Monday, 10 July 2017

Heartwarmingly beautiful & sexy tale


WOW! What a heartwarming, beautiful tale of two people struggling through the pain of unexpected disasters. I promise you that you will cheer for Kaylah & Salem to come together, their characters being so finely drawn by the author. Long past reading this page turner you will remember them. And wish them well. Not to mention the story is spicy hot with sexy, powerful scenes set against an intriguing backdrop. A Guinness World Record idea never held more merit! Throw in an unexpected plot twist that makes perfect sense in hindsight, one that you’ll never see coming or at least I didn’t, and you have the real deal. I look forward, with pleasure, to reading more books by this fine author.

*I was so into this book, I read it in 2 hours Sunday afternoon!

Monday, 19 June 2017

Big Day!!!

Hi All, hope this post finds you happy! Just wanting to share with you that June 20th is the BIG DAY!!! For it's the day Totally Bound releases the first book in the new Brass Ringers series, Winning Casey. Thought I might share with you an excerpt. Wishing you a wonderful day! :-)

Hugs, January

“Yet it isn’t the gold that I’m wanting

So much as just finding the gold.”

Robert Service

Casey glared at the stuffed moose head and it stared right back at her, its one broken antler leering.

“What are you looking at? You think this is easy? Who piles this many friggin’ rocks over their treasure, anyway? Yeah, yeah, I know—someone trying to hide it.”

She took a deep breath, adjusted her white and blue striped canvas work gloves and inserted the heavy red-tipped crowbar under the final stone slab. Air hissed out of her mouth and nose as she exerted her back and thigh muscles to the task, straining to pry it loose.


She sniffed loudly, her nose dripping. The damn soot-covered rocks had been in use as a fire pit. Give it to Hefty, though—clever ruse.

Ignoring the black soot, she leaned against the huge pile of stones and wiped her nose on her hoodie sleeve before shining her flashlight onto Hefty McGee’s journal. She thumbed through the tattered pages, still confident that the university wouldn’t miss the dusty old thing for one weekend.

“Hmm, says here Hefty won a moose head from a saloon keeper in a card game right here in Dawson City. Furthermore, that you lost that antler in the ensuring fistfight when it turned out that the gambler was a poor loser. Know anything about that?”

She tucked the journal back into her hoodie then reinserted the crowbar.

“Okay, here goes!” She attacked the slab with all her might. A loud squeal of protest as rock ground against rock. Ah, it moved. Just another few inches. Grunting, she pushed harder until the heavy cover slid off enough that she could shine her flashlight inside the hole pickaxed into the cave floor.

The sight of a large rotted pile of leather securely wrapped and tied with a cord quickened her breath. On top, weighing the package down, was a small smooth rock, and underneath it a torn piece of brown butcher paper. She pulled it out and shone the light on it.

She read the faded handwritten words aloud, figuring the moose had a right to know, as well. “‘Abandon hope all ye who steals Soapy’s Gold. It be cursed. Gave me the pox. Hefty McGee.’” Casey chuckled, despite the discomfort of the past few hours of digging in the tight, damp quarters, and gave the moose head a glance. “Just proves, old man, I’m in the right place!”

She thrust her arm inside the large hole in the cave floor and tugged on the heavy parcel. Damn, not enough room to lift it out. The blasted stone needed to be moved farther over. She glanced back at the doorway of the cave. Only a short while and the spring waters of the rising Yukon River would flood the low-lying cave.

“Be nice if you could lend a hand, buster.” She directed her comments at the moose head. It was beginning to creep her out, staring down at her with glassy, lifeless eyes. Okay, so perhaps coming alone had not been so smart, but she needed to know if all her research was going to pay off. And, just maybe, it was about to. Big-time.

The pry bar slipped as the rock jerked under the extreme pressure. It swung in an upward arc toward the moose head, pitching her forward as it did so. It also hit the beast a solid blow on its huge bulbous nose, knocking it loose from its perch on the rock wall and right down onto her head.

The last thought as pain drilled into her brain was that the old miner who had gone to the trouble to hide his stolen gold in the wilds of Northern Canada might have gotten it right. The curse was effective—if one was a klutz.

Casey woke with a start, shivering uncontrollably. Her head pounded from a possible concussion and her clothes were soaking wet. She blinked hard, gingerly touching the top of her skull, and felt a lump as large as a goose egg under her platinum braid of hair. Damn. If she had a mirror she could tell her if her eyes were dilated. But at least there was no blood. She rummaged in her pocket for her cell phone and checked the time. Double damn. She’d been out for more than an hour!

As her vision cleared, she focused on the cave’s entrance. Waves slapping around the opening made her heart race. Swallowing hard against the shock and the pain, she struggled to pull herself to a sitting position. Her brain swam with the effort and she punched the downed moose right in its over-sized moth-eaten nose.

“It’s all your fault! If you weren’t already dead…” Casey threatened. She managed to get to her feet by holding on to the clammy moss-covered stone wall. Trickles of moisture created darkened trails down the ancient walls, dampening her palms.

A flash of something sliding by the doorway drew her attention. Her boat! Left tied to a tree on shore, with the rising waters it’d somehow managed to work itself free. Headache forgotten, she splashed through the frigid water, lunging to snatch hold of it before it drifted away in the current. Swaying dizzily, she managed to tug it inside the cave’s broad mouth. Thank goodness the cave floor sloped down toward the river, otherwise her transport might have floated away while she was knocked out.

She held hard to the canoe’s frayed rope, maneuvering the sixteen-foot boat closer to the treasure. Once she tied it securely to an outcropping of rock, she hauled the offending moose head off to the side, grateful the one good antler hadn’t pierced her skull. She relaunched her efforts to retrieve the booty. Thank God her flashlight was still intact and working.

“No fucking way I’m leaving here without my gold!” she muttered. “God damn it—move, won’t you!” she exclaimed in frustration, pushing as hard as she could manage. It was now or never. At least the weight training was paying off. She put everything behind the effort, every muscle in her body struggling and screaming at her to give it up already.

With an ominous creak like a banshee screaming in the wind, she inched the stone lid off bit by bit, the pit reluctant to give up its treasure. Finally, against the clock, Casey jolted the stone lid far enough off to allow her full access to what lay beneath. With a tug at the rotted string that bound the package, she thrust it out of the way and pushed her hand inside to pull apart the decayed leather.

She froze and took a deep breath, heart hammering. Was this the moment? Would all her intensive research now pay off? Or was it an elaborate hoax set up by an ornery old conman with a wicked sense of humor?

She touched it reverently, a laying-on-of-hands. Took a deep breath.

This was it. The moment of truth.

And yet, she hesitated, her hands trembling. So much rode on this. Finding the treasure would fund another adventure, her life’s blood. Give her the freedom she needed. Craved.

Open it already!

Okay. Stop shouting at me.

The war within quieted as she slowly peeled back the edges of the musty old covering. Was that a choir of angels singing? No, just her imagination working overtime. Whispers from the past upping the roaring clamor in her head as the color revealed itself.

Shiny yellow nuggets. Gold! Soapy’s stolen hoard!

The nuggets gleamed brightly under the flashlight’s beam. Nestled between the lumps of gold, someone had packed old leather pouches filled with gold dust. She’d found it! She swallowed hard. Glanced back at the cave’s entrance.

Crap. The water was rising. Faster.

Hurriedly, she scooped up the heavy nuggets and packets, flinging them into her backpack and glancing back at the cave’s entrance every few seconds to make sure she could still free herself. Running out of room in the pack, she pulled another black carryall from the canoe’s bottom and loaded it. At the last possible second, she threw in the moose head, knowing she was being loopy. The damn thing must weigh twenty-five pounds, broken antler or not, but he’d helped point the way.

Tuesday, 30 May 2017

Writing for Kindle Worlds

Well, let me share this with y’all. Been quite a ride this past few weeks learning about the process of writing a book for Kindle Worlds. Whether you receive an invite or just decided to write a story for the series of your choosing, you will need to conforms to the rules laid out for that particular series. In my case, The Omega Team series by the incomparable Desire Holt was the one I was happily and honored to receive an invitation to write for: The Omega Team by Desiree Holt
You will next need to create your own or order a professional cover from an artist of your choosing. I was lucky enough to have Kelly Ann Martin agree to come onboard!
Then, your manuscript needs to be professionally edited. My book needed to be totally ready for a December release 2017, so for me I required six months to write and edit it to have it ready in plenty of time to keep the stress monkey off my back!
So, the good news is I’ve finished the prequel, RACING PERIL, for Kindle Worlds and am now involved in writing a full series, The Tetrad Group of stories for Totally Bound (first book: RACING the TIDE) that will tie the who idea together!
If anyone has questions, just ask! I learned a lot and found the experience quite exhilarating!
Here’s Kelly’s cover:

Wishing everyone a wonderful day!

Hugs, January Bain

Storyteller for Totally Bound Publishing

Wednesday, 1 March 2017

New Beginnings!

I have spent the better part of this winter beginning a new series: The BRASS RING SORORITY series. Please join me for my new journey as I make my way to having this series published! Below find the synopsis for the series that has 8 books planned. The first titled: WINNING CASEY

If The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen was Canadian and female, they’d be a little like The Brass Ring Sorority…

Casey Madison’s the founder member of the Brass Ring sorority, an informal globe-trotting sisterhood who promised during their years spent working on their various degrees at the University of Manitoba, Canada, to help one another reach for the brass ring and make their most heartfelt wishes come true.

The Brass Ring Sorority series follows these eight badass, talented and professional women—all with different and valuable skill sets—as they go out into the world. They are committed to following the path least trodden in pursuit of their professional goals and to discovering vast riches during their treasure hunting jaunts. And of course living life to the fullest, embracing the centuries-old adventurers’ spirit much celebrated by pirates and privateers since times untold.

So what if they have their own unorthodox ways of going about things, and don’t take anything or anyone too seriously? They get the job done! And discover love hidden in the most unusual places along the way…
WINNING CASEY by January Bain
If Indiana Jones were female and Canadian, he’d be a little something like Casey Madison...
Passionate and driven, headstrong archaeologist Casey spends her life exploring the world for hidden treasure and ancient artifacts. A free spirit, her dedication to her calling and—let’s be honest—love of a challenge (the impossible is only a starting point, right?) means she’s often in conflict with the more narrow-minded higher-ups at the university where she’s employed as an associate professor. And why that would be astounds her, for she hands some of her booty over to the university’s museum, right? Timetables, rules, university protocols—they all go out of the window when Casey’s hot on the trail.
And this is why she’s not letting Professor Truman Harrison, the new ‘suit’ at the U of M, take over her life. So what if he’s a golden boy like Robert Redford from that old movie Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid and sends her libido skyrocketing? She’s not changing or compromising for any man.
The inscrutable and highly intelligent Truman falls for Casey at first sight, literally, tumbling into a pit at her feet on first meeting. Now, if he as Casey’s new detested department head can just talk her into helping him search for the legendary treasure buried in the Money Pit of Oak Island, N.S., maybe he can also get her to fall into his bed. But first he needs to prove to her he’s not just another tunnel-visioned box-ticking management stooge…
Events conspire to throw the mismatched pair into each other’s company from the word go. From a warning being sent by unknown parties that death awaits them on Oak Island, to Casey’s home being broken into and a priceless manuscript being stolen, fate has them in her sights.
Death threats be damned—working together, the pair discover not one, but two hidden treasures. One they promise to return to its owner, but the other is up for grabs, that is, until a pair of thieves show up and steal it at gunpoint. Casey does not give up that easily, stubbornness being an enshrined family trait after all, and brilliantly saves the day aided by Truman. Okay, so maybe he was the one to actually tackle the bad guys first. Maybe Truman isn’t the stuffed suit Casey originally thought. Turns out he has a wicked sense of humor that aligns with hers, too.
Just as the opposites-attract pair grow closer, Truman’s ex-wife shows up, pregnant and insisting the child is his. He agrees to stand by his ex and Casey backs away, hurt by the betrayal but determined to do the right thing.
But the romance of this scorching-hot couple proves to have all the twists, turns, false starts and trick corners of a multicursal labyrinth. Luckily, both Casey and Truman have no small skill and a little bit of practice in navigating those...
Part madcap caper, part serious treasure hunting, the Brass Ringers never fail to entertain or get their way!