man of mysterious powers....
....a woman who fights her destiny.
eve she must decide.
Paranormal Romantic Suspense.
Romantica) -- ultra sensual.
This book contains explicit and graphic sex.
Published by Ellora's
Part of the WINTER WARRIORS anthology.
Casting the movie. Buy it.
just finished the book. Heavy sigh! You write so well--excellent
description so that I can see the settings, great action sequences and
great lovemaking scenes, too! Thank
you for this. I really enjoyed it.
appreciated the Canadian setting. Banff
is such a romantic setting and the way you described it, I could put
myself right there. I love exploring that beautiful old hotel.
You are one of those so skilled writers who the reader knows has
done days and days of research and back story so the book LIVES. Your
descriptions are so well written, as are the action sequences, which are
so hard to write well. And your love scenes are graphic enough to steam,
but at the same time the connection forming between the two characters is
so compelling. They give me that lovely little lurch somewhere in my
Bonnie, a reader.
Surrender" was an excellent book. This is the must read story of the
year. Her characters are fun loving and realistic. The way this author
uses her words to draw you into her story is like a work of art. I really
enjoyed my time in Ms. Cooper-Posey's world; I will be coming back soon.
Jill for Fallen
"Solstice Surrender" Tracy Cooper-Posey brings the paranormal
element into this excellent anthology.
As erotically charged as the first story, this novella is also a
bit more on the emotional side. I
admit that I developed a soft spot for Rhys, the hero, who has spent quite
some time waiting for his mate. Fast
paced and filled with love scenes of the “OMG” sort, this one will
certainly appeal to paranormal romance lovers.
Mireya Orsini for Just Erotica Romance Review
really liked this story. The paranormal aspects makes it really
interesting and fun to read. It kept me wondering what would be revealed
next. Rhys is sensitive and sensual all rolled into one amazing package.
Jenna is confused but willing to search for the truth with a strong will.
This story is hotter that hot. The love scenes scorch the pages. This
story is a must read for anyone who loves paranormal reads.
Brewer for The
Surrender begins with a scene that we all wish would happen to the
bullies of the world. I found Solstice Surrender to be a non-stop
action- packed adventure. Rhys' love for Jenna is apparent in every move
he makes. Imagine waiting for time on end for the love of your life. Ms.
Cooper-Posey has written an engaging entry in this anthology.
Each story in the Winter Warriors
anthology has one thing in common: the main characters kick butt. A common
thread runs through all the stories: helping those in need. All together,
this is one anthology that will not only stimulate the mind, but also
bring a smile to the reader through the character’s adventures and
ultimate successes. Awesome read from three authors who joined forces and
created cool, kick butt stories.
Melinda for Sizzling
Solstice Surrender is an interesting read with
suspense, paranormal, and hot sexual scenes. Rhys is a sensitive man who
will do anything to protect Jenna. Jenna is strong- willed woman going
through a rough time, yet is still willing to listen to Rhys. This is a
great read for paranormal fans.
Overall this is a great anthology that has a little of everything. Don't
pass up adding this to your collection.
Pat McGrew for Sensual
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Jenna MacDonald, cynic extraordinaire, flees to Banff,
Canada, for the holiday season to lick her wounds in private after an
assignment takes a tragic turn. But trouble manages to find her even in
the heart of the Canadian Rockies.
A mystery-clad stranger called Rhys Cellyn exerts a powerful influence
over her mind and her body, while Jenna struggles to stay afloat in the
mythical world he plunges her into. Time is against her, for at the moment
of the winter solstice she must make a fateful choice.
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coffee shop was crowded but Jenna could still hear every contemptuous word
the man in the taupe wool coat said. Each cutting phrase rang clear despite
three tables and the blended babble of French, English and Japanese that
separated them. And if she could hear perfectly well, then the petite
brunette sitting next to him must be benefiting from a Dolby surround sound
dusted the skin under the woman’s eyes, and she kept her gaze on her big
round coffee cup. Occasionally she sipped it. Otherwise she left her hands
in her lap.
on earth you thought it necessary to order breakfast for five a.m. defies
analysis,” the Prince continued, stirring his latte with violent flicks of
his fingers. “I booked the guide for this afternoon and I don’t know why
I should have to get out of bed before eight a.m. for anyone. My porridge
was as cold as a wet herring. A complete waste of food and money.”
was the second time he had been through this diatribe since Jenna had been
drawn to the sound of his rich English baritone and begun to listen.
looked up at the big clock behind the five girls tripping over each other
behind the counter, as they rushed to fill orders. Breakfast for even the
most lay-about person in the world would have been three hours ago.
glanced back at the bowed shoulders of the woman beside the Prince, and
shoved her distaste for the man up to active dislike.
sorry, Charles.” The woman seemed to whisper compared to his penetrating
bass. “I thought we might go window shopping before the hike...”
He almost dropped his coffee cup in his amazement. “We come half way
around the world on the trip of a life time, to the most stunning mountains
on the North American continent and you want to shop?” The contempt
in his voice would have withered the ego of Madonna. The woman shrank into
herself even more.
top lip tried to curl up in disgust.
woman picked up her coffee cup. Her hand trembled a little.
the coffee on him,
Jenna silently urged her.
Prince rolled on as if his companion hadn’t spoken. “Your utter lack of
a brain is ruining this entire tour. I should have left you at home, but
then you would just get yourself into even deeper trouble there, wouldn’t
you? If I wasn’t dancing attendance every hour...good lord, you’d
probably die of cold because you’re too stupid to re-start the oil heater,
or something or other.”
built up in Jenna’s temples as she stared at the woman. Her gut clenched,
roiling with anger. Dump the goddam coffee in his lap! The mental
urging was so powerful Jenna could feel her throat working as if she had
actually cried it aloud.
the woman swung her hand around in a ninety-degree arc until the coffee cup
was poised over his thighs. Deliberately, she turned it upside down,
emptying it of a steaming half-liter of rich brown mocha.
jaw dropped and her eyes widened.
hell let loose.
Prince bounced to his feet with a roar of pain, and cracked his thighs
against the edge of the table with a wet slap. The impact produced a sharper
scream of agony, and he plopped back down with the suddenness of a puppet
whose strings had been severed. Only his chair wasn’t there anymore, for
his abrupt rise to his feet had pushed it back out of the way.
hit the floor, and the thud jarred the ancient beams. Jenna felt the impact
reverberate through her table and chair.
Prince stayed down this time, while the room of tourists gasped and
exclaimed in their native tongues. From across the room, Jenna heard a
single snigger, quickly muffled.
woman looked even more amazed than Jenna felt. She still held her cup out at
half mast, upside down, drops of coffee beading on the rim. She stared at it
as if it had suddenly come alive in her hand.
nearest the Prince dived to help him as he flopped about on the floor. He
was simultaneously trying to lift his soaked, steaming trousers away from
his crotch, and massage his bruised thighs.
Jenna’s satisfaction over the swift turn of events died as she watched the
woman. The brunette lowered the cup to the table with the same care one used
to handle an antique crystal decanter...or a rattlesnake.
stepped away from the cup as if it might leap at her. Then she crouched
beside the man, and patted him with her napkin. “Nigel...I don’t know
what to say. I have no idea how that happened. It was like watching someone
else do it.”
around her were smiling, amused. They didn’t believe her any more than the
princely Nigel would believe her.
had watched her pour coffee all over him. Of course the woman had done it
herself. Because if she hadn’t acted from her own free will, then what
just happened here? She glanced around to see if anyone was staring at her,
if anyone thought she had anything to do with this.
man lounged at the table by the door, a day-old Calgary Herald in his
hands. He was watching her, his face bereft of even a hint of the hilarity
that gripped the rest of the room.
stomach clenched and a strong urge to flee the store gripped her. She
drained her coffee cup, then moved towards the only exit—the door the man
his gaze did not move away from her as she approached, Jenna’s heart
picked up speed. She talked to herself firmly. Maybe he just likes your
hair, Jenna. In this tourist town casual vacation affairs start quick and
she couldn’t discount the pandemonium going on behind her. Every other eye
in the store was glued upon the Prince, who was swearing as lustily as any
dock worker while staff, customers and the brunette worked to soothe him and
clean the mess up.
a room with a mini-drama unfolding, anyone who could ignore the chaos to
focus upon something else was highly motivated.
what did he want?
habits of her profession kicked in. Jenna took a mental snapshot of the
guy’s face, cataloguing the features for future reference. Large brown
eyes, thick brows and blonde hair trimmed neatly. Strong jaw and neck. The
neck was layered in muscle and thick, like a body builder’s. The luxurious
overcoat hid the rest of him except for the polished toe of an expensive
casual leather shoe. Clearly, snow and slush was not an issue for him.
all-encompassing glance, then she lifted her chin, kept her gaze on the
sidewalk outside and headed for the door in what she hoped was a confident,
nearly jumped out of her skin when he stood, clearly intending to halt her.
hand settled on her shoulder, big and heavy. She felt the body belonging to
the hand slide into place on her other side. A quiet voice sounded; “Keep
walking, straight past him. Don’t look around. Out onto the street.
of questions arose, but she pushed them aside, focusing instead on the fact
that this voice, this body, was helping her. Somehow.
swallowed, and kept walking as instructed, looking neither left nor right,
although sorely tempted to look up at him—from the way his hand rested on
her shoulder, she knew he was tall.
in the street, the hand fell from her shoulder and picked up her other hand.
“Can you run?”
This story was both a pain and a pleasure to write.
It was enormous fun because I got to play around with a new fantasy theme
that I have been mulling over for a while now, and got to write in a new
sub-genre. Plus, I created a hero that even I would like to know
more about. One day, perhaps....
The pain came from having to restrict myself to such a
short length. Yes, it's book-length, my preferred format, but as
it's included in an anthology, I really had to keep it short.
Keeping a story short is not my best talent! Therefore, the original
story had twenty years of back story for the characters, and quite a few
thousand words of extra story and subplot to it before I realized what I
was doing wrong, and painfully, bloodily chopped all but the essential
story line out of the manuscript.
But I kept the remains!
I often get asked who I would cast in the movie of my book, if
it should ever come to pass, so just for fun:
Movie producer's pitch:
(the series) meets the X-men’s Phoenix.
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