 I love this cover. Who isn't in love with a hot cowboy?? Make sure you share some love for Tamara and enter her giveaway!  Fetching Love by Tamara Hoffa Genre: Western Contemporary Romance As a fourteen year old, Megan Malone thought Chad Ryan hung the moon, but the boy of her dreams was already a man. Chad left town for seven years. Now he’s back. He’s the new veterinarian in town and he’s working for her dad, in the Animal clinic that she manages. Never mate a dog from your own kennel, so the saying goes, but… Chad Ryan is a dog. The skinny little girl who used to trail after him like a lost puppy, is now a beautiful woman. He has no business even noticing. On the heels of a failed relationship, and the beginning of his career, there is no time for love in his life. A matchmaking mom and dad, a boisterous yellow lab and fate have different plans. When it’s dropped in their path, no dog can resist Fetching Love.  The back door swung open and Chase sauntered in. “Hi, Ma. It smells great in here.” He snatched a slice of tomato from the board in front of her and she slapped at his hand. “Get out of that, you. The tomatoes are for the sauce.” “You’re making sauce and Sam and I didn’t get an invite for dinner?” He gave her his best puppy dog face. “We’re having Megan and Doc over for dinner,” Chad interjected before his mother could speak. “I’m making plenty. I’ll send some home with you and you can make my Samantha some nice spaghetti for dinner.” Chase looked crestfallen. “Aww, come on Ma. You know I hate to cook.” “Yes, I know, but Sam has been working too hard and she is big as a house. It’s the least you can do for her. All you have to do is boil up some noodles.” “I’m telling her you said she was big as a house,” he teased. Wiping her hands on her apron she placed her hands on her hips and gave her middle son the stare. Chad turned back to his tomatoes so he didn’t get caught in the crossfire. “I beg your pardon, young man. Did you just threaten your mother?” Chad struggled to keep a straight face, laughing now would earn him a smack in the head, but it was so funny to see his itty bitty mother squaring off with her six foot plus son. Watching out of the corner of his eye he saw Chase drop his head and mutter, “No, ma’am. I was only teasing.” Chad bit his cheek and continued to peel tomatoes. “Shoo, you two. Get out of my kitchen. Go eat your lunch in the living room.” She took the knife from Chad’s hand and pushed him toward the door. He grabbed the bag of food from the table. “Grab us a couple beers, Chase,” he tossed over his shoulder as he exited the room. They settled themselves on the sofa and Chad pulled the sandwiches and chips from the bag, along with some napkins. “I got you roast beef. That okay?” “It’s great. So, how’s the new job going?” They made small talk while they ate. Catching up on the goings on of the ranch and local gossip. When they had finished their sandwiches Chase sat back on the couch, took a long sip of his beer and leveled his gaze on Chad. “Okay, spill. I can tell you have something on your mind, so quit pussy footing around and let me have it.” “I never could get away with anything around here. I swear, between you, Chance and Ma, a man doesn’t stand a chance.” “Quit stalling.” “Okay, okay. Well, you remember Doc’s daughter, Megan?” “How could I forget? That poor girl had such a crush on you. She followed you around like a little puppy. Oh, no. She’s not still trailing after you, is she?” “I wish,” Chad muttered. Chase stuck a finger in his ear and wiggled it. “Did I just hear you right? You want little Megs following you around?” “Obviously you haven’t seen little Megs in a while. She’s not so little anymore. In fact, she’s a stone fox.” “Seriously? So, what’s the problem?” “I don’t know what to do. She runs the All About Animals office now, we work together. I know I shouldn’t pursue her, but I can’t get her out of my mind.” “Is she still stuck on you?” “I really don’t know. She always acts very professionally, but every once in a while I think I catch her watching me.” “So, ask her out. The worst she can do is say ‘no’” “No, that’s not the worst she could do. We work together. What if it doesn’t work out?” “What if it does? Are you really such a chicken shit that you’re willing to ignore your feelings for this girl because of a maybe?” “I don’t know. Julie really—” Chase interrupted. “Screw Julie.” “Been there. Done that. Got the broken heart to prove it.” Buy Links: Secret Cravings Publishing  Tamara Hoffa lives in central Tennessee, with her husband of 30 years, her three grown children, two grandchildren, 4 dogs and 2 cats. Tamara started reading when she was four years old and has rarely been seen without a book at hand since. At home you will usually find her in “nana’s chair” with her kindle, her laptop or one of her precious, precocious grandson’s in her lap. Tamara is an author, a reviewer, an editor, a professional reader and runs the SSLY blog with her best friend of thirty years, Beverly Ovalle. Tamara is proof positive that it’s never too late to reach for your dreams. Author Links: Site Facebook Twitter Goodreads Google+ Amazon  Tamara is giving away a copy off any ebook of her backlist to one lucky winner. Fill out the rafflecopter below for your chance to win.
a Rafflecopter giveaway  Liz is one of my favorite authors. I've read the original Essence of Time and fell in love with Rob and Blake. When she mentioned that she was adding to their story, I was thrilled. Now I'm able to share with you her updated book Essence of Time. Be sure to check out the new cover, blurb and steamy (NC-17) excerpt!  A “take life by the throat” philosophy has always served Rob well. It keeps him focused, forcing emotions and potential relationships to take a back seat to his aspirations. But once every obstacle has been conquered and he’s achieved his goal—executive chef at a famous Chicago restaurant—he must acknowledge that he has reached his mid-thirties very much alone. Blake has just jettisoned his dream job—head of a fast-growing craft microbrewery—to escape from the woman who shattered his soul. Arriving at a Chicago beer festival prepared to drown his sorrows before moving on he is miserable and numb. Fate throws the men together altering their respective worlds forever. Once Rob reveals the personal demon that has haunted him for years, Blake allows himself to fully trust again, and admits he wants a child. But a mutual attraction evolves out of a business arrangement with the woman hired as their surrogate, which has the potential to destroy an already delicate status quo. But time is of the essence, and becomes the one luxury they don't have. An honest depiction of a modern relationship mosaic reminding us to treasure every single moment we are allowed to love and be loved.  Essence of Time Excerpt: Rated NC 17 for sexually explicit scene/implied ménage The room pulsed with sweaty bodies and music. Rob was tired, but Blake had wanted to hit this club and he was finding that what made Blake happy did the same for him. He lifted his glass as Blake looked over at him, and then was swallowed up by the undulating crowd. Attractive men, women and everything in between moved as one body. He tried to repress a surge of jealousy as hands groped all over Blake’s form. The guy looked damn good, in dark denim jeans and a bright white shirt that hugged his strong frame like a sexy glove. “Hey handsome.” A lovely female with long black hair slid in alongside him, mirroring his stance. She held out her beer bottle and Rob touched his to it. The soft heat of her exposed skin made his body snap to attention. He shot her a glance that would speak volumes, if she were receptive. She turned, leaned against the rail and let her hair tumble down her back, the incredible perfection of her breasts clearly exposed to his gaze. Yeah, he thought, she will do very well. He moved closer, touched the top of her cleavage, pleased at the quick pebbling of her skin. She smiled at him, stepped closer. “Mmm….” She sighed as she covered his lips and probed with her small tongue. Her soft curves fit nicely against him. When he opened his eyes and spotted Blake sandwiched between a couple of lovely women, he broke the kiss and cupped the girl’s chin, his brain a whirl of possibility and his whole body zinging with desire. “Hey,” he whispered close to her ear. “You up for some fun tonight?” “Mai oui.” She bit his earlobe. Putting his hands on her bare arms, he held her back, shoving down the sudden urge to yank her into the back room and have her to himself. “You game for two of us?” He ran his finger down her neck and across the tops of her breasts. “Depends. The other one as hot as you?” She licked her plump lips, took a step into him and covered his zipper again with her hand. He let himself enjoy it a half a second, then smiled, turned her around and pointed over her bare shoulder at Blake, still stuck between the two supermodels, writhing in time to the pounding techno music. She sucked in a breath. “Really?” Rob leaned in, kissed her shoulder, ran a hand up her thigh, found her as pantiless as he figured she’d be. She kept her back to him, her breathing coming in small gasps as he licked his way up her neck, his fingers busy under her skirt. “Really.” He pressed his erection against her hip, relished the soft wet folds at his fingertips. She pulsed under his touch, moaning when he gave it just the right amount of pressure and speed. “Come for me, ma petite.” She stiffened, put a hand over her mouth. Rob smiled as her body shuddered. “Oui, just like that.” He bit down on her shoulder, slid his fingers from between her legs and sucked them into his mouth as she gripped the rail, still gasping for breath. He cupped the back of her neck, tugged her close, kissed her hard and then released her. Turning her slowly once again, he cupped a breast, ran his thumb over the peaking nipple. “That’s him. Go, dance, seduce him. I’ll be watching.” She smiled, grabbed his hand and sucked the fingers he’d just used to bring her to orgasm in this room full of people into her small, pert mouth. Then bit his fingertips and released him before sashaying out onto the dance floor, leaving him standing, his brain humming with anticipation. Over the next half hour or so she delivered, in spades, inserting herself between Blake and one of the chicks dripping off him with ease, wrapping herself around him and pulling him close. Rob leaned on the rail and watched, mesmerized, as Blake laughed, danced, and let the girl tease, touch and dirty dance with him. He grabbed another beer from a passing tray, and then caught the two of them in an incredible kiss, Blake’s hands roaming all over her half-dressed body. Just as Rob started to cut it short, not sure if he was actually ready to share Blake, the man opened his eyes and stared straight at Rob. He broke the kiss, turned the girl around and ground against her from behind. Rob lifted his beer bottle as Blake reached around and cupped a breast, leaning down to lick her neck. Rob smiled, relaxed, and let himself be calmed. Blake wanted this. So he did too. He put his fingers to his lips again, tasting her, finished the beer, then stalked out onto the floor, entering the fray and breaking a solid sweat sandwiching the girl, sneaking kisses with Blake over her head. At one point the girl, Juliet, he’d discovered, reached up and grabbed his neck and laid a kiss on him that made him breathless. “You guys are hot as shit. We gonna do this, or what?” He nodded, grabbed her hand and Blake’s and pulled them out into the warm Parisian night.   About Liz Crowe
Amazon best-selling author, beer blogger and beer marketing expert, mom of three, and soccer fan, Liz lives in the great Midwest, in a major college town. She has decades of experience in sales and fund raising, plus an eight-year stint as a three-continent, ex-pat trailing spouse. While working as a successful Realtor, Liz made the leap into writing novels about the same time she agreed to take on marketing and sales for the Wolverine State Brewing Company. Most days find her sweating inventory and sales figures for the brewery, unless she’s writing, editing or sweating promotional efforts for her latest publications. Her early forays into the publishing world led to a groundbreaking fiction subgenre, “Romance for Real Life,” which has gained thousands of fans and followers interested less in the “HEA” and more in the “WHA” (“What Happens After?”). More recently she is garnering even more fans across genres with her latest novels, which are more character-driven fiction, while remaining very much “real life.” With stories set in the not-so-common worlds of breweries, on the soccer pitch, in successful real estate offices and many times in exotic locales like Istanbul, Turkey, her books are unique and told with a fresh voice. The Liz Crowe backlist has something for any reader seeking complex storylines with humor and complete casts of characters that will delight, frustrate, and linger in the imagination long after the book is finished. If you are in the Ann Arbor area, be sure and stop into the Wolverine State Brewing Co. Tap Room—but don’t ask her for anything “like” a Bud Light, or risk serious injury. www.lizcrowe.com www.brewingpasssion.com www.a2beerwench.com www.facebook.com/lizcroweauthor www.twitter.com/beerwencha2 www.facebook.com/groups/LizCroweFans I love to share a new cover with my friends. Jennifer Lowery's cover for Hard to Handle is HOT! But there's more... this sizzling story has action and romance. Check out the post to see for yourself and be sure to share some love!  Hard To Handle/Romantic Suspense Tagline: His greatest fear…turned into her greatest adventure. Blurb: Amelia Sawyer is looking for adventure outside her ordinary life. She hires bush pilot Brody Kern to fly her into the South American jungle, expecting a dashing, debonair version of Indiana Jones, but Amelia butts heads with the brooding, gruff man. Brody Kern, former Air Force fighter pilot, doesn’t need another Sawyer determined to find the elusive Paraíso. People had been hurt or killed trying to find the mysterious place, including Amelia’s aunt, but Brody’s business partner has cleaned out their account and taken off with the money. Now Jeremy’s bookie is breathing down Brody’s neck, threatening to break his kneecaps, or worse, if he doesn’t pay his friend’s gambling debts. As Brody and Amelia hunt down the treasure with every criminal in the area wanting a piece, will it be the adventure of a lifetime—or will it result in heartbreaking betrayal? Content Warning: Sexual content Previously published as ‘The Treasure’ by Crimson Romance, 2013 
Excerpt Copyright 2014, Jennifer Lowery The door to the hangar flew open. Brody popped his head out. “We have to go. Right now. Move it.” Not the words she wanted to hear, but his tone and the red welt on his cheek got her moving. Clutching her bags like a shield, she hurried toward the hangar, tripping only once in her rush to see what happened. “What happened?” She stared at the crumpled body of Mr. Newton and another man she didn’t recognize on the floor. Brody, who worked fast to throw a side panel on the plane, barked, “Get in the plane.” “That plane?” Getting in the red and white piece of tin didn’t sound like a good idea. The plane looked even less reliable than his Land Rover. And wasn’t that an engine part lying on the floor beside his toolbox? “She’ll run fine.” Brody ran around to the other side of the plane, obviously to finish his hasty repair and put his plane back together. “Now, get the hell in.” Mr. Newton groaned. “I’m not sure about this,” she said. “What did you do to them?” “Nothing they didn’t invite.” In other words, he wasn’t going to tell her. “If you don’t get in this plane right now, then our friends there are going to wake up and they aren’t going to be happy. They want the map, Miss Sawyer, and I have no intention of giving it to them. Do you?” Amelia shook her head, looking at the two men who were beginning to stir. “Okay, okay.” She hurried toward the plane. “You’re giving me answers to your change of heart as soon as we get out of here, Brody Kern.” He opened the door for her, took her bags and tossed them in the back, then lifted her in the front seat before he slammed the door closed. Once he was in the seat next to her, he brought the plane to life. It choked and sputtered before gaining power. Reaching over her shoulder, she put on a seatbelt as Brody maneuvered the plane out of the hangar and onto the runway, which was nothing more than a cleared path through the jungle. The plane bounced and shook as they gained speed. Nothing like the jet she flew in on. Nothing at all. She’d loved the plane ride over. Loved flying the second she set foot on the jet. Maybe because it was the official start of her adventure, but either way, it was more fun than this. Safer, for sure. Brody’s plane sounded like a tank rattling down the road and it rode like one too. And she thought his Land Rover was bad. This felt like riding in a tin can with seats. Very close quarters. Every time they hit a bump, her shoulder hit Brody’s. “Are we going fast enough?” Amelia asked, worried they would hit the end of the runway before they gained enough speed. “Do you know how to fly this thing?” Brody didn’t answer, just concentrated on his task. He seemed confident enough with his hands on the oddly shaped steering wheel and his eyes watching the many dials. She had one of the funny shaped wheels on her side too, but she didn’t touch it. It moved with Brody’s so she let him have it. Nerves pounding, heart pumping, Amelia held on for dear life as they barreled down the runway. Frightened and excited, she watched the runway get shorter. Her life was in Brody’s hands and somehow that exhilarated her. Trees rushed past, her heart raced. They were almost at the end of the path. Trees loomed ahead, tall and unyielding, creating a barrier. Amelia gripped the seat in anticipation. They weren’t going to make it. 
 Author Bio:
NY Times & USA Today bestselling author, Jennifer Lowery grew up reading romance novels in the back of her math book and on the bus to school, and never wanted to be anything but a writer. Her summers were spent sitting at the kitchen table with her sisters spinning tales of romance and intrigue and always with a tall glass of ice tea at their side. Today, Jennifer is living that dream and she couldn’t be happier to share her passion with her readers. She loves everything there is about romance. Her stories feature alpha heroes who meet their match with strong, independent heroines. She believes that happily ever after is only the beginning of her stories. And the road to that happy ending is paved with action, adventure, and romance. As her characters find out when they face danger, overcome fears, and are forced to look deep within themselves to discover love. Jennifer lives in Michigan with her husband and two children. When she isn’t writing she enjoys reading and spending time with her family. Find Jennifer: Author Website Facebook Twitter Romance Recipes  Richard Berkeley's Bride by Cate Parke Historical Romance, @300 pages Turquoise Morning Press Will his ambitions and her fears imperil their future?  In Charlestowne, South Carolina Colony, 1769, a ship docks containing a treasure beyond most men's dreams--Lord Edward's lovely daughter, Alexandra--destined for one fortunate man, Richard Berkeley. Although he's the scion of a wealthy prominent family, the arranged marriage unlocks the door to far greater wealth and power than Richard ever hoped to achieve. He soon learns his lordship's offer to instate him as his sole heir isn't the only treasure worth risking his life for. Alexandra is the true prize. Intrigued by the proud, wealthy beauty soon to become his wife, Richard sets aside his mistress. But Eliza Perrineau had long schemed to become Richard's fiancée and is furious when he cast her off. Her plans for revenge quickly swell wildly and threaten to destroy Richard. Her cousin, Lord Thomas Graham plans to ensure his untimely demise and has him charged with murder. Unless Richard can prove his innocence fast, he'll swing for a crime he didn't commit. Alexandra has her own secrets--including deep-seated fears that imperil their chance for happiness. But Richard discovers Alexandra's love is a prize worth protecting--if only he can help her overcome her fears and past struggles to create a marriage truly worthy of their love. Buy Links: Amazon Turquoise Morning Press Excerpt: Charlestowne, South Carolina Colony, March 1768 Richard Berkeley broke the wax seal on his father’s message and read, “14th March. Lord Edward’s house, Meeting Street. Supper, eight o’clock. We have an offer to tender. ~Thos. Berkeley Postscript: It’s time you married, boy. We want heirs. Richard’s eyes widened and one eyebrow ratcheted up several notches. What in hell does this mean? Marriage…heirs? What the devil are my father and Lord Edward up to now? He’d once considered ways he hated starting his day and this note just shot to the top of his list. It occurred to him one of two possibilities existed. Either a life-changing opportunity knocked or he should run the other way—fast. The latter option was undoubtedly the best. **** “Come in, my son, come in.†Thomas Berkeley boomed, clapping Richard’s shoulder. “We’ve been waiting for you.†He turned and indicated a winged armchair across from Lord Edward. His father’s hearty good humor deepened Richard’s wariness. A worm of suspicion wriggled into Richard’s core. The glee contained in his father’s words triggered his conjecture that his elder barely restrained himself from rubbing his hands together in eagerness. Richard sat, and crossed an ankle over his knee. He contained an urge to drum his fingers on the chair’s arm and gripped it instead, while brooding, not for the first time that day, over what game these two schemers played. So he smoldered—not a little irritated over their intrusion into his well-deserved freedom—and gripped the chair so hard he left a deep imprint in the chair’s well-padded arm.  “Good evening, my boy. Busy day?†Lord Edward Campbell passed Richard a shimmering tumbler half-full of whisky. More than a little smug, his lordship’s piercing, blue-eyed stare pinned Richard against the chair’s back. Richard had always admired Lord Edward’s ability to miss not a single detail during complex negotiations. Yet his admiration did nothing to decrease his mounting uneasiness. Flickering candles alight in eight-branched candelabras, set on tables near them, chased deep dusk from the room and sparkled in the panes of tall, satin-draped windows. Richard’s quick glance slid toward first one man, then the other, still pondering what these two wanted of him. What did their earlier comment regarding his conjugal condition have to do with anything? And heirs? Wide smirks plastered the older men’s features. “Pardon me, sirs, but you leave me with the grim notion that you haven’t merely invited me to eat supper—but to be the main course.†Chuckling at Richard’s quip, Lord Edward leaned forward. “Thomas and I wish to propose a betrothal.†Richard’s head snapped up. A pin’s drop, falling onto the Persian carpet beneath his feet, would have echoed throughout the room. Well, now I know. “A betrothal, my lord? May I ask to whom?†Richard took a modest sip of the excellent whisky to cover his sudden urge to gulp. It’s a damned good thing my mouth wasn’t full of this when he made that pronouncement or his lordship might have worn the evidence of my surprise. It was the single thing he’d found to smile about…if only a smile could be mustered. His father and Lord Edward grinned enough for all three of them, like two aging cats that had gotten into a canary’s cage with satisfactory results. His lordship’s meticulous scrutiny left Richard feeling as though he were a naturalist’s specimen. “Yes, Richard. My daughter, Alexandra, is now of age and soon to have her London season. Afterward, she will return home and then you both may marry. My father assures me she resembles her mother in every way.†Richard’s glance skipped toward a portrait of Lady Georgiana, hanging above the fireplace. He knew the painting well, having seen it many times, and admired the lady’s extraordinary beauty. Lord Edward’s daughter might be the mirror image of her mother, yet he wasn’t ready to surrender the freedom his bachelor life afforded, nor ready to change his connubial status. At twenty-six, he deemed himself entitled to independence. After years spent pursuing his studies, first at Eton, then Christ Church, Oxford and, afterward, London’s Middle Temple, he’d worked hard to gain credentials anyone would find impressive for a man his age. Hard upon his return to Charlestowne, Lord Edward, his old mentor, lured him into his far-flung shipping venture and other financial schemes. “I’m pleased you’d consider me worthy of your daughter, My Lord. I recall her, of course, but she was just a small child when I left for England. I know little of her except her name.†“Hm-m. Yes, that is a difficulty, my boy.†His Lordship stared at him, and steepled his fingers. “Of course, she will be home next year and then you may meet her.†Richard cleared his throat. “If I may, sir, I sail to London next month on business. May I propose meeting her then? Afterward, I’ll reply to your proposal.†One of Lord Edward’s elegant brows lifted. “She leaves London for Inveraray Castle, my father’s home in Scotland, before your arrival in London, Richard.†He stirred in his chair and crossed one leg over the other. “If you wish, I will send a letter of introduction to my father with you. After our affairs in London are concluded you may travel to Argyllshire to meet her.†“I’m flattered, sir. I will, of course, be happy to make your daughter’s acquaintance. May I ask why I was chosen?†Richard was careful to remain blasé.  “Thomas permitted me a share in your rearing, Richard. You have grown to be a fine man whom I admire and trust. I flatter myself I played a small role in the outcome. Indeed, I could not be prouder of you if you were my own son.†“Edward and I spoke of this possibility when you and his daughter were both but youngsters, my son. It’s our hope you’ll concede to our proposal.†Two pairs of shrewd eyes in the faces of his elders stabbed him. “Your marriage to my daughter will unite two excellent names and fortunes into a mighty alliance. I will, of course, make you my heir. It was the coup Ä grâce. Richard strove but failed to restrain the outward sign of the piercing pleasure that speared him. Thoughts cascaded through his head. Well, I’d hoped to create a name and fortune in Charlestowne. Here it is…offered up for the taking. Possessed of a prominent and ancient name in the city, Richard’s family was amongst the colony’s most affluent. The eldest son of the eldest son, he’d inherit it all. “The question is,†he thought, “am I willing to surrender my independence for a girl I hardly remember? Well, Richard old man, there’s only one way to know.†And, if he was right, she just might be the wife he sought—the one worth far more than his forfeited bachelorhood. **** Lord Edward snapped the seal on the message and scanned the few words, allowing a slow triumphant smile to slide onto his face. Thursday, 20th October 1768 Inveraray Castle Sir, I have been introduced to your daughter. Miss Campbell is everything you described, yet far more. Consider me the willing fly caught in your web, my lord. I accept your proposal. I am Your obedient servant &c ~Richard Berkeley Author Bio:  I am a writer of historical romances. As a member of Romance Writers of America, Celtic Hearts Romance Writers and Celtic Rose Writers, I'm write historical romance. I’ve been an avid reader all my life and began writing seriously eight years ago. In my day job, I am a registered nurse. It has been my privilege to practice Pediatric nursing during my entire career. I’m also the wife of a retired U.S. Navy Officer. I've lived and travelled with him for the twenty-six years of his career. With him I've visited England, Canada, Mexico and all but four of the United States. Thanks to him, I've dipped my toes in every body of water that washes America’s shores, including the Gulfs of Mexico and California and even the Arctic Ocean (br-r). I’ve travelled over, under and on both the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans. After many journeys across this great nation and back again, I now live, love and write among the foothills of the Smoky Mountains in lovely Northeast Tennessee. As it happens, I was born on a Tuesday. I'm convinced my mother made a mistake, though. I believe she meant to give birth to me the previous Thursday. According to the old Mother Goose tale, which says Thursday's Child has far to go, my life would have been far better defined. Also, I would have been born under the sign of the lion, which would have reflected my redheaded temperament much, much better. It's true. What could my mother have been thinking??? (I really had red hair once upon a time. I was born with it and had it all my life--until not long ago...but that’s another story. That's true, too.) According to that dear old Mother Goose tale, I should have been born full of grace. So very sad, but nobody ever, ever attributed me with this particular virtue. After only one college class in dance I was convinced of the unfortunate truth. I can’t sing. True. Nobody would ever ask me to do more than add volume to a chorus. I can’t paint or even draw a picture using more than shoddy stick figures. My mother was an artist. Dear Mom didn’t pass along a single shred of her skill. So what does a girl do whose soul demands expression? She becomes a writer to fulfill its burning need. That’s also true. Author Links: Giveaway: Cate is giving away an ebook copy of Richard Berkeley’s Bride a Rafflecopter giveaway  I love stories that really touch your heart and this series by Renee Vincent is a perfect fun read for anyone who loves a happily ever after. Better yet, The Start of Something Good is free right now!! What a great way to find this new to you author!!  The Start of Something Good Jamett & Joseph Series, Book One ISBN (Print): 9780985583101 ISBN (Ebook): 9780985583118 Genre: Contemporary Romance Price: 99¢ FREE (limited time offer) Available at Amazon | B&N | iBooks | Smashwords | ARe | Kobo Blurb: Who knew Mr. Right lived right next door? Jamie Sutherland, coffee shop owner and serial ruined-relationship survivor, moves into a beautiful loft apartment for a change of scenery. What she doesn’t plan on getting is an eye-full of her handsome next-door neighbor—in nothing but a towel—arguing with his significant other in the hallway. Joseph Scarbrough's world crashes down on him one cruel morning when his childhood sweetheart rips his heart out of his chest and walks away. His humiliation isn't complete until he turns around to pick up the pieces and sees a beautiful brunette who just witnessed his Dear John moment. Caught in an awkward situation, the two backpedal into their separate worlds. But fate seems determined to make their worlds collide on a regular basis. Is it destiny just being clumsy when it comes to the two unlikely neighbors or is it the start of something good? Reviews: “…a witty, poignant contemporary romance that you will hate to see end. This sweet, innocent tale takes you along for the ride as life takes two people on the path from friendship to love. Dealing with the choices in life, friendship, family, love, loss and gain, this fun, flirty story will touch your heart and tickle your funny bone.” 5 Blue Ribbons ~ Romance Junkies “The author has a wonderful capability of evoking all of the reader’s senses in a such subtle way that encourages reading this perfectly paced story in one sitting. A light and easy read, this alternately hilarious and heartwarming story is definitely the start of something good!" ~ 4 STARS! ~ Night Owl Reviews "I've just finished The Start of Something Good. I sure the heck hope that Book 2 is out soon because I don't know that I can wait!! That was one of the best sweet stories that I've had the privilege of reading in a long time. It was really easy to develop an emotional connection with the characters, as well. I love the premise and I can't wait to see how Jaime and Joseph's relationship progresses." ~ 5 STARS! ~ Liz from Coffee Beans & Love Scenes  The Road to Something Better Jamett & Joseph Series, Book Two ISBN (Print): 9780985583125 ISBN (Ebook): 9780985583132 Genre: Contemporary Romance Price: $2.99 Available at Amazon | B&N | iBooks | Smashwords | ARe Blurb: The road less traveled never had so many bumps. Jamie Sutherland never expects to connect with her sexy-as-sin neighbor, Joseph Scarbrough, especially after all the failed relationships she’s suffered. Not only does she find out he’s not quite “the player” she believed him to be, but that his heart bears scars much deeper than her own. Ready to take a chance on this unlikely match, she eagerly awaits their upcoming date and hopes that Joseph is the very companion she’s been waiting for all her life. Time and time again, the comical sporadic encounters resume in their loft apartment complex and Joseph eventually reveals that he is the building superintendent in a very unforgettable, Lucky-in-the-Diet-Coke-commercial fashion. While he's proficient in fixing Jamie’s clogged sink, he's not all that great at leaving his past behind. When Caroline, his yuppy ex-girlfriend, makes another surprise visit, Jamie's road to something better gets a little rocky. Will Joseph choose the familiar woman with whom he had a history, or the loyal friend who's given him a future?  The Gift of Something Grand Jamett & Joseph Series, Book Three ISBN (Print): 9780985583156 ISBN (Ebook): 9780985583149 Genre: Contemporary Romance Price: $3.99 Available at: Amazon | Smashwords | ARe Blurb: When those three little words aren't enough. Jamie Sutherland finds herself falling in love with her irresistible next-door neighbor, Joseph Scarbrough. No surprise there. But when she wakes up in his bed, she's stunned that even in her sleep, she can't resist him. As their relationship heats up, Joseph gives Jamie a key to his apartment and he finally gives Caroline, his relentless ex-girlfriend, the boot. Jamie's excited to think he just might bethe one. But how do you tell the man of your dreams you love him when he insists that he can't fall in love?   Author Bio: RENEE VINCENT is a bestselling Contemporary & Historical Romance Author. From the daunting, charismatic Vikings, to the charming, brazen Alpha male heroes of modern day, you’ll be whisked away to a world filled with fast-paced adventure, unforgettable romance, and undying love. She also writes lighthearted, fancy-free Chick Lit Romance as GRACIE LEE ROSE. For those who love to read fun, wholesome, and endearing romantic stories (with a smidgen of spunk) that your mother, sisters, friends, and daughters can enjoy. Author Links: http://www.reneevincent.com/ http://www.pasttheprint.blogspot.com/ http://www.twitter.com/ReneeVincent http://www.facebook.com/reneevincentauthor http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3005290.Renee_Vincent Newsletter sign up: http://www.reneevincent.com/p/contact.html  Renee is giving away 3 ebook copies of any of her backlist, including boxed sets to 3 different winners (winner’s choice of book in either kindle or nook format.) Choices include EMERALD ISLE TRILOGY Boxed set, UNFORGETTABLE HEROES Boxed set, The Temperate Warrior, Silent Partner, Raeliksen, Mac Liam, and The Fall of Rain.
  As you may have heard, Billionaire Trent Lancaster died two weeks ago. What you may not know is that three days before Trent’s death, he gave everything away to servants, friends and charities. Melissa: Today I am interviewing the main recipients of his fortune, starting with Sam via Skype.  Sam Lancaster, I understand you had already left NYC when you heard of your brother’s death and that he’d left you $21 billion dollars. According to my sources, up until a few weeks ago, you were his driver. Sam: What of it? Nothing wrong with being a driver. Melissa: But driving your brother around? That’s a bit odd isn’t it? Sam: If you must know the sordid story, Lancaster Sr. forced my mother to have sex with him or lose her job. When she got pregnant, he paid a man to marry her. I didn’t find out until I returned from Iraq. Upon learning who my father was, I tried to meet him, but he refused to acknowledge me as his son. So I asked for a job as a driver. Melissa: Why? Sam: I needed a job, and I wanted him to discover how much better I was than Trent. Melissa: How’d that work out? Sam: It’ didn’t and my proof is he still refused to acknowledge me, even on his death bed.  Jon: Sam, Jon Javits here. The reason he never acknowledged you was because of Mrs. Lancaster. She would have killed him in his sleep if he had tried. She was outraged you even drove the car. Sam: Oh…thanks for telling me. I gather Trent left you something? Jon: The penthouse. Sam: How are you going to pay taxes and maintenance on that? Jon: He left trust funds to handle that. He wanted me to get my boys back. Sam: So you’re raising Trent’s baby for him? Jon: I’m raising my sons. Patty listed me as the boy’s father, and we both agree it will be best if he never knows otherwise. Sam: When he finds out, expect him to be pissed off. Jon: That will be his choice. All I can do is be the best father I can and treat him no differently than the three older boys. Sam: You sure those are yours? Jon: reaches over and disconnects the line. “Sorry, but I’ve no patience with Lancasters anymore. Beside, you’ve yet to interview Mars. He’s far more interesting. Melissa: And I will get to him, but readers want to know about their favorite writer, how are you doing? Jon: Better than I expected. The boys love their new school and the butler at the penthouse is like a child whisperer, so all the anger outbursts and tantrums have stopped. Patty and I are both living at the penthouse. She wants to move into the master suite with me, but I need more time to forgive her. Melissa: And the new baby? Jon: I was afraid he’d be a little mini Trent with tantrums all the time, but he’s the sweetest little guy. As far as I’m concerned, he’s one of mine, and now that we don’t have money problems, I love having four little boys, but I’ve warned Patty any more and she’s out. She swears she’ll never be unfaithful again, that Trent seduced her with his wealth. Melissa: I sense you don’t believe her. Jon: She’s still blaming Trent, as if he forced her into his bed, which was not the case. I saw the way she would come onto him. I just didn’t think he’d betray me. He was my best friend. Melissa: I’m sorry to bring up sad memories. Mars. Let’s talk about all the wonderful things you are doing.  Mars: As everyone seems to know. Trent left me his 86 acre Long Island Estate and substantial funds for me to create a Healing Sanctuary for returning vets. While I’ve only had three weeks to work on the transformation, new construction and modifications to the mansion and grounds have begun. Our first patient will transfer over in 6 months. So I’ve a great deal to do in the short time between. But before I leave, allow me to state my unequivocal appreciation and admiration for Trent Lancaster. While he often made bad decision and threw tantrums that would make a three-year-old proud, within him was a good man. I saw this often when Trent and Carrie were together. And I see the same good man in his gifts. He took great thought in each one, trying his hardest to do good. I can tell you from years working for him, all too often his attempts to be nice would make everything worse. Jon: Laughs* That’s the truth. Nothing ever worked for him. No matter how good his intentions, it always came to a disaster. But, speaking for myself, this time he got it right. Mars: Indeed he did. Melissa: It’s a shame you disconnected Skype, for I’d love to get Sam’s view on the matter. Mars: Sam is going through an identity crisis at the moment. The money enabled him to become the sheriff of some little town in Iowa, and he loves the million dollar car Trent gave him. So while I believe Sam remains emotionally in conflict, at least I know he’s not homeless, nor hungry, he has a job he likes, he’s dating a ‘nice’ girl, and he’s become ‘buds’ with one of the locals. So from my perspective, Trent did a good job with Sam as well. Melissa: There you have it. It sounds like Trent Lancaster finally got something right.  Climbing Out of Hell Book 4 of the series A Long Road to Love Romantic Comedy Billionaire Trent Lancaster has destroyed his relationship with the only woman who ever loved him. Now we discover the full truth of what happened. He actually had reasons for his behaviors. Still, there is no going back. Trent has lost Carrie forever, but he would rather die than marry Coco, so he does just that. Trent gives away most of his possessions, fakes his death, and starts over with a new face and a better attitude in a small town in Iowa where his half-brother Sam is sheriff. Losing his true love has fundamentally broken Trent to his core. His only chance for happiness is to become the better man Carrie had always seen inside him. True change is not easy. Can Trent grow up and become a man we can love? Excerpt Sam burst into the kitchen, frowned at Trent, then focused on Dani. “Leroy is at it again. I thought you said you were going to hide the damn thing?” “I did. But there aren’t many places one can hide an AK-47 rifle.” “Well, you hid it worth shit because it’s raining lead again at the downtown square!” She gripped her head as if it might explode. “What’s the problem?” Trent asked. Sam rolled his eyes. “Iowa passed a law allowing blind people to carry guns in public. So her grandfather, who is blind as a bat, sits on a bench in the square and shoots his AK into the trees.” “What’s he trying to shoot?” “Pigeons,” Sam and Dani answered at once. She glared him into silence and continued her reply. “He likes pigeon soup. A Pakistani doctor told him it would prevent strokes.” “Well, he’s giving me a stroke,” Sam snapped. “You have to make him stop!” “I’ve talked to him until I’m blue in the face. He won’t listen to me. Most of the time he thinks I’m three-years old. Who listens to a three-year-old?” She threw her hands up in frustration and turned back to the grill. Trent didn’t care for the way Sam pushed Dani. Grandparents were impossible to boss around…at least his had been. “Why don’t you talk to him?’ Sam released a hurricane of air. “Because the mayor told me to stay away from him, since he is not breaking any laws, and any attempt on my part could result in a lawsuit against the town.” He eyed Trent. “You should talk to him.” “Sam, Trevor’s been in town an hour. You know Gramps doesn’t trust people right off.” “Neither do you, yet here he sits, like an old friend, watching you cook him dinner.” She rescued the burgers off the grill, slapped them both on buns, and shoved one at Sam. “This is your hamburger. Trevor is holding out for braised lamb.” “Point still stands. Look, I think he can do the job. I intended to hit him with a ticket but he was so nice I sent him to you instead. He’s a likable guy. Let’s send him out and see if he can stop this madness.” “No!” “Then I’m shutting this bar down for safety violations.” She stared at him in shock. “What violations?” “Don’t worry. Mr. Olsen will find something. He owes me big time after last night’s poker game.” Trent stood up. “Sam, you’re digging yourself into a hole. Your initial solution was excellent, and frankly I’m honored you think so well of me. I’ll go talk to him right now. Just tell me how to get to Pigeonville.” Sam grinned and slapped him on the back as he led him out of the kitchen. “Way to man up. Seriously, I’ll owe you one if you can get the gun away from Leroy and bury it six feet under.” Trent just hoped being a nice guy didn’t get him buried six feet under as well. Links Released May 1, 2014 Book Four of the series: A Long Road to Love Climbing out of Hell Amazon Other books in the A Long Road to Love series Book One Worst Week Ever Amazon “Love this book and couldn't stop laughing from beginning to end.” 5 stars – Alves - Amazon Book Two Oh Stupid Heart Amazon “Be warned though, this book is completely different from The Worst Week Ever. Yes, there is still humor, dry wit, situations that you would think...NOT AGAIN but this one humanizes Trent more.” 5 stars - Brian’s Mom – Amazon Book Three Coming to Reason Amazon Once again, Ms. O’Connor has written a brilliant book about the complexities of relationships, good and bad. Again, to me, the book is the best break up book EVER and it left my heart singing in the end. Best.Book.Ever… Other Books by Liza O’Connor Saving Casey Ghost Lover Liza O’Connor Author Bio: Liza lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels. She loves to create interesting characters, set them loose, and scribe what happens. FOR MORE INFORMATION ABOUT LIZA O'CONNOR & UPCOMING BOOKS: Liza's Blog and Website Facebook Twitter Don’t forget to enter the Rafflecopter for the $50 Gift Card. Plus, at each stop 1 commenter who requests a book and leaves their email will win one of the following: Worst Week Ever Oh Stupid Heart Coming to Reason Ghost Lover Here's My Review:
I've read the first two books in the Long Road to Love series and always felt that Trent needed to learn how to grow up and handle things himself. I missed the third book, partially because I didn't want to see him fall apart. He wasn't really a bad person, just misguided. I blamed his parents and the money. There's a new defense being used in court of Affluence- where children are given everything they want and so when it comes time to try to get something, they don't have the understanding of right and wrong...just "I want". Liza writes stories that draw you in. I wanted Trent to be redeemable but worried that he was in over his head. After all, he hadn't been the best person. But I guess when you have nothing to lose...The secondary characters are always my favorite. From Sam to Cougar...I couldn't get enough of these people. Each of them deserved their own happily ever after. I don't want to spoil the story for you...but this is a must read. I give it five stars! Filled with hilarious factual information and characters that will worm their ways into your heart, you won't be able to put the book down. Now Ms. Liza has more books to write... as I said... everyone deserves their happily ever after- so get with it for Sam and Mars.  Another gorgeous cover! I love the concept too! Make sure you enter the giveaway and leave a comment for Diana.  Royally Trained by Diana Ames Genre: Erotic Romance/Dark Erotica In a country stuck in the dark ages is a world filled with sex and scandal. Governed by royalty, those in power have many deep-rooted secrets that span generations. Prince Anton’s sordid past has forged his future. He finds his only pleasure from being a sadist, but he knows he must continue the royal bloodline and create an heir for his country. Forced by responsibility, he turns to the one man who can give him the best of both worlds. But will Prince Anton find what he’s searching for? Damian is the ruler of The Dungeon. He is the Teacher, and the only man Prince Anton can trust to provide him with what he needs. He is on a mission to find a virgin submissive to become the prince’s life partner. What happens when the Teacher falls for the woman he’s been ordered to train? As lust and love spiral out of control, Prince Anton and Damian find their lives change unexpectedly because of one independent and defiant woman.  Damian was going over the alcohol shipment that had arrived this morning. One of the reasons his sex clubs were so popular was because of the liquor he had shipped in from the mainland. It was expensive, but the quality was much greater than anything produced on Colania. Currently though, it was giving him a headache. He was missing a case of the high-end scotch he kept on hand. Prince Anton strutted into his office without warning. “Don’t you knock?” Damian said scathingly. “Didn’t know I needed to,” Prince Anton replied. “With all due respect, sire,” Damian said sarcastically, “this is my office in my club. Next time, knock.” Damian rose to his feet, his body fluid like a great jungle cat, before he went to embrace his prince. “Now, what the hell is so important you had to schedule an appointment?” “I have a job for you,” Prince Anton told him. He returned the one-arm embrace stiffly and then moved away with haste. He was uncomfortable with physical contact that he didn’t initiate or control. When the two men sat, he elaborated. “My thirtieth birthday is approaching.” “In a year and a half.” Damian snorted. “Do you think it wise to skip twenty-nine?” “As the last of the monarchy, it is my job to reproduce,” Prince Anton continued. “As much as I would like to see the genes that have shaped me die out, the country would fall into a tailspin. Although we are remote and somewhat undeveloped, we are a rich nation. The power I hold is all that keeps us out of the eye of the world and off the radar for those who would oppress us.” “What does this have to do with me?” Damian asked warily. “I have no desire to repeat history,” Prince Anton said. “We both know that my sexual nature is more like that of the queen than my father.” “Do you want me to train you?” Damian asked, confused. “To help you learn to control your appetite?” “No,” Prince Anton said firmly. “I don’t think either of us could handle taking our relationship to that level.” The two men had grown up together, which accounted for Damian’s lack of respect and boundaries, but Prince Anton wanted to maintain formality between them. “You could be right,” Damian said with a light chuckle. “So, what do you want from me?” “I want you to find her, the woman who will bear the future of the country,” Prince Anton said. “Find her and train her to be what I need.” “You can’t just order up a woman on demand,” Damian told him with a raised eyebrow. “You must find a woman with good genetics although Gilly can look into that after the candidate meets the other criteria,” the prince said, ignoring Damian. “Beautiful, obviously. I’m not particular with features, but it stands to reason if my life mate is attractive, then I will have a better chance with reproduction. I’d also prefer that she not have a single drop of royal blood regardless of past royal practices. I do not wish to produce monsters or further any imperfections through inbreeding, however distant the connection might be. She needs to be completely submissive. I will be in control of any encounters at all times. Whoever she is, she must be willing to leave her past life behind. I refuse to be burdened with in-laws who might not agree with my domination of their daughter.” “That’s quite a shopping list,” Damian said, eyeing the prince harshly. “Anything else you’d like to add before I order a woman for you?” “There is one more requirement,” Prince Anton said seriously. “And this is perhaps the most important of all. She must be a virgin.” “You do realize when I train a woman to cede her control to her master that I have sex with her?” Damian asked incredulously. “Submissives have to learn to respond on command; an untried woman will not have that opportunity.” “I will not have a woman who has felt a man between her thighs before me. I will not have my children born to a woman who will behave as my mother did. She must be pure!” Prince Anton roared. “If I refuse to do this…” Damian didn’t finish the question. “You will not refuse,” Prince Anton said, rising to his feet. “I expect you at the castle within the week. The search begins immediately.” Buy Links: Amazon US Amazon UK Barnes and Noble  Diana Ames was born and raised in Central Pennsylvania. She lives with her husband, two children, and a variety of crazy pets. Balancing work, wife and mom duties, and writing has been the best and most rewarding challenge of her life. The publication of this novel is the culmination of a lifetime of dreams. 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I love a great thriller. The bad guys are devious and must be caught! Defector is a wonderful sounding story. Check it out and leave some love!  Defector by Denyse' Bridger Genre: Thriller Andrew Dahle is a career spook, with no messy emotional ties to complicate his life. He’s worked with the best, and despite himself, he’s about to discover that he’s got friends he really didn’t know he wanted. A straight-forward operation to grab a defector before he can leave the country with a top secret project goes wildly awry, and forces Andrew to choose between saving the life of a colleague’s son or nailing his target. To his great surprise, he saves the young man’s life, and wakes up in a hospital. Grateful, Richard MacAvoy, a retired agent with his own elite contacts and players, steps in when Dahle is injured saving his son. Desperate to complete his mission, Andrew reluctantly accepts the help MacAvoy offers, and in the process just might learn that alone isn’t always the best way to work, and friends might be worth the vulnerability he’s always shunned. 
Andrew felt the shadows releasing him, the sensation an abrupt, disturbing awareness that he knew he shouldn’t be experiencing. He trusted the instinctive alertness, though, and waited for the sound to give him a clear indication of where the danger was coming from. It only took a few minutes to locate the source, and Dahle’s eyes flew open just as the needle was being inserted into the I.V. tube that ran into his arm. Andrew pulled the intravenous out as he forced his body into motion that it clearly objected to. The man hovering over his bed jumped back, his surprise giving Dahle his only chance to make a useful move. Andrew threw himself off the bed and into the man next to it, taking them both down to the floor with a solid thud. He recovered quickly and landed a jarring blow to the man’s jaw. In the few seconds it took for the attacker to shake himself free of the pain, Dahle located the gun inside the other man’s coat. He pulled it free of the holster and pressed the barrel snugly between the man’s terrified eyes. “Who sent you?” he demanded, the words little more than a rasp. He could feel the pulses of pain building with each breath, and he knew he’d probably torn apart whatever stitching the doctors had done earlier. Dahle saw the refusal to answer before his assailant tried to offer him a response. He shifted his hold on the gun, then brought it down against the side of the man’s head, the action little more than a blur of smooth, practiced motion. Andrew staggered to his feet and glanced around the room, suddenly expecting menace from every angle. He went to the locker and yanked his bloodstained clothes from the hangers. He dressed quickly, the gun within easy reach as he kept one eye on the door, then he slipped into position and waited. Instinct and experience told him there’d be more than one man sent for this kind of job. This one would have needed a lookout to warn him of possible interruptions by hospital staff. He didn’t have to wait long for confirmation of his assessment. The door inched inward and Andrew banged the heavy metal panel back on the intruder, causing him to stumble. With a swiftness that stirred to life all the pain that he’d been fighting, Andrew reached for the wobbling figure and hauled him into the room. As the door swung shut on virtually silent hinges, Dahle slammed his captive against the wall and glared into the dazed features of the startled man. He recovered a little more quickly than his partner and before Andrew could prevent it, he was struck soundly in the stomach. Gasping, Dahle almost passed out completely when the man’s fist came down hard on his injured shoulder, and he lost his grip on the gun he had been holding. He wheeled back and barely managed to dodge another punch aimed at his vulnerable shoulder. He spun on his heel, used the momentum, and landed a surprisingly solid kick to the second attacker’s midsection. He went down on his knees in front of Andrew and Dahle grabbed a handful of hair, then yanked back with all his strength. He heard the distinct crack of bones, then released the man to fall into a lifeless heap at his feet. Glancing around him, Andrew knew the room would be crawling with people before too much longer. He needed to get out of the hospital, and quickly. Picking up the weapon he’d dropped minutes earlier, he ducked his head around the door. When he saw no one coming in the direction of his room, he slipped into the corridor and headed for the elevator. He didn’t get to the end of the hall before he heard the sounds of commotion behind him. The bodies in his room must have been discovered a little more quickly than he was anticipating. He looked automatically toward the elevator and realized he wasn’t going to reach it, or the stairs, without being spotted. His entire body was alive with pain and he could feel the knots in his stomach twisting tighter as he fought down the agony-induced nausea. He stumbled into a wall as another wash of dizziness blurred his vision and threw off his balance. With an effort of sheer determination, Andrew reached for the door knob and almost fell into the room... Buy Links: Midnight Frost Amazon 
Canadian born and bred, and a lifelong dreamer, I began writing at an early age and can’t recall a time when I wasn’t creating in some artistic form. My life has had several on-going love affairs that shape much of what I write, the American West, Victorian England, cowboys, a passion for pirates, Greek Gods, and Ancient Egypt. The other endless love affairs in my life are Italia and all its magic, beauty, and dazzling culture, and a passion for Romania. Those loves spill into all aspects of my life.
In the past half dozen years, I’ve signed with over a dozen publishers, and have released books in all lengths and genres, and it’s something I hope to continue to do for many more years. A visit to my website will show the diversity of what is currently available, and the mixing of genres and styles that will be employed in many up-coming projects as well. Voted Preditors and Editors Best Author of 2012 and 2013 Author Links: Website Twitter Facebook  Betsie Wolfe is a small-town girl who leaves her cozy little life for a job in the big city, never expecting to become a witness to a murder or face vicious threats.
Detective Jonah Pigg is attracted to Betsie’s green eyes and small frame when he arrives on the scene of the murder. When the threats begin, he takes her into his home under the protection of the three Piggs who own the Pigg Detective Agency. It will take all his detective work to keep her safe from the killer. Passion has a way of igniting when people are under stressful situations, and lust leads Betsie and Jonah into each other’s arms. But is their relationship a matter of desire, or is it something more? BUY LINKS: AMAZON ALL ROMANCE EBOOKS BARNES AND NOBLE KOBO BOOKS I'm excited to share with you an excerpt from Chalkboard Romance in BTS magazine! If you haven't seen the magazine yet, it's a wonderful combination of all genres that has something for everyone! But don't just trust me... see for yourself!!   What a cute little church and beautiful cover! I've always wanted to have such a stunning wedding! Make sure to show some love and enter the giveaway at the end.  Island Bride by Danica Winters Genre: Contemporary Romance Wedding planner to the rich and famous, Amy Oliver isn't the kind of woman to take a break even on a vacation. No, business first and then comes pleasure—or maybe not—she’d have to check her schedule. When Amy selects to take a once-in-a-lifetime adventure to New Zealand, she finds herself using the trip to put her career first. But when life gets in the way of her work, she is forced to decide whether to follow the path of least resistance or forge a new path--a path that may lead to heartache as easily as love. What is a driven woman to do?  While she waited in the New Zealand hotel’s bar for her assistant, Amy Oliver’s thoughts wandered to Jason. After a long day like this, she used to slip her fingers into his as soon as she sank into their bed. His fingers would collapse around hers, as if they had waited all day for her presence. Yet, the longer she held his hand, no matter how hard or how light her grip, the less and less she had felt his touch. Before long, just as she had lost the feeling of his fingers night after night, she had lost his love—even though their skins had been pressed together. The bar around her was almost empty except for a couple who sat in the shadows. Amy took a long drink from the glass of Chardonnay and sat it back down on the bar. Droplets of condensation pooled where her fingers had pressed against the glass. Love in a touch. Love lost in that same touch. It all depended on the force. How right they had been. Why hadn’t she listened? The Chardonnay tasted harsh and dry, but it was nothing compared to the Arctic chill that had invaded her core. “You ready, Amy?” Her assistant, Honeysuckle, called from the door of the hotel lounge. A large binder was stuffed against her blood-red business suit, like it was the only life preserver in a sea filled with sharks. What parent in their right mind would name their daughter Honeysuckle? The woman perched on the tips of her Choo’s like she was ready to pirouette across the bar. Her red hair was pulled back with one perfect little curl framing her face. No matter the amount of hairspray or thousand dollar suits, Honeysuckle still carried the shame of an overly sweet-scented name that must have been given to her by a tribe of left-over lovechildren. “Come on!” Honeysuckle made her way across the bar, unaware of the interruption she caused in Amy’s pity party. “The wedding starts tomorrow and the florist says they’re running late with a shipment. The orchids won’t be arriving until tomorrow morning and now he’s saying that there’s no way he can get all forty-seven arrangements completed before six.” Amy dipped her finger in the pool of condensation on her wine glass and licked it from her fingertip. Her chance at love may have come and gone, but that didn’t mean she could ignore the ignorant bliss of those who paid her to fantasize about theirs. Happy hour was officially over. Buy Links: Amazon  Danica Winters is a bestselling author who is known for writing award-winning books that grip readers with their ability to drive emotion through suspense and often a touch of magic. She is also the Assistant Editor for Books To Go Now Publishing. When she’s not working she can be found in the wilds of Montana working on her patience while she tries to understand the allure of various crafts (quilting, pottery, and painting are not her thing). She always believes the cup is neither half full nor half empty, but it better be filled with wine. Author Links: Site Facebook Twitter Check out book one The Empress of Ireland Laila Byrne made a final promise to her friend. She will travel more and work less. After sticking a pin in a map of the world, she heads off to Ireland. Laila's trip doesn't work out as planned, but the mix-up results in a chance encounter with a handsome Irishman, Alasdair. Alasdair spends all his waking hours trying to figure out how to keep his family’s century old pub, The Empress of Ireland, open for business. He doesn’t have time for anything. But when the lovely American comes across his path, will he find time? Once you come to Ireland, you may never leave. Buy Links: Amazon  Danica is giving away two e-book copies of Christmas Romance Anthology, and five Swag Packs (US only)
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