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Monday, November 18, 2013

Spotlight: Counter Balance by Patricia Bates!

Counter Balance by Patricia Bates

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A woman with secrets. A man with honor. Can love survive?

When an unknown foe kidnaps Alex Caden, her rescue comes at the hands of an elite Navy SEAL team. But there are secrets that will keep those who want her dead on her trail.

Slade Lake has dedicated his life to keeping civilians safe. When he saves Alex, he knows as soon as he sees her that they're meant to be together. With killers dogging their every step and secrets unfolding can they find love or will the enemies from the shadows destroy everything?

Slade clicked his communicator, his steps confident as the team eased through the opening in the gate to blend into the shadows of the interior of the estate. Hunkered down behind a massive four-wheeler, Slade spread out on his belly, his gaze sweeping the courtyard.

Men huddled around barrels, fire lapping at the cold air. Several men shifted, their attention on a nondescript shed half-hidden beyond a stack of straw bales. Dogs lunged at the ends of their chains, their fury evident in the howls and roars of captivity.

Slade slapped the shoulder of the nearest man and pointed. Out of four buildings only one was guarded. Six heavily armed men stood at the door. "Our target's there."

"You sure?"

"Can you think of any reason to have six men guarding a tool shed?" Slade shook his head. "I can. Something or someone is there…and my guess is it's the target."

"We're right behind you."

Slade ran from the cover of the four-wheeler toward the shed. Bent over, he darted between barrels and vehicles, keeping his rifle pressed against his side. Sliding on ice, Slade hugged the shed. From his position, he could easily see his men. A quick nod and he pulled the sidearm from its holster.

"Hell, this is nuts," Slade muttered and leaned to the side. His gaze swept the front of the building.

Two men stood together, their attention on the cigarettes in their hands, weapons looped casually over their shoulders. The other four scanned their surroundings, eyes peeled for danger. This is going to be hairy.

A flash of red on the neck of one of them drew his attention. Whipping his head around, Slade scanned the yard. A glint of light from atop a truck revealed Smoke's position. Across the courtyard, several men fell, sending those surrounding them racing for weapons.

Slade gave a slow nod. "Time to dance."

Ten seconds later one of the guards dropped to the ground, red spurting from a severed jugular. Seeing their comrades go down, the compound lit up.

"Damn!" Slade grunted as he watched two more men race from the building, weapons drawn. The door slammed shut behind them, the last turning to click something into place.

"Keep your head down, Danny-boy," Pyke's voice filled Slade's ear before his radio fell silent.

Darting past the remaining guards, Slade headed for the door, the firefight heating up around him. Aiming from the hip, he shot two before he reached the door. "Mother…" With a well placed bullet, the lock shattered. Jerking the door open, Slade ducked on his way in, the pistol a welcomed weight in his palm.

One foot in front of the other he inched into the dark, his gaze darting through the faint beams of light. He stumbled, his gaze locked on movement in the shadows. He assessed the curled figure—long, toned legs flowed into the trim body of a woman. A delicate white lace bra and matching panties provided her only protection from the elements. She shifted, gathering her feet beneath her. His eyes narrowed and rage flared as he caught the ugly, red lines along the soles of her feet. A whimper escaped her, and he glanced at her face.

Slade felt his heart drop. Golden eyes, surrounded by thick, pale lashes, glared at him. An ugly bruise trailed along one side of her face. Blood oozed from a wound on her right shoulder, staining her bra and flesh with deep crimson streaks.

If this was their target, he was in deep shit

Reading has been such a large part of my life. I cut my literary teeth on such authors as Louis L'Amour, Nora Roberts and Janet Dailey. For me it wasn't such a jump from reading the wonderful tales these authors spun to imagining my own.

Soon I was writing poetry, short stories and by junior high I'd written my first full length romance novel. Since then I've taken my love of history and my passion for writing and combined them into what I hope will continue to prove a successful career.

With six books contracted, four of which are currently available in print. All are available in electronic format with the last two ebooks due for a release in May and the other in the summer. I'm currently working on three projects, an erotic paranormal romance featuring a witch who loves Christmas, another Ancient Ireland novel, rich in the history of the Irish Celtic peoples, and plotting out a Cowboy Series tentatively titled "The James Gang".

Of course I've got a lot more on the go. I'm developing and growing my editing company with some amazing authors, working on polishing my concepts and plans for upcoming books within the paranormal genres, and keeping up on my writing and being a full time mom, working outside of the house…it's amazing what one can manage in a 16 hour day.

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Saturday, November 16, 2013

Hoppin the Boxes Blog Hop! #Giveaway

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Welcome to my stop for Hoppin the Boxes Today I'll be featuring Melissa F. Miller

But -

There are Over 60 stops - with plenty of excerpts, information and a giveaway!

These Eight Authors are presenting their Boxed Sets with Excerpts, Character Bios, and Prizes 

Barbara Silkstone with the Wendy Darlin Tomb Raider Boxed Set
Cheryl Bradshaw with the Sloan Monroe Boxed Set
Christy Hayes and the Golden Rule Bundle
Donna Fasano and the Single Daddy Club Boxed Set
Faith Mortimer and the Diana Rivers Mystery Set
M.P. McDonald and the Mark Taylor Omnibus
Melissa F. Miller and the Sasha McCandles Series
Sibel Hodge and the Sibel Hodge Box Set
This tour will run from 11 – 18 November
Reader drawing is international
Grand Prize Winner : $60 Giftcard to Amazon or Barnes and all eight boxed sets
First Prize Winner: $40 Giftcard and all eight box set
Second Prize winner - 4 (winner’s choice) boxed sets (see the giveaway tool at the bottom of the post!)
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The Sasha McCandless Series: Volume 1 ~ Purchase Now: Amazon
Now available in one volume, the three fast-paced, suspense-packed, bestselling legal thrillers that introduce attorney Sasha McCandless. Each of the books in this set is an Amazon Top 100 Book!
Irreparable Harm (Book 1) After eight long years, Sasha McCandless is about to make partner at a prestigious law firm. When a plane operated by her client slams into the side of a mountain, killing everyone aboard, Sasha gears up to defend the inevitable civil lawsuits. She soon realizes the crash was no accident: a developer has created an application that can control a commercial plane's onboard computer from a smartphone. Sasha joins forces with a federal air marshal, and they race to prevent another airline disaster. But when people close to the matter start to die, Sasha must rely on both her legal skills and her Krav Maga training to stop the madman before he kills her. 

Inadvertent Disclosure (Book 2) Six months after an airplane crash altered the course of Sasha's professional and personal life, she's focused on building her solo law practice and tending her budding relationship with federal air marshal Leo Connelly. When she drives from Pittsburgh to rural Clear Brook County to argue a discovery motion, she finds a town bitterly divided over the issue of hydrofracking the Marcellus Shale. Outsiders from the oil and gas industry and environmental activists threaten to rip apart the community's fabric. Then the town's only judge is murdered, and Sasha can't just walk away. As she works to find the killer, she must race to save the town before it fractures beyond repair.
Irretrievably Broken (Book 3) The venerable law firm of Prescott & Talbott is reeling from the murder of partner Ellen Mortenson -- purportedly at the hands of her estranged husband -- when a photograph of the dead woman arrives, her face Xed out and "ONE DOWN" scrawled across the bottom. Within days, a second partner is murdered, her husband also accused. Sasha doesn't practice criminal defense, so she's suspicious when her former firm asks her to represent Ellen's husband. Owing Prescott a favor, she takes the case and soon finds herself representing not one, but both, of the so-called Lady Lawyer Killers. The long hours jeopardize her relationship with Leo Connelly when he needs her most. That's the least of Sasha's troubles, though, because what she doesn't know is that the real killer is waging a vendetta for a past case gone wrong. And there's one more lawyer on his list. 

About Sasha McCandless
Sasha versus Melissa
Sasha and Melissa were both born in Pittsburgh, PA.
Sasha and Melissa are both litigators.
Sasha and Melissa both drink entirely too much coffee.
Sasha is single, childless, under five feet tall, under one hundred pounds, and could kill you with her bare hands.
Melissa is married, a mother of three, over five feet tall, over one hundred pounds, and isn't telling.
Sasha has no pets.
Melissa has a dog, two cats, and three goldfish.
Sasha drives a Passat.
Melissa drives a Volvo.
Sasha thinks Pamela's has the best breakfast in Pittsburgh.
Melissa thinks Pamela's does indeed serve a very good breakfast but suggests Sasha try DeLuca's in the Strip

About Melissa F. Miller
I'm Melissa F. Miller, author of the Sasha McCandless legal thriller series and a practicing attorney. When I'm not in court or on the playground with my three delightful children, I'm hard at work on my next novel. Please visit me at my Website and sign up for my e-mail newsletter to find out when new books are published.
Find the entire Sasha McCandless Series here.
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Excerpt from Irreparable Harm (Book 1) Purchase Now: Amazon § Audible
The lobby was faded with time. Its gray-veined white marble, ornate gold-framed paintings, and vases of fresh flowers were leftovers from a more glamorous past. Sasha boarded the ancient elevator and pressed the button for the eight floor. The only sound was its groaning. She stepped out into a narrow hallway. Her approach to Warner’s door was silent, thanks to the thick, wine-colored carpet. She could feel her heart thumping as she approached the apartment. She raised her fist to rap on the door. As soon as she touched it, it swung inward slightly. Not locked. She pushed it halfway open and tilted her head to see around it. The entryway was dark. Streetlights shining through the French doors that led to the balcony cast some light, but all she saw was the outlines of furniture. “Tim? Mr. Warner? It’s Sasha McCandless. Hello?” No response. She hadn’t come all this way to stand in the hallway. She walked in and reached down to turn on a small lamp sitting on an antique, or at least old, telephone stand. As she straightened to standing, she turned and found herself staring at the barrel of a gun. She estimated it was eight inches from her face. Maybe closer. “Don’t move,” said its owner in a soft voice. He looked to be about six feet tall, solidly built, but not bulky. He had a lean, fit runner’s frame. Part Asian, maybe? Definitely big for an Asian guy. He wore neat, close-cropped dark hair, a clean shave, and a decent suit. He assessed her with a calm and serious look. Her brain clicked off and her training kicked in. She stood completely still, her hands at her side, and waited for the man to tell her to put her hands up. “Put your hands up.” As instructed, Sasha raised her hands up and also moved them forward, pushing the gun to the side and away from her face. Redirect. At the same time, she wrapped her left hand around the barrel and pointed it down toward the man’s hip. Control. She drove the blade of her sharp, bony right elbow into his sternum and used that momentum to hammer his nose with her right fist. As his head bobbled back from the blow, she brought her right hand down to the base of the gun’s grip. With both hands now tight around the gun, she twisted them sharply, rotating the gun 180 degrees. Attack. His bone made a sickening crack as his trigger finger broke, and she turned her hands back, and pulled the gun from him. Take. She held the gun with both hands. With a deliberate motion she pointed it at the center of his chest and hoped he couldn’t tell she’d never handled a gun before. The entire sequence had taken less than a second. He stared at her, blood pouring from his nose, his right hand dangling awkwardly by his side. Then he started to laugh. “You could have just returned my call, Ms. McCandless.” She didn’t speak. He started to extend his hand, as though to offer her a handshake with his mangled, swollen finger. “Don’t.” She raised the gun and aimed it at his head. He stopped mid-gesture. “I’m Agent Leo Connelly, Department of Homeland, with the Federal Air Marshal Service. I wish I could say it’s nice to meet you.” She kept the gun trained on him. “ID. Slowly.” He reached into his jacket pocket with his good hand and retrieved a worn, brown leather wallet. One handed, he fumbled with it until it flipped open to display his credentials. She leaned in to look at his identification, keeping one eye on him and the gun raised. “May I have my gun back now?” “Not yet. Why didn’t you identify yourself when I came in?” “No time, Ms. McCandless. You were too quick for me.” “I said my name. Why did you draw your gun?” “I may know who you are, Ms. McCandless. That doesn’t mean you aren’t a threat.” “You can call me Sasha. What are you doing here?” “I could ask you the same thing. Do we really need to have this conversation at gunpoint?” Sasha lowered the gun to her side. “No signs of Warner?” “No. The place is empty.” Connelly was speaking through a continuous stream of blood from his nose. “Sit down. I’ll get you a towel.” She headed for the kitchen, following the glow from the stovetop light. “And some ice.” Connelly yelled, “I think you broke my finger.” Sasha returned with two striped dishtowels. One for his nose, the other wrapped around a cold pack she found in the freezer. “I’m sure I broke your finger,” she told him. “That was the goal, at least.” He shook his head, spraying blood on his shirt. “Either Warner is a total slob or someone trashed this place pretty thoroughly,” Sasha said, finally looking around. The couch had been overturned, its cushions sliced open with foam spilling out of them. The desk chair was upside down. Its leather seat had also been slashed. Warner’s unopened mail and piles of magazines cascaded across the floor. The drawers had been pulled out from the desk, their contents scattered. Two cheap art prints were leaning against a wall, their glass cracked. “Someone was looking for something,” Connelly agreed. “Any idea what?” “How should I know?” She wasn’t about to tell a federal air marshal they were looking for files Warner had removed from Patriotech at her request. “What are you doing here?” She answered truthfully, if incompletely. “Warner left me a voicemail message tonight. Not long after you did, actually. It was interrupted when his doorbell rang. And I heard some kind of altercation, it sounded bad.” “So you just hopped on a plane and flew down here to see if he was okay?” She shrugged. “That’s the kind of girl I am.” “Huh.” Connelly examined the bloodied dish towel, then leaned forward and pinched his nose. “I think you might have broken my nose, too.”‘ Sasha wasn’t sure how to respond, so she didn’t. She walked through the dining room into a short hallway that led to Warner’s bedroom. She flipped the light switch and stuck her head in. The bedroom had been torn to pieces, too. Dresser drawers emptied. Boxes, bags, and entire shelves pulled from the closet. Another framed print—this one of waves breaking against a lighthouse—was propped against one wall, its glass splintered. The king bed had no pillows or linens, just a bare mattress. She turned out the light and returned to the living room. Connelly was perched on the edge of an armchair that had been cut open. Stuffing and springs stuck out all around him. “Did you notice his bed has been stripped?” “Yes.” “That’s not good,” Connelly told her. Sasha had already surmised as much. She didn’t want to talk about it. Instead, she asked him, “Did you find a cell phone? Or hear one ringing?” “No.” He stood up. “Gun, please.” He held out his left hand, palm up. Sasha placed the gun in it, glad to be rid of it. “He engaged the safety and slipped it into his jacket pocket. “Let’s go.” “Where?” “The alley.” He inclined his head toward the French doors. Warner’s balcony overlooked a long alley. It was dark except for a single light, which was positioned over a dumpster. “Wipe your prints off the freezer and the lamp,” Connelly said. She rubbed the surfaces with the sleeve of her jacket. He balled up both dish towels. “Put these in your backpack. We were never here.” She took the towels and stuffed them in the bag, and they walked out of Apartment 840, leaving the door ajar.

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Sasha left her misanthropic client’s home feeling good about her case. She thought she’d made it clear to Jed that he’d have to tone down the swearing and the anger some at his upcoming hearing if he wanted to testify. Truth be told, though, she thought a little righteous indignation would be fitting the circumstances. She’d just have to keep him on a tight leash. April in Pennsylvania was rarely balmy, but the afternoon sun was warm enough that she cracked the windows and let the air in as she drove back toward Springport. She even hummed along to the radio, which seemed to be limited to country music at the moment. Country singers told the best stories, she thought, as she listened to the Dixie Chicks sing about a traveling soldier. As she hummed, a name popped into her head: Heather Price. The commissioner Jed had mentioned. She’d encountered that name before. But where? She searched her memory but before she could make a connection, her cell phone rang. She glanced down at the display. It was Connelly. She turned down the volume on the radio and activated the hands-free setup through the car. She hated the delay that the Bluetooth caused but not as much as she would have hated running over someone because she was on her phone. “Hey.” “Hi, beautiful. How’d your meeting go with your new boyfriend?” She laughed. “As well as could be expected, I think. I just left. Should be back home by seven or so.” “Excellent. Do you want fish tacos or my Thai chicken and noodles for dinner?” “The chicken and noodles with the peanut sauce?” “That’s the one.” It was too hard to pick, what with the belly full of pie. “Chef’s choice,” she told him. He groaned, as she knew he would. Connelly didn’t like it when she punted on the decision making. “Listen,” she cut him off. “Does the name Heather Price mean anything to you?” There was a pause while he considered it. “No. Should it?” “I don’t know.” A beeping sound filled the car through the speakers. “Shoot,” Sasha said, “I have another call. I’ll call you back.” “Okay. I love you.” “Bye! She depressed the button to switch over to the other call and hoped he’d think she hadn’t heard the profession of love. Recently, Connelly had started randomly telling her he loved her. She wasn’t sure what to do about it. For now, it was another decision to punt on. Because she had swapped calls, her phone didn’t display the caller. “Sasha McCandless.” “Ms. McCandless, this is Gavin Russell.” “What can I do for you, Deputy Russell?” She wondered if he had located Jay. He cleared his throat. “Are you still out at Jed’s?” “No, I just left.” “Could you stop by the courthouse on your way through town? It’s important.” “Is this about Jay and Danny Trees?” “No, ma’am, it’s not.” She worked to keep the irritation out of her voice. “Well, I’m fresh out of gobs, deputy, so—” “Judge Paulson’s been shot.” “Shot? Is he okay?” “No, ma’am. He’s dead.”

Excerpt from Irretrievably Broken (Book 3) Purchase Now: Amazon § Audible

Thursday, November 14, 2013

Blog Tour: Design and Scandal by Annabeth Leong!! #Giveaway

Please help me welcome author Annabeth Leong on her Design and Scandal blog tour!!

Bad Movie, Good People

By Annabeth Leong

Thanks so much for hosting me today!

It's easy to dismiss a bad movie. I see it in the theater, I think it's poorly done, and I quickly forget about it. When I was in college, however, my roommate convinced me to see a mediocre movie with her in the theater fourteen times (she was personally invested in the movie, and I was nice).

A funny thing happened after many viewings. The whole thing started to seem better. I came to appreciate the efforts of the supporting actors, the set designers, and the costume designers. At some point, I started thinking about how much money, time, and labor go into every movie, regardless of how it's received. I got interested in how it would feel to work on a movie knowing it's not the best.

The characters in my Rubenesque erotic romance, Design and Scandal, are tethered to an iffy science fiction movie for various reasons. They have a feeling they won't be proud of the final product. I enjoyed exploring what's driving each of them—why they are stuck there, and what they are going to do about it.

Movie stars may be idolized when they're doing well, but they also face intense public criticism and harassment when they're not. It seems to me that being a Hollywood A-lister probably feels a bit like dangling above a snake pit. In a circumstance like that, true romantic connections must come few and far between. After all, who can be trusted?

In Design and Scandal, my characters are all trying to figure out what this bad science fiction movie means for their careers. I wanted the low point of being tied to a bad project to serve as a catalyst for them, to make each of them go after their true desires and embody more authentic selves. 

Design and Scandal by Annabeth Leong

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Costume designer Kahala Lin didn’t get into her line of work to make clothes for tiny models. She dreams of creating high-fashion masterpieces for BBWs such as herself. When she’s hired to work on costumes for the science fiction movie Laser Sentinel, she passes up the opportunity to dress the film’s heroine and ends up with the hardest job on set—pleasing the demanding and devastatingly handsome star, James Corwin.

James is one of Hollywood’s best known actors, but he’s in trouble when he’s forced into working on this dud of a movie. James can’t relax and enjoy the shoot on Hawaii’s black sand beaches. He needs to prevent this film from becoming an embarrassment, starting with making sure he’s not shot wearing nothing but spandex, a headdress and a ray gun. His collaboration with the new costume designer starts out promising, but soon he’s so busy taking off her clothes that he’s hardly thinking about what he’ll wear at all.

The press, however, discovers their relationship almost before it begins, and the resulting scandal threatens both their livelihoods and James’ chances with Kahala.

A Romantica® contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

James shrugged. He glanced away from her for the first time that night, taking a long look over his shoulder at the darkening ocean. “Maybe you’re right,” he said finally. “An actor should shut up and act.”

“Hey.” Kahala nudged him under the table with her toe, trying to ignore the somersault her stomach performed at the mention of his co-star’s name. “I don’t know if I’d go that far. It sounds like you should check out directing. You might be able to settle down on set if you knew you were working on setting up your own thing too.”

James brought his attention back to her, smiling again. “And you know that how?”

“If this movie were my only design outlet, I’d be going crazy too. But I’ve got my own designs at home, my own plans.” She touched her chest over her heart. “That’s what belongs to me. This other thing is a job. It’s not who I am.”

He considered her. “Every movie I’m in is who I am. That’s why I’m so uncertain about being here. When people watch Laser Sentinel they’re not going to see my character. They’re going to walk out of the theater and talk about what James did. I’ve heard them. I don’t want them to see me look stupid and think…”

“That you are stupid,” Kahala finished softly.

He glanced up quickly, his face so naked and vulnerable that it hurt to look at him. Then the moment passed and he put his movie star smile on again. “Considering how many times I’ve complained about actresses being insecure, I should know better than to talk like this.”

“If you do something you care about it’s hard not to worry about how it will be received,” Kahala said.

Annabeth Leong has written erotica of many flavors. She loves shoes, stockings, cooking and excellent bass lines. She always keeps a new e-book loaded on her phone and a paperback stashed in her purse, but her eyes are still bigger than her stomach whenever she visits a bookseller. She blogs at, and tweets @AnnabethLeong . Watch for her next contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave, Heated Leather Lover.

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Friday, November 8, 2013

#Interview with Marti Talbott, author of The Billionaire’s Will!!

Please help me welcome author Marti Talbott to Full Moon Bites today for an interview on her blog tour for The Billionaire’s Will!!

Holly: Hi! Would you tell us a little bit about yourself? :)

Marti Talbott: Born and raised in Colorado, I am the mother of two, the grandmother of five, and the great-grandmother of three. When I retired, I finally had time to write the kind of books I like to read – historical romance. I wrote a Highlander short story called, “Anna” and published it on my website. With the encouragement of readers, Anna became 20 short stories, and when I discovered Kindle, I turned them into five volumes just to see if I could sell them.

To date, I have written and published several more novels and sold over 50,000. The Billionaire’s Will is novel number twenty-six.

Holly: Do you write an outline before starting a book or just write?

Marti Talbott: The first step is to think of a problem my characters have to solve, other than falling in love. I give them names and just start a conversation between the two. I know it’s hard to believe, but they take me in all kinds of crazy directions. Sometimes it gets so crazy, I have to delete and start over. I think what they say depends on my moods. If I’m annoyed or happy, it shows in the dialog and the direction the story goes.

Holly: Is there an author or book that influenced you or your writing in any way growing up or as an adult?

Marti Talbott: I cut my teeth on Victoria Holt at the age of thirteen or fourteen. Her books are plot-heavy and I loved seeing how they would turn out. I think I have read everything she’s ever written.

Holly: I know authors get asked this a lot but do you have any advice that you would give to aspiring writers?

Marti Talbott: I have lots of advice. First, read everything you can find on marketing and publishing before you publish that first book. I also give lots of free advice on my blog at

Holly: Can you tell us, in your own words not the book description, a little about your book?

Marti Talbott: The Billionaire’s Will is a story I’ve wanted to write for a long time. Unlike my usual historical books, it is a contemporary romance and includes some things that happened to me in real life.

All of my books are “clean” romance.

Holly: Where can we purchase this book?

Marti Talbott: The Billionaire’s Will is available in ebook only at Kobo and in Apple iPad. It is available in both ebook and paperback through Amazon and Barns & Noble.

Holly: Can we expect more novels from you in 2013?

Marti Talbott: Yes. I am currently writing The

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Excerpt & #Giveaway: Return to Audubon Springs by RoseAnn DeFranco #FMBBooks

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By RoseAnn DeFranco  

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When Emma Grant returns to her family's Audubon Springs beach house to fulfill the stipulations of her father's will, she has every intention of forcing her former lover out of the house for good. She's never fit into her wealthy family and would prefer avoiding her past, but with her brother threatening to reveal her young daughter, she has no choice.

Rafe Iuliano has other plans. The wealthy Grants tried to bribe him out of Emma's life years ago, but he's determined to prove once and for all that a master carpenter is worthy of Emma and the house.

Their ridiculous and steamy battle for the house reignites the love and passion that bloomed between them years ago. But when Rafe discovers she's kept their daughter a secret for two years, can he overcome anger and pride to claim his family and the love of his life, or will the deception drive a final wedge between them?

 “This is your fault!” Emma shouted.

“My fault?” Rafe blinked through the thick coat of flour. “You’re the one who started this.”


“Yeah, you—Miss Macrobiotic Princess!” They used the barstools for support, and pulled themselves up from the slippery floor. “You’re immovable just like your mother.”

“And you’ve got about as much depth as a toenail. For the life of me, I can’t remember why I was ever with you.”

With a predatory look in his eyes and gait, Rafe advanced. In two long strides he
pinned her to the counter, his hands grasping her hips. “Don’t!” His voice, low and dangerous, and his near proximity overwhelmed, charging her body with a jolt of electricity rendering breathing impossible. His gaze locked on hers for an eternity, then without warning, he dipped his head and licked lavishly at the syrup on her chest and neck.

Need and heat consumed her at his touch, fraying what was left of her nerves. She dropped her head back, shivered, and her knees buckled. He held her steady, fully pinned against the counter and continued to feast on her neck. Then with a shake as if waking from a dream, he stepped away, taking his heat with him.

Emma swayed and gripped the counter. Goose bumps rose on her flesh at the storm brewing in his eyes.

“Say or do anything you want to push me out of this house, but don’t ever say you don’t remember.”

RoseAnn DeFranco grew up in upstate NY with her nose in a book and a song in her heart. Following the pursuit of a musical theatre career in NYC, she turned her creative energy to writing romance. RoseAnn blogs about her writing experiences with her critique partners at www.the A NJ shore transplant, she enjoys time spent at the beach with her family. She would love to one day live in a quaint shore town like the fictional town Audubon Springs from her BROTHERS OF AUDUBON SPRINGS series.  More information about these Contemporary Romantic Comedies can be found at

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Thursday, October 31, 2013

Excerpt & #Giveaway: The Keeper: Revenge by O.L. Ramos!!

Happy Halloween everyone!! :) I have for you today an excerpt and giveaway on The Keeper: Revenge by O.L. Ramos blog tour! Do not miss tomorrows blog stop at Shut Up & Read!

Also I'm excited to let you know that book one  The Keeper: Awakening is FREE everywhere!!! Amazon | B&N | KoBo | Smashwords |

The Keeper: Revenge
Series: The Keeper, Book 2
Author: O.L. Ramos
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Pages: 296
Word Count: 112,930
Cover Artist: Dane Low

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Book Description:

If the world you lived in was someday revealed to be nothing but a lie, would you really want the truth? Elizabeth McBeth did, and she's paid the price for it...

After almost 10 years since Liz's mother was taken from her, Liz finally found her mother, Mary. But Mary has been forever changed, something that Liz will have to accept. The beginning of happier times, one would think...

The conspiracy has been exposed; Liz, Vincent, Mary and Michael had all thought that the vampire plot had been destroyed. They should have never underestimated Klein.

Klein has reinforced his armies, splitting the entire vampire species with the question... is Klein the vampiric messiah? Unfortunately for the heroes and the world itself, Klein has set in motion a plan that will destroy the world and recreate it in his own image.

Will the group be able to defeat Klein and restore the balance to nature? Or are they already doomed?

Vincent tilts his head and walks closer to me, stopping about two feet away. He looks down at me and blinks his eyes, seeming unsure of what to say. He opens his mouth as if to speak and then stops himself. He inhales deeply and licks his lips, narrows his eyes and just nods his head.
            “That’s because, when it comes to your safety, nothing ever will be good enough,” he answers somberly, almost as if he hated saying it where others might hear. “You could shoot the bull’s-eye every single time, you could split bullets with other bullets, it still wouldn’t be good enough. You’re still a damsel in distress to me. Someone I need to protect, no matter what. And it’s not just because of the world and Klein’s plan. You’re my Goldilocks, Goldilocks.”
            He looks at me and lifts my chin up gently with his finger.
            “Though sometimes I’m just looking at your bubble butt for more than just the sake of your safety,” Vincent says with a cocky smile.
            I try to slap him but he grabs my arm, so softly that I don’t even know his hand was on my forearm ‘til I see it with my own eyes.
            “You always have to have the last word, don’t you?” I ask, feeling myself trembling. “You always got to be the joker, the one who doesn’t care about anything. You think you’re fearless or unbeatable?”
            “Unbeatable? Nah, not even close,” Vincent says as he begins to stare at my lips. “Fearless? Hell no, I’m terrified. But

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

New Release: Sweetest Splendor (Club Splendor #2) by Kacey Hammell!!

Sweetest Splendor
Book 2: Club Splendor (sequel to Sweetest Salvation)
A Romance on the Go Short Story (30 pgs)
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Contemporary Erotic Romance
Content Warning: Contains Voyeurism, Anal Sex, Toys
ISBN# 9781771306119

Bridget Guthrie and Zander Hudson have worked at Club Splendor together for years, sharing smoldering glances, flirting, and building a friendship. Thanks to the club’s strict policy of no staff fraternization, they’ve resisted how much they truly want each another.

With Bridget leaving to explore her dreams, they no longer have to hide their passions. After hours, in one of the pleasure rooms at Club Splendor, they finally give in to the burning desire they’ve held at bay for too long.  She’s taken care of other people’s love lives for so long while at the club, can she find the courage to take care of her own needs and fantasies? 

© Kacey Hammell, 2013
“I know following your dreams is important to you, Bridget. I’m happy for you.” Zander sidled closer, and massaged her stiff shoulders.
“Thank you. I know you are. It’s just—” she swallowed past the lump in her throat. “It is hard to think of leaving. I love this job. I’ll miss it.”
“You’ll miss me more though, right?” His light tone lifted her mood.
She laughed. “Of course. Who else will I get to boss around?”
He chuckled and pulled her in to his chest, aligning her against his stomach. Her breath hitched as his arms wrapped around her waist and squeezed her tight. Her nipples tingled and her heart rate accelerated.
Being this close to him, his long body behind her, the dreams she had about a moment like this…. She wished she could turn in his arms, press her lips to his and see where it led. But their friendship meant a lot to her. The fun flirting and teasing had never gone to the next level, but no other man in her life affected her more.
And now they would no longer be working together…but she wasn’t sure how deep his feelings for her ran.
“Damn, you smell good. What is that you’re wearing?” Zander asked, his face buried in her neck.
“Umm, something berry I guess.” Her words sounded breathless even to her own ears. He never held her like this before. She shivered.
“You cold?” He ran his palms over her stomach, then his arms tightened around her.
She shook her head, speechless, about to melt into a puddle at his feet. Relaxing into his embrace, she aligned with his front. “Zander--”
“You know I’ve always wondered something about you,” he murmured.
“What’s that?” she questioned, mouth dry.
“If any of what happens around this place excites you,” he whispered against her neck.
She reclined her head on his shoulder, sighing. Could she confess her innermost thoughts to him?
The air in the room heightened at least twenty degrees. The fire in her belly spread along her limbs to her fingertips. “Why is that important to you?”
Clasping her hands in his, he rasped, “I’ve always had the desire to know what makes you tick. I’ve watched you a long time, secretly wanting to know more about you. Finding reasons to be close to you.”
Excitement slithered along her body, her heart nearly leaping from her chest.
“We’ve been friends a long time, Bridget, but you know what? I want more.” He ran his lips along her neck, warming her skin until they reached her ear. “Tell me what turns you on,” he whispered, then captured her earlobe in his teeth.

Avid Reader. Romance Author. Redhead…
Canadian-born author, Kacey Hammell is definitely a book-a-holic, who began reading romances at a young age and became easily addicted.  These days, as a multi-published erotic romance author, she enjoys adding a lot of heat, sass and emotion to the Contemporary Romances she writes.

A mom of three, Kacey has made certain each of her children know the value of the written word and the adventures they could escape on by becoming book-a-holics in their own right. She lives her own happily ever after with her perfect hero in Ontario, Canada, and is a true romantic at heart.

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Monday, October 28, 2013

Excerpt & #Giveaway: These Convergent Stars by Janine A. Southard!!

Title: These Convergent Stars  
Author:  Janine A. Southard
Published:  October 2013
Word Count:  25,000
Genre: Science Fantasy / Science Fiction
300 years ago, Earth was destroyed, but the Terrans aren’t giving up. Maya Qaitra is a special type of Terran, created to sniff out biologically compatible species. But Maya’s talent comes with a hefty cosmetic price: half the time, she looks like a mountain lion.

On a space station over the planet Elsajh, she’s mistaken for a local shapeshifter and goes with the flow. After all, how better to observe a new species and culture? While impersonating her alien look-alike, Maya stops an invasion and becomes a populist hero. Sure, that seems great, but her mistaken identity stirs trouble for her and her doppelganger. If she’s not careful, she could get her whole species banned from Elsajh forever.

Our transport rattled me around in my zero-g harness as we attempted to dock with the E-Tee space station. We might have standard-sized Terran docking gear, but that means nothing these days. Terran made goods are a scarce resource in low demand. If we hadn’t been Terrans ourselves—of various flavors—you can bet we’d use something else.
Now, think about this for a minute. I was floating in zero-g, sleeping untethered by gravity. I’d chosen a light harness for my sleepbox, enough to keep me from flying off into the lurking bulkheads. After a few hours of bumping around when the ship went one way and inertia took me another, I wasn’t going to notice one more bump against the harness.
But when we docked with that station I got more than a gentle nudge. Not because of the pilot, don’t get me wrong. No, the problem came from the way I’d managed twist my safety belt so hard it tried to choke me. Sadly, I’d managed to turn myself around like this more than once before.
I transformed into my leonine form immediately, hands squaring into paws and arm muscles lengthening. My breasts flattened against my rib cage, my throat curved into a C. I poised claws over the harness belt closest to my face. Except... I was already in deep with the Quartermaster. Last time I’d cut myself out, he’d vowed finality. Actually, it went like this:

Me (Mahdan 1st Class Maya Qaitra): (sheepishly) Um.
Quartermaster: (not happy) What’ve you done now, slitty?
—Note: I let him get away with calling me slitty because he was justifiably mad. But I still narrowed my unmistakable, slitted cat eyes at the slur.—
Me: You know how two weeks ago, shiptime, I got all tangled up in my sleeping harness and used my claws to get out?
Quartermaster: (exceedingly not happy) You did it again, didn’t you? This makes number five. Y’know, our last Mahdan didn’t cause problems like that.
—Note: Their last Mahdan was the most boring old lady ever. She’d been in the service long enough to make S-class, but that was pure seniority. If she’d found ten viable worlds to seed in her entire life, I’d eat my zero-g harness. The one I’m still stuck in, and that would be really irreparable.—
Me: I’m really sorry.
Quartermaster: Fine. I’ll send my kids up with a new one, but this is the absolute last time!

Much as I’d prefer to avoid trouble with the Quartermaster, this harness was a fluffin’ Gordian Knot, and good old Alexander created a precedent for that. And I, like Alexander, had better things to do. Like get breakfast before we finished docking.
A few quick slashes through the