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.Happy New Year! Onward to 2015!

12/31/2014

 

Happy New Year! I wish you all a wonderful 2015 filled with happiness and prosperity.

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.Can she be... His Saving Grace??  Sharon Cullen Visits!

12/29/2014

 
Today I'm so pleased to share with you a good friend and wonderful author, Sharon Cullen's latest book... His Saving Grace. I hope you will make her welcome and share some love!
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His Saving Grace by Sharon Cullen

Blurb

Perfect for fans of Mary Balogh, Sharon Cullen’s captivating novel tells the deeply emotional tale of two devoted lovers facing the ravages of war.


For months now, Lady Grace Ashworth has mourned the death of her beloved husband—until the day a very-much-alive Michael arrives at her front door. It’s nothing less than a miracle. However, Grace soon realizes that this Michael isn’t the same man who left for the Crimean War. She’s stunned to learn that he has suffered a devastating head injury. Putting all her own desires aside, Grace resolves to devote herself to Michael’s recovery and to love him no matter what troubles may come.

Convinced that his wife is wasting her time on a broken man, Michael attempts to shield Grace from a life of inconvenience by driving her away. But Grace will have none of that. Despite every obstacle Michael throws in her path, she stubbornly soldiers on, fighting not only for their marriage but for the love they once shared. In the end, will her determination alone be enough to save Michael from the darkness that threatens to consume him?


EXCERPT:
“I damaged my brain, Grace.” He let the words fall between them, knowing they would change things forever. Hating himself. Hating his injury. Hating war. Hating everything at the moment. Every moment of every day, he wished this hadn’t happened to him. He wished he could go back to that day and do something different, anything that would have changed the course of his life, even if that act had ended his life.


Praise for His Saving Grace
“Cullen writes an emotional and unique story about a couple’s journey to salvation. . . . Recommended for historical romance readers who appreciate feel-good, emotionally substantial, ‘love conquers all’ tales.”--Library Journal

“Cullen has marked herself as an author to watch.”--Publishers Weekly

“Heart-wrenching and full of real emotion, proving that love is always the answer, His Saving Grace is the best book I’ve read this year!”--USA Today bestselling author Bronwen Evans



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Amazon - http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00LKJHTMC?ie=UTF8&tag=randohouseinc-20&linkCode=xm2&camp=1789&creativeASIN=B00LKJHTMC

Barnes and Noble - http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbnInquiry.asp?ISBSRC=Y&ISBN=9780553391572&cm_mmc=Random%20House-_-His+Saving+Grace-RandomHouse-9780553391572-_-His+Saving+Grace-RandomHouse-9780553391572-_-His+Saving+Grace-RandomHouse-9780553391572

iBooks - https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/isbn9780553391572?at=11l3IH&ct=His+Saving+Grace-RandomHouse-9780553391572

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About Sharon

Sharon Cullen is the author of The Notorious Lady Anne, Loving the Earl and Pleasing the Pirate. She’s also published in romantic suspense, paranormal romance and contemporary romance.

Her other job descriptions include chauffer, laundress, cook and mediator to her three very busy kids, her husband and two dogs. She lives in southwest Ohio with her brood although her dream is to someday retire to St. Maarten and live on the beach. 

If you’d like to find out more about Sharon and her books, you can visit her website. She’s addicted to social networking so you can find her onFacebook and Twitter. Friend her! Like her! Follow her! She’d love to hang out with you and talk about her passion--books.



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.Christmas Eve Dreams... Happy Holidays!

12/24/2014

 
PictureTown Hall all decked out for Christmas
Today is Christmas Eve and I'm thinking a lot about my hometown- Amherst, Ohio- and growing up! The holidays are very different now that I've grown up. Even more so since my children are now adults. Presents are mostly cash and gift cards. They have their own lives and commitments. Trying to juggle all their different visits and still getting in time together takes a master planner!

PictureDowntown Amherst, lit up for Christmas
This brings me back to the past... When I was younger, we would have waited by the front window for Dad to get home from Christmas Eve Mass, then piled into the van to head to Grandma and Grandpa Watling's house. Grandma and Grandpa always had a spread for sandwiches and the most delicious Christmas cookies. Grandma had made her famous Sauerkraut Soup (which I never tried...just too scared). We sang songs and opened presents. Driving home in the dark, we "oohhed" and "awwwed" over the Christmas lights on the homes.

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When I was older, we would go to our church for a midnight candlelight service. I have so many fond memories of St. John's Church. I grew up there. My family has donated items and their names are on books and pews. There's a display case of my Great Grandfather's World War 1 service. I'd even spent the night in the church with the youth group. The candlelight service is always beautiful and moving. But the Christmas morning service was one for the children. I remember going up on the "stage" to perform skits and sing songs. I remember decorating the giant tree. I even remember then many after funeral lunches we had there, each time a family member passed. Those church members were like a second family and always went all out.

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You can see why I have such fond memories of my younger years. They were magical. These days, my holidays are bittersweet. My mom passed away sixteen years ago two days before Christmas. That changed my Christmas. We no longer head down to Ohio for Christmas Eve. We celebrate here instead. It's a much quieter time, especially with the children grown. I'm sure it will change again when grandkids come around. 


What are your holiday traditions? What parts do you miss from your childhood? I wish you all the best!

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.Fall for Sean's Sweetheart! #SCP

12/23/2014

 





Tagline:
Layer by layer, Talia peeled away his resistance.


Blurb:
Sean has spent five years cleaning up his life. He’s shoved his past behind him and built a profitable business in the town’s most popular dance club. Falling in love with a college sophomore wasn’t in his plans. But, from the moment he rescued Talia, she brings out his every protective instinct. He tries to resist getting involved on a personal level. Talia’s persistence, however, is stronger than his will.
Despite just ending an abusive relationship, Talia finds an instant connection with a man unlike any she’s dated before. Older, tattooed, and totally inappropriate for her, Talia couldn’t keep Sean off her mind, especially once he calls her “sweetheart” in that deep drawl of his.
When Talia is in danger, they discover just how strong their relationship is. Can Sean and his sweetheart make things last when horrors from their pasts come back to haunt them and family seems determined to keep them apart?

Excerpt 1
With his hand on the small of her back as a guide, he directed her out the back door to the service alley. He led her over to a big black Harley and held a helmet out to her.
“Uh…” A motorcycle? Why couldn’t he have a sports car or a truck? Of course a tattooed bartender would drive a motorcycle.
The smug look on his face made her want to prove his assumptions wrong. Prove to him she wasn’t a goody-goody, scared shitless to climb on top of a motor with wheels and fly down the road under someone else’s control.
“It’s this or you call someone.”
Screw that.
She snatched the helmet from his hand. Talia gave him the address and fiddled with the strap, trying to figure out how to adjust it. His hands came up to tighten it for her and their fingers brushed. She sucked in a deep breath at his touch. His low chuckle took that spark of anger and kindled it into a blaze of desire. With the street lamps behind him, she couldn’t read his expression. His hand closed over hers for a brief second before he jerked it away. He straddled the bike and pulled his own helmet on.
She climbed on behind him and he started the motor. Talia jumped at the sudden roar of the engine and clung tight to his broad back. His chest shook with laughter beneath her hands. Talia relaxed a bit as the bike moved and they didn’t crash. She slid her arms around his waist and started to enjoy the ride, to enjoy the feel of holding a man.
She’d never been on a motorcycle before. Had never wrapped her arms around a complete stranger like this, either. She didn’t know his name, but she knew the strength in his muscles and the rhythm of his breathing. When she hugged him tighter, her fingers slipped through the button placket on his shirt. Instead of removing her hand, she combed through the tangle of hair on his chest, surprising herself with her boldness. His hand dropped back to squeeze hers for a moment, but he didn’t pull her hand away.
The ride ended too soon when he rolled the bike to a stop in front of her house. She stumbled getting off the bike, but he caught her before she face-planted on the sidewalk. He even walked her up to the door and waited behind her on the porch while she tried to unlock it. Her trembling hand dropped the keys and he bent to grab them before she could react.
“My name’s Sean, by the way.” He unlocked the door for her and handed her keys back.
“Sean. That’s a very nice name. It fits you. I’m Talia.” Did he expect to come in? They had just met and she still had a boyfriend, at least until she could find the nerve to dump the jerk. She’d never been the cheating type.
He leaned one broad shoulder against the wall next to the door and stared down at her. Shadows hid part of his face from her, but his eyes glittered in the dim light.
Sean’s chest rumbled with a deep chuckle. “Would you’ve said the same thing if I’d told you that my name was Bruno?”
A giggle snuck out. Bruno? Not a chance Bruno would fit him.



Excerpt 2
Sean let Talia clasp his hand in her small soft one as she led him across the parking lot. He shouldn’t encourage her like this, but he couldn’t bear to dim her eyes with disappointment whenever he pulled his hand away. Her brother and father stood looking over the loaded pickup. They caught the tail end of an argument between Zane and his dad as they walked up.
Her father grunted. “That couch is damn heavy and once we go up and down those stairs twenty times with all those little boxes, we’re gonna be too tired to carry that couch upstairs. I swear the darn thing is made of lead.”
Releasing his hand, Talia wrapped her arms around her dad from behind in greeting. “Would it make you feel better if I said I brought someone to help with the heavy lifting, Daddy?”
The older man glared in response as Sean shook hands with Zane. He reminded the older man of his name and stuck his hand out in greeting. Her dad’s eyebrow rose, but didn’t offer his own hand in return. Well, alrighty then. Would it kill him to be polite?
The older man scowled at him and said simply, “Sam Richmond.” The overprotective father crap was getting old.
Zane broke the tension. “Okay, Dad, we will do it your way. Sean, you think you can handle one end of the couch while Dad and I get the other? It’s really heavy. I didn’t realize how heavy, until Dad and I were loading it by ourselves. I, for one, am glad you are here.”
He nodded and the three of them pulled the couch off the truck. Talia tried to help, but Sean told her to just grab a box, he didn’t need her underfoot when they went up the stairs. Zane snickered at the glare on her face, but didn’t comment on it until Talia stomped up the stairs ahead of them.
“You are a brave man, Sean. Brave, I say. You haven’t seen her temper yet, have you? She acts all sweet and shy, but she’s a little hellion when you piss her off. And I think you may have done just that.”
Sam chuckled at Zane’s words, but didn’t say anything as they carried the weighty couch up, pausing at each landing to angle it around the support posts in the breezeway.
Once they got it to the landing of the third floor, Sean could see Talia standing with her arms crossed outside the locked door of her brother’s apartment. She looked angry. Crap, Zane was right. He was in trouble. Where’d that spirit go when she was dating that asshat?
They eased the couch down next to the door and Zane dug the keys out of his pocket to unlock the door. Shoving past her brother, Talia snatched up her box and stomped inside. Sam laughed out loud. “Yup, she’s mad.”
Sean sighed and shook his head. Well, at least he’d made her dad laugh even if it was because he’d pissed Talia off. The heavy couch put up a hell of a fight going through the door. They finally battled it through and had to take a minute to catch their breath. The crashes and bangs coming from the kitchen made Sam and Zane both snicker.
Zane elbowed Sean, mock-whispering, “Good luck.”
When the other men started back down the stairs to get more boxes, Sean followed the noise to Talia. With her back to him, he watched as she slammed the cabinet door with such force it rattled.
“Hey, I didn’t mean to upset you out there,” he murmured. As he laid his hand on the small of her back, she tensed at his touch.
“You said I was in your way. Do I look like a child? Or maybe you think I am too stupid to get out of the way?” Her eyes flashed in anger as she spun to face him.
“Now, I never said that. I just didn’t want you to get hurt, that’s all.”
“I thought you were different, Sean. Caleb always treated me like I was too stupid to breathe on my own, and I won’t go through that again. I can’t.”
“I really didn’t mean it like that. I should have phrased it differently, I can see that now. I’m sorry.” He didn’t get how he’d called her stupid, but he enjoyed seeing this side of her. He’d have to piss her off more often if she’d look at him like that. It was a heck of a turn-on for her to be confident enough to stand up to him. He liked his women to have some spunk. Damn, she’s gorgeous when all worked up. He wondered if her eyes filled with such fire when she made love.
He moved closer and she retreated in response until she bumped into the counter. Tilting forward and placing his hands on the granite next to her hips, he surrounded Talia with his arms. He whispered low in her ear, “Anyone ever tell you how stunning you are when you are mad? Your eyes are sparkling and so damn expressive. Sweetheart, you’re really making me forget that we need to be just friends.”
He nuzzled her throat, inhaling her sweet scent. Her hands reached up to fiddle with the button placket on his shirt. When she leaned toward him, he knew she’d forgiven him. She shuddered and he pulled back to look at her. When she licked her lips, he couldn’t take it anymore. Fuck being just friends. He needed to taste her again. Groaning, he bent his head toward hers. A mere second before his lips touched hers Zane kicked the door open and walked in with another box.
Biggest cock-block ever.


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Author Bio:
As a busy mother of five, Allie sneaks time to write between breakfast and tickles. Always a Kentucky girl at heart, she currently makes her home near Nashville. 
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.Michel Price is a must buy! The Politician's Heart! #SCP

12/23/2014

 
           

    Karen Schroeder made the choice to be a politician. Her local success has caught the eyes of her party and she’s suddenly thrust into the national stage. She knows how to play the game and exactly who she needs to be, even if it’s not who she really is.
            Sarah Lindstrom has never questioned her feelings, even when they made her believe her girlfriend would say yes to her proposal instead of breaking up with her. When she sees Karen Schroeder campaigning the rush of attraction is undeniable. Sarah knows she’s been wrong before, but her feelings for Karen overwhelm any apprehension for this woman who’s trapped in the closet.
            As the relationship grows Sarah learns love can be the painful when the one you love can only be herself with the door is closed. More importantly her love of Karen could cost her everything she’s worked for. Can love bloom when hidden in the dark?

  
Excerpt 1

Karen’s heart pumped hard as she heard the woman explain her business, the plans, the hard work it must have been. Her blue eyes, though tired when Karen first arrived, were now alive and surrounded by blonde lashes and sun kissed skin.
“I’m Karen by the way,” she said as she extended her hand. “I don’t think we were properly introduced.”
“You mean your first name isn’t Representative?” the woman smiled and gently held Karen’s hand. There was no firm I’m-sure-of-myself squeeze or awkward sweaty palm. It was soft, inviting, and had Karen stepping closer. “I’m Sarah, Sarah Lindstrom.”
“It’s very nice to meet you, Sarah. I hope you have a lot of success with your school.” Karen didn’t want to break the connection. She couldn’t. Her hand stayed nestled in Sarah’s as her lips began to tingle.
Sarah nervously wet her lips and Karen leaned closer, then remembered her surroundings.
“I’m sorry,” she said as she pulled away and moved to the other side of the table.
“You are… aren’t you?” Sarah asked as her hands rested on the table in front of her.
“Are what?” Karen’s breath quickened and the fear of outing herself came back. The gut ache between her want and need to take Sarah in her arms and explore every inch, and throwing away everything she’d worked hard to construct.
“A closeted Republican.”
Karen looked around to see if anyone was hearing their conversation. Sweat beaded on her forehead and the heat of the day finally hit her as her head swum.
“I’ve never heard it put that way,” she finally replied when she’d convinced herself no one was listening. “Can I please sit in that chair?” she asked.
“Yes,” Sarah said as she dug in a cooler under the table and fished out a cold bottle of water. “You okay?”
“I’ll be fine,” Karen assured as she took a drink from the bottle and felt the cold rush through her system. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“I didn’t mean to knock you off balance. It was… Mandy just… Mandy said I wasn’t allowed to daydream about a straight Republican. I guess now I’ll be allowed to have my fantasies.”
The words rolled from Sarah’s lips and sparked Karen into her own fantasies, her own desires. The ones she had to keep hidden from the world. Only a few women had touched her and those had been ones with something to lose too. She dreamed of the day she could hold the woman she loved in public. Everyday going to work during the protests on the capitol steps, she caught herself looking longingly at the couples proud together. Then Ashton would take her hand and guide her to her office. Alone in there she’d cry until she needed to have a brave face again.
“Who’s the man candy you have protecting you?”
“I can’t talk about this…here.” She didn’t know why she hesitated, but she wanted to tell Sarah more. She wanted to have Sarah in her life. It was a rush she’d never felt before, even with the other women.
“I’ve got twenty minutes before they close the doors and I can lock up.” Sarah looked at her watch and let out a light laugh. “I know it sounds bad, but… will you meet me behind the barn at nine?”
Sarah was so sure of herself and who she was. Openly discussing a girlfriend without vetting Karen to make sure her secret wasn’t going to hit the front page. A warmth tingled through Karen’s core at the strength of self Sarah had to have and how that would translate in other areas.
“I… um… it’s just—”
“You can’t come out and play. I gotcha.”
“It’s not that. Anyone I’m with has to understand my belief system on ninety-nine percent of the platform is Republican. I need this to go no further than you and I.”
“You haven’t said anything, I have, and you’ve neither confirmed or denied my accusations. Very good, Representative Schroeder.” Sarah sat back and locked her eyes on Karen’s. “But you caught my eye across a field where there were mini-doughnuts, cheese curds and funnel cake. That’s saying something. And we both know a few minutes ago you were less than an inch from kissing me. That says something too.”



Excerpt 2

Sarah flipped her phone between her fingers as if that would make it ding with a voicemail or text message. Stalking wasn’t her favorite past time, and Karen had warned her this week she’d be a bit out of touch, but it had been two days since the softball game. With a loud sigh she let the phone drop to the table and began spinning it like a top.
“You ready to go?” Mandy asked as she pulled her long dark hair into a misshapen bun that still had hair unclaimed in the binder.
“Huh?” Sarah replied, knocked from her deep thoughts.
“Our supplies are all in. You know we’re supposed to spend our days off and the weekends to set up our classrooms.”
“Yeah, I know.”
Mandy took the seat across from Sarah at the table.
“No word?”
“Not even a K to my last text.”
“That reporter must have really spooked her.”
“I guess.” Sarah rested her head on her hand with her elbow bent on the table. “It’s just… I don’t get it.”
“What was that?” Mandy asked as she looked around the room and behind her back. “Can you hear it?”
“Hear what?” Sarah strained as she attempted to hear the strange sound.
“The ‘told ya so’ fairy. She’s sprinkling told ya so dust everywhere.”
“I hate you… I really, really hate you.”
“I know, but um… told ya so.” She then reached across the table and brushed her finger on Sarah’s nose and Sarah slapped her away. “You had a little on your nose.”
“I am dating a Republican which means I now have my permit to carry,” Sarah growled in warning.
“I call bullshit, but that was a good one.” Mandy got up and poured the last of the coffee into a travel mug, then turned and leaned against the counter. “So, I assume a shower is out, but could you get out of your jammies?”
A half hour later Sarah was unpacking polynomial squares and bead chains. Arranging each item in its place, she tried to let the day’s work distract her. It’s not like she didn’t have tons to do also. She was busy and it was good that Karen wasn’t clingy and in need of her constant attention and approval. Steeling her emotions away, Sarah tried to come to grips with the first major hiccup in the relationship. Not the first. Signs had been there all along, but she’d been blind to them. Just like always.
Even now she craved Karen. She needed her arms to keep her warm. It was as bad as Lisa leaving. The person she wanted to hold her was the one who broke her heart. What was wrong with her?
Luke rushed into the room and jumped on her back.
“Hey Auntie Sarah,” he cooed. “I can call you that when there isn’t school right?”
“Yes sweetie.” She patted his little arms around her neck.
Behind him Mary Beth carried a fruit tray from a local supermarket and a pint of pistachio ice cream.
“I’m not that bad off.” Sarah passed Luke a thousand and hundred cube so he could place them on their shelf.
“Not what I’ve heard.” Mary Beth passed the ice cream and spoon to her. “I heard you’ve been unpacking the same box for the past hour.”
“Have you ever put together the bead case?”
“No, but honey you’re dating a very busy person. There will be times when you can’t see her for weeks at a time.”
“That doesn’t make me feel better.” Sarah lay back on the floor and stared at the ceiling. “Weeks?”
“You met her in the calm before the storm.”
“If that was the calm I’m not going to handle the storm.” Sarah looked at her friend right as her head got pulled into her Mary Beth’s lap. “A few times a week, and half the time she was on the phone or computer.”
Mary Beth ran her fingers through Sarah’s hair to soothe her. When Sarah closed her eyes she felt a tear escape. A hard lump formed in her throat as she turned and curled against Mary Beth’s leg. She never cried for Lisa. She’d been shocked, but a part of her was relieved. Their relationship had come to a point where they needed to move it forward or end it. She chose the path she’d been raised to take. Her parents had had struggles, but always came through stronger than before. She had been raised to not give up on someone, but maybe this time she’d need to let go.

Author bio

Michel Prince is an author who graduated with a bachelor degree in History and Political Science.  Michel writes new adult and adult paranormal romance as well as contemporary romance.

With characters yelling "It's my turn damn it!!!" She tries to explain to them that alas, she can only type a hundred and twenty words a minute and they will have wait their turn.  She knows eventually they find their way out of her head and to her fingertips and she looks forward to sharing them with you.  

When Michel can suppress the voices in her head she can be found at a scouting event or cheering for her son in a variety of sports.  She would like to thank her family for always being in her corner and especially her husband for supporting her every dream and never letting her give up.

Michel has been awarded Elite Status with Rebel Ink Press in 2013, the service award for her local RWA chapter Midwest Fiction Writers and is a Pro member of RWA.  She lives in the Twin Cities with her husband, son, cat and new puppy. 


Website-Michel Prince Books
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.Are you ready for some... Choice Affairs?  #SCP

12/23/2014

 


Choice Affairs (Book #2-Southern Heat Series)





Choice Affairs - Blurb
Political intrigue, new marriage, dark secrets.
How will Apolo and Caitlyn face the Washington fishbowl?
How far can Apolo push his bride in the sensual arena?


Encore! - Excerpt
"Apolo, who are you calling?" I inquired, as though I didn't know.
"Your mother! I've been more than patient with the woman. I've overlooked things she has said or done that ordinarily I wouldn't. She was the entire reason we waited to start preparations. So that she would be safely back in Ireland. Now, less than a week out, she decides to ignore everything we implored upon her not to do. She's selfish, Caitlyn. The woman thinks of no one but herself, and it stops now."
I bit my lip, trying desperately not to smile. That wouldn't be a good thing to do right now. Apolo Choice did not tolerate anyone, not even family, doing as my mother just had.
He caught my amusement anyway. "What?" he bellowed, his eyes dark and menacing.
"Are you done ranting?"
"No! I'm just getting started. She has to be taught a lesson, and I know the perfect way to get her attention. While I'm doing that, I want you to get Izzie and Eloise on the line. The four of us have some meddling-mother-of-the-bride counter attacks to plan out."
"What are you up to, Apolo?" I gazed warily at him as he found my mother's number and let the games begin.
"You'll see."
That's what I was afraid of—Apolo Choice and my mother, Susan Pickett White, having a blow up mere days before our wedding. I sat, grimacing, waiting for her to pick up. Or would she? As savvy as my mother was, she was probably screening her calls, anticipating Apolo's response.
"Susan," he bellowed into the phone. "What in the name of hell were you thinking this morning? Going on some gossip show and telling the world every detail of our wedding. How dare you! Now, I’ve called to tell you that the ceremony is off. Thanks to you, the one day we asked for privacy has been ruined."
He stood, facing me, listening to my mother pleading. He was obviously having great fun toying with her.
"No, you may not speak to Caitlyn. Your daughter is too distraught by your selfishness to talk to anyone at the moment. I merely thought I'd let you know first-hand that the wedding has been cancelled. But you know, come to think of it, perhaps I should have gone on one of those shows you seem to relish and announced it to the entire world. Now, if you'll excuse me."
He hung up on my mother. Not many live to tell about doing that.

Excerpt #2

"So, can you tell me about the suits? What's going on?"
"I'll leave that to Apolo to share."
The smell of pizza and a deep voice, invaded our space. "Let Apolo share what?"
"Apolo, you sly devil. You steal Caitlyn and bring her to the land of dirty bedfellows. Shame on you!" Izzie loved to tease him, had since they first met. Thank goodness, he didn't mind.
He brought the box over and placed it on the coffee table. He glanced at us both, leaning over and kissing me first. "Pizza? I thought you went out to get things to cook?"
"I did. Izzie wanted pizza so that we could talk instead."
He sighed, shaking his head. He removed his suit jacket and laid it over one of the chairs while he walked over and poured himself a glass of whiskey. I knew what he was thinking. If Iz and I had discussed it before she left, I wouldn't have had to go out. Thus, no accosting by brothers. "Have you brought Izzie up to speed on what's been going on around here?" he asked taking a sip of his drink.
"Only about my mother. I thought I'd leave the rest to you to tell."
"Yeah," Izzie chimed in. "What's with all the suits, Apolo? I know you're a big cheese now Jacob was obviously speaking with FBI or something."
Apolo sat down across from us and took a long pull off his whiskey, almost downing the glass. He told Izzie pretty much everything that had happened to me with Tom and Anthony. I could see the look of concern on his face. We hadn't had any time together since it'd happened.
Izzie's eyes grew wide in disbelief. "This is some stuff. I knew Tom has always been shady. We've all known it. But Anthony?"
"Yes, I'm afraid so. I've been having him watched for a while now. Something about when he opened his restaurant never smelled right, if you'll forgive the pun. The people he was hanging out with. His answers never added up."
Just then Jacob and two men appeared off the elevator. Apolo rose and, taking his drink, went to meet them. "Ladies, if you'll excuse me. I need to speak with these gentlemen. We'll use my office. Enjoy your pizza."
Izzie and I watched the foursome disappear from sight.
"Damn, Caiti. This is like all James Bond-y."
"Welcome to the world of Senator Apolo Choice, Izzie."



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Bio
Writing romance stories with passion and sass, Jamie Salisbury has seen several of her books soar to #1 on Amazon. Her novella, Tudor Rubato was a finalist in the 2012 RONE (Reward of Novel Excellence) awards. The cover won for Best Contemporary Cover. Now in 2014, her novel, Life and Lies was nominated for a RONE in the Erotica category. Her books are both self published and now include several published through Secret Cravings Publishing.
Music, traveling and history are among her passions when not writing. Her previous career in public relations in and around the entertainment field has afforded her with a treasure trove of endless story ideas.
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.Norty or Nice... Hot Holiday Read! #SCP 

12/23/2014

 






NORTY OR NICE


Blurb
What happens when Santa’s ‘nice daughter’ Natalie decides she’s had enough of mucking out reindeer stalls and attempts living life on the ‘norty’ side?

Answer…her guardian Rudy decides, once and for all, to take Natalie Claus in his more than capable—hands. To show her that she can be the naughty girl she desires to be, but only with him. When she discovers the beast inside of him, will she run away or harness him to her?

With a tinkling of bells and plenty of snogging under the mistletoe, Rudy unleashes a side to Natalie that she has never felt before. Join this couple on the ride of their life as the good girl finally finds her naughty side.

Love and laughter await Natalie on the sleigh ride of romance, but is everyone who they appear to be?

  
Excerpt One
“I wish just for one Christmas, I could be the naughty one and get away with it like my sister does!”
As she said her wish out loud, a shooting star crossed the sky, landing with a whoosh and hiss in the cold snow. Natalie pulled up her long red dress and trudged through the deep piles to where a small crater had melted a well through the snow. Using her rarely-used power of frost, she cooled the piece of metal lying there with her breath and watched as her magic turned it from something grey and unformed into a glittering frost necklace, interspersed with red jewels. Natalie picked it up and placed it around her neck. A feeling of recklessness surged through her. With a click of her fingers, Natalie Claus disappeared.
Natalie was single-minded as she attempted a confident walk over to where the object of her planned seduction stood. She smiled to herself, wondering if anyone there realized that the virginal daughter of Father Christmas was walking amongst them, let alone that the bad one was. Natalie looked back at where her sister had been.

Excerpt Two
“She’s gone again,” Natalie whispered under her breath. Pulling herself together, she wobbled slightly on the high heels and concentrated on putting one foot in front of another without falling over. Heel, toe. Heel, toe...Hello? Natalie’s head snapped back and she looked up, up and up. He towered over her, the hint of a smile on his full lips as his amber gaze met her green sparkling one.
“Can I help you?” His voice was deep and rough. The sound of it sent jolts of excitement through Natalie’s untried body.
“Yes, you can,” she said in a breathy soft tone. The man leaned down so he could hear her speak. As he did, Natalie seized her chance. She reached up on tip-toe and placed her lips on his. At his lack of response, Natalie pulled away. She turned on her heel. Rather wobbly and mortified, she fled as fast as her short legs would let her, grabbing the bottle of champagne from the bar.
“Look at me, Nat, look at me!”
Her head snapped back. His eyes were dark brown, hinting at suppressed anger.
“I am not a thing,” he told her. “I am your lover and your mate. You and I have been destined to be together since you were born.”
“That’s rot,” Natalie spat back, trying to get out of his arms.
“Really? Look at this, then.” Pulling her to a mirror, he pointed out a small red heart shape above her breast. On Rudy’s chest, there was an identical mark. “This only happens when two mates become one. Which you and I did just now.”
“Impossible. It’s wrong on so many levels. You aren’t human,” Natalie cried.
“I am human. I am your protector, your lover. The other half of you,” Rudy insisted. “I take the form of a reindeer to protect you. The heart that beats here…” He took her hand, pressing it against his chest. “…It’s human, like yours is. I just come with something extra.” When he loosened his grip on her, Natalie stole her chance.
“And I’m supposed to spend the rest of my life mucking out your stable?”
Clicking her fingers, Natalie Claus disappeared in a glimmer of snowflakes.

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Bio:

Amanda Ward lives in Bedfordshire, England with her husband, three children and two insane cats. The expression ‘What you see is what you get’, sums her up perfectly.
She is the author of the novel Without Saying A Word with Books To Go Now and The MisAdventures of Pann Haggerty with Secret Cravings Publishing.  She is a member of the Romance Novelists Association
(RNA).  There is always some moment waiting around the corner to be written into a novel.

Her interests include a passion for history, romance novels, cooking, and science fiction.  Of course not forgetting the great and wonderful Doris Day musicals. 

A perfect afternoon for Amanda would be a pot of tea, plenty of biscuits with a Doris Day film on the telly. Shared with great friends and her amazingly tolerant mother in law. 
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.Can you repair... Broken Bonds? by Karen Harper #PUYB #interview

12/21/2014

 
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Hello Karen and thank you for visiting today.  Tell us a little about yourself.  
I am a New York Timesand USA Today bestselling author, a former college English instructor (The Ohio State University) and high school literature and writing teacher. Lifelong Ohioans, my husband Don and I divide our time between the midwest and the southeast, both locations I have used in my books. Besides my American settings, I love the British Isles, where my Scottish and English roots run deep, and where I have set many of my historical Tudor-era mysteries and my historical novels about real and dynamic British women. My books have been published in many foreign languages and I  won the Mary Higgins Clark Award for 2005. I have given numerous talks to readers and writers across the county.

Thanks! Yea! Go Buckeyes! I was born in Ohio and have been living in Michigan for the last 20 years...It's dangerous to be a Buckeye fan in Wolverine territory! It sounds like you have an interesting life. Now on to some personal questions.


1.      If you could go back in time to when you were seven years old, what wisdom or advice would you pass on to yourself?

 When I was seven, my family moved and I went to a new school in a new town.     I can’t say I was unhappy, but it was hard at first, so I would tell seven-year-old Karen to just hang in there, make new friends, give the new place time.  I was blessed to have both sets of grandparents where we moved, though.  I was close to both my grandmothers and that helped to tide me over during the transition of friends, homes and schools.

2.      For what are you grateful?

 I am grateful for so many things, I could write an entire book on that.  Although I love foreign travel, I’m blessed to live in America.  Of course, I treasure my family and friends, church and faith.  And I’m ever grateful I’ve had two great careers, teaching English and then writing fiction.  If I ever wrote an autobiography, I’d call it BLESSED or SIGNED WITH LOVE.

3.      If a zombie virus took over the world, how many days do you think you could last before you were infected? And what would you do to postpone the inevitable?

I’d hide out and write!  And pray!  I am not a zombie fan, and the word virus has such frightening meaning today.  Who ever imagined something like ebola?

4.      What’s your favorite thing to do to relax?

I grow African violets, although I haven’t yet entered them in any shows.  During growing seasons in Ohio, I help my husband with our veggie garden—tomatoes, peppers and herbs, mostly.  My 93-year-old mother lives nearby, and I spend as much time as I can with her.  She loves to read and can still handle regular-sized print!

Let’s find out a little bit about you as an author.

5.      Did you always want to be an author?

I wanted to be a music teacher until junior high, when my love of reading and writing took over. Of course at that stage of my life, I never thought I could write books—however much I loved to read—so I decided to be an English teacher.  I did that for 15 years at the high school level and 2 years at the university level (Ohio State University) but began to write, then switched to writing full time. 

6.      What authors had an impact on you growing up and as an adult?

Charlotte Bronte, since I love her characters in JANE EYRE.  Shakespeare since I taught his plays for years and since I wrote a book about the love of his life (not his wife!) in MISTRESS SHAKESPEARE.  And King David from the BIBLE because I love the beautiful, inspiring poetry inThe Book of Psalms.  No matter what I write about, it seems there’s always a quote from Psalmsthat perfectly ties in to the good or evil I write about in my rom/sus novels.

7.      Do you have any “must haves” with you while you’re writing?

I do like to have it quiet.  I have writer friends who have to have a certain kind of music, but especially if I can hear music I know the words to, I can’t write.  My desk does face a blank wall, though the other walls of my office have book covers and family photos.  I do try to move around every half hour of so to avoid stiff neck or back problems, but time seems to fly when I’m “in a book.”

8.      What have you learned the most from being in the writing business?

I like the wording of this question, because I have learned writing (at least to be published) is a business!  Authors can’t just be in their ivory towers, but they need to promote and reach out to readers—which I love.  I like doing meet-and-greet events and enjoy blogging like this.  I have a new facebook page I’m getting familiar with, so please drop in atwww.facebook.com/KarenHarperAuthor or visit my website at www.KarenHarperAuthor.com

9.      Tell us about your latest release: (blurb, excerpt, cover)

I’ve had such fun (and some sleepless nights) writing THE COLD CREEK TRILOGY:  SHATTERED SECRETS, FORBIDDEN GROUND and BROKEN BONDS.  Three very different sisters are the heroines who each “star” in one of the books.  I think the novels are a good blend of romance and suspense—those two genres go well together, because it can be dangerous to fall in love and trust someone else.  I do promise a happy ending, but getting there is scary and sexy.

10.  How did you decide on your story plot?

I can’t really explain how plot ideas evolve for me.  They grow out of character and setting.  The backstory and career of the heroine dictates a lot, the same for the hero.  Although I have a general idea of the story I share with my editor before I write, a lot of the story actually occurs to me as I write.  I have taken plots from real events at times, but the plots seem more to just grow as I go.

11.  How did you choose your characters names and location for your story?

I love the area the book is set in—the edge of Appalachia.  I spent four years near this area in my first four years of college.  The area is beautiful but dangerous, perfect for a romantic suspense story.  Also, I love small towns, and Cold Creek is one with tensions and secrets—and a fascinating hero who finally meets his match in Charlene Lockwood.  I must admit I created Cold Creek, but based it on a town in the area I know well.  I find it easier to put fictional people in a fictional town.

12.  Do you have a favorite scene? Why?

I am a sucker for reunion or happily-ever-after scenes, especially after much danger and desire.  I must admit my favorite scene, especially in BROKEN BONDS, is the last scene.

Let our readers know how they can get a hold of you…  See my answer to question #8.  I love to hear from readers!

Is there anything else that you want to share…feel free!!

Just that I love my work and feel blessed to be able to say that.  I’ve been making up stories in my head and closely observing people’s lives for as long as I can remember. 

Once a reader asked me and another author (The other writer was very elderly—she had even known Margaret Mitchell when she worked for The Atlanta Constitution!) “Where do you writers get your ideas?” I was going to give my school teacher type answer that I get ideas off the page (reading for fun or research) or off the wall (meaning anywhere I stumble on them.) 

But the other writer said very loudly, “Honey, you’re either born with ideas or you’re not!”  And she was right.  People have different talents and gifts.  For fiction writers, it’s always having a story or character or dialogue or place or plot idea knocking around in your mind to get out.  I hope I used that well in the trials and triumphs of the three Lockwood sisters and the men they love in THE COLD CREEK TRILOGY.


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Three very different sisters…

          Three desirable, dangerous men…

          Three endangered lives…

THE COLD CREEK TRILOGY is set in Appalachia in a small town where the enemy is us.

Haunted by the past…

Cold Creek is a place with a dark history, especially for the Lockwoods. Now adults, the three Lockwood sisters are still recovering from the events that led to the destruction of their family when they were children. Determined to move forward, Tess and Kate are making fresh starts, ready to put bad—even deadly—memories to rest and settle happily in the small but booming town. And they're hoping their older sister, Charlene, can do the same.

Char is back in town seeking comfort as she figures out her next move. A social worker used to difficult situations, she soon runs afoul of some locals who think she's sticking her nose where it doesn't belong. She's certain something sinister is being covered up, and when she witnesses Matt Rowan being run off the road, she knows she's right.

Working together, Matt and Char figure uncovering the truth will be dangerous, but living in Cold Creek won't be safe for any of them until its secrets are revealed. 

For More Information
  • Broken Bonds is available at Amazon.
  • Pick up your copy at Barnes & Noble.
  • Broken Bonds is also available at Indiebound.
  • Add Broken Bonds to your to be read list at Goodreads.
  • Discuss this book at PUYB Virtual Book Club at Goodreads.
Other books in the trilogy include:

Shattered Secrets:
“Harper, a master of suspense, keeps readers guessing about crime and love until the very end.”  --Booklist, starred review on Fall from Pride.

ISBN-13: 9780778316473
Publisher: Harlequin
Imprint: MIRA
Publication date: 8/26/2014
Series: Cold Creek Series , #1
Format: Mass Market Paperback
Pages: 400

Sales links:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Shattered-Secrets-Karen-Harper/dp/0778316475/ 
Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/shattered-secrets-karen-harper/1117716201?ean=9780778316473
IndieBound: http://www.indiebound.org/book/9780778316473
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/19486810-shattered-secrets


Forbidden Ground:
“Masterfully drawing the reader in, Harper has delivered the best, once again.”  --Suspense Magazine on Upon a Winter’s Night.

ISBN-13: 9780778316701
Publisher: Harlequin
Imprint: MIRA
Publication date: 10/28/2014
Series: Cold Creek Series , #2
Format: Mass Market Paperback
Pages: 352

Sales links:
Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/forbidden-ground-karen-harper/1118656156?ean=9780778316701 
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Forbidden-Ground-Karen-Harper/dp/077831670X/
IndieBound: http://www.indiebound.org/book/9780778316701
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20821543-forbidden-ground?from_search=true


Book Excerpt:

As she made the next sharp turn, Char gasped. A white truck with Lake Azure, Inc. painted on its side was tipped nearly off the cliff, right where the school bus stopped for the kids who lived above. She’d heard a horn honk long and loud a few minutes earlier. Maybe the truck missed the last turn and spun out, since its rear, not its front, was dangling over the edge, propped up by two trees. No other vehicle was nearby to help.

She put her emergency blinkers on and pulled as close to the cliff face as she could. She jumped down from her truck and ran across the road toward the truck. A man was inside!

“What should I do?” she shouted, her voice shrill. It sounded like a stupid question. She had to get the man out of his truck before it crashed over the edge.

The bitter, strong wind ripped at her hair and jacket. What if a blast of air tipped him off? Or maybe even if he moved. She’d swear the two tree trunks that held his truck were shaking as hard as she was. 

She could hear the engine was still running. The driver opened an automatic window.

“A guy in a truck shoved me off,” he shouted. “Meant to. I don’t have any traction. I’m afraid if I shift my weight or open a door to jump out, I’ll send it over.”

The fact someone had done this on purpose stunned her. What was going on? If her cell phone worked up here, she’d call her brother-in-law, the county sheriff, for help, but she was on her own. It wouldn’t help to go back up for help from Elinor and Penny.

“Don’t move until I get something you can hang on to if the truck goes. I have some jump ropes I can tie together. Those trees are shaky.”

“I’m shaky. Hurry!”

She ran to her truck and knotted together the three jump ropes she had, tying square knots because she knew they would hold. But she’d never be able to balance the man’s weight if the truck went over the edge.

“I’ve got ropes here, but I’ll have to tie the end to a tree. I don’t dare drive close enough to you to tie it to my truck. It would never stretch that far.”

She knotted it around the trunk of a pine tree that looked sturdy enough, though that almost took the length of one rope. This wasn’t going to work.

A grinding sound, then a crunch reverberated as the truck seemed to jerk once then settled closer to the cliff edge.

“Now or never!” he shouted and opened his door fast.

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.Will your holiday be....An Almost Perfect Christmas by Jenna Jaxon

12/19/2014

 
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An Almost Perfect Christmas


Is love enough to make their Christmas perfect?

As Pam Kimball and her computer geek boyfriend, Roger Ware, prepare to celebrate their first Christmas together, Pam is having doubts about their relationship.  Roger can barely stop working at his new software business long enough to join her under the tree. And when he does, her present to him backfires, bringing their lovemaking plans to a crashing halt. So when Roger announces his plans to leave after Christmas to visit his family have changed and he won’t be back for New Year’s Eve, Pam fears the worst. Does the man she loves really care for her, or might a break-up be her present this Christmas Eve? Will there be enough magic in the air to turn this disastrous Christmas into a perfect one?



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Pam Kimball sat in front of their small but full Christmas tree, mashing down the tape on the festive green and red holly wrapping paper, finishing the final present, thank God.  She grabbed the last bow, bright blue that didn’t go with the paper, but the only one left in the bag.  The thought counted, not the wrapping, right?  She placed the gift under the tree on top of the small mountain of presents she had gotten her boyfriend.

“Come on, Roger.  Christmas Eve is almost over and we haven’t opened our gifts yet.” She checked the clock on the wall beside the front door.  Eleven thirty-five.  Still enough time.  She leaned forward and dug through the pile, searching for the right box.

“Be there in a second, babe.”  The hushed, absent-minded tone carried from the dining room where her boyfriend sat at his computer, eyes glued to the screen as they had been all night.

“That’s what you said an hour ago,” she mumbled, then seized the big square package she had been looking for and carefully pulled it from the bottom of the heap.  “Now, Roger Ware.  Or you’re going to be sorry!”  She added a playful lilt to the last word.  This was their first Christmas as a couple and she was determined it would be perfect.

She had helped decorate his small apartment by putting up the tree, draping woodland garland around the living room, lighting a scented candle with a balsam fragrance, and even putting electric candles in the two windows. Now the room glowed with a romantic aura, lit by the candles and the twinkling white lights of the Christmas tree. The local cable company had even cooperated by playing White Christmas starring Bing Crosby and Danny Kaye.  Her absolute favorite Christmas movie. She breathed deeply, waiting for magic to happen.

“I’m here.  I’m here.  Where’s the fire?”  Roger plopped his tall frame down next to her. Dressed in an old dark blue flannel shirt and jeans he looked good enough to eat.

“Right here.”  She grabbed his face, pulling his lips onto hers.  Tingles shot down her arms—always did every time he kissed her.  He settled his arms around her and drew her closer.  His tongue thrust into her mouth, probing her with bold sweeps.  Pam moaned and clutched him, pressing against his chest until he toppled backward onto the carpet with her on top.

He disengaged their mouths long enough to say, “We should have started this in the bedroom.”

“Oh, we’re heading there.” In the two months that they’d been dating, most of their evenings had ended with them making love. One of her favorite things to do was to get him all hot and bothered. Like now. She ground her hips against his and was rewarded with a groan from above and hardness from below.  “But you need to open a present first.”

“But it’s not Christmas yet.”  He ran his hands down her sides, under her jeans to cup her butt.  “Can I open this one?” 


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Jenna Jaxon is a multi-published author of historical and contemporary romance.  She has been reading and writing historical romance since she was a teenager.  A romantic herself, she has always loved a dark side to the genre, a twist, suspense, a surprise.  She tries to incorporate all of these elements into her own stories. She lives in Virginia with her family and a small menagerie of pets.  When not reading or writing, she indulges her passion for the theatre, working with local theatres as a director.  She often feels she is directing her characters on their own private stage.

Jenna is a PAN member of Romance Writers of America as well as President of Chesapeake Romance Writers, her local chapter of RWA. Her debut novel, Only Scandal Will Do, is the first in her House of Pleasure series, set in Georgian London. Only Marriage Will Do, the second book in the series, is set to release in 2015 from Kensington. Her medieval serial novel, Time Enough to Love: Betrothal, Betrayal, and Beleaguered, is a Romeo & Juliet-esque tale, set at the time of the Black Death.

She has equated her writing to an addiction to chocolate because once she starts she just can’t stop.

.Want to break... The Sweetest Taboo?? by Harper Miller #SOR

12/14/2014

 


Buy Links:  Amazon   All Romance    Kobo      Barnes & Noble 





Genre: Erotic Romance, Erotica, BDSM, Interracial/Multicultural Romance

New York City, Late Summer 2009

Like many single women who reside in the city that never sleeps, Micah Foster has had numerous encounters with undesirable men that make her want to renounce love. Just when she’s on the verge of calling it quits in her quest to find love and a sustainable relationship with a Dominant man, her friend Kisa requests her company for a girl’s night out at Spanxxx, a local fetish club. Both Kisa and Micah are seasoned submissive players in the BDSM lifestyle. Micah has been involved in the scene since her early twenties, but she has yet to meet a Dominant she meshes with and takes seriously. Now, at age thirty, she continues to search for a connection that repeatedly eludes her. Under duress, she crosses paths with Dominant Rick Thomas. Unusual and dire circumstances bring the pair together, and he’s exactly what Micah has been searching for.


The Sweetest Taboo is aptly titled. It’s an unconventional erotic love story that provides a different perspective of a relationship involving D/s and BDSM. The reader will follow Micah and Rick’s journey from beginning to end. You’ll laugh, you'll be turned on, and most of all, you’ll find yourself cheering for their love.


*Disclaimer* If rough sex, an interracial pairing (Black woman/White man), D/s, and BDSM are of no interest to you, you should bypass this story. Intended for a mature and kinky audience. Recommended for adults 18+.


~Excerpt~

“Afternoon.” I shoved My hands down into the pockets of My lab coat before I did something unprofessional. “Are you all ready to go?”

she nodded. “Yes, Dr. Thomas. The nurse brought my discharge papers a few hours ago. i was just packing my stuff before heading out, but i’m glad You stopped by. I wanted to thank You for Your help.

“I can’t tell You how humbled i am by Your act of kindness. You saved my life, and i will be forever grateful,” she said as her eyes darted around the room, looking everywhere but at Me. she shoved a sweater into her bag with less care than she took with her other clothing.

her words were sincere, but for whatever reason, I must have made her nervous, although I wasn’t sure why. she gathered the plastic bag and her purse before quickly brushing past Me and exiting the room.

This was not how I envisioned things going. I increased My pace and caught up with micah at the nurse’s station. It was all or nothing; I only had a few moments to make an impression.

“Ms. foster? Micah?” I called out. I composed Myself as I approached her.

She slowed her pace, bid farewell to the nurses, then turned in My direction. I jumped at the opportunity, unable to wait a moment longer. “ms. foster, I was hoping to speak with you before you left. Once you signed the discharge papers, the Doctor-patient relationship ended. That means I’m no longer your treating Physician and you’re no longer My patient. With that said, I have a question I’d like to ask. Please hear Me out. Don’t take this the wrong way . . .”

Her facial expression was unreadable, so I continued.

“I’m not trying to be a creep, but I would regret letting you leave today without at least giving this a fair shot. I sincerely apologize if you feel this is inappropriate or too forward, but ms. foster, I’d love your company for a drink or dinner . . . whichever you’d prefer. Will you allow Me to take you out?”

Waiting for her answer seemed to take an eternity. she didn’t look at My face; instead her gaze landed somewhere around the name embroidered on the left breast pocket of My lab coat. her lower lip found its way between her teeth as she stared, apparently deep in thought. In what seemed to be a delayed reaction, she gawked up at My face, clearly surprised by My question.

Was she put off by the entire idea or just caught off guard by My request? Either way, her answer would let Me know which way she was leaning. I just hoped to God she wasn’t leaning toward no.

she finally provided Me a small reprieve. “You want to take me out?”

“Yes.”

“Like on a date?”

“Yes,” I replied again.

“I’m sorry, Dr. Thomas, but I don’t date,” she said, dismissing Me as she continued toward the elevators.

Oh, she was going to make this interesting. her flippant attitude bothered the hell out of Me, but I was going to see this through. I quickly followed in an attempt to catch her before the elevator doors opened and she walked out of my life.







~About The Author~


Harper Miller is a thirty-something native New Yorker. She’s traveled the world and lived in a variety of places but always finds her way back to the Big Apple.

A lackluster love life leaves time to explore new interests, for Harper it is writing. The Sweetest Taboo is her debut novel. In her mind the perfect Alpha male possesses intellect, humor, and a kinky streak that rivals the size of California.

When she isn’t writing, Harper utilizes her graduate degree in the field of medical research. She enjoys fitness-related activities, drinking copious amounts of wine, and going on bad dates.


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.99 cent book sale! Pleasing the Pirate! @sharoncullen #sale

12/14/2014

 
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Pleasing the Pirate .99 Promo

Blurb
From Sharon Cullen, author of the eBook sensation Loving the Earl, comes the tale of a ruthless pirate and the Scottish lass who fills him with desire for something greater than plunder.

With her clan’s crops burned and their property confiscated, Mairi McFadden is desperate to free her brother from imprisonment so that he can take his rightful place as chief. Her only hope is the fierce English pirate Phin Lockwood, but the buccaneer laughs at her meager funds. His roving eyes, however, tell Mairi there’s something else he’ll take in exchange for her brother’s rescue. Though she burns with hatred for the English, she’ll do anything to save her clan.

The crown has made it clear that Phin has two choices: bring in a certain Scottish traitor or hang. And he’s not about to let a tiny, whiskey-eyed woman get in his way, even if she is pointing a gun at him. When Phin learns that Mairi’s brother is the very man he seeks, he’s more than willing to use the lass as bait. But as the moment of capture draws near, Phin is surprised by his feelings for the courageous beauty who has him considering risking his life—for someone besides himself.


Praise for Pleasing the Pirate
“A fast-paced, adventure-filled romance . . . with passion, engaging characters and a storyline that will capture the reader throughout. Well done, I loved it!”--My Book Addiction Reviews

“A sizzling, smart relationship that evolves beautifully to capture readers’ hearts as well as their imaginations . . . Cullen crafts an engaging romance that is as much a tribute to the past as it is a tale of two unlikely lovers.”--RT Book Reviews


Links
Amazon - http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00EX48V3C?ie=UTF8&tag=randohouseinc-20&linkCode=xm2&camp=1789&creativeASIN=B00EX48V3C

Barnes and Noble - http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbnInquiry.asp?ISBSRC=Y&ISBN=9780345549723&cm_mmc=Random%20House-_-Pleasing+the+Pirate-RandomHouse-9780345549723-_-Pleasing+the+Pirate-RandomHouse-9780345549723-_-Pleasing+the+Pirate-RandomHouse-9780345549723

iBooks - https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/isbn9780345549723?at=11l3IH&ct=Pleasing+the+Pirate-RandomHouse-9780345549723

Sharon’s Links:
Website – http://sharoncullen.net
Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/SharonCullenAuthor?ref=hl
Twitter - @SharonCullen
Random House Page - http://www.randomhouse.com/author/162787/sharon-cullen?sort=best_13wk_3month



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.New Release...The Last Protector by Stephanie Keyes #thestarchild

12/14/2014

 
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Gabriel Stewart helped his best friend Kellen St. James save the world from The Scourge in the Battle of Dublin. But before that? Gabe was just an ordinary guy who kept having dreams about a little boy with black hair and green eyes—a boy he hadn’t even met yet. 

And even weirder? Gabe’s mind kept replaying these images on loop of things he’d never seen. He heard voices in his head when no one was around. And he actually blew off hot Valerie Gibbons to chase after the black-haired kid in the park. What was up with that? 

As Gabe searches for the truth, fate continually puts him in Kellen’s path, but will he be able to stop the Children of Danu from stealing Kellen before the battle begins? What will it take for Gabe to become The Last Protector? 

*The Last Protector is a companion novella--intended to be read after the other books in the series. 

EXCERPT:
Creeping along, I slipped through the gates before they closed. The exterior lights shut off. The glow from inside the mansion threw shadows across the courtyard, making everything around me creepier. If that was even possible. At least these people hadn’t invested in motion lights.

I needed to get to the window on the second floor. And how the heck did I know that? Like everything else about this trip, I just did. A tall trellis swamped with vines ran up one side of the house. That could be the ticket. I inched closer.

I'd just about made it when a raspy voice reached my ears.

"The boy is alone. You've done well by me.”

Shivers ran up and down my arms as I swallowed and turned. No one. It must've come from inside the house. Ahead, a small window, one of those decorative deals, stood open. Taking slow steps, I moved toward it.

"Thank you," said a second voice, crisp, sort of fancy…British, maybe?

"We can take him now. Use his power to harness what I need,” Spooky Voice said.

“As you wish.

Go, go, go. A voice or maybe my own thoughts echoed inside my brain. I didn’t have time to think

Go, go, go. The voice came back. I had to get to the second floor. Now

The wood trellis scratched my hands when I grabbed hold. Splinters pierced my skin as I scaled the wall. I had to get to the boy.

"This is crazy, Gabe." I muttered the words. “This could actually be the stupidest thing you've ever done."

I climbed to the window way faster than I thought I could. This one part of me wanted to glance back, to see if Val noticed me. I ignored it though—I needed to get to the top.

To the kid with green eyes.


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Stephanie Keyes grew up in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania and spent years traveling and working as a Corporate Trainer before she made the decision to pen her first novel. As a teen, her family always accused her of having an “overactive imagination.” Now, she’s encouraged to keep her head in the clouds and share her world with readers.

Keyes is the author of the YA Fantasy series, The Star Child, which currently includes The Star Child, After Faerie, The Fallen Stars, and The Star Catcher, all from by Inkspell Publishing. The Fallen Stars was a 2013 semi-finalist in the Kindle Book Awards. The Star Child has topped the Amazon best-seller list several times since its 2012 release. Steph writes YA novels because she’s a hopeless romantic who lives to believe that Magick truly does exist. She is hard at work on a new YA novel.

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.Fall in Love with Ancient Rome... Love & Reckoning by Gina Danna

12/14/2014

 
I'm so lucky to have best selling author, Gina Danna on my blog today sharing her latest release. It's steaming and I've read her books... so I can tell you that you will love the sweeping stories of history and the people caught up in a time out of time!
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Love & Reckoning blurb –
 
 
Rome 100 CE
 
Conquered, beaten, sentenced to die in the Colosseum, Ganius of Gaul escapes his execution only to find himself enslaved as a gladiator. His rise to champion ensures his life, but does nothing to lessen his desire for vengeance against the Roman soldiers who destroyed all he knew.
 
Locked into a repugnant betrothal, the beautiful Roman Aurelia turns to her brother’s champion gladiator for help. Promising him his freedom if he helps her escape, Aurelia soon discovers she wants not only Ganius’s help, but to capture his heart as he’s captured hers. 

In love with his sworn enemy, Ganius realizes Aurelia is the key to his freedom. But to take her with him would risk both their lives, yet leaving her behind to be a pawn in her brother’s machinations is a wretched alternative. Ganius must choose - love of a Roman or freedom to make the Romans pay. This is a fight the champion gladiator might lose...



Love & Reckoning EXCERPT -

Aurelia, domina to the gladiator Ganius, will do whatever it takes to escape marriage to an old legionnaire – even tempt the slave she finds herself attracted to, despite the consequences.

Aurelia stared out her window, watching the litter arriving at the steps to the villa. The four ebony slaves that carried the conveyance paused, lowering it to the ground. One parted the curtained side panel, allowing the passenger to get out.

Lucilla. That blonde who commandeered the handsome Marcus. For a second, jealousy flared through Aurelia. Marcus was too good for that bitch.

She pushed the thought aside. Lucilla wasn’t here to see her, but Caius. The woman was rather forward to pursue Caius and Marcus. What was her game?

“Domina.”

Emmerilla’s voice almost made Aurelia jump, being so caught up in her own thoughts. She spun around. The girl nodded to her and stepped aside. Behind her stood the Celt. Ganius. Retrieved from the baths, his body oiled and scented, he stood like a god wearing only a loincloth. Every muscle defined, colored by the sun, he made her body sing with desire. He wasn’t like the other slaves, staring straight ahead, face bland of expression. No, his almond-colored eyes zeroed in on hers, and they were anything but dull. They sparkled, alive. The Celt looked more dangerous and virile than even Magos had when presented to her brother. Ganius held the appearance of a champion, the cocky arrogance showed yet there was something else hinting at the edges. She couldn’t define it, other than there was a darkness about him that frightened and, she discovered, excited her.

The silence in the room amplified. Aurelia’s mind snapped back to the present. She smiled. With a wave of her hand, she said to Emmerilla, “Leave us.”

The slave’s face contorted anxiously. “Domina…”

“It is all right, Emmerilla.”

The girl’s frown deepened, but she backed out of the room, closing the doors.

Aurelia ignored the slave’s look, instead focusing on the Celt. She smiled. “Ganius.”

Still straight-faced, he suddenly looked as if he realized he was staring at her, so he bent his head down. “Domina.”

“Oh, please,” she started, moving straight to him and taking his hand. It was thick and callused, rough to her touch. She bit her bottom lip. “When you are in my presence, you may call my name.”

He furrowed his brow, this time his gaze meeting hers. “How may I help you, Domina?”

She laughed. He refused to use her name, but his grip tightened for a second around her fingers. It was a small sign, but she’d take it. Releasing his hand, she turned and went to the table that held a bowl of almonds. She put one in her mouth, her mind working furiously. He was here with her, but she wasn’t sure what she was doing.

Memories of the last time she had him here came to her, and how Iana’s arrival made it short. Of course, her friend arrived with pressing news. Titus was on his way to Rome. One month from now, or two, depending, and her betrothed would arrive, no doubt to take her as his bride. Frankly, she wanted to vomit at the news but refrained.

How could she avoid the inevitable? Caius couldn’t be persuaded to intervene, so that left her to her own devices.

She picked up another nut and walked back to the gladiator. With a half-grin, she pressed it to his lips when he failed to open immediately. “Games begin next week. Will you win for me?”

He took the almond and quickly chewed it. “I will become champion.”

She laughed. “Of the fight or of the games?”

“Both.”

“Truly? Rather bold statement. You seem more set to purpose than the rest. Why?”

This time, he gave her a lopsided smile. “I will win my freedom—one way or another.”

Freedom. She sighed with resignation. Something under Roman law she’d never possess. She’d either be a wife or dependent on Caius. A month, maybe two. Despite the warmth of the sun streaming through the window, she shuddered. It took a moment but she swallowed the revulsion inside her and forced a smile.

“And what would you do with your freedom? Farm perhaps? Sell goats?”

“No, I’d return to my village.”

“In the north? Away from Rome?” Away from her? Dear Juno, why did that make her feel a loss?

He tilted his head, a puzzled look on his face. “Yes. Rome isn’t my home but a prison.” He clamped his mouth shut, obviously contrite, as if he volunteered too much.

It only intrigued her more. “Yes, as slave I can see why you’d deem it such, but you are not chained like the rest—” she gasped as he reached for her, grabbing her by the upper arms. Shocked, her palms planted on his bare chest to try to keep a distance, however small that was. His grip was tight but she quickly ignored that, overwhelmed by being brought so close to him, the masculine scent of him wrapped in oils and musk invading her senses. Tingles shot through her, pooling in her lower abdomen, titillating her nipples which turned hard and ached for his touch.

“No, I was brought here unfettered. A mistake, if I were the beast like the others.”

His warning struck deep. He’d take her and there was no one here to stop him nor any irons to thwart him. While that should’ve scared her senseless, it had the opposite effect. Her womb opened, craving him, a yearning that made her mouth go dry.

“But you are not like the others. The gods favor you…”

He snorted. “The gods…they piss on me, but you see it a fountain of blessing.”

“But they have, or you’d have died in the arena that day so long passed. You’d be dead like your friends.” Mesmerized by his tortured gaze, she flattened her palms on his chiseled chest. His heart pounded furiously under his breast. He flexed his pectoral muscles against her pressure. The light dusting of chest hairs brushed her fingers, causing sensations that branched into her arms down through her. Her toes curled. She was so close.

“Oh, I will win,” he countered. “I have a debt to pay. But its payment shall warrant my death.”

She licked her lips, barely hearing him at first. “Nothing could be so damning.”

“Yes, but thrice it is,” he whispered, lowering his head. “Especially when I add to it prior.” His lips found hers.

The move surprised her but the thrill coursed through her veins. The moment he touched her mouth, his grip lessened. Her hands traced up his chest to his shoulders and locked around his neck. He was tall enough that for her to do so meant she stood on her toes, and still barely made it. His hands went under her arms and scooped her, hard against him, giving her the leverage to return his kiss.

How she had so desperately wanted this from him. Pressed against his solid body, she snuggled against the contoured lines on his chest and abs. Her lips parted, begging him to answer her wish for more. Somehow, that seemed ludicrous for her to push him as he was the brute, not her. But he answered her request. With a growl, his tongue invaded her mouth. Excitement tore through her.

The bulge lodged at the apex of her thighs twitched. She nestled against it, cradling it. The guttural noise he made in her mouth as she pressed against it set off something inside her. The fabric of her tunic turned damp as her nether lips turned heavy and wet with want.

If the Celt took her, ruining maidenhood, Titus would refuse her as wife. For him to know meant she told him or it was after the ceremony took place and he abandoned her. Neither would go well, but it would give her what she wanted—no old man to call husband.

Yet could she let a gladiator fuck her?

A chill snaked down her spine.

“For love of the gods, Aurelia!”

Both she and Ganius stopped. He broke his hold on her and stepped back as she turned toward the voice. Iana stood, mouth agape.

Aurelia swallowed.


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Author Bio -

A USAToday Bestselling author, Gina Danna was born in St. Louis, Missouri, and has spent the better part of her life reading. History has always been her love and she spent numerous hours devouring historical romance stories, always dreaming of writing one of her own. After years of writing historical academic papers to achieve her undergraduate and graduate degrees in History, and then for museum programs and exhibits, she has found the time to write her own historical romantic fiction novels.

Now, under the supervision of her three dogs and two cats, she writes amid a library of research books, with her only true break away is to spend time with her other life long dream —her Arabian horse—With him, her muse can play.


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.We All Have... A Right To Love: A Jacko and Alice Spinoff Book

12/9/2014

 
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Gifts of Love Come in all sizes and oddity

Gifts come in all sizes and shapes and can be given for good or weird reasons. I remember my true love’s first gift was a glued together sand castle. He gave it to me for no reason at the start of an early date. I’ve always suspected it was an unwanted present that one of the ladies at work picked up on her island holiday and gave to him. So he gave it to me in a strange re-gifting moment.

When I opened the door, he started talking about Greeks bringing gifts. Honest to God, I had no idea what he was talking about and was shocked when he concluded his ramble by handing me a small, permanently glued together Sand Castle with a felt bottom and a bent flag. I long ago lost the boyfriend, but I still have the sand castle and to this day I have no idea why he gave it to me. Maybe it was cluttering his cabinet. Now of course, it’s cluttering mine.

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In Jacko, the pirate’s romance novel, he sends Alice what most people would think to be a strange and disturbing gift, but at least it made sense to me. And more importantly, Alice understood why he sent the gift.

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First let me apologize for the red background. It should be a scarf, but painting a scarf is much harder than you might imagine and clearly I had no artistic juice within me on the night I created this.

Here’s the excerpt where Alice receives her gift.


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Alice returned to the package, cut the twine and unwrapped the paper. She lifted up a colorful silk scarf wrapped around something oblong and hard. As she unwrapped the scarf, she caught the musky scent that had haunted her senses in her sleep. Jacko.

“What is it?” Thomas asked.

Alice had become so enchanted with the scarf, she had failed to notice the item wrapped inside it. In her hand lay what looked to be an ivory handle. But to what?

She noticed a pearl inset on one side and pressed it. A lethal four-inch blade of silver jutted out.

“Dear Lord!” Thomas exclaimed. “Do you think Carson sent this as a threat?”

“No.” She smiled and stroked the handle. “I think Jacko sent it as a gift.”

“A gift? What type of man sends a knife to lady?”

She pressed the scarf to her lips. “A very unique one. A man who admires a woman good with knives.”

Placing the scarf around her neck, she examined the slender blade. When she pushed the pearl inset again, the blade returned inside the handle.

“Now that is clever.” She showed Thomas how the knife could appear and disappear.

He scowled and stepped back. “Perhaps you should put the ‘gift’ in your safe.”

“First, I must show it to Mother.” She headed to the door.

“Your mother is far from recovered. She does not need to know ill-dressed gypsies are giving you knives!”

Alice stopped and turned to Thomas, angered by his words. “You will never refer to the man I intend to marry in such disrespectful terms again.”

“Marry? You cannot marry a gypsy.”

“This is not your say.”

Thomas refused to back down. “Your mother will not allow it!”

“It is not her say either. However, I believe once she knows Jacko better, she will welcome him into our home.”

“A gypsy?”

“A man who risked his life to save a woman he had never met.” She caressed the ivory handle of her hidden knife. “A man who wishes me to be strong and unafraid.” She then recalled them seated together at the kitchen table. “A man with warmth and laughter in his eyes.”


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Jacko, a gypsy with a great love for stealing, rescues a suffragette from Bedlam. Upon returning the elderly woman to safety, he meets her blue-stocking daughter. Alice has decided she prefers managing her estate farms over London society. She is resigned to never marry until the handsome and surprisingly wealthy man with a dark past and several identities steals her heart.

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A Right to Love

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Liza O’Connor was raised badly by feral cats, left the South/Midwest and wandered off to find nicer people on the east coast. There she worked for the meanest man on Wall Street, while her psychotic husband tried to kill her three times. (So much for finding nicer people.) Then one day she declared enough, got a better job, divorced her husband, and fell in love with her new life where people behaved normally. But all those bad behaviors has given her lots of fodder for her humorous romances. Please buy these books, because otherwise, she’ll become grumpy and write troubled novels instead. They will likely traumatize you.

You have been warned.

Mostly humorous books by Liza:

Saving Casey – Old woman reincarnates into troubled teen’s body. (Half funny/half traumatizing)

Ghost Lover--Two British brothers fall in love with the same young woman. Ancestral ghost is called in to fix the situation. And there’s a ghost cat that roams about the book as well. (Humorous Contemporary Romance)

A Long Road to Love Series: (Humorous Contemporary odd Romance)

Worst Week Ever — Laugh out loud week of disasters of Epic proportions.

Oh Stupid Heart — The heart wants what it wants, even if it’s impossible.

Coming to Reason — There is a breaking point when even a saint comes to reason.

Climbing out of Hell — The reconstruction of a terrible man into a great one.

The Troublesome Apprentice — The greatest sleuth in Victorian England hires a young man who turns out to be a young woman.

The Missing Partner — Opps! The greatest sleuth in Victorian England goes missing, leaving Vic to rescue him, a suffragette, and about 100 servants. Not to mention an eviscerating cat. Yes, let’s not mention the cat.

The Mesmerist — The Mesmerist can control people from afar and make them murder for her. Worse yet, Xavier Thorn has fallen under her spell.


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.Are you looking for some Holiday Reads? #SOR #holidaybooks

12/8/2014

 




The Wish Augur by Cecil Wilde 




Genre: M/M 

Gabriel Juarez has only one wish for Christmas, uttered moments before midnight on Christmas Eve: a hug. He wakes up the next morning to find his wish being haphazardly granted in the form of an insecure elf called Felix, who works as a wish augur and couldn't bring himself to let Gabe's wish go unfulfilled.


~Excerpt~ 

When he wakes with someone else wrapped around him from behind, Gabe's first instinct is to snuggle back into them and enjoy the warmth and comfort. It takes him probably a full thirty seconds to realise that there absolutely shouldn't be anyone else in his bed, no way in hell, and he cries out before scrambling away from whoever it is, pressing his back against the wall. His heart thuds in his chest and his breath comes in desperate gasps.

The person he'd just been sharing a bed with sits up. He—or at least, Gabe's guessing it's a he—has a ruffled mop of bright blond hair, but darker skin and a wide face with a sweet little button nose. He blinks huge blue eyes a few times, yawns, stretches, and then scratches his stomach before looking over at Gabe with a soft smile. He'd be really cute if he hadn't broken into Gabe's home and climbed into his bed.

"What the hell, man?" Gabe stares at him.

The intruder blinks again. "Merry Christmas?"

He looks as confused as Gabe feels, which could mean anything, but he doesn't seem like he's there to hurt him. He's just sitting up in the bed, looking at him like he's the only thing in the universe. Which, again, would be nice if it wasn't creepy as hell.

"Don't you 'Merry Christmas' me. What're you doing in here?"

His face falls. "You said you wanted … I volunteered … it was your Christmas wish? You wanted a hug."

Gabe frowns. He vaguely remembers thinking—maybe even stating out loud, to himself—that he just wanted a hug for Christmas. A total stranger shouldn't know about it, though.

"How did you know that?" Gabe eyes him suspiciously.

"Santa hears everything." He smiles fondly. "He listens to all his children. Especially the ones he didn't get a chance to visit when they were little."

"Are you trying to tell me Santa's real?" Gabe raises an eyebrow in disbelief. "And you're supposed to be what? A Christmas gift?"

"I'm an elf." The guy—the elf, apparently—bounces a little as he says it, and Gabe thinks he hears the faintest jingling sound. Maybe he's just going completely crazy.

"Right." Gabe wets his lips. It's totally implausible, because someone would have noticed Santa and elves and stuff at some point, but he's inclined to believe it all the same. Something about this elf guy seems too earnest for Gabe to completely doubt him. "From, like, the North Pole?"

The elf nods. There's a faint jingling sound again, so Gabe either is really losing it or this guy?

Actually an elf. Or something non-human, anyway.

He's not sure he cares which one it is any more. The clock at the side of the bed tells him it's just gone six a.m. and he could really use at least two or three more hours' sleep before he faces the world. It's Christmas morning, he deserves that.

"So do elves have names?"

The elf pauses and narrows his eyes, looking away. Gabe can practically see the hamster wheel turning in his head as he thinks.

"Felix." He nods decisively.

"Like the cat?"

Felix tilts his head sideways. Gabe takes that as a no.

"Did you just name yourself?"

"Well, I can't give you my real name. It's too dangerous." He draws his knees up to his chest and wraps his arms around them. "Do you not like Felix? You can call me something else if you want."

"Uh, no, Felix is fine. You picked it." It hits Gabe again that he's talking to a guy who claims to be an elf. "This is insane."



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Cecil Wilde resides in Australia, accompanied by a cat who takes up most of the bed, a family of possums in the roof space, and more spiders than they’re entirely comfortable with. They write altogether cuter queer romance than their image as a grumpy cynic might suggest.

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Two Dads for Christmas by Kate Richards


Genre: Menage / M/M

Lauren is in trouble. Only the adoption agency lady knows the heartbreaking decision she’s making. But every baby deserves a father and Lauren’s ex isn’t stepping up to the plate. Without a dad for her child, Lauren doesn’t feel she can give her baby what he or she deserves. When her mother sends her to the Castillo resort in Castle, Alaska to help with a holiday celebration, Lauren jumps at the chance to forget her worries.

Jorell’s career is soaring. In charge of development for the Castillo Resorts Caribbean region, the only thing on his mind is pursuing a vice presidency. Not romance. But a forced transfer to the frozen north throws him—and his prospects off-kilter.

Zachary lives near Castle, Alaska, but the fishing guide has had little success finding a social life and fears his interest in both men and women may be too wild for the wilderness.

Two men and one pregnant woman…in charge of the holiday activities at the Christmas Extravaganza at Castle Lodge. Friendship and intense attraction blooms between them. But Madame Eve has her work cut out for her…will Jorell and Zach provide enough reasons for Lauren to change her mind?

~Excerpt~

Lauren,

Your aunt and uncle love you very much and, as a special Christmas gift, they’ve allowed me to arrange a unique evening for you. Your date will meet you at the large cabin behind the lodge, for a night you will never forget.

Madame Eve


Perfect. Might as well get it over with—although it would have been simpler to give the guy the slip in the coffee shop or another public area. Kathryn and Nick met through Madame Eve and shared a world-class romance, even now that they were married and parents. Sweet looks, private jokes, stolen kisses…everything any girl could want. She stuffed the paper into her bodice with a sigh.

But she’d already set her course and, if it weren’t for her previous poor judgment and the fact that she’d already fallen hard for two men who had eyes only for each other, it could indeed be a night to remember. Instead, she cut through the gleaming kitchen, smiling at the late night staffers, and out the back door. A light beamed from the front window of the cabin where, according to Andie, she’d spent her first night with her true loves. For just a second an image flashed through her mind—of Jorell and Zach, their nude white and mocha bodies in a four-poster bed, arms outstretched to her in invitation.

But the single tear froze on her cheek along with her dreams as she plodded up the path to the cabin and lifted her hand to the door.


It jerked open, and she gasped. Christmas music poured out on a gust of warm, pine-scented air. A tall spruce decked for the holidays glittered in a corner. Low laughter from somewhere near the flickering flames of the fireplace did not come from the auburn-bearded man who greeted her in the open doorway. It came from Jorell.

And Zach’s hand was the one that tugged her inside, when her feet became one with the doorstep. Lauren’s heart thudded so loud in her ears, it drowned out the Carol of the Bells. Her hopes rose to the high rafters then crashed down when she realized….

“I’m so sorry to interrupt your evening. I must be at the wrong cabin.” And she’d be going back to her room after that, date be darned.

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Kate Richards lives with her wonderful husband and menagerie of adopted pets in sunny SoCal. She loves the beach, the High Sierra, where she has a very tiny cabin, and spending her days making sure all of her characters—eventually—get to have a happily ever after.

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