Friday, May 30, 2014

'Read to Me' by Nona Raines


Read to Me by Nona Raines
Published by The Wild Rose Press (a Scarlet rosette)
Genre: Erotic M/F novella
Releasing: May 30, 2014



At the age of forty-four, Blaise Blankenship believes her own opportunity for romance has long since passed until she accidentally lands in the lap of a sexy stranger. She and the handsome Latino connect over an afternoon at a local bookstore, sharing their love of erotica. Blaise is swept away by an impetuous, hot, "no last names" night together. But the morning after reveals a truth she can't ignore—or avoid.


A waitress appeared at their table. "What can I get you?"

"Do you have any Krupnik?" Blaise asked.

The young server's brow crinkled. "I don't…"

"It's a honey flavored drink," Guy told her.

She shook her head. "I don't think we have that." Then a smile stole across her face. "But maybe I can come up with something."

She left, and the two of them sat without speaking. The silence was a comfortable cocoon enveloping them, connecting them. There was no need for speech.

A bit later, the waitress returned with two rocks glasses half-filled with an amber liquid. "Honey flavored Kentucky bourbon," she explained as she served them.

Guy paid the woman then lifted his glass in a toast.

Blaise followed suit. "What shall we toast?"

"To happy accidents," he proposed.

"That works for me." They clinked their glasses, and Blaise took a sip. Though unusually sweet, the drink had the familiar burn of whiskey. Heat spread down her throat to her belly and below.

He touched the book. "Shall we continue?"

She nodded, and Guy opened to the page and began to read. People around them chatted and laughed, going about their business, but she and Guy were in a bubble. No one looked their way. No one paid them any mind. They were in a tiny universe all their own.

Blaise sipped her drink, sliding closer to him in the circular booth. He was so big, so warm. Just being near him made her body heat rise. Perspiration bloomed, and her blouse clung to her skin. Her nipples, hard and achy, poked against her bra. A few words penetrated the haze—something about the Hummingbird's Kiss—but it wasn't the story line or the whiskey making her woozy. She was getting drunk on the low, sensual timbre of Guy's voice.

Soon the words blurred into an incomprehensible buzz in her ears. Her breath slowed as she watched his lips move. She pictured herself kissing them, licking the sweetness from them. Lowering her gaze to his hands, she imagined them touching her. He'd skim the pads of his fingers along her torso, fasten those succulent lips of his on her nipple and pull…

Her pussy responded to the fantasy with an answering pull. She shifted slightly to ease the throb between her thighs. Her movement must have distracted him. His gaze flickered from the page to light on her face and his voice trailed off.

Guy nodded to her empty glass. "Another?"

She'd finished it? When had that happened? "No." Her tongue felt thick.

"Would you like something else, then?" he asked.

She knew what exactly she wanted. The question was, did she have the guts to ask?
It's your last chance. Your last adventure before you become the boring old mother of the bride. Take it. Take it!

Gathering her courage, she took the leap. "Yes." She placed her hand on his thigh. Underneath her fingers, his muscles tensed. His eyebrows lowered and his gaze sharpened.

"Yes." She squeezed his thigh. "I want to get a room. Let's go upstairs."

Author Bio

Nona Raines became hooked on romances when she first picked up "The Flame and the Flower" by Kathleen Woodiwiss (and she's not telling how long ago that was). Romances may have changed since then, but her love for a good love story has not. She's been writing off and on for years, but it was only when she joined the Central New York Romance Writers Association that she finally gained the support and confidence she needed to complete a manuscript.

Nona lives in upstate New York with her many pets and is currently working on her next novel. A former librarian, she enjoys reading books of all genres and discussing them with others. Her books include The Man Series (One Good Man, Take This Man and Her Perfect Man) from The Wild Rose Press and Uncollared from Loose Id. Her transgender romance His Kind of Woman was a GLBT finalist in the 2014 DABWAHA competition sponsored by the Dear Author and Smart Bitches, Trashy Books review blogs.

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'Love Without Warning Book One: No Pain, No Gain' by Holly Kemper


When Jenny Fletcher decided she wasn’t happy with her life, she didn’t try to run away or hide. She searched within herself and found the strength she needed to transform herself. The road was a hard one, but she found it getting easier with each passing day. Then, an unexpected tragedy changed everything. The life she knew and the love she thought she had was brushed away in an instant.

In the aftermath, she is left to face a new world. It is a world in which she is the strong one her brawny husband, Mark, used to be. It is a world in which a handsome, green-eyed doctor can make her question every decision she has ever made. She first fumbles, then walks confidently through her new life, not only discovering an unforeseen love, but finding herself as well.

Book one finds Jenny braving the storm of heartache that rains down on her, washing the remains of her structured life away. While she fights to maintain the strength that has allowed her to reclaim her body, she must also fight to take back her spirit. The devastating betrayal of her unhappy husband, leaves her searching for solace in the kind green eyes of the compassionate Dr. Connor Blake.

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Sweat ran down Jenny Fletcher’s face in rivulets, converging at the neckline of her t-shirt and staining the pale pink to a deep blush. Little wisps of her deep brown hair slipped from her swinging ponytail and clung to her neck and face. She ran on, focused and determined, her breathing in cadence with her footfalls on the treadmill.
The giant window in front of the bank of exercise equipment, overlooked a busy street between the building and a strip mall across the way. There was a time when she would have died before jogging where hundreds of spectators could get an eyeful of her at their discretion, but they were no more than blurs on the periphery of her tunnel vision, today. Her heart was set on breaking her personal best and running eight miles without stopping.
She fixed her chocolate-colored eyes on the brightly lit sign in the window of the clothing store, situated at the end of the strip mall. Neon orange text scrolled by, urging readers to come in today to get top designs for their summer wardrobes. One phrase in particular kept jumping out at Jenny, and she found herself waiting for it to come back around.
“Designer swimsuits just in! Show off that beach body in the hottest new styles!”
She had never worn a swimsuit in her life, but the adolescent girl inside her, who had always longed to strut as confidently as her classmates did in their skimpy two-pieces, began to stir. She had lost too many summers hiding in the water, in her shirt and shorts, while the other girls flirted and squealed as boys chased them on the beach. It had left a dark blemish on her spirit. The thought gave her a blast of fresh dedication and pushed her on, despite burning calves and lungs.
With her second wind, Jenny knew she would reach her goal. She panted along, brushing off the old hurt and redoubling her concentration on her focal point. She was going to go the distance, and, for once, she didn't have to use Mark's snide remarks for motivation. She was seventy pounds down, with twenty more to go, and now that her goal was in sight, she refused to quit. She never thought there would be a time when the highlight of her day would be to hit the gym and run.
Her gym was exactly what she wanted in a workout facility. She checked out the franchise places, but they all drew a bigger crowd than she wanted to face. She decided on a small place called Beni’s, named after its owner, a local woman named Benita Warren. The atmosphere was pleasant and clean, with enough equipment to ensure a good workout, but not so much as to attract the muscle heads.
As she ran, Jenny’s mind began to wander back to the argument she had with Mark before she left for the gym. Their fighting was becoming a part of daily life. She assumed her pursuit of a healthy life and a more appealing body would have brought her closer to her husband. Unfortunately, it seemed he couldn’t see her transformation, or he just ignored it. He continued to make cutting remarks at her expense and resented the time she devoted to her new self. Each comment and complaint pushed her even harder. She had learned to use her frustration as motivation, but the tension was creating a disconnect that became more noticeable every day. She just wanted Mark to look at her the way he did five years ago, like she was the light of his life.
This morning’s fight had been about the scrambled egg whites, turkey bacon, and fruit salad she served for breakfast. Mark was resistant to the food changes Jenny had to make in order to be healthy, which resulted in her cooking two separate offerings at each meal.
This morning, she had been running late and didn’t have time to make the food he wanted, so she just made enough of her breakfast for the both of them. He made his feelings known immediately.
“What is this?” His response was a snarl.
“Breakfast, Mark. I didn’t have time to fix anything else. Just try it.”
“You would have had time if you hadn’t made this fake diet crap. Where the hell is the bacon on a turkey, anyway?”
"Really? We have to go through this every time I can't fix you a big plate of fat and carbs?" Jenny asked, unable to keep the exasperation from her voice.
“Fat and carbs,” Mark mimicked snidely.
“Why are you doing this? You could at least try it before you decide that it isn’t good. You might like it.”
“If I don’t have a decent breakfast, I am so hungry by lunch time that I’m sick. We can’t all make our living sitting behind a desk, you know. Some of us do hard, physical labor that requires fuel for the body. I need something that will stick with me and not your diet junk. I don’t say anything when you run out of here two hours early every morning so you can run down to your little gym or about all the money you are spending on this little adventure of yours. The least you could do is make me a decent meal!” His voice boomed as he finished his rant. Jenny felt the white-hot anger burn up her body.
“You don’t say anything? Are you serious? You never stop saying anything! All I ever get from you anymore is how awful this is for you! I cannot believe you are going to sit there and tell me you never complain. Why can’t you just be happy for me and try to enjoy your breakfast?”
“Maybe I would be happy if my wife remembered her commitments to our home and her husband. Maybe then I wouldn’t be looking forward to a fast food lunch, or as I like to call it, the best meal of my day!” By now Mark was shouting and red in the face. Jenny decided that it would be best to just drop the matter for now. She didn’t have time, and it wasn’t going to get them anywhere, anyway. She began eating her breakfast, which had grown cold.
“Oh, now she doesn’t have anything to say!” Mark ranted on. “I guess the truth hurts. Miss Skinny clammed up quick on that one, didn’t she?’ She ignored his taunts, although her tongue ached to respond.
He had taken to calling her “Miss Skinny”, initially, as a playful nickname to demonstrate he had noticed her weight loss. However, it had become a jab that he used to mock her efforts, and she hated the endearment now. She concentrated on chewing the cold, rubbery turkey bacon, determined to ignore his nonsense. She wanted to hurry and finish so she could get away from him
“So now you’re just going to ignore me, huh?” He had lowered his voice, but the snide tone remained.
“That’s right I am. I am going to get this day in motion if it kills us both,” she finally growled back.
“Oh, I guess I am cutting into your gym time aren’t I?” Jenny swallowed the response that burned inside her throat. She just wanted to get away from him.
“Okay, Mark. I am sorry I didn’t have time to cook two meals, and I selfishly decided to be healthy instead. Is that what you want to hear? I was not trying to ruin your day or force my choices on you. I only wanted to get moving. So, let me be the bigger person and extend the olive branch here so we can move on. How about I make you a fried chicken dinner tonight to make up for your lousy breakfast?”
She affected a sugary smile, knowing that he understood she was just appeasing him. To him, that meant he won, and he would let it drop. She despised cowing to his childishness. For a moment, he didn’t respond. Then, with the slow, sulking pace of a child after a tantrum, he pulled his plate toward him and scowled at the contents as he picked up his fork.
“I won’t be home for dinner tonight. I am supposed to help Jared move, remember? We were just going to grab some pizza after.”
Jenny couldn’t remember whether, or not, Mark had told her about his best friend moving. Lately, their communication had become so difficult, it was possible that he told her and she forgot. It was just as likely, that he didn’t bother telling her at all. Either way, she felt it better to let it go, than to prolong the discussion.
“Okay, so how about I make it tomorrow night?”
He grunted his acceptance and pushed a forkful of fruit salad into his mouth before making a sour face. She fought the urge to pour the container of orange juice over his smug head.
“Alright, I guess. Just don’t make it diet fried chicken.” He chuckled at his own genius.
“Oh, aren’t you the clever one?” Jenny quipped, with a strained smile, rolling her eyes at his corny attempt at humor. She quickly stood and deposited her dishes in the sink before he could respond. She fled to the sanctuary of her car, grateful to be free of him.
The alarm on the treadmill brought Jenny crashing back into the present, and fatigue enveloped her. It seemed her body had been waiting for the beeping notes indicating the end of her run. She clutched the hand rails and hopped to straddle the moving tread, a little trick she had eventually gotten the hang of after watching her fellow gym members. She stood in that position and closed her eyes while she focused on her breathing.
She felt elated despite her weariness. She had accomplished her goal. Her heart pounded, her body was drenched in sweat, and her breath was still coming in ragged gasps, but she felt amazing. She opened her eyes and noticed the tread was still running. She was reaching to press the stop button, when a deep, masculine voice materialized next to her.
“Nice hustle.” Jenny turned her head and met the gaze of the voice’s owner. Brilliant green eyes danced mischievously back at her, and a low flush crept up her neck, as she took in the tall, muscular frame of the strawberry-blonde man mounting the treadmill next to her. Her heart sank, as she realized the good-looking newcomer must be mocking her. All her happy thoughts shattered in an instant. She had worked so hard, but still was the gym loser. All at once, she had to get away from the situation.
“Thanks,” she mumbled, turning away from his searching face.
In her haste, she forgot to stop the treadmill, and when her foot landed on the running tread, she lost her balance right away. To her horror, she landed on her right hip and flew to the foot of the machine. The fall concluded with her sprawled at the end of the treadmill, her motion stopped by the gray carpeting that covered the floor of the gym.
It took a moment for her to realize the burning sensation to her back, just below her right ribs, was coming from the friction of the machine’s belt chafing her exposed skin. In the helter-skelter of her spill, her loose t shirt was yanked up, leaving her back bare against the moving tread. Before she had a chance to react, Green Eyes was at her side lifting her from the floor effortlessly.

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Holly Kemper has been a Licensed Practical Nurse for more than ten years. Her time in the health industry has provided a wealth of inspiration for her tales of the human condition. She has treasured the opportunity to see life through the eyes of so many.

Holly has a passion for writing and reading. When not engrossed in another author’s work, she can be found creating a new story of her own. Writing has been her heart’s calling for as long as she can remember.

In addition to her love of the written word, Holly enjoys time spent with her family and friends. She has been fortunate enough to find her the other half of her soul in her husband, James. They reside in the picturesque surroundings of southeast Missouri, with their dog, Cheech.

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'Her Heart for the Asking (Texas Hearts #1)' by Lisa Mondello

Her Heart for the Asking by Lisa Mondello

Mandy Morgan swore she’d never step foot in Texas again after Beau Gentry left her for life on the rodeo circuit eight years before. But now her uncle’s heart is failing and she has to convince him that surgery will save his life. She never dreamed the first thing she’d see when she stepped off the plane would be her biggest nightmare...the one man she’d never stopped loving.

Beau Gentry had the fever for two things: the rodeo and Mandy Morgan. But for Beau, loving Mandy was complicated by his father’s vendetta against her uncle. This led him to make the hardest decision of his life and he can still see the bitterness and hurt on Mandy’s face. All these years it has killed him to think Mandy had forgotten him and moved as far away as possible from him. But now they’re back in Texas, and he’s going to do all he can to win back her love.

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"What are you doing here?" Mandy Morgan asked, dropping her too-heavy overnight case on the sun-roasted tarmac. After a grueling forty-eight hour work stint and a five-hour flight from Philadelphia, she stood wilting under the brutal Texas sun, facing her biggest nightmare. 
Beau Gentry. 
She groaned inwardly, drinking Beau in with her eyes as if she hadn't had a drop of water in months. Eight years was more like it. If she were eight years smarter, she would be moving her aching feet as fast as she could in the opposite direction. But all she could do was stare at eyes so bright they rivaled the blazing sun. At lips so kissable she'd spent the better part of her adult life trying to wipe the memory clean from her mind.

She had expected Beau would have aged some. When she allowed herself to think about him at all, she reminded herself. The faint lines etched in the corners of his sleepy gray-blue eyes gave a hint of maturity, but most probably caused by long days in the cruel sun.

She fought the urge to take a closer look at his ruggedly handsome features, but failed. How could he have gotten better looking after being abused by every bronc-busting horse on the rodeo circuit? His angular jaw, strong and determined, was shaded with beard growth that was probably a day old, maybe more. Mandy suspected if Beau grew a full beard, it would grow in thick and be the smooth texture of his almost black head of hair. She forced aside past memories that gave her such knowledge with renewed irritation.

The man didn't even have the decency to have a crooked nose. What should have been bent and awkward from being broken a few too many times was instead long and straight, shaped perfectly between high cheek bones most women would swoon over, or kill to have themselves. But on Beau Gentry, it was just one thousand percent robust cowboy. 
Damn him. 
"I'm your ride out to the Double T," Beau said, gripping the edge of his white straw cowboy hat and tipping it in a cordial gesture. 
She ground the heels of her low pumps into the soft tar to contain her growing irritation. Did he think she was an idiot? "No way." 
"'Fraid so," he said, his expression slightly askew. 
"Hank didn't mention anything about you coming to get me when I spoke to him on the phone."

"I suspect he thought you would have found some excuse not to come if you knew I was picking you up." 
"He would have been right. Why didn't one of the hands come get me?"

Settling his hand at the base of his neck, Beau replied, "You're looking at him. As of three weeks ago I am one of the ranch hands at the Double T."

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New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, Lisa Mondello, is an award winning author and has published over 20 romance novels. Her bestselling series includes TEXAS HEARTS, DAKOTA HEARTS and Fate with a Helping Hand. She’s held many jobs in her life including managing a Boston rock band, selling catering tools and working in special education. But writing novels in the last job she’ll ever have because she’s not retiring! For more information and to get news about upcoming books, visit her at

Thursday, May 29, 2014

'On the Rocks (A Mixology Novel)' by Alyssa Rose Ivy Release Day Launch!

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ON THE ROCKS Synopsis:

Love is best served on the rocks.

My roommates look really good naked. At least one of them does. I’m sure the other one does too, but I haven’t seen him without his pants on. Living with two guys wasn't something I’d ever considered, but the opportunity fell in my lap, and I’d have been crazy to turn it down.

College went by in a great big blur leaving me with less of a direction than I had going in. Add in a family that wanted nothing to do with me, and my post-college plans were less than clear. What’s a girl to do when she has nowhere else to turn? She moves to the Outer Banks and learns to bartend. After all, it was my horrible bartending skills that led me to my roommate’s bed and into his heart.

I heard the water in the sink running, and I assumed someone was brushing their teeth. I knocked while pushing open the door. “I just need my—”

The rest of my words were lost as Macon turned toward me. There he was holding a toothbrush and wearing nothing. Absolutely nothing.

“Oh my god. I am so sorry.” I backed out without finding my brush.

“Can I help you?” His voice was amused. How was he amused?

“Why are you naked?”

“Because I just got out of the shower.”

I kept looking down. “But you were brushing your teeth.”

“I like to dry off before I get dressed. You should try it sometime.”

“That’s what a towel is for.” I heard the ping of the towel bar. I glanced up, half hoping he’d be covered and half hoping he wouldn’t be. He had a towel tied around his waist.

“I guess we’re even then.”

“Even?” I could barely think straight. I was still picturing Macon naked.

“Yeah, I walked in on you in a towel, now you’ve seen me baring it all. We’re good to go.”

“I wasn’t naked.”

He grinned. “So what you’re saying is now I’m the one with the extra points. Nice.”

“You’re crazy.”

“I am? You’re the one who opened the door without waiting for an answer, and what did you need anyway?”

“My brush,” I answered sheepishly. He was right, I did pretty much barge right in.

“Here you go,” he held out the brush.

I took it, and my hand brushed against his in the process. Even tiny touches from him got me. “Thanks, and sorry.”

“Not a problem, roomie.”


“Is there anything else?”

“Oh, no. Nothing.” I backed out the rest of the way and closed the door. Could I get more embarrassing?

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Alyssa Rose Ivy is a New Adult and Young Adult author who loves to weave stories with romance and a southern setting. Although raised in the New York area, she fell in love with the South after moving to New Orleans for college. After years as a perpetual student, she turned back to her creative side and decided to write. She lives in North Carolina with her husband and two young children, and she can usually be found with a cup of coffee in her hand.    


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'Demon of Envy (Gods of Love)' by Jennifer Lynne

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Phthonos, god of envy and jealousy, has been given a second chance at life and love in the mortal realm. He is desperate to make up for the mistakes of his past. But is Thon more demon than god? And if the demon Envy wins out, how will this lonely god ever find room in his heart for love?

Olivia is an ordinary woman living an ordered life, but at thirty-two true romance appears to have eluded her. Everywhere she looks people are in relationships or falling in love, but her career as an administrator and her charity work are enough to keep the demon of envy at bay.

Or so she thinks…until the moment he turns up on her doorstep with a demand that rips her life and her heart wide open and leaves her at risk of eternal torment.

DEMON OF ENVY is the fifth novella in the GODS OF LOVE series, but each story is designed as a stand-alone with the Greek gods of desire as a common theme. The series can be read in any order.

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The need to engulf her with everything raging inside flooded over him with such force he went super-still. Get it under control. The darkness was too all-consuming, and she couldn't withstand him if he lost it. She was so delicate and easy to break, despite that elusive core of inner strength, and he had to remember at all times to hold himself back.

She was human. She was fragile. And she was about to become his if he could only control his demon long enough to keep her safe.

He shucked off his T-shirt and threw it to one side, before moving forward to take over from her fumbling fingers. "With pleasure." Remember. Do it slowly. He managed to release two more of the tiny buttons before a waft of her perfume teased his nostrils. It was a musky scent that reminded him of hot nights and seductive need, so long-forgotten that its sudden effect on his senses blasted his self-control to pieces. With a groan that rattled his throat on the way out he grabbed the two sides of her blouse and yanked them apart, the remaining three buttons flying off in all directions with a ripping pop, pop, pop.

"Oh!" Her gorgeous mouth formed into a round of surprise. He clutched at her wrists before she could cover her breasts, then released them slowly when he felt her peak of embarrassment begin to subside.

"No! Don't ever cover yourself when you are with me. I must look at you." She was solidly proportioned, with more flesh than was the current fashion, judging by what he'd seen in his brief time back here. But he liked it better when there was something substantial to hold onto.

His fingers trembled as he traced around first one large globe then the other. Her skin was so white he could see the blue network of veins peeking through from beneath. Her life force, so close to the surface. So tantalizing.

Copyright 2014 Jennifer Lynne

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Jennifer Lynne lives in Melbourne, Australia, and writes short contemporary erotic romance, mostly with paranormal/fantasy elements. When she’s not writing what her family and friends call “porn for chicks” and what she prefers to call “super-hot romance for intelligent readers”, she is working in the admin day job, running around after two teenage daughters and trying to find time for her lovely new husband.

Jennifer is published with Red Sage and Breathless Press. Over the past two years she has also embarked on an indie journey with the publication of her GODS OF LOVE romance series featuring erotic Greek gods and modern-day mortals in need of sexual healing.

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Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Cover Reveal! 'Guarding Poppy' by Christine Wenrick

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Alec Lambert was born to lead. He’s a ruling Elder of The Brethren, possessing steely confidence, natural smarts, and decisive problem solving abilities . . . and he’s not too bad on the eyes, either. Everything in his life has gone exactly according to plan—until the night of Brahm Hill. Alec loses his best friend at the hands of the uncle he trusted like a father, along with his previously unshakable faith to lead those with whom he’s charged. Despite this, he continues to press ahead, and for his next assignment he’s asked to protect a very beautiful but very clumsy Dhampir who’s being hunted by a powerful warlock. Suddenly, he finds his whole Brethren world is turned upside down . . . and he finds himself harboring a desire for her he can’t explain.

Poppy Honeywell knows she’s far from perfect. Bad things tend to happen when she’s around. She’s more than a little clumsy, with a phobia or two mixed in. Not to mention that her name is certainly unusual. But she doesn’t have time to worry about all that because she’s on the run and not about to back down from the arrogant Elder who’s just been assigned as her protector, claiming he has all the answers to her problems. The real problem, though, is . . . she’s irresistibly drawn to this man who faces constant danger and takes charge so naturally. But Poppy also sees that taking charge of others helps Alec mask his own very deep pain.


Book One in the series Someone Else's Skye, is available now.

One night. . . One violent supernatural battle

And five stories of the men whose lives

will be changed by it.

Someone Else’s Skye – Kane, Brethren Guardian and one of the few Natural Shape-Shifters left in existence, survived the bloody battle of Brahm Hill but lost two of his closest friends. For all of his good-natured sarcasm and eye-popping good looks, Kane finds himself unable to completely forget about that night, so he seeks comfort in the one thing he is truly good at . . . sex!

This shape-shifting bad boy believes in having a good time—a very good time, usually involving some mingled heavy breathing with a sexy Dhampir in a tiny closet somewhere. But when he’s sent into the freezing tundra of the Northwest Territories to investigate a troublesome supernatural being on the loose, he ends up crossing paths with a woman who almost instantly drives him insane with want . . . because she doesn’t seem to be falling for the shifter’s charms.

It’s completely inexplicable.

Skye Matthews has a job to do, and she needs to be focused on that, not spending all her time rebuffing the advances of this way-too-cocky and handsome stranger. Yet, there is something irresistible about this self-involved playboy that Skye can’t seem to stay away from. And when the unidentified Kane is sent to investigate takes an unnatural interest in her, protecting her becomes the Guardian’s top priority.

But… can Kane save Skye from a supernatural being no one has ever encountered before?

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Christine is a graduate of Washington State University where she received a BA in Interior Design. And true to form of using mostly her ‘right brain’, she splits her time between her commercial design career and her imaginary world of writing. She lives in the scenic Pacific Northwest where she enjoys hiking, camping and photographing many of the wonderful places that served as inspiration for her writing. Her biggest reward in life is any given day when one of her books connects with a reader because she herself is such a lover of reading. Some of her favorite authors include Lisa Kleypas, Julia Quinn, and Kimberly Derting.

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Tuesday, May 27, 2014

'Dreams Worth Dying For' by J.P. Herman


Wealthy Madison Avenue advertising executive Andy Pettigrew's recurring dreams of inner peace and contentment center on his desperate need to love and be loved. Middle-aged and divorced, Andy laments the fact that his heart is as empty as his bank accounts are full. Dying to change things, he sets out to balance the books, eagerly boarding his vintage red and white Corvette convertible for the ride of a lifetime. What follows is an account of Andy's adventurous transformation from reality to make-believe and back again. Co-stars include a beautiful woman named Dr. Susan Jacoby, some well-known Key West spirits, a smattering of Great Lakes ghosts and an angel or two.

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Chapter One
A phone's shrill ring cuts through the early morning silence, shaking Andy Pettigrew awake. He lay still for several minutes, staring out the huge bedroom window off his posh penthouse apartment.
It's 7 a.m. and the sun is partially visible on the horizon as it settles in among a smattering of cirrus clouds and early morning fog. There's enough sunlight to see activity stirring on Park Avenue seven stories below. People scurry from one place to the next as traffic moves up and down the boulevard, horns beeping, lights flashing. Soon, a sea of humanity will fill the streets, swarming like ants on a large sand hill.
It's that bone-jarring vibrance that once filled Andy with excitement and wonder. Not long ago, he'd eagerly dive into the fray with the wide-eyed glee of a kid running after an ice cream truck on a hot summer day. But this morning's different. Though the landscape before him is as bright, uplifting and inspiring as it's always been, Andy's burning ambition seems to have gone up in smoke.
He rises unsteadily from his bed, more like a weary man crawling out of the surf after a lengthy swim than a top executive eager to seize the day. He steps tentatively into the morning light, wobbling like a new-born fawn. He stares out his window at the Manhattan skyline, squinting as if he's trying to find some sort of life-changing message painted on the eastern horizon. Seeing nothing of the sort, he tries to snap himself to attention, slapping his thigh like an old-time joke-telling, waving Don Quixote-like at the outside world below.
"Let the race begin and may the best person win," he says softly, with nary a hint of conviction. He chuckles at the incongruity, but his laugh is more like a shallow, nervous cackle than the robust, anxiety-busting outbursts he's known for.
"Damn," Andy says, shaking his head in frustration. Something's put the brakes on this hard-charging guy who once fearlessly drove himself like a high-powered race car, pedal-to-the-metal, eyes straight ahead, flying down the track, smoke swirling in his wake, giving his all to capture the prize.
But today, Andy looks more like an over-fed house cat than a blood-thirsty tiger. He seems stuck in neutral, reluctant to start his car let alone race it. Ambition and greed seem to have given way to a more powerful force that won't be denied, like the overwhelming  pull of gravity, or the unyielding strength of an ocean tide.
Andy's learned a lot in his career, but he reckons it's what he hasn't learned that's now more important.
How could the career he's loved so deeply for so long leave him feeling so lonely and unloved? How could the riches he's amassed leave him feeling so poor? And why does the thought of facing a routine work day now fill him with fear and anxiety?
For some time, Andy has yearned to leave his velvet rut to explore the parts of life he's ignored for so many years. He dreams of taking a more meaningful journey, a journey inward in search of the true happiness he's yet to know.
For Andy, this morning's bright eastern sky just might signal a new beginning, a change he hopes will be as liberating as it is exciting. Optimism lifts his spirits, giving him the strength to go on.
As he prepares to begin this day at the office, all he can think of is leaving life on Madison Avenue, that special place where fact and fiction often crawl into bed together, creating unseemly mergers with uncertain consequences, like when spinsters make love to virgins, blurring the line between lechery and innocence, dreams and reality.

About the author:

J.P. Herman won more than 40 regional, state and national awards as a reporter before being appointed top editor of the Traverse City (MI) Record-Eagle at the age of 29. He later served as a corporate news executive in New York and in various editing roles at newspapers in Illinois, Wisconsin, Indiana and New York. He was elected to the board of directors of the American Society of Newspaper Editors and served several times as a Pulitzer Prize juror at Columbia University in New York City. An honors graduate of Marist College in Poughkeepsie, New York, J.P., his wife and family live in upstate New York. They spend summers in a small Michigan town on the shores of Lake Huron. J.P. is a prolific songwriter, having penned melodies and lyrics to more than 200 songs.

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'Seduction (Strong Young Women Book 1)' by Joyce Jordan


Gabriel Boyd was used to getting what he wanted in both his personal life and in business. He didn’t get to be a billionaire by taking ‘No’ as an acceptable answer, until he met Ana Summers who refused to do business with him and sleep with him at the same time.

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Joyce Jordan grew up reading books from a young age. As a young child she enjoyed the mystery and suspense books and as she grew to be a teenager she added romance to her reading material. She always wanted to write but never knew how and with the costs of being a writer out of her reach she just continued her love of reading books from her favorite authors.

One day she fell across a book that mentioned the possibility of self publishing. She read several more books that claimed the same statement and so she gave it a go with her first book Seduction-book 1 [published September, 3rd 2013]. Surprisingly to her, the process was easy enough and with a few fans who loved that first book and encouraged her, she continued writing.



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Working with professional athletes and helping them recover from their injuries has always been Kate Townsend’s dream, but after an accident left her scarred and heartbroken years ago she refuses to let what happened in her past happen again. Staying focused is the key, as well as not letting her feelings interfere with her job … no matter the circumstances. All of that is easier said than done when not only one, but two men crave her healing touch, igniting every single desire she’s denied herself for so long.

Cooper Davis, NFL’s star quarterback and most eligible bachelor, packs up and leaves his home to move across the states to the East Coast after an injury results in the embarrassing trade to another team. Bitter from the pain, he deals with his problems through drugs and alcohol—almost ruining his football career—until he meets the one woman who makes him want to feel; the same woman who refuses to give up on him no matter how many times he screws up. He has to have her, and he’s not going to stop until he makes her his. Especially, now that someone else threatens to take her away.

Motocross champion and local bad boy Luke Collins never takes no for an answer. For the past four months he’s used his charms to get what he wants, and now he’s so close to getting the girl of his dreams … if she’ll give in just once. One time is all he needs, and he’s never been known to fail, but he’s also never had to fight for a woman’s affections. Only one man will win their way into Kate’s heart, but which one will intercept the other and take what they want? Which one will she choose?

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USA Today Bestselling author, L.P. Dover, is a southern belle residing in North Carolina along with her husband and two beautiful girls. Before she even began her literary journey she worked in Periodontics enjoying the wonderment of dental surgeries.

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Aside from being a wife and mother, L.P. Dover has written over nine novels including her Forever Fae series, the Second Chances series, and her standalone novel, Love, Lies, and Deception. Her favorite genre to read is romantic suspense and she also loves writing it. However, if she had to choose a setting to live in it would have to be with her faeries in the Land of the Fae.

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'May and the Single Heart' by Vi Zetterwall


Rachel Connor is a brilliant 34-year old writer with an optimistic attitude about life. She loses her job, lives with a port wine birthmark on her face and has a pile of manuscript rejection slips on her desk. Still she hopes for better times. An opportunity to write the biography of a rich software entrepreneur appears to change her love life and her fortunes around but Rachel doesn’t see the storm coming and finds herself in a no-win situation. The coin of luck falls into her hands and a fierce man steps in to turn the tide. But can she trust him anymore than the last man who did her wrong?

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Ten minutes later, Hunter arrived and supervised as two waiters wheeled in the food she had ordered. Rachel had gone all out and ordered full breakfasts for each of them. She knew how hungry she was, and figured that Hunter would eat twice as much, given his size.
While the food was being set up, Hunter raised his eyebrows at her and said, “Was there someone else joining us for breakfast? Maybe half a football team I wasn’t made aware of?”
Rachel shook her head. “No, I wasn’t sure what you liked and everything sounded really good.” She blushed and then looked at all the food she had ordered. She had gone a bit overboard.
Hunter gave her a small smile as the waiters left the room. “Don’t worry about it. Crane can handle the bill.”
Rachel hadn’t even thought about the expense. At her look of horror Hunter couldn’t contain his chuckle. “Really, don’t worry about it. They actually pay him to stay here. It’s good publicity for the hotel.”
“Really?” she asked, still having a hard time rationalizing the waste.
“Really. Sit down and eat. What did you want to see first?”
Rachel filled a plate and sat down to eat, “I don’t really know. How much time do you think we have before Jason is finished?”
Hunter thinned his lips at her use of Crane’s first name. When they had boarded the plane, she had been calling him Crane. Now that he had worked his wiles on her, she was using his first name. That was never a good sign, and a clear indication that she was getting too involved emotionally.
Hunter secretly hated the way women threw themselves at his boss. The man was upfront with them, letting them know that a future was not in the cards, but they would get theirs hopes up anyway. When Crane tired of them, there would be tears, and threats of bodily harm—both his and theirsand then he would send them a nice parting gift and move on to his next conquest. Crane was a selfish, spoiled man who became bored very quickly.
Rachel was a nice girl and seemed somewhat na├»ve. Hunter hoped for her sake that she knew what she was getting into. He would hate to see her heart get trampled upon like Crane’s other girlfriends. “Crane will most likely be tied up until dinner time. That gives you around six hours to explore.”
Rachel ate in silence for a few minutes, thinking about all of the things she wanted to see and trying to figure out which ones Jason would be the least interested in seeing. She didn’t want to bore him by having him play tourist with her.
“How about the Trevi Fountain? I’m sure Jason has seen that many times.”
Hunter nodded. “The Trevi Fountain it is. Make sure you wear comfortable walking shoes. Driving in that area is almost impossible. We will park several blocks away and walk.”
Rachel nodded, finishing her breakfast quickly. Pushing up from the table, she just barely kept from bouncing in excitement. “Give me two minutes, and I’ll be ready.” She didn’t wait for an answer, but hurried off to the attached bedroom to grab her shoes, camera, and purse.

The city of Rome was spectacular. Hunter had parked the town car several blocks away and then escorted her to the Trevi Fountain. Rachel had been amazed at all of the people on the streets. It was standing room only at the fountain and she had to wait for over thirty minutes before she was finally standing at the fountains edge.
There were lots of kids running around the fountain, with teachers talking to them rapidly, no doubt trying to get them under control. Rachel smiled as she watched their antics, and even though she didn't understand the language, she was able to interpret the tone. Behave, or else!
Rachel was particularly interested in one little girl who appeared to be getting picked on by a group of slightly older boys. When she started to cry and no one intervened, Rachel couldn’t resist going up to her and standing beside her in support. Rachel shooed the boys off and was pleasantly surprised when the boys replied in English.
After they left, she turned to the little girl who couldn’t have been much more than six or seven years old. As Rachel bent down to get on her level, she hid her expression as she took in the port-wine stain covering the little girls left cheek. The tears were still wet upon her face and Rachel dug in her purse for a tissue.
As the little girl wiped her eyes, Rachel asked her, “Were they teasing you about your mark?”
When the little girl looked up, her eyes widened in wonder as she took in Rachel’s own birthmark. Reaching her little hand up, she traced the outline of the mark with gentle fingers before answering, “They were making fun of me. Calling me a clown.”
Rachel’s heart broke; she remembered the hurtful words that had been said to her by uninformed classmates. She also remembered the day she had come home from school crying and the advice and words of wisdom her mother had given her. She smiled at the little girl and asked her, “Do you want to know what my mother told me when the same thing happened to me?”
The little girl nodded her head and Rachel happened to look up, seeing Hunter and who she assumed to be the little girl’s teacher standing directly in her line of vision. For once, Hunter had an expression on his face as he watched her; she just wasn’t educated enough about his expressions to interpret it.
Turning her attention back to the little girl, she lowered her voice. “My mother said that when the angels made me, they did such a super job, they were allowed to give me a special kiss so that everyone here on earth would know how special I was as well.”
The little girl’s eyes widened as she thought about that. “So, my mark is an angel kiss?”
Rachel nodded. “Yes. It means the angels thought you were very special. I think you’re very special as well.”
The teacher chose that moment to lean down next to the little girl and add her own voice, “You are exceptional, Bridgetta. Don’t ever forget that. Those boys are too young to understand.”
The little girl looked at her teacher, and seeing her nod, she smiled hugely and threw herself into Rachel’s arms for a quick hug. As quick as the hug started, it was over and the little girl was off, running to find her classmates.
Rachel stood up to find herself alone with Hunter, who still wore that strange expression on his face.
Hunter had been alarmed when Rachel had intervened in the schoolchildren’s verbal attack. Knowing that she didn’t speak Italian, he had followed closely, wanting to be there in case things went badly. When the teacher had approached, he had introduced himself and then stood by and watched as Rachel charmed the tears from the little girl’s eyes, putting confidence and pride in their place.
He hadn’t been able to hear what she had said, but whatever it was, it had been life-changing for the youngster. His curiosity got the better of him, and he asked, “What did you say to her?”
Rachel was shocked at the question, but happy that Hunter had decided to talk to her. “I told her what my mom told me the first day I came home from school crying. That the angels had kissed me because I was so special. The mark was their way of making sure that everyone else knew it as well.”
Hunter nodded. “Your mom sounds like a wise woman.”
Rachel nodded, smiling. “She’s the best. She never let me wallow in self-pity or get down on myself. She and my dad were very supportive while I was growing up.
Hunter nodded once again, turning to look at the fountain.
Rachel waited for him to say something else, disappointed when it appeared he was back to being his silent self. She dug through her purse for two coins and handed one to Hunter who just looked at it.
“You’re supposed to throw it over your shoulder and make a wish,” she offered, when he just stood there holding onto the coin.
Hunter hid his smirk at her sarcastic comment; Rachel was growing weary with his silence, but she knew she would have to get used to it. He only spoke when it was a last resort.
Rachel turned her back to the fountain, taking the coin in her right hand and tossing it backwards over her left shoulder. She closed her eyes for a moment and sent up a silent wish for happiness for those around her.
Opening her eyes, she saw Hunter still standing there, holding the coin. “Well? Aren’t you going to make your wish?”
Hunter made a move with his hand as if he was going to callously toss it in the fountain and she grabbed his hand, halting the movement. “You can’t do it like that. You have to toss it with your right hand, over your left shoulder. It’s tradition.”
Hunter dutifully turned and followed her instructions. As he heard the coin hit the water, he asked, “Are we done here?”
Rachel rolled her eyes; the man had no sense of romance, it seemed. “Sure. What else is close by?”
“Follow me.”
Hunter escorted her to several other sites within walking distance including the Column of Marcus Aurelius and the Temple of Hadrian, making sure to keep an eye on the time. Crane had texted him several times, keeping tabs on Rachel and instructing Hunter to have her back to the hotel by 6 o’clock for dinner.
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About the author:


My name is Vi Zetterwall. I live in Seattle, Washington and have a day job and a private life but for years I have whiled away spare time dreaming up plots and imagining stories about men and women and their unique romantic interactions. I’m in the process of writing a series of books about the Coin of Luck in Life and Love and how it affects multiple characters. So far, I have written five of the 12 (January and the Single Heart thru May) and June is coming out in a few days.

Making up stories has always seemed very easy for me. It was having the discipline to write them down that was tough. I wrote one novel and it took three years and, honestly, it wasn't very good. Then I started in on my favorite storyline and wrote and wrote. I got up to about 200 pages in Word and realized I wasn't even one fourth of the way through. In between working and taking care of family, it had taken me seven years. That one is still collecting dust.

Then I started watching what Amazon was doing and I saw all the ebooks that were being published as short stories. I thought "Hey, I could do that!" So now I aim to write novellas (20,000 to 50,000 words) and I find the words just fly off my fingertips. Good plots but short. Turns out to be much easier.

People ask me how I am able to write so quickly and I tell them the truth. When I was young, my older sister and I slept in the same bed. What I didn't know is that as soon as I fell asleep, she would get back up and watch TV. So she wanted me to fall asleep fast! I usually fell asleep pretty quickly but one time, when I was about six, I couldn't sleep and so my sister told me to 'tell myself a story'. Well, she was my big sister! I lived off of every word that flowed from her mouth. I believed everything she said. So, I told myself a story and got to sleep. I did it the next night too. And now, 26 years later, I am still telling myself stories. Every night. Granted, at first they were pretty juvenile but as I got older I started creating more elaborate stories, writing them out word for word in my head. Now, I have dozens and dozens of them waiting impatiently to get out of my head and onto paper ... or in this case, Kindles.

I am busy writing my next book now, which, predictably enough, is called "June and the Single Heart". I hope you've had a chance to read my story. It really means a lot to me. If you would be so kind as to drop me an email and tell me what you liked (or hated) about the book, I will use all your feedback to improve and make the next one better. Or, just write and tell me about yourself or say HI and tell me where you're from. I will put you on my list and send you a notice when my next book comes out and a sneak preview to it as well.

Thank you again for giving me the chance to entertain you. If your heart is already full, I hope that my story brought you a little more happiness. And if you are still searching for that one true love, I wish you Godspeed and I pray that my story gave you hope.

Vi Zetterwall