Yay for Air Conditioning by Anna Lund

The unusual bout of hot weather we’ve been having lately has been keeping me indoors almost as much as the normally long, cold winters do. Curling up with a good book in the air conditioning this summer has been just as enjoyable as all those winters reading by the fire.

If you’re looking for a summer romance that’s hot enough you’ll be doubly glad of that air conditioner, check out Summer Lover.

It’s been getting some great customer reviews:

Categories: Anna Lund, Books, summer romance, Uncategorized | 1 Comment

Release Day! Rhonda Lee Carver

bio123Hi, y’all!

Rhonda Lee Carver is the bestselling author of the series Second Chance Cowboys and the Cowboys of Nirvana. She has written more than 40 books and loves writing heroes who love to get their hands dirty and heroines who readers can relate to. Rhonda sprinkles her stories with a dash of reality, a teaspoon of heartbreak. a splattering of second chances and a heaping amount of romance.

From cowboys to military to lawmen to wolves…you’ll find your reason to fall in love.

Rhonda loves connecting with readers, so please click on the links below and let her know your passion for reading!


Summer is flying and I’m knocking out cowboys–not literally–but I’ve been hitting my keyboard fast and hard. I’m excited today because The Discreet Cowboy (#6, Cowboys of Nirvana) is available now! If you pre-ordered it, you should have it in your Kindle. If you didn’t, no worries. Grab it now! I’ll have the buy links below.

This story was one of my faves to write. Dade hit the dirt off a horse and was temporarily paralyzed. Docs told him he’d never walk again, but nothin’ keep a cowboy down. After grueling, long therapy, he’s walking again–but not quite as recovered as he’s hoped. Dade also has a few secrets that might shock you, or entice you, or maybe a bit of both. Warning: He’s the youngest cowboy I’ve written and the most naive.



Here’s a snippet. Enjoy!

Starting for the hem of her shirt, she stopped. One horse moved away from the others at a slow trot.

Narrowing her eyes, she focused. Is that a man sitting on top?

She swallowed.

Dade sat in the saddle. He was far enough away that she couldn’t make out the details of his face, but she’d recognize the black hat and broad shoulders anywhere. So he traded in his wheels for hooves? Blowing out a long breath, she tapped the toe of her shoe in frustration. How had he found her? Couldn’t he take a hint? Angry that he ruined her moment of tranquility, she had half a mind to stomp across the field and tell him to go jump off a cliff—with a parachute, of course.

Telling him anything about her frustration wouldn’t work. He’d just play stupid and pretend it was only a coincidence that she saw him everywhere she went.

Well, so be it! She stomped onto the dock, the wood creaking under her feet.

She wouldn’t let him deter her from enjoying herself. In fact, she’d show him!

Dragging her tank over her head and dropping it, next came her shorts. Her nipples budded and she wanted to believe that it was caused by the cool breeze, but the moisture building between her legs couldn’t be ignored or chalked up to weather. There was something insanely erotic about standing in the open, partially naked, with a handsome stranger watching her. Yeah, he’s watching me alright. His hand came up and rubbed his jaw, and he shifted in the saddle. The horse pranced from foot to foot, then clawed at the ground. Did the mare sense Dade’s irritation…or tension?

Her core pulsated and her skin warmed. She had only meant to prove a point, but instead she’d unleashed a fiery awareness inside of her, one she hadn’t felt in a very long time. Her nipples were now bunched and pressing against the lace of her bra, craving a hand or a mouth to put out the achiness.

Not sure what had come over her, she had no choice but to follow through. A good cooling off was exactly what she needed to drench the desire. Taking a step, her knees weak and trembling, she stood at the edge of the dock, then jumped into the water with a splash.

A second later, she surfaced to the top, squealing. “Holy fuck!” The water was frigid. She hadn’t thought this idea through very well. Her bottom lip quivered, her teeth chattered, and her toes were like ice cubes as she swam to the ladder of the deck. She climbed the rungs slowly as her blood started circulating again. Dripping wet and skin scattered with goosebumps, she hurried and pulled on her clothes in record time.

Feeling somewhat human again, she remembered why she’d done the stunt in the first place.

Scanning the field where Dade had been, he was gone. Disappointment slithered through her. She skimmed the line of trees and the fence where the horses were grazing, further in the distance where a group of deer munched on foliage along the edge of the brush. She hooded her eyes with her hand to protect them from the sun, which made everything appear blurred, as she looked toward the road. She caught a tiny glimpse of him riding away. Her stomach twisted as her core tingled.

Did he think she was completely out of control?

It didn’t matter what he thought.

Yeah, it sort of did. Ridiculous.

“The secret to getting rid of the cowboy was to strip naked.” She wasn’t sure why that bothered her. Wasn’t that what she wanted?

Buy links:

Amazon US  Amazon UK  Amazon CA  Amazon AU


Connect with me…

website  Goodreads  Facebook  Rowdy Readers  Newsletter  Twitter

Categories: 69 Shade Of Smut, Uncategorized | Tags: , | Leave a comment

Cowboy radar–Rhonda Lee Carver

Have you ever been in a public place, see a handsome man and think to yourself…”wow, he’d make a great cover model.” That happens to me a lot and I sadly keep walking when all I want to do is stop, ask for his name and number. No, not for the reason you’re thinking. I want him to appear on the cover of one of my books. The other day, my wee one and I were walking in the park and I spotted the perfect ‘model’. Tall, built spectacular (I like my men more on the natural side, although I respect how much work it takes for buff models to get toned with no body fat), and strong–he was running up and down a big hill, over and over, sweating, slick…oh my. My radar triggered, the desire to ask him if he’d consider modeling was rolling through my brain, and he was right there…

There are several factors to consider here. One, how corny is it to walk up to a man and ask if he’d model for you? Reminds me of one of those Lifetime creepy movies where photographers approach attractive women and lure them back to a private spot for sinister acts. With that in mind, I’m 5’2, around 110. He was a good 6’2, weighing at least 200. Cross the perverted and sinister act off. Two, it takes an outgoing, brave soul to approach anyone and ask them such a question. I look around for a wife, girlfriend, lover, partner…anyone who’d think I was flirting. No one in sight. You’d never believe how many women/men refuse to let their partner model for a romance novel.

Okay, so I’ve talked myself into asking the guy. After all, he could say yes, or no. It’s a toss up.

I tell my wee one what I’m going to do and she freaks out. Suddenly I’ve moved from the cool mom box to the embarrassing mom box. What?!? Her face turns three shades of innocent red and she takes off at a run. And here’s the thing…the understanding that I have with my kids is that I’m their mom. Being embarrassed by me is part of life. I can’t help that anymore than I can control the weather. Just as they can’t help that they bug the shit out of me at times. But we still love each other. Amazingly so.

Out of respect for my kid, I walk on–well, actually run because she is about a half mile ahead of me at this point. It’s unbelievable how fast a kid can move with the right motivation. Dang! I just know he would have said yes!


Let’s talk hot cowboy, shall we?

Have you pre-ordered The Discreet Cowboy (Book 6, Cowboys of Nirvana) yet?




She hinged at the waist, wrapping her fingers around his wide girth and bending over him. She couldn’t wait to get her mouth on him and, just as she was about to suckle him between her lips, a knock came at the door.

Dade stiffened and she narrowed her eyes. “Go away,” she muttered.

Another heavy pounding came and the vase sitting on the table shook.

Felicia sat up, trepidation racing down her spine. She looked at Dade in curiosity, mouthing, “Who is it?”

He shrugged. “I’ll look.”

With disappointment, she unclutched his cock and watched him cross to the window. He looked as good going as he did coming. His ass was tight and squeezable.

“Oh fuck!” he whispered.

Her breath caught. “What?”

A pale, pasty color took the place of Dade’s normal olive complexion. “Chase is out there.”

“Oh shit!” She bounced off the bed and pulled the shirt around to cover her nudity. “What do we do?”

“We don’t answer the door like this.” He started for his jeans on the floor. She’d never seen a man slip into pants so quickly before. “You go to the bathroom and get dressed. I’ll take care of Chase.”

“Are you sure?” This could be World War Three getting ready to erupt.

He nodded. “Yes, I’m sure.”

“Open up. I know you’re in there!” Chase yelled through the door.

“You’ll need this.” She slipped his shirt from her shoulders and handed it over. She moved toward the bathroom carrying her clothes when Dade caught her by the elbow and pulled her back. She looked up at him, confused. “Yes?”

“One more.” He kissed her on the lips. It was brief, but it told her they were on each other’s side when it came to Chase.

Buy here

Can I get your help with my Thuderclap campaign? Just click on the link and add your support. Easy peasy! Much appreciated!



Let’s connect!

website  goodreads  facebook  street team and review team  newsletter  twitter


Categories: Books, Cowboys, Cowboys of Nirvana, Rhonda Lee Carver, Uncategorized | Tags: , , , , | 4 Comments

Finding Balance-Lynn Chantale

One of the hardest things I do as a writer is to find balance. I either sit in front of the computer and write too much, as if, or stay in the house too much, or do other things outside the house. This is especially true when I’m on deadline.

So, to keep balance I use routine. Three days a week I make a point to go to the gym. Each week, unless something comes up, I learn how to get around the city by bus, I make a date with friends, and finally I spend a little time each day writing.

This helps to keep the creative juices rolling. There is a constant input of new information, and now that I know how to get to two different libraries, (one’s on the beach with a fantabulous view), there’s no shortage of places to write and socialize.

Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Desires.


Categories: Uncategorized | 1 Comment

Bay Area Book Festival by Alice Gaines

On June 5, I took part in a panel discussion at the Bay Area Book Festival in Berkeley.  (Yes, that Berkeley.)  The second annual festival, and the first time they invited a bunch of romance writers to speak.  Only a little slow.  :)

The gave us the fabulous subject Romance and Feminism:  From Bodice Rippers to Trailblazers.  Here’s our panel.  grouppic  In the back, Beth Barany (moderator) and Aya deLeon and in the front Moi, Kristin Miller, and Gail Carriger.

Although I adored the subject, I had to laugh a bit.  I started reading and writing romance in the heyday of bodice rippers, and I have a fewe books with covers to prove it.  The women in romance novels were always trailblazers–independent women with goals of their own who required their men to fit into their lives, not the other way around.  This is nothing new, but it’s nice to have the outside world notice.

I have to admit to some trepidation when I consider taking part in literary events other than those specifically about romance.  I’m always afraid someone is going to look down his nose (likely his, not hers) at what I write.  I expect questions like “Are you ever going to write a real book?” or “Romance is just porn for women, right?”

None of those things happened.  We had an overflow crowd with people standing in the hallway outside.  The audience was receptive and enthusiastic.  It was a fabulous experience.

goodpaneI decided to address the subject of feminism in historical romance.  It seemed an apt topic because in historicals our heroines live in societies where they had relatively little power and freedom.  But our heroines manage to stick up for themselves very well.  I mentioned my own historicals, which include such heroines as a professional orchid nurserywoman, a jewel thief, a wealthy American who wants to follow Darwin’s journeys around South American, and an American heiress who wants to sleep her way across Europe.  No shrinking violets these ladies.

Here I am holding up one of my bodice ripper covers.me and bookOverall, it was a fabulous experience, and if I’m asked to do it again next year, I’ll jump at the chance.  If you live in the San Francisco Bay Area, be sure to check out the book festival.

And by the way, I’ll have two releases next month, so I’ll be raffling off more of my handknitted items to someone on my mailing list.  Here’s one of the items:

IwristwarmersIf you’d like to enter to win these wrist warmers (and a couple of other things), visit my blog.  The form is on the front page.  http://www.alicegaines.blogspot.com



Categories: Alice Gaines, Uncategorized | Tags: | Leave a comment

GUISE’ trilogy Menage A Trois’ Arc sample launches by R.M.Simone’

Guise collage   from author R.M.Simone. GUISE” trilogy..

An American new author is flying to London to meet with and sign her new publishing contract… Setting is at the Iconic GHERKIN building in London”s financial district… What begins to play out is more than a business book meeting. A future franchise marketing investor is present sizing up this author. She is smart, savvy on her feet and beautiful. She comes with her own enterprising strategies with far reaching future potentials on how to market her books. She brands and designs everything around those creative projects she conceives. One man sees her potential and there is some more in that first business meeting…

It is highly Charged in Chemistry between them. Besides the fact the GHERKIN building is an Occult magical broadcasting Masonic architectural design. She can consciously use that to her advantage.

What also awaits her is a Menage A Trois. Two will compete for her Heart. Two Loves…

Guise’ Arc Sample by R.M.Simone’  FREE


Categories: Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Summer Breeze – Lynn Chantale

I’m fresh off vacation and still basking in the glow of graduation. Michigan is great in the summer time, but there’s nothing like Florida’s summer sunshine. A warm, sinuous embrace that welcomed me with open arms.

I’m furiously working on a sweet little menage, I hope to release at the end of July. The working title is ‘Cassie’s Birthday Wish,’ and did I mention it’s my first attempt at a cowboy story?

Here’s a bit about the book

Cassie loves loves Seth and cherishes her relationship with the sexy rancher, but her heart also yearns for, Cole, the ranch manager.

Seth has held Cassie’s heart for a very long time, and will do anything to keep her happy. But will a threesome with Cole be too much?

And here’s a snippet,

On her way to the desk, she caught a glimpse of Seth from out the window. The man was just too sexy for his own good. Rugged, lean and with a great sense of humor, he was a perfect foil to Cole’s more serious and rigid manner. She glanced at Cole from beneath her lashes. He was just as handsome, and just as lean. He kept his dark hair short. With deep set dark green eyes, full lips and a square jaw, Cole was a fantasy incarnate.  And, well, she supposed Cole had to be serious and rigid when he was in charge of the ranch. When not only his future, but her future depended on him keeping a level head.

“What are you doing?”

Cassie let the curtain drop, then  sat at her desk, reorganizing the stack of receipts and invoices. “Uh. Nothing.”

Cole flicked a glance at her, and then at the window she’d just abandoned. “Nothing has you flustered and blushing?”

Cassie looked at him, then flashed a smile. “Well, anytime you walk into the room I get all flustered and blushing.” She left her chair, closed the distance between them, then rose on tiptoe to link her arms around his neck. That much was true.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, grabbed a handful of her ample behind, and hauled her against his long hard frame. His erection pressed against her thigh and she wiggled her pelvis in an effort to bring him closer.

Cole slapped her on the ass and she yelped. “Hey. What was that for?”

He threaded his fingers through her thick mane of curly blonde hair and slowly tilted her head back as he lowered his.

“Because you’re fibbin’ to me, Cassie girl and that’s enough to make me take you over my knee.”

Desire moistened her pussy and puckered her nipples. “Did you ever think I may want you to spank me?”

Have a wonderful Hump Day and don’t forget to Indulge Your Inner Desires.

Categories: Uncategorized | 2 Comments

Coming July 1st – Learning Her Curves by Anna Lund

It doesn’t happen very often – a story that practically writes itself. I have to admit this coworkers-to-lovers, big-girl heroine, kinky-sex, spanking romance only took me a couple of weeks to write. The characters emerged full-blown – the smart, sassy plus-sized heroine who’d been jaded by too many one-night stands. The good-guy hero who turned alpha when she talked down about her body.They had the sexy banter down from the get go and I felt as if I was just along for the ride.

Unfortunately, all my stories don’t come that easily, but thank goodness this one did. And on July 1st, you can catch Meredith and Sam’s sexy, emotional story and go along for the ride.

Learning Her Curves


Delightful shivers danced along her skin and she leaned in close, placed her hand on his shoulder. “Okay, Sam. What are we doing here?”

He leaned in even closer. “Getting to know each other a little better?”

The scent of spicy musk reached her over the smells of booze and perfume in the air around them, and she took a big whiff. He smelled great. “Are you hitting on me, Sam?”

“I’d hoped the hitting on was mutual.”

It was hard to resist a guy who made her laugh. Especially a hot guy who made her laugh and squirm on her seat, even an uncomfortable seat. But from prior experience, she knew a hot guy like Sam wouldn’t want her for more than a one-night stand. “We have to see each other at work.” Life could get awkward fast.

“I know.” He glanced over his shoulder. “Those guys are leaving. Want to grab that booth?”


He laughed, grabbed her arm and snagged the back booth before anyone else noticed it was free. She scooted onto the bench seat and instead of taking the seat on the opposite side of the table, Sam slid in beside her. Between the two of them—one big and tall, one big and wide—they took up most of the space.

“I hope you don’t mind if I sit beside you,” Sam said softly. “We can talk without shouting across the table and besides, now I can do this without drawing too much attention.” He placed his hand on her knee, then began to slide it slowly up her bare thigh until he reached the edge of the hem of her dress. Her sex quivered in anticipation and he wasn’t even close to her center.

Two could play that game. Meredith put her hand on his thigh. It was so hot and hard. But his leg was covered by fabric and that was so not fair.

Her mind was whirling with the implications of what was happening here tonight. She’d been stood up by one guy but now was getting up close and personal with a coworker. A totally hot coworker who at this moment was sneaking his fingers underneath her dress. She slid her hand up at little closer to his groin.

“It’s your turn,” she said, her voice a little breathless.

His slow slide up her thigh stopped and he gently squeezed her flesh. “My turn?”

She settled in closer, shoulders touching, thighs rubbing, hands a little hungry for more. “For another bad-date story. Surely there was someone worse than the greedy woman who just wanted you to buy her food for the next week.”

Sam smiled and resumed his voyage beneath her dress. The waves of arousal swimming through her system grew larger and more insistent. She was glad she hadn’t worn a tight dress, she’d hate to have missed the feeling of Sam’s fingers stroking her inner thigh.

The waitress came and they ordered another round of drinks. This would have to be her last one, and then she’d have to get some food in her stomach. Her head was whirling slightly but it was more from the sexy man beside her and the intimate way he was touching her, than from the alcohol.

Meredith shifted in the much-more-comfortable seat, dropping her leg to the side to give his fingers better access. She barely worried about what he thought about her fleshy thigh. The liquor had apparently done a good job of lowering her inhibitions.

“There was the woman who took her cat with us on our date,” he said. “The furry thing was curled up in her lap the entire time. She petted it and talked to it for the entire drive down the coast. I might as well have been their chauffeur.”

“Maybe she was afraid you were going to try to get in her lap and she wanted protection.” She laughed louder when the thought hit her. “Wait. Ha! She was petting her pussy so you couldn’t.”

Sam joined in her laughter. His fingers had made it to the edge of her panties. Any worries she had about her thick thighs went flying from her mind when he skimmed a finger down the wet center.

Mark your calendar for July 1st! Then enjoy the ride!



Categories: 69 Shade Of Smut, Anna Lund, Uncategorized | Tags: , , , , , , | Leave a comment

99cent cowboy! Rhonda Lee Carver

Hi, y’all. Rhonda Lee Carver here!

I was invited to a book club to speak to the wonderful ladies and answer questions. I had an exciting time. One question had me giggling. “What do you wear when you write?” I said, “Nothing.” Her eyes lit up and I assured her that I was only teasing. Then I answered honestly. Most days I am wearing shorts, the comfy ones with the expandable waist, T-shirt or tank, and my hair is pulled up into a messy bun. No make up. No cares. I do eventually take a shower, just so you know. Because it’s steamy hot outside and the AC is on inside, sometimes you might find me buried under a blanket. I’m always cold. Lots of times I’ll go outside and write. I love the outdoors for creativity. So, there it is…my secret. But please, if it helps, envision authors in sexy red dresses cut up to their tight bottoms, killer heels and crimson lipstick. I won’t mind, not one bit.

For 99 pennies you can get hot cowboy…well, at least you can purchase a hot, sexy cowboy story that’ll make you want a cowboy.


Buy here

And coming in July is The Discreet Cowboy, book 6.


Pre-order here


Connect with me…

Website  Twitter  Goodreads  Facebook  Rhonda’s Rowdy Readers  Newsletter  Amazon

Categories: Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Super Sexy Excerpt – a New Adult Erotica with a Supernatural Twist

Adults Only Here Please! Because it’s so very sexy!!!

Legend Awakening is Book 1 of the Diaries of a Casanova Series. I’m writing it with a man I met when I worked in the music industry, and it’s a fictionalized telling of his life story. There will be two more books soon, so I want you to enjoy the introduction to his sexual awaking.

Legend Awakening Randi Alexander

Here’s an excerpt from Legend Awakening:

Liam reached for Kaylee and helped her to her feet, then guided her to sit on his lap facing him. He had an almost overwhelming urge to want her mouth back on him. Any guy would want more, but it distracted him, becoming an instinctual need in him. More than just a sexual desire.

She kissed him, quick and wild, her tongue lashing against his. Ending the kiss, she shoved him back on the bed.

Liam just looked at her, trying to continue behaving as a gentleman. “You’re beautiful and sexy.” Romance was quickly turning into lust.

Wiggling her hips, she moved forward, rubbing her sweet honey all over his hungry manhood. She lowered herself, adjusting her trajectory until the head of his shaft touched her outer lips.

A blast of heat raced through his loins, engulfing him in fire. He slid his palms along her firm thighs.

She grabbed the base of him and rubbed his tip into her sex, pushing it into her soft, ready warmth.

A big, Texas-sized grin spread across his face as epiphany hit him. Holy fricking hell, he was about to have sex. With his hot, amazing woman.

“Liam, oh wow, babe, it’s…so…oh, wow.” She dropped herself a few inches, taking his head deep into her slick depths.

Energy flooded his bloodstream, tingling raced along his skin. His hands dropped to his sides, his heart began to pound. This felt indescribable. He’d come by his own hand, but nothing like this had ever charged through him.

Kaylee moved slowly, up and down, taking his length deeper and deeper.

It felt too slow for him. The urge to grab her and shove her balls-deep on his shaft became nearly uncontrollable.

She leaned forward and put her palms on his chest. Her unfocused eyes stared at his chin as she panted, as if she’d become possessed by more than just the moment. “Liam, it’s so, so…so fucking marvelous.”

This was the first time he’d ever heard her cuss.

Her body worked, tipping and circling, as her tightness relaxed just a little and shifted, making room for him.

His hips jerked and she made a small noise. He had to hold on, couldn’t risk hurting her. Grabbing the quilt on each side of him in tight fists, he fought back, holding his hunger at bay by sheer force of will.

When she sat up again, he slid inside her those few last inches. Her thighs pressed on his hips. She shuddered and cried out, her face flushed pink, her eyes barely slits.

His blood roared in his ears like a squadron of jets flying over. Insatiable desire, so strong it would not be restrained, took over his body, and he gave in to the compulsion.

Liam pulled Kaylee into his arms and flipped her under him on the mattress.

“Oh my God, I—”

He dug the fingers of one hand into her hair and pressed his lips to her perfect mouth, his tongue plunging, their teeth tapping with the intensity of the kiss.

Running his free hand down to her luscious bottom, he lifted her hips, impaling her with everything he had. What the hell happened to treating her like she was breakable? He paused, looking at her face.

She smiled up at him and made a moaning sound that amped up the lust inside him. Then, she grabbed fistfuls of his hair. “Yes. Hard. Do me hard.”

Liam had no doubt Kaylee was not acting like herself, and there was no question that he wasn’t himself either. What was going on here? He jerked his hips back, pulling nearly all the way out of her, then slammed back in, pulled out and slammed back in harder. The pleasure flowing into his swollen member coursed through his body like an explosion of molten lava.

Her indrawn breath made her nipples cut hot trails along the skin of his chest. Her eyes went wild as she wrapped her legs around him, opening herself wider for him, urging him further inside her with her calves.

He growled, a sound he’d never made before, and he let the intense craving drive his hips. Pistoning his shaft into her, he took her hard and fast, moving his hand from her hair to her shoulder to hold her under him. His other hand slid between their bodies and his thumb found her “oh my God” button and began circling it.

She screamed his name and her tightness contracted around his shaft, her whole body tensing. Her nails scraped along his back as she cried out with each sure thrust of his powerful hips.

He couldn’t get deep enough inside her, he couldn’t pump hard enough, fast enough. The feral need spun his thoughts until all he knew was the drive to mate.

Slamming into her, her body melted beneath him as her climax slowed, dropping her back to Earth with a quiet cry. She sucked in air. “Liam, holy fuck, I’ve never had anything like that…”

He pistoned faster, asking her with his eyes, “Again?”

Her eyes shone as she smiled. “Yeah, again.”


Book Blurb: The Diaries of a Casanova Series addresses the controversial and often taboo art of The Ultimate Female Orgasm. The books are based on true-life events and real life experiences of co-author, Leo J. Canyon, pen name for a country music artist who has been seen by millions. “Leo” has opened his secret vault, telling his story in this truthful adventure that unfolds through fiction. The series of three books combines a traditional romance with a supernatural twist, and sexual passion so strong it smolders off the page. This mysterious subject begs to be explored, opening discussions for women worldwide. Join us as we take this erotic storytelling journey together. It’s fiction based on truth, guaranteed to get a little rain on you.


When small-town, Southern boy Liam Jackson learns he’s able to evoke The Ultimate Female Orgasm, he’s unprepared for the side effects. With each one he brings forth, he inherits the woman’s sexual uncertainty and frustrations. This frees the woman to love whomever she chooses, but binds Liam’s soul more and more with each encounter, lessening his ability to find love.

Inspired by the rumor of a legendary ritual known as “The Rain Ceremony,” Liam questions whether this ability may be his hereditary legacy. In a reckless search for answers, he creates havoc with the people he cares about most. Reaching the lowest point of his life, he is faced with a pivotal decision: will Liam seek the future his family wants for him, or continue his search for the truth?

As the legend awakens, Liam can no longer ignore the mysterious powers at work within him.


Read the first chapter and find out where you can get your copy at my WEBSITE

Hope this hot little excerpt helps you have an amazing day!
“Rode Hard and Put Up Satisfied”

Categories: Uncategorized | Tags: , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Blog at WordPress.com. The Adventure Journal Theme.


Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 35,994 other followers

%d bloggers like this: