Archive | October 2013

Lindsey Fairleigh: Echo Prophecy (Echo Trilogy #1)

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About Echo Prophecy

“…we only see what we want to see…what we expect to see…”

Discover what’s hidden—a powerful, mythic race, an ancient Egyptian prophecy, and a love strong enough to shatter the boundaries of time.

Alexandra Larson isn’t human…but she doesn’t know that. As far as Lex is concerned, she’s simply an ambitious and independent archaeology grad student with a knack for deciphering ancient languages, especially the various forms of Egyptian. When she’s recruited to work on her dream excavation, her translating skills uncover the secret entrance to an underground Egyptian temple concealed within Djeser-Djeseru—the famous mortuary temple of Queen Hatchepsut. Lex is beyond thrilled by her discovery…as is the enigmatic and alluring excavation director, Marcus Bahur.

As the relationship between Lex and Marcus heats up, a series of shocking revelations leave the young archaeologist reeling. Once Lex discovers the truth of her ancient Egyptian roots—the truth of her more-than-human nature—the people she trusts most make one final, terrifying revelation: Lex is the central figure of a four-thousand-year-old prophecy. She is the only thing standing between the power to alter the very fabric of time and an evil megalomaniac…who also happens to be her father. As events set in motion over four millennia ago lead Lex and Marcus from Seattle to the heart of Egypt, the fate of mankind depends on one thing: the strength of Lex’s love.

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Pageflex Persona [document: PRS0000037_00039]“This is all so strange, you know? It’s like a dream I could wake from any moment,” I said, my voice hushed.

Marcus’s arm tensed in mine. “Would you want to wake up?” He sounded a little sad.

I hugged his arm with both of mine and said, “Not anymore.”

When Marcus abruptly stopped, I almost slipped on the slick brick path. With his free hand, he turned me to face him. His cool, leather-clad fingers cupped either side of my face, tilting it up so he could examine my features better in the light of a distant streetlamp. I could feel the faint kiss of each snowflake as it landed on my face.

“What are you, Alexandra Ivanov?” he breathed. “What are you and what are you doing to me?” As his deep, silky voice released each word into the starless night, he leaned closer. Our individual white puffs of breath slowly merged, becoming indistinguishable

“But—”

“Shhh, Little Ivanov,” he murmured, closing the distance between our mouths. His lips touched mine with the faintest possible pressure, brushing first one way, then the other. When I tried to deepen the kiss, he pulled back just enough to maintain the maddening softness.

I slipped my fingertips into his coat pockets, pulling his body closer to mine, and groaned in frustration. I wanted more. I needed more.

About the Author

Lindsey Fairleigh headshotLindsey Fairleigh lives her life with one foot in a book–as long as that book transports her to a magical world or bends the rules of science. Her novels, from post-apocalyptic to time travel and historical fantasy, always offer up a hearty dose of unreality, along with plenty of adventure and romance. When she’s not working on her next novel, Lindsey spends her time reading and trying out new recipes in the kitchen. She lives in the Napa Valley with her loving husband and confused cats.

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Marisa Cleveland and “Reforming the Cowboy”

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Susana: Welcome to Susana’s Morning Room, Marisa!

Marisa: Thanks so much for having me on your blog! I’m so jealous you were able to travel around England, but I live in hope that I will get to visit there someday!

Susana: How long have you been writing?

Marisa: I’ve been writing stories since I was in elementary school. I remember sneaking downstairs to the computer and typing late into the night.

Susana: What advice would you give to writers just starting out?

Marisa: I’ve always thought that advice was a funny thing, because you never know how the other person will interpret it. But I have definite opinions and for writers just starting out I think the best advice to tell them is if they can find a way to enjoy each part of the journey, then they should do that. There is so much in the publishing industry the writers can’t control, and most writers become writers because they have a story to tell. So that’s my advice. Enjoy the journey.

Susana: What comes first: the plot or the characters?

Marisa: What a great question! Sometimes a situation sparks an idea for a plot, but for my first novel they just released the characters definitely came first.

Susana: What is your work schedule like when writing?

Marisa: A typical writing day for me includes French pressed coffee, splits and bridges, and forty-five minute writing sprints. If it’s in the morning, I will stand at my café table and type. In the afternoon, I preferred to use Dragon, because I can walk around or lie on the floor or sit down. The afternoons are usually when I reread, revise, and edit.

Susana: What is your favorite food? Least favorite? Why?

Marisa: My favorite food has changed many times over the years. Right now it’s a tie between strawberries and watermelon, though I’m not sure why. My least favorite food is a scallop. I only know this because I recently tried one at Morton’s, and no matter how delicious other people think scallops are, I think they’re wrong.

Thanks to everyone who stopped by and read my interview! One question I skipped is what inspired you to start writing? I’d love to hear your answers!

About Reforming the Cowboy

RtC-500Country singer Billy Hardy needs to get back on the charts. His manager assures him headlining the opening of a cafe in South Beach is his best chance at getting back to the big time. If he fails, his career is over for good this time.

Lacey Durant can’t believe opening night includes the country singer she crushed on through college. And her customers agree he’s dreamy. But his playboy reputation threatens her cafe’s image and she can’t afford that. She insists Billy stay with her so she can keep an eye on him, and thwart overenthusiastic fans.

Billy’s charms and Lacey’s sexy curves prove more than either can resist, but she refuses to be just another lyric in his well-known songs of heartbreak.

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He stepped back, his eyes regarding her with unreadable scrutiny. “Do you have to control everything?”

A shiver of fear slid in her stomach. She was a private person. She didn’t want the whole world to know how close she’d come to failure. “Just promise me.”

Flashing her a sardonic smile, he drawled, “Honey, I don’t make promises I can’t keep.”

Her hands fisted at her sides. “You are so insensitive! For just once in your life, why can’t you be reliable and make a promise and keep it?”

Her eyes widened as she realized what she’d said.

He advanced forward, and she shuffled back until her back hit the refrigerator, even though nothing but the ferocity of his gaze pinned her in place. “Honey, in Country, in order for a song to be good, it has to be honest. This is me being honest.”

About the Author

Marisa Cleveland loves to laugh, hates to cry, and does both often. As a writer, she writes. Every day. Perhaps because she married her best friend, her adult romance novels focus on relationships developed through friendship and family-oriented values. She loves to connect with other writers and readers.

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Olivia Mayfield: The Inheritance

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THE INHERITANCE

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Olivia Mayfield

About The Inheritance

Maggie Willings knew that returning home for her estranged grandfather’s funeral would not be easy, but she never expected the reading of his will to be the most difficult part. The four people named in the will—Maggie, her brother Robert, her ex-boyfriend Andrew, and her grandfather’s far-too-young girlfriend Bethany—are given a challenge: find out the truth about what happened to Maggie’s younger sister Cassandra, who vanished over eight years ago, and win the entirety of the estate.

Maggie is thrown by the strange request, reluctant to drag up painful memories of her sister’s disappearance, and bothered by her lingering attraction to Andrew, who wants to team up to solve the mystery. But there are ten million dollars on the line and Maggie has no idea where to start—or who she’ll be able to trust.

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MEDIA KIT 1_inheritance_FinalWhat had her grandfather been thinking? She couldn’t believe he had picked the four of them, four childhood friends and siblings whose lives had splintered so far apart. He was a shrewd man, a calculated risk-taker. And he knew each of them would have a stake in solving Cassandra’s…disappearance. Kidnapping. Murder. Or whatever it was that had happened to her eight years ago.

Obviously, Maggie and her brother had the personal angle in the case, since Cassandra was their younger sister. Both Bethany and Andrew had been close to the family when they were teens, so the two of them would likely know as much about the case as anyone else. Upon chewing these facts over, Grandpa’s reasoning made sense to Maggie, but that knowledge didn’t ease her turmoil.

Her gaze met Andrew’s. He accepted her scrutiny and matched it with a bold, open look of his own. His hand was steady, his face smooth. He’d obviously grown adept over the years at disguising his emotions; she could read nothing on him.

Would he accept the challenge for the money?

Or did he have something else to gain here?

About the Author

MEDIA KIT Rhonda_0279LGOlivia Mayfield has been an unabashed fan of romance since she was a young teen, secretly devouring her mom’s Harlequins. She has a bachelor’s degree in Creative Writing, as well as a Master’s degree in English, and lives with her family in Ohio. In her free time, she loves reading, shopping, wearing absurdly high-heeled boots, cheesecake, singing karaoke, and harassing her friends.

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Chris O’Guinn and “Fearless”

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Interview Between Justin and Liam from Fearless

“This is such a bad idea.”

“No, it’s going to be fun!”

I rolled my eyes at Liam. Of course he thought an interview was a great idea. He’s gotten it into his head that I can be some sort of role model for young gay athletes everywhere. So now I have all these questions I have to fill out for this website that promotes gay visibility in youth sports.

“I still think you should let me do a photo spread to send in with the questions.”

“That’s not gonna happen. Seriously.”

“But all the gay dudes will love the sight of you in a Speedo. I bet you’d be an instant Facebook celebrity.”

“’Cause, really, that’s so me.”

“Oh, fine, I’ll just create a fanpage for you.”

It was just the sort of thing he would do, too. And the more I argued, the more determined he would get. “So, what’s the first question?”

Liam looked down at the laptop. He’d agreed to help me not come off as a total jerkwad loserface. Basically, he was going to translate my answers into things people wanted to hear.

“’What made you want to join the swim team?’”

“Well, ‘want’ is too strong of a word, for starters. I was sort of forced to by this bossy pain in my ass who likes to make me do things I don’t want to do.”

“I know that guy!” Liam said with a grin. “Okay, so I’ll type, ‘Ever since I was little, two things drove me: a love for water and a need for excellence.’”

“That’s not even remotely what I said.”

“Hey, if I’m going to be your publicist, you’re going to have to trust me.”

“I’m not a Lifetime movie special.”

“Fine, how about ‘This amazing friend whom I admire and respect—‘”

“How about ‘this obnoxious lunatic I know.’”

Liam laughed. “You wouldn’t bad-mouth me in front of all your legions of fans, would you?”

I rolled my eyes. “Let’s go on to the next question.”

“’How did your coming out process go?’”

Liam wasn’t smirking anymore. He’d been through it with me. I plucked an errant thread from the pillow I was laying on. “It was fantastic. I got a parade and a street named after me.”

“How are things going with your mom, anyway?”

“She keeps leaving these pamphlets around for me to find. They’re all for these camps that can ‘fix’ me or whatever. I keep throwing them out. It’s basically guerilla warfare between us.”

“Damn, I thought she’d turned a corner.”

“It’s a process.

“Hmm, let’s go back to that question later. Here’s something fun. ‘Marry, bury or bang.’”

“Very funny. No way are they asking me that question.”

“Sure they are.” Liam showed me the laptop screen by way of proof. “So, your choices are Edward Cullen, Percy Jackson and Harry Potter. And no, we’re not skipping this question.”

“Fine. Uh, bury Edward, which I guess is kind of redundant. Mary Harry—”

“Hah! I knew I could get you to like Harry Potter.”

“It’s less of a Harry thing and more of a Dan Radcliffe thing.”

“Fair enough. So poor Percy just gets a one night stand?”

“Well, Logan Lerman is cute and all, but Dan has that British accent.”

“Oh, you like the accent thing? I’ll be sure to tell your boyfriend.”

“He doesn’t need an accent to be sexy.”

Liam’s eyes glinted and he got that self-satisfied smile on his face like my happiness was entirely his own doing. And since that was basically true, I didn’t fight him on it.

“Oh, here’s a good one. ‘Who do you consider to be your own role model?’ That’s easy. Kanoa—”

“You,” I told him, refusing to look at him.

Liam was quiet for a moment. He was always cool about not making fun of me for my feelings for him. Sure, he was straight and had a girlfriend and I had a boyfriend, but I still cared more about him than either of us wanted to talk about.

“Thanks,” he said, his tone subdued. “Next question, ‘how has your coming out impacted your relationships with your teammates?’ Well, Jimmy has been hitting on you.”

“He has not,” I objected.

“Well, he’s been about twenty-percent less douchey, so that counts as flirting.”

“Stop it.” Liam gave me an innocent look which I didn’t buy for a second. “Things have been okay. Jon seems to be a little weird now and Marcus has made a few jackass comments, but it doesn’t seem to be too big of a deal.”

“Hmm, I’ll put ‘the overwhelming support of my teammates has moved me deep in my soul.’”

“Will you knock it off? No one talks like that.”

“You’re no fun.”

“We knew that already.”

Liam threw an empty water bottle at me, which went wide and bounced off a ratty stuffed animal on the nightstand. He was about to say something, probably make some comment about me saying negative crap about myself, but he was interrupted by a scratch at the door. Sully nosed his way inside and somehow managed to look casually excited. It was an expression that said, “If you wanted to take me for a walk, that would be okay with me.”

“Hmm, time for a break,” I said as Liam hugged his other best friend.

“Is that right? Are you ready for walk-ums? Is Suwy weady for walk-ums?”

I swear, there is nothing cuter than him making baby talk at his dog. I got up and grabbed the leash and the Frisbee. Sully’s tail wagged fitfully at the sign that we had gotten the hint.

“Okay, but seriously, you wouldn’t even want to bang Edward Cullen?” Liam asked me as we headed for the door.

“The vampire thing just doesn’t work for me. Now, if it was that werewolf guy….”

About Fearless

At fifteen, Justin is already a cynic. He’s experienced too many betrayals, too many disappointments. He doesn’t want to be involved in anything. He doesn’t want to be popular. He doesn’t even want friends anymore, since they only ever let you down. He just wants to get through high school and the best way he can come up with to accomplish that goal is to simply be invisible.

MEDIA KITFearlessCoverHis self-imposed exile from high school life is threatened when Liam, the scary stoner, reaches out to him. What starts out as a strange and unsettling encounter with the unnerving,  pot-smoking teenager evolves into the sort of friendship that changes the course of a person’s life.

But as Liam drags the reluctant Justin out of his shell, Liam’s own secret is revealed.

Fearless is the story of the myriad shades of love, how to find one’s courage and the transformative power of friendship.

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“If I was just going to ask some dude out, like, just out of the blue—which I totally am not—it wouldn’t be Jimmy.”

“Ah ha!” he crowed. “So, who’s the lucky dude who has your eye?”

I wasn’t sure he could be trusted with my crush, but I supposed I had to stop thinking that way about everything. “This guy in my science class, Zach.”

“Zach Snyder?”

“Ew, gross.” Snyder was a mouth-breathing Neanderthal who was always picking his nose in class—when he wasn’t scratching his crotch. “I have better taste than that, come on!”

“Then which Zach is it? I can name like five—no, six—guys with that name.”

“Beal.”

Liam’s eyes lit up. “A senior! Wow, you really do go all out with a crush.”

My cheeks were burning. “He’s just this really fantastic guy—like, a really nice person, you know?”

“And the fact that he’s smoking hot doesn’t have anything to do with it?”

I fidgeted. “You think he’s hot too?”

“Dude, the guy is so good looking even straight guys want to do him.”

I snorted laughter. “You’re awful.”

“So ask him out.”

“Okay, no. I prefer admiring from afar—really far.”

Liam elbowed me. “Homecoming isn’t far off. You should ask him.”

He said it in this sing-song voice that didn’t make the idea sound any smarter. “For one, he’s a senior and I’m a freshman,” I said, ticking the irrefutable points off on my fingers. “For two, he’s so far out of my league that I don’t have the slightest chance. For three, if I tried, I’d have some kind of seizure and die. And fourth, oh yeah, he’s straight.

Liam grinned at me. “One, two and especially three are lame. I’m throwing them out. So, let’s talk about four. How do you know he’s straight?”

About the Author

MEDIA KIT authorpicI’ve been writing since I was fifteen, not that those stories will ever be allowed out of the dark hole I buried them in. I focused primarily on the Fantasy genre for the first two decades, occasionally diverting into modern fiction. In 2010, I embarked in a self-publishing career, focusing on the young adult novel genre. When I’m not writing, I am contributing to TheBacklot.com, a gay entertainment website.

You can follow me on Facebook and you can keep up to date with my works via Lightbane.com.

Sofia Harper and “Hot Knight in Paradise”

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Susana: What inspired you to start writing?

Sofia: I always thought it took a degree of some kind to qualify as a writer. When I realized it really came down to having the passion to write and then the life experience to draw from, that was that. It didn’t just have to be a dream. I was a teenager when I first considered it. I was right on the last throes of being a teen when I started at 19.

Susana: How long have you been writing?

Sofia: Nine years so almost a decade. I can’t believe that either. Seems so much shorter some days. And like eons on others.

Susana: What advice would you give to writers just starting out?

Sofia: Don’t let anyone tell you what your voice is. Don’t question it. It’s there. I promise. Trust that it’s there and it’ll show up on the page.

Susana: Do you ever suffer from writer’s block? If so, what do you do about it?

Sofia: Yes. The only way to get over it is to write through it. I might call on a friend to help me through a rough patch in plotting or character, but at the end of the day the only cure to writer’s block is to stop whining about having it and sit down and write.

Susana: What comes first: the plot or the characters?

Sofia: Character is story and usually you get your plot from that. I’m definitely a character-driven writer.

Susana: Are you a plotter or a pantser?

Sofia: A bit of both. Just depends on the story. Some I can just sit down and pound out until I’m done. Others I have to break index cards, Scrivner, spreadsheets just to get a slight idea of what the story will be about and how it should be written.

Susana: Tell us something about your newest release that is NOT in the blurb.

Sofia: The heroine becomes a bartender and tells dirty jokes to the locals.

Susana: Are you working on something at present that you would like to tell us about?

Sofia: I’m currently working on a con man book, which is so out of my comfort zone but I’m loving it. The characters are reformed but it’s still an interesting insight into society.

Susana: What are you reading now?

Sofia: Taste For Temptation by Phyllis Bourne

Susana: What author or authors have most influenced your writing?

Sofia: Every single one I’ve read. That’s good and bad.  I was a reader well before I decided to write.

Susana: What is your work schedule like when writing?

Sofia: Whenever the words are there I’m writing. Unless my kids need feeding or I just fall asleep right where I’m sitting.

Susana: What did you want to be when you grew up?

Sofia: I wanted to be a doctor. Unfortunately I have a phobia to math that prevented me from pursuing that line of work.

Susana: What is your favorite food? Least favorite? Why?

Sofia: I love pizza. I hate peach cobbler. Or pretty much anything with cinnamon in it. For the former, it’s pizza. Come on. The second one, I don’t know. I just don’t like the taste of it. In anything.

Susana: What is one thing your readers would be most surprised to learn about you?

Sofia: I’m only five feet tall. Tallest student in my class in the third grade but everyone else kept growing.

Susana: Is there a writer you idolize? If so, who?

Sofia: At the moment, it’s Shonda Rhimes. That premiere of Scandal made me dribble and ramble for days.

About Hot Knight in Paradise

Stranded in paradise with no way to get home, Leah Smith needs a miracle, and fast.

Instead, she gets Marshall Jackson, surely the sexiest man alive. Too bad he’s got an emotional wall around himself–and her only hope of getting off the island … Marshall has a strict no damsels in distress policy, but there’s something about Leah that makes him want to break his own rules. He agrees to let her work in his bar until she earns enough to get home. But the more time they spend together, the harder it is to deny the scorching attraction between them. Soon hot island nights provide balm to their wounded souls, but will these two flawed exiles make peace with the past in time to claim the future they deserve together–or will paradise be lost?

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Cover_KNiP-500“I find it hard to believe a man like you would consider bartending his calling.” She gave him a dubious look. “And I’m feeling like a margarita. Got some limes?”

“Of course.” He opened the compartment where he kept the salt. Using some of the tequila, he lined the lip of the glass.

“How’d you know I wanted salt?”

“If you want lime, you want salt.” He took his time making the drink. “You’d be amazed how listening can change the world.”

He cut the lime in quarters, placing one on the rim, the rest in another cup. “Now I didn’t say you didn’t get something out of what you do. I said it’s probably not your calling.”

“Semantics.

The weight of his past darkened his tone and he leaned against the bar for support. “You can save someone’s life by what you say.”

She sipped her drink and then sucked on the lemon. Her breath whooshed out. “You make a damn good margarita.”

“Thanks.” He nursed his bourbon as he tried to beat back the memories, but then her hand was on his face, bringing him back to the now.

“Hey, where’d you go? We’re debating.”

“Political analyst,” he said.

“I’m not that cynical about mankind,” she said.

Her tongue flicked out, licking at the salt from the corner of her mouth. His mind blanked. When his brain came back online he could only wonder if the tartness of lime would complement her taste. She must have noticed the expression, because her gaze went to his mouth.

Her tongue lashed out again. “It doesn’t make me uncomfortable when you look at my mouth with an I-want-tobite-you expression,” she said quietly. “Though I want to say my eyes are up here, but—”

She bit her lip, and his gaze followed the action. He wished she’d look away, make a joke…anything to break the moment, but his heart rammed against his ribcage.

“I’m insane,” she murmured

Marshall frowned, finally tearing his gaze from her mouth. Leah pushed their drinks aside and leaned over the bar, and then her mouth was on his, and he couldn’t think. His lips parted automatically, and she was there, supping on the taste of him. Leah’s tongue explored urgently, as if they’d been kissing for eons, and he matched her rhythm.

“Wait,” Marshall said, pulling back, which was probably the dumbest thing he’d ever done in his life.

He knew if she had enough time to consider what the hell they were doing, she’d end it and run. He took advantage of her moment of confusion and untied the scarf holding back the soft curls.

“There,” he sighed.

This time, he claimed her mouth. The kiss lost its urgency, and still the taste of her seared his tongue. He had the time to nip and lick, noting the softness of her lips and how the lime only made her taste better. He couldn’t be anywhere but in that moment. He tightened the hold in her hair, forcing Leah still and allowing him to deepen the kiss. He made illicit promises with his teeth and tongue until she moaned in his mouth, and it took everything in him not to have her there on the counter.

With the little room he allowed, she pulled back. “Wait.”

He loosened the hold on her hair. Leah climbed the counter, knocking over the stool in the process. Once settled in front of him, she fisted her hands on his shirt and yanked him forward. Forgetting honor, he pressed against her, felt the heat between her thighs along his erection. Keeping a hand in the curly strands, he exposed her neck. He sucked softly at first and then hard on the flesh between her neck and collarbone. Her legs tightened around his waist, binding him to the heat. Trailing kisses up to her ear, he bit the lobe. She gasped.

“Do you want me to stop?” he whispered.

“Yes,” she moaned.

About the Author

Sofia HarperIn 2004, Sofia Harper began her writing career as a romantic suspense author. A bit problematic because she couldn’t write anything mystery-like to save her life or even her characters. On a whim, she penned a contemporary where there was no dead body or explosions to save her from the dreadful middle slumps of a book. It was only the characters and what they had to deal with. She hasn’t looked back since. She continues to write contemporary romances, mainly under a different pen, filled with sassy heroines and unlikely heroes. These stories are filled with one-liners, but heartfelt and sexy.

Outside of writing, Harper works as a mail clerk for the federal government, has a paralegal certificate (that she has more use for as a dust pan) and is a mother of two rambunctious children. She lives in California where the wine is good and, despite popular belief, is not always sunny. Harper plans to spend the rest of her days writing, raising her children and drinking good wine. Occasionally she’ll brush her hair and get dressed, but that’s optional.

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Julie Shelton and “Owning Sarah”

About Owning Sarah

It’s been a month since Sarah Marshall was kidnapped and held at knife-point by her ex-fiance.  But Jesse Colter and Adam Sinclair, her two loving Doms, know that there is an even deadlier threat still out there—Ryder Malone.

He blames both Sarah and Jesse for sending him to prison eight years ago for attempted rape, and he’s determined to make them pay.  So, he begins a systematic campaign of terror and intimidation against them.  But the danger he poses doesn’t end there.

Set against the deepening love and commitment between Sarah, Jesse, and Adam, Owning Sarah is more than just a sexy, sensual, BDSM love story.  It is a harrowing race against time for Jesse, Adam, and a team of former SEALs to stop one of the biggest arms-for-drugs deals in U.S. history.  And to rescue Sarah before Malone sells her to a human trafficker and she’s lost to her men forever.

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js-owningsarahAs soon as Sarah finished greeting the last man, Jesse moved in behind her, pulling her against his body, her back to his front. He ran his hands up her arms before settling them on her shoulders. At that blatant gesture of possession, all conversation died and six pairs of eyes bored into her. Wow. She was surrounded by eight strong, powerful, confident men. Men who had survived harsh, primitive conditions. Men who had experienced the brutality of combat and undertaken untold numbers of dangerous missions, all to keep America free. Men whose exploits would never be recognized or acknowledged, who were heroes in the truest sense of the word.

Men who gave new meaning to the term sexy, even if they weren’t particularly handsome. There was nothing handsome about Bulldog, for instance. Yet….wow. The sinuous, animalistic grace of his movements, the air of command he exuded were both undeniably sexy. To a man, these Spec Ops soldiers were tanned, fit, confident, powerful…masculine. These men were potent. The testosterone they exuded was so strong it was almost palpable, a living, breathing thing.

Wow.

Nearly overcome by a sudden bout of near-crippling shyness, Sarah stiffened her spine and gave them what she hoped was a confident smile. “It’s lovely to meet you, and I hope you all can stay for dinner, although I’m not sure what we’ll have. We’ve been eating so much take-out lately, there’s nothing in the refrigerator but a bunch of science experiments on the properties of mold.”

“And beer,” Adam piped up. “There’s always plenty of that.”

“Right,” Sarah agreed tongue-in-cheek. “Science experiments on the properties of yeast.” Her smile faded. “Like I said, you’re all invited to stay for dinner. But why do I get the feeling that this is not a social call? You’re not here for dinner, are you? You’re here because of Ryder Malone.”

“I see we’ve come to the question and answer portion of the evening,” Jesse murmured, squeezing her shoulders gently before dropping a kiss on the top of her head.

“Speaking of beer,” Adam interjected brightly, turning on his heel and moving toward the kitchen, “who wants one?” Everyone except Sarah and Jesse followed him out there. Turning her to face him, he let go of her arms and lifted his right hand to tuck an errant, mink-brown curl behind her ear.

She tilted her chin to look up at him. “This is about a hell of a lot more than just vandalizing my bedroom, isn’t it? What’s going on, Jesse?”

His fingers stilled, warm against her skin, sending a shiver through her. Aware of the undisguised interest on the parts of the men filtering back into the room, beer bottles in hand, they struggled to fight the sudden heat blazing between them. “Don’t worry about dinner, baby,” Jesse said in an effort to divert her attention, “It’s all taken care of. I’ve ordered a Pig-Out Feast for Twelve from Porky’s Bar-B-Q.”

“But,” she spread her hand in confusion, “there’s only nine of us.”

He just chuckled. “Obviously you haven’t seen these guys eat. Anyway, they’ll be deliverin’ it in around”—he glanced at his watch—“half an hour or so, so be on the look-out while we finish up—”

“Finish up what?” she interrupted quietly, refusing to be diverted. “Answer my questions, Jesse, and stop trying to protect me from the big, bad world out there. I know what’s out there, remember? I see it every day in court. So, why are they here? What could Ryder Malone possibly have done to merit a response like this? An entire SEAL team? Really? Don’t you think that’s just a little bit over the top? Like sending a Cruise missile to take down a gnat?”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, they’re no longer SEALs,” he offered lamely, lifting one shoulder in a slight shrug.

“Oh, well, that’s certainly a relief.”

“Sarah—“”

“Who are they, Jesse? Aside from the biggest, scariest, meanest-looking, bad-ass, uber-macho bunch of guys I’ve ever laid eyes on? Some sort of clandestine, super-covert, black-ops commando group that’s so Top-Secret not even the President knows about them?”

Everyone froze. Seven pairs of eyes were suddenly riveted on her. Her mouth dropped open as realization sank in.

“Oh. My. God!”

Her entire body solidified.

“Holy shit,” Bill Payton muttered, his beer bottle halted in mid-air, halfway to his mouth.

“Told you she was smart,” Jesse muttered back.

Sarah just stared up at him, dumbfounded.

Oh.

My.

God!

Omigod!

“Jesse—”

“It’s okay, baby.”

“It’s okay? It’s okay?” Seized with a sudden need to shiver, she crossed her arms over her breasts. “How can this possibly be okay? What, exactly, makes this okay?”

“Well, for one thing, I’m pretty sure the President knows about us,” Jay offered helpfully, patting her shoulder as he passed her on his way to the couch.

“Looks like she’ll be coming to the meeting.” Adam joined them, grinning, holding out a frosty bottle of beer. She just stared at it pointedly until, shrugging, he withdrew it.

“What meeting?” she wanted to know.

“The meetin’ that’s startin’ right now,” Jesse said grimly, grabbing her by the elbow and steering her unresistingly toward the sofas and chairs gathered around the stone fireplace.

“C’mon, sweet pea.” Adam latched onto her other elbow and they led her to one end of a brown leather sofa where they sat with her tucked snugly between them. The other six men spread out on the other sofa across from them, the oversized ottoman, and in the two club chairs.

Jesse turned his attention to Bill Payton. “Okay, Wildfire, it’s your show,” Jesse said before relaxing back against the cushions himself. Conversation died as they all turned their attention to Bill “Wildfire” Payton, who cleared his throat, and looked directly at Sarah. “Sorry to bring this to your doorstep, Sarah. But it appears that your boy Malone is one seriously bad dude.”

About the Author

IMG_2358Julie has always loved stories, both reading and writing them, ever since she was old enough to hold a book in her hands. One of her favorite childhood activities was smuggling books under the covers to read by flashlight after she was supposed to be asleep.

A career as a children’s librarian eventually led to her dream career as a freelance storyteller and puppeteer, a business she operated successfully for twenty-five years. During that time she created and wrote all the original material for a monthly language arts newsletter full of poems, songs, puppet and flannel-board stories, fingerplays, and other resource material for early childhood educators. For that endeavor she won the prestigious EDPRESS Award for the best educational newsletter of 1982.  She has also written other resource materials for preschool and early elementary teachers.

After moving more than two dozen times in her life, Julie lives in a suburb of Atlanta, Georgia.  Now widowed and retired, she once again has time to devote to her two favorite things—reading and writing—especially her new love, erotic romances.

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Elle Hill and “Hunted Dreams”

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Turning Conventions Inside Out

by Elle Hill

In Hunted Dreams, my male protagonist, Reed Jayvyn, is also a villain. In the Hunted Series universe, two groups remain locked in a centuries-long civil war: The Broschi (also called “Leeches”), beings who feed off humans’ powerful emotions, and the Clan, superhuman beings – comprised by female Hunters and male Psychics – who make it their sacred duty to protect humans from the Broschi.

Reed is a Leech. He feeds off intense, negative human emotions the way you or I might snack on a ripe grapefruit. You can imagine, then, how he might feel when he encounters Katana, a woman trapped in a seemingly endless loop of nightmares. Some serious psychic pizza, right?

Cover_HuntedDreamsReed is a good guy, though, or at least he tries to be. He hates his heritage, and he wants to help Katana escape. If only it didn’t taste so yummy to visit her in dreamland…

I loved writing this book. In my novels, heroes aren’t always heroic and villains don’t always twirl their mustaches and plot world domination. I like the gray areas, just as I like turning conventions on their heads. In my first two novels, Hunted and Hunted Past, we see the Leeches through the eyes of Hunters. As in most wars, the Hunters and Psychics have objectified their enemy, the Leeches, stripped them of their personhood in order to kill them cleanly and without conscience. In Hunted Dreams, we spend the entire book surrounded by Leeches. We get to know them; we can no longer objectify them. In the meantime, the Clan, the ones we might think of as the white hats, hurt innocent people in their zeal to rid the world of Leeches. No one is quite who they seem to be.

I’m also pretty fond of messing with gender conventions. Reed is pretty invested in rescuing Katana from her nightmare world, and she’s just as convinced she can and should do it on her own, thank you very much. Now, that doesn’t mean Reed and Katana don’t help one another on their journeys; instead of heroes, though, they’re one another’s support staff.

Oh, and did I mention the plus-sized woman gets the hot guy in the end?

About Hunted Dreams

A woman trapped in an endless cycle of nightmares. A handsome hero committed to rescuing her. It’s just like Sleeping Beauty – except the dreaming damsel is the sword wielder and the hero is a psychic vampire feeding off her pain.

Her history, her whereabouts, her name: She knows nothing. Nothing but her current reality: a constant stream of horrific, surrealistic scenarios in which she fights not only monsters and unseen attackers but also her own pain and despair.

Reed Jayvyn is an ex-Army vet, penniless and living in his truck. After saving a young man from attackers, he finds himself embroiled in a superhuman drama between the Broschi and the Clan, two groups engaged in a centuries-long war. Worse, he finds he is one of them—a Broschi, a psychic vampire that feeds off the pain of humans. But Reed’s greatest surprise comes each night, when he finds himself dreaming of a fierce, nameless woman.

She is dreaming. So says the handsome man who uses his heretofore latent psychic ability to flicker in and out of her dreamscape. With Reed’s help, she slowly learns more about who she is, why she is here, what trauma in her past keeps her locked inside her mind. Meanwhile, Reed explores his own heritage, discovering enemies and allies in unexpected places.

But most important to Reed is freeing this woman caught in an endless loop of nightmares, someone he considers in every way to be the woman of his dreams.

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“Who are you? What do you have to do with”—she jerked her head toward the wall—“this?”

Reed gestured to the sky, the walls, the buildings that crowded around them at unnatural angles. “This is your world,” he said, “not mine. I’m just a bit player. Somehow you pulled me into your subconscious playground.”

She drew her breath in sharply, and her nostrils flared. “Are you saying this is a dream?” she all but whispered.

Surprised, Reed nodded. “Yeah. Didn’t you know?”

She shook her head. “I didn’t know where this was. I considered a dream, but why don’t I ever wake up?”

Forgetting the sword, Reed took a step toward her. She threw him a cautious look but didn’t say anything. “It’s just a dream,” he said. “You do wake up. You just don’t remember it. You’re sleeping right now, just like me. The only mystery is how you dragged me into—”

“You’re wrong,” she said hoarsely. “I don’t wake up, not ever. I just flow from one scene to another.”

“Girl, you’re dreaming,” he soothed. “Dreams make us think weird shit, forget the waking world. In ten minutes you’ll move on to another sleep stage and forget all about this conversation.”

He heard her painful exhale. She tilted her head at him. The movement caught a ray of light, and he could see her eyes sparkled with a haze of tears. “I’m not wrong or crazy. If this is a dream, I can’t wake up.”

About the Author

AuthorPicAn inveterate fan of fairy tales, particularly the darker ones, Elle pens paranormal romance. Her urban fantasies envision an alternate Los Angeles (or is it?) in which Leeches — scheming psychic vampires — and Hunters and Psychics — the beings that exist to thwart them — fight fierce, primal battles in the land of movie stars, silicone, and sunshine.

Born in Idaho during the height of disco, Elle Hill now chicken-pecks at the keyboard while rocking out to Donna Summer and KC and the Sunshine Band. She worked in Idaho for several years as a secretary and journalist before moving to California and selling her soul to academia. After receiving her PhD in Sociology, Elle Hill became a not-so-mild-mannered college instructor by night and a community activist during the remainder of her waking hours. Always a journalist and writer at heart, one of her favorite pastimes includes publishing commentary on the political and social states of the world; some of her thoughts are posted on her blog at ellehillauthor.blogspot.com.

Elle welcomes visitors to her website at www.ellehill.com. She also urges everyone to become a superhero and adopt their next non-human companion from a local animal shelter.

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Danita Minnis and “Love Entwined”

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About Love Entwined

Run, little witch…

Amelie Laurent is on her way to the top of the jewelry designing world with no time for men. Her orderly life is about to come undone when playboy and jewelry tycoon Roman Cardiff steals her away on assignment to a remote English estate. Roman wants Amelie all to himself but St. Clair Manor’s resident ghost has been waiting for her much longer than he has.

Run home…

An unseen gunman takes a shot at Roman and he blames a business rival. But Amelie and Roman are to blame, for falling in love 200 years before in a time neither of them remember.

From the heartbreak of pre-Revolutionary France to modern day corporate wars, Amelie and Roman uncover a history of blood jewels, lust and demons.

Good witch, bad witch, you must decide…

When Amelie discovers her inner witch she learns the real reason she was summoned to St. Clair Manor. Il Dragone will kill to get her back. Amelie will kill if they do.

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Amelie faced Mr. Cardiff. Folding her arms, she acknowledged what had passed between them and accepted his dare. “It would be my pleasure.”

Harold gave her an odd look and guided her to the divan as if she needed some guidance, which only served to irk her more. “You will be in good hands with Amelie. Did you know that she was lead designer behind Bijou’s Artisan Collection?”

“I had no idea.” There was a slight edge to Mr. Cardiff’s tone, but it was nothing compared to the arrogance that frosted his eyes. “And how is our old friend Garamonde?”

Was it possible to hate someone at first sight?

Cover_LoveEntwined“Still old, I suppose.

Harold coughed, and she refused to look at him. She would stare Mr. Cardiff down until closing time, if need be.

As quickly as his eyes had frosted, they warmed up again with amusement.

She could not quell the sinking feeling she had lost control of the situation. She suspected it had never been in her possession in the first place. But now that the fateful words of acceptance were out of her mouth, the wind went out of her sails.

Mr. Cardiff smiled as smoothly as he had just engineered this desired outcome. He sat down on the other end of the sofa and stretched long, muscular legs out. They nearly reached the desk Harold leaned against. A swimmer’s physique, she thought and then shut that errant thought down as quickly as it had surfaced. “Excellent,” he said. “When will you be ready to leave for St. Clair Manor?”

“Mr. Cardiff, this is highly irregular. I cannot be contracted out…” She looked at Harold.

He shrugged.

She schooled her voice back to a modicum of professionalism.

“Mr. Cardiff, we have everything we need here at Penrod’s to do the job. I can forward the sketches to you in just a few weeks’ time.”

Harold cleared his throat and belatedly, she realized what he was going to say.

“Actually, Amelie, we are also contracted for a refurbishment project.”

Merde, it would take months.

She had gone from the verge of resigning her position to yet another commitment, to him, no less.

About the Author

DanitaMinnisI should have known I would end up here…

My sisters and I walked ten blocks to the library every Saturday morning and picked up books to read for the week.

When I was older, I spent a couple of hundred dollars at Barnes & Noble and my mother thought I was crazy. I couldn’t deny it – I just had to read (but I became sort of a closet-book-buyer after that).  I started writing poems first

Song writing was next, when I realized I had a singing voice, then singing with local bands. It wasn’t long before I just knew I was going to be the next singing sensation.

And now, here I am, a shower-singer (the enclosed tile room is almost as good as a studio mike) and happier than I’ve ever been, writing paranormal romance with a healthy portion of mystery, murder and reincarnation. It’s romance through the ages.

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Kathryn J. Bain and “Beautiful Imperfection”

An Inspirational Nude Scene?

 Can an inspirational book really have a nude scene and still be a Christian book? I believe the answer to that question is yes. If it is done tastefully, and there is nothing sexual about the scene.

For those not familiar with my writing, I am an inspirational author. Most of my books have a Christian theme to them. Even in my secular books, I mention God. He’s such an important part of my life, it’s hard not to put Him in a book.

However, in my latest release Beautiful Imperfection, there was a need for a scene where my heroine Teddy Federline takes off her shirt and looks at herself in the mirror. You see, she is dealing with the aftermath of breast cancer and feels deformed. I had to let the reader see what she was seeing in order for them to know why she feels that way.

In the scene, Teddy is alone. There is no sexual stimulation. Instead I tried to make it emotional. My Christian publisher seems to think I accomplished that.

In fact, I tried to make her breast cancer more about emotion than the scar on her chest. Because that’s really what the disease is. It’s about not feeling like a woman. Fear that your husband will no longer want to have sex with you. Fear you could still die. These are all thoughts survivors of breast cancer live with.

BeautifulImperfection_w11186_680The scene where Teddy is partially nude shows how fragile she’s become. Teddy is determined to beat the killer after her. Yet at that moment, she almost wishes he would catch her and finish her off.

There are times in our own lives where we feel like we can’t go on. All the junk thrown at us makes us want to quit. We just need to hold tight. It’s amazing how things change in a twenty-four hour period.

I’m not sure how this scene will play out with Christians. Some can be pretty staunch when it comes to things like this. I’m not too worried about the criticism I know I’ll receive. I’m actually prepared for it

The most important thing I want is for women who have dealt with breast cancer to feel good about themselves. Too see that the scar across their chest isn’t a scar, but “a badge of courage.” If only one woman comes away feeling better about herself, I think I’ve done the job God asked me to as an author.

P.S.: A portion of the sales from the book in 2013 will go to the Breast Cancer Research Foundation. For more information on the organizations, visit: http://www.bcrfcure.org/

About Beautiful Imperfection

197597_1007733841260_1462365699_13278_7836_n[1]When witnesses to a mass murder start dying, breast cancer survivor Teddy Federline must push aside her anger and trust an ex-boyfriend to ensure she lives long enough to testify against the killer.

Detective Sloan Michaels still has deep feelings for Teddy but realizes that after the way he left her years ago, he has a lot of making up to do. Now, he must keep his focus on the case and off the woman he loves. If Sloan doesn’t keep Teddy safe, he’ll never get a second chance.

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