Posts Tagged ‘Romance novels’

All The Things: Movies, TV Series & Horror Best Seller

Sunday, November 27th, 2016

Hello everyone. My writing world runneth over. Just a few little updates! To find details on the books mentioned, stop by here.



Gorillas With Scissors Press introduces a yearly horror anthology with 50% of the proceeds going toward a charity every year. This year the contributions go to St. Jude’s Children’s Hospital. I’m happy to say that I’m included in this year’s anthology with my spooky story Comeuppance. Just recently I learned the anthology has zipped to #2 on the Horror Anthology bestseller list at Amazon. How amazing is that?

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In other quick catch up news, my story Blackout is still in development for television, and recently I started working on another TV series with producer/writer Marie D. Jones (Where’s Lucy Productions) and producer/writer Brian Keith Ellis. Exciting writing times. When I can reveal more on these projects I’ll be sure to let you know.


I finished writing my zombie series of books and I’m slowly working through revisions in between participating in NANOWRIMO in November. Although I won’t finish NANOWRIMO this year, I’m perfectly okay with that. I still achieved a lot of writing. I think December might be a good time to take a chill pill and relax a little before the new year starts.

Until next time, live, love and dream.


Love Under Fire Trilogy: Romance, Suspense & Danger. Oh my!

Tuesday, November 15th, 2016

My Love Under Fire Trilogy is rebooted today! This trilogy was out a few years ago with a publisher, and I rebooted it after a few tweaks and new covers. Let me introduce you to the three couples who are interconnected in all three stories. You can find all the links for where you can get the trilogy here.

Love Under Fire Trilogy

Men bound to serve, to protect, and to love…

Where do you yearn to be in the face of danger? In the arms of men like these…

When Matt, Jake and Rick Frasier come home for Thanksgiving and a wedding, they don’t expect that violence will throw them together with three extraordinary women.

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Sudden Heat

Librarian Melanie Falconer knows too well the horrors of war—she lost her father to severe issues with PTSD. Military men, as far as she’s concerned, are off the marriage menu. As maid of honor at her best friend’s wedding, she makes a mall run and lands straight into the arms of seriously hot marine Matt Frasier, the best man. Matt has seen too much violence during his time in war, and his attraction to Melanie promises to soothe his soul and set his body on fire. Gunfire erupts, the game is on, and Melanie and Matt fight for their lives and the sudden heat exploding between them.

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Under Fire

Kathleen McSwain truly understood the saying of always the bridesmaid never the bride. Was she nuts the day she agreed to be a bridesmaid for the eighth time? Especially when it means she’ll be in proximity to rugged Army Major Jake Frasier. Jake is too handsome, too disturbing, too stirring for her blood. Being out of control is the last thing she wants, and Jake temps her to be the wild woman she was before. Yet when the stakes are high, there’s only one man she’ll trust when danger rips apart her world.

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Double Threat

As a therapist Lena Williams has worked with damaged vets and never wants a relationship with one. So her lust at first sight with sexy Coast Guard Chief Petty Officer Rick Frasier is off the menu. Rick has never shied from danger or risk taking, but the overwhelming attraction he feels for Lena sends him into a tailspin. As they battle their feelings and escape a gunman intent on mayhem, they’ll find there’s a firestorm of desire inside them as furious and intense as any threat.


Thank you so much for stopping by!


Want To Be Saved By The Marine?

Tuesday, February 9th, 2016

Happy morning or afternoon or evening! I’m playing catch up after a few days out of town at a paranormal conference and investigation in Yuma, Arizona. I’m wanted to let you know that Saved By The Marine is here! This story was originally in the Romancing The Military Man box set. If you missed it that time, now is your chance to grab it. You can get it at Amazon only for the time being either as a regular purchase or Kindle Unlimited. Snag your copy here.

Want a little taste of what’s in Saved By The Marine? Try this excerpt and meet Candy and Mike before danger envelopes them. Here ya go.

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Explosive danger creates a whirlwind of heat between two strangers…

At forty years old, Candy Cartright isn’t eager to indulge in girlish dreams of ‘happily ever after’ when she attends her friend’s wedding. When she runs into a suit and tie guy at the hotel bar, she thinks he’s a nerd businessman.

Retired US Marine Mike Compton finds it amusing that Candy at first mistakes him for a nerd. He’s not looking for a hookup, but he can’t resist the challenge in her eyes. However, when unexpected danger forces them into tight quarters, they discover there’s a hell of lot more to both of them than meets the eye.

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She felt a man settle on the stool next to her at the same time she caught a whiff of freshly showered skin. She glanced over at him. Contradicting impressions threw her off kilter. Although her platform high heels made her close to five ten, this man was big. Big in one of those, don’t-even-consider-messing-with-me ways. Her attention snagged first on his body. Broad shoulders were encased in a casual gray sports jacket and under that an open-collared white shirt. He wore khaki’s and casual brown shoes. Candy jerked her attention to his face. He had very short, thick dark brown hair. He owned an aggressive face with a Roman nose and the dorkiest black glasses she’d ever seen. Nerdy. Well, okay. Not exactly nerd city, but he sort of looked like an accountant. His jaw showed a hit of five o’clock shadow. He looked a little tired around the edges, as if he’d made a long journey and had little time to recover. All right. Not a stereotypical accountant. He looks too rough for that. Right. Probably a married businessman slamming down a drink before heading upstairs to his room and a phone conversation with his wife. Her gaze landed on his left hand. No ring and no sign of a tan line to indicate he wore a ring. Still, some married men didn’t wear wedding rings.

Before she could return her attention to her whiskey, the man caught her staring. Heat warmed her cheeks as he captured her gaze and held it. His startling green eyes flashed with definite intensity and a sudden interest that made the heat in her face spread down over her body. Uncomfortable with her reaction and embarrassed he’d caught her staring, she could have turned away or left.

Instead she swallowed her discomfort. “Sorry, didn’t mean to stare.” She put her hand out to shake. “Candy Cartwright.”

His big hand clasped hers, warm and assured without smashing her with his grip. He swept her with a thorough, hot gaze that belied any idea she might have about cool green eyes. He liked what he saw.

He released her hand, and the subtle caress of his callused palm made her fingers tingle. “Mike Compton. Nice to meet you.”

His warm, deep voice had rumble to it. Something in his tone made her think of sex. Bang up against a wall sex. Her face flamed again and she considered asking the bartender for a glass of ice water to put out the fire. Okay, girl. Where did that idea come from? He’s just a man you know nothing about. Rein back the crazy.

The bartender asked Mike what he wanted to drink, and Mike ordered a beer. Curiosity played with her. She could usually pick out a military guy on a dime—this man could be anything from an insurance agent to CPA.

“What brings you here?” he asked.

“A wedding.”

“You one of Jessica’s friends?” he asked.

“Yes. From Denver.”

“Are you a lawyer like Jessica?” The bartender placed a tall glass of beer in front of him, and Mike took a swig.

She shook her head and smiled. “Executive Assistant. I work at the federal building in Denver. Well, at least I did until a month ago. I’ve been on—”

She cut herself off, mortified she’d launched into her life story before she knew a damned thing about a stranger.

Too late. His eyes narrowed as he turned slightly toward her. He pushed the big black glasses back up on the bridge of his nose. “Been on?”

She drew in a slow breath. “My mother was…dying. Cancer. She hung on for a long time and then needed some help at home. She wanted to…she had home hospice care.”

Candy swallowed hard as an unexpected rush of tears surged into her eyes. She drew in a shuddering breath and managed a smile, jamming back the waterworks by sheer force. The unexpectedness of her reaction took her off guard.

“Sorry. I don’t usually dump my history in a person’s lap like that,” she said, keeping her gaze pinned on her whiskey.

“Hey.” His voice rumbled again, but this time it held genuine warmth and concern. “It’s okay. I’m sorry to hear about your mother.”

She was ready with another smile to prove she didn’t ache inside. “Thanks. It’s a little raw yet.”

His wide shoulders made a subtle shrug. “Of course.” Behind those glasses his gaze was thoughtful and filled with compassion. “My Dad was killed in a construction accident when I was ten. I still grieve his loss sometimes. It hits me at weird times when I don’t expect it.”

A lump stayed lodged in her throat and she nodded because she couldn’t squeeze a word out at first.

She drew in a deep breath. “I’m so sorry about your father. That’s got to be hard for a little boy.”

“It was. Mom was amazing, though. She held it together as best she could.”

A comfortable silence formed. A slow song came over the speaker system and the lights lowered. Voices hushed a little under the melody’s seduction.

“Would you like to dance?” he asked.

She looked down at her ridiculously high heels. “Uh, these shoes aren’t made for dancing.”

“What are they made for?” The low vibration in his voice was husky and soft.

Um. Well. “Good question. Crazy fashion?”

His gaze skimmed from her ankles up her legs. She’d worn a long sleeved, knee length red sweater dress that hugged her curves. She felt the sizzle as his attention finally landed on her face.

“I don’t usually wear heels this high.” Candy shrugged. “I had a momentary aneurism when I bought these, I guess.”

He smiled, and the grin was megawatt. “Dance with me. I won’t let you fall.”



Whiddon & Cornelison on Characters & Settings

Monday, February 1st, 2016

Please welcome authors Karen Whiddon and Beth Cornelison to my blog. They have a new book out today called Rock-A-Bye Rescue. Be sure to stop by your favorite bookstores and grab a copy. Karen gives us some insight into characterization and Beth tells us about setting. Take it away ladies!


It was a dark and stormy night… Using setting in story
by Beth Cornelison

It was a dark and stormy night…

Ah, yes. The trite opening line that even Snoopy, in his Great Writer persona, used to set the stage for his novel. Why? Because setting, when used to the fullest advantage, is an important element of a writer’s toolbox. What would Rebecca be without the mysterious and austere Manderley? Would Star Wars be the same in a galaxy just around the corner from Earth?

The setting of a story, used to full advantage, affects the plot and the mood and can reflect a theme in a novel. In To Love, Honor and Defend, one of the first books I published with Harlequin Romantic Suspense, the stark cold weather, gray skies and bare trees mirrored the feelings of isolation, fear and betrayal my heroine felt. Setting can also be used for contrast, thereby highlighting some aspect of plot or character. In Healing Luke, my grumpy and bitter hero glares irritably at the bright Florida sunshine early in the story, showing the reader the truly dark place his life had reach.

Knowing the importance of setting, when I set out to write Rock-a-bye Rescue with Karen Whiddon, I knew we needed to pick a setting that would complement our story. I needed my characters to be cut off from help for a period of time, to feel alone, with the chill of fear and suspicion hanging over them. This sort of scenario is becoming harder and harder to believably achieve in the real world. Cell phones, the Internet and GPS tracking have all made keeping in touch and staying connected with the world easier. While this is great for real life, it makes the job of a suspense writer harder!

Instant communication doesn’t allow your heroine to feel suitably cut-off from help and reliant on the dark and mysterious hero who shows up at her door. The potential for a climactic battle of life and death holds less tension if a call to the local police could bring help in a matter of minutes. To build a sense of danger and suspense for Guarding Eve, I needed my hero, heroine and her infant charge to be essentially on their own for a significant period of time— enough time for danger to find them and pose a threat to life and limb. Circumstances had to be just right, and an essential element to framing and plotting the story was the setting. But how? A natural or man-made disaster, geography, or failure of technology?

After an exchange of emails, Karen and I chose the mountains of West Virginia where finding a cellular signal is difficult. But isolated mountain roads and a cabin tucked away in the woods were not enough to isolate my heroine in the modern world. So I added a significant ice storm that would close steep and twisty roads, knock out power, and strand my heroine and baby Eve. In addition, the treacherous roads provided a means for the bad guys to escape captivity, setting the suspense plot in motion. Karen seized on these elements for her story as well, and we had the foundation for plotting our “babies in jeopardy” novellas.

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Rita Award finalist Beth Cornelison made her first sale to Harlequin in June 2004 and has gone on to publish many more books with Harlequin/Silhouette as well as other publishers. Cornelison has presented writing workshops across the United States, and she currently lives in Louisiana with her husband and three spoiled cats. For more info about her books, her latest news, recipes and photos, visit

Characters Are People Too
By Karen Whiddon

When Beth and I got together to write our joined novellas for the Harlequin Romantic Suspense 2-in-1 Rock-A-Bye-Rescue, we decided on setting and backstory first. Then, while Beth worked on developing her characters, I worked on mine. We’d mutually agreed to make the villain two brothers, with one coming after her couple and the other coming after mine.

For such a short book, I knew I wanted to have my characters former lovers. Nothing better than to throw two people with unresolved issues together and watch sparks fly! Most of my stories start with the people. My hero Garrett Ware lives for his career as an FBI agent. He’s never stopped loving my heroine, Michelle Morgan, but the differences that tore them apart five years ago seemed insurmountable. Most importantly they broke up because she wanted children and he, raised by an abusive drunken father and fearful mother, didn’t. He believed he didn’t know how to be a father.

Michelle has always been a nurturing person. She looked after her baby sister as best she could, and wanted nothing more than a family of her own. When her sister Lydia was taken in by a cult leader, believing she loved him, Michelle moved to a nearby cabin in case Lydia wanted to get out. Unfortunately, Lydia is killed, but not before she bears the cult leader a baby. The baby is delivered to Michelle for safekeeping while the FBI and police search for the escaped cult leader and his brother.

With the setting Beth mentioned earlier – remote location in the West Virginia mountains, a crazed bad guy wanting to kill an innocent infant, I added in a blizzard to ratchet things up a bit more.
So we have a couple who never stopped loving each other trapped together in a cabin. A woman who now has her greatest desire, a baby, but at the cost of losing her sister. And the man charged with protecting them, about to come to terms if love can be greater than fear.

A writer can have the most beautiful setting in the world, the most dangerous villain, and an intricate plot, but without people we can root for, who can make us ache when they hurt and laugh when they feel joy, the reader will feel something’s lacking. That’s why it’s up to the author to create believable, sympathetic characters, like Beth and I did in our stories.

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Award winning author Karen Whiddon spun fanciful tales for her younger brothers as early as the age of eleven. Growing up in the Catskill Mountains of New York, then the Rocky Mountains of Colorado, she found enough magic in the rugged peaks to keep her imagination fueled for years.

 Now making her home in North Texas, she shares her life with her hero-like husband and four doting dogs. In her spare time she volunteers for Legacy Boxer Rescue, Inc. She has published over 45 books. Currently she writes for Harlequin Romantic Suspense and Harlequin Nocturne.

You can email Karen at


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Crazy December Book Goodness With Military Heroes

Sunday, November 29th, 2015

Hello everyone! Guys, I tried posting this blog so that it would show up on Triberr where people can share blogs on places such as Twitter. Unfortunately Triberr thought I’d already posted this blog. So I’m trying a different title to see if it works this time. 🙂

I was saying on Facebook today that my brain is just pinging like a slot machine in Vegas because I have so many stories coming out in December. Actually…Holding Out For A Hero is a new box set. Sweet Sensations came out last month.

First up is my novella Major Pleasure, an erotic romance I wrote some time ago which is featured in the contemporary romance box set Sweet Sensations, a collection of stories from USA Today and Amazon Best Selling Authors.


You can grab Sweet Sensations right now by clicking right here.

Preorder is up for Holding Out For A Hero: SEALS, Soldiers, Spies, Cops, FBI Agents and Rangers! Release date is December 8.


New York Times and USA Today Best Selling authors Cardidad Pineiro, Sharon Hamilton, Gennita Low, Tawny Weber, Karen Fenech, Lisa Hughey, Opal Carew and Denise A. Agnew present eight amazing stories for every woman looking for a hero.

You can preorder your copy here for 99cents.

We have a Writerspace Chat you can attend on Wednesday, December 2 at 9pm Eastern. Click here.

We also have a great Facebook party on Thursday, December 10 at 6pm Eastern and we’d love for you to attend. You can sign up by clicking here.

Thanks so much and I can’t wait for you to read these collections!

The Dare: Sizzling Romantic Suspense With Edge

Tuesday, July 21st, 2015

The Dare was the first erotic romance I ever wrote. It was originally published in 2002, and it launched me into a new space where I wrote quite a few erotic romances over the years for more than one publisher. Today Loose ID has published The Dare again! If you’re into alpha males, the hero is for you. But he’s a good guy with a soft heart that takes a while for the heroine to see. Check out this snippet from The Dare. You can find The Dare at Loose ID and it will be up at other retailers soon!

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Mousy and just plain boring…

Tired of self-denial and being cloistered by her father’s over protectiveness, wealthy painter Isabella takes a vacation alone.

Tough and way too cocky…

Police officer Luca Angello is self-confident, powerfully sexual, and on the trail of gang members attacking women.

Isabella thinks Luca is shallow and only out for a good time. Luca thinks Isabella needs some loosening up.

Fear brings them together…

When danger throws her into his arms, she discovers that he can reach her depths in ways she never could have imagined.

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Bella thought she could finish drying the car before Luca appeared again. No such luck. He strode out of his house a few minutes later, his expression reserved. She’d never guess in a million years this was the man who had kissed her into the next century and set her blood on fire.

Nope. Cool as fresh watermelon, his gaze said he was all business. His wet hair and change of clothes told her he’d taken a shower. He wore a plain green T-shirt and a pair of jeans. The snug fit of his T-shirt showed his wide shoulders to perfection. His almost-new-looking jeans skimmed his lower body affectionately but without a tight fit. If Bella thought his ravenous kiss and brazen attitude would turn her off, she’d discovered that she couldn’t be more wrong. Her body still throbbed and tingled in places she didn’t want to think about, and she knew if she looked in a mirror right now, her lips would be red and a bit swollen. She sucked in a breath as he arrived in front of her.

He held a black wallet out to her. “My identification.”

Bella took the leather wallet reluctantly. Flipping it open, she saw it held the usual ID, including a driver’s license that declared his name to be Luca Thomas Angello. Next to that she found an ID card proving he was a detective with the Piper’s Grove Police Department. After examining the badge attached to the inside of the wallet, she also glanced at his vital statistics. Thirty-seven years old, six feet four inches tall, and two hundred pounds. Black hair, black eyes, and the sexiest aura on the planet.

Uh-huh. As if it said that on his ID.

“Do I pass muster?” he asked.

She frowned as she handed the wallet back to him. “Great. So you’re a cop.”

“Now you know you can trust me.”

She crossed her arms and shook her head. “I think we’d better keep our distance. If you’ll excuse me, I have things to do.”

With an indulgent smile, he reached into his wallet and pulled out a business card. “Here. My cell number is at the bottom.”

Bella knew she had to make a fast escape, or this man would take hold of her senses once again. Before she could move a foot, his hand clasped her upper arm gently.

“Look, I’m sorry about what happened earlier. I was a dick. I didn’t mean to scare you or come on so strong. If you see or hear anything suspicious, or if you’re ever frightened, call me on the cell phone. It’s on all the time.”

He walked back to his condo without another word.

Surprised by the apology, she stood there a minute. After she rewound the garden hose, she gathered up the car-washing items and carried them into the small utility room in the condo. Her entire body seemed to be trembling. Disgusted with her lack of control, Bella decided she would do something to get her mind off the exasperating man. She went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator to get iced tea. After pouring herself a tumbler of tea, she pressed the ice-cold glass against her face and tried to regulate the pounding of her heart. What on earth had happened in the past few hours?

Had she ever experienced quite this much fire and fury with one man? She thought about it, staring into nothingness as she sipped her tea. She’d left Denver to avoid complications, and somehow they found her anyway. Because he was a cop, part of her longed to tell him what happened to her in Denver; the other part of her said she didn’t have concrete proof of anything.

No, better to keep quiet about the reason she’d left her father’s estate.

Involuntarily, she glanced through her kitchen window. No one was out there watching her. She rushed over to the window and drew the cellular shade down as apprehension touched her. She leaned against the counter while her stomach roiled. Wanting to control the fear, she closed her eyes and thought instead of the weird combination of trepidation and safety she felt when Luca was nearby. Mad at herself for giving in to anxiety, she lifted the shade. She looked at Luca’s kitchen window again. Bella almost expected to see Luca standing in his kitchen, buck naked.

Heat filled her face. She must do something to take her mind off the past few hours. She scanned the house, aware for the first time that the rental didn’t say comfort so much as it said mediocre. The modern paintings on the walls and the chrome-and- glass furniture screamed impersonal. Her room at her father’s estate had every luxury a woman could ask for—whirlpool tub, giant shower, huge mirrors, large walk-in closet. You name it, she owned it.

Even there, though, she’d felt detached and as if she didn’t belong anywhere.

Tears prickled her eyes, and she blinked. Bella felt adrift and uncomfortable with the raging desire and confusion rising inside her. She slumped on the couch and stared at the white walls, the entertainment center with the large television, the tile floor, and the elegant throw rugs. The place didn’t speak to her, nor did the silence.

She needed something to release the real Isabella Markham.

But what?

That’s why I came here. To seek and find the answers. What do I want to do with the rest of my life? How can I resolve the feeling that something horrible hovers just outside my knowledge, waiting to pounce?


Guest Author: Lynn LaFleur & Romancing Raine

Saturday, February 28th, 2015

Please welcome to my blog today Lynn LaFleur. Lynn and I go way back in the romance novel writing world. Today I’m featuring her excerpt from our box set Get Lucky: Seven Steamy Romances. Her contribution to this hot box set is Romancing Raine. Warning…this is an explicit excerpt.


Kaylen opened the door wider so Raine could enter. He took the opportunity to admire her ass as she walked past him. His cock responded, making him thankful for the loose khakis he’d chosen to wear tonight with a button-down shirt.

“Everything is beautiful, Kaylen. I love all the candles. And the table looks incredible. You went to a lot of work.”

“I wanted it to be special for you.” He crossed to the kitchen. “Dinner will be served between seven-fifteen and seven-thirty. I’ve opened a bottle of Bordeaux for us. Why don’t you get comfortable in the living room and I’ll bring the bottle and glasses?”

Kaylen entered the living room to find Raine sitting in a corner of the couch, her legs crossed. He’d turned on the two lamps to their lowest setting. Their soft light mixed with the candlelight turned her skin golden. He almost stumbled at the sight, she looked so beautiful.

He sat next to her, splashed wine in each glass. After handing one wineglass to Raine, he tapped it with his. “To an evening of good food, good wine, and good company.”

Raine smiled at his toast before she took a sip of her wine. “Oh, that’s very nice.”

“Told you. Wait until you taste the filet.”

“I can hardly wait.”

To prove her words, her stomach rumbled. Kaylen laughed while Raine blushed. “Hungry?”

“Obviously. I haven’t had anything to eat since the torte in your plane.”

“I hope you like French Onion soup. I ordered that instead of salad.”

“I love it.”

He glanced into his wineglass, amazed that he continued to feel so nervous about this evening. “It isn’t a good idea to invite a woman to dinner and not find out what she likes or dislikes.”

“I’m not a picky eater. Except for artichokes.” She shivered. “I can’t imagine why anyone would eat them.”

He tapped her glass again with his. “I agree with you there.”

Raine sipped her wine, then openly studied his face. “We seem to agree on a lot of things.”

“Like what?” he asked, stretching his arm along the back of the couch behind her.

“Music. I loved all the songs you played while we were flying today, and what’s playing now. Food.” She lifted her glass an inch. “Wine.”

“I like wine, but I’m not an expert. I asked Kaci what went best with filet. She suggested either Merlot or Bordeaux.”

“I’ll tell you a secret.” She leaned closer to him. Kaylen bent his head so she could whisper in his ear. “I’m not an expert either. I just know what I like.”

Kaylen laughed again, delighted at her honesty and humor. Very little about this woman didn’t delight him.

He lifted tendrils of her hair, rubbed them between his thumb and forefinger. So soft, and his touch released the scent of flowers. “You’re so beautiful, Raine.”

“That sounds like something a man would say to a woman before he kisses her.”

“It could be, if that woman wants a kiss.”

“She wants it very much,” she said softly.

Only too happy to grant her request, Kaylen pressed his lips to hers in a gentle kiss. He tasted the wine on her breath, mixed with the unique flavor of Raine.

He knew immediately that one taste wouldn’t be enough.


You can find Get Lucky: Seven Steamy Romances at these outlets so don’t miss out. This box set is 99 cents for a limited time and it’s on preorder right now!






Thunderclap for Get Lucky!

Wednesday, February 18th, 2015

What is Thunderclap? It’s an opportunity for people to share great news about a book that’s come out! If you could share this Thunderclap for Get Lucky: Seven Steamy Romances, I would so very much appreciate it! Click here for the details. Get lucky is on 99 cent preorder right now. You can get your copy at these fine retailers:






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Monday, February 16th, 2015

Hey everyone! It’s been a whirlwind of things since I’ve participated in the Be Mine: Ten Erotic Romances for Valentine’s Day box set. So guess what? I’m in another box set with seven other authors. Here are the blurbs to tantalize you. Get Lucky: Seven Steamy Romances is only available for a limited time at 99 cents so grab yours while you can! Scroll down to the bottom to get the links!



Do you feel lucky? Seven tantalizing paranormal and contemporary romance tales designed to heat your days and melt your nights. This boxed set is only available for a LIMITED TIME so grab your copy before it’s gone.

Seven complete stories. Professionally Edited. Limited Release.

Forevermore by Denise A. Agnew

Mae Sutton travels to Scotland to investigate tormenting dreams that have plagued her since childhood. Once in the shadowy, misty land, she discovers a brooding Highlander—and a secret that threatens her very existence. Mae and Aidan have lived before, and the dark legacy that destroyed them once, may destroy them again…

Keep Me by Faith Andrews

Sexy, tatted up, underwear model Marcus Grayson is every girl’s dream—or more likely worst nightmare. Tessa Bradley is a self-sufficient, take-no-bull, single mother—well, now she is. When she runs into Marcus, her friend Riley’s once-adorable turned smoking-hot little brother, she has no idea how he’s about to rock her world.

Romance Quickies (Encounter 14) by Monique DuBois

Brooke is determined to get lucky on her favorite night of the year: St. Patrick’s Day. When she meets a charismatic Irishman with the same thing on his mind, sparks fly. Will Brooke’s bad luck in dating take a turn for the worse, or has she just found the luck o’ the Irish?

Archangel Jed (A Novella of The Seven) by USA Today Bestseller Lisa Hughey

Her secret has the power to destroy them both….

Jed, Archangel of Wisdom and Knowledge, has something to prove. Luci, a human Sage, has a dark secret. While on a quest to find a book that contains the knowledge to protect both their worlds from their mortal enemy, a forbidden love blossoms. But can Jed save her when the truth is revealed?

Risque Business by USA Today Bestseller Titania Ladley

Curvy Amy MacGowan has gained enough weight to tip the scale opposite a pot of gold. But she lives out her fantasies behind the headset of her 900 phone-sex company, Risqué Business. Just her luck, her hot ex-lover Gabe Rizzuto buys the café next door. Ah, just grand. Sooner or later, he’s going to notice she’s “bloomed,” and knowing his shenanigans, Amy’s in for some risky business.

Romancing Raine by Lynn LaFleur

Kaylen Montgomery is hit with instant lust when he sees Raine Bridewell…

Turning on the Irish charm has always made women fall at Kaylen’s feet. Not this time. Getting involved with another owner—or the brother of one—isn’t anywhere on Raine’s to-do list. Enter Shae, a four-inch fairy, who is sure Raine and Kaylen belong together.

Wolves In The Highlands by Megan J. Parker & Nathan Squiers

An artist sets out to find inspiration in the hills of Scotland and falls into the arms of two shapeshifting highlanders. As she’s entangled in their world, she finds more beauty and danger than she ever thought possible. These two beastly Scotsmen just may save her career…

If they can save her life first.

You can preorder your copy here:


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Excerpt: Ashfall (Wasteland Trilogy Book 1)

Friday, November 14th, 2014


Post apoc romance anyone? Today I thought I’d give you a sneak peek at Ashfall, the first story in my Wasteland Trilogy which comes out in December. (Unedited blurb and excerpt). This excerpt shows some of the beginning heat between the hero and the heroine. Enjoy!


A strong woman and a former Air Force pararescueman tangle with a brave new world forged by an apocalypse no one could stop.

Mally Andretti survived an apocalypse that has altered the world. Tucked away in a huge compound she should feel safe, but loneliness eats away at her. Until a deep, mysterious voice tantalizes her over the ham radio and invites her into soul deep conversation. Who is the man who claims to be her friend, who awakens mental and physical cravings?

Working for a private security company takes every bit of former Air Force pararescueman Adam Becker’s time, until a sexy voice on the ham radio tempts him to do and say things he’s never done before. Mally calls on every fiercely protective instinctive inside him, and when she’s in serious danger he’ll do anything to get to her in time.

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Adam and the two other men shuffled Tanner out of the complex and through the gate. After they’d released the idiot outside the gate, only Adam returned to the front door. The other two men stood outside the still open gate, weapons at the ready. A curious mixture of excitement and caution mingled in her psyche. Whoever Adam Becker really was, he scared the crap out of her in so many ways. Her gaze snagged on his body, and just from the way he moved, from the confidence he displayed, she imagined he was an interesting lover. But which type of lover was he? Uncouth and ruthless, or gentle and accommodating?

Really? She was thinking about this now? She’d officially lost her mind.

He stopped at the closed screen, a frown still in place, his weapon anchored over his body by a sling. He tucked the thumb on his left hand into his belt. His wide shoulders, muscled biceps and powerful forearms screamed intimidation.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Wonderful.” She knew her comment was laced with sarcasm.

“Can I come in a moment?” he asked quietly.

When she hesitated, he took off his sun glasses and hooked them in the front of his vest. She dared gaze into the darkest brown eyes she’d ever seen. But there was worry and warmth in those eyes, too. Now that his face was entirely revealed, she could see his heritage in his deeper-toned skin. His features were craggy in that his nose was a bit sharp and long and his jaw too hard. His mouth was…well, it was just right. Kissable. Embarrassed by the ridiculous and out-of-place fantasizing, she felt her face heating. She jerked her gaze from his.

“Mally, I’m not going to hurt you.” He glanced down at the Glock in her hand. “Hey, you’ve got a weapon. If I pull anything, you can just shoot me.”

She couldn’t smile, the situation was too bizarre and her heart thudding too fast. She nodded and opened the screen door. She backed away to let him inside, and he closed the door with a snap. He didn’t lock it and as she continued into the living room, she kept her weapon in hand. Feeling a little ridiculous, she took a risk and set her Glock on the coffee table.

He crossed his arms. “Serious heat you’re packing there.”

“Do you blame me?”

“Hell no.”

For a few seconds he said nothing, but then he approached. Her insides trembled, uncertainty gripping her. He drew nearer, and she felt like a deer about to bolt. When he stood close beside her, his attention like a hot brand on her face, she tilted her head slightly back to examine him. He was easily over six feet, and at five foot seven she felt seriously at a disadvantage. In sheer muscle he outweighed her by a sizable amount. She could easily picture him saving other military personnel in his capacity of pararescueman. Right then her legs turned to gelatin. Either Tanner’s intrusion had disturbed her more than she thought, or this man’s mere presence set off a weird reaction.

Impulsively she put her hand on his vest, ready to push him away. “Think you’re standing close enough?”

His hand covered hers and held it in place, and he edged the tiniest bit closer. She drew in a sharp little breath.

“God,” he said softly as he looked down at her. “You’re trembling. It’s okay. No one’s going to hurt you. You’re safe with me.”

“What about your friends?”

He shook his head. “They’re solid guys. If one even considered touching you, I’d pound their faces.”

A wild heat danced through her, and she couldn’t help smiling just a little. She drew in a deep breath. He smelled like man…a mild mix of musk and maybe leather. It penetrated her senses and sent the warmth higher. Her fingers curled into his ballistic nylon vest. Recklessness beat in her veins, and she’d never felt anything quite like it before.