Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Cover Reveal! My New M/M Story - A Different Class

At long last, I can show off my cover for A Different Class:

Not everybody is looking forward to the FDR High Class of 2004 reunion. A courtesy call to a disgruntled alum leaves Glenn Carson shaken and saddened that anybody would let old memories fester into anger. He hopes to ease the frustration of planning the reunion with a relaxing and passionate 1 Night Stand.

Known as “Mumbles” to former classmates, Rod Maloney would prefer to focus on the present, and his successful business. Past tragedies continue to haunt him, however, and he wants Madame Eve to find him a man to show him a hot time and help him forget his troubles.

He doesn’t expect, in a way, he’s going to a reunion after all.


A Different Class comes out in April, fingers crossed. After that, it's Sugar Rush from Ellora's Cave. In the meantime, I'm trying to sort my ducks. I have some re-releases I want to polish, and a new serial. My problem is I have too much stuff going on and I don't know what to do first. This week, after I get back from TNEE, I plan to choose one thing and devote my time to finishing it. Then the next, then the next. Only way it'll get done.

Monday, March 24, 2014

Guest Author Kimber Vale: Music is My Muse

Please welcome romance author Kimber Vale!

From angry pounding metal, to pop hits from the eighties, music is my all-time favorite muse. Nothing gets me more in the mood to write, or gives me more feels than instrument and voice blending into one coherent and gorgeous entity.

I was raised in a house of music. My mom loved singing along to Barbra Streisand and Crystal Gayle. My dad can’t croon worth a hill of beans, and dances like a bear trying to scratch his back on a tree, but he never let that stop him from enjoying music. In fact, he probably blew out his eardrums long ago blasting everything from Cream to Bowie to Beyoncé. Yeah, he’s got eclectic tastes. I was raised with the speakers blaring—they serenaded our bonfire parties outdoors when I was a knee biter, and woke me from a hung-over stupor as a wayward teen.

I attended concerts like a roadie in my youth, and only slowed down briefly when my kids were really young. Now my husband and I see shows as our mini kid-free vacations. It’s fantastic. Yeah, I’m pretty sure I’ll be one of the old farts at the Fall Out Boy and Paramour show in June, but it doesn’t matter. Music feeds my soul; always has, and always will.

It only made sense that I would write a book or two about musicians.

In the first book in my Shooting Stars series, “Forever is Now,” I focused on Chance Ralan, the young, skyrocketing, superstar lead singer of the band Armageddon Showdown.

For my latest release, “Double Takes,” my hero is Gio Savale—a forty-something, fading-from-the-limelight rocker whose divorce and custody battle make him sign on to do a reality TV show to pay the bills. I loved flipping the coin on the classic rocker-as-party-god with this book. Gio is a recovered junky. He’s seen it all, done it all, and is just trying to keep from losing his son to his spiteful ex-wife. I adore how regular Joe he is in many ways, and I had an absolute blast giving him a happily ever after he never saw coming at the beginning of his book.

Blurb for Double Takes:

Ah, the life of a rock star. Everyone thinks it’s nothing but sex, drugs, and rock and roll.

Not for Giovanni Savale.

For the lead singer of Three Deaf Mice, a band that reached its pinnacle in the late nineties, it’s nothing but an ugly divorce with a custody battle, money trouble, and now the nightmare exposure of starring in a reality television show. When his producer decides to cash in on an infamous interview Gio did years ago, and give the self-confessed bisexual rocker an onscreen boyfriend, things really hit the fan. Gio is certain his sexual experimentation back in his drug-abusing days meant nothing — after all he’s been married for nine years, clean and sober for nearly as long, and he has a son. And Gio is not remotely attracted to Kyrie, the funny, flamboyant actor they choose for his love interest. Of course, Lance Garrett, the mysterious and sexy owner of the local antique shop, Double Takes, is a whole different story. The guy has Gio planning out a future he never imagined. With the threat of losing all custody of his ten-year-old son, ghosts from the past returning for revenge, and the cameras rolling, can Gio keep his head above water and his heart from getting broken?


Excerpt from Double Takes:

“What was that all about?” Lance’s warm fingers slid from Gio’s, leaving his hand cold.

“Ah, it’s dumb. The world’s most degrading way to make a paycheck.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure.” Lance stared at something past Gio’s shoulder.

“The producers took some stupid poll and found out the viewers want to see me…” Gio paused in search of the right word. What the hell did people want to see? “They wanna see me squirm. They want to see a supposedly bisexual man drowning in the same-sex dating pool. It’s all bullshit — just for ratings.”

“So, you’re not really dating that guy?”

“No! Well, yeah, I have to for the show. But not really. It’s just a publicity stunt, you know?”

“So, you aren’t bi, then?” Lance cocked his head and skewered Gio with those intense hazel eyes.

“Yeah! No! I mean … it’s not like I…” What the fuck was he even trying to say? You’ve screwed around with guys before, ass munch.

The confused squint of the eyes staring back at him — moss-green with spikes of brown radiating from his pupils — told Gio his answer didn’t exactly make sense to Lance, either.

“I always wondered if those rumors were true before you got married.” Lance made it sound like a question.

“Well, you know how it is … when you’re young, and you party too much. Sometimes you do shit you wouldn’t normally do if you weren’t fucked up, right?” Gio gave a weak laugh.

Lance’s face was introspective and finally he shook his head. “When I was young and I partied too much, I never ended up in bed with a woman, so no … I don’t know.”

Hold the fucking phone. Something skipped inside Gio’s chest. It was nauseating and exhilarating all at once. Like a rollercoaster when it crests the top of a hill. He knew he was about to drop, he craved the intoxicating free fall, but was scared shitless at the same time.

Lance placed his dinner on the coffee table and turned to Gio.

What is going on? How do I even respond to that?

“So…?” Gio began, but then Lance’s right hand wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer to those amazing eyes, his mouth closer to Lance’s flawless one.

Lips, soft yet firm and unbelievably full, pressed to Gio’s and his eyelids dropped like they were weighted. Fingers carded the hair at the back of his head and lured him to kiss back. Or maybe it was the faint spicy smell Gio now associated with Lance that made his lips pucker and nibble against the other guy’s delicious mouth. Gio detected a hint of lemon poppy seed dressing as he sucked a voluptuous bottom lip between his own.

Lance’s tongue darted out to lick Gio’s closed mouth, and Gio opened to suck in a surprised breath. Gio’s tongue had a will of its own. It touched Lance’s wet tip and they swirled together, exploring each other’s taste, marking new territory in the other’s domain.

A low rumble came from somewhere; Gio wasn’t sure if it was he or Lance who groaned. He wanted to grab the man sitting next to him, wanted to slide his hand up the inseam of his jeans and stroke his dick into dripping hardness. Gio’s own cock was filling, twitching against the constraints of his pants with each meeting of their tongues.

Oh my God, what the hell am I doing? Nothing about this kiss — hot slippery tongues meshing and soft bristles tickling his cheeks — nothing about it was like his memories of other men. Those were hazy and unreal and this was vibrant — electric. His conscience had long ago associated those fleeting, drugged sexual acts with perversion. He had swept them under the carpets of history along with his ancient addictions. But this kiss didn’t make him think of sinfulness and mistakes. It felt right like nothing before ever had. It flooded his senses and his prick and had him aching for more, everything Lance had.

Gio pulled away from his thoughts and from Lance’s lips. His breath came in shallow gasps that exposed him as much as the bulge in his pants did. Lance slid his warm hand off Gio’s neck and took a shaky inhalation. Gio swallowed hard as he swiped his hair back with trembling fingers. His plate was still in the other hand, tilting precariously but fortunately not dumped all over the floor. He set it down on the table just as a cheer went up on the television.

The Red Sox had scored a home run. I only got to first base, but man I was close to dropping to my knees and knocking this one out of the park. What the fuck?


“Double Takes” releases from Liquid Silver Books on April 28th, 2014. If you haven’t read “Forever is Now,” here’s your chance to be up to speed when book two comes out. Both are stand-alone stories, but I will say that Chance and Alex have a walk-on (and a walk down the aisle) in “Double Takes.” J

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Saturday, March 22, 2014

Guest Author Constance Phillips: Resurrecting Harry

Constance Phillips has a book birthday! Let's party!

Resurrecting Harry
Constance Phillips
A Paranormal Romance, 246 pages
Crescent Moon Press

Can the greatest escape artist ever known break the grim reaper’s chains to save the only woman he’s ever loved?

In order to save Bess from self-destruction, Harry Houdini puts his afterlife on the line by entering a wager with purgatory’s keeper. He gives Harry a younger face and body, and a new name: Erich Welch.

Bess clings to his promise to deliver a coded message from beyond the grave, determined to provide the bridge for him to cross, even if that means befriending her husband's sworn enemy.

Erich needs to help Bess over her loss and put her on the road to healing, but will any good come from resurrecting Harry?

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For Harry Houdini, failure wasn't an option.

Being closed into the old steamer trunk didn't faze him, not even when the familiar sound of a padlock clanking in place echoed in his ear. When water began to seep through the seams, most men would panic, but years of experience pushed down the instinct. He knew his faithful assistant and wife, Bess, had slipped into the spotlight to distract the crowd and raise the tension, just like they'd practiced for hours and performed dozens of times.

While the fans anticipated the worst, he took a slow and measured breath and prepared for several minutes without oxygen.

Harry focused on his center from behind veiled lids and used every last bit of strength to extend his legs. The side of the trunk he'd carefully loosened the night before popped off, and the water now rushed in. With cuffed hands, he felt along the lid, guiding himself out. His hooked pinky swiped the key from beneath his tongue, but the metallic taste remained.

Lifting his legs, he made short work of the shackles binding his ankles and then arched his back, reaching toward the surface. In seconds, the cuffs securing his wrists fell away too.

All that was left was to break the surface and claim his reward. The roar of the crowd and Bess's loving arms were the only two things that thrilled him more than defying death. Her and his fans gave him the drive to succeed.

Light faded away, as if rain clouds covered the sun or as if he was sinking further away from his destination.

His world spun like a child's top. A pulse thumped in his ear and molten-hot blood pumped through his veins. Pure adrenaline fueled the glimpses of his past, which flashed by like the slides his brother, Theo, showed after every vacation. But Harry wasn't watching the events unfold; he relived the memories over and again.

The spinning stopped. He now hung upside down, wrapped tighter than a Christmas present. His Chinese Water Torture Chamber, a straight jacket and the stage of the Orpheum Theatre; Harry might as well be safe at home in bed. He'd free himself from the binds as soon as he pushed his shoulder out of joint.

With a pop, this faded to white too.

Always trapped. Never escaping. No reward.

The spinning continued, like a phonograph record.

Shivers raked his body. In the distance, he could hear a doctor offering comfort and explaining to a sobbing Bess that hope was lost.

Harry saw nothing, just shuddered and listened. Icy water enveloped him; his neck rested on the frosty cast-iron tub. No matter how many times he relived it, he still believed his infection would clear and the fever would break. He may have stood in the shadow cast by the angel of death, but he still denied the inevitable. A burst appendix destroy the great Harry Houdini, master escape artist and expert showman? Never. When the lights fell on his final performance, something grander than illness would extinguish his flame.

Swallowing hard, he fought the quiver in his lips and tried to call out for Bess. Her touch to his cheek would provide the needed strength. The only vision that ever played out completely: he whispered her name and watched his own chest rise and fall for the last time.

Spinning. Spinning.

The cold vanished, his pain dissipated, but the mental torture never ended. Over and over he experienced his greatest challenges, but not the successes. Never completing an escape and returning to Bess's embrace kept him lonely and devastated. What had he done to deserve such torment, and for how long would this agony continue?

Harry always believed in ashes to ashes. When his heart stopped, his mind would too. Anything else seemed impossible, but now he knew different. This was Hell.

But what of the fire and brimstone ol' man Thomas used to preach about on the corner?

As a child, Harry's sainted mother would rush him past Seventh and Main where the elderly man testified to the world. She'd whisper passages from the Torah and remind him his main concern should be this life. Despite his mother's dislike for the reverend, he taught Harry a valuable lesson that would stick with him his whole life: give people a show.

Would it disappoint the preacher to know that, despite what the scriptures said, Hell didn't torture the body with never-ending fires, but focused on the mind? Harry knew this was worse.

His stomach heaved to and fro. Bile bubbled in his gut and pushed its way up, burning his throat, but the relief vomiting would bring never came.

Why won't the spinning stop? Maybe because he allowed it to continue. Change comes from within. That's how he lived his life: for every action, a reaction. Why should death be different?

No more complacency.

He tightened his muscles and stretched his body as taut as possible. "STOP!"

Spinning. Spinning. As if he was embedded on a reel-to-reel film and someone had pushed rewind, but he was through being held at someone else's mercy. Again, he ordered an end to the torture.

The loud clank of rusty gears grinding together sounded, and he felt whatever force kept him tied to this existence snap. His body plummeted and his arms thrashed; pleas turned to screams. Maybe there was something worse than the status quo. Falling faster now, he tensed his muscles and braced for the agonizing pain of hitting the ground.

Soft and comforting instead, like slipping into a feather bed and wrapping up in a patchwork quilt, he felt ground beneath him. And serenity. An end to his anguish? He opened his eyes and wondered if he'd see anything but his past. White padding adorned the walls and the floor, like he'd seen in those mental hospitals he toured while concocting his straightjacket escape.

But Harry wasn't crazy. He was dead.

The air shifted; the temperature rose. Sweat replaced the goose bumps that covered his arms. A body? Harry touched the flesh to make sure it was real. The image of a floating soul now shattered by this reality. Hot, humid air burned his lungs as he leaned against the wall and looked up into the ice-blue eyes of a stranger, who loomed a good foot taller than Harry and was wrapped in tight, black leather like the blacksmiths he'd known in his youth or the cowboys he'd first met out west. Long, black hair veiled the stranger's face. He lit a cigarette and threw his head back, inhaling deeply and giving Harry another look at those bizarre eyes. A shiver rode his spine. "My God."

A bubbling laugh erupted from the giant. "Not bloody likely."

**Nominated for A Grave Tells 2013 Reader’s Choice Award in the Sugar Shock Category

A touching tale that delves into love, responsibility, loyalty, death and grief. I’m going to have to read more on Houdini now. Such a fascinating character! – Shawna Romkey, Author of Speak of the Devil

This charming tale of will make you laugh and cry. Told with such emotive candor we watch as Harry disguised as Erich learns about love, trust, and forgiveness. – Louann Carroll, Author of Gemini Rising

This book is truly one of the best love stories of the ages I have read. So touching. – Kriss Morton of Cabin Goddess

This is an old-fashioned love story with a ghost story kind of twist. – Katie O’Sullivan, Author of Son of a Mermaid

Constance Phillips Bio
Constance Phillips lives in Ohio with her husband, two ready-to-leave-the-nest children, and four canine kids. Her perfect fantasy vacation would involve hunting Dracula across Europe with her daughter, who also digs that kind of stuff. When she's not writing about fairies, shifters, vamps, and guardian angels, she's working side-by-side with her husband in their hardwood flooring business.

Constance is actively involved in her local Romance Writers of America chapter (MVRWA) and the Southeast Michigan chapter of the United States Pony Club. When not writing or enjoying the outdoors, she loves reality television or can be found at a Rick Springfield concert (just look for the pink Converse high tops).

Constance blogs regularly at You can also follow her on Twitter or friend her on Facebook.
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Friday, March 21, 2014

Alexa Bourne: Liar, Liar

Please welcome Alexa Bourne!

Thank you for letting me visit! Today I want to talk about the hero in my current book, LIAR, LIAR. Grady Cooper lived inside my head for several years before my publisher accepted him into the family. He is the larger-than-life character whose personality, quirks and weaknesses percolated in my brain while I started and finished other stories. Of all my characters, I’m going to go so far as to say Grady was the least difficult to write.

Notice I didn’t say easiest. J

He’s not an easy guy to love- for me or the heroine. He’s stubborn, self-centered and he makes no excuses for his behavior. He tells it like it is…as long as it helps him. If not, he has no qualms about telling a lie. When I got over the “bad” in him, I began to see such potential. The man’s personality lit up the pages again as I crafted the story and introduced him to his perfect match, his forever girl, Devin.

Yes, Grady put me through some tough times, some difficulties that made me want to walk away from him and Devin’s story. His background took a while to uncover and when it did it tugged at my heartstrings and made me explore all the good in him. In the end, he charmed Devin and me and made the wild ride of writing his story definitely worth it.

Today is DAY 2 of my LIAR, LIAR Blog Tour! Come follow me on this path, tweet about the tour and share the details on Facebook. For each comment you make (or tweet or Facebook post) along the way, you’ll move closer to winning one of three great prizes!


Alexa Bourne is a teacher by day and a romance writer by nights, weekends, and all school holidays. She also teaches online classes for writers throughout the year. She writes romantic suspense and contemporary romance and is thrilled to have the chance to share her stories with readers everywhere.

When she’s not concocting sinister plots and steamy love scenes or traveling and exploring new cultures, Alexa spends her time reading, watching brainless TV, and thinking about exercising. Okay, she also spends way too much time interacting with readers and writers on social media sites. But don’t tell her editors! Find out more about her and her books on her website,


Unable to protect her mother from her father as a child, Devin McQueen has made it her mission as an adult to protect as many abused women and children as she can. The rare moments she’s not consumed with work as a victims’ advocate, she limits her involvements to safe, predictable men….until she meets bounty hunter Grady Cooper. He is big, bold, brash, and has no problem speaking his mind.
            Growing up in a broken home, Grady realized early on that good deeds had a price.  To survive, he learned to weigh every decision by what he could gain. Unfortunately, the successful, solitary life he’s worked so hard to create spins out of control when demons from his past shake his confidence. His boss has given him one last chance—bring in Devin’s latest client quickly, and quietly and maybe he’ll still have a job. It didn’t sound unreasonable until he met Devin.
 Suddenly, Grady must make a decision: save his career or follow his heart?


If Grady Cooper had any hope of salvaging his professional reputation, he needed to charm Devin McQueen into giving him what she’d never given any other man.
He tucked his keys into his cargo shorts, stared up at the five-story office building and cursed the humidity.
And his dilemma.
Needing anyone was bad enough. Being forced to rely on a complete stranger to help prove he wasn’t a menace to society was as appealing as the Red Sox using his head for batting practice. If she refused to help him, he’d lose his job for sure.
“That’s not going to happen,” he whispered. He’d do whatever he had to, promise her the world even, to get himself out of this mess and restore his reputation. By the time she realized he had no intention of honoring his pledge, he’d be a free man and he could get back to chasing the bad guys instead of being labeled one.
Whatever it took.
He pushed the glass door open and flew up the stairs two at a time to the third floor. As he walked down the hallway, he glanced at the business names on the doors: law offices, non-profit offices, save the bleeding heart offices. Rooms of people he’d probably chased a bail jumper for at one time or another.
Loud thumps filtered into the hallway from somewhere up ahead.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Trade rule number one: Always expect the worst. Still, the noises could have been any number of things: a fallen chair, a muffled voicemail message, boxes of printer paper being dropped. It could have been nothing connected to this woman.
As he got closer to the door with Soul Survivors carved on it, the name of McQueen’s business, the noises got louder. Glass shattered. A series of thumps passed from behind the door. A woman’s voice flew through the walls like a high-pitched war cry.
What if someone wanted Devin McQueen even more than Grady did?
Too bad. He had to put his own needs first.
Adrenaline pushed him. He turned the doorknob.
Damn it. Locked.
He shoved his shoulder against the wooden door. It budged. Barely. Inside, more glass broke. A male voice growled through a string of swear words.
Whoever stood on the other side of this door could not have her.
Grady gritted his teeth and jammed his shoulder against the door again. This time, it flew open and hurled him into the office.
Silence reigned across the room. With his shoulder throbbing, he scanned the scene. One upended chair, one thug cradling his nuts, the other, older one, bleeding from his nose and one wild-eyed woman in the center of it all. The bleeding man had his arms wrapped around the woman’s chest, crushing her…assets under his forearms.
Grady bit back a grin. If this was Devin McQueen, then some of the rumors were true. She could hold her own. But now she didn’t need to. “What’s the matter, guys? Couldn’t find anyone your own size to pick on?”

Seriously Shifter Giveaway Hop! With Leigh Ellwood

Alpha Male Madness Hop
Welcome, hoppers! I'm thrilled to be part of the Seriously Shifter Giveaway Hop. I am Leigh Ellwood and I have authored the following shifter stories. You can purchase them on Amazon, and I have linked individually to All Romance below:

Undercover PassionsNOTE: The title was previously published as Under Covers. It has been heavily revised, with new scenes and a new ending.

Undercover reporter Libby Hoffman works for the sleaziest tabloid on the newsstand, promoting all the "news" that fits. She's reluctant to work on her latest assignment - exposing the shortcomings of a high-profile personality - but encouragement from her sexy colleague Marcella gets her in the mood...not necessarily for the news.

When Libby discovers certain things are not what they seem, she realizes she's stumbled on more than mere Pulitzer material. Can she make headlines, or will her infatuation with Marcella stop the presses?

Love is BlissLOVE IS BLISS features two hot, erotic novellas by award-winning Leigh Ellwood. Both stories are also available separately.


Living in Bliss, New Jersey has it perks, unless you're a shifter looking for love or a human looking for peace and quiet. Not only does Calla Savitch, owner of Shear Bliss salon, have to deal with warring panthers and werewolves with overlapping appointments, she's fed up with their constant matchmaking attempts. The last thing she wants especially is a hook-up with the one shifter who broke her heart years ago. Handsome were-panther Caleb Houlihan still nurses the guilt of Calla's heartbreak, but when presented with a second chance to woo her he is reluctant. Calla may forgive his youthful indiscretions, but when she discovers his aunt's true motive for wanting them together, will she send him packing?


Betrothed for years to Malcolm Weaver, Trisha Houlihan has grown tired of archaic panther shifters ways and wants to live on her own terms. A chance meeting with a hot stranger serves to spark her rebellion, but backfires when she discovers she's fooling around with her intended. Malcolm isn't keen on old traditions, either, but there's something about Trisha that inspires him to make an exception. Trisha is certainly exceptional, unlike other she-panthers, and he is convinced they were meant to be, regardless of the circumstances that brought them together. Trisha wants to resist, but her growing attraction to Malcolm proves problematic. Can these two find a balance between tradition and passion and create a happily ever after?

On this stretch of the Jersey Shore, it's a different "situation"!

I am planning a third story in the Bliss universe for a special holiday project, due out at the end of the year. I'm having some fun plotting out the story. If you enjoy holiday romance with a paranormal twist, I hope you'll come back to learn more. In the meantime, let me know your favorite style of shifter in the comments and sign up for the giveaway!

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Thursday, March 20, 2014

Eva Lefoy and Shiloh Saddler: Perfect Ride

Eva Lefoy is back, and she brought Shiloh Saddler with her!

In Perfect Ride, Cole Richards is caught between a rock and a hard place. It’s a tough place to be. He can’t be out on the circuit, and he can’t be out at home. His father hates his so-called indecent urges to be with a man and we see him give Cole hell about it in the story. Cole would surely create more suffering for himself if he came out in a very male sport. Bull riding ain’t for sissies and most of the riders have the idea that gay men are exactly that: sissies.

Well dear readers, we know better, don’t we?

Cole also suffers from loneliness and a hectic travel schedule. He’s never in one place long enough to find a relationship and that leaves him with few options. So he has a few trysts with his boss’s gay-curious son. Yeah, that’s pretty desperate but I bet it happens all the time. There have to be a lot of gay-curious men out there in real life. Maybe they are gay, maybe they’re not. Maybe they find out they’re bi, or maybe they decide that it’s not worth the trouble. At any rate, Cash decides he’s not gay but he still tries to scare away Cole’s hunky bull rider. And it works, for a little while. Until the bull rider comes back for what’s his.

Loneliness makes people do strange things but when Cole meets the black bull rider Garrett Anderson he knows he’s found a good thing. Hanging on to him’s another. Does Garrett really feel the same way about Cole? And is he willing to retire from the sport in order to have a relationship?
Find out in Perfect Ride.

Thanks for reading!

The whole storyline for Perfect Ride is:

Professional bull rider Garrett Anderson lives for the next town, the next trophy and his next ride. When he rolls into Sheridan, Wyoming, the last thing he expected was to meet a cowboy like Cole—a man who corrals his heart and leaves him aching for the kind of love he’s been missing.

A bull tender on the PBR circuit Cole Richards secretly longs for a lover but wasn’t prepared for Garrett’s passion or the longing their one brief tryst kindles.  After he is shot and recovering in his hospital bed, Cole can only watch Garrett’s disastrous ride afraid it could be his last. Heartbroken when the battered and bruised bull rider leaves town, Cole knows better than to hope to see him again.

Attacked again and knee-deep in trouble, Cole wants only Garrett at his side. But can his bull rider trade fame and fortune for a lifetime with his one perfect ride?


As the minutes passed he lay there thinking about his first glimpse of Garrett naked, the taste of his cock, the way his smooth, black skin shimmered when moist. Then, the way his hands had groped him, the touch intense and needy. God. If he could have a man touch him like that every night….
Since leaving home branded the black sheep of the family for his “urgings” as his pa called them, he’d never once had a steady lover. Out on the circuit there was little time for a relationship. One couldn’t really call three fumbling quickies with Cash a relationship either. When Cash had gotten what he’d wanted, he’d decided he wasn’t gay after all. He frowned at the illicit memory intruding upon his Garrett worship. The whole scenario never did sit right with him. What the hell had Cash expected anyway? Men’s loving was…. well, it just was. It wasn’t any part straight and it wasn’t any part easy.
Cole sighed, gazing at Garrett’s face. He knew better than to fall head over heels for a bull rider who’d ride out of town the day after tomorrow headed to his next gig. Trouble was, there was nobody around half as good as him to fall for and he was getting tired of waiting.
His last thought before falling asleep was whether he should have left the fan on.
He woke to Garrett standing over him fully clothed, snapping his PBR belt buckle into place.
“Hey, yourself. I gotta register, get my number, and do my equipment check by five.”
“Oh yeah,” was all he could think to say. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he swung lethargic legs over the bed and sat on the edge. “Okay.”
Garrett paused. If he didn’t know better, he’d say he looked hesitant, an emotion bull riders rarely exhibited. “What time you go to work?”
“Six thirty.”
“Have a good night.” Garrett bent in half, cupped the back of his head and kissed him. Then he walked right out the door.

Perfect Ride is out now from Decadent Publishing.

By the way, Shiloh and I are currently editing book II, which is young bull rider Freddy’s story. Look for it later this year!


Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.

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Shiloh Saddler likes to do research for her steamy romances first hand. She has invented a time machine and travels back to the 19th century on a regular basis. There are experimental settings on her time machine which could propel her into the future and even other worlds. She believes love and a good book makes anything possible.

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Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Guest Author Krista Ames: Second Nature

Please welcome Krista Ames!

Second Nature
Krista Ames
Contemporary Romance
The Wild Rose Press
58 pages, sensual heat rating

If a second chance presented itself, would you take it?
When the love of Dana's life leaves without a word, moving on is the last thing she wants to do.  Despite loving him, she believes she will never see him again but, little does she know, she's being set up for a night that will change her life forever.
Nicholas, A Navy man, did the only thing he could to save the woman he loved.  Driven by a secret, he disappeared and now returns, years later, with hope for love.  With one opportunity, will he be able to make things right, or is it just too late? 
Will she resist the desire she has for a second chance or will it be Second Nature?

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“I’m sorry, sweetheart.”
 She sucked back a sob, her fight slipping away. “I’ve wanted to be mad at you for so long.” She rolled her eyes.   “Why do you have to look so damn good in that uniform?”
          He chuckled and cupped her face in his hands, lowering his head to brush his lips gently against hers.
Instant ignition.
“Oh, God, please don’t.” She placed her palms to his solid chest, feeling his muscled pecks under all that uniform. Her body trembled from the tip of her toes to the top of her head. Startled by her immediate reaction to him, she pushed him away.
 “This can’t happen, Nicholas. I’m not young and naïve anymore. You broke my heart once.  I won’t let you do it again.” Whew. She hadn’t been sure she’d actually be able to say those words aloud.
 His hands dropped to his sides, not stopping her when she stepped away.
          “Dana, we need to talk. There’s a lot you don’t know about the night I left.”
 Too little too late.  She needed to flee, but couldn’t think beyond this moment. She wanted this man so much it hurt, but too much pain had been suffered. She turned, shaking her head. “It doesn’t matter anymore.”
          He reached for her arm. 
          “It does matter, damn it. At least to me.” He ran his hand through his hair.  “Please stay, Dana. You’re here and this night is about our friends and their wedding. That’s the most important thing right now—being here for our friends.”
She hesitated.  Damn him, he was right. She was here for her friend, even though she was really pissed at Amy for purposely leading her into this mess. Amy knew full well Dana would be a wreck, but she would deal with her friend later. She avoided Nick’s eyes and just nodded in agreement.

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Author Bio:
Born and raised in Northern Indiana, Krista now resides in Northern Lower Michigan.  She is married to a very supportive man who allows her to follow her true passion of writing and never complains when she is pirated away on her computer for hours.  He is excellent at bouncing ideas around with and even helps the occasional writers block.  He’s also a terrific “in house” editor.  Krista is also a mother of 4 ornery children who keep her plenty busy.  With an addition of 2 beautiful chocolate lab sisters and a playful kitty, there is never a dull or spare moment in her household.

Krista has always loved to read and would often sit up for hours into the night not able to put down a book until she was finished.  She still reads when she can but her main focus is creating her own stories to share with the world.

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Horny Hump Day: Voyeur

An NSFW excerpt follows. 18+, please.

Welcome to Horny Hump Day. Each Wednesday, authors post in a blog hop three sentences from a work or WIP - only the horniest bits. This is my first time doing it (heh), so I'm starting with something old school. My Phaze Sparkler short, Voyeur, came out a while ago:

The woman's spread-eagled position widened, and her hips twitched. The guy must really be good at what he was doing, Marissa decided. Her own pussy ached and twitched with anticipation underneath her crisp volunteer whites, then her arousal nearly spilled down her legs as a warm hand curled over her shoulder and drew her backward.

About the Story

A recent hire at a senior residence, Marissa unwittingly falls victim to the staff practial joke when she walks in on a young couple enthusiastically making love. The beautiful Barbara Baylor suffers from early onset Alzheimer's, so she and her husband make the most of every lucid moment they have. Marissa, greatly affected by this act of accidental voyeurism, turns her lustful thoughts to her very attractive supervisor, Glen. But when Erik Baylor learns Marissa was caught peeking, Marissa's destined to enjoy the residents picnic in ways she would never have imagined.

You can buy Voyeur at ARe.

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Sue Swift's New Book is Here! #EroticRomance

Fellow EC author Sue Swift has a new release! If you love paranormal, preview BLOOD IS THICKER today.

Blood is Thicker... a short story
(previously Immortal Hunters)

Genre: Paranormal action-adventure.

A century-old vampire, Rama is used to shadows and loneliness.
She uses the name Hestia White and lives in a coastal town working as a private investigator. If some bad guys disappear on her shift, no one cares…until John van Helsing shows up. Bearing the name of the vamps’ greatest foe, he interferes in her case and in her life.

Friend, lover or enemy?

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Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written seventeen romance novels in several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s worked for Total-E-Bound, Liquid Silver Books and Ai Press, where she is currently Managing Editor. She also takes private clients.

Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.

A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.

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