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Daisy Harris and “After the Rain”


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About After the Rain

They’re going to need a bigger tent.

Henri’s list of bad exes is as long as his arm, but nothing prepared him for his latest, heart-stomping breakup. He thought he couldn’t feel more abandoned, until his ride for a group camping trip bails, leaving him stuck driving for hours with a guy who is absolutely not his type.

After breaking up with his girlfriend of five years, firefighter Logan is working up the nerve to explore his interest in men. He knows he’s gay. He just hasn’t had the guts to do anything about it…until now.

Henri’s big-city attitude and tight jeans push every last one of Logan’s buttons, and when he and Henri have to share a tent, Logan is thrilled. He should have realized Pacific Northwest weather would get wet—forcing them to strip naked. Though the steam between them is thicker than coastal fog, Henri’s not sure he can let himself fall for another man. Not even the guy who finally treats him right.

Warning: Contains bad ex-boyfriends, even worse weather, and more than your average amount of sex in a tent. May not be suitable for those with germ phobias, outdoor aversions or fear of damp shoes.




Cover_AftertheRainLogan pulled off his helmet, and Henri did the same. There was a moment when their eyes met, Logan grinning and Henri grinning right back. Henri realized Logan was going to kiss him a split second before it happened.

Henri jerked to get out of the way before their lips touched, and though Logan’s kiss landed at Henri’s hairline, a thrill of panic still ran through him. No way. Herpes! Logan couldn’t kiss him, and Henri definitely couldn’t kiss Logan back. Plenty of other guys would have taken the risk—especially if it was just a kiss—but Henri couldn’t.

“Oh.” Logan froze, his breath still in Henri’s hair. Slowly, he stepped back. “I’m sorry.”

“No. It’s fine.” Henri held his hands palms up, wishing he could explain in a few words, but the guys on the ridge above were already calling to them, hollering that it was time for lunch.

“I didn’t mean…” Logan turned away, hiding his expression. “I just mean it’s no big deal.” Shoulders curled forward, Logan headed up the stairs.

“Logan,” Henri called after him. He hated this. If things were different, he would have been on Logan from the second he saw what he was hiding under his shirt. He would have kissed him and even given his dick a squeeze for good measure. Now he’d be stuck with half explanations all weekend. “Wait up.”

About the Author

AuthorPicBirkenstock-wearing glamour girl and mother of two by immaculate conception, Daisy Harris still isn’t sure if she writes erotica. Her romances start out innocently enough. However, her characters behave like complete sluts. Much to Miss Harris’s dismay the sex tends to get completely out of hand.

She writes about fantastical creatures and about young men getting their freak on, and she’s never missed an episode of The Walking Dead.

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Cristin Harber and Winter’s Heat

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Winter’s Heat

by Cristin Harber

 About Winter’s Heat

After putting her life on the line to protect classified intelligence, military psychologist Mia Kensington is on a cross-country road trip from hell with an intrusive save-the-day hero. Uninterested in his white knight act, she’d rather take her chances without the ruggedly handsome, cold-blooded operative who boasts an alpha complex and too many guns.

Colby Winters, an elite member of The Titan Group, has a single objective on his black ops mission: recover a document important to national security. It was supposed to be an easy in-and-out operation. But now, by any means necessary becomes a survival mantra when he faces off with a stunning woman he can’t leave behind.

When Titan’s safe houses are compromised, Colby stashes Mia at his home, exposing his secret—he’s the adoptive father of an orphaned baby girl. Too soon, danger arrives and Mia lands in the hands of a sadistic cartel king with a taste for torture. As hours bleed into fear-drenched days, Colby races across the globe and through a firestorm of bullets to save the woman he can’t live without.


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First Kiss Between Colby Winters and Mia Kensington. They’re in a truck, driving down a deserted highway after a gunfight.

MEDIA KIT CristinHarber_WintersHeat_2500px (2).jpgShe smelled like vanilla and sugar, even after the hell she’d been through that day. Her soft hair brushed up against his bare bicep. Unsettled need prickled down his neck. His throat tightened, and fire ran to his groin.

“Mia…” Distraction and anticipation stole words from his lips.

His heart pounded loud in his chest, fighting for his attention. With each flutter of her eyelashes and innocent movement against his skin, his tension spiked. It was shocking. He was on the job. There was no time for distraction. Losing control was unheard of. Unacceptable.

His arm was cemented around her shoulder, and it wasn’t moving. He stared as the broken white lines on the highway passed in quick revolutions, one right after another. The hum of the truck’s engine poked at his concentration.

He needed to get out of this truck. He needed cool, fresh air to cover him. Right now. Deep, mind-clearing breaths were in order as soon as possible. Anything to get his disciplined mind back to what it did best—analyze, act, accomplish.

Winters made a sharp exit off the highway onto an unlit ramp. He jammed on the brakes. Gravel spit from under the truck. The back end skidded and fishtailed before it came to a stop. His heart thumped. His throat tightened. The faint scent of burned rubber filtered into the pickup cab.

Oh, what the hell. No way was he getting out of this truck.

As fast as he pulled off the road, he brought her close to his face, and without even a second to hover over her, he crushed his lips onto hers. Her tense mouth gasped a breath, then melted. The hot caress of her tongue sent explosions from his chest to the palms of his hands. The pounding in his heart didn’t get any better. It only pushed his racing pulse faster, making it gallop wild, as intoxicating rockets flamed inside him.

Insanity. She was delicious insanity.

In between breathless pants, wicked want fired. Her lips were full. Her kiss was better than he expected, and hell, he expected a whole lot. She stoked him faster than he could ever remember. A kiss unlike any other kiss. There was no denying that.

He knotted a hand in her hair, held her to him, and devoured her. The press of her silken flesh made him hunger for more. His breathing deteriorated into a desperate rasp of torture. With each inhalation, he smelled, tasted, and consumed feminine beauty. This angel was a vixen in disguise, and God help him, he wanted her.

Her small hands wrapped into his T-shirt, then she stroked his stomach, flexing her fingertips against the fabric and straining against him. He dropped his lips to her neck, and she moaned. That perfect purr fanned his desperation. Her goose bumps flashed under his tongue’s caress, and she shuddered with each whipping kiss.

She tasted of sweat and tear gas, of soft woman, and carnal ambition. There wasn’t a timid thing about Mia. Who was he to assume what she wanted? To think she needed soothing and caring? It seemed all she needed was him. Hard. Tough. Possessive.

About the Author

MEDIA KIT fb cristin.jpgMOM. WIFE. AUTHOR.

Lover of all things sexy and happily ever after.

I live outside Washington, DC with my family: my husband (who doesn’t mind my collection of book boyfriends), an independent toddler, and an English bulldog named Britta who loves to be a conversation piece. Oh, we have a baby on the way—arriving about the same time as Winter’s Heat debuts!

I love southern food, listen to country music, am always too hot or too cold, and spend hours reading and writing. I cheer on my University of Louisville Cardinals-GO CARDS! When I’m not pregnant (or nursing), I like a little bourbon or sweet wine. Pregnant or not, I love a lot of chocolate.

I can’t save the world, so instead, I write about those that do. There’s a special place in my heart for those who keep us safe. My Titan series debuts this fall with five titles available in 2013: WINTERS HEAT, GARRISON’S CREED, WESTIN’S CHASE, CHASED, and GAMBLED.


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Lori Ryan and “Negotiation Tactics”


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Susana: If a publisher offered to fly you anywhere in the world to research a book, where would you go and why?

Lori: What a fun question! And, as usual, I have more than one answer.

Nantucket Island would be high on my list. I love small town romances but small town on an island? So much fun! I went to Nantucket as a child but I don’t remember much so I’d want to go back again to really get a feel for it.

Italy would be nest on my list. I mean, who doesn’t love a romance novel set in a beautiful olive grove in Italy with details about little cobblestone streets and restaurants with Gnocchi that melts in your mouth the way it should. And, wine! Oh, the wine. Yup, Italy is high on the list for me!

Then, I think maybe it would be fun to hit somewhere like Greece and write a story about ancient artifacts that go missing or a mystery surrounding an ancient culture. I think the colors and the architecture and the winding hills of Greece would be so inspirational.

But, go take a look at pictures of the Phi Phi Islands in Thailand and tell me that’s not the most beautiful setting for a romance novel in the world? Come on, Google it! See what I’m talking about?

Leave a comment to tell me where you would go! 

About Negotiation Tactics: Book Three in the Sutton Capital Series

Cover_Negotiation TacticsFans of the Sutton Capital Series have been waiting for Jennie and Chad’s story for a long time and they won’t be disappointed! And, new readers are sure to fall in love with the series.

After the crushing heartache of losing her husband at a harshly young age, Jennie Evans had finally found a place to call home. She had a job she loved and new friends to support her. With the exception of having to continuously fight off the feelings she had for Chad Thompson, she was happy again. As happy as she could be anyway. When Jennie’s well-meaning friends meddle in her life, they send her world into a tailspin once again. Soon, she’s on the run from some very dangerous people with the one man she doesn’t want to be with.

Chad Thompson has loved Jennie from afar for the last year, but he’s maintained control. Jennie’s made it clear she wants nothing to do with him and he won’t cross the line she’s drawn in the sand. Until she asks him to. And, when that happens, their world is turned upside down. Chad’s left scrambling to keep Jennie safe as he tries to right their world again. Unfortunately, Chad has to accept the fact that his heart is likely to be crushed in the process and nothing will ever be the same again.




Chad suppressed a grin as he watched Jennie. At the moment, Jennie and Chad were in the pool at Kelly and Jack’s house, where everyone had gathered for one last party before the baby arrived. Chad stood on one side of a volleyball net and Jennie stood on the other. Somewhere along the way, he’d forgotten what Jennie was arguing about, but he didn’t care. Chad loved to see her fiery eyes sparkle as she fisted small hands on her hips and lit into him. She barely reached his chest, but she should get points for trying. Jennie tossed her head, flinging her strawberry-blond curls out behind her and kept right on going.

Chad loved this side of Jennie. She was bold and brash and confident. She was feisty and fun loving and nothing seemed to frighten her. Not many women Jennie’s size – a mere 5’4” and 115 pounds – would try the things she did with Chad. At 6’4” and about 265 pounds of pure muscle, there weren’t many people who treated Chad the way Jennie did. Jennie taunted and teased Chad at every turn, almost as if she were two or three feet taller than him.

Chad knew why she did it. They both felt the wild attraction that sizzled between them and they both worked hard to control it. With so many mutual friends, coupled with the fact that they worked together all day during the week, they couldn’t avoid seeing one another. So Jennie seemed to deal with things by throwing her saucy, cheeky attitude at him all the time. It was almost as if she tried to keep their interactions superficial, never going deeper than the surface. If she was busy yelling at him or taunting him, there wasn’t any room for anything else.

About the Author

AuthorPicLori is an award winning author and stay-at-home mom. Her second book, Penalty Clause, won first place in the romance category in Lucky Cinda Publishing’s Annual Global Writer’s Contest in 2013.

Lori has had a number of careers before embarking on her newest adventure of writing novels. After graduating from the University of Connecticut School of Law, she practiced law for three years, working primarily in the areas of utilities law and intellectual property litigation.

More recently, Lori owned and operated a dog training business in Austin, Texas, where she specialized in aggression and became an expert in the field of dog bite analysis. Lori sold her dog training business in 2013 and is now a full time writer and mother of two.

Lori still lives in Austin with her husband — who is endlessly supportive of her changing career paths — and her two children, one cat, and three dogs.


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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.




“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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Dakota Manning and “Fire On Ice”


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About Fire On Ice

He’s Fire on Ice and she’s afraid to get burned again…

After Taylor Thompson’s heart was completely shattered by her high school’s most popular jock, she vowed never to date another athlete. She keeps that promise through her first three years of college. But after a chance meeting with a star hockey player, the charming and irresistible Kian Kavanagh, Taylor’s carefully constructed walls are in serious danger of being burned down by Mr. Fire on Ice.




I shook my head and glanced around the club. Runt was right about one thing: the kids who frequented this place were loaded. Most of them were wearing top notch designer clothes and sporting hundred dollar haircuts. I grew up dirt poor, lucky to have second hand clothes from the donation bin and the occasional coupon-day haircut at Super Cuts. Even now, I didn’t like to waste money even though I was earning good coin. I knew there was a big chance my hockey career could be cut short, so I saved as much as I could for my future, which I hoped would someday be a sports bar, if I saved enough and was smart with investing.

As I glanced around the bar at the sea of perfect young faces, I spotted a girl sitting by herself at a small table in the corner. She was looking in my direction but when our eyes met, she quickly looked down and started reading a book.

What the hell?

Who reads a book in a bar, I wondered. I was intrigued.

Cover_Fire on Ice Front FinalThe first thing I noticed about her was her beautiful wavy brown hair. The long waves were tucked behind her ears, which were decorated with a single pink pearl in each center. She was wearing a flowered blouse tied over a black tank top and a long black skirt. It was such an odd outfit to be wearing at a bar. She looked like she was ready for a stroll through a museum or art gallery. Most girls at bars tried to show as much skin and body parts as humanly possible. They left little to the imagination. But this girl had her arms and legs completely covered.

I could tell she was different and I wanted to know why.

I tipped back the rest of my beer, put the empty glass on the bar and made my way over to the girl. I just couldn’t get over the fact she was reading a book in a bar. It was such a strange sight. As I got closer, I noticed the book was a lot thicker than I initially thought. A textbook? Who studies at a bar?

She didn’t even have a drink in front of her. She was just intent on reading her book.

I stood next to her table and cleared my throat to get her attention. When she glanced up at me, her expression was neutral.

“Hey,” I said and gave her a quick smile.

She just stared at me. I have to admit, it kind of freaked me out. I was used to girls doing most of the work. Usually all I had to do was decide if I wanted to take them home or not.

Her hazel brown eyes were completely captivating. I felt like I was swimming in the deep end of two delicious pools. I gulped and suddenly couldn’t think of anything to say. The girl made me nervous and I never got nervous. All I could do was stare into her beautiful brown eyes.

“What do you want?” she said finally. The question wasn’t mean; it was like she was really curious why I was standing there.

“I was just wondering what you were reading.” As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I knew I sounded like a complete asshole.

And why was I second guessing myself? That was not like me at all. From the time I was fourteen, and started to really show off on the ice, girls dropped their panties for me with little more than a wink and a winning smile on my part.

But this girl was different. When she looked at me, it was like she was looking right through me, like she could see into every part of my mind and soul. And that scared the hell out of me because there was a lot going on in there that I never wanted anyone to see.

 About the Author

AvatarDakota Madison has been writing since she learned to read and fell in love with books. When she’s not at her computer creating spicy new romances, Dakota is traveling to exotic locales or spending time with her husband and their bloodhounds.



“The Eyes of Love” by Angelina Rose

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About The Eyes of Love  

After a tragic loss five years ago, Sally Overby becomes an attorney in Atlanta. She convinces herself that all she’ll ever need again is her young son, David, and her life as an attorney. Until one day, Colin Dean barges back into her life and promptly blows her safe world apart, driving her crazy as only a guy she’d had a “school girl crush” on can.

Sally is wary to love deeply. Only, with every loving look Colin gives her plus every sweet kiss, as the attraction between them sparks, she can’t help but wonder if she’s met the one she should be with. And although Colin didn’t realize his life was going to change so quickly, amazingly, he isn’t the least bit interested in fighting that change. Instead, he’s gearing up for a different fight altogether. The one for Sally’s heart.

Will Colin be able to convince her that’s it safe to love him… and that forever isn’t really out of reach?

The Eyes of Love is a novella… so you can enjoy it in just one day!


MEDIA KIT Book CoverA hush fell over the room for a moment as Stephanie appeared with Jazz trailing behind her. She was wearing a skin tight black dress with stiletto heels which was typical Stephanie fashion. She wanted nothing more than to be the center of attention like she always had been.

Without missing a beat, Stephanie walked straight over to Colin. Sally was shocked.

“Hello, Colin…” she purred as she ignored Sally completely. “You look sexy tonight, as always.” She smiled seductively as Colin looked away. “Who’s your friend?”

“None of your business, Steph. Leave me alone.”

“Oohhh…. Did I touch a nerve, sweetie?” she asked as she reached out to touch his chest.

“Don’t touch me, Stephanie. I’m warning you. Why don’t you go back to Jazz?”

“Oh. Jazz. Boring…” she sang. “We’re not together anymore, just so you know…” she whispered in a husky voice. Colin held onto Sally’s hand for dear life. She had to do something.

“Stephanie, don’t you remember me?” she asked grinning from ear to ear as she slid into Colin’s side. He put his arm around her and stared down in shock at what she was about to say.

“I don’t know you,” Stephanie said looking her up and down.

“Wow. Age is really doing a number on your brain,” Sally said.

“Who are you?” Stephanie snapped. Jazz stood a few feet back obviously trying to hear the conversation.

“I’m your worst nightmare,” Sally growled as she came almost nose to nose with Stephanie, her attorney public speaking skills getting ready to display themselves. She pulled the name tag from her purse without breaking eye contact and held it up. “You see, I’m the nerd that you and your cronies bullied through high school.”

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About the Author

MEDIA KIT Author PhotoAngelina Rose has wanted to write ever since she could hold a pencil. The first daughter of immigrant parents, Angelina had her head buried in books, lost in a world of heroes, heroines and exotic places.

It was a shocking experience that jump-started Angelina’s author career.

“I awoke in the ICU… I had been unconscious for several days,” Angelina says.

In 2010, Angelina had a long stint in hospital following her involvement in a motor vehicle accident: the longest time off work (as a Registered Nurse), she’d ever had in her life!

It was then she took up pen and paper and started to write again, just as she had done when she was a child. She wrote four short fiction stories for young adults, entered them in several competitions, and managed to win three first prizes!

After happily dipping her toes into writing those short fiction stories for young adults, Angelina has now authored four books in a new “Mill Creek Crossing Romance” series… contemporary romance intended for adults.

The “Starting Over Series” is another contemporary romance series she wrote about a subject she knows well… nurses and their love life. At a recent reunion of her graduating class, she could not help but notice how the same girls would group together and laugh, chat, and even shed some tears over their lives since graduating. Many of the girls had divorced… so Angelina thought “what if a group of the nurses came up with a plan to meet in two years and have a new love story to share?” Then the first story in the series was born.

There is always a story running around in her head. A man with thick dark hair, gray-blue eyes, with an engaging smile and a quick wit… or a girl crying over a broken relationship. She finds herself talking to these characters during her day: when she’s doing dishes, or bathing babies at the hospital. These characters crop up on days at the beach or on walks through the neighborhood. This is how the stories start to grow.

Angelina’s mother was an author, so Angelina grew up with a love of words and stories. If she wasn’t writing a short story about something that took her fancy, her head was buried in books… reading, reading, reading, as her brother constantly told her…

sketchAngelina RoseWhen she’s not spending time with her good-looking man, or quality time with her laptop, she’s working at the hospital, hanging out with her family and friends, or walking her two dogs around the neighborhood. Angelina spends as much time as she can traveling, then coming home and including some of those adventures in her stories.

Angelina really loves to hear from her readers and she invites you to connect with her on Facebook as she interacts daily with her readers there!

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Christina Tetrault and “The Billionaire Princess”


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About The Billionaire Princess

She was raised as an American Princess.

Following the betrayal of a former lover, Sara Sherbrooke swore off relationships, too afraid she would be used again. Instead she has devoted all her energy to succeeding in politics without relying on her family name. That is until one night in Hawaii with her brother’s best friend Christopher Hall.

He is a self-made billionaire.

Technological genius and CEO of Hall Technology, Christopher Hall first met Sara Sherbrooke when he and Jake Sherbrooke were college roommates. While attending Jake’s wedding in Hawaii, Christopher is reintroduced to Sara, a beauty who was once way out of his league. But now as the most eligible bachelor in Silicon Valley, the only thing stopping Christopher from pursuing Sara is the thought of betraying his best friend.

As they work together to promote a new education initiative, neither can deny the attraction between them. But will their growing romance be worth all of the consequences?


Cover_The Billionaire Princess“Really? I didn’t recognize any of them.”

He couldn’t stop himself from leaning closer. “Then you don’t listen to the right music. I’ll have to introduce you to some good music.”

The moon provided just enough light for him to see her eyes searching his face for something. “I might hold you to that,” she said teasingly.

His eyes dropped to her lips, and he watched as her tongue darted out to moisten them. Overhead the first volley of fireworks exploded, but the sound barely registered through the haze surrounding him. Christopher leaned toward her as if pulled by an invisible magnet.

“Anytime.” He tried to remember all the reasons he shouldn’t kiss her again, but his brain refused to concentrate on anything except her lips. Lips he had every intention of tasting again unless she stopped him. It hadn’t been his plan for this evening. He wanted her to have time and space to consider things. Yet he knew it was now inevitable.  Only two things would prevent it, Sara herself or the end of the world.

Another firework exploded overhead but neither turned to look. Both focused only on each other. Reaching out he placed a hand on her shoulder, her skin warm and smooth like velvet beneath his palm. Slowly he pulled her toward him. “If you want me to stop, tell me now.” He managed to get out as he lowered his head toward Sara.

She answered with a simple shake of her head.

“Good,” he spoke the single word before settling his lips on hers.

Her mouth tasted like the strawberries she’d had for dessert. Wrapping his arms around her waist he pulled her closer. The scent of her perfume teased his senses as she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned against him. In the night sky fireworks exploded, bathing the sky in color. Each explosion mimicked the ones going off in his head. Needing to deepen the connection, he teased the seam of her lips with his tongue until she opened them and then plunged in. Slowly, their tongues explored and mated while at the same time he dug his fingers into her thick silky hair.

As the firework display approached its finale, the sounds of the cheering crowd gradually penetrated the desire engulfing his mind. He needed to stop while he still could. One didn’t make out with a woman like Sara Sherbrooke in the middle of a very public beach surrounded by onlookers. There was no way to know who was watching. So even though it took almost all his determination, Christopher pulled his mouth away and let his hands drop to her shoulders. For a moment Sara’s eyes remained closed and her lips slightly apart. When she did open her eyes, he saw the total confusion and he knew the exact moment she realized where they were and what they’d been doing.

“I’ve been thinking a lot since yesterday,” Sara said, her eyes not meeting his.

About the Author

authorpicI wrote my first story with characters similar to those in the Sweet Valley Twins books at the age of 10 on my grandmother’s manual typewriter. As I got older my stories and characters became more mature. During my freshman year at UMass Dartmouth, I read my first romance novel and fell in love with the genre. I have been writing contemporary romance ever since.

Today I live with my husband, three beautiful daughters and two dogs in Massachusetts. Whenever I have a free moment you’ll find me either reading a romance novel or working on my most current story


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Interview With Edie Hart and “One Bad Day”

Susana: What inspired you to start writing?

Edie: I have always wanted to write and as I’ve gotten older I’ve always regretted not trying. I decided that I wasn’t getting any younger and I sat down and wrote One Bad Day

Susana: How long have you been writing?

Edie: I’ve written my whole life, but have never had anything published.

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

Edie: I’m just starting out so I don’t know if advice from me is valuable. All I can say is that you’ll never know unless you try.  😉

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

Edie: All the time. I get stuck on scenes or trying to get from point A to point B. Sometimes I take a break and it comes to me. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night with a solution. Most of the time I come up with solutions in the shower or doing something else that’s routine. It seems like it helps if I mull it over for awhile.

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

Edie: It depends on the story. I had plot come first in One Bad Day, but characters first in some of my upcoming stories.

Susana: Are you a plotter or a pantser?

Edie: I do a little of both. I write better if I have a little bit of direction, so I will do a rough outline and then start writing…  sometimes the story goes in a different direction than it was meant to.

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

Edie: The hero is lightly based on my husband.

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

Edie: I have a couple of stories going right now. I’m working on Burg’s story (Book 2 in the One Day series) and another story that just wouldn’t leave me alone.

Susana: What are you reading now?

Edie: I am reading Milly Taiden’s Wolf Fever.

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

Edie: I love Milly Taiden and Jill Shalvis. There are tons and tons of really good authors out there right now.

Susana: What is your work schedule like when writing?

Edie: Right now my schedule is hectic because my kids are home for the summer. I basically write wherever and whenever I can.  😉

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

Edie: Back when I was really little I wanted to be a genie. As I got a little older, I wanted to be a librarian. I’ve always loved books and I used to play library for hours.

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

Edie:I love cupcakes. I have a love/hate relationship with them. They taste so good, but it only takes a couple and I’m gaining weight.

Susana: Describe the “perfect hero.” What about the “perfect hero” for you?

Edie: For me the perfect hero changes with my mood.  😉  When I’m mellow, he’s romantic and charismatic, when I’m “frisky”, he’s right there with me. One of the things I love about writing is that you can make each hero someone you would love to be with, yet they are all different.

Susana: What are favorite pastimes?

Edie: I love to go to my son’s traveling little league games and my daughter’s dance performances. I love curl up with a good book and a kitty by my side (I have 3) with a bowl of moose tracks frozen yogurt.  (I’m addicted to it.)

Susana: What has been your biggest adventure to date?

Edie: I would have to say having children. It’s not what you think it’s going to be and you never know what’s going to happen from one day to the next.

Susana: What is the one modern convenience you can’t do without?

Edie: I love my Nook.  : )

About One Bad Day

one_bad_dayTessa is having one seriously bad day. After agreeing to dress as a cheesy mascot at a convention for her boss, her clothes get stolen, she gets chased through a sinister parking garage, and her apartment gets broken into and turned upside down.

Gray, an off-duty police officer, can’t resist the sexy legs he sees in costume at a hotel convention. When he catches sight of her running for her life through a dark car lot, he’s determined to find out what her story is and ends up promising to keep Tessa safe…even if that means taking her home with him.


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Gray stepped outside of the hotel ballroom hoping the air would be cooler out there. He hated stuffy gatherings. Hell, he hated weddings. How two people could think they’d love each other forever was beyond him. Gray didn’t do love. Which was why he was stag at a co-worker’s wedding. He’d originally planned to invite Monique, but several months back she’d become demanding and talked about moving into his place with hearts and flowers in her eyes. So he’d ended it. Deep down, he’d known that she didn’t really want him. She wanted any warm body that would take care of her. She had slowly been trying to mold him into some GQ tycoon, telling him what to wear, how to act, and even going as far as telling him what he needed to do career-wise.

A loud crash on the other side of the hall caught Gray’s attention. In the open ballroom across the way he saw legs. Glorious legs in strappy high heels. The beautiful legs were tangled on the floor and attached to an ass that was just as gorgeous. After taking a closer look, Gray realized that above the amazing ass was an enormous, white light bulb-shaped head with blue googly eyes. It had blonde hair and wore a glittery purple hat. The tangled-up legs and heels were flailing around in a pile of what looked like empty light bulb boxes. Several gentlemen nearby were quick to help Legs get her feet beneath her. From their smiles and laughter he could tell that they were all quite happy to be of assistance. Gray didn’t blame them.

He watched Legs find her balance in those high heels, and with a little wiggle and tug of her skirt she went on her way.

About the Author

Edie Hart was born in the Northwest suburbs of Chicago, where she now resides with her husband, two children, dog, and three cats. After spending her childhood making up stories in her head, she finally decided to put them on paper. What came of it was her first novella, One Bad Day. Edie is a die-hard romantic and believes that everyone deserves to be loved unconditionally—both in print and real life.

Edie also admits that “Edie Hart” is a pen name and an alter ego to an otherwise boring wife and mother. Edie is 20 pounds lighter, loves to skydive, travels to foreign places, and is a total sex kitten as compared to the uninteresting other half who is none of those things.

In reality the counterpart of Edie is a lackluster 40-something-year-old, whose main goal is to keep The Big One (The Boy) from torturing The Little One (The Girl). This week he hit her in the head with a 12-pack of Juicy Juice. Last week he left ravioli handprints on the back of her white T-shirt. The week before that he told her she was adopted and she believed him.

To learn more about her, and find out what The Big One and The Little One are up to, visit her via her here:

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Interview With Gisclerc Morisset, Author of “A Love Thang”

Today my guest is Gisclerc Morisset. Welcome to Susana’s Morning Room, Gisclerc!

GisclercMorissetWhat inspired you to start writing?

For as long as I could remember I’ve had an interest in creative writing. From an early age I was repeatedly recognized to be the public speaker for special events and have excelled in writing speeches. As I reflected about my career paths and pondered what I wanted to do with my life, I found myself coming back to writing and doing something with the various story ideas I always have. I finally decided one day to stop thinking about it and give it a shot. Whether or not I become successful enough to make a full time career from my writing, I plan to continue writing the story ideas I have.

How long have you been writing?

I’ve been writing for a little over five years. I took a break from my novel when I experienced some blocks with the story and became discouraged with the project.

What advice would you give to writers just starting out?

Working on your content, the actual story should be your top priority. But be sure to take some time out during the week to research on the technique of writing. There are many books available about avoiding the pitfalls that amateur writers tend to encounter. Join a couple of online groups for writers and learn from those who’ve been there before you. Look into the various marketing, promotional, and advertising actions you should be prepared to do when you’re book is finally published. Look into a “Virtual Book Tour”.

Patience is key to the publishing process. When your manuscript is done and you’ve sent it to the editor, sent it to get formatted, are awaiting the cover art to get designed, you have no control over these processes. Many times the snail pace of the process and the challenges you encounter will discourage you. But it’s all part of the process. Learn from it and do what you can to make it a smoother process the next time around.

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

I suffer from writer’s block all the time. For me writer’s block is my mind telling me that I haven’t fully thought through a particular scene, dialogue, and/or section of my story. In some cases the best thing for me to do is to walk away from my laptop for a couple of days or even a week and let my subconscious work out the solution. In other instances I try and analyze what it is that I’m having a problem writing about. If I can discover the aspect of the story that is challenging me and analyze it properly, sometimes I am able to work it. Let’s say that I’m having trouble with the dialogue in a climactic scene between two characters and I don’t know the best way to write the end of the scene. Should I have one character walk out of the room, should someone slam a door etc. Well that goes towards understanding the personalities of the characters. By analyzing their personalities and knowing what behavior is consistent to each person, I can then finish the scene. Sometimes I envision a scene and instinctively feel that it is off. Dramatically, it would be a great scene, but when I analyze the dialogue and actions of the character(s) in the scene I recognize that it’s not consistent with what has been portrayed about the character.

What comes first: the plot or the characters?

For me, plot usually comes first. I usually brainstorm a story idea and then work on the personalities and characters that would be needed to bring the plot to life.

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

It’s an emotional story at times. In writing the book, I wanted to touch upon real life situations but confront them from non-traditional viewpoints. I didn’t just want to write a romance novel because it is a genre that is very popular with the public at large, especially women. In fact I wrote this novel to challenge cheating men to think about why they cheat. Many of the male readers who have read my novel have given me very good feedback from it. I wrote this novel with the intent of provoking some real self reflection of the personal and romantic relationships that my readers have.

What are you reading now?

I’m currently reading The Greatest American Speeches. While I mostly read non-fiction, I do read some fiction from time to time. I also like to read biographies of inspirational people. Sometimes I’m just looking for something entertaining to read, to give me that warm feeling when I read about someone overcoming adversity in their life. Other times I’m looking for inspiration for some character traits and dialogue to use in a story in a future novel.

What author or authors have most influenced your writing?

There are many authors who have influenced me over the years, but two who I would say who are the most influential are Issac Asimov and Frank Herbert. Both authors come from the science fiction genre, but their stories transcend their genre. They have written stories that depict some of the most critical issues humanity deals with. While their stories deal with humanity in the far off future, they deal with themes and plots that involve love and romance, suspense, politics and drama that I have not found matched by authors in any genre. Their ability to make their characters and plots so realistic has become a benchmark for me when developing my stories. If I can come half as close as either of them in capturing the human condition, I will be happy with my writing.

What is your work schedule like when writing?

I have a chaotic and busy schedule. So my basic plan is to write a little bit every day. By writing consistently as often as I can, I try to keep my excitement, urgency, and motivation at the highest level for the project I’m working on. Some days I am able to write for a few hours at a time. Some days I have to get creative and write on the go while I’m commuting. I’ve even written scenes on my smartphone in an email app and forwarded it to myself. I don’t really have page goals for myself. I find “scene goals” more effective. I can usually write a scene or critical part of a chapter in one sitting. That way if something comes up that forces me to walk away I don’t feel distressed because I can pick up where I left off knowing already where the scene is going.

What is your favorite food? Least favorite? Why?

My favorite food is baked macaroni and cheese. Being Haitian, my mother makes it a little differently than most people may be used to experiencing it. I learned to make it by adding ground beef (or ground turkey for the health conscious) and instead of cheddar cheese it uses a special cheese sauce that has parmesan cheese and melted butter with sautéed onions and garlic as the main ingredients. My mother used to make this dish only during the holidays (Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Easter Sunday) and on my birthday if I asked for it J So you can see how it easily became my favorite. Every time it is on the table there’s something special associated with it.

I wouldn’t say I have a least favorite dish. I’m open-minded when it comes to eating new foods. If I don’t like something, I just won’t order it if I come across it. But I did have a bad experience the first time I ate sushi, so if I had to say something was my least favorite, I guess it would be sushi.

Do you have a favorite quote or saying?

My favorite quote is from Bruce Lee: “Using no way as way. Having no limitation as the only limitation”.  Many people don’t know that he was big on philosophy and loved coming up with his own quotes and sayings. This one sums up what his life philosophy was, which was not to limit yourself by rules, traditions, and practices no matter how popular, what in Asian traditions is called “way”. And the second part of the quote of having no limitation basically means to keep your mind open to all possibilities. He loved to learn multiple ways of doing the same thing to try and discover the most efficient way to accomplish a goal. If you close your mind to a possibility, you’re basically making it potentially more difficult for yourself to achieve whatever you want to accomplish.

What is something you’d like to accomplish in your writing career next year?

I’m currently a self-published author. Next year I would love to get the attention of a major publishing house. While there are disadvantages to being tied down to a single publisher, It would give me the ability to promote and market my books on a much larger scale than I currently can.

When was the moment that you knew you had to be a writer?

There was a night a few years ago that I couldn’t sleep because ideas kept popping into my head of plots and characters that I write as novels or movies. I read somewhere that if you have various thoughts running through your head when you’re trying to sleep that the best thing to do is to jot them down and you would clear your mind and be able to fall asleep. But the more I wrote, the more I thought of the idea and the more I tried to expand on it. As I started to compile a growing list of ideas and outlines, I realized that I would regret never attempting to complete one of these ideas. I would always wonder whether my ideas would interest and entertain anyone other than me.

Who gave you the writing advice that sticks with you to this day?

There’s a writer of an adventure series whose blog I follow, David Farland. He writes tips for writers and one day he posted about making the effort to bring your scenes to life. He wrote about engaging all five of your reader’s senses when describing a particular setting. While many writers describe visually what a room many look like or describe what a person in the room may be hearing, many authors don’t give details on what the room may smell like or feel like. Was it cold or hot in the room, was there air freshener or maybe detergent from a freshly mopped floor. It made me conscious of my writing and want to add these extra details to help transport my readers into the settings of my stories.

What are favorite pastimes?

I’m an avid reader. Depending on the size of the book, I usually read one to two books a month. I’m also a big movie buff. I love action, sci-fi, romantic comedy and thrillers. I also enjoy working out, trying different workout routines and even creating my own routines. I’m a big family man and have a growing extended family. I enjoy spending time with my family just hanging around or out enjoying the world.

What has been your biggest adventure to date?

My biggest adventure would have to be getting married. It may sound corny to some people, but anyone who knows me knows that I’m a hopeless romantic at heart. I’ve also had a long trying adventure in finding my wife. So I appreciate having found someone who shares the same values in life I do and can build a future together with. For me family is the most important thing in a person’s life and having the opportunity to have a family of my own is the most special, biggest adventure I can have.

Describe the ideal romantic evening.

I like to keep things simple. The most important element of a romantic evening to me is the personal attention that you and your partner are able to give each other. If you’re engaged in an activity that can be very interesting, but you can’t communicate with your partner during the event than I don’t think it overly romantic.

A night of dinner of dancing is perfect for me. Enjoying some nice food, a tasteful glass of wine while engaging in some wonderful conversation is a great way to start off an evening and build some intimacy. I love going dancing. It gives you the chance to experience music in a physical way while connecting with your partner physically and emotionally.  You can go to a nice nightclub or lounge. You can even move some furniture around and play some of your favorite music at home and dance with all the privacy you need. I prefer the latter because you can go right into the perfect finish for the evening without having to wait since you’re already home 😉

ALoveThangBookCoverAbout “A Love Thang”

George is an ordinary guy whose world has collapsed beneath him. He’s ruined his relationship with his girlfriend, and to his credit, wants to come clean. Sadly for him, karma never plays along with our best made plans. Carol, George’s girlfriend discovers his deceitful act of betrayal before he can confess and she is out for revenge. Will George learn from his indiscretion? And most importantly, will he be able to save his relationship with the woman he loves?


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Gisclerc Morisset is a first generation Haitian-American who was born and raised in Brooklyn, New York. He has always been a hopeless romantic and enjoys sharing stories of love and romance. He lives in Brooklyn, New York where he lives with his wife.





Guest Interview: Author Linda Carroll-Bradd + Giveaway

Thanks for inviting me to your blog, Susana.

What inspired you to start writing? After years of reading romances, I thought I knew what was involved in writing one. Ha! Following several months of rough drafts, I gifted myself with a one-day class that covered the basics. The best tip from that class was the reference to Romance Writers of America. My involvement with RWA meetings, workshops and conferences taught me how to hone my skills.

How long have you been writing? This year marks twenty years, but I wasn’t published until I’d been writing (albeit part-time) for almost ten years. (see answer to advice)

What advice would you give writers just starting out? Know that at least fifty percent of writing is revision. By this I mean reorganizing (words, sentences, paragraphs, chapters) and layering. Not many writers can get the character definition, depth of emotion, plot twists, etc. included in the first draft. 

Do you ever suffer from writer’s block? If so, what do you do about it? During a period of unemployment from my day job, I suffered with writer’s block. I could revise old stories but couldn’t come up with anything new. A relocation to a new state changed all that. I focused on collecting calls for submission from various publishers and wrote for six weeks solid. Those themed calls gave me a starting point for the plot, a word count and, most important, a deadline. Within a couple months, I had seven contracts in hand and the block was gone.

What comes first, the plot or the characters? Characters. I have to get acquainted with one of the protagonists before I know what type of situation will challenge him or her and who is the best archetype of character to create as an opposite. Then I can plunk them down into action and a setting and see how they react.

Are you a plotter or a pantser? A die-hard plotter who on occasion can be surprised when the characters appear to resist where I’m steering them. The few times I have tried to just sit at the computer and write, I get stalled after 3-4 chapters.

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Jessa Landers has a secret crush on her teens’ swim coach. A widow for three years, she’s managing her life and enjoys her freedom—except for long, lonely evenings when she craves an attentive man.

Coach Rick Grant loves being a high school teacher and swim coach. Surrounded by families has him yearning for his own romantic connection—and his eye is on Jessa.

Will Jessa protect the balance of her family life, or take a second chance on love?


As if pulled by an invisible thread, my gaze went to the tall, fit man with the ever-present clipboard in one hand and a stopwatch in the other. Normally an adult wearing tropical-print board shorts and a faded surfboard tee-shirt looked like he clung with desperation onto his youth. Instead Rick Grant wore the attire like a medal of honor—like he’d earned the right to promote a Hawaiian surfing competition from a decade earlier.

Maybe he had. The image of his tan, lean body balancing on top of a surfboard flittered through my mind. I pictured him, thinner but still muscular, body sparkling with water droplets, wavy hair streaked with blonde highlights, outlined against a cerulean blue sky. A heartfelt sigh escaped.

Christy stopped to turn in her ascent up the metal bleachers, and cocked her head. “You okay, Jessa?”

Caught. I whirled toward the bleachers and set a foot on the lowest step. “I’m fine. Where do you want to sit?” Heat burned my cheeks and I ducked my head, pretending the need to focus on placing my wedge sandals on each step. I didn’t want the other mothers to learn about my pathetic infatuation with the swim coach.

An infatuation I kept telling myself was wrong. Didn’t I have enough to do between my paralegal job, keeping up the house, managing the kids’ activities, and arranging visits with their grandparents? How could I possibly add dating to this hectic lifestyle?

Even if by some wild chance the man in question were to show interest…

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authorSMAuthor Bio

After years spent in the administrative support field, Linda decided to exercise another part of her brain and write a novel. She loved reading romance and figured that’s what she’d write. Easier said than done. After years of workshops and RWA chapter meetings, she finally saw her manuscripts place in contests. Twelve years after her first writing class, she sold a confession story. From that point on, she couldn’t be stopped and is always pleased when her sweet contemporary and historical stories find homes.

With interests as widespread as baking, crocheting, watching dog agility matches, and reading thrillers by Swedish authors, Linda is the mother to 4 adult children and grandmother to 2 granddaughters. She currently lives in the southern California mountains with her husband of almost 34 years and their two spoiled dogs.

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