Monday, February 26, 2018

DEEP BLUE releases today!! @McCaffreyKristy #romance #oceanadventure

It's here!! I hope you'll join me on an ocean adventure with a determined shark researcher, a hunky underwater filmmaker, and a bevy of great white sharks.

In the deep blue ocean lives an ancient predator…

Dr. Grace Mann knows great white sharks. As the daughter of an obsessed shark researcher based at the Farallon Islands, Grace spent her childhood in the company of these elegant and massive creatures. When a photo of her freediving with a great white goes viral, the institute where she works seeks to capitalize on her new-found fame by producing a documentary about her work.

Underwater filmmaker Alec Galloway admires Dr. Mann and jumps at the opportunity to create a film showcasing the pretty biologist. As he heads to Guadalupe Island in Baja California Sur for a three-week expedition, it’s clear that his fan-boy crush on Grace is turning into something more serious. But even more pressing—Grace’s passionate focus on the sharks just might get her killed.

How about another excerpt?

“I’ve only had one ex who drew blood,” Alec said. “How’d you get the bite?”

The waitress reappeared with two more tall beakers of beer. She also set a basket of wings on the table. “It’s from John.”

“Thank you,” Grace said, a hungry glint in her gaze as she looked at the food.

The waitress grabbed the previous glasses, now empty, then left them alone once again. Grace unrolled her napkin and removed the silverware tucked inside, then pushed the edge of the white cloth into the neckline of her dress. She grabbed a wing, dipped it into the accompanying cup of ranch dressing, and ate like a ravenous teenage boy.

“Why didn’t you say something?” Alec said.

“What do you mean?” Barbecue sauce smeared her upper lip.

“I’ll buy you dinner if you’re hungry.”

“This isn’t a date, Galloway.”

No, it wasn’t. “Got it,” he said, annoyed by the sting of her comment.

Apparently with Dr. Mann it was two steps forward and one step back. He snatched a wing since she was already on her second one. At the rate she was going, he’d be lucky to get another.

“So?” he prompted, biting into the spicy meat. “The scar?”

“Right. It was a great white.”

“But you said you only freedived that one time in the presence of a white.”

She dropped a carcass of bones back into the basket and licked her fingers. “It happened when I was a kid. My dad spent several months each year stationed at the Farallon Islands researching the whites.” She removed the napkin at her neck, wiped her mouth, then her hands. “Once Chloe and I were old enough, he’d bring us along for a week or two at a time.” She laughed. “My mom hated it. She didn’t think it was safe. My dad and I agreed never to tell her how bad it was when I got bit, but Chloe eventually spilled it. After that, Mom threatened to never let us go again, but Dad eventually wore her down.”

Alec stared at her, slack-jawed. The Farallones—a collection of granite peaks jutting from the Pacific Ocean and known as the Devil’s Teeth—were just a hop, skip, and a jump from San Francisco Bay. The water was undeniably cold year-round, not to mention murky, and the weather was hell most of the time. “You got in the water around the Farallones?” he uttered in stunned disbelief. “When you were a kid?”

She’d finally wiped most of the wing sauce from her appendages, although a faint smear still rested on her cheek. When she looked at him again, she paused, noticing his shock. “It wasn’t on purpose. I was out with Dad on the small outboard he used to visit shark attacks on the seals when the love of his life bumped us. I was perched on the gunwale. It was entirely bad luck.”

“No shit,” he choked out.

“I fell in, and a big beautiful sister sideswiped me, ripping off my lifejacket like it was a piece of tissue. Her teeth grazed my neck enough to slice it open, but thankfully it wasn’t a deep wound.”

“A sister?”

“It’s what the researchers call the large females, the twenty-footers. There’s only ever been a handful of them documented over the years. They generally travel alone and always dominate the feeding grounds.” Her eyes went glassy. “There’s nothing like them anywhere on earth. They’re a sight to behold.”

“How old were you?”

“Twelve. Dad yanked me out before Bonnie came around for another pass.”

Where had he heard that name before?

Recognition surfaced. “I think I know your shark.”

“Really?” Excitement animated her face.

Overcome with an urge to touch her, Alec grabbed his napkin and wiped the sauce from her face. She immediately brushed her fingers across both cheeks, attempting to find anything else left behind.

“You’re good,” he muttered, reluctantly withdrawing his hand.

“Well?” she prompted, her complexion flush in a rosy glow.

But he knew it wasn’t for him. If he’d learned anything about Grace Mann in the last day and a half, it was that it wasn’t just her father who’d had a love affair with great whites—his daughter was head over heels as well.

“I dived the Farallones once, and only once, two years ago. Even now, it still makes my heart skip a beat and my palms sweat.”

Copyright © 2018 K. McCaffrey LLC

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When shark researcher Grace Mann accompanies her boyfriend, underwater filmmaker Alec Galloway, to Western Australia for a commercial shoot with great whites, she envisions relaxing days in the sun and smoldering nights between the sheets. But as Alec’s mood becomes increasingly distant, Grace worries that maybe the chemistry they shared—so effortless in the beginning—was starting to fizzle. Is his reticence related to her, or something else? And can she find a way to help him get the footage he needs before his behavior places his life in danger?

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Friday, February 9, 2018

Pre-Order DEEP BLUE by Kristy McCaffrey

By Kristy McCaffrey

I'm excited to share that DEEP BLUE is now available for pre-order at all e-book vendors!! Buy now and it will automatically load onto your e-reader on February 26.

Don’t miss this first book in a sexy and suspenseful new series!!

In the deep blue ocean lives an ancient predator…

Dr. Grace Mann knows great white sharks. As the daughter of an obsessed shark researcher based at the Farallon Islands, Grace spent her childhood in the company of these elegant and massive creatures. When a photo of her freediving with a great white goes viral, the institute where she works seeks to capitalize on her new-found fame by producing a documentary about her work.

Underwater filmmaker Alec Galloway admires Dr. Mann and jumps at the opportunity to create a film showcasing the pretty biologist. As he heads to Guadalupe Island in Baja California Sur for a three-week expedition, it’s clear that his fan-boy crush on Grace is turning into something more serious. But even more pressing—Grace’s passionate focus on the sharks just might get her killed.

Contains strong language and sexual content.

Read Chapter One at my website.

Additional Excerpt
“Have you ever been filmed before?” Alec asked.

“For a full-blown feature?” Grace lifted her glass to her mouth again and downed a big gulp. Either she was very thirsty or nervous. If it was the latter—and he hoped it was—then maybe she wasn’t immune to him after all.

All the bullshit about workplace romances circled inside his head for a brief, annoying moment. If she gave him a chance, would it be worth the risk of screwing up their professional relationship? Would he have the strength to say no to a woman like her?

“No.” She answered her own question.

Shaking off his randy thoughts, he said, “I’ll want to film just about everything you do, and we’ll likely need to set up shots as well. And I’ll do direct interviews as we go.”

“Just like The Bachelorette.”

“I do want you to speak openly about your feelings for every shark,” he teased.

“I don’t know. It’s usually better not to show all your cards at once.”

Alec loosened his tie. “But then you might lose that one special fish.” He unbuttoned his left cuff link and rolled the sleeve to his forearm.

“There’re plenty more where he came from.”

He repeated the action on his right arm. “The best ones are always endangered.”

He enjoyed the sparkle in her eye as she gave a slight smirk and a blush crept up her face.

She definitely wasn’t immune to him. He couldn’t keep the shit-eating grin from his face.

“Don’t get too happy, Galloway.” She leaned back in her seat and crossed her arms. “Stewart said he hasn’t told you everything about the expedition.”


She paused, pressing her lips together. “I’m planning to do something I’ve never done before at Guadalupe. I’m going to freedive with the whites. I know you have a lot of experience filming sharks, but this will be different. You’ll likely have to leave the cage. I need to know that you’re up for it.”

Alec watched her. The dark burgundy lipstick was long gone, and she hadn’t bothered to replace it. He preferred women without a lot of fluff, but when Grace cleaned up, she was nothing short of stunning. But what really grabbed him, especially now, was the gleam in her eyes as she spoke about her work.

“My partners and I can use rebreathers.” The lack of bubbles and noise from a rebreather was exactly why Alec used one for long dives, but they were riskier than normal scuba equipment, so he didn’t operate one unless needed. “And I’ve been outside the cage before. How many times have you freedived with whites?”

Grace cleared her throat and licked her lips. “Including my famous photo? Once.”

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Wednesday, February 7, 2018

A Westward Adventure by Kristy McCaffrey - February #blogabookscene #PrairieRosePub @PrairieRosePub

By Kristy McCaffrey

Blog-A-Book-Scene is a monthly themed blogging endeavor from a group of authors who love to share excerpts from their stories. Find us on Twitter with the hashtag #blogabookscene or #PrairieRosePub.

The theme for February is ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE. The following is an excerpt from my short novella A Westward Adventure, a sweet historical western romance.

In near darkness, Amelia washed Riggs in a tub of water behind Aunt Teddy's house. The dog was uncommonly good-mannered about it, panting in happiness and swinging his head to her every few seconds to plant a wet kiss on her face. Her dress was soaked as she scrubbed the dog's fur.

Aunt Teddy wasn't put out by the arrival of Riggs, of which Amelia was glad. Her aunt had told Ned that he needed a dog if he planned to live in the Parker house all by himself. Amelia couldn't help but feel that Teddy wasn't just talking about a pet, but about the fact that Ned needed a wife, too.

"What's that smell?" Ned's voice startled Amelia from her thoughts. "Are you drinking?"

"No." She scooped water with a bucket and dumped it over Riggs. "I'm washing him with rum."

"What on earth for?"

"It's wonderful for cleansing the hair--I've used it myself--and it can defer disease. Riggs was filthy, and I'd wager housing unwanted critters in his fur."

"Smart, except he'll smell like he was just at Laramy's. I'll bet he needs a double-washing."

"He's certainly dirty, but he's a happy fella." She let Riggs lick her face. "And maybe just a bit into his cups."

"Where'd you get the rum?"

"Teddy had a bottle and said I could use it."

"Do you need help?"

"No. I'm almost done." It's now or never. She shored up her courage, since she had no idea if Ned would be here come morning. "Ned, I wondered if I might ask you something." She became breathless as her nerves kicked up a notch.


She cleared her throat and was glad for the darkness that blanketed them. From where he stood on the back porch, he couldn't see her hands shake. Setting down the bucket, she buried them into Riggs' wet, liquor-infused fur. "I wondered if, well, I wanted to ask you if, well...if you happened to be looking for companionship, then I'd be interested."

"I beg pardon?" He sounded confused, but it was too late to turn back now.

"I like you, Ned. You're very handsome, and I'm impressed by your rugged occupation. I don't think I'm a bad-looking woman, and I'm seeking the company of a man." She chanced a glance at him and even in the darkness she felt his stillness, his rapt attention on her words. She really had no idea how this was going.

"You want me to court you?" he asked.

"Well, that would be nice of you, but that's not necessary. I'm be your woman without it."

He slowly took the steps and came to the tub. Riggs wagged his tail, sending water flying into Amelia's face. She stood, wiping her eyes, and hoped for a favorable reaction from Ned. Maybe he'd even kiss her. In hopeful anticipation, she waited.

"Amelia, I guess it's no secret what's between us. It's crept up rather fast, I'll admit. However, I never thought I'd say this, but I take offense by your assumption that all I'm good for is taking advantage of a woman, that I'd think nothing of ruining your reputation."

"But you're a renegade, you're a man who doesn't stay put anywhere. You ride with the wind."

He stood close enough that she could see his frown.

"I'll admit I haven't set down roots," he said, "but, as I told you, I'm changing that with my purchase of the Parker place. And, one of these days, I'm lookin' to get married."

"I don't want to get married."

"Well, good, 'cuz I'm not asking you."

"Oh." Now she felt foolish. "Well, of course."

"Why in tarnation are you throwing yourself at me?" he asked.

"I'm not. I just thought to speed up the romance. Isn't that what men like you expect?"

"You seem to think you know a lot about me." His voice held an edge of anger to it, fueling an equal indignation in herself. "Amelia, I think quite a lot of Teddy. I'd never dishonor her by taking up with her niece, treating you like nothing more than a lady at Laramy's."

Riggs jumped out of the tub and shook, forcing Amelia close to Ned. His hands settled on her shoulders. The dog began running around, spraying water in all directions. Amelia moved toward the mutt, but Ned held her in place and leaned his face near. She forgot to breathe, and knew she was in over her head. A man like Ned would likely overwhelm her.

His mouth came to hers in a gentle, yet firm, kiss, surprising her with its sweet restraint. His warm hands left her shoulders and framed her face, and his mouth shifted as he tasted her, giving of himself while exploring her lips. She'd been kissed before, but never like this. Maybe it was the fresh mountain air and the pine trees, or the wide blue skies and simple life so close to Mother Earth, but Ned's gesture intoxicated her, evoking freedom and passion and an unnamed yearning. She'd felt it when she made it past the Mississippi River on her journey here, and it flooded her now.

She sank into him and rose on her toes, a hunger unleashed for more.

Ned broke the kiss. "Amelia, you're a beautiful woman, and you should know that I want you. But I won't bed you unless you marry me."

"We hardly know each other."

"And yet you propose we become lovers?"

"Isn't that what independent-minded women do?" He released her, and she immediately missed his touch.

"I wouldn't know about that," he said. "Don't you want to marry one day? Surely you had opportunities back in New York."

"Yes." She attempted to compose herself. Riggs had run off. She needed to go after him. "But I don't want to be tied down. Aunt Teddy isn't. I plan to live like her."

"Sounds lonely."

"It doesn't have to be, and I thought you didn't want to marry me."

"I didn't think one kiss would change that, but it has."

Amelia started to speak but couldn't think of a response because he was right. His kiss had altered something, but she didn't have the peace of mind to sort it all out at the moment.

"I have to find Riggs," she said.

"I'll get the dog. Then, starting tomorrow, I'm gonna court you, Amelia Mercer."


"Because, if I don't, then you might throw yourself at some other fella."

She let out a snort of amusement. "Then you haven't looked in a mirror lately."

An amused gleam reached his eyes. He bent near again. "I think what we have here is love at first sight."

"That's ridiculous. It doesn't exist."

"I'll remind you of this conversation on our fiftieth wedding anniversary."

"You're a wild ruffian of the west. Men like you don't settle down." Why was he acting like this? He was ruining the image of the hero in her novel.

"Maybe not. But then I laid eyes on you."

"What does that have to do with it? Surely I'm not the first woman you've met."

"No. That's true." He gave a peck to her cheek and grinned at her as departed to find Riggs. "But I think you're gonna be the last."

She watched him disappear into the dark and tried to fathom what had just occurred. The conversation had gone nothing like she'd planned.

Copyright © 2015 K. McCaffrey LLC

A Westward Adventure is available as a single-sell short e-novella for 99 cents.

The story is also included in the western romance anthology Cowboy Kisses (digital and print).

Both books can be found in the Kindle Unlimited program.


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