Thursday, September 9, 2021

Teddy bears and mysteries...

 It started with the law-bear...

Spurred on by the abuse that happened to Norah, Phoenix immersed herself in the work of the domestic violence shelter. And there was always plenty of work to keep her from returning to the farm until late each night. She didn't want to face the teddy bear in a suit that CJ had given her, yet she didn't want to move the stuffed bear from her bedside table either. Her ambiguity about the bear reflected her mixed up feelings of wanting to make love with CJ again but not wanting him in her life. 

As their love grew, so did the collection of teddy bears...

Over the next few days, the collection of teddy bears on Phoenix's nightstand multiplied. When she laughed and said she needed a bigger nightstand, CJ showed up with a wide shelf and installed it for her. Then he brought a little tree house and added it to the shelf. 

And the citizens of Halo discovered the last piece of the puzzle of why Bernie died.


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Monday, September 6, 2021

Read a Book Day with Puzzle Piece #9--who's the shooter?

As Thomas stared at the blood-stained spot where Johnny had fallen, a need for revenge burned away the emptiness in his gut. He scanned the landscape around them, then focused on a nearby ridge. "I know where the shooter set up." 

The family stood in silence for a few moments. Perhaps reliving other times they had waited for news about a loved one who had been shot. Bernie, Collin, and now Johnny. Perhaps their family was being targeted.

Book 8 in the 
Bernie's Legacy series of
romantic mysteries 

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Friday, September 3, 2021

Puzzle piece #8


Who is this disturbed woman

who showed up suddenly

in the life of the O'Sheas?

Is she acting on her own

or is someone using her for revenge?


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Saturday, August 14, 2021

Dog Days Continue

 The dog days of summer continue in my corner of the world with record-breaking temperatures. My doggies are taking short breaks outside, then back inside where it's cooler. For humans looking for projects to stay cool, how about reading a book set in cool weather?

The Bodyguard: A reluctant love story...

The short drive to Mt. Hood passed mostly in companionable silence. However, once snowflakes started falling, Julia sat up straighter in her seat. "The snow is so beautiful. I could sit for hours and watch the flakes come down." 

"So why don’t you live in snow country?" Mitch glanced at Julia before returning his attention to the packed snow surface of the road. 

"More jobs in the valley." 

They lapsed into silence once more. Julia watched the snow deepening along the road as they drove closer to the mountain. Once in the parking area, Mitch helped Julia strap on the skis, patiently sliding along beside her as she adjusted to the awkwardness of having something attached to her feet that was as long as she was tall. 

"How long does it take to get used to these?" Julia laughed as her feet tangled together. She would have landed on her fanny in the snow if Mitch hadn’t caught her under the arms. 

"We spend most of the winter on skis in Idaho," Mitch said. "After a while, it feels funny not to be wearing them." 

Other things feel funny too, Julia thought, as Mitch’s nearness stirred a fluttering in her belly. She was a free woman now. She didn’t have the excuse of being legally tied to another man to stop her from pursuing a relationship with Mitch. So why did she hesitate? 

"I’ll race you to those trees." Mitch indicated a stand of tall fir trees pointing like giant green arrows toward the sky. "Do you want a head start?" 

"How about if I just tumble forward instead of trying to stay upright?" 

Mitch smiled. "Last one there is a mushy snowball." 

(EXCERPT from THE BODYGUARD; copyright Genie Gabriel)

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Thirteen Magic Pumpkin Seeds: currently available as part of Season of the Witch, a Halloween anthology. 

Coming as a standalone October 1! 

Overhead, the naked branches of oak trees rattled in the stiff breeze, promising a chilly Halloween day and perhaps spooky times this evening. To Finn, the trees seemed to watch him. Waiting for him to trip over their gnarly roots or slip on the leaves that had been shed onto the spongy ground beneath his feet. Providing proof he could never be as good as his brother or live up to Ethan's example. Unless he agreed to the military's proposal.

(EXCERPT from THIRTEEN MAGIC PUMPKIN SEEDS, in the Halloween anthology, SEASON OF THE WITCH; copyright Genie Gabriel)

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Picture Perfect Legacy: romantic suspense

Don't take my baby. Please don't take my baby. The woman's plea whispered in the steady swish, swish of the wipers. Her image wavered among the falling flakes of snow, horror streaking in anguished tears down her face. 

Marly O'Shea shivered and forced her attention back to the narrow, twisting road grudgingly carved out of the side of the mountain. 

The heater of her Jeep Wrangler valiantly battled the fingers of icy air creeping through the gaps in a canvas top that seemed to shrink each summer while it lay bundled in Marly's garage. She much preferred the heated summer breezes that tangled her over-curly hair in wild abandon to the frigid winds laying icy sheets of moisture in the dips and shadows of the road she now traveled. 

A gust of angry wind blasted around a curve, rattling the canvas top of the Jeep. The flurries of snow grew heavier, layering the road in a relentless white. Marly shifted into a lower gear and concentrated on what she could see of the road illuminated by her headlights. 

Until she realized the headlights careening through the darkness weren't hers. They bore down on her, like a missile seeking its target. 

(EXCERPT from PICTURE PERFECT LEGACY; copyright Genie Gabriel)

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Something Better: Collie Chronicles, book 3

The wind and rain lashed at the windows of the old castle as Chessie watched from inside. The first eclipse since the refugees had been transported from the Penumbral Dimension was expected soon. Many among them stared intently at the storm. Others paced. A few walked the shapes of the merkaba at one end of the great hall.

This is no ordinary storm, Chap told her. I sense a dark energy at work.

"I feel it too," Chessie said. "I thought the old gray dog, Rhagnall, said the city was protected."

Something has shifted. More than a storm is brewing.

(EXCERPT from SOMETHING BETTER; copyright Genie Gabriel)

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Saturday, July 31, 2021

MUTTS = Most Unusual Type of Tail-wagger


When humans call me a mutt, their top lip is usually curled like a growling dog warning you away from their bone.

But I think MUTT means Most Unusual Type of Tail-Wagger. Unique. Special. 

I don't know any other dog like me. I'm big with shaggy hair falling over my eyes that's kind of a dirty brown color. That's 'cause I don't have a human family to wash me or take me to the groomer's. I get by OK but I do have a Little Buddy I worry about. 

I protect him from mean dogs who roam the streets in packs. Little dogs are easy targets to trade to humans for food. But the little dogs disappear and never come back. I don't want that to happen to my Little Buddy.

I dream of a place where we can be safe. With plenty of food and humans who take good care of us. Do you think such a place exists?


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Thursday, July 22, 2021

Dogs are the beloved stars in the heavens of their humans


I'm an old dog now and my body doesn't always do what I want it to. Oh, I nap quite well--better than when I was a younger dog. But Momma has to help me up to get a drink of water or go into the yard to do my business. 

She says it's an honor to take care of me, but sometimes she cries and wishes I could live forever. I remind her that I will live forever. We all do. That we have been together since she was a little girl and even before that. Sometimes in physical form and sometimes in spirit. But humans can forget and get stuck in the sorrow.

That's when another doggie kiss can remind her I'm still around. Not to replace me or any other doggie she has loved, but to remind her not to forget The Dream. The dream that belongs to all of us--the doggies and humans who have loved for many life times.

Besides, she writes about us in books. Not just to remind herself of how much love we have shared, but to let other humans know their fur babies are always with them. We are the beloved stars in the heavens of our humans--and sometimes we spend physical life times hogging their beds!


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Monday, July 12, 2021

"Iridescent eyes can see a new future..."

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“Did you notice anything unusual about the children?” Freyja asked of Maeve as they cleaned up paints and straightened books after the children had moved on to other activities.

Maeve raised an eyebrow as she looked at her new friend and colleague. “I’ve not been around children much, so may not be the best person to answer. But now I’m curious why you asked that question?”

“Emerson and I watched the arrivals and departures on the Penumbral Dimension closely. Most of the arrivals were babies or children about age six. The babies usually came with guardians and many times left again during the same eclipse. When the older children arrived, they were generally alone, and I don’t recall any of them leaving again. I wondered if there was something about these children we were missing. Something a relative stranger would be able to spot.”

Maeve’s brow crinkled for a moment as she connected with the wisdom of her shamanic ancestors. “The beautiful, iridescent eyes of these children can see a new future. A better way of being. If they are in an environment that does not welcome this vision, their behaviors may seem without reason to those who cannot see a different way.”

Freyja nodded thoughtfully. “Yet in the shadows of the Penumbral Dimension that most see as hopeless, none of those behaviors showed up, such as the seizures some of the children mentioned having. The children eagerly attended the school Emerson and I set up to keep them from being bored. They can survive in nature by foraging for edible wild plants. They know how to build a shelter and find fresh water as well as start a fire and protect themselves with make-shift weapons. More than learning how to survive most circumstances, these children grew into young adults practicing how to turn challenges into something better.”

Once again nodding, Freyja grew excited as she recalled what the children had done. “We built greenhouses to have a more stable food supply. Drilled deep into the earth to tap geothermal energy as a power source to heat the greenhouses as well as provide lighting for the darkened streets. We recycled the water used for washing clothes to water the plants. Nothing was wasted. Scraps of everything were recycled and repurposed. Fortunately, some of us still had access to the technology on Earth Five and even improved what was available in that dimension, such as the thorium vehicles we used to escape when everything collapsed.”

“So the school in the Penumbral Dimension was perfect in preparing these children–who are now young adults–to build a better world here on Celtic Zero,” Maeve said.

“Exactly,” Freyja answered. “All came together perfectly.”

Maeve and Freyja looked at each other. “Humbling, isn’t it?”

“So where were the children in the intervening years between when they disappeared as babies and came back to the Penumbral Dimension when they were six years old?”

Copyright Genie Gabriel

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Tuesday, July 6, 2021

July 6 is International Kissing Day...with a shiver of suspense (and puzzle piece #7)

The romance...

Shiloh loved Boston. Its history. Its quaint little shops. The mix and hustle of many different cultures. While she was growing up, her parents had kept a house because they thought they should. However, as soon as Shiloh went to college, her parents sold the house and moved into a condo near Massachusetts General Hospital where they both worked. 

The condo was beautiful in a sleek, modern way, with a wonderful view of trees curving along the water's edge and skyscrapers in the background. A few familiar photos lined the mantel of a gas fireplace, and some of the finer pieces of furniture came from their old house. 

However, the condo didn't cuddle her with handmade quilts or offer home baked cookies. It could have been any stranger's house, and Shiloh didn't want to be alone here. 

"Can you stay awhile?" Shiloh touched Jeremiah's forearm, and a flash of awareness shot up her arm. Danger of a different sort. 

Slowly, Jer set her bags down, his gaze never leaving hers. His eyes were dark chocolate. Decadent and tempting. A glow started in Shiloh's belly as Jer straightened. Caressed her cheek with his fingertips. Then his lips whispered over hers, nibbling across her bottom lip before testing her top lip with his tongue.


Shiloh sighed as her lips parted and she melted into Jeremiah's arms. All her fantasies from the airplane flight returned in vivid, breathing color. 

(Copyright Genie Gabriel, from Legacy Under Fire,

book 6 of the Bernie's Legacy series of romantic mysteries)

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Saturday, July 3, 2021

Let's Celebrate the Dog Days of Summer!

The dog days of summer started early in our little doggie world. My human was hiding in the house from what she says are "record-breaking temperatures." I don't have a problem settling down for a nap no matter the temp outside. At least until meal time. Speaking of which--I think I smell something cooking. Wonder if we'll have pancakes...

Personal note from Genie Gabriel: My Dasha loves pancakes. Yes, she eats healthy home-cooked meals and raw food most of the time, but pancakes are a special treat once in a while.

Sunday, June 27, 2021

June 27 is Sunglasses Day!


June 27 is Sunglasses Day!

Will we need sunglasses in Oregon on June 27? 

With all the cloudy, rainy weather 

we have had so far this June,

that's a very good question!

However, all the band members 

on the covers of my 

Rock'n'Romance series 

have sunglasses. 

They are prepared!

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1--The Rock Star

2--The Bodyguard (print version under the title, Unlikely Angel)

3--The Leader of the Band

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Sunday, June 20, 2021

Puzzle Piece #6 from Bernie's Legacy romantic suspense series


If you haven't seen the first pieces of the puzzle from Bernie's Legacy, my romantic suspense books, you can check them out here (first piece), second piecethird piece, fourth piece and fifth piece. These puzzle pieces started out on Puzzle Day, January 29, 2021, and reflect my love of puzzles. 

The Bernie's Legacy series of ten books solves a piece of the puzzle in each book. However, the question posed in the first book, "Why did you do it?"--and whodunnit--is not resolved until the tenth book in the series. 

This piece of the puzzle from CHALLENGING THE LEGACY:  Who is this "poisonous" woman? Does her coldness go beyond destroying those who get in the way of what she wants?

I hope you have fun "puzzling out" the pieces of this series. 

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Tuesday, June 15, 2021


For a smile--or to laugh out loud--check out 


Doggone fun! Come to Aunt Maddie's castle, where exploding inventions, hilarious misadventures and sweet romance are part of everyday life for a cast of zany characters and the dogs who talk to them!

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Friday, June 11, 2021

A New Giveaway--Win eBooks & a Kindle!

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Tuesday, June 1, 2021

Is Your Pet Ready for an Emergency?


Last year, my area in Oregon was hit with wildfires during the summer and an ice storm with extended power outages as winter's last hurrah. Fortunately, the wildfires turned about 20 miles to the east of us and our power was restored after 32 hours. We were luckier than many. 

Amid the disruption of human lives were the stories of pets. Owners seeking shelter with their animals found sanctuary at the fairgrounds. Local shelters stepped up to take in lost pets and help reunite them with their families. 

The need to be prepared to leave our homes at a moment's notice or survive without heat or power became a reality in the normally sheltered lives of many. 

However, major disasters aren't all I prepare for. If one of my doggies gets sick in the middle of the night, I want to know how to handle most things without trying to find an emergency veterinarian clinic that's open. So I have basic first aid supplies on hand for pets as well as humans. I'm also becoming an herbalist so I have the knowledge and herbs to treat my dogs naturally, if possible. 

What's your comfort level in being prepared for emergencies? Here's a link to an article and checklist in the Canine Journal that may help you decide what supplies to have on hand and what preparations can best help yourself and your pets in an emergency. You can also check other online sites for tips on how to prepare for possible disasters or just to make day-to-day living easier.


Wednesday, May 26, 2021

A Month for Moms & Memories


In accepting a most unusual proposal, Tallie O'Shea didn't take the usual route to becoming a mom...

    A permanent family. A dad, a mom, and kids. Bernie was the dad and he had the kids. But who would be the mom? Who would marry a hot-tempered cop trying to change his ways and adopt the boys he rescued from squalor?

    "Do you want to trade working in a tavern for a house with a white picket fence?”

    A flicker of disbelief registered in her eyes.

    The woman’s gaze locked with Bernie’s as memories of her own jolted pain through her heart. 

    Tempting. So tempting. A cop could keep her safe, right? And she wanted kids so badly. Wanted a chance to be a good mom. “Just what would you expect from this arrangement?”

    “I want to get married right away so the adoptions of Collin and Patrick can move forward. But I also want a real marriage–sleeping in the same bed, cheering the kids on at soccer games, squabbling over what to watch on television. You decide when you want to be intimate. I won’t push you and I’ll always be faithful to you.”

    Bernie paused and grinned. “But I don’t want to still be celibate on our twenty-fifth anniversary.”

    Bernie’s grin was Tallie’s undoing. So maybe this man had history, but also a sense of playfulness. That was why she agreed to his proposal.

    Or maybe it was because of the chill that crept up her spine when she ran through the darkness to her car and peered through the windows before climbing inside.

(Excerpt from Challenging the Legacy)

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Friday, May 21, 2021

Puzzle Piece #5 of Bernie's Legacy romantic mysteries series


If you haven't seen the first pieces of the puzzle from Bernie's Legacy, my romantic suspense books, you can check them out here (first piece), second piecethird pieceand fourth piece. These puzzle pieces started out on Puzzle Day, January 29, 2021, and reflect my love of puzzles. 

The Bernie's Legacy series of ten books solves a piece of the puzzle in each book. However, the question posed in the first book, "Why did you do it?"--and whodunnit--is not resolved until the tenth book in the series. 

This piece of the puzzle from CHASING THE LEGACY:  Who caused so much destruction? Who are the others out there?

I hope you have fun "puzzling out" the pieces of this series. 

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Saturday, May 8, 2021

Travel this weekend to different dimensions!

 Want to travel this weekend? Check out the Publisher's Special on Bargain Booksy today <>. Only 99 cents for digital formats of my latest release, SOMETHING BETTER. In moments, you can be traveling through the dimensions to other worlds with beautiful Collie dogs!

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Tuesday, May 4, 2021

Be Kind to Animals Week


    Again the next day, Maddie hoped to see the little dog at the shelter, but he didn’t make an appearance. So while the children and Daphne ate lunch, Maddie set out toward the


    “Where are you going, Miz Maddie?” The teenaged boy followed her out of the building.

    She considered him for a moment, wondering if he would frighten the little dog farther away. Then decided to give the boy a chance to prove himself. “To look for the little black and white dog.”

    A odd look crossed Devon’s face, then he took the lead on the narrow trail into the woods. “I’ve seen him sometimes in a tangle of blackberry bushes about a half mile into these trees.”

    They walked in silence for a time.

    “What are you going to do if we find him?” The kid asked.

    “When we find him, I’m going to convince him he wants to come home with me.”

    “Lucky dog,” Devon muttered.

    A short distance later, the kid slowed down. “It’s right up ahead. Maybe you should go first so I don’t scare him.”

    Maddie frowned at Devon and he half-shrugged in apology.

    “Hey, my doggie friend!” Maddie called. “Will you come out and see me?”

    Maddie continued to talk to the dog as she walked slowly around the berry bushes. “I don’t see him.”

    “Wait. I think I do.” The kid squatted down. “See? About ten feet into those bushes. There’s something black and white. Come on, little fella, growl at me or something.”

    “Is he moving?” Maddie asked. “What if he’s hurt?”

    “I’ll crawl in and see.”

    “Be careful.”

    With a slight smile, Devon got down on his hands and knees and crawled slowly toward the black and white object he had seen.

    “Can you see if he’s hurt?” Maddie stood on her toes and tried in vain to see the little dog.

    “Almost there.” The kid’s voice sounded muffled as he crawled further into the tangle of bushes.

    The silence pulsed worry through Maddie’s veins until Devon called out. “He’s alive.”

    “Thank goodness! Can you get him out of there?”

    “I’ll put him on my jacket and use that as a kind of stretcher to pull him out.” 

    After what seemed like a dog’s age, Devon emerged backwards, dragging his coat with its precious cargo.

    “He doesn’t look good,” Devon commented.

    Maddie had to agree. The little dog lay so still, emitting an occasional whimper. Dried blood discolored one of his front legs. “I’m going to take him to the vet.”

    Don’t let them put me to sleep!

    Maddie touched the little guy’s head. “You tell me what you want when we get there.”

    Devon volunteered to go with Maddie and sit in the back seat beside the little dog.

    When they arrived at the clinic, the receptionist began asking questions Maddie had no idea to answer. “What’s the dog’s name?”

    Mr. Razzles.

    “Mr. Razzles,” Maddie repeated.

    “Date of birth?” the receptionist asked.

    Maddie relayed what Razzles told her, and did the same with the rest of the questions. Until she asked when his last vaccinations were.

    I don’t like shots, Razzles said.

    “I don’t want you to get sick,” Maddie responded.

    “Pardon me?” the receptionist asked.

    Maddie faked a smile. “He’s been living on his own and I don’t have much information about him.”

    One of the receptionist’s eyebrows lifted. “Do you want to just leave him?”

    A horrified look echoed the distress in Maddie’s heart at the thought of abandoning the little dog. “I’ll be paying his expenses, if that’s what you’re asking, and he’ll be coming home with me.”

    “Not everyone is as generous and kind as you. Mr. Razzles could have some serious injuries.”

    “He’ll be coming home with me,” Maddie repeated.   

    The receptionist smiled. “He’s a lucky dog.”

Copyright Genie Gabriel