The Exiled Jeweler by Susie Warren- Exclusive Excerpt and Giveaway

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Emilia Berceto’s beauty captures the attention of a well-known Italian billionaire, Alex Armanti, when she attends a gala at his mansion in Los Angeles. Images secretly captured of her partially nude are released to the tabloids and her overly protective family sends her far away.

Four years later, Emilia continues to live a secluded life designing custom jewelry for the wealthy. Her family needs her to return home to California when their jewelry empire is near bankruptcy. When she returns, she must face the man who caused her downfall and is threatening to reveal her secret if she is to save her family’s jewelry empire.

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Emilia’s body trembled. “How dare you say that to me? The images were captured by someone you knew, whether it was a security person or hired photographer, it doesn’t matter. You wanted my reputation to be tarnished so you could step in and take Berceto Designs.”

She watched in fascination as he stepped toward her. “Emilia, that is insane and paranoid. I had no idea that there was a security camera capturing images of us. What happened that night between us got out of hand and we had the misfortune of having it caught on film.”

“I don’t believe in coincidences. You seduced me in the garden and the camera had a clear shot of me and not you. You turned me toward the camera after removing the top of my dress.” She remembered how hot she had been for him. She would have allowed him to do anything he wanted.

Alex stood facing her. “Emilia that is not how it happened. The party was winding down and I was attracted like mad to you. A few kisses went too far. I didn’t mean for any of it to happen. I should have taken you inside, but I wasn’t thinking straight.”

He ran a hand through his hair. He was standing close to her and she could feel her body begin to heat in response to his nearness. Why did he have such an effect on her?

Emilia didn’t swallow her outrage as she typically would do. Alex was responsible for her humiliation in the media. He knew he had a security team in place and shouldn’t have undressed her, giving them the opportunity to capture it on film. Unless this was his intention all along.

She let all of her outrage flow into her words. “I blame you for what happened. You should have protected me.”

She looked up and met his anguished gaze.

“I agree. I’m sorry it happened.” His words soothed her hurt pride. She still found it difficult to fathom that nude pictures of her were released in the media. She was the most prudish person she knew. She never undressed in public. Even after athletic events, she never showered in the communal area, always waiting for a private shower. She needed to be careful and not allow herself to be taken advantage of again.

“I had absolutely no idea the images had been captured on a security camera. I should have known better. But when they were sold to the tabloids, you refused every call or visit and then left without a word.”

“There was nothing to say.” Emilia remembered her parents’ outrage and humiliation that their only daughter, barely twenty-two, would be photographed in the nude with an unknown man at a gala.

About the Author:

Susie Warren writes contemporary romance. Besides being an avid reader, she spends much of her free time crafting intense and complex stories about falling in love. When she is not writing, Susie works as an administrator in a small, independent school while caring for three teenagers and keeping tabs on her inventor husband. With the launching of her first book, The Forgotten Heiress, she has slowly begun to navigate the social media realm.

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The Rosa Legacy Series

The first novel in The Rosa Legacy series, Ruthless Perfection, started with the idea of a traditional Italian mother who wanted her only daughter happily married. The mother, Carla Rosa Neri, along with her two sisters, Francesca and Marie, had emigrated from Italy as young girls and each went off to create a dynamic and successful family.

Each of the sisters had an only daughter and they made sure the girls spent time together. They attended the same boarding school in the northeast and visited each other’s homes in the summer.

Ruthless Perfection

Carla Rosa married into the Neri family with a long history in the Carrara marble industry. Her daughter, Isabel Neri, being a filmmaker and wanting to honor her grandfather’s legacy, approaches a reclusive billionaire, Marc Santoro, to ask permission to produce a documentary about the life of a quarry worker. Ruthless Perfection is the story of how they fall in love.

The Exiled Jeweler

Francesca Rosa married into the Berceto family with a long history in the jewelry making business. The Second novel in The Rosa Legacy series, The Exiled Jeweler, is about her daughter, Emelia, who went into seclusion after a scandal tore the family apart. Emelia is a talented jewelry designer who lived a sheltered life and was drawn into a passionate encounter with her family’s rival, Alexander Armati at a gala. Outside in the garden, photographs were taken on them and sold to the tabloid press. Her family was shocked and embarrassed and sent Emelia off to Florida. Four years later, she returns when her grandfather has a heart attack and her parents are deciding to sell the family business.

The Convenient Wedding

Marie Rosa married into the prominent Montgomery family, with a successful background in politics. Her only daughter, Lucia, is fascinated by politics and becomes a campaign aide. The opportunity to work on a senate campaign in Connecticut draws her into the middle of a scandal. Anderson Adams is a dark horse in the senate race yet convinces Lucia to play along with a strategy to save his campaign. The third novel in The Rosa Legacy series, The Convenient Wedding, is the story about how they reconcile their public image with their private life. The Convenient Wedding will be available in February 2015.

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Where Do Ideas Come from by Cara Covington – Guest Blog and Giveaway

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Where do your ideas come from?
The one question I’m always asked—by family, friends, and people who I’ve never met but who know I’m a writer is: where do your ideas come from? One good friend, on realizing that I’ve recently published my 40th book, has told me that she cannot even imagine how I could come up with so many ideas.

The answer to the question is both simple, and complex. I truly believe that if one is a writer, then the ideas come from the different way that we, as writers, look at the world.

What’s so different about it, you may ask.

I’m not sure I have the definitive answer to that, but I’ll try.

To begin with, those of us who write are blessed—or maybe cursed—with minds that work in a very convoluted way. A non writer would sit down at a table in a mall food court, for example and look around at the thirty or so people in plain sight. They might think, it’s not too busy today; or that it’s very busy today. But beyond that, they don’t focus on the individual people. They think about what they’ve done, what they have yet to do, what they’re going to have for lunch. Maybe, there’s an issue at home that needs to be resolved, and they think about that.

The writer, on the other hand, will sit down at that same table in that same mall, and look at the same thirty or so people. And then it’s: hmm. That guy over there with the trench coat. He kind of looks like a 60s era spy. I wonder what his story is? Yes, look, he’s scanning the whole court while he’s reading his paper….or more likely, pretending to read his paper! Who is he waiting for? Oh! Maybe that blonde who just came into the food court. She looks around, a little nervous, as if she’s looking for someone and…yes! Look, she’s sitting down at a table two away from the spy. He’s the only one here who’s dressed in a trench coat! That was the “sign” they told her to look for. She’s scanning too, but yeah, she really noticed him. She looks very nervous. Is she about to do something illegal? Is someone after her? Maybe he’s there to rescue her. Maybe she’s a spy too, and he’s come to bring her out of the cold….
likely been completely superseded by the above plot in said writer’s mind.

Writers are by nature neurotic. Anyone who willingly opens a blank word document and stares at it until their mind begins to fill the page with stuff, has to be neurotic. They have to be able to suspend their own disbelief completely so that they can then create and describe a whole new world. They have to be able to discern nuances and challenges, and themes and then figure out how to show those themes, as well as the method by which the characters resolve their challenges.

Writing is not for the faint of heart. Writing erotic romance is absolutely not for the faint of heart or imagination. Our business is fiction—I’d even go so far as to say fantasy. We write stories so that you, the reader, can have a safe and happy place to visit whilst taking a break from all that makes up your busy, vital life.

For that reason, writing is the best job in the whole world.

4_6 Cover_LoveUnderTwoOutcastsCharlotta Carmichael is mostly not ashamed of the way she paid for her college degree. Mostly. As an exotic dancer at a gentlemen’s club, she earned enough to get her degree in psychology.

But sometimes the scorn she’s suffered in the past comes back to haunt her. She fears a similar reaction from Jesse and Barry Benedict. Will they still think she’s good enough for them if she tells them the truth?

Jesse and Barry know all about past mistakes and regret. Feeling like outcasts, they left their Montana home and headed to Lusty, hoping to make a new start. Once they understand that Charlotta is their soul mate, they confess their sins of the past—because they want their relationship to have a solid foundation.

As Jesse and Barry rush to save Charlotta from a stalker, they all soon learn that moving on is easier said than done—and requires a bigger leap of faith than they’d ever imagined.

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The sound of high heels on the marble floor echoed in the reception area. Jesse realized belatedly the feminine footsteps were coming their way.

“Gentlemen, I apologize for keeping you waiting.”

Jesse knew the voice from the two telephone conversations he’d had with the doctor. He looked up—and had the surreal sensation that in that instant, with that simple tilt of his head, his entire life had just changed. One quick glance over at Barry, and he knew his twin was experiencing his own personal epiphany.

Jesse got to his feet, his gaze taking in her piled high blonde hair, soft grey eyes, and the way her beige silk blouse and trim brown skirt displayed her made-for-sin body.

He met her gaze, pleased when he read in hers that he and his brother weren’t the only ones to get gob smacked with a flood of pheromones.

She’d extended her hand and Jesse wasted no time in clasping it in his. The zing of electricity shot straight to his groin, and it took supreme will to keep his wood from tenting his jeans.

“I’m Jesse. And you have no need to apologize, ma’am. We’re here at your service.” He saw the double entendre hit its mark and liked the humor he read in her eyes.

And then he appreciated her ability to give as well as she got, when she said, “Well in that case, please follow me to someplace a little more private.”

About the Author: 4_6 AuthorPic_Love Under Two OutcastsMorgan Ashbury, also writing as Cara Covington, has been a writer since she was first able to pick up a pen. In the beginning it was a hobby, a way to create a world of her own, and who could resist the allure of that? Then as she grew and matured, life got in the way, as life often does. She got married and had three children, and worked in the field of accounting, for that was the practical thing to do and the children did need to be fed. And all the time she was being practical, she would squirrel herself away on quiet Sunday afternoons, and write.

Most children are raised knowing the Ten Commandments and the Golden Rule. Morgan’s children also learned the Paper Rule: thou shalt not throw out any paper that has thy mother’s words upon it.

Believing in tradition, Morgan ensured that her children’s children learned this rule, too.

Life threw Morgan a curve when, in 2002, she underwent emergency triple bypass surgery. Second chances are to be cherished, and with the encouragement and support of her husband, Morgan decided to use hers to do what she’d always dreamed of doing—writing full time.

Morgan has always loved writing romance. It is the one genre that can incorporate every other genre within its pulsating heart. Romance showcases all that humankind can aspire to be. And, she admits, she’s a sucker for a happy ending.

Morgan’s favorite hobbies are reading, cooking, and traveling—though she would rather you didn’t mention that last one to her husband. She has too much fun teasing him about having become a “Traveling Fool” of late.

Morgan lives in Southwestern Ontario, Canada, with a mysterious cat, an eight pound Morkie dog who thinks he’s a German shepherd, and her husband of forty-two years, David.

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How to Handle Negative Criticism by Tamara Hoffa – Guest Blog and Giveaway

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How to Handle Negative Criticism

We’ve all heard the adage “Any publicity is good publicity” right? But to us writers our books are like our children and when you say my baby is ugly… well I want to smack you in the face. However, as a professional I can’t do that.
How do I handle negative criticism? I ignore it. That’s not to say I don’t read it. I do. I read ever review and comment I find about my work, and if it’s true criticism I am happy to listen and think about it when I write my next book. Unfortunately, a lot of the time what we writers find in negative reviews isn’t constructive criticism, but author bashing, personal attacks or people being just plain mean.

That can be really hard to handle. Sometimes you want to lash out and answer back, but I NEVER do that. To do so would only make me look bad. Opinions are like fannies, everyone has one and they can set them on whatever chair they want.

I look at it this way, having a few “bad” reviews lets people know that reviews on my book are honest and keep me honest. Some people like chocolate and some people like vanilla. You can’t please all the people all the time. (Is that enough clichés for you?)

I will say, some negative reviews can be very creative. A friend of mine recently had a terrible review, with video inserts and all. She was devastated! The review however garnered a lot of attention and she ended up selling a lot of books because of it. I guess people wanted to read the book to see if the reviewer was right and the book really was “that bad.” Who knows how some people think?

I will say, the only negative reviews that really frost my a$$ are the ones that come out on Goodreads before my book releases. I can’t understand how someone can rate a book a 1 that they haven’t read? Really? At least give me chance before you tell me I suck! Lol.

So, as an author I love to get reviews! Each one is like a present to me, and I do want your honest opinion, but please criticize my book, and my writing, not me as a person. Thanks!

Thanks for spotting by today! Happy Reading!

Twenty-five and never been kissed, Jenna Raynes is a beautiful woman with a rubenesque figure often overlooked by men. In the mood for a little honey, the sassy new schoolteacher is stopped in her tracks by one growled word from an alpha bear…“Mine.”

Bern Helms’ inner bear catches the scent of his destined mate. His animal’s desire is drawn to her curves, but Jenna is human, and not lured to him by instinct. Convincing her begins as a sizzling, sweet affair that is soon spoiled by danger. In their small backwater town, nerves are strung taut. Someone is abducting shifter children.

When confronted, Jenna is as protective of her students as a mamma bear. For Bern, all bets are off when the kidnappers take Jenna too. Nothing will keep a bear from his mate. The hunters will become the hunted…

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“I’ve never had a boyfriend before.”

“I think perhaps then all the men you have met before have been blind and stupid, but I am glad they were because it saves me from having to hunt them down and kill them.” Bern growled.

Jenna stopped dead in her tracks and gazed up at him in stunned silence. He was serious. Bern shrugged his shoulders and planted a kiss on the end of her nose. “I cannot help it. I am a jealous man.”

They continued walking in companionable silence and reached Jenna’s house in a few minutes. She unlocked the front door and Bern held her back from entering. “Let me check the house first please.”

He left her standing on the front porch while he took the bags into the house. She saw the lights flip on methodically throughout the rooms and then Bern returned to the porch. “All clear,” he said and pulled her into the house. He attempted to pin her against the wall and kiss her senseless, but Jenna put her hands on his chest and pushed. It was like pushing against a brick wall!

“Oh no you don’t, Mr. Bear. This honeycomb is closed until I get some answers. Get your furry butt to the kitchen and you can talk while I make dinner. I want to know what the hell is going on around here.”

Bern had the good grace to look sheepish. “Yes, ma’am,” he said and strode toward the kitchen, leaving Jenna to follow that delectable and at the moment, not in the least bit furry backside. Oh yum.

Jenna pointed to a kitchen chair. “Sit. Talk.”

About the Author:

Tamara Hoffa lives in central Tennessee, with her husband of 30 years, her parents, 2 dogs and 2 cats. She started reading at four years old and has rarely been seen without a book since. At home you will usually find her in “nana’s chair” with her kindle, her laptop or one of her precious, precocious grandsons in her lap. Tamara is an author, an editor, and reviews/promotions coordinator for Secret Cravings Publishing. Tamara is proof positive that it’s never too late to reach for your dreams.

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The Zen Lounge by A.C. Melody – Guest Blog and Giveaway

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5 Tips for Researching That I Always Use

1. Cross-Reference

I never trust the first result to pop up online when I’m researching something. If I can find the same answer on multiple sites, than I’ll use it. If I can’t, than I sick my sister after it, because she can find anything online! I’ve run into the problem of having the wrong result too many times to trust researching any other way, especially with foreign words, but I’ll cover that part in a little bit.

2. Do the Research Yourself

I know… it’s tedious, it’s time-consuming, you want to poke your eye out with a pencil, but it really is imperative. Not only are you getting every detail another might miss, but as an added bonus, researching can become your treasured muse – or, your security plan. Every time I research, I either find more about my subject that helps expand my storyline, giving me ideas I never would have thought of myself – or, has saved me from using the wrong subject by discovering it was not at all what I thought it was.

3. Dig Deeper

Okay, if you’re anything like me, you were raised speaking one language: improper English. So, when it comes to incorporating foreign words or names into our books, we don’t always think about things like masculine and feminine rules. We just expect there to be one word exchanged for our English word and that’s typically not the case. Here’s an example of one everyone might be familiar with:

“My Dear” translated into French is Mon Cher (masculine) or Ma Chère (feminine). It is not Mon Cher vs. Ma Chérie, because the latter is actually the feminine translation of “My Darling.” Mon Chéri would be the proper usage for that masculine variation.

Names can also be tricky, depending on which foreign heritage your character has. If your main protagonist is the son of a Russian immigrant and named Aleksandr, you might want to consider that culturally, his family is going to call him Sasha, instead. Yet, he will never be addressed as Sasha by a stranger, that would actually be off-putting.

A neat little feature that Wikipedia has on some of their foreign words is a table that shows the differences between genitive, nominative, plural, singular, etc. This is very handy, if you’re thinking about using foreign nouns as a thing, rather than a person. For example:

Wolf, translated into Old Norse is úlfr (singular): “That úlfr/wolf/ is hungry.” úlfar (plural): “Those úlfar/wolves/ over there.” úlfrinn (nominative singular): “They are úlfrinn/of the wolf species/.” úlfarnir (nominative plural): “The úlfarnir/wolf species as a whole/ have gone extinct.”

This is very important to know if you’re planning on using your foreign word in different contexts throughout your story.

4. Everything Goes

Research everything you’re not 100% sure of. Research everything you think you made up, too, because it probably already exists and could possibly be copyrighted or trademarked. Here’s the cool thing, though. It used to be that the number one rule was “write what you know,” but that was before the world wide web. I spent an entire day walking around Downtown Minneapolis, yet I’ve never been to Minnesota. Thanks to Google Earth, I can describe everything I saw in explicit detail. Right now, you have every shred of information you could ever need at your fingertips. All you have to do is find it, and then you will be writing what you know.

5. Take Advantage

Wikipedia has another feature that I absolutely love. At the bottom of their pages are lists of their resources, as well as any time that subject has ever been used in literature, movies, etc. So, let’s say you want one of your characters to be a fallen angel that was actually mentioned in biblical scripture, but not necessarily one of the angels that people have already over-used. That little list on Wikipedia will show you every reference of when, where and how often your angel’s name has ever been mentioned, with a link you can follow to get even more information.

In short (Ha! Just kidding), readers might not know why your story is so great or even think about how many hours you put into researching, but they do notice when it’s missing. They do appreciate the fullness, the depth and believe it or not, the learning they get by reading a well-researched book. Or, I’m really just a nerd. That’s always a possibility, too! Thanks for reading!

3_3 wc Cover_TheZenLoungeWelcome to the Zen Lounge, twenty-one floors of customizable carnal pleasures to fulfill your wildest fantasies. Even in the year 2192, it shouldn’t exist but Voryk Kade simply couldn’t ignore the urge to take a closer look. What he finds is a woman bent on ruining everything he’d ever believed to be true. She holds the key to all of Voryk’s darkest, neediest desires and despite her silence, provides the proof behind his belief that there is something far seedier going on under the high-end gloss of professional eroticism.

Enlisting the help of his closest friends, Voryk’s only goal is to keep Nexlana safe, naked and his. Unfortunately, she was already someone’s favorite pet and when Master comes calling, it’s with a vengeance and the intent of never letting her slip away again. Haunted pasts continue to resurface, only Nexlana’s might be far deadlier than any of them could have guessed—connections between her, arson, an assassination and a cold case no one ever wanted to delve into again. To stop the worst case scenario from taking place, they must finally figure out just who in the hell the Master really is.

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Closing her eyes for a moment, she shuddered, and then grabbed Voryk’s hand and placed it on her throat, running it down toward her chest.

“Yes, it’s warm,” he said aloud what she could not.

When her eyes opened on his, Voryk noted that his blood was also very warm. Under the palm of his hand, her heart beat a little faster. In her ethereal eyes, a familiar beckoning called out to him, igniting his own need. Taking the wine from her, Voryk leaned forward and returned it to the table. This time, he didn’t sit back. Her pulse throbbed beneath his fingertips, as he turned his head just so and buried his face in the silky texture of her hair, in the scent of it. Slowly, he ran just the tip of his nose over the soft flesh of her throat, his fingers curling around the nape of her neck before he grazed the same line of flesh with his lips.

Her pulse skittered and raced, stirring his blood even more, kicking his desire into a sizzling temperature. He loitered at her jaw, using lips, tongue and teeth. Though she was silent, her breath was warm and choppy in his ear. Leaving a trail of kisses across the hollow of her cheek, Voryk found her mouth. That mouth, he thought again. God, that mouth.

About the Author: A.C. Melody lives in Washington State, is the proud mom of two amazing sons – okay, so they’re typical boys and always keep her on her toes! Stemming from a family of artists and musicians, she thrives in all things creative and would call a day without her MP3 player and coffee a day of reckoning. When she’s not writing, reading, drawing or cheering on the sidelines at football games, A.C. Also enjoys gardening, which has honed her ability to dodge raindrops into an enviable skill.

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Five Reasons I Write Historical Romance by Jessica Jefferson – Guest Blog and Giveaway

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Five Reasons I Write Historical Romance
by Jessica Jefferson

I love reading. Westerns, contemporary, historical fiction, biographies – I’ll read anything. But, historical romance is my favorite. Since the first time I stole a Kathleen Woodiwiss novel off my mother’s bookshelf, I’ve been a fan of the genre. I can’t get enough. From Medieval to Edwardian-era romance, I just love being whisked back in time to experience love.

In college, I originally majored in English, with hopes of one day becoming a writer. At the time, I always pictured myself writing serious commentary on the human condition…or becoming the next Erma Bombeck. But then, life got in the way and derailed my literary aspirations for a few years. When I picked up the proverbial pen again, my interests had changed dramatically. I wanted to write for entertainment, and I wanted to write what I loved to read—historical romance.

Historical romance provides me the opportunity to explore different historical periods. In contemporary romance, I’m locked into twenty-first century conventions. But with historical romance, I can explore love through the eyes of nineteenth century heroines. There is no Facebook and Twitter, no instant messaging of any sort. Instead there are real letters. It takes me back to a time when expressing one’s love was a bit different than it is today.

Historical romance is an escape from reality. It allows me to live out my historical fantasies. My heroines can wear beautiful gowns and my heroes can ride up on horses. I can also take certain liberties that I may not be able to while writing contemporary romance. I do try and stick to the confines of the time period when possible, but the beauty of writing in a different era is that I get to use more of my imagination than I otherwise would.

I also love writing historical romance because of the heroes! There are still gentlemen out there today, but how many of them wear breeches? I’m in love with the idea of my Prince Charming riding up on a white horse, not in a white Porsche.

Love is love – no matter when it happens. At the bare minimum, it involves two people who feel a deep emotional connection. That’s been the same since the dawn of time. That’s what I love about historical romance. No matter what the time period, the basic fundamentals of love are still the same.

3_3 BookCover_ChasingTheOtherTisdaleShe’s the other sister…

Overshadowed by the beauty of her older sister, Lillian is better known as the other Tisdale; unremarkable and unsure how she will ever deliver on the promise of her family’s name.

He’s a rake in need of reforming…

Will Colton leads a frivolous existence, embracing notoriety instead of managing his family’s fortune. Determined to forget his financial burden and his father’s growing resentment, he maintains a lifestyle dedicated to pleasure and self-indulgence. When Will is invited to the Tisdale estate for an extended holiday, he never expects to become friends with the forgettable Lillian. But when a family secret comes to light, he must choose between leaving London and protecting the honor of one woman or staying and risking the reputation of another.

Upon his return, Will finds the girl he left behind has come out of the shadows and into her own. Lillian’s finally the center of attention, and not all of it good. With his own reputation in tatters, can a reformed rake lure her out of the hands of London’s bachelors and back into his own arms? Can he escape his past and reclaim her heart, or has he lost her forever?

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When Lillian Tisdale dreamt of that magical moment when she would fall in love, she never imagined that it would be so sudden, so complete, or so…


Lilly, as she was more commonly known, sat cradled in between a large branch and the massive trunk of the hundred year old willow tree near the pond at Brightly, her family’s ancestral estate. She set her sketch book and charcoal pencil down on the branch and took a moment to appreciate the scenery before her. Brightly was noted for its lush gardens and rolling green hills, and she found it impossible to imagine any other property in England being as lovely.

This was her favorite tree, had been for years, and one of the only places she could disappear to when she felt the need for a respite from her three sisters and older brother. She relished the quiet of her hiding place, the silence disturbed only by the soft wind skimming the pond, the rustling of the leaves in the oak groves, and the occasional coo of a nesting bird.

“You naughty minx!”

Lilly startled, the unexpected sound of a man’s voice coming from out of nowhere. She steadied herself against the branch in front of her, knocking her sketchbook onto the ground in the process. She sighed, doubting the book would survive the fall intact. She’d spent the last of her pin money on that sketchbook and wouldn’t be able to afford a new one for at least a month. Her parents, for all their wealth, were sticklers when it came to their children’s allowances.

“You’re a wicked, wicked man, Mr. Colton!”

This time, the voice was distinctly female and the name she mentioned sounded familiar…

About the Author:3_3 AuthorPhoto_ChasingTheOtherTisdaleJessica Jefferson makes her home in northern Indiana, or as she likes to think of it—almost Chicago. She is heavily inspired by classic sweeping, historical romance novels, but aims to take those key emotional elements and inject a fresh blend of quick dialogue and comedy. She invites you to visit her at and read more of her random romance musings.

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Passing the Torch by L.L. Sanders – Spotlight and Giveaway


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Deep in the Arizona desert live a girl and her dad, burying secrets–and bodies.

Mesa Kingston’s first memory of burying a corpse was at eight years old. Back then it had been the carcass of a large lizard her dad found that they buried in the backyard of their isolated cottage. At age fourteen, the body of a young lady accompanied the reptile’s remains, and ever since, an accumulation of female bodies began to grow. Now, the only way Mesa can stop the haunting screams of the dead is by drowning them out with flames. Or is there more to the blaze than even she can perceive?

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Good girls do anything for their fathers, including rob, cheat, and kill, and I always considered myself a good girl. The time I first came to that conclusion will stay with me forever. Years later, here I am, still fulfilling my daughterly duty.

After wiping the sweat from my palm onto my jeans, I press the bulbous tip of the match against the strike strip on the side of the small carton. My hands shake worse than Grandma’s had when trying to slice her ninety-first birthday cake just a few hours ago, but I manage to run the match across it anyway. The flame comes alive at my fingertips, dancing merrily at the prospect of latching on to something and disintegrating it into smoldering embers. Although the light breeze causes the flame to flicker at the end of the matchstick, I’m aware of the control I have over it. I watch the glow change shape through a veil of tears and with that the decision was absolute.

The flame will get to perform its destructive duty.

I flick the match toward the pile of wooden planks that used to be the porch. Instantly the fire catches the fumes of the pooled liquid and expands so quickly a wall of gasoline-scented hot air rushes me before the blaze travels deeper into the house. I back away to a safe distance as the straw-like grass crunches beneath my feet. Nearing the homemade fence, which is nothing more than a double row of chicken wire, I hear the screams from the distance, cries of agony that meld with my memory like two spreading pools of melted wax. I can’t stop the waterworks. I don’t even make an attempt.

About the Author:

The L.L. stands for Leslie Lee. I write erotic romance and post-apocalyptic/dystopian fiction under Leslie Lee Sanders.

But horror and thriller fiction is what I grew up on, what inspires me, and what began my pursuit to authorship. I’ve written many short scary stories since the 6th grade. Now they’re much more mature in general, thanks to the wide range of emotion and experience I’ve encountered over the years.

I’m a huge fan of horror and psychological thrillers in every fashion, including movies, books, art, campfire tales, etc. Some of my favorite stories are those that twist at the end or are ambiguous with deep societal or morality themes. This includes dystopias like Hugh Howey’s Wool, psychological thrillers like Shutter Island, and popular and classic horror/romances like V.C. Andrews’s Flowers in the Attic, my favorite.

All my ideas start with a twist, which is exactly how most of my stories end.

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Right Kind of Wrong by Chelsea Fine – Guest Blog and Giveaway

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Top 5 Most Embarrassing Moments
Chelsea Fine

1) The classic running-into-the-screen-door-and-falling-flat-on-your-back bit. Oh yes. I barreled full-speed into a nearly-invisible screen door at a friend’s pool party in the seventh grade. You know, the year where doing something embarrassing ruins your life. #Ididthat

2) There was the time I got locked in an airplane bathroom and started pounding on the door with panicked screams… until the attendant opened the door and calmly stated, “You need to pull the door to open it. Not push.” All the people seated by the bathroom stared at me like I was a crazy person. Which I was. This was last year. #forreal

3) And let’s not forget three years ago, when I wore a strapless maxi dress to the airport… and while the TSA agent was patting me down she accidentally yanked my dress down, and I flashed everyone standing in line behind me. #ohyeah Airports and airplanes are not places I’m cool.

4) Last month at a book signing, I was talking with my hands (like I do) and the pen I was holding… went flying out of my hand and smacked some poor girl in the face. It left a red mark. I profusely apologized and tried to explain that, yes, I’m just that klutzy and, no, she wasn’t the first person to suffer the wrath of my reckless hand-talking. #someoneshouldfireme

5) And lastly, two years ago I was seated on a panel at UtopYA and, when I opened my mouth to respond to a question…the gum I was chewing took flight and landed on a girl in the front row. #ick #Iknow Clearly, I need supervision when I’m in public.

If you’ve learned anything from this list it’s that… hanging around me is dangerous and could potentially get you stabbed with a pen or thwacked with chewed gum. It’s not safe, people. Not for me, not for airline attendants, not for TSA agents, and certainly not for innocent bystanders. Good grief. I should come with a warning label.

3_3 chelsea Fine_Right Kind of Wrong_TPSometimes wrong can feel oh so right . . .

Jenna Lacombe needs complete control, whether it’s in the streets . . . or between the sheets. So when she sets out on a solo road trip to visit her family in New Orleans, she’s beyond annoyed that the infuriatingly sexy Jack Oliver wants to hitch a ride with her. Ever since they shared a wild night together last year, he’s been trying to strip away her defenses one by one. He claims he’s just coming along to keep her safe-but what’s not safe for her is prolonged exposure to the tattooed hottie.

Jack can’t get Jenna out from under his skin. She makes him feel alive again after his old life nearly destroyed him-and losing her is not an option. Now Jack’s troubles are catching up to him, and he’s forced to return to his hometown in Louisiana. But when his secrets put them both in harm’s way, Jenna will have to figure out how far she’s willing to let love in . . . and how much she already has.

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The way I felt about Jenna used to piss me off. I’ve never been one to need or even want a girl messing up my life. Just the opposite, in fact. The Lone Wolf role suited me well and I was perfectly content with my world of solitude. But Jenna came along and twisted everything up. She turned me inside out and made me feel complete in a way that made no sense. I fought the sentiment, of course. There’s no room for anyone in my messed up life—especially not a wild, stubborn, reckless girl like Jenna.

But fighting proved futile, and somewhat self-destructive, so I did what all good leaders do when they realize losing a battle could mean winning the war: I surrendered. Not to Jenna, exactly, but to the way she made me feel. It’s not a pretty or romantic thing. It’s a truth with scars and holes—and it commands me completely.

Does that make me weak? I used to think so. But then I see Jenna, still in the throes of a battle I’ve long since succumbed to, and I wonder which of us is stronger. Which of us sleeps well at night and which of us tosses in the moonlight.

Strength isn’t about what you can and cannot achieve. It’s about what you will and will not do in order to achieve. And on that, I know exactly where I stand.

Watching Jenna across the inn’s lobby, I take a deep breath and prepare for round two of what is sure to be a memorable—if not fatal—road trip back home.

“I’m ready when you are, diva!” I call out.

Complete agitation covers her face as she whips around with narrowed eyes and yells, “Don’t. Call. Me. DIVA!”

I grin. “It never gets old.”

“God!” she exclaims, thrusting her arms up again.

The look on her face is priceless. I could do this all day. I might, actually.

Wagging my eyebrows in an inappropriate manner, I slip back outside and let the door fall shut.

A moment later, the inn door flies open and Jenna stomps down the porch steps to meet me by the car. I quickly shove my phone in my pocket, wanting to put as much distance as possible between my present circumstances and the mess waiting for me back home, and climb into the car at the same time she does.

She’s huffing and puffing and cursing under her breath like a spoiled teenager, but when her eyes finally flick to mine there’s no hostility there, just impatience.

“You’re paying for all the gas,” she says, sliding a pair of dark sunglasses over her golden eyes. “And I mean every single drop.”

I lean back in the passenger seat, repressing the joyous satisfaction I feel at the haughtiness on her face. “Yes, ma’am.”

If buying Jenna’s gas keeps her safe by my side then I’ll purchase every last drop in the country. And then some.

About the Author: 3_3 Chelsea Fine Headshot 2Chelsea lives in Phoenix, Arizona, where she spends most of her time writing stories, painting murals, and avoiding housework at all costs. She’s ridiculously bad at doing dishes and claims to be allergic to laundry. Her obsessions include: superheroes, coffee, sleeping-in, and crazy socks. She lives with her husband and two children, who graciously tolerate her inability to resist teenage drama on TV and her complete lack of skill in the kitchen.

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Texting All Hearts by Various Authors – Spotlight and Giveaway

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Seven Multi-Published Authors

What do rodeos, otherworldly encounters, exotic dancers, bondage, hot sex, refound love, and time travel have in common? Besides romantic, edge of your seat fun and intrigue, they all evolve from a single text. Seven multi-genre novellas that promise to heat your nights and warm your hearts.

Her Cowboy Dom

Tate Hardy’s best friend leaves him all his cattle if he spends thirty days on a ranch with a woman he wants but can’t have. Jess is a nice girl, and Tate doesn’t do nice. Jessica Campbell needs her brother’s cattle as collateral for a loan. To get rid of the sexy bull rider, she suggests he teach her about D/s. When he agrees, Jess gets more than she bargained for from her cowboy Dom.

Midnight Road
Lorelei Buckley

Drew Mathews cherishes her deceased husband’s lingering spirit. When his best friend, Dominic, reveals her late spouse’s dark secrets, Drew’s crushed. She turns to Dominic and neighbors for support and stumbles into a passionate love affair and a slew of bizarre commonalities restricted to the residents of Midnight Road. As mysteries unfold, inalterable conditions threaten her romantic relationship, her life, and possibly, the world.

A Lethal Affair
Debra Jupe

With a rumored serial killer targeting exotic dancers, Daisy Piper is more than a little worried when her co-worker goes missing. Her concern escalates when a guy she’s never met shows up claiming her friend stole his laptop. A mild-mannered computer whiz on the surface, Miles Garton is a total contrast from the streetwise Daisy. But he’s on a mission of his own, making the jaded stripper suspicious. Fighting each other, a mutual attraction, and the truth, they team up to find the missing woman.

Sexting Texas
Darah Lace

Texas Tallulah Taylor never thought she’d be turned on by a dirty text from a stranger, one that leads to a delicious sexting session with her best friend. Will Sanderson never thought the love of his life would see him as anything but a friend. Maybe sexting Texas will show her this cowboy aims to give her the ride of her life…for the rest of her life.

The Dom Delivers
Nese Lane

He’s a Dominant, and she’s as vanilla as they come…
Designer Jenna Jaynes enjoys the safe bubble of her creative world, until her delivery guy bursts through and steals her heart. CFO Aden Kelley’s regimented world is thrown into chaos when a spitfire dressmaker captures his soul. Will the Dom convince vanilla to swirl?

Wounded Hearts
Linda LaRoque

Sarah Lawson’s fiancé Logan Miller died in Afghanistan. She receives a text from Brandon Perdue, one of his war buddies, who wants to meet and deliver a message from Logan. Physically and emotionally scarred, Brandon values Sarah’s friendship. Sarah wants their relationship to deepen, but he fears she’s projecting her feelings for Logan on to him.

Pale With Color
Susan JP Owens

Cheyenne Clark doubts Captain Joseph Westerly’s beliefs about reincarnation, but a twenty-first century gal stuck in1862, during the Battle of Gettysburg, creates a new perception about philosophies and physics. After Joseph’s death, Cheyenne returns to her time period and anticipates his rebirth. Will Joseph find her?

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Drew fixed the buckle of her overalls. “Roland’s disorderly. I think as far as spirits go he’s in ghost preschool. Maybe dumping food on the floor is equivalent to finger painting.”

Dominic’s rich brown skin paled. “This is a joke, right?”

Above the window seat, a curtain rod yanked off the hooks and struck Dominic on the head. Astonished, he tumbled backward and collapsed on the seat’s cushion.

“Plants, food, window treatments, he’s done in here. I’ll be back. I’m going to the study. He likes to fling books.” She rushed onward, thrilled Dominic witnessed the phenomenon. Now they could have a real heart-to-heart. Well, eventually, when the color returned to his face.

About the Authors: ProfilePic_TextingAllHeartsLinda LaRoque is a Texas girl, but the first time she got on a horse, it tossed her in the road dislocating her right shoulder. Forty years passed before she got on another, but it was older, slower, and she was wiser. Plus, her students looked on and it was important to save face.

A retired teacher who loves West Texas, its flora and fauna, and its people, Linda’s stories paint pictures of life, love, and learning set against the raw landscape of ranches and rural communities in Texas and the Midwest. She is a member of RWA, her local chapter of HOTRWA, NTRWA and Texas Mountain Trail Writers.

Linda writes contemporary western romances, time travel romances and futuristic romances.

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Interview with Mac Coalson from Whistlin’ Dixie by Maggie Adams – Guest Blog and Giveaway

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Hello, this is Cecelia Hope with Channel 2 news. I’m with Mac Coalson, eldest son of Hank and Ginny Coalson, and owner of Coalson Construction Company: Give us a little background on your company

Coalson Construction Company is a family-owned business. My six brothers and I all have shares in the company. We actually started the company when the flood of 1993 happened. The Army Corp of Engineers camped out at our farm. We helped with the clean up, of course, and we decided to take it a step further. I had just graduated college with degree in construction management. Chance was right behind me with a business degree. The others worked through college here.

How long have you lived in the Grafton area?

One of my ancestors came with the Fr. Marquette expedition to bring Christianity to the area, fell in love with a Native American and settled here. Coalsons have been here ever since. That’s one of the reasons we are so determined to save our town.

Any ideas on who is vandalizing the homes your company has built? Why just your company?

My company? I have no idea, but I will find out. As for the actual vandalism, we are cooperating with the police and setting up our own security to facilitate a rapid conclusion to the problem.

Rumor has it, you picked up some teen vandals. One of them, the new schoolteacher’s brother?

Some teens were brought in for questioning, but were later released.

Makes it a bit awkward to date the new schoolteacher if you arrested her brother, doesn’t it? She was the one who accused you of the vandalism in order to collect the insurance money, right?

No comment.

C’mon, Mac, is it true you fired a man for grabbing her hand? Did she or did she not accuse you of being a fornicating, Mississippi river rat?

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But Mac…what do you think about the bets going on around town about you and Dixie Harris? Who’s going to surrender first in your silent war? Well, this is Cecelia Hope, Channel 2 News with a now absent Mac Coalson.

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Pageflex Persona [document: PRS0000038_00064]A man on a mission….

Mackenzie Coalson was determined to rebuild his hometown after a devastating flood left it in ruins. He has no time for a relationship and all the romantic junk that goes with it. He has a vandal to catch and no sweet smelling bundle of femininity is going to sway him.

A woman protecting her family…..

Dixie Harris charged into the county sheriff’s office with a sassy sway and a smart mouth, eager to give the sheriff, and anyone else, a piece of her mind. When she locks horns with the devil himself, in the form of Mac Coalson, she quickly learns he has a temper to rival hers, even if he’s the living epitome of her sexual fantasies.

When the two unite to catch a potential murderer, it’s in everyone’s best interest to keep it, “business only”. But that’s hard to do when their combined attraction is volatile enough to burn down the town.

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Knocking again a little more forcefully, he pleaded. “Dixie baby, please open up. You didn’t see what you thought you saw. Please. Just let me explain.”

“I may be young, but I’m not stupid. And I am most certainly not blind,” she snapped at him from the other side of the door. The man was unbelievable.

“You are the most infuriating bit of baggage I have ever encountered. If I didn’t care for you so much, I’d leave right now and never look back.”

“You call that caring?! I call it a line of crap! The only thing you cared about begins with an “F” and ends with me losing my virginity!” Oh, God! Had she really just shouted that?

Pounding on the door with his fist, he shouted, “Dixie Harris, you open the door this minute, or I’ll break it down!”

“Then I’ll just have you arrested for breaking and entering. Sort of ironic, don’t you think?” she countered sweetly. She felt like crying the Mississippi River because he broke her heart, but she was not going to let that arrogant pain-in-the-ass know just how much she was hurting. She had her pride!

“Fine. Just fine. I should’ve known better than to get involved with a little girl, anyhow. Maybe, in a few years, when you grow up and if you have apologized nicely, I might just take you back! And bring a damn soapbox to stand on. My neck’s getting sore from looking down at you!” he snarled. After giving the closed-door another good pounding, he stomped out of the house, slamming the front door.

“Oooooh!” Dixie’s eyes narrowed to mere slits and her hands balled into fists as Mac’s last remark registered with the banging of the screen door. It was like pouring gasoline on a bonfire. She was out of her bedroom and on the front porch in seconds. Heedless of the people walking down the street, she advanced like a mad woman across the yard, screaming. “Apologize to you? When pigs fly, you Mississippi River rat.

About the Author:Hi! I’m Maggie Adams. I live near St. Louis, MO, with my high school sweetheart, Ned, and my wonderful kids, Katie (Kyle) and Ross (Valerie). My life is like a walking, talking sitcom from I Love Lucy, but I love it, although people do tend to keep their distance from me!

Writing has always been my dream, with reading my favorite hobby. When I’m not writing, I can be found singing, dancing, and cooking, often all at the same time. I try to include a little bit of my life in everything I write, so when you read my books, keep your eyes wide open – I’m in there somewhere! Happy reading!

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Shattered Vows by Linda LaRoque – Exclusive Excerpt and Giveaway

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MediaKit_BookCover_ShatteredVowsA mother, confronted with her husband’s infidelity, must decide whether to help raise his child or end her marriage.

Annie and Stuart Rayburn have loved each other since high school. Their life is idyllic until their baby dies of SIDS, and Annie falls into a deep depression. Months of therapy help her recover, and they look forward to another child sometime in their future.

Despite his own grief Stuart tries to comfort Annie, yet when he reaches for her in the night, his advances are rebuffed. In a moment of weakness, he turns to another woman. Stu learns his night of infidelity produced a baby girl. The mother died in a car crash, and her will gives Stu custody.

Stu can’t deny the child is his, and he’s determined to raise her. He begs Annie’s forgiveness. Hurt and angry, Annie must face her demons, decide if she can forgive Stu, and love the innocent child, or divorce him and move on without the only man she’s likely to love.

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In his room, with his few clothes stowed in the closet and drawers, he undressed and put the suit and shirt in a bag for the cleaners to pick up. He yanked the spread back on the king size bed and stretched out in his boxers and a tee shirt. His cell phone on the bedside table rang. He grabbed it hoping it was Annie.

Susan, his assistant, fired a question before he could say hello. “Stewart, will you be in early in the morning?” He’d been gone all day. Most likely she wanted to bring him up to date with the day’s activities.

“Yes, I’ll be in by seven-thirty. I need to be at the airport at noon, so cancel any afternoon appointments.”

“When do you want to reschedule?”

“Day after tomorrow.” He paused. “By the way, doesn’t the casino have cribs and such as that for when guests come with children?”

“Uh . . . yes, I believe so.”

“And a well-screened babysitting service?”

“Yes. Stewart, what’s going on?”

He sighed and raked a hand through his hair. “Just get a crib sent up to my office and resumes and credentials on all the sitters on the list. I’ll explain everything tomorrow. Good night, Susan.” He dropped the phone to his chest and flung an arm across his eyes.

About the Author: MediaKit_AuthorPhoto_ShatteredVowsLinda LaRoque is a Texas girl, but the first time she got on a horse, it tossed her in the road dislocating her right shoulder. Forty years passed before she got on another, but it was older, slower, and she was wiser. Plus, her students looked on and it was important to save face.

A retired teacher who loves West Texas, its flora and fauna, and its people, Linda’s stories paint pictures of life, love, and learning set against the raw landscape of ranches and rural communities in Texas and the Midwest. She is a member of RWA, her local chapter of HOTRWA, NTRWA and Texas Mountain Trail Writers.

Linda writes contemporary western romances, time travel romances and futuristic romances. Shattered Vows is her first Inspiration Women’s fiction.

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Other Books by Linda LaRoque

Contemporary Westerns
Forever Faithful
Investment of the Heart
When the Ocotillo Bloom

Born in Ice

Time Travel
The Turquoise Legacy
My Heart Will Find Yours
Flames on the Sky
A Way Back
Desires of the Heart
A Law of Her Own
A Marshal of Her Own
A Love of Her Own
Birdie’s Nest
A Time of Their Own (A collection of three time travels set in Prairie Texas—A Law of Her Own, A Marshal of Her Own, and A Love of Her Own.)

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