The Fallen Body Excerpt & Giveaway

thefallenbodyRelease date: November 5th 2013
Publisher: Xlibris

Taylour Dixxon, a modern day small-town lawyer in the beautiful hilly country of Central Texas, befriends Sarah Cockrell Baines, a New Jersey socialite and millionairess.

As their friendship begins, Sarah is arrested for the murder of her husband and is put into jail. When Taylour volunteers to defend Sarah, she has no idea that her struggling solo practice in the sleepy, fictional, small town of Marlinsville, Texas, will be turned upside down.

From a lovable, adolescent nephew who moves in with her, to a hired assassin who is determined to hide the truth, and a handsome Texas Ranger who becomes the object of affection in a love triangle between the two friends, Taylour’s life will never be the same.goodreads-badge-add-plus-d700d4d3e3c0b346066731ac07b7fe47

About the Author
Stone Patrick is a pseudonym for Taylor Stonely, who has a day job working for a financial services company. He received a BS degree from Brigham Young in 1991 and an MBA degree from the University of Phoenix in 2002. He currently resides in north Texas with his wife and four children. While he is a frequent blogger on his website,, “The Fallen Body” is his debut suspense novel.


Just as Taylour was about to pick up her fork and dive in, Sarah asked if she could say grace.

“Lord, we thank thee for this meal that thou hast provided, and the hands that have helped prepare it. We thank thee, Father, for all that thou hast given us this day. For old friendships, and new.” She squeezed Taylour’s hand, and continued.

“Lord, we now ask thee to watch over us, to protect us from evil, and to keep us always on the path of righteousness.” Taylour cleared her throat and swallowed. Sarah continued.

“Finally, Lord, we ask thee to–“

The front door slammed open. It rocked the foundation with such force that it nearly broke off the hinges. Men in black streamed in, guns pointing and sweeping the corners. Yells of “Texas Rangers, don’t move!” reverberated off the walls. Taylour dived under the table, but Sarah remained seated, unmoving. The lead shooter aimed his weapon squarely at Taylour’s head, and then shouted, “Get up! Get up off the floor! Now!”

Taylour hastened to comply, her hands behind her head. “What is going on?”

Sounds of “Clear!” throughout the house, but no one answered Taylour’s question, which seemed to hang in the air.

“I demand to know what is going on here!”

“All clear!” yelled the lead shooter, and then a tall man with thick gray hair emerged. He was wearing a non-descript suit and tie, with a slight bump under his right arm. He had a small but distinctive scar on his right temple. He replaced his Glock 17 into his chest holster with his left hand and marched towards Taylour with his badge in his right hand, which he promptly put back in his pocket. Taylour’s blood boiled, and just as she was about to let out another protest, he stopped her with his index finger. “Are you Sarah Baines?” he asked.

“What? There’s no Sarah Baines–“

“How did you find me?”

They both turned to see Sarah, still seated. Her hands were flat on the table, and she sat unmoving, not from fear, but from acceptance of her fate. She finally pushed herself away and asked again, “How did you find me so quickly?”

The tall man pulled a photo from his suit pocket. He squinted at the photo, then back at Sarah.

“You changed your hair. It used to be platinum blond, if this picture is accurate.” Sarah’s hair was black, jet black, and she had it cut to the length of her shoulders. A feeling of dread came over Taylour. Who is this person?

The tall man motioned for Taylour to sit down. “Philip Davidson, Texas Rangers. We have been looking for a fugitive, someone by the name of Sarah Baines, a.k.a. Sarah Cockrell. She is sitting at this table, and I am here to arrest her.”

“On what charges, Mr. Davidson?” Taylour said.

“Are you her lawyer?” he smirked.

“As a matter of fact, I am.”

Sarah looked at Taylour with pleading in her eyes. Taylour gave her a curt nod, set her jaw, and leaned towards Philip Davidson, staring him straight in the eye.

He squinted right back at Taylour and gave her a hard smile. Without looking in Sarah’s direction, he said crisply, “Sarah Cockrell Baines, you are under arrest for the murder of Neal Baines, your husband.”


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Crave by Sierra Cartwright Excerpt and Giveaway

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She still craved him… The sight of a collar in her boyfriend’s drawer had stunned Sarah. Panicking, she had fled. But no other man has ever been his equal.

Two years ago, the woman he’d hoped to collar and marry disappeared. So Reece McRae is stunned to find his former girlfriend on her knees, behaving as the submissive he’d always wanted.

Is it too late? He should refuse her, but an undeniable sexual attraction consumes him.

Sarah had been under Reece’s spell from the moment she met him. When she found a steel collar in his drawer, she panicked. The idea of a lifetime of his relentless demands, sensual and otherwise, suffocated her.

In the years they’ve been apart, she hasn’t met his equal. Now, convinced one last night will vanquish his memory, she sets out to seduce him.

The Reece she returns to is even more determined to have his way. Is she now strong enough, brave enough, to surrender to his love?

Reader Advisory: This book contains sensual torment, flogging, anal sex and sex in public.


“That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard you say. Spectacular in its stupidity. Borderline insane, even. You’ve had some idiotic moments in the last four years, but even for you, this is remarkable.” He waved a hand. “What in the hell are you thinking?”
Sarah hadn’t expected her old friend Julien to be wildly enthusiastic about her request to hook her up with her former boyfriend, but this? “Don’t hold back,” she returned, reaching for the bottle of wine. Like everything in Julien Bonds’ life, the Merlot, a brand she’d never heard of and couldn’t pronounce, was expensive.
“Sweetling, I haven’t even yet begun,” he said as she poured wine into her glass.
“Better than piranha, I should think.”
“Piranha?” she asked, stung. “Is that how you see me?”
“Well, you don’t really have the teeth for it, do you? So I settled for sweetling.”
“That doesn’t fit me, either.”
“You’re right. I’m back to the man-eating carnivore image, then.”
“Sweetling it is,” she agreed.
He grinned. He’d won this skirmish, but she intended to win the bigger battle.
Glass in hand, she sat back and curled her bare legs beneath her. The white leather couch was smooth, soft, more inviting than her host. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. He had agreed to see her, even though she’d had to accommodate his bizarre schedule and leave a party she’d been attending in northern California.
When she’d exited his private elevator, the bottle had already been uncorked and waiting. So he wasn’t completely inhospitable.
Julien pressed his palms together and regarded her across his fingertips. Although it was in the ever-expanding heart of Silicon Valley, his sprawling office suite at 1, Bonds Street was every bit as eclectic as he was. The building itself was only a year old. Rather than opting for a traditional structure, Julien had instructed his team of architects to design something that looked more like a UFO than a corporate headquarters.
This portion of Julien’s space was streamlined, decorated in white, chrome and glass. A shocking blood-red rug that cost at least as much as her yearly mortgage payment was splashed across the white marble floor.
Here he had no clutter, not even a magazine.
His desk was about half of a football field away. Its vast surface was covered with electronics that looked as if they were in various stages of development.
A silk-screened Chinese partition blocked off the back of the room. Behind its expanse, she knew, was a creative and frightening workspace. She’d seen it once and had been taken aback by the disaster. Papers had been scattered on every flat surface, tossed on the floor, tacked to the walls, taped to the tables, wadded and tossed in the general direction of an overflowing garbage can.
A mattress, sheathed with twelve hundred thread-count sheets, lay shoved against a wall. He kept it on hand for the times—days—that he was so involved in a project that he didn’t go home.
It was a good thing his office had a shower and a closet full of suits as well as sweatpants. He could greet the President of the United States or do a presentation to the city council then go back to his slovenly and strange ways, including eating celery and peanut butter for two meals a day.
Still, he was the best sort of friend, and he had been since she’d first met him four years before. He’d had an appointment with her boss, Reece McRae, and he’d apologized for showing up early. She’d stood there, files clutched against her chest, speechless, trapped somewhere between star-struck and awestruck. But Julien had helped himself to a glass of Scotch and had told her tales of his college days with Reece.
In the hour it had taken Reece to arrive, Julien had charmed her and extracted all her secrets. Rather than turn up his nose at her financial struggle to put herself through college, he’d told her he admired her scrappy determination. She’d walked away from the meeting believing none of the nasty things said about him in the press, though he assured her that he really was an evil bastard who chewed the heads off his competitors.
Now, four years later, he’d be the first person she’d call if she needed bail money. She knew he’d insist on hearing all the gritty, salacious details before he sprang her loose. But he’d be there.
“I have to point out that there are more than seven billion people on the planet,” he continued, still regarding her. “I should think at least half of them are men. Even if you discount those who are outside your age range, married or gay, I’d say you could have your choice of, at least five hundred million eligible bachelors.”
“And you want one in specific.”
“Yes.” She took a drink of her wine. Reece.
“There has to be a line of men a dozen deep who want to take you out.”
“I don’t want to go on dates.” She sighed in exasperation. “Are you listening at all?”

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About Sierra Cartwright


Sierra Cartwright was born in Manchester, England and raised in Colorado. Moving to the United States was nothing like her young imagination had concocted. She expected to see cowboys everywhere, and a covered wagon or two would have been really nice!

Now she writes novels as untamed as the Rockies, while spending a fair amount of time in Texas…where, it turns out, the Texas Rangers law officers don’t ride horses to roundup the bad guys, or have six-shooters strapped to their sexy thighs as she expected. And she’s yet to see a poster that says Wanted: Dead or Alive. (Can you tell she has a vivid imagination?)

Sierra wrote her first book at age nine, a fanfic episode of Star Trek when she was fifteen, and she completed her first romance novel at nineteen. She actually kissed William Shatner (Captain Kirk) on the cheek once, and she says that’s her biggest claim to fame. Her adventure through the turmoil of trust has taught her that love is the greatest gift. Like her image of the Old West, her writing is untamed, and nothing is off-limits.

She invites you to take a walk on the wild side…but only if you dare.

Michele Diener’s new book A Dangerous Madness

I am happy to announce the Release of Michele Diener’s newest book: A Dangerous Madness. I really enjoy Michele’s writing and I hope you check this one out!


It’s RELEASE DAY for Michelle Diener’s third book in her Regency London Series, A Dangerous Madness!
A Dangerous MadnessA Dangerous Madness
by Michelle Diener
Adult Historical
May 19th 2014

The Duke of Wittaker has been living a lie…

He’s been spying on the dissolute, discontented noblemen of the ton, pretending to share their views. Now he’s ready to step out of the shadows and start living a real life…but when the prime minister of England is assassinated, he’s asked to go back to being the rake-hell duke everyone believes he still is to find out more.

Miss Phoebe Hillier has been living a lie, too…

All her life she’s played by society’s rules, hiding her fierce intelligence and love of life behind a docile and decorous mask. All it’s gotten her is jilted by her betrothed, a man she thought a fool, though a harmless one. But when she discovers her former fiancé was involved in the plot against the prime minister, and that he’s been murdered, she realizes he wasn’t so harmless after all.

And now the killers have set their sights on her…

The only man who can help her is the Duke of Wittaker–a man she knows she shouldn’t trust. And she soon realizes he’s hiding behind a mask as careful as her own. As the clock ticks down to the assassin’s trial, the pair scramble to uncover the real conspiracy behind the prime minister’s death. And as the pressure and the danger mounts, Phoebe and Wittaker shed their disguises, layer by layer, to discover something more precious than either imagined–something that could last forever. Unless the conspirators desperate to hide their tracks get to them first.

It just so happens that In Defense of the Queen, one of my Tudor-set historicals, is on special offer at the moment on Amazon, down to $0.99 from $4.99. The offer ends on May 24th, so if you like historicals with twists, turns and a lot of suspense, be sure to grab a copy.

I am so excited that my historical novel, A Dangerous Madness, releases today. A Dangerous Madness is set during the Regency period in London, and the plot revolves around the assassination of the British prime minister, Spencer Perceval.


A Dangerous Madness stands alone, but it is also connected to two other of my historical novels, The Emperor’s Conspiracy and Banquet of Lies. The fun part of connecting the novels for me was to revisit characters I love from the previous two books (which are also connected to each other) but introducing those characters so that a reader of A Dangerous Madness doesn’t have to have read the other two books to understand them. The characters have to stand alone, as much as the books do. But for those readers who have read either one or both of the previous books, they’ll see those characters again, and learn a little about what has happened to them since the last book.

I’ve had so many readers contact me and comment on how much they enjoyed catching a glimpse of one or other of their favorite characters, which I really love. And quite a few people who read Banquet of Lies went back to read The Emperor’s Conspiracy, and told me they found it equally satisfying, so readers don’t have to read the books in any particular order.
In this way, connected books are more versatile than a series, because most people are hesitant to read a series out of order, and I totally understand that. I also love that so many people wrote to me after Banquet of Lies, asking if the Duke of Wittaker would get his own story. It was very satisfying to tell them I had started working on it straight after I finished Banquet of Lies. :)
From the beginning of Banquet of Lies, the Duke of Wittaker is mentioned by various characters again and again, although readers only ‘meet’ him near the very end. But when he did arrive on the scene, he made a real impact. I wrote and rewrote the scenes with him in them, because he really shone as a character and I wanted to do him justice. I loved that readers felt the same way, and those who read Banquet of Lies and have been waiting for their Duke of Wittaker fix, I hope they enjoy A Dangerous Madness as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Image of Michelle DienerMichelle Diener writes historical fiction. Her Susanna Horenbout & John Parker series, set in the court of Henry VIII, includes In a Treacherous Court, Keeper of the King’s Secrets and In Defense of the Queen.

Michelle’s other historical novels include Daughter of the Sky, The Emperor’s Conspiracy and Banquet of Lies (loosely connected to The Emperor’s Conspiracy).

Michelle’s first fantasy novel, Mistress of the Wind, is set for a December 23, 2013, release.

Michelle was born in London, grew up in South Africa and currently lives in Australia with her husband and two children.

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