, mentally. Watching the scene, first hand, the warm glow filling his heart again.

—That’s why Dad kept the hands on, back when we lost work, years ago. We didn’t have Dax then, and Mom was too sad when there weren’t a zillion people to cook for.

He could see her, auburn hair tied back, the odd pale swatch in it when she didn’t get to the beauty salon on time. Peeling, cooking, stirring. Singing. The dance steps interspersed with the cooking, as she tried to do her routine while handling bowls, fryers, pots. Feeding everyone, and it wasn’t only with food.

But love.

It was a special picture, and time had taught him just how special.

His throat tightened. Dad needed to come home again, be part of that picture. Be healthy, strong. Be Dad.

Only…

Click here to continue reading…

(The Look Inside feature will give you 3 more chapters!)

A Real Man: The First Miracle

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In news from the homestead…

imageMore from my 4 day I LOVE FALL Odyssey that I was on a few weeks back!

Guess who DIDN’T get lost in the place below! *preens*

(Of course, they never defined the time amount you needed to get out in, to be considered…NOT LOST. 23 hours and 10 minutes…does that qualify?)

Ha. Just kidding!

Though it WAS fun trailing behind my friend and throwing dry corn kernels off into the maze in front of her….

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Booky News & Releases…

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Look for Zachary Undone to hit in November – book 2 of my Refuge Bay series.

Check out the reviews for Nathan Unwrapped (book 1) here, and add both to your Goodreads list here and here. Read book 1 now so you know the backstory!

Grab Nathan Unwrapped

‘Refuge Bay…where you always find home.’

I’m also outlining Seth’s story, book 4 in the same series.

And a Christmas surprise might be in the offing, too…Stay Tuned!

That’s all for now. Hugs!! 🤗

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Other Authors!

Some of my best friends are authors. *Grin*

Here are two offerings you may just love…

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And hey! U.S. friends who are on Goodreads:

 My friend Elle Rush is giving away 100 e-copies of her latest North Pole Unlimited Christmas romance “FRANK AND GINGER”.

Head over here for a chance to enter:

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Goodreads Link

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And tell me…

Do you love fall? And what’s best about it? The pies, the colors…what?

I love hearing from you!

susansaxx@gmail.com

xoxo

Happy Escaping!

Nautilus kitty, in papasan. :)

Strong Men…and Women.

I write strong men, and strong women. They have things to overcome, it’s true. It could be external things, huge obstacles. Currently, it’s the soldiers of Delta North, and the strong men of Refuge Bay.

They also, always, have internal things to overcome, too. And those? are the hardest. And…the trickiest. Because often? Those things crouch, hidden, in the shadows of their minds, desperately seeking to avoid detection. Couched, often, as fine qualities, they really are things that disintegrate their dreams and shatter their lives. The characters end up living half-lives, if they’re lucky. Often, they live just a vague percentage of what they’re capable of, and the joy they could have becomes only a faint trickle.

Not a pretty picture. It’s true of the characters in the books we read, and it’s also true in real life. In all our lives.

As a person naturally drawn to the study and science of strength, resilience and the vast landscape of our mental power, my close friends all know that I’m an incorrigible, unstoppable student of strength and self-development, in addition to being a writer. Yeah.

I’m an info and high performance geek. 🙂

Every day finds me sucking in some knowledge on this topic. It could be a tidbit, a stray piece of info, or it could be (weekly, for sure, sometimes daily), a life-changing chunk of info. In the past, I called these ‘gold bricks’. (As in gifts of great value, things that are solid and stable, and give real worth.)

picture of white mug with the word SUNSHINE on it. There are 3 matches to the left of it.

The goal…SUNSHINE!

I wanted to quickly share a tidbit with you, this morning, that resonated with me, and that I think is brilliant. It’s from Scott Britton’s YouTube channel. It’s from a video that’s currently up, called Creating Your Vision: Guided Exercise to Win in Your Mind. I’ve only listened to part of it, full disclosure. Here’s what caught my mind.

When you decide on a goal and are all fired up about it, you think of how great your future will be. This is uninformed optimism. Good one, right? (I’ve never heard of this term before. Chew it around a bit, in your mind.)

Then, when you start to implement your work toward achieving that goal, and it’s haaaaaaaaard, you come up against the reality of creating something new, and the work and obstacles that present, and that must be overcome. Now? You’re in informed pessimism.

Isn’t that brill?

That’s it for today, Friend. I didn’t finish the vid, though it’s queued up, for the punchline, when I get to it. I’ve got to get back to work, creating the stories my readers want. That possibly you too, wants! (As well, I have an appointment today, then the stash of dark breakfast chocolate has run out. Yeah. I need a dedicated,  breakfast-chocolate-stash-curator and replenisher, on staff. *looks in the mirror*) (*okay.  a different one. LOL!*)

*waving from the evil papasan, with the sun peeking over my shoulder*

xo

 

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It’s all a journey. Come with me!