P.L. Parker

P.L. Parker

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Hearts Through Time Giveaway

Take a chance, enter to win an e-copy of my time travel trilogy: Riley's Journey, Into the Savage Dawn and Beyond Tomorrow. Contest is today, at Hearts Through Time: https://www.facebook.com/groups/heartsthroughtime/ 

The time travelers stepped through the portal and traveled back 40,000 years, to a time of Neanderthals and the predatory Cro-Magnon.  Can modern man survive in the perilous environment?

Leave a comment on the Facebook page to be entered in the giveaway.

PL. Parker

Last Days of Summer Mega Giveaway

Join us as we celebrate the last days of summer with…

a giveaway every 20 minutes!! 

When? August 25, 2017 – 10am – 10pm CDT

Where? http://www.facebook.com/authordarielraye

There will be something for every romance lover, including a little mystery and suspense, paranormal, sci-fi, fantasy, historical…you get the idea! Something for everybody. All winners will be announced by Saturday, August 26, 2017 at 10pm CDT. Each author is responsible for choosing, notifying, and sending prizes to their winners. All heat levels acceptable as long as graphics are in line with Facebook’s many rules and regulations. Sign up here for a reminder the day before and day of the event to make sure you don’t miss it. Your information will not be shared or used for any other purpose. You are signing up for a reminder of this event ONLY.

Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Backlist to the Future - Cara Bristol's Blog - August 24

On Thursday, August 24, 2017, I will be joining Cara Bristol for her Backlist to the Future, a second look at Breeder Slave.  Join us on Thursday for a chance to win an e-copy of Breeder Slave, sequel to The Chalice.  Link good only on Thursday:  http://carabristol.com/2017/08/backlist-to-the-future-a-second-look-at-breeder-slave-by-p-l-parker-scifirom-b2f/

Excerpt from Breeder Slave:

“He didn’t yell,” Leah said. What confused thoughts were whirling around in that angry brain? “He wants to know if we’re pregnant.”
            Moira gasped; the round eyes rounded further. “Why would he ask such a thing?”
            “Think about it.” She grabbed Moira’s arm and dragged her behind. “Chiagan-Se females have no boobs unless they’re breeding—one of the many differences between us and them. Until we invaded his territory, he’d never seen a human female before so he has no idea how we’re supposed to look.” A quick peek behind to see if he followed. “I guess it’s a reasonable question. Gives me some hope if he’s showing interest in us and at least he didn’t leave us out there.”        
            “Well, I couldnae be pregnant,” Moira wiped a grubby hand across her sweaty brow, leaving oily streaks of dirt. “I’ve never had…Branos dinnae…”
            “Spit it out?”
            “I’ve never been with a man…you know…that way.” Embarrassed, Moira’s gamin face pinked.
            “What the hell were you waiting for,” Leah snipped. “You’ve been seeing him for what, two years now or is it three? I figured you two were doing the nasty…..”
            “I require your services when we reach the cave,” the male’s voice broke into their conversation.
            Leah tensed up as erotic images flashed through her tired mind, replete with silver-studded leather bustiers and thigh-high spiked boots. Services? What kind of services? Better not be what I think he’s suggesting!
            She grabbed Moira again and marched towards the cave. “Whatever you’re thinking about, the answer’s no.” She grimaced as she caught a whiff of her armpits. “Only thing I’m doing is taking a bath.”
            “Then we are in agreement,” his voice rang out. “I require your services in my bath.”
            Okay! More erotic images! Naked in a hot tub! “I. Don’t. Think. So.”
            “What’s he saying now,” Moira whispered. “You look upset and you sound mad.”
            Cool air washed over her heated body as they ducked through the entrance to the cavern but the drop in temperature did nothing for the warmth flooding her arteries. Cavorting in the waters of the bathing pool with a guy who looked like every woman’s idea of a wet dream was a difficult image to erase. She’d seen him bare-assed naked several times and those memories did nothing to avail the heat suffusing her system. What healthy woman wouldn’t get aroused by the idea? Well, maybe not Moira! But Moira had her Branos to dream about. I’ve got nothing and no one to scratch my itch! There were those Chiagan-Se pleasure orbs but they weren’t really good for much but an occasional orgasm or two. I need a man! Admitting it only added to her determination to avoid contact with the devious male! My services indeed! What a pathetic line!
            “As I have said before, if you wish to remain, you must make yourself useful.” He sat down on a flat rock and began undressing.
            “I am so not getting in the bathing pool with you,” she snapped. Nothing like waving a wiener in front of a starving dog!
            “You needn’t be in the water to dress the wounds on my back.” He bent forward, untying the laces to his sandals. “Some are still fresh and I haven’t been able to care for them properly. I need your assistance to clean and cover them with healing unguents.”
            Okay. A simple nursing job…so why am I disappointed?
            Moira skittered behind her sleeping cot. “What’s he blithering about now?”
            “He wants you to play doctor!”

Buy link:  https://www.amazon.com/Breeder-Slave-P-L-Parker-ebook/dp/B01N7YXDW9/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1503438221&sr=8-1&keywords=breeder+slave+by+p.l.+parker

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Oregon Trail - Where Would I Be on August 15

I've always had a fascination with the history surrounding the Oregon Trail.  Emigrants gathered at Independence and formed trains, leaving around mid-April to May and if they were lucky, made it to Oregon City before winter set in.  How long was the Oregon Trail? Approximately 2,000 miles. Travelers were lucky if they could make 10 to 20 miles per day, taking into consideration, the weather, the condition of the trail and a hundred other factors that could affect their travel.  Today, August 15, I made some general calculations based on information I found, and where I imagined the emigrants would be today based on those general calculations.  If the travelers left on April 15 and made 15 miles per day, I calculated they would be at the top of the Blue Mountains in Oregon, part of the Oregon Trial.  Interestingly, Wikipedia says: In the mid-1800s, the Blue Mountains were a formidable obstacle to settlers traveling on the Oregon Trail and were often the last mountain range the emigrants crossed before passing down the Columbia River Gorge to the end of the Oregon Trail Oregon City.

Between 1840 and 1860, from 300,000 to 400,000 travelers used the 2,000-mile overland route to reach Oregon City, Puget Sound, Utah, and California destinations. The journey took up to six months, with wagons making between ten and twenty miles per day of travel. See: https://oregonencyclopedia.org/articles/oregon_trail/#.WZNAQLpFyUk

Life on the wagon trains was harsh. There were many hardships and challenges along the way on the Oregon Trail. Some hardships of the journey were death of relatives due to accidents, Indian attacks, supply shortages, weather, drowning, disease, terrain, and even medicine.  A challenge faced by most travelers was to steady their usage of money along the Oregon Trail.  These hardships were fatal, but not as much as  the problem of reaching and passing the mountains before winter begins. Some of these problems were not as harsh as others, but each posed a dangerous threat to them finishing their journey.http://oregontrailrus.weebly.com/hardships.html

Overlanders on the Oregon Trail, in contrast, quickly learned that Conestoga wagons were too big for their needs: the huge, heavy wagons killed even the sturdiest oxen before the journey was two-thirds complete. Their answer to the problem was dubbed the “Prairie Schooner,” a half-sized version of the Conestoga that typically measured 4′ wide and 10′ to 12′ in length. With its tongue and neck yoke attached, its length doubled to about 23 feet. With the bonnet, a Prairie Schooner stood about 10′ tall, and its wheelbase was over 5′ wide. It weighed around 1300 pounds empty and could be easily dismantled for repairs en route. Teams of 4 to 6 oxen or 6 to 10 mules were sufficient to get the sturdy little wagons to Oregon. Manufactured by the Studebaker brothers or any of a dozen other wainwrights specializing in building wagons for the overland emigrants, a Prairie Schooner in good repair offered shelter almost as good as a house. https://www.historicoregoncity.org/2016/11/28/wagons-prairie-schooners/

My time travel novel, Aimee's Locket, takes place on one of these emigrant trains to Oregon City. A modern young woman faces the trials and tribulations of the long journey.  Coming soon in audio book form.

Buy Link:  https://www.amazon.com/Aimees-Locket-P-L-Parker-ebook/dp/B002TG4NJC/ref=sr_1_1_twi_kin_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1502825016&sr=8-1&keywords=aimee%27s+locket+by+p.l.+parker

Monday, August 7, 2017

Solar Eclipse or Do Girls Just Want to Have Fun?

August 21 - the total eclipse of the sun and Idaho is in the moon's umbral shadow. What does this mean for me?   The last time the contiguous U.S. saw a total eclipse was in 1979. As luck would have it, Idaho seems to be smack dab in the middle of the path.

I've purchased my protective eyewear and made plans to specifically be outside, gear on and ready.  Although...

Years ago, in 1984, I watched a movie entitled "Night of the Comet," a story about how the populace planned parties, stood outside and watched and by the next day, either were turned to ashes or those who survived turned to zombies, except for a few choice souls who managed to avoid exposure to the comet's rays. Sort of makes you wonder... Do I need to add zombie protective gear to my ensemble?

But then again - girls just want to have fun!

Friday, July 28, 2017

Freebie Friday

I have two short, short stories as free reads at The Wild Rose Press.  

The first is about a young woman forced into marriage for the benefit of the tribe.  

Prophecy's Bride

The portents named her the future queen and prophetess - a divination Jessamin fervently resists. Forced to wed a man she’s never seen, Jessamin’s prospects appear bleak and without hope. Can Tabor’s presence at the altar transform her grim imaginings?

Link:  https://catalog.thewildrosepress.com/all-titles/2215-prophecyas-bride.html

The second free read is about a young woman escaping her past.


She'd run, fleeing from a past too painful to bear, in search of a new beginning. What he offered wasn't what she wanted – or was it?

Link:  https://catalog.thewildrosepress.com/all-titles/2548-songbird.html

Thursday, July 13, 2017

Travel back with Beth Trissel at my Blog and her new release "Somewhere My Lady"

It is my pleasure to host a long-time friend, Beth Trissel, and her newest release Somewhere My Lady. Beth and I became acquainted over a decade ago when we started at The Wild Rose Press.  Beth, the spotlight is on you!

Beth: Thanks for having me on your blog, PL. I’m excited to be writing time travels again after a hiatus, and to share my new release, Somewhere My Lady (Book 1, Ladies in Time).

The concept of time travel and the infinite windows it opens has always fascinated me. My latest inspiration in expanding possibilities is Doctor Who. Daughter Elise got me into the show and I’ve been scrambling to catch up. I absolutely love Christopher Eccleston, David Tennant, and Matt Smith as the Ninth, Tenth, and Eleventh Doctors, am just getting into the Twelfth. Not a big fan yet, but I will give him a chance. I didn’t go crazy with Doctor Who quotes in this story, but here’s one I like from the heroine, Lorna Randolph: “Maybe there’s truth to the DoctorWho assertion that time is ‘more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey…stuff,’ rather than strictly linear, as we perceive it.”

Considering the hero, Hart Harrison, is from the 18th century, he’s not entirely certain what to do with her suggestion.

Other strong story influences: Edith's Theme, the hauntingly beautiful song from Crimson Peak, stirred this story in me long before I watched the movie, which was after I finished the book. I purposely waited until then before viewing the film. Several songs in the soundtrack also sent my imagination soaring, but that one really did. Scenes took shape in my mind, especially the ghostly dance I wrote in chapter one. I couldn't have conceived Somewhere My Lady without this music. But that’s not the only inspiration. There are many.

I’ve always been drawn to old homes, lived in them most of my life, and visited many others. I also love gardening and have sprawling beds filled with heirloom flowers and herbs. Some plants have been here for ages and our farm-house was built in the 1870's. The gardens in Somewhere My Lady are especially beautiful and I used herbs in the story. Old homes exude an indefinable sense of place. Families filled them with the emotions accompanying the events taking place in their lives. The walls witnessed their sagas, good and bad, and absorbed the energy. A much lived in home is never really empty. Perhaps the spirits of those who once dwelt there come back and visit, or they leave a part of themselves behind. I don't know, but I like a good ghost story.

Harrison Hall, the colonial era home in Somewhere My Lady, is loosely based on Shirley Plantation, a magnificent 18th century home built along the James River in Virginia. In the story, this wonderful manor sized house is a paranormal hot spot, concealing a deadly mystery Hart and Lorna must solve.

‘Somewhere My Lady is a fun supernatural romance that will have you slipping in and out of the past and future as if you were a spirit yourself.’’ ~Colleen’s Book Reviews
"Quite simply, one of the best paranormal, time slip stories I’ve ever had the pleasure to read." ~Splashes Into Books

Story Blurb: 
Lorna Randolph is hired for the summer at Harrison Hall in Virginia, where Revolutionary-War reenactors provide guided tours of the elegant old home. She doesn't expect to receive a note and a kiss from the handsome young man who then vanishes into mist.

Harrison Hall itself has plans for Lorna – and for Hart Harrison, her momentary suitor and its 18th century heir. Past and present are bound by pledges of love, and modern science melds with old skills and history as Harrison Hall takes Lorna and Hart through time in a race to solve a mystery and save Hart's life before the Midsummer Ball.~

Somewhere My Lady is available from all online booksellers. In Kindle at:  https://www.amazon.com/Somewhere-Lady-Ladies-Time-Book-ebook/dp/B071VTNC7V


Something about him held her spellbound…the tilt of his head, arch of his brow, glimpse of his profile… She followed his every move with the fixity of an owl.

He turned blue-gray eyes toward her and sensuous lips curved into a smile on his handsome face. Hands down. No contest. He was the hottest guy ever. Her heart beat a thrilling new rhythm.

He circled closer to where she stood rooted in the foyer, not moving a toe, scarcely drawing breath. Did he truly see her backed tremulously against the wall, or did it only feel that way?

Unlike the others in the ghostly assembly, his eyes didn’t skirt past her. He paused in the dance. Bending at the shoulders, he tipped his hand to her in a genteel flourish.

He’d freakin’ bowed. Her jaw dropped. He most definitely saw her. And she sure as heck saw him.

A sparking sizzle jumped between them, awakening her as she’d never been roused before. Even more than when the house charged through her at her arrival. It was as if she were plugged in—to him.

How that could be, she had no idea, but when he gazed into her eyes, time seemed to stop. She spiraled into moonless stars, and back again to this dizzying realm. To him. Even if she were dreaming, she’d never forget this moment.~

Somewhere My Lady is available from all major online booksellers. In Kindle at: https://www.amazon.com/Somewhere-Lady-Ladies-Time-Book-ebook/dp/B071VTNC7V

Author Bio: Married to my high school sweetheart, I live on a farm in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia surrounded by my human family and furbabies. An avid gardener, my love of herbs and heirloom plants figures into my work. The rich history of Virginia, the Native Americans, and the people who journeyed here from far beyond her borders are at the heart of my inspiration. I’m especially drawn to colonial America and the drama of the American Revolution. And I love a good ghost story. In addition to Young Adult and New Adult fantasy romance, I also write historical, time travel, and paranormal romance, plus nonfiction.

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