Monday, September 15, 2014

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Gold Rush Brides: The Beginning

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Who needs a man? Certainly not Miss Delilah Price!

Abandoned by the man who ordered her as a mail order bride, Delilah struggles to get by in Gold Rush-era San Francisco. Not willing to return to her father's restrictive home — or face the arduous six-month voyage back to Boston — she hatches a plan to start her own business. She'll never have to trust her future to a man again.

Jack Dalton struck it rich in the Sierra Nevada and is having a mighty fine time spending his gold at dance halls and saloons in town. He can't for the life of him figure out why so many of his drinking buddies are signing up for ads in the matchmaking paper that snooty 'Miss Priss' is starting up. The last thing *he* wants to do is to settle down.

When an unscrupulous charlatan threatens to shatter Delilah's dream, Jack takes pity and steps in to lend a helping hand. Then he gets suckered into partnering with the very woman he desperately wants to avoid. Long hours working together force them to face their deepest fears and admit they're drawn toward one another. Can they let go of their pasts and find hope for their future or will they let their fears tear them apart?

Jack caught a whiff of lemon verbena as Dell swept past him and up the stairs to her room. His eyes closed of their own accord and his lungs took a deep pull of the heady scent. When he opened his eyes, Sam was staring at him with a knowing look.


Sam shrugged and turned back to the griddle. “Not a gol-damn thing, Jack.”

Jack pulled a cup off a rough plank that served as a shelf and poured himself some coffee. Settling in at the table, he took a sip of the black liquid and moaned.

“Sam, this is the best coffee I’ve ever had. Nothing’s better at taking the edge off the morning after than a good cuppa joe…unless it’s a good cuppa hooch.” He laughed merrily, wincing at the pain that shot through his head. Darned if that little party girl didn’t nearly drink him under the table.

Sam harumphed in reply.

Sitting in silence, the men fell into their own thoughts. Jack’s kept returning to the vision of Dell standing in her doorway in nothing but her nightgown. He couldn’t help imagining what was beneath the loose flowing cotton. And never in a hundred years would he have thought her hair could be so lovely.

When he’d entered the kitchen, she’d been looking at Sam with so much affection that her normally hard features were softened to the point that he had to do a double-take before he recognized her. He wondered what it would feel like to have her look at him with such tenderness…

He gave his traitorous head a hard shake, drawing a moan of pain at the sudden movement. Rubbing his temple, he squinted one eye open at Sam, who was shaking his head with his back turned toward him.

“You got something to say, Sam?” he groused.

Flipping another batch of flapjacks, Sam bobbed his head. “Since ya asked. Ya blow in here like you was king o’ the world, throwin’ yer good luck in everyone’s face, and you expect folks to thank ya for it. That ain’t how life works, son.”

Sam gave him a look over his shoulder. “You seem like a nice ‘nuff fella, Jack. You done good up in the diggins, and ya done blowed off some steam after working yer tail off for a year. But dontchya think it’s time to start lookin’ to the future?”

Jack couldn’t believe his ears. It was the second time in as many days that he’d heard this same lecture. First from Miss Priss and now from Sam. And he saw the way the other men in the house gave him the stink eye when he entertained company of the feminine variety, all disapproving-like. What was wrong with everybody?

“Sam, don’t you remember what it was like being a young man? I bet you was a real heartbreaker back then, am I right?”

Sam blushed and turned back to the griddle. His half-hearted shrug was all the answer Jack needed.

“Yeah, thought so. You know I’m just having a bit of fun, right? What’s so wrong with that? I got more money than I’ll ever need, so why not live a little?”

“Don’t ya want to have a nice nest egg for when ya settle down?”

“Psh! Settle down? Me?! Sam, you musta got me confused with some other chump. No way some little filly’s gonna trap me into that life. Nuh uh, no sir!”

Sam gave him another sly look.

“So you ain’t gonna take out an ad in Dell’s paper?”

“Ha!” Once again, Jack laughed a little too hard for his tender head’s liking. Rubbing his temples, he added more quietly, “Not a chance.”

“All the other boys in the house is doin’ it. Never know, might find yer one true love.”

Sam had a twinkle in his eye that Jack didn’t like one little bit. Why was everyone so eager to tie themselves down to a boring home life? Look at what he’d done in his short twenty-eight years — traveled the eastern seaboard with a small circus as their horse wrangler, sailed west on a ship around Cape Horn, worked on a ranch owned by a rich Spanish landowner — known as a Californio — breaking broncs and then found his fortune in a creek bed in the Sierra Nevada. For a poor farm boy from Missouri, that was an awful lot of living.

And he didn’t intend to stop anytime soon.

Author Bio:
Cassie Hayes grew up pretending she was Laura Ingalls (before that pesky Almonzo arrived on the scene) in the middle of Oregon farm country. She lives with her husband and cat on the Pacific Ocean and loves to hear from her readers.

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Outback Hearts

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Sam never thought she’d actually be chosen for a reality show--but next thing she knew, she was whisked away to Australia. Dealing with a producer willing to do whatever he had to do make the show a hit, other women ready to cheat and lie to gain the attention of the bachelor, and a camera operator ready to catch her at her worst every time she turned around, absolutely nothing was as simple as it seemed on TV. Not to mention the pigs, killer rattlesnakes and shoveling manure. Sam wasn’t sure she was going to make it through filming most days--never mind find true love. Alex never thought he’d be on a reality show, but how hard could being surrounded by beautiful women be? A lot harder than he’d thought. The producer changed the rules of the show behind his back, the women were nearly clawing at each other for this attention--and that one contestant he couldn’t get off his mind…

Can two people who are meant to be together manage to fight the catty contestants, crazy producer and find true love on a reality show in the Australian Outback?

“Sammi,” Alex said, still holding on to her arm, firmly, but not hurting her. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” Sam asked a bit peevishly.

“Don’t lie and tell me what you think I want to hear rather than how you really feel.” After a beat where Sam didn’t say anything he continued. “If you want to tell me to piss off, tell me. If I do something that hurts your feelings, tell me.” His voice suddenly lowered and he took her hands in his. Sam had to lean into him to hear him over the noise of the barn.

“For the love of God, you’re the only real person here. If I can’t rely on you to tell me like it is, who will?” He paused. “Now, please tell me what upset you.”

“It’s just that…..” she paused, finally continuing when Alex squeezed her hand. “I don’t fit in with the other women here, and I don’t want you to see me as…less…then they are.”

“I don’t see you as less.” Alex immediately said, not even pausing to think about what he wanted to say. “We don’t really know each other, but when I’m lying in my cot at night I find myself thinking about you and what you are thinking about.” He brushed his knuckle over her reddening cheek and continued, “I’d never intentionally insult you like that. I just have to learn how I can tease you and not have you take offense.”

Flaming Hearts

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Becky and her mom used to watch reality shows together all the time. Her mom passed away before she could see Becky on her very own show…except it’s not her own show. She has to share the limelight with another woman. They’re both competing for the love and attention of the same men. It was like no show Becky had ever seen… and she was miserable. The best thing about the show was trying to irritate the other woman by choosing activities Becky knew she’d hate. Becky had no idea she’d meet a wonderful, protective man while on the show, unfortunately he wasn’t a contestant.

Dean always knew he’d find the one woman meant for him, but he had no idea he’d find her competing on a reality show. He’d have to find a way to make sure she didn’t choose any of the prospects on the show, but would decide to be with him instead. Luckily his brother was a cameraman; it was just the key to get to spend time with Becky, as long as the Director didn’t catch wind of their plans.

Becky can’t believe Dean would be interested in her; after all, she isn’t anything special. For some reason he keeps coming back to see her and wants to talk to her every night on the phone. Their relationship becomes more solid just as Becky’s time on the show becomes more tense. She’s ready to call it quits, but she has a contract.

Dean and Becky are counting the days until the reality show is over and they can spend time together openly when Dean gets called away on a job. When an incident on the show threatens her safety and Dean isn’t around for her to turn to, Becky isn’t sure their relationship can survive. Becky has to figure out a way to trust Dean to help her, and Dean will do whatever it takes for Becky to realize she’s his…forever.

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Working as a camera operator for a hard-nosed producer wasn’t all fun and games. Kina was seriously thinking about making this reality show her last. She was known as being as cold-as-ice when it came to men, which was appropriate since they were filming in Alaska. Before she could figure out what she wanted to do with her life she had to make it through the show. The contestants aren’t exactly lumberjack material and the challenges range from ridiculous to downright dangerous.

The Alaskan reality show is Jonathan’s last gig before he goes to work in security with his brother. The shoot would be completely miserable except the one woman in the world who was meant to be his is also a camera operator on the show. He doesn’t know how he’ll manage it, but he has to win her heart and convince her to move to Arizona to be with him.

Following in the footsteps of the contestants isn’t a walk in the park for the camera operators. Fighting boredom and drama within the crew, hiking across glaciers, and camping in the Alaskan wilderness isn’t as safe as it seems on television. An injury on the set will either bring Jonathan and Kina together, or tear them apart for good.

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Susan Stoker currently lives in Texas, but over the last fourteen years has also lived in Missouri, California, Colorado, and Indiana. She met the love of her life on "Hotmail classified" before such a thing as online dating and sites like even existed!

Being the spouse of an Enlisted Army man was an experience, and spending four years apart while he was stationed in Korea and then sent to a different State then she was living was not fun. But now that he's retired HE gets to follow HER around the country!

Susan and her husband are passionate about adopting dogs from rescue groups and shelters. They've had a total of nine "rescued" dogs in their brief 14 year marriage. Mainly basset hounds and bloodhounds, but they've recently branched out and adopted a basset/terrier mix.

As a type A person, Susan has two master's degrees and her PhD, but tells people that all having a PhD means is that she can write really long papers. She's been reading romances since middle school, even once crossing out all the names in a book and changing them to her own and to the name of her crush. She's been writing scenes for years, thinking about what she likes, and recently tried stringing the scenes into a book.

Her first series, Beyond Reality, will be a trilogy, with all three books in the series having HEAs.

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Wednesday, September 10, 2014

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Drive Me Sane

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Unable to perform her duties in the army after a twelve-month deployment to Afghanistan that leaves her with scars no one can see, Sera Cavins returns to her hometown hoping that some time alone will help her find her way back to being the girl everyone once knew. That is, until she finds herself sharing a house with the man who left her heartbroken merely weeks before her deployment.

Tyler Creech made it to Nashville and even earned a number one hit, but being a rising country music artist isn’t as easy as he thought. He’s back in Cobb City, Kentucky, looking for something to ease the stress of his next release. He discovers it standing on his mom’s and stepdad’s lawn when Sera, the girl he once planned to marry, shows up.

They’d been perfect for each other, until the strain of Sera’s deployment and pressure of Tyler’s career drove them apart. Now with neither of their lives going the way they anticipated, both are fighting different yet similar demons.

But change is good, and sometimes going a little crazy is too. Sometimes it’s what keeps you sane.

Sera thought about what she wanted to say. She had so much bundled up inside. There was so much Tyler didn’t know. No one knew. PTSD had so many different layers and degrees to it that it was a hard condition to figure out. Not one affected person acted or responded the same and while some knew what triggered their episodes, others weren’t so lucky. She wanted to count her blessings. Trains were an obvious prompt for her breakdowns and while she had once tried to avoid them, she was tired of running from her problems. Running wasn’t helping. Whether she eluded any sightings of them or not, the memories were still there. Somehow she still found her way back to that day beside the tracks in Afghanistan. The sad part was, the thought of a train had actually brought her comforting memories in the moments before the blast. But now all it was was a reminder of what had happened.

At times, the guilt was so incredibly unbearable she thought it might do her in. Not that she would ever consider the option. It was the physical weariness that wore on her. The mental exhaustion that kept her in fits. Every day, she got up feeling as if she were battling something—except she wasn’t sure what it was. She wondered if stress could really kill a person, if she’d just go to bed one night and not wake up. The idea was fearsome. Likely the reason she didn’t want to fall asleep.

It wasn’t the way she wanted to live. She didn’t want the rest of her life stalked with bad memories and sleepless nights. She wanted some normalcy again. To do the things she always dreamt about. The things Tyler had mentioned earlier that day: get married, have a family. A job wasn’t anything she’d really ever considered because her future had always revolved around Tyler’s career, but right now, she’d take that over wallowing in her own self-pity. She hadn’t given any of that much thought since returning from Afghanistan. Her focus had been on dealing with her disorder while trying to stay in the army, but when she couldn’t do that, she’d come back home, hoping to heal. But instead of rebuilding her life, the pain had been cut deeper when she had to face Tyler, the man she once believed she’d share all those dreams with.

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Debut author Dena Rogers makes a spectacular entrance to the field of romance with this nicely paced emotional tale that's sole focus is on mending broken hearts and broken lives. In my humble opinion, one can't help but applaud the author's tackling of the subject of PTSD in a former female soldier, and I thought her handling of the subject was relevant, vividly moving, and very well done.

With regards to Sera, I found her attempts to repress her emotions, as a means of self-protection, to be utterly convincing and understandable, even though I found I didn't always like her when she engaged these defense mechanisms. Ms. Rogers nicely countered Sera's actions with the often understated actions of Tyler, whom she characterized with the compassionate ability to understand and sense Sera's needs in the face of his own troubled emotions. This balance of give and take in characterization truly enhanced the gradual changes in this couple's relationship and kept the plot moving with new revelations and just enough valid recriminations to keep Tyler and Sera's relationship grounded and real.

Despite the novella length of DRIVE ME SANE, this tale has lots of depth, adequate back story, and there are few psychological or emotional issues that are left untouched. Crafting such a compelling story in approximately one hundred pages is a feat that deserves recognition and surely designates Dena Rogers as a talented new author to watch.

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Dena grew up in Central Texas, but has lived in the foothills of Kentucky, with her husband and two sons, long enough to consider it home. She enjoys taking road trips with her family and watching her husband race at one of the local dirt tracks. When she's not doing one of those things, you can find her with her nose in a book (and 2 or 3 in her purse). She loves writing small-town stories of happily ever after and has an affinity for all genres of music, but is partial to her southern roots.

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Monday, September 8, 2014

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Dangerous Indenture

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Eager to escape her past in Ireland, Shauna Farrow signs on to become an indentured servant to Joshua Stewart, a wealthy man in Pennsylvania Colony.

But a life of servitude quickly turns to drudgery, and her hopes for starting over and creating a better life for herself are waning—until she meets her master’s roguish son, Ashton.

Shauna fights her growing attraction to Ashton, torn between propriety and acting on her emotions. But amidst their flirting, something dark stirs. Shauna soon discovers why no other servants will work for the strange Stewart family.

Stewart House has an unsavory reputation: a previous servant died there under mysterious circumstances. When another servant goes missing in the middle of the night, Shauna is convinced that a member of the family is responsible.

When Shauna’s investigation leads her too close to the truth, it’s up to Ashton to save her before time runs out.

Ashton stroked her palm with his fingertips, and her nipples hardened under her dress. How could his simple touch have such an effect on her?

“I’d hate to think of anything hurting this pretty little hand,” Ashton said, kissing her palm. After a second, he settled her hand on his bare shoulder.

“Forgive my boldness, but I hoped you might want to rest your hand here for a moment.”

“That’s a good idea,” she replied as she trailed her hand down Ashton’s shoulder. Up close, he smelled like a combination of manly sweat and spicy cologne. Touching his hot skin made her body pulse. To hell with promises. Ashton was half naked in front of her, and she wanted him.

“Forgive my boldness,” she said as she flung her arms around his neck and drew him close for a kiss.

Ashton groaned as she covered his mouth with hers. Had he been teasing her, waiting to see if she would kiss him first?

Their mouths melded together, and she pressed her breasts against him, eager to let him know how much she wanted him.

Ashton clutched her around the waist and thrust their lower bodies together. A hardness jutted out from his breeches, poking her in the belly. Lord, he was huge. His tongue teased her lips, and she opened her mouth wider, eager to accept a part of him inside her. He slid his hands to her buttocks and arched his hips forward. His cock rubbed against her.

God, yes . . . that was what she wanted.


Wilderness Bride

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A woman running from her past…straight into the arms of a wild stranger

In a moment of desperation, Kathleen Stanton flees her pampered life in Kingston, New York and ends up stranded in a small town in the Michigan Territory. Out of money and lacking a means of escape, she impersonates a handsome stranger’s mail-order bride. Kathleen calls herself Michelle and begins living a lie with her “husband,” Luther, in an isolated mountain cabin. She tells herself the arrangement is temporary until she can move on.

Luther can’t believe his luck when his beautiful blonde bride arrives, but something doesn’t feel right about his new wife. She has terrifying nightmares involving a man named Roger and is reluctant to talk about where she came from. But Luther is harboring a secret about his background and fears Michelle will abandon him if she learns the truth about him—and his family.

The couple tries to maintain their rocky relationship as they work to fight brutal townspeople and overcome harsh living conditions. When circumstances force Michelle to stay longer than she expected, she succumbs to her growing attraction and falls in love with Luther. But when they finally give in to their desires and agree to become a proper man and wife, a dark figure from Michelle’s past catches up with her, putting her and Luther in grave danger.

Luther eased Michelle down and knelt over her. Her eyes were closed and a slight smile crossed her lips. His cock tingled and ached, wanting her, needing her.

He propped himself on his elbows and nuzzled the side of Michelle’s throat below her ear. Her wet skin was cool from the lake, yet he felt her pulse hammering beneath his lips.

Michelle lay still as he trailed his hands down the front of her body. He took his time caressing the outline of her breasts, then worked down to her hips. His head swam with desire as he glimpsed the dark triangle of hair through her chemise. God, he wanted her. He ached to touch her, yet was hesitant about pushing things too far, too fast.

He kissed Michelle and moaned as she kissed him back. A soft mewing noise escaped her throat. He slid his hand to the top of her chemise and began unfastening the tiny white buttons. Halfway through, he paused and waited to see if Michelle would protest. When she didn’t, he kept going.

He separated the material, freeing her pale breasts. She was beautiful. His mouth watered at the thought of sucking her. He broke the kiss and looked at Michelle. Her eyes were still closed, and she was breathing hard.

“Can I touch you?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

Author Bio:
Kelli A. Wilkins is an award-winning author who has published more than 90 short stories, 18 romance novels (for Medallion Press and Amber Quill Press), and 4 non-fiction books. Her romances span many genres and heat levels. Kelli had two historical romances published in spring 2014. Wilderness Bride from Amber Quill Press: and Dangerous Indenture from Medallion Press: Her third gay romance, A Secret Match, was released on August 31. Read about it here:

Kelli publishes a blog: ( filled with excerpts, interviews, writing prompts, and whatever else pops into her head. She also writes a monthly newsletter, Kelli's Quill, and posts on Facebook and Twitter. Kelli invites readers to visit her website, to learn more about all of her writings.

Monday, August 25, 2014

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Earth Enchanted
Elemental Magic #1
By Brynna Curry

Writer Liv Corrigan has the worst luck with men -- her telepathy tends to make them run for the hills. When she meets widower and ex-cop Jack Roarke, she decides to keep her talent hidden. Things are looking up until their third date crashes and burns as the man who murdered Jack’s wife turns out to be after him too. Injured, Jack retreats with Liv to his house under armed guard. But with Liv’s mysteries rapidly coming unraveled, a diamond-thief killer to stop and passion in the air, the safe house is anything but safe for their hearts!


To Take Up The Sword
Elemental Magic #2
By Brynna Curry

Missing diamonds and a killer on the loose…will a schoolteacher and FBI agent escape with their lives and hearts intact? After the acquittal of Gueraldi's right hand and favored killer for hire, Ashton Smythe, Special Agent Gabriel Spiller takes time away from his work with the FBI. Having failed in his mission to avenge his lost would be lover, Serena Roarke, Gabe returns to Alabama in search of the missing diamonds needed to reopen the investigation and to lay low from the death threats he's received since Smythe went free. Almost two years after her sister's death, Leannan O'Neal feels the loss of Serena more now than ever. A secret meeting between them before she died left Lea with an ugly figurine and nothing but questions. Hang-up calls at work and a trashed house reminds her of the card Serena gave her. "If you find yourself in trouble, go to him and only him" were the last words her sister spoke to her. With Smthye out for revenge and hot on her heels, Lea goes on the run in search of Serena's 'Angel', but how long can Gabe keep her alive, and is the cost worth more than her life?


Wait for the Wind
Elemental Magic #3
By Brynna Curry

Kate O'Connell grew up loved by the Corrigan family, all the while suffering from the inescapable reality of her own alcoholic father. At a young age she gave her heart and innocence to Ryan Corrigan. For once happiness seemed within her reach, until in one horror-filled night, the monster she called 'Daddy' changed everything. Too many misunderstandings forced Kate and Ryan apart, but now Kate's come home to open her clinic and raise her daughter, Allaina, closer to his family. Will she be able to open Ryan's heart to his magic? Ryan is glad to be back on Irish soil, but the reason he left still haunts him. As he tries to build a new life and redeem his past, can he forgive Kate and reclaim his healing gift in time to save his sister and her twins?


Sea’s Sorceress
Elemental Magic #4
By Brynna Curry

Love can come along at the most inconvenient times... Skye Corrigan treasures family above all else. Standing by his best friend Rhia while she suffers the heartache of losing her father to cancer has strengthened their childhood bond. Lately Rhia affects him in ways she never has before. Rhiannon O'Malley shares Skye's past and hopes for a future with him, but love must come with a willing heart. Her father's terminal illness has left her in charge of the family pub. Skye has always been there for her, but when their relationship changes, will she find the courage to claim the future? Or will a thousand-year-old curse keep its grip on two hostage hearts?


Fire’s Ice
Elemental Magic #5
By Brynna Curry

Ultimate power, or endless love? Born the son of a Scottish laird a thousand years ago, but now trapped by his cousin's spell, Devin McLoch has seen countless battles and death. The erstwhile thief has turned away from darker pursuits to lead a life of peace, protecting those he loves and considers part of his clan. However, there is one woman he can never forget, who must be given a chance to change, to accept her heart and his. Arianne Farrell is just as dangerous and intoxicating as her power. Imprisoned in an ancient stone dance more than a thousand years ago, her only chance at freedom from the spell is through love—a love she denied. When Devin asks for her aid to save another from imminent death, she realizes there is more at stake than just her freedom or her heart.

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Brynna Curry was born south of the Mason-Dixon Line. After living all over the southern states, she finally landed in North Alabama where she lives with her husband and their three children. Growing up, books fueled her dreams and imagination, ultimately becoming her salvation during the hardest times in her life.Writing is her passion, but she enjoys the fun of sharing those stories with others by reviewing books and working in publicity. When she isn’t writing or promoting, she’s often found haunting the library for new books to read or just spending an quiet evening at home with Jackie watching old westerns on TV. Although her wizards, shifters and vampires are as real to her as anyone, she insists love is the truest magic and with it every day is another wonderful adventure.

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Friday, August 22, 2014

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The Dirty Blonde
A Vic Fallon Mystery Series

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A tough private eye gets involved with a blonde beauty in a search for her missing husband—but how many more wives are waiting in the wings?

Former cop Vic Fallon is content to live in Sandusky, Ohio, on his disability settlement and take the occasional private eye job when he isn’t fishing. He doesn’t really want to get involved in a missing persons case, but when Amy Bergen arrives from Tennessee looking for her estranged husband who’s avoiding divorce court, Vic is taken in by her southern charm and agrees to help her. His search brings him into contact with a local gangster wannabe, a crooked cop and a gambling syndicate. When another woman shows up claiming to be the missing man’s wife, the case takes a bizarre turn. Can Vic find the wayward husband before all of his wives catch up with him? Will his feelings for Amy develop into something more than professional?

Vic took a seat at the bar and was approached by the bartender, Charlie McCoy. Charlie was a large Bulgarian with a barrel chest and a thick accent that twenty years in the U.S. hadn’t diminished. 

“I’ll take my usual, Charlie,” Vic said.

Charlie drew a Great Lakes Lager from the tap then set the mug on the bar. “Vic, there some bimbo lookin’ for you,” he said in his gruff basso voice.

Vic took a sip of beer. “What bimbo?”

Charlie jerked his head toward the corner of the small lounge. “That bimbo.”

Vic looked in the direction Charlie indicated and eyed the petite blonde as she daintily sipped a glass of lemonade. She was wearing a low-cut yellow sundress with a floral print that came to rest a few inches above her knees and showed off the cleavage of her small, firm breasts. I’d say about a 34B if I’m any judge of these things. His eyes wandered further down her toned legs. Vic’s gaze homed in on the small gold ring on the fourth toe of her left foot.

Her hair wasn’t blonde in the true sense of the word, but more of a blonde-mixed-with-light-brown shade, and fell to her shoulders with enough inward flip to make it look sexy. We used to call it “dirty blonde.”  I always thought the name was a double entendre. Wonder if it’s her natural hair color?  

He turned to look in Charlie’s direction. “Not bad.”

“If you like ‘em scrawny.” He gave a gruff chuckle that made his belly shake. “Me? I like ‘em with a little meat, you know?”

“Yeah, I’ve seen the lady wrestlers you go out with. How long has she been waiting?”

“Through two lemonades.”

“Neat or with a chaser?”

“Straight up. You want me to give her the bum rush?”

Vic looked at her again and grinned. “That wouldn’t be polite.”

Vic slid off the stool then strolled his lean six-foot frame across the room. He smiled cordially. “Hi. My name’s Vic Fallon. I understand you’re looking for me.”

She looked him up and down, taking in his wrinkled shirt and unshaven face. She smiled politely and extended her hand. “Amy Bergen. Won’t you sit down?”

Vic took a seat and set his mug on the table. Before he could ask what her business was Amy beat him to the punch. “I must say you’re not quite what I expected.”

“Next time I’ll wear a clean shirt.” He sipped his beer. “What can I do for you?”

She cleared her throat. “I was given your card by a Detective David Becker.”

Good ol’ Becker, always throwing something my way. I wonder what he wants this time? “Why did Detective Becker give you my name?”

“I’m from Lenoir City, Tennessee. It’s just outside Knoxville. Have you ever been there?”

“Can’t say I have. Is it worth a look?”

“It’s okay, I guess. I came up here to find my ex-husband, Carl. I mean, he will be my ex-husband as soon he signs the divorce papers. That’ll leave me free to be with Aaron.”


“Aaron Tripplehorn. He’s an assistant undertaker.”

An assistant undertaker. How thrilling.  “And Detective Becker thought this would interest me why?”

“He said he can’t look for Carl because he hasn’t broken any laws. Have you ever heard of such a thing?”

“Once or twice. Do you want someone to track Carl down and force him into divorce court under the threat of being thrown into Lake Erie?”

Amy looked curiously at him. “You don’t act much like an investigator.”

“I’ll try harder to live up to your expectations.”

“Detective Becker said you do this sort of thing sometimes, and since he was unable to help me, he suggested I look you up.” She leaned across the table and lowered her voice.  “I don’t want to be nosy but who’s that scary-looking man behind the bar?”

“Charlie McCoy.”

“McCoy? He doesn’t sound Irish.”

“That’s because he’s Bulgarian. He used to be a strong man with the circus but he got tired of all the traveling, changed his name and settled here.”

“What’s his real name?”

Vic shrugged. “I could never pronounce it. Why do you think your husband’s here?”

“My attorney got his most recent credit card charges.”

She took a folded piece of paper from her purse and handed it to him. Vic read the entries, noting gasoline and meal charges from Tennessee to northern Ohio, along with a room at the La Quinta Inn in Sandusky, taken out three days earlier.

“I went to that motel as soon as I got here this morning,” Amy continued, “but he’d already checked out. That’s when I went to the police.”

Vic swallowed more beer. Tracking down a deadbeat husband isn’t my idea of fun but I’m getting bored with fishing and don’t have any other cases grabbing my time. On the plus side, she’s cute and easy on the eyes. How did a mortician’s assistant get so lucky? 

“Why would he come here?”

Amy exhaled a deep breath. “Well, I certainly wouldn’t know. That’s what I want you to find out.”

“And to get him to sign your divorce papers so you can hook up with Aaron Tripplehorn, the assistant undertaker.” 

“Are you mocking me because I’m from the south?”

“No, I do this with everyone.”

“I’m not sure I care for your manner.”

“Gee, you haven’t found one thing you like about me yet, have you?”

Author Bio:
Tim Smith is an award-winning author of numerous books, from romantic mystery/thrillers to contemporary erotic romance. He is also a freelance photographer. When he isn’t pursuing these two passions, he can often be found in The Florida Keys, doing research in between parasailing and seeking out the perfect Pina Colada.

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Wednesday, August 20, 2014

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Make Me Surrender – included novella by Tina Donahue

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The Alpha male. Strong. In control. Letting no one and nothing rule him…until he meets the one, and all bets are off. The world tilts, the bed rocks, and suddenly that tough guy finds himself Brought to His Knees—in more ways than one.

This collection of ten hot to erotic novellas and one short erotic novel will take you on journeys of lust, love, and adventure, leave you breathless and quite possibly in need of a cold shower.

Enter with anticipation. Finish satisfied…

Dark Wolf Enterprises
A.M. Griffin
Murder, mayhem and imprinting with a hot wolf shifter… And they say being an accountant is boring.

Building Bridges
Amy Ruttan
A vet tech and a lone wolf rancher ride out a sudden storm, but can they weather the emotions they stir up in each other...

Three Strikes
Anya Richards
Two lonely men. One secret affair. Irresistible passion that will push them both to the breaking point, and beyond.

A Cowboy’s Seduction
Cynthia D’Alba
One exhausted cowboy + One uptight accountant x A tropical resort = A hot seduction. But who is seducing whom?

Born to Sin
Danica Avet
A tomboy in love makes a desperate attempt to seduce her best friend and succeeds beyond her wildest dreams. But this Alpha male isn’t easily tamed and has secrets that could very well tear them apart.

The Sound of Your Name
Felice Fox
Their silent erotic encounters change his luck and awaken his soul, but secrets and cowboy superstitions can only keep them apart.

Beneath the Pages
Jennifer Kacey
One wicked night with her did nothing but whet his appetite. Now he’ll settle for nothing less than her complete submission.

Cruising for Love
Lynne Silver
A vacation cruise comes with surprises—like the BDSM theme and her high school love, the one man she can’t resist.

Sabrina York
A scalding attraction. An irresistible passion. A pity she’s the one woman he can never have…

Chief Sin
Sayde Grace
A taste of Sin isn’t enough. Instead she wants all of him, including the heart she once broke.

Make Me Surrender
Tina Donahue
When it comes to two of the hottest guys in town, she has a proposition…to win their attention, passion, hearts.

Blurb for Tina Donahue’s Make Me Surrender (menage):
She has a proposition…to win their attention, passion, hearts.

For over a year, Mercy’s had her eye on Travis and Dutch, two of the hottest guys on the Oregon coast. Dark and dangerously virile, Travis owns a saloon that caters to bikers. Dutch looks like one, right down to his impressive tats, and operates a motorcycle repair shop on the premises.

When a position opens in the saloon’s kitchen, Mercy sees a way to be near these sinfully sexy men, wanting the job and lodging, her cabin snuggled between theirs.

Travis isn’t so sure about having Mercy nearby. She’s deliciously curvy, but too nice. He’s into temporary fun. To Dutch, forever is a dirty word.

Imagine their surprise when sweet little Mercy encourages wild nights of carnal pleasure with a dash of bondage and spanking…followed by friendship and tenderness.

Before she’s through, these tough guys will be the ones who’ve surrendered.

Shaking off her uncertainty, Mercy pulled a plate from beneath the counter. On it was her gift to Travis and Dutch. Treats she always offered them when they came here.

Travis reached the counter first, his long fingers wrapped around a bottle of Lipton’s Iced Tea and three packages of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups.

Mercy’s mouth went dry. She imagined his hands on her, the pads of his thumbs dragging over her nipples, sending a thrum of delight through her body.

She managed a wobbly smile. He produced an interested grin, making a dimple in his beard-shadowed cheek. Her belly fluttered and her heart sank. His attention was on the plate she’d set out, not her.

“Hey,” she murmured, soft and warm.

His gaze flicked up. A flash of heat burned in his dreamy eyes before it faded beneath what appeared to be confusion. As though he hadn’t expected that sultry greeting to have come from her. “Hey.”

His voice was so fucking deep and rough, Mercy had difficulty breathing. Jill made a noise that sounded too turned on. Mercy kicked her friend’s running shoe; an order for her to beat it.

Jill pivoted and hurried off, her narrow shoulders drawn to her skinny body, her blonde ponytail bouncing over her thin neck.

“Want one?” Mercy breathed to Travis. She stroked the lip of the plate with the same care she would his balls and cock. If he’d only let her.

Travis studied her breasts as though he’d never noticed them before, which he hadn’t. Given the unusual summer heat, the air conditioning had kicked on, making it nicely chilly in here. The cold air had pebbled Mercy’s nipples against her stretchy cotton tee. When she’d seen him and Dutch pull up, she’d ditched her shapeless Fast Fill jacket.

Travis’s sexy smile said he appreciated her boobs.

Mercy pulled back her shoulders to give him an even better look at her chest.

Joining them, Dutch dropped packs of M&M’s and Lay’s potato chips on the counter. “What’s this?” He regarded the plate.

Travis dragged his attention back to the gourmet cupcakes. Mercy had baked them this morning, hoping he and Dutch would show up as they usually did on Sunday afternoons. Their only time off.

“Breakfast and dessert,” she cooed.

Travis lifted one dark eyebrow. Dutch had finally discovered her tight-as-hell nipples and remained riveted on them. “Huh?”

Mercy’s skin prickled with excitement and more than a little lust. “Technically, they’re bacon and banana cupcakes, with maple, peanut butter, and bacon topping.”

She ran her finger over the edge of one then offered a taste of the frosting to both men. Eager to know who’d lick her first. “Try it. It’s as good as the other stuff I’ve given you.”

They reached for her at the same time, their hands bumping each other. Dutch curled his fingers around her wrist. Before he could lift her hand, Travis drew Mercy’s finger between his lips.

She blinked wildly. Her pulse pounded out of control at the wet heat of his mouth and Dutch running his thumb over her wrist. Travis suckled gently, swirling his tongue around Mercy’s nail, driving her crazy with need.

“Hmm.” His prominent Adam’s apple bobbed with his swallow.

She fought an insane urge to lick it and his bristly throat.

“You should try this,” he said to Dutch.

“I was about to.” He twisted his mouth at her finger still damp from Travis’s awesome tongue. Dutch kept stroking her skin, until he seemed to realize what he was doing. After releasing her, he grabbed a cupcake and devoured half of it in one bite. Frosting clung to the corners of his mouth.

Mesmerized, Mercy watched him chew.

He swallowed. “Fuck—I mean, damn, this is good. Even better than the other ones you’ve made.”

Travis nodded as he gobbled his cupcake. Another strand of hair swayed forward, grazing his unshaven cheek.

Sex radiated from them, weakening every part of Mercy’s body, making her reckless and bold.

“I have a proposition,” she whispered.

Dutch’s chews slowed. Travis forced down a swallow and frowned. “What? Didn’t hear that.”

She spoke louder. “A proposition. I have one.”

Author Bio:
Tina Donahue is an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Siren Publishing, and Kensington. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic romances (Adored, Lush Velvet Nights, and Deep, Dark, Delicious) were named finalists in the 2011 EPIC competition. The French review site, Blue Moon reviews, chose her erotic romance Sensual Stranger as their Book of the Year 2010 (erotic category). The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for Lush Velvet Nights, and two of her titles (The Yearning and Deep, Dark, Delicious) received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition (2011 and 2012). Take Me Away and Adored both won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the 2012 Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. She was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company.

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Tuesday, August 19, 2014

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Gifted: An Anthology

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In these four installments we follow four young women as they discover love and their own strength. 

My Traitorous Heart:
When Miriah Anderson finds a rose on her door, it can only mean one thing- her former lover and once savior has returned; together they must put her demons to rest to ensure not only their lives, but their future together. Nearly two years have passed since Miriah was abducted and tortured at the hands of a demon-beast. Now, after leaving her to face her recovery alone, James is back, begging for her help. Miriah must put her fear aside in order to end her nightmare once and for all now that the hunters have been lead to her door step. Through her eyes we watch as she works with James and realizes the spark of their love is still present. Can she trust him not to leave her in her moment of weakness again?

Whispers on the Wind:
The darkness is coming and it's up to Rebecka to stop it before it takes over, destroying the whole town and everyone in it. Tyler knows her secret and is determined to help, whether she wants it or not. With time growing short, he must take aggressive action and inform her of a fate beyond their control. Will Rebecka crumble under the pressure? Or can they find a way to work together to banish the coming of an endless night?

Heart of the Hurricane:
After a tragic accident takes the lives of Alyssa's mom and sister, she is left alone to piece her life back together. With the aid of her life coach-Ryan, she has to overcome her fears, if she wants to obtain her heart's desire. Is she strong enough to overcome her past and become the woman she was meant to be?

When the Earth Shakes:
Between planning her best friend's wedding, working full time, and dealing with family issues, Lyla needs a vacation. When she's gifted a week long trip to get to know her last remaining grandparent, she has no idea how much her life is about to change. Through Lyla's perspective, we are taken on a journey of self discovery as she falls in love and learns the power of forgiveness.

From My Traitorous Heart (Book One in the Anthology):
A scarlet rose was taped to my door. This could only mean one thing- he was back. I felt my heart skip a beat as I reached out to take the red rose. I caught my thumb on one of the protruding thorns and immediately put it to my lips. Of course his return would be marked in blood, I thought.
I opened the door with my free hand. Locking the door had never become a habit of mine. I lived in a relatively safe neighborhood (if any could be considered such anymore) and had my own special set of defenses. Perhaps, though, I would start, if for no other reason than the annoyance it would cause.
I took the rose straight to the kitchen and got down the smallest vase I had. At 5'2”, it was a reach for me to get to the top shelf , which should show the frequency I have use to display fresh flowers. They'd been gifts from someone I had come to think of as just short of forgotten, which is why I failed to get rid of them.
I filled the vase with luke-warm water, humming as I went about the unplanned chore. I slid the flower's stem gently into the glass vase. I had no desire to remove the thorns; they would do well to remind me: even the most beautiful creations can be dangerous. 

From Whispers on the Wind (Book Two in the Anthology):
Thinking on her feet had never been one of her strong suits. As a rule, she didn't give into impulses. Today she had, and more and more she had come to regret the decision. “So, you intend to keep secrets, then?”

He knew she was stalling for time. A slow smile spread across his face. “I suppose you have a right to know, but given the circumstances, I think I'll keep my secret for now. You, though,” he stood now, slowly moving towards the woman who was just shy of cowering in his living room, “Have no secrets.”

“Don't come any closer,” she warned, some internal alarm tickling her solar plexus.

“This is my house and I'll go where I please.” He took a step forward, then another.

Rebecka's heart was beating furiously in her chest. She took a deep breath. “Stay away from me.”

“Is that what you really want, my little wind sorceress?”

Focus, she told herself, And breathe. That was all she'd been taught. She had no sense of control, but usually her will was accomplished. Then again, prior attempts had always occurred when her nerves weren't stretched so thin and her mind was relaxed and open. “Last warning.” Her cerulean eyes frosted over with a glaze of power. He continued his pursuit.

She waved her hand. The handful of books on the shelf flew off and landed with a loud thud against the wooden floor. Concentrate, she thought and waved her hand again. His chestnut hair fluttered in the unnatural breeze, but still he continued his advance.

“You're going to have to do better than that, sweetheart.” He was upon her now. “I don't back down easily.” In one swift movement, he grabbed her hands in his and pinned them above her head. He bent his head closing the few inches that separated their faces. “What motivates you?”

She felt paralyzed as his breath whispered over her skin. The pressure continued on her wrists as she tried to pull them free and push him away. And then his lips met hers and she felt something inside herself break. The flood gates fractured, her power rushed out from her very core and sent the man flying across the room. She wasn't entirely sure what she was doing, but she let her instincts guide her.

From Heart of the Hurricane (Book Three in the Anthology)
Sorrow filled Alyssa's deep aqua eyes as she stared at the shallow pool before her. She couldn't give into the memories that always waited just beneath the surface, threatening to consume her.

“It's all about control,” she let Ryan's velvet voice wash over her, grounding her in the present. “Focus on your breathing.” He took hold of her hand, “We'll do this together.”

Alyssa didn't speak as they took their first step together into the luke warm pool. The water climbed over her ankle and a tremor of fear ran through her body.

“Relax, Aly. Clear your mind. Now, let's take another step.”

She grit her teeth and tightened her grip on his hand. For three weeks she had been meeting with Ryan as they worked together to banish her fear. She had to admit, it was helping. When she first started coming, just the sight of a puddle had sent her into an almost paralyzing fear.... Now, she was standing in water that rose half way up her slender calves.

“Okay. Now, look down,” he instructed; his voice acting as a shield against the darkness in her mind.

She did as she was told. After all, this is what she paid him for. For the price he charged, she expected no less than miraculous results. She saw the clear water stretching out in front of her, too deep to classify as a kiddie pool, but Ryan assured her it was the perfect depth for an aquaphobic like her to start in.

Panic raced through her system; she felt the adrenaline build in her body's natural fight or flight instinct. She had an overwhelming urge to get away, but Ryan's hand in hers kept her in place. Her body trembled and she could swear she saw waves forming in what should have been still water.

From When the Earth Shakes (Book Four in the Anthology)
“Maybe that's because nobody ever looked at you like I do.” Where'd that come from? “But I think you're wrong. I think my grandmother saw your potential. I didn't know her well, but she never struck me as the type of person to tolerate weakness on any scale.”

He chuckled, “You'd be right. I always just thought it was because everyone always spent all their time fawning over my sister.”

“I think you have as much to learn as I do.” I hadn't moved my hand away from his face. Lightly I stroked my fingers over his firm jaw line. The light stubble he had growing was prickly on my fingertips, but the skin beneath was smoother than I anticipated. I thought with all the hours he spent in the sun, his skin would have taken on a more leathery consistency.

He didn't seem to mind my casual exploration of his features. “Let's do something tomorrow,” he suggested.

I dropped my hand. What was I getting myself into here? I was definitely attracted, but I'd been attracted to other guys before. Never like this, though, I reminded myself. The intensity I felt when I was with him wasn't just for him, but more like he made all my senses come alive. The sun was brighter, the air sweeter, the world itself was more vibrant. “I don't know,” I hoped my voice wasn't shaking as much as my insides were.

“Tomorrow,” he spoke as if there was no chance I would say no. How could he know he was the sun and I was but a measly planet trapped in orbit of this insane gravitational pull? Could he be feeling it, too?

“I'm leaving in a couple days, Rob.”

The light in his eyes dimmed as if my reminder caught him off guard. “Then,” he continued, a firm resolve in the velvety smooth voice of his, “Give me a chance to show you a night you won't forget.”

Everything about him seemed cool, calm, confident... Everything except those eyes that seemed to be pleading with me on some base level. Something was telling me he needed me as badly as I needed him. “But Grand-dad,” I started.

“Will be busy,” he finished for me. “He's got a standing monthly date with a couple of his buddies. They've been getting together like this for years.”

“Oh.” And just like that, I was all out of his excuses.

Author Bio: 
A stay-at-home wife and mother of two incredible boys, Sandra enjoys writing fiction dealing with supernatural aspects. She lives in Missouri, although she has lived in several other states including: Arizona (where she was born), Colorado, Florida, South Dakota, Kansas, Montana, Iowa, California, Ohio and Michigan.

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