Wednesday, May 20, 2015

.99 Alert! 14 #Romance Novels - SUMMER LOVIN' ANTHOLOGY

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Cora Rules by Mel Curtis, USA Today Bestselling Author. NBA coach Trent Parker is a stickler for the rules, until he meets Cora Rule, the biggest rulebreaker of the Rule clan.

Surrender to Love by Raine English, USA Today Bestselling Author. When Tara Spencer agrees to spend the summer caring for her ailing grandmother, she has no idea how her life will be changed by the handsome stranger next door.

The Merry-Go-Round by Donna Fasano, USA Today Bestselling Author. When Lauren divorces her husband, her life quickly turns into a 3-ring circus. Will she step off the merry-go-round--or reach out and grab the brass ring?

Twist of Fate by Patti Forsythe, USA Today Bestselling author. Rebecca Perris is on a dangerous quest to find her sister, but when she meets Aaron al-Rashid again, it's her heart that's at risk.

Her French Count by Mona Risk, USA Today Bestselling Author. A Da Vinci Code in a French Chateau. The lovely American architect has turned his life upside down, but are his chateau and a missing statue worth endangering her life?

Love Me Forever by Ari Thatcher, USA Today Bestselling Author. Escaping to Maui to get over her divorce, Jen runs into her first love, who blew her off at the end of her vacation. Matt had given up hope of ever finding her again. Can he convince her to give him a second chance?

Playing the Rookie by Rachelle Ayala, National Bestselling Author. A rookie pitcher and a sports intern on the rebound connect to get over their exes. Will their fling turn into true love or destroy both of their careers?

Duke of Devonwood by Carly Carson, National Bestselling Author. Sparks fly as Miranda plots to gain control of her inheritance from a modern day Duke who tries his best to resist her wiles. Can both of them win?

True North by Kelly Collins, National Bestselling Author. Alexa leaves Los Angeles with a scarred heart, a beat up car and a secret. She's fleeing her hopelessness to find her future. Can a sexy stranger mend her heart and be her compass?

Fashion Victim by Suz deMello, best-selling, award-winning author: Hot isn't a hot enough word to describe corporate raider Fletcher Wolf, but since he's suing couturier Cara Fletcher for, oh, a gazillion dollars, she figures she shouldn't hit on least not too hard.

Season, Unforgettable by Keta Diablo, National Bestselling Author. He promised his mother he'd wrap up the Pine Bay project, and he would have if not for a nature lover who can't be bought at any price. Now he's fighting for the other side, fighting to recapture his abandoned dreams, and fighting to win her heart.

Most Likely to Turn up the Heat by Cheryl Harper. Sue Walker's "no soldiers, no cops, no coworkers" policy doesn't stand a chance against injured cop turned high school security guard Max Holt. His mission to return to Dallas and danger could be the dealbreaker.

My Favorite What If by Lyssa Layne, National Bestselling Author. Jacob "Smitty" Smith and Sloan Talbott have both have been hurt. Neither is looking for love. Will one week in paradise be a fling to remember or could it possibly lead to something more?

Relay For Love by Susan Ann Wall, National Bestselling Author. A cancer survivor who celebrates in silence...a widow who remembers the man she lost...a fight back where two hearts battle to be together.

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Saturday, May 16, 2015

*New* Contemporary Romance - SEASON, UNFORGETTABLE

Contemporary Romance/Suspense
Keta Diablo

About the full-length novel
Season Scrimshaw isn't selling the land her parents left her when they died, not even to the gorgeous Rann Brogan who saved her life in the forest. Especially not after she finds out he was in the woods to survey her property.

The company Rann works for, his mother's company, wants the land for a luxury condo development and they want it bad. He never dreamed they'd go to such extreme lengths to get it.

Lives spiral out of control, lies and betrayal play center stage. Caught in the middle between his rich and powerful mother and the woman he loves, Rann discovers love is complicated...and sometimes lethal.

This is a stand-alone contemporary romance with elements of suspense.

“Season, Unforgettable was so good, I couldn’t wait for the ending.” Amazon reader

"A happily-ever-after for people you will come to love!” Amazon reader

“The story line is as smooth as silk. For all romance suspense lovers who want more in their books.” Read Our Thoughts Blog

Rann scrambled to his feet and gave Season a smile that rendered her weak-kneed.  “I've been learning how to respect my elders.” His eyes locked eyes with hers. “I stopped by to see how you were faring.”
Her chin jerked upward. “You walk here all the way from Chicago?”
“Chicago?” He pushed a lock of hair from his forehead. “No. I met with the Brekkens down the road this morning and left my car there.”
“Have you convinced them to sell out?”
He blew a long breath. “No, I asked permission to survey their property.”
“Ha! A courtesy you didn't extend us.” When Rann and Duna exchanged glances, her stomach fell. “Right, Duna?”
“He left a note in the mailbox last week,” her grandfather said low-voiced. “Said we should call if we didn't approve.” He offered a feeble shrug. “I should have told you but….”
“I wanted to see what they'd offer so you'd know what you were saying no to.”
Season looked away, her foot tapping the floorboards, anger churning in her gut. 
“I'm sorry, ghel. I meant to help, not hurt you.”
Rann glanced to the camera resting on her torso. “You got a new one?”
Gathering her battered emotions, she fingered the straps hanging from her neck and flashed back to the incident in the woods. Two regrets clawed at her innards. She didn't get a picture of the mountain lion or the bald eagle and she couldn't stop thinking about the hunk standing in their kitchen.
The lying snake.
Obviously, he'd won her grandfather over if they were arm wrestling. No easy feat. Duna cleared his throat. Holy crap, how long had she been gawking at Borriello's look-alike?   
She looked down at her chest. “No, my instructor loaned me his backup so I could finish my portfolio.” Never one to mince words, she shifted her gaze from camera to him, her words curt. “As you can see, I'm fine, so you can leave now.”
Duna never raised his voice but knew how to manipulate his tone to express disappointment. “Season.”
Her arms flailed at her sides. “What! He lied—”
“Never did.” Rann kept his voice level and cool. “You never asked why I was nearby. In fact, you never asked anything about me.”
“Well…well….” She wanted to look beyond him; pretend he was a wall-hanging like Duna's favorite saying above the sink: There are such things as false truths and honest lies. But she couldn't convince her eyes to turn away from that stunning face. “I'd like to see you how you'd react when you're about to have your throat ripped out buy a feral cat.”
He gave a slight bow. “Touch√©.”
“I know why you're here. To talk to me and Duna about selling our land so your company can slap up condos.”
“Not my company.”
She advanced and poked a finger into his chest, remembering the ripped abs and flat, hard midsection. “Oh no, who is Charlotte Brogan, the woman whose face graces the Terra-Care Development web site?”
“CEO of Terra-Care.” He looked away. “And my mother.”
“So it is your company?”
Up came his chin. “I don't own one share. I'm an employee, a gopher.”
“You do her bidding, isn't that what you mean?” She looked away, her voice almost a whisper. “I imagine one day, the company will be yours.” Turning to him again, the flag of victory rose. “Well you can tell the CEO, and your mother, three properties sit north of us and two south. We're in the middle.”
“I know. I surveyed everything.”
“Yeah, you did. When I saw the equipment, I realized the man who rescued me in the woods was really a wolf in sheep's clothing.”
Her grandfather piped in. “Ghel, please.”
She couldn't stop now, not when she had him on the ropes. “That means, if we refuse to sell, your dream of luxurious condos with private cabanas, landscaped gardens, complete with sky bar and lounges, are just that…nothing more than a dream.”
A muscle flexed in that sculpted jaw. At last she'd penetrated his invisible armor. “It's not my dream.”


Thank you for reading about Season, Unforgettable

Friday, May 15, 2015

Summer Lovin' Anthology - .99 for 14 Stories!

Who would like to read 14 contemporary romance novels/novellas for just 99 cents?

This summer anthology is on pre-order now, and will be available on May 19. But what I really want to do is invite everyone to our Facebook party, also on May 19 because we're having some fabulous authors, including one I've been reading for years - Jayne Ann Krentz. I'm definitely going to have a fan moment there! Oh, and I almost forgot - Jennifer Probst! She's an author many of us know and she also has a new book coming out next week.

In addition to plenty of fun, we have great prizes and giveaways so please join us here:

Is this not a great list? Sorry, we can't bring the man candy to life in your house :), but if you've ever wanted to party with any of these authors, here's your chance. Simply click on this link and accept the invitation. We'd love to have you!

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Friday, March 13, 2015

Hot 4 Friday Blog Hop! #BBfriendscafe

Welcome to the weekly HOT 4 FRIDAY Blog Hop, sponsored by Book Boyfriends Cafe. We'd love to have you join in on the Friday fun by signing up for the blog hop BOOK BOYFRIENDS CAFE HERE

Don't forget to visit all the fabulous writers participating in this week's hop. Just click on the link above and read their snippets from a 'sexual tension' scene.

My excerpt is from Decadent Deceptions, a RWA Molly Contest Finalist!

Setup: There's a serial killer on the loose in this erotic historical novel, and he has his sights on our heroine Olivia. Morgan, our alpha hero, and the man who's loved Olivia for over a decade, must stay one step ahead of the killer before the evil man strikes again. 

Excerpt: Morgan arrives in the garden to let Olivia know he's made arrangements to visit L’ Amour Immortelles Friday night.

* * *
Morgan peered between the branches of a hickory. Dressed in a fashionable lavender gown and displaying an ample amount of cleavage, Olivia was perched on a bench near her mother’s prized roses. He closed his eyes against the beauty that brought men up short, him included. A familiar, piquant mixture of jasmine and white tea blossoms wafted around him, more potent than poisonous vapors infused by a viper’s fangs. Unbeknown to the confounded woman, her secret weapon brought him to his knees after one teensy whiff.

An overt clearing of his throat prompted her to place the book she was reading in her lap. She folded her slender hands and looked up at him. "Morgan, I assume you bring good news?"

He longed to slap that smug look from her face. "Indeed, I have fulfilled my obligation, met with Madame Rousseau."

Her eyes grew wide. "And?"

"Everything is arranged. I insist on accompanying you the first time."

"The first time?" She blinked and came to her feet while placing the book on the bench. "Does that mean you’ve scheduled more than one appointment?"

With acid amusement he said, "One can hardly choose a husband after one showing. I assumed—"

She stepped toward him with a devastating smile. "I knew I could count on you, knew you’d understand."

Loath to admit it, he did empathize. Placed in her situation, he’d insist on doing the same, but it irked him beyond imagination that in two days those angelic eyes would feast upon strangers fornicating. Among other things.

He bowed slightly, straightened and waited for her to speak again.

"I’m forever in your debt, eternally grateful."

His breathing had returned to normal and he managed to respond. "Yes, well, think nothing of it. How do you plan to disguise yourself?"

"Oh," she said. "That’s the corker! Cain suggested I attire myself in men’s clothing and I couldn’t agree more. My best chance of not being recognized is to wear men’s clothing." Acknowledging the little choking noise from his throat, she looked at him sharply. "Are you all right, Morgan? What’s the matter, don’t you think it’s a splendid idea?"

How could he tell her it had nothing to do with what she would wear, but rather the impending image of her peering through that little peephole? He rocked back on his heels and said, "Leave it to our little ingenious Cain."

"What day will you arrive to escort me?"

"Friday evening, say, nine o’clock?"

An instant blush found her cheeks, and he had the strange feeling she had conjured an erotic image in her mind. "Will you be staying with me the entire time or . . . ?"

"No," he said with a knife-edged finality. "I’ll escort you to Madame Rousseau’s suite and she’ll manage the rest."

"You told her to expect a woman?"

He ground the words out. "Yes, she will expect a woman of the gentry who desires to observe an amorous liaison."

Her tone grateful she asked, "What did it cost, Morgan? You need only tell me what you paid and I’ll reimburse you on Friday."

He dismissed her question with a wave of his hand. He didn’t want her damn money. If she ever found out it fattened his pocketbook, there would be hell to pay.

"Oh no you don’t, dear friend. I can’t possibly allow you to pay for my shameless inquisitiveness."

Dear friend? Wielding a dull knife to cut out his heart to serve it à la friteuse would have sufficed. "Is that what you call it? Your inquisitiveness? I thought it fell more along the lines of depravity."

Green eyes narrowed. "You don’t approve after all?"

With another wave of his hand, he forged ahead. "Forget it, it doesn’t matter whether I approve or not. I gave my word to Cain I’d see it through to the end whether or not you’re shocked out of your pristine bloomers."

Her delicate chin tilted up. "I assure you, I’ve seen it all."

"Is that so? Where?"

"Books. You do remember my father has an extensive library, including a vast collection of nude pictorials . . . French and Italian."

With a sick knot in his stomach, he met her gaze, "One hundred dollars."


"One hundred dollars to observe fornication."

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Thursday, February 26, 2015

Hot 4 Friday Blog Hop! Book Boyfriends Cafe

Welcome to HOT 4 FRIDAY Blog Hop, sponsored by Book Boyfriends Cafe. This week's theme: First Kiss.

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My FIRST KISS is from Where the Rain Is Made, a time-travel, western romance novel. 


Heat emanated from Meko's body. Cesca didn't know much about wanton desire, but her breasts hardened beneath the doeskin shirt and a slick of wetness formed between her thighs. She could think of nothing but him removing her pants and satisfying this painful throbbing between her legs.

This man of solid muscle and power with his dark, brooding looks had frightened her in the past, but now those traits made her want him in the most shameful way. She longed for him to seize her, force himself upon her. Dear Maman, when had she lost all control of her senses?

Logic and reason left her. She didn't care if he knew how much she needed him. She slid her hand beneath his shirt, her fingers lingering over the raised circles of scar tissue near each breast. The sound of his rapid inhalation pleased her. She searched his face, hoping to read his thoughts, but found only a smoky glaze in his eyes.

Engrossed in the current of passion between them, his words startled her. "You've never lain with a man before?"

She croaked out an answer. "No."

"Then you should stop if you want to keep it that way."

"Tomorrow I could be dead." The strain had left her voice, replaced by a strength she knew she'd find with him.

"You think to taste this fruit before your life is over?"

"And you think I'm using you for—for my own selfish reasons?"

His tongue found her ear, dissolving any wavering thoughts. "I think a woman who is about to face what you must should have her every wish granted."

Hard and searching, his mouth covered hers. He lifted her without effort and shifted his weight until she lay beneath him. Her breath lodged in her chest when his hands stroked her face and trailed down her throat.

She arched beneath him, her nipples taut with need. He rolled the pants down her hips, lifted her shirt and pulled it over her head. Closing her eyes, she heard him remove his clothing and counted off the seconds. Soon that hard body would cover hers, their bare skin would meet.

She whimpered and then he was there, sliding his hands over her flesh with the skill of a sculptor. His scent intoxicated her, pure male tinged with the heady aromas of pine trees, horseflesh and the earth. Everything about the man oozed wild, including her spiraling feelings for him. Beneath her palm, his heart thundered in perfect sync with hers. How odd, his skin felt warm and cool at the same time. A shiver claimed her when he responded to her touch with a low moan.

Panting, he loomed over her, his left arm holding the weight of his body, his right hand seeking the nub of her sex. Normally shy about her body, she moaned, couldn't dispel the fire in the pit of her belly. Gentle yet demanding, he stroked her, wringing a series of gasps from her lips. In a moment of panic, she drew her legs together and cringed.

"You are afraid?" He withdrew his hand. "You wish me to stop?"

The absence of his touch stripped away the remaining doubt. She shook her head and guided his hand back. "Don't stop, please don't stop."

* Nominated for a Bookie Award
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Thursday, February 19, 2015

HOT 4 FRIDAY BLOG HOP - Book Boyfriends Cafe

Hello and thanks for dropping in!

It's time for HOT 4 FRIDAY Blog Hop sponsored by Book Boyfriends Cafe. This weeks theme: Post a scene between your hero and heroine (or hero and hero) of a HOT encounter. I think we all have at least one in our arsenal, right?

Don't forget to visit all the authors participating today. They have some great snippets from their latest releases. CLICK HERE TO VISIT

My scene is from CHASING THE DEAD, a paranormal western romance. It's also my latest release. Maddie and Deacon have a troubled past, especially since he left her standing at the altar a year ago. Maddie's been kidnapped by the Apache to dispel a vengeful ghost from their village. If she can't accomplish her task, the Apache will feed her to the dogs. Enter...Deacon Bannister who's been sent to rescue her. Now, they're running for their lives from La Fantasma, along with a beautiful, young maiden who spurned the ghost when he was alive. The spirit will do anything to steal Sacheen and take her with him into the depths of Hell.

Excerpt (Deacon and Maddie come to terms with their past)

A chorus of night sounds filled the air, and the sound of the current trickling over rocks reached him. Close, he was close to the river and possibly strangulation once he found her. A montage of nightmarish pictures flashed behind his eyelids—Madrid, in the clutches of the vaporous ghoul just before he snapped her neck, or worse, a blaze of fire consuming her beautiful body. By the time she came into view, he vacillated between beating her or drawing her into his arms and never letting go.
  She stood on the bank, her long, sable hair soaking wet, the shirt from his saddlebag draped over her slender shoulders. About to step into the trousers, she must have heard him lumbering through the brush.
She looked up her eyes wide and startled. "Deacon. Dios, you could have hollered out a warning."
"Have you completely lost your mind?" God help him, had he lost his? The image of her standing under the moonlight, her skin glistening from the water, her mouth, ripe and lush, brought him to the instant brink of red, hot desire. He wanted to taste her lips again, feel her wet heat sheathing him.
She looked at the branch in his hand and then met his eyes. "Why are you carrying a stick?"
"You have the pistol and I left the rifle with Sacheen. But now that I found you, I have a strong urge to beat you with it."
Her voice thin, she asked, "You're angry?"
He felt his jaw twitch as he advanced; one slow, step at a time. "Anger doesn't cover what I'm feeling right now, Madrid."
"Well, you needn't be so protective. The ghost does not covet me."
"Right, he wants Sacheen and you left her alone, vulnerable."
A gasp left her mouth when she peered over his shoulder in the direction of camp. "I thought…well, I have the pistol and I didn't wander far. I'm aware of the warnings now before-before la fantasma comes."
Their faces separated by mere inches now, he held her magnificent eyes, "Warnings?"
She swallowed and her voice cracked as if she had a bone stuck in her throat. "Yes, a buzzing begins in my ears and chills race down my-my spine before he appears. I didn't-didn't realize it at first but…."
Pulling her to him until she leaned against his chest, he looked down on her, his mouth hovering over hers. Lust spiraled to life inside him. He imagined his lips moving against hers, the heady rush of possessing her, being inside her again. What made him think he could ever get over her; forget about the love they shared?
"Why are you here anyway, what do you want?"
"You know what I want, and you want it too."
She wrenched from his arms and sought shelter against a nearby tree.
He advanced. "I took you once against a wall. Do you think a tree won't work as well?"