Author Elle Marlow

We made it!  Come take a journey with me back to the early 1800s to the Arizona Territory where three, maybe four women take it upon themselves to seek revenge against their shared lover's killer. The women and the west are wild in this novella.   It's a quick page turner that I had so much fun with.  I think, if ever I could jump into a book and live there, this one would be it. Elle Click here for Amazon link and blurb Author Elle Marlow

I'm like a little kid in a candy store. I've embarked on a new project that while definitely have some romance elements and maybe even enough to satisfy the hard core  romantic reader, this story is in fact a true western.  There are many points of view so the fabric of what you're used to will change, but  I'm thrilled about this story, and  it's chugging along at such a nice pace, that I am enjoying writing it.     Here's a blurb.  I have no idea when this should be done...I guess I'll be surprised along with everyone else.                                          Whiskey's Women                          ...

Good Monday Morning.  I trust you are all well and bright eyed and bushy tailed ready to conquer your week?  Me either. :)     Okay, today is the LAST day to download Where Have All The Cowboys Gone for 99cents.  At least for awhile.  So grab your copy while you can, but as always, it will be free on the Kindle Unlimited program.   Also, if you have a moment to spare,  Seducing His Senator and Where Have All The Cowboys Gone are up for reader's votes on the Preditor and Editor poll.   You can vote here and will have to confirm with your email. http://critters.org/predpoll/novelr.shtml     High On The Mountain is holding strong in Romance Short Story, but I'd love support there too.  http://critters.org/predpoll/shortstoryr.shtml             I started working on my next entry for SYTYCW which, if it goes the same as last year, mea...

The new year is starting off with a win!   My western/native romances are topping the charts! Be the first person who can correctly guess what these numbers stand for and win a Native American Dream Catcher.  *I'll give you a hint, they mean my dreams have come true on Amazon *                                                                        31,34,51,68, 93  Make a guess!

    So many things to tell you about this Monday.  Like many of you, I've been busy trying to get all my Christmas ducks in a row. I had no idea what this would really mean...   I've almost made myself sick trying to make sure I  please the masses of my family.  That's not what this special holiday is about, but we all fall for the trappings of commercialism and good ole guilt.  (Guilt, oh how I flipping hate you.)    Anyway, last night we went to a beautiful Christmas party and Santa was there handing out gifts.  This dude was the real deal. I've never seen a better Santa.  Only he gifted my eight year old daughter boxing gloves.  (Okay, so yes, I supplied the gloves for  both daughter and son) Well, all the other girls got Barbies, stuffed toys, make up.  It crushed her. She cried her little heart out to the ducks. (this party took place on a small farm and I found her crying to ducks)  I almo...

Finally, and thank you for being patient with me.  The continuation of Snow Fire's journey is here!  This is a short, 13k novella that takes us further into Erin's life as Snow Fire, wife to the passionate Cheyenne chief.   This story ends on a cliff hanger, don't hate me, but sometimes it's fun to leave you on the edge of your seat.  This is an angsty little read that I hope you enjoy. http://www.amazon.com/Children-Horse-Quiet-Earth-Journey-ebook/dp/B019EKUG9G/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1450220579&sr=1-2&keywords=Children+of+the+horse

Happy Tuesday.  My husband calls me often from his office and for some reason, today he brings up an age old debate that has gone on for several years in our house.   The Frozen Turkey dilemma.  Well, I figured I'd bring the debate to my readers and get your opinion on who was right and wrong.  We were driving home and spot a large white object in the road.  I get out and pick up a fully frozen, still wrapped Butterball turkey.  A big sucker and pricey too.  I get in the car with this thing, giggling because its not every day you find your road kill already cleaned, packaged and ready to eat. Hubby looks at this bird and enthusiastically declares that he doesn't have to go buy us one for Thanksgiving now.  Like hell.  I'm NOT  chancing cooking a turkey that I  have no idea where it came from, how it got in the road etc, etc...  oh, we playfully argue over this for some time.  He insist it fell out o...