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Summer Vacation Sex
Why is summer vacation sex the best ever?

The heat? The fact that you can shed most of your clothes? Wear a skimpy, flirty dress with stilettos? Shirtless hunks? That your skin’s bronzed and glowing? You feel pretty? The sudden relief from the pressure of not having to go to work? Not having to deal with the mundane, day-to-day responsibilities of life? Or, maybe the simple fact that you’re sans kids for a few days? Lying on a beach sipping wickedly strong cocktails? Ogling the studs ambling by? Feeling the sun heat your body?

Perhaps it’s a combination of all of the above, but for some peculiar reason almost every woman I’ve spoken with on this topic agrees; summer vacation sex is the best.

One of my friends says that from the time she awakes to the time she slips into bed late at night, every moment’s scheduled according to everyone else’s demands. First it’s what needs to be done for the kids, then her partner, and then her boss. Then she tosses and turns and makes mental to do lists for the following day. Once she’s awake it’s a matter of juggling, work, hubby, kids, and social media.

Somehow a winter, fall, or spring vacation doesn’t have the same liberating factor that does the time you take off in the summer. Routine dissipates, a lazy languor dictates your unhurried dawdling, an un-faze-able sanguinity steals over you, and time slows to a mere trickle. The minute that clock ticks into summer va-cay-at-ion, and you hit a beach, or a theme park—you do two things:

1. Let out a long, relieved sigh and feast on something forbidden—a loaded Coney dog, a banana split, or fries with cheese and gravy.

2. Release your fierce grip on ‘being plugged in’. You know, that desperate urge to update your FB status, or tweet some inane outing like ‘at the gas pump’.

Who cares when you’re on summer vacation?

jianne Frozen Watermelon Margarita (2)Especially, if it’s the last few weeks of blessed warmth. We’ve barely three weeks left for the summer. I say—throw out the baby, bath water, and your inhibitions. Do something crazy and spontaneous! Shuck your clothes by the pool. Treat yourself to icy watermelon margaritas. Wear a totally outrageous outfit. Invite friends over to do—exactly nothing, but hang out. Wring every single drop of fun out of the next twenty-one days!




jianne Prymal_Lust-Jianne_Carlo-200x320 (2)The primal call of Mate Claim sparks a battle among the three species of shifters—Wylfen, Feral, and Rogue—and has for generations. These violent feuds incite hunts by humankind, driving shifters near extinction. To protect their people the aristocratic Wylfen ban the practice of Mate Claim. When a Rogue alpha claims a Wylfen female, the mated pair forms a coalition with a Feral male. An alliance is created: Prymal, a new species and pack born of Rogue, Wylfen, and Feral. And war begins…

Tania, a Wylfen aristocrat, hooks up with a stranger right before her twin’s graduation from military college. Hours later, the bottom drops out of her world when she’s introduced to Axe, her twin’s new SEAL instructor. Then she discovers he’s a Feral Wolf, the archenemy of her people. Wylfen laws prohibit her from mating with a half-breed. If anyone finds out she’s mated with Axe, exile is the least she has to fear…

About the Author: Award winning author, Jianne Carlo’s motto is simple: Alpha Me Please.
While strong heroines, exotic locations, and cultural differences are her forte, she goes weak in the knees for warriors and alphas. Send her a man with an attitude and she’ll find the right woman to tame him.

Jianne loves hot and spicy food, stomach-plunging park rides, and is kept on her toes by her Viking husband of thirty-five years, and three, handsome grown sons. There’s nothing she likes more than hearing from readers.

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Skunks and Skanks

Skunks and skanks. There isn’t much difference in these nuisance critters. They both show up where they aren’t wanted and generally stir up a stink before someone runs them off. In Heather Rainier’s latest edition to the Divine Creek Ranch series, Brokenhearted Beauty, Leah Woodworth has the misfortune to have a run-in with both of these irritating varmints in the small town of Tuspita, TX. The situation is exacerbated when the local stuffed shirt, Deputy Dicky Bob, tries to assert his authority. It becomes painfully clear, pretty quick, that he has more than a passing acquaintance with the local hoochie-mama, Georgina, who has recklessly plowed into Leah’s car. The fun really begins when a skunk with perfect timing strolls into the picture. Here’s an excerpt:

Wondering what Georgina was getting so worked up about, Leah said, “Do you know each other, Deputy? Is she implying you have some sort of ‘deal’?”

Georgina bared her teeth and pointed her finger. “You don’t tell her nothin’, Dicky Bob!”

Deputy Dicky Bob responded to the situation by hauling off and kicking the tree stump in the vacant lot that neighbored the gas station property. “That’s it, I’m taking both of you damn bitches down to the jail. We’ll sort all this out down there.”

He grabbed for Leah and she pulled away. “If you’re not arresting me, I’m not going anywhere with you or this skank.”

“What the fuck did you just call me?” Georgina screeched as she ran at Leah, claws bared.

The atmosphere was suddenly split by a high-pitched scream and the most horrendous odor Leah had ever experienced up close. Her eyes watered and felt like they were on fire and her stomach rebelled violently as she spun around, searching for the cause.

Deputy Dicky Bob was holding his hands to his face, screaming, like a girl. “It sprayed me!”

The source of the odor became apparent as the skunk raced right between Georgina’s legs and across the parking lot in terror. Georgina shrieked like a fire alarm, “No, it sprayed me!”

“No, it sprayed me!” he hollered and then made a gagging sound.

Not hanging around for a debate about exactly who got sprayed, Leah ran with the rest of the crowd, dodging the poor, frightened skunk. Anyone within ten yards of that critter could consider themselves sprayed.

Her stomach rolled as she stumbled to her car to grab her box of tissues to mop her eyes, but she was suddenly grabbed from behind.

“Oh, no you don’t!” Dicky Bob hollered. His face was red, his eyes were watering and his nose was running. “You’re under arrest for…for…evading arrest, and a bunch of other stuff.”

I have died and gone to Hell.

“I wasn’t evading arrest, you idiot! I was evading a skunk!”

“We’ll just see about that,” he said as he roughly pushed her against her car. Georgina screamed again and then vomited all over her mustard yellow tank top.

“I think that means you won’t be getting your blow job from Georgina after all, Dicky Bob.” Leah turned after he finished putting handcuffs on her and she smiled at him.

The nausea finally won and she lost her lunch on his shirtfront.

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HEATHER RAINIER me-hr-dcr-brokenheartedbeauty-full (2)Brokenhearted and grieving, Leah Woodworth’s heart is filled with regret for never confessing her love to Patterson Elder. His loss haunts her dreams and she can’t set eyes on his brothers, James and Vincent without seeing his face. Having denied her attraction to them until it was too late, how can they possibly still want her?

James and Vincent were sure Leah was the one from the moment they met her. Patterson had always shared that belief, taking every chance to convince her that she was meant to be theirs. With Patterson gone, James and Vincent are deep in their own mourning and at a loss as to why Leah avoids them.

When she is offered an opportunity that may take her permanently out of Divine, they realize time has run out and seize what may be the last chance they have to make her theirs forever.

About the Author:Heather Rainier lives and writes in South Central Texas. Her stories offer up the content of her fantasies, with autobiographical humor, triumph and tragedy mixed in.

Heather’s love of romance fiction began as a teenager when her mom gave her copies of Kathleen Woodiwiss’s “”The Flame and the Flower”” and Bertrice Small’s “”Skye O’Malley””. To this day she’s pretty sure that was her mom’s version of the “”birds and the bees”” talk.

Heather writes the type of novel she loves to read: More erotic and edgy than the mainstream, with plenty of sweet romance mixed in and a happily ever after guaranteed. Heather’s favorite type of hero is the gentle, lovable giant but readers will discover a wide variety of heroes and alphas on the pages of her novels, from nearly perfect to very flawed.

When not happily typing at her keyboard, Heather is usually busy corralling her kids, or loving on her smokin’ hot husband, who thankfully loves to cook.

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Summertime Livin’ by Brenda Whiteside

BrendaWhiteside_picSummertime and the livin’ is…hectic! When you live on a family farm, there’s no time for easy livin’ in the summer. We grow a variety of crops to feed ourselves, and we grow cucumbers to make awesome pickles and relish which are popular at the farmers’ markets.

I’m the jack-of-all-trades and the main killer of weeds on Tortuga Flats Farm. I really hate weeds. Harvesting sometimes falls on my list of chores, especially certain crops no one else cares that much about such as green beans and peas. But once in a while, I’m requested in the cucumber rows. It’s a little disconcerting with all the buzzing, but my son told me if I just ignore the bees, they’ll ignore me. Still…I do my best not to disturb too many of them. Imagine a steady buzzing drone and you’ll have some idea of how many bees there are to ignore. The cucumbers came slowly at the beginning of summer and now they’re manic. Thank you, bees.

The monsoons are lasting longer than normal this year, which means the weeds are thriving. For a weed-hater it’s pure torture to walk around the fields and crops and see so many. But at some point – like now – I have to put my blinders on. There are too many other chores and I could never keep up with them anyway. I only weed around the vegetables that are particularly bothered by weeds (onions, potatoes and a couple of ground vine plants).

One morning this summer, I was treated to a rare weather phenomenon for here – fog. I think we’ve only had a foggy farm one other time in the three years we’ve been here. Fog fascinates me for some unknown reason. The urge to walk into the cloud to see if there’s something waiting pulls at me. A romantic notion because I know the only thing waiting is mud. We’ve had so much rain. Sorry, I took the romance right out of that. And romance is what I’m all about!

perf5.000x8.000.indd Lacy Dahl never questioned her past until the deaths of her adoptive parents and her husband. A husband who wasn’t what he seemed. Her research uncovers secrets about the mother she never knew; secrets that dispute the identity of her father and threaten her life.
Sheriff Chance Meadowlark is still haunted by the murder of his wife and the revenge he unleashed in the name of justice. When he meets Lacy he is determined not to become involved, but their pasts may make that impossible. As they move closer to the truth, saving Lacy may be his only salvation.

Lacy begins to think the present is more important than her past…until Chance’s connection to her mother and a murder spin her deeper into danger and further from love. Will the truth destroy Lacy and Chance or will it be the answer that frees them?

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Brenda spends most of her time writing stories of discovery and love. The rest of her time is spent tending vegetables on the small family farm she shares with her husband, son, daughter-in-law and granddaughter. Together, they’ve embraced an age-old lifestyle that has been mostly lost in the United States – multiple generations living under one roof, who share the workload, follow their individual dreams and reap the benefits of combined talents.

After trying her hand at a couple of genres, she’s settled on romantic suspense. She’s found all good stories involve complicated human relationships. And if you add murder to the mix, the novel makes for good entertainment. She’s also found no matter a person’s age, a new discovery is right around every corner. Whether humorous or serious, straight contemporary or suspense, all her books revolve around those two facts.

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Christmas in July

Christmas in July sounds like a marketers gimmick, but over the years, it has encompassed many different meanings.

The first mention of Christmas in July dates back to the 1892 opera, Werther, which featured a group of young children singing a Christmas song in July.

However, the earliest known observance occurred in July 1933 at North Carolina’s Camp Keystone. Those attending the girl’s summer camp celebrated a traditional style Christmas with a decorated tree, gifts and a visit from Santa.

The 1940 comedy, Christmas in July, centers on Jimmy MacDonald, who after winning first prize in a slogan contest, spends his newfound wealth on family and friends. The underlining message of the movie was to give year round regardless of the season.

In 1944 and 1945 the U.S. Post office, U.S. Army and Navy along with the greeting card industries threw a Christmas-in-July luncheon to encourage an early start on mailing Christmas presents to service men and women overseas during WWII.

By the next decade, retailers jumped in on the promotional bandwagon using the Christmas in July theme to promote summer sales.

My favorite Christmas in July tale comes courtesy of a dear friend who lives in Southern California, but whose family lives in Canada. During the month of December weather in her Canadian hometown is usually under a couple of feet of snow, making travel precarious. One year, her sister decided to host a Christmas-in-July celebration.

The front yard was festively decorated with a giant snow globe, Christmas lights, and yes, even Santa and his reindeer made an appearance. The families travelled from near and far to share favorite childhood traditions, exchange gifts, and eat to their heart’s content.

So this July, remember those important in your life. Celebrate and rejoice with family and friends and share in the joy of the season. Merry Christmas in July!


Miss Eva Kenward does not want to spend another Christmas alone. Leaving Queen Victoria’s England, she journeys to America in search of an uncle but finds herself on the rugged frontier of Montana. And with no money and no acquaintances, the rudest man she has ever met is the one she must engage. Especially considering the precious bundle in her arms.

“Hunt” Strauss has been fooled before by beauty. So when the ravishing young woman arrives on his doorstep, he suspects her of ulterior motives. But perhaps the baby she holds truly is his kin…and when Miss Kenward finds herself stranded after a hotel fire, he reluctantly agrees to help. Bringing her to his sprawling ranch, Hunt tries to keep his distance. But the enticing woman and her enthusiasm for the season soon prove that fairy tale love stories—and holiday wishes—really can come true.

About the Author: Alanna Lucas grew up in Southern California. From an early age, she took an interest in travel, incorporating those experiences into her writing. When she is not daydreaming of her next travel destination, Alanna can be found researching, spending time with family, or going for long walks. Alanna Lucas is a member of the Romance Writers of America, East Valley Authors, The Beau Monde, and Celtic Hearts Romance Writers.

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Summer Time in the Big Easy
Shawn Bailey

People often ask me what it was like growing up in New Orleans. And I always answer the same way, great. Summers were especially wonderful because that’s when my mother packed up my clothes and sent me to visit my aunt for three months. I never understood why she did this until I was grown and had children of my own. Apparently it wasn’t easy being a parent, having to work full-time and trying to find a baby-sitter who would take on three kids at the same time. I am three years younger than my sister and four years older than my brother and we had absolutely nothing in common except our mother. While my sister and I went to my father’s sister, our brother went to spend time in Mississippi with my mother’s oldest sister. (My mother tried to send me to Mississippi one summer when I was about twelve. I took one look at the outhouse and a snake and cried until she brought me back to New Orleans. I don’t know what she expected, but I never was and am still not an outdoor person.)

My aunt’s granddaughter would come down from Saint Louis and stay the summer too. She was just a year older than me so she and I hung out together a lot. But to make a long story short my aunt would always take us to places during the summer like to Ponchartrain Beach where we paid one price and road rides and played arcade games. I really like going on a street car rides to Audubon Park and visiting the zoo.

Her grown daughter used to help out too, taking us to the drive-in theatre in her little yellow Volkswagen Beetle. And every summer we’d visit the cemetery where my grandparents were buried and clean off the graves and bring new artificial flowers. The thing I remember most about that adventure were the huge black grasshoppers and open graves, and my aunt telling us not to step on the mounds. She didn’t have to worry about that because I was afraid a hand would reach out, grab my ankle and pull me into the dirt. (Yes, I have an overactive imagination even back then.)

So you want to come to New Orleans for the summer. The first thing you must know is that it’s hot and humid. That means you’ll never have a decent hairstyle unless you wear a wig. Use sun block and wear sunglasses. No matter what you think your skin will burn down here. If you have respiratory problems stay inside during the day and enjoy the city in the evening when the sun starts to go down. Hydrate. Drink plenty of water. No matter what they tell you beer, Hurricanes and Tornadoes are not the same thing.

Bring an umbrella. It rains almost every day here in the summer time, and it can change in the matter of minutes. Once it gets too hot the rain appears, and then it stops and the heat returns. There is no happy medium. I just got soaking wet walking from the bus to my house. I had an umbrella. It wasn’t nice.

We have big mosquitoes. The black ones are the worst. They are out twenty-four seven. You can’t outsmart them or outrun them. Wear repellant.

Bring your walking and your dancing shoes. New Orleans is rich with history. Enjoy the walking tours through the French Quarter and to the cemeteries. There are clubs and bars. Never travel alone. As in any major city there is also crime. We have museums. Hop on the Saint Charles Streetcar and visit the zoo and the university area. Go to the aquarium, visit the insect music and gamble at the casino. Ride the ferry to the west bank and see even more of the city. Whatever you do, dress casually and comfortably.

Bring an appetite. There is food, food and more food down here. Don’t be afraid to try the gumbo, the red beans and rice or the jambalaya. Bring antacids, you’re sure to overeat.

And last but not least, have fun. There’s something for everyone.

Have a safe summer
Shawn Bailey

Shawn Bailey med_DreamBoy (2)Being gay and in love with the most sought-after college quarterback did nothing for Hiro Aoki’s heart except make it break every time he saw Christian Hill parading around town with pretty girls on his arm. Christian also dated debutantes and got invited to the most popular parties, while Hiro and his friends stayed home on weekends studying and trying to improve their GPA. What good did it do Hiro to be smart when the love of his life didn’t return his feelings?

But to Hiro’s surprise, when he agrees to tutor Christian in math, he realizes the football star may be harboring a secret longing for him also. Can the two young men actually become lovers and keep their growing relationship a secret from their families, the rest of the students, and the bullies on the football team?

About the Author: Shawn Bailey writes from New Orleans, Louisiana. Shawn is an avid manga and yaoi novel collector and watches a lot of Japanese anime. When she’s not writing Shawn works as a financial analyst and looks forward to one day retiring, going to writing conferences and traveling to Asia. Of course she will have to get over her fear of flying. She is currently working on several new gay romance manuscripts which she hopes to get published in the near future. Shawn currently writes for Amber Quill Press, Siren-Bookstrand, Phaze Books, Dark Hollows Press and Fireborn Publishing.

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Summer is my favorite season. I love seeing the trees with leaves again (even if it kills my allergies). I love having the windows wide open (even if bugs think I’m inviting them in). I love wearing my flip flops every day (heck, I’ll wear them until my toes start to get frostbite).

But one of my favoritest things about this time of year is the food. Strawberries are in stores year-round, but the local ones available only in the summer months are a special kind of heavenly. There’s also corn on the cob, and potato salad, and ice-cold watermelon.

And let’s not forget the Official Sandwich of Summer: the BLT.

I love pretty much anything with bacon on it, but when you add lush juicy RED tomatoes that actually taste like tomatoes, together with heaping amounts of mayo — (Did I just swoon? I did, didn’t I? Please tell me I didn’t drop my sandwich.)

Everything tastes better when you eat it outdoors (except Brussels sprouts — they never taste good). There’s something about fresh air and food cooked over an open flame that awakens the taste buds, and they can’t seem to get enough of grilled steak. Burgers. S’mores, and more s’mores. I can even forget what goes into a hot dog when it’s sizzling to charred perfection on the grill.

Ahh, summer food. What could possibly be better?

Well, how about a summer fling with a hunky chef next door to the place where you’re dogsitting? Yeah, that hellhound puppy is chewing up your favorite pair of shoes, but thanks to him, the next two weeks of your summer is going to be filled with lots of great food and fun. And maybe summer is just the first of many seasons the three of you will spend together. . .  Summer Lovin’ is available as a FREE download at your favorite bookselling site. I’ve talked about food, but what about summer beverages? Tell me what your fave summer drink is, and one lucky commenter will win a $5 gift card (choice of Amazon or BN).


summer_lovin_lg_600x900Everyone should have at least one wild fling on their resumé.

Mia volunteers to dogsit for two weeks, giving her a chance to figure out the next step in her life, and career. She discovers it’s not easy chasing after a puppy with a shoe fetish, but there’s a reward for all her troubles: the hunky guy next door.

Luke is a workaholic forced to take two weeks’ vacation, and at first he’s sure the downtime might kill him. But then he gets to know his temporary neighbor. She’s sexy and fun, and all of a sudden, two weeks isn’t nearly enough time.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: I have worked as an attorney, winery tasting room manager, and retail business owner, but nothing beats the thrill of writing humorously-ever-after romances.

I reside in New England, although I fantasize about spending the rest of my days in a tropical locale, wearing flip flops year-round, or in Regency London, scandalizing the ton.

I can usually be found on Twitter talking about writing and coffee, and on Facebook, talking about coffee and writing.

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I graduated from Texas A&M in the spring of 1977 with a Business degree. Except for finally having a college degree and feeling competent and skilled, I could have cared less. I didn’t go on even one interview for a job. Instead I bought an old panel truck to live in and headed out to Gallup, New Mexico looking for something different. Gallup was different.

larry monumentvalley (2)Gallup was called the Indian capital of America. There was a huge Navajo reservation nearby and a large proportion of the population of the Gallup area was Navajo. The West appealed to me anyway. But this was desert. Exotic somehow, but desert. And poor. Meaning challenge. I needed challenge.

The corporate world had its challenges, but I had been there done that. I grew up on a cotton farm down in the lower tip of Texas, by South Padre Island and Mexico. It was the poorest area in the country per capita. It was home. Houston was not home.

Houston is where I worked after I got home from the Marines trying to go to Vietnam. I was already disgruntled how the world, including my generation in America, treated people like me. I wasn’t just a hick from the rural South, I was a baby killer too. My generation was burning the flag over what I considered a good cause. Stopping Communist aggression in Southeast Asia.

But stage two of my life in all these changes going on around me was living in Houston in the high tech world. I hated it. I felt caged. I hated my desk job and I still hated the mindset of my generation. Drug sex and rock and roll. Houston was growing and booming. One big party. I hated the party mindset.

This panel truck and Gallup sounded like the best idea I ever had by that summer in 1977. I got a job as a construction laborer for minimum wage. I was building fences and digging ditches with Navajo and illegal aliens from Mexico. I spent a lot of my life growing up working with illegals on our cotton farm and I was part Cherokee. So. A perfect fit somehow. Not really. But it let me breathe and think and dry out my soul. I was looking to find my head, as hippies would have said in the Sixties. Sounded good to me in the Seventies even though I didn’t like hippies.

My best friend ended up being an ex-Bullfighter from Durango. He was so competent and charismatic and just wanted to find a way to feed his family. I knew such stories from my friends on our farm growing up, but Jose was special and we bonded. Chemistry.

I also met an Hispanic girl. Even more chemistry. She was a divorcee and also looking for something in her life. It almost looked like fate, two ships passing in the night sort of thing, the way we needed each other. The way we needed something inside and looked for such together.

So, all these years later I wrote a story about it. I called it The Kerr Construction Company. It got picked up by The Wild Rose Press. I hope you find what I found by reading it.

perf5.000x8.000.inddDalhart McIlhenny is restless after finishing college. With old school values from his rural upbringing in Texas and a chip on his shoulder from being a Marine during the Age of Aquarius, he sets off on a quest. He wants something different in his life. Something others of his generation wouldn’t understand.

The Indian Capital of America. That’s what they call Gallup, New Mexico, and that’s where he’ll search for whatever it is he wants. But first he must find a job. One no one else wants. One as a laborer for minimum wage for the Kerr Construction Company, working with the local Navajo and with illegal aliens. Far away from the fast cars and parties he doesn’t care about like others do. He becomes best friends with an ex-bullfighter from Durango and finds allure in just trying to survive in a world that doesn’t care. Then he meets Carmen.

About the Author: A native of Harlingen, Texas, Larry Lee Farmer grew up on a cotton farm. He attended Texas A&M but dropped out to enlist in the United States Marine Corps, where he attained the rank of sergeant before being honorably discharged after three years. He worked as a computer programmer in Houston and as a civil servant for a US Air Force Base in Frankfurt, Germany, and traveled and worked in Europe for two years, which included flying to Israel in October 1973 to aid the Jewish State in the Yom Kippur War. He was also in Greece in the summer of 1974, when the war between Greece and Turkey erupted over Cyprus, and he was stuck on the Greek island of Ios for part of that war until he managed to catch a boat to Athens just in time to watch the Greek military dictatorship fold.

Back at Texas A&M, he finished his Bachelor’s degree in Business Management and then returned to
Europe and also Israel, where he lived for almost a year. Later he taught English and was a model in Taiwan, after which, while still in the Far East, he acted as a stand in and stuntman in the Hollywood movie Inchon, starring Sir Laurence Olivier. He then returned home to get a master’s degree in agricultural economics at Texas A&M. With that in hand, he joined the US Peace Corps and served for three years in the Philippines. He also worked for several years as a computer programmer for the Swiss government. While in Switzerland, Larry was a country singer as well as a coach for the national
championship American football team Bern Grizzlies. Since then he has been working in the IT department of Texas A&M. He has three children.

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Love Summertime

Of course, here in Texas it gets hotter than Hades and we consume gallons of sweet tea and ice water. But everything is so lush and rich. My crepe myrtles are bursting with color, the herd of white tail deer that lives where we are has produced some of the cutest new fawns and I can sit on my back porch until well after eight o’clock.

desiree cowboy texas summer (2)Of course, there’s another bonus to summer in Texas, especially when you live in the Hill Country where I do, surrounded by ranches. Cowboys work just as hard in the hot months, but under the broiling sun, if you’re lucky, some of them will rip off their shirts and you get to drool over those hard, sweaty muscles! I mean, is there a better place to ogle tough alpha males than on a ranch?

I also love summer because it reminds me of some of he most romantic moments in my life—walking along the beach with my late husband, letting the waters of the Gulf of Mexico wash over our bare feet. Or sitting on a dune beneath clear moonlight, drinking more of that sweet tea and counting the stars.

Summer is a time for barbecues, and of course Texas is a leader there, too. Smoked brisket, juicy ribs, corn roasted on the grill…mmm, mmm, mmm. All washed down with ice cold beer.

In my neck of the woods it’s also a good time to hang out late in the day at Luckenbach, right down the road from me, where Waylon Jennings and Willie Nelson sang in those long ago years. Now on any afternoon you can sip a Lone Star beer and listen to that day’s performers in the Pickers Circle. Kick back and let the music just wash over you.

Summer is a time for love, for happy memories, for renewal of life and love. Is it any wonder that I love it so much?

perf5.000x8.000.inddFletcher “Mustang” Call is a dedicated SEAL and a committed Dom. The one thing he isn’t is relationship material. A tragedy in his past killed his desire for more than a good time on leave and a little D/s play. Until April Coe walked into his life, a woman unlike any he’s known. Problem is, she’s as vanilla as they come.

April was warned about Mustang, a man as wild and free as his call sign, so she doesn’t expect him to stick around for long. That’s okay, she’ll enjoy the great sex while she can. At least, she thought it was great. When she senses her sexy bronco is holding back, she has to decide whether to ride the mustang a little harder or set him free.

About the Author:Known the world over as the oldest living author of erotic romance, and referred to by USA Today as the Nora Roberts of erotic romance, Desiree Holt is three times a finalist for an EPIC E-Book Award (and a winner in 2014), a nominee for a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice Award, winner of the first 5 Heart Sweetheart of the Year Award at The Romance Studio as well as twice a CAPA Award winner for best BDSM book of the year, and winner of the Holt Medallion for Excellence in Romance Literature. She has been featured on CBS Sunday Morning and in The Village Voice, The Daily Beast, USA Today, The (London) Daily Mail, The New Delhi Times and numerous other national and international publications.

“Desiree Holt is the most amazing erotica author of our time and each story is more fulfilling then the last.” (Romance Junkies)

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Hi, all! Ummm…my name is Vander and I’m filling in for mom for this blog post. She was supposed to write about how she spent her summer vacation but she’s busy with promotion for her latest release from The Wild Rose Press and trying to get my two daughters trained to walk on a lead. Good luck with those two, Mom. They’re way too much like their mother. Never met a more a hard-headed bitch than Dixie. (And, I’m not calling her a bad name. In my world, dogs are male and bitches aren’t.)

Anyway…how did Mom spend her summer vacation? Let’s see, we played dog show until the first weekend of June. I went to those shows but didn’t get to play because I thought it would be a wise move to shed all my coat the weekend before. Mom was so not impressed with my idea to shed. But, I got to cheer for my buddies Driver and Dealie while we were in Biloxi. And on the way home from that trip, we stopped and spent a couple of days at Aunt Jacque’s house in Tennessee.

I LOVE staying with Aunt Jacque. All of us get to get out of the van and run for hours. We like it there so much sometimes Mom stays an extra day just because she can. Aunt Jacque’s got the coolest place in the woods there—lots to see and bark at. There’s a couple of deer who wander through every morning about 4 AM. I’ve seen turkeys, hundreds of squirrels (I hate squirrels because they don’t play fair), birds, and even a pot-bellied pig. And one of my girlfriends lives there. Plus, I get to tease my big brother, Arizona, and my nephew, Wyatt. Wyatt is a jerk, BTW.

Apparently Mom and Aunt Tenna (one of our traveling to dog show buddies) like it so much at Aunt Jacque’s that when some property right next to Aunt Jacque came up for sale, Mom and Aunt Tenna bought it. I wouldn’t mind living in Tennessee. The winters aren’t as cold and snowy there as they are here in Indiana.

Mom spent most of the summer making dog show leads, watching movies (and let me tell you, I AM SICK of Man of Steel and if she names a dog around here “Clark” I’m gonna puke!), and writing her third book. She told me that she’s dedicating it to me—because I make her smile. I don’t know what it is that I do to make her smile, but she does smile a lot when she looks at me. She makes me happy, too. I love to play dog show and get all the cookies she feeds me while we’re playing but we don’t play dog show in the summer because it’s too hot for us (the collies) to have to run around a ring and Mom says she hates really hot, humid weather. (Me, too!)

So, that’s been our summer. I’ve been told that my vacation is almost over and we’ll be back to playing dog show. If you’ll excuse me, I need to go practice my show pose. I’m a bit rusty.


SmolderonaSlowBurnAllison Webster dreams of having an adventure like the characters in the books she loves. But there is no romance in being pursued by a man who wants her dead for educating the children of former slaves. Unlike the heroines she reads about she doesn’t have a trusty companion to rescue her…until she literally runs into A.J. Adams, a former Confederate cavalry officer. Now, she just has to convince A.J. he really is the honorable man and hero depicted in the dime novel she is reading.

Branded a “traitor” for more than ten years, scarred by harsh treatment in an inhumane prisoner of war camp, A.J. Adams wants revenge. Allison Webster’s arrival into his life provides the bait to destroy the men who murdered his wife and daughters and kidnapped his little brother. The men pursuing Allison are the very same men he has sworn to kill. Falling in love and admitting he might actually be a hero means surrendering his need for vengeance. Surrender is not part of A.J.’s battle strategy.


Lynda J. Cox will tell anyone who will listen that she was born at least one hundred and fifty years too late, and most definitely in the wrong part of the country. She holds a master’s degree in English with a concentration in creative writing from Indiana State University after earning her BA from the same university as a non-traditional student. (Think being old enough to be mom to 90% of the students in her freshman cadre.) She’s kept busy with two spoiled rotten house cats, a 30 plus year old Arabian gelding who has been nicknamed “Lazarus” for his ability in the later years of his life to escape death, and quite a few champion collies. When she isn’t writing, she can be found on the road, travelling to the next dog show. She loves to chat about books, the writing life, and the insanity which is called a “dog show”.

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Summer brings the sentimental memory of reading under a tree or at the foot of a bed before an open window to mind. It seems in early childhood that despite the preponderance of teaming with neighborhood friends for a lively game of tag, swimming, or firefly-chasing, there was always the compulsion to find that quiet place with a cherished book in hand. In very early childhood, I remember “The Ghost in the Swing” which transported me to the adventures of a 4th grade girl, my age, who went to her mother’s ancestral home for summer vacation and encountered the apparition of her aunt who died in the house at her age. Far from terror, it was a tale of a mischievious ghost caught forever a child. I firmly believe that book with its supernatural element leaned me toward the fantastical in my own writings. I passed the tattered book on to my younger sister and she read it more times than I and, in fact, still has it!

In a later summers, I begged to stay up to watch the film “Burnt Offerings” with Bette Davis and Karen Black. The house used, Dunsmuir House and Gardens, and the musical score by Robert Cobert entranced me. Based on a decidedly adult book by author Robert Marasco, I assured the librarian that my parents would approve. Indeed, it became a bastion of summer memories as I sat on the porch swing with it, firmly fascinated, and scolded friends and my sister for urging me to play. I admit that much of the adult dialogue was beyond me but the sinister house and the ambiance of mystery and obsession remains locked deep inside me. I could absolutely see, feel, and smell those corridors and the lush lawns which slowly came to life as the family succumbed to its will of rejuvenation.

In high school in the 80s, “The Shining” had already been published for well over a decade and even made into the infamous film with Jack Nicholson. I was a teenager so the dialogue was not beyond me but even though the story thrilled me, it was not as exciting and memory-inducing as my earlier forays into the supernatural, perhaps because the sense of trespassing into the world of the supernatural seemed manipulative by the author. (No offense, Mr. King!) “The Ghost in the Swing” and “Burnt Offerings” will always be the quintessential books of summer for me. So when I wrote my own supernatural-themed novel, “The Travelers”, it took place in the summer. A dark, gloomy setting seems a necessary atmosphere for most ghostly tales but for me, the bright, fresh, seemingly “normal” setting of summer sunshine can be a catalyst for a superior foray into the supernatural.

keith Travelers-EBOOK (2)“The most intense journeys are never geographical.”

In 1947, the luxury liner QUEEN MARY transmits a message which is intercepted by an extraterrestrial intelligence. This errant radio signal serves as a beacon for a North Atlantic encounter between James and Jess Bennett, a GI and his British war bride, and an otherworldly, desperate mother and her two small children. The Bennetts left Southampton with only each other but arrive in New York as a family. In the present day, Guy Turner, a black, melancholy film maker, finds himself at the center of a supernatural mystery after a haunting prelude with the now elderly mother in a corridor aboard the retired liner in Long Beach, California.

Standing at the edge of eternity, the old woman and the Bennetts have the complex task of setting certain aspects of the past in order as the doors to their lives are closing. Guy is thrust into an unwanted and unexpected voyage of self as he is solely enjoined to bring the three together one last time. “”The Travelers”” is a journey to the limits of despair, grief, anxiety, and joy that are common to every human experience of suffering and growth.

About the Author: Keith Wayne McCoy majored in English with an Emphasis in Creative Writing at the University of Southern Indiana. “The Travelers” was a quarter-finalist in the 2012 Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award. In addition to writing, Mr. McCoy is a world-class collector of furniture and memorabilia from the 1930s luxury liner QUEEN MARY. He lives in southern Illinois.


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