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Exclusive First Chapter of Lucan by Kim Black – Reckless Anthology

Hey All! I have been dying to share my piece for the Reckless Anthology and I am so happy to be able to give you all a pre-view!

This piece is completely different from anything I’ve written before.

I hope that you all enjoy it as much as I have enjoyed writing it.

 

CHAPTER ONE

Thamar

“Day one hundred and thirty six,” I mumble to myself as I gingerly cross from the bedroom into the bathroom. That is the number of days I have been in remission since beginning my new treatment plan with my doctors.

It has been a long road, but somehow—through much research, tears and groveling to the big guy upstairs—I have finally found a way to keep my condition in check. Or, at least, somewhat in check.

Remission for me dO’t mean that I didn’t still get the occasional lump here and there, but for the most part I have gotten my HS in control. Who would have thought?

My secret? Stress free living and a new diet regimen that seems to be keeping whatever triggers that had plagued me for years at bay. It’s a tough route to take and many HS sufferers don’t even consider doing what I do, but I have made the choice to try this plan. So far, it’s been beneficial, although I am so dying for a slice of pizza or my favorite… Vanilla bean ice cream.

The change of my diet has been the roughest on me. I have always been a very picky eater, but nonetheless, I am a foodie through and through. There is nothing like a good bacon cheeseburger or the right Caribbean style bake macaroni and cheese. All my absolute favs, but I can’t have any of it.

Why? Because of fucking HS.

Many people aren’t even familiar with the disease and those who suffer from it tend to be a bit embarrassed by it. I happen to be one of those people. Nothing is more embarrassing than having a huge abscess like golf ball between your legs or under your arm. Or when it’s so bad that you can’t even close your legs and walk.

How the hell do you explain it to people? I can’t really say, ‘Oh, I’m walking like this because there is a huge baseball sized lump in between my legs, right next to my lady bits.’ Yeah, right!

I don’t bother explaining anymore. I just ignore the stares when I get a flare up and silently curse them out because they are all normal and have never dealt with such a debilitating disease that shows no signs of ever being cured. No, I am not going to explain any of it to anyone anymore.

I even stopped dating a few years ago. Really, what the hell is the point? What man would want to deal with the fact that you can’t always have sex and that you are in pain all the time? That’s way too much to ask of anyone. So, I have decided to just remain single.

It’s not so bad, really. I mean, it would be nice to have someone that understands all that I am going through while fighting this disease. But after my ex broke up with me and specifically told me that he just couldn’t handle my being sick all the time, I figured I’d better cut my loses and fit myself for a chastity belt made of reinforced steel.

As I turn on the water in the bathroom, I sigh as I think back to how much Jason had hurt me. We’d only been going together for a few months, nothing too serious really so I wasn’t upset about it ending. It was the reasons behind the break up that messed me up. It still affects me till this day if I am to be very honest with myself.

But in the end, I realize now that he had done me a favor and made me see how selfish it is to take someone else down this journey through HS with me. It’s my disease, my broken body and I have to deal with it on my own.

Shortly after starting my new regimen, I quit my job. I loved being an accountant for one of the biggest banks in New York, but the stress of the job proves to be too much on my body. Often times, I would get three or four HS flare ups, making just getting out of the bed difficult. So, despite the fact that I had no means of making money doing anything else, I resigned.

Three months later, I began working from home as a virtual assistant for a few small businesses in the Brooklyn – Bedford Stuyvesant area. It isn’t as fast pace and hectic as my last job, but it pays the bills and that’s all I can ask for.

Stepping out of the shower, I make my way back to my bedroom, opening the top draw to my dresser and pull out my daytime pajama set. I chuckle as I throw it on, since it makes absolutely no sense to have two different levels of pajamas. But since I rarely leave the apartment, I feel the need to differentiate between the PJs I wear during the day while I worked and the ones I wear at night to go to bed. It’s silly, I know, but it works for me and that’s all that matters.

Strolling to the kitchen, I hit the button on the coffee machine and go through the process of starting up my computer. I have a lot of work ahead of me today and only eight hours to get it done. Two of the companies I work with have recently began increasing their revenues, which in turn mean more work for me, organizing all their documents and spreadsheets.

Once the computer is turned on, I head back to the retrieve my coffee as there is absolutely no way I can start my day without it—even if it’s the decaffeinated stuff. Freaking HS took that away from me too. Still, I pretend it’s the good stuff and need it just as much as I would the real deal.

Pouring the dark liquid into my ‘Hello Kitty’ cup, I mentally do a rundown of my to-do list, reorganizing in my mind what takes priority. Placing the glass coffee decanter back, I reach for the refrigerator to retrieve some vanilla soy milk. Looking on the both the top shelf and the side compartments of the door, I groan when I realize that I have run out.

Closing the refrigerator door, I eye the dark liquid in my cup suspiciously. I’d never been one to drink black coffee, but I wonder if my dislike for the taste will win over having to go to the grocery store.

I bring the cup closer to my face, smelling it and then blowing on it gently, all the while mentally preparing myself.

Just pretend it’s not black, I tell myself just as I bring the mug to my lips and tip it over only to immediately twirl around and spit it back up into the sink.

“Shit,” I grumble as I place the mug down on the kitchen island and make my way back to my bedroom.

Looks like I have to head to the store first before beginning my work day. Trust me, my employers will thank me for it. There is nothing worse than me without my morning Joe crunching numbers in excel.

~~~

Lucan

The tension in the air intensifies as Petrov advances to the center of the room. His posture is straight, his steel blue eyes void of all emotion and his moves are purposeful.

Straightaway, Vladimir and his men are on high alert, standing around the dimly lit room awaiting to hear the purpose of this impromptu meeting. Each knows that Petrov is not a man to request your presence without cause, as speaking to anyone below the rank of Vladimir is beneath him and for the others to be called in meant the boss is not happy.

I look around the room, and take in the selected few before us. The air of the room is charged in anticipation and wariness. I know something isn’t right. From the second I was called in this morning, my stomach has been churning.

On the rare occasions Petrov has called a meeting, it has never ended well—almost always ending in bloodshed. So it isn’t a matter of what he has to say tonight. No, it’s a matter of who would die and why. But that isn’t what bothers me as I stand to the right of Petrov, and Alexandrov—aka Alexander, his brother, to his left.

I’ve spent the last ten years working for The Petrov Crime Family, one of the most ruthless Russian organizations in New York. I’d started as a Byki, a bodyguard under the Vor, Vladimir, a man as heartless as a stone. This is where Petrov started most men. Only with Vladimir’s seal of approval did you advance.

Swarm too much and you were killed. Seem too eager and you were also killed. He only picks the best of the best and after working under him for three years, I’d been advanced to a contractor. Lethal, brutal and the best. This earned me favor with Vladimir and then finally with Petrov.

Faithfully, I served Petrov until my talents and skills positioned me to where I am today—the place I’d set my sights on from the time I’d entered the family. As Petrov’s Councilor or the Sovietnik as the Russians calls it, I am his right hand man.

Standing beside Petrov as his second in command, despite the fact that I am not a full blown Russian—a transgression Alexander seems to hold against me at every cause—I am not in the position where a meeting is called without my knowledge. The fact that I too am left in the dark does not sit well with me, but of course this is of no concern to Petrov. And so, I keep my mouth shut and my eyes and ears open.

“Do you know why I have called this meeting?” Petrov asks once he’s situated behind his desk.

The room grows eerie quiet as all eyes are trained on the boss. Despite the fact that each one of us know the outcome of this meeting, not one of the men show a single sign of fear. They know better. Fear has no place in the presence of Petrov. He both detests it and thrives on it.

Petrov eyes each man penetratingly before continuing, “I received a phone call last night from my contact within the authorities. I am sure you all remember Andrei. It seems the FBI has been investigating our shipments and he has reason to believe that one of my men may be an informant.”

Petrov kept his voice devoid of emotion and calm even though I know he is anything but. If there is any sin one is capable of committing against the brotherhood that Petrov despises it would be a rat and I can’t help but swallow down the rise of panic in my chest.

I can’t deny that today’s meeting should have me worried, but I have done everything possible to remain fully infiltrated within the family. I’ve done every task asked of me, without question or hesitation. No, Petrov couldn’t have known, but that didn’t stop the bead of sweat from falling from my brow.

If Petrov has gotten wind that an informant has infiltrated the brotherhood then my time here is nearing an end and I’m not sure how I feel about this. It’s true that my mission is to get as much information as I can about the brotherhood so that the FBI can build a strong case against us, but therein lies the problem. Somewhere along the way I have stopped referring to the brotherhood as them and more as us. The lines that divide good and evil are so blurred when you are made to do the thing I’ve been ordered to do.

I have killed, mercilessly. I’ve tortured the enemies of the brotherhood with no remorse and if I were to be completely truthful, I’d do it again. For them. For us.

“Lucan.” He calls my name as he turns his head to face me. Raising my sweat covered brow only slightly as my heart pounds violently against my chest, I regard him as well. “Has the brotherhood not treated you well?” he asks as he leans forward in his chair and claps his hands together on the desk.

I give him a curt nod, “Of course, Petrov. The brotherhood is my life.” My answer is sure, strong, but not defensive just as it should be. It is also true, but only partially since I am not completely sure where my loyalty lies.

I have trained for this mission for well over five years before infiltrating. I know all that there is to know about the Petrov Bratva and most importantly, I am the best liar in the bureau. Trained to pass any lie detector test both manually and electronically without worry, so I know he suspects nothing from my answer.

He nods his head and regards his brother next, “And you Alexandrov, have I not been well to you?”

Alexander jerks his head in confusion, turning to face his only brother before answering, “Of course, brother.”

Petrov turns to face Vladimir next and I can see a silent exchange between the two men. Most would miss it, but not me.

The eyes.

You can tell a lot about a person just by looking into their eyes. Vladimir’s show acceptance and Petrov, understanding. Though I am not sure what their exchange is in regards to, I know it is not him who will fall before Petrov today.

Still, I force myself to remain stoical even though their exemption of me in this manner would be considered a slap in the face. I am the second in command and therefore should be made aware of what is going on.

Alexander is the next to speak, “Brother, what is all this? Are you going to hold us here all day while you ogle your men?” His annoyance is clear in his voice and his eyes, hold something I can’t quite place. Fear? Maybe…

I don’t understand it. I know for sure Alexander isn’t with the bureau, but his demeanor is questionable.

“All in good time, my brother.”

Petrov stands to his feet and rounds the desk. His movements are as sure as they always are when he stands in front of his safe, enters a code and pulls out his gun. I have seen that gun many times and still it puts me on edge each time he removes it from his safe.

The spravedlivost, justice. It’s what Petrov calls the steal in his hands—the gun a gift from his father before passing the Bratva over to him. Many of men have stared into the barrel of the stainless, prized weapon, begging for mercy. But mercy has no place in the brotherhood. Petrov doesn’t issue second chances and absolution to those he deems the enemy and anyone who crosses the brother is in fact an enemy.

“The brotherhood takes second place to nothing. I am the beginning and the end for all those who fall under my rule. You have no mother, no father, no sister—”

The sound of justice going off the second he turns around cuts him off and much to everyone’s surprise Alexander stumbles to the ground, blood pouring from his chest.

“And, no brother,” he finishes before turning swiftly and replacing the gun in the safe. “Lucan, be sure that his replacement is trust worthy, yeah?” is all he says before he exits the room.

~~~

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Sexy, Smoldering, Scintillating…the WILD Boys are takin’ over the blog…

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What’s that sound? It’s the sizzle of WILD Boys in the morning (or the afternoon, or evening)…and it sounds verrrry nice. Looks even better. Let’s take a peek!

It’s super exciting for me to share that the 1st three books of my WILD Boys of Special Forces series are now available as an awesome box set, called “GOING WILD.” The amazing Rachel Rivera designed a HOT new cover for this special set, depicting all the edgy, sexy excitement of these first three books.

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Like every good Special Ops unit, the “WILD” in the Boys’ title is an acronym. It stands for “Warriors Intense in Love & Domination”–and it’s a job description that these three heroes take very seriously. All three are, of course, fiercely protective of the women they love–but are faced with vastly different challenges to find their Happy-Ever-Afters with the ladies bold enough to “unleash” them.

garrettandsagePROMOGARRETT HAWKINS was raised on a corn farm in Iowa. He idolized his Special Forces uncle, and dreamed of following in the man’s footsteps one day. Needless to say, his ideas about love and romance are steeped in a lot of old-fashioned values–which means the road to discovering his Dominant side is a rocky one. Garrett doesn’t get it right the first time, resulting in some of the edgiest scenes I’ve ever penned for a character–but thank goodness Sage Weston is strong enough to handle the curve balls as they come. These two are a wonderful “kick-off couple” for the series!

Zeke and Rayna kissZEKE HAYES is Garrett’s best friend–and a true polar opposite of his friend. Zeke embraced his inner Dom as soon as he was old enough to get into a BDSM club–but he also knows it was a form of therapy for the streets he grew up on after losing both parents when he was 11 years old. Though Zeke’s a damn good Dom, he also knows he doesn’t have the “long-term thing” built into his DNA–which presents a bit of a problem when his heart can’t let Rayna Chestain go.


ethanandava3ETHAN ARCHER is the team’s too-pretty-to-be-real boy. His callsign is Runway, because to be honest, he belongs on a fashion ramp more than a jungle tarmac. That doesn’t stop Ethan from proving himself with the battalion, and becoming one of their most valuable instruments with his knowledge of five languages plus intrinsic knowledge of human nature. Needless to say, Ethan craves the mental side of Domination, and loves a great mind fuck as much as a real one. Poor Ava Chestain will learn this the hard way!

I hope you enjoy the Boys as much as I loved writing them! I’m working on the 7th book in the series now, so there’s much more sexy goodness to look forward to very soon! BUY LINKS FOR THE GOING WILD BOX SET ARE HERE: Amazon   Kobo   Barnes & Noble   Google Play  **iTunes Coming Soon.

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Turkey Talk + Recipe & Sexy Siesta Giveaway!

In and amongst the writing and everything that goes along with that gig, the family and I are getting ready for Turkey Day. We’re big on tradition since it’s only the husband and I here to pass on family traditions to the children so we take it big. Big meal, big game time, and a big dessert to end it on. I admit we almost passed on celebrating this holiday when the kids were born. Since we live in a country where Thanksgiving isn’t celebrated we briefly considered skipping it all together. But that didn’t last. We quickly decided that it was too much a part of our upbringing to leave it out of their lives.

Plus, we like turkey too much!

One tradition we hold dear to our hearts is that of reconnecting as a family on the big day by everyone having a turn in dressing the main course—Mr. Butterball! I have a top secret Cuban sofrito recipe (seriously top secret people!) that we use in basing the turkey first. After that is done, the girls stuff onions in small slits made in the meat and then I top it off with a special blend of butter, soy sauce, and freshly squeezed orange juice. My mouth is just watering thinking about the delicious meat. And the smell… nothing short of divine! And if there’s one thing my kids will take away from this it’s how to work as a team and never suffer through a dry turkey meal. 🙂

Here’s our turkey from last year. Juicy, huh? 😉

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We also leave this time of year for the pumpkin pie. I usually undertake this chore, but this year my eldest daughter is old enough to take on the task of making everything from scratch instead of store bought all on her own. Her big dream is one day being a master chef so, according to her, she needs the confidence. Can’t argue with that reason, so this I pass over the dessert apron to her. I’ll keep you posted with pictures after the holiday.

The menu doesn’t stop there. Since my husband is Cuban we like to mix up the more American traditional menu with some Latin spice. Every year I make a huge pot of moros y cristianos which is a dish of black beans a white rice mixed with herbs and spices. In fact, I have the recipe here for the taking if you’d like to give it a try this year. It’s a great dish to take to any gathering and easy to make if you know how to cook rice.

Moros y Cristianos

Ingredients for the back beans

1/2 pound of black beans (two cups if using canned beans)

1 medium onion

1 green bell pepper

6 sweet peppers (ají dulce or cubanelle pepper)

1 ham hock (optional)

 

Preparation of the the beans

  1. Rinse and pick the beans beans.
  2. In a pot with 2 1/2 quarts of water, put the beans onion, bell pepper, sweet peppers and ham hock. Bring to a boil. Reduce the heat and simmer, uncovered, for 2 hours.
  3. Drain the beans and reserve 4 cups of the liquid. Discard vegetables and bones.

 

Ingredients for the dish

2 cups of rice

2 tablespoons of olive oil

1/4 pound of slab bacon diced

1 1/4 cup finely chopped medium onion

1 cup of green bell pepper, seeded, deveined, minced

1 teaspoon of ground cumin

1 teaspoon of dried oregano

1 bay leaf

1 tablespoon of white vinegar

1 tablespoon of dry sherry

2 teaspoons of salt

Preparation

  1. Put the rice in a colander and let the water run until it runs clear. Drain.
  2. Heat the oil in a heavy pan and add the bacon. Cook until browned, about 3 minutes.
  3. Add the onion, pepper, cumin, oregano and bay leaf and sauté until onion wilts, about 5 minutes.
  4. Add the rice and stir. Add the black beans and the reserved liquid. Add the vinegar, sherry and salt. Cook uncovered until the liquid has been almost completely absorbed and small crater have formed on the surface.
  5. Stir with a fork and reduce the heat to low and cook covered for 20 minutes.
  6. Remove from heat and let stand, uncovered, at least 10 minutes before serving.

Makes 8 servings

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If you get a chance to try the recipe, I’d love to hear your thoughts!

So what is a tradition you and your family share? Do you have a special recipe you make for Thanksgiving? Or do you prefer skipping all the work and enjoy something on a smaller scale? Step into the comment section and let’s dish! 😉 One lucky commenter will win a Kindle copy of Sunrise for Three!

Plus, if you’ve been waiting for the Sexy Siesta Box set, you’re in luck! The Sexy Siesta Trilogy releases November 20th. Three novellas with four sexy-as-sin Recon Marines too tempting to resist! And let it be said I never tried. 😉

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Read more about this military erotic romance novella series here.

Since I won’t be posting again until after Thanksgiving, to all my American friends who are traveling for the holiday, be safe and have a wonderful Thanksgiving!

 

Until next time…keep it sexy!

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Available for Pre-Order! SOMETHING ABOUT A MAN IN UNIFORM – Military Menage Boxed Set!

So excited! SOMETHING ABOUT A MAN IN UNIFORM, My Military Menage Boxed Set is Now Available for Pre-Order at Amazon!  Get it today at this special price because it goes up after release day (Nov 11th)!

These four HOT books are all about girl meets hot guys in uniform and immediately falls in lust. And the Marine and Navy Menage Stories are interracial, my first in the subgenre!

So, get ready for smokin’ hot sex scenes, erotic spanking and light bondage.

Hooah!

SUPPORTING THE TROOPS – an Army Ménage 

Knowing she and her husband Dylan won’t be able to make love with his Army buddy, fellow Ranger Carter Erickson arriving the next day and staying with them for two weeks, Shelby Reynolds surprises Dylan by greeting him at the door naked when he comes home from work. Only Dylan isn’t alone. Carter came in a day early and gets an eyeful of her very nude body. While Shelby is embarrassed, she’s also extremely aroused. She loves Dylan like crazy and shouldn’t be fantasizing about other men, especially his best friend. As Shelby gives in to her inner exhibitionist, it turns out that Dylan is just as turned on by the idea of a threesome as she is. After all, if a guy can’t share his wife with his best friend, who can he share her with?

SEMPER FINE – a Marine Ménage 

Delaney Shaw is stunned to discover that her high school crush Colt Baxter is the best man at a wedding where she’s the maid of honor. Too shy to ever come on to him back then, she doesn’t intend to make the same mistake now. There’s only one problem. She’s just as attracted to his friend and fellow Marine, Jagger Cruz. Not wanting to come between them, Delaney decides not to make a play for either one. But when it turns out that in between them is exactly where Colt and Jagger want her, she gives in to her desire to be the center of a hunky Marine sandwich.

FLEET WEEK FLING – a Navy Ménage

When Sophie Montgomery promises her best friend she’ll be her “wingwoman” during Fleet Week in San Francisco, she doesn’t have any plans on hooking up with anyone herself. But when she meets Navy hunks Cameron Gerard and Kellen Devane, her resolve crumbles. Not only do they look hotter in their uniforms than Alexander Skarsgard in Battleship, but they’re sweet, too. So, when they suggest a threesome with a little bondage thrown in, how can she possibly say no?


RESCUE ME – an Air Force Ménage 

When Kayleigh Ellis gets stranded in a ditch on the side of the road during a storm, she’s sure that she and her cat are in deep trouble. But luckily Air Force Pararescue Jumpers Austin Fuller and Kyle Larsen show up just in time, giving her and her cat a ride home. Wanting to thank them for their help, Kayleigh invites them to stay for dinner. Austin and Kyle don’t want to put her to any trouble, but she insists. And while the dinner is fun, Austin and Kyle are more interested in dessert, particularly if Kayleigh is on the menu.

Pre-Order at Amazon!

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Paige

Hunk Heroes, Kickbutt Heroines, Unforgettable Romance!

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Unconditional Surrender – M/M Military Romance Available for Pre-Order Now! 99c/77p

Unconditional SurrenderHi everyone,

I’m part of this fantastic box set, Unconditional Surrender, which is an M/M military bundle, containing my novella, Desert Heat. It’s coming on the 13th October and is available for pre-order. It’s already hit charts on All Romance eBooks and Amazon, which is awesome! So, if you’d like to get your hands on a super-sexy bundle for a bargain price, then check it out fast – it won’t be available at this price forever!

Blurb:

Strong. Sexy. Sizzling.

There’s nothing like a man in uniform, and sixteen of today’s hottest gay romance authors are celebrating military heroes and the men brave enough to love them.

These brand-new novellas feature all branches of the service and offer something for every reader. Almost 300,000 never before published words!

Contains stories from Cat Grant, Cassandra Carr, Annabeth Albert, Brien Michaels, L.A. Witt, E.M. Lynley, Lia Davis, Sasha Devlin, Sam Schooler, Lucy Felthouse, Rhi Etzweiler, Kerry Adrienne, Amelia C. Gormley, Keira Andrews, VJ Summers and Brit Blaise.

Buy links and an excerpt: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/unconditional-surrender/

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Lucy x

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What if the only way to get someone out of your house is murder?

Welcome back to Cottonmouth! Woohoo, a new release! Can’t Forget You, Cottonmouth Book 3!Can't Forget You photo cantforgetyou2_3003_zpsc927c0cb.jpg

I hope readers are as happy to return to Cottonmouth as I am! You’ll meet Nick and Bobbie from She’s Gotta Be Mine Book 1, and catch up with Brax and Simone from Fool’s Gold Book 2! I loved coming back to Cottonmouth after so long! But just to keep things interesting, I’ve created a whole new set of characters to introduce readers to as well. Here’s a blurb to whet your appetite!

There’s something very special about the house Maggie grew up in. It’s sort of…alive. With a mind of its own.

And it has plans for the people living there now.

All Maggie Halliday has left after the divorce is the family dog and the home her grandmother left to her when she passed away two months ago. Maggie’s got no other choice but to run back to her hometown of Cottonmouth, California, only to discover her high school sweetheart, Cooper Trubek, is living in the house, along with four other boarders for whom Maggie is now responsible. And according to Nana’s will, Maggie can’t kick any of them out.

Unless one of them commits murder.

Still grieving for her grandmother and trying fix up the house that seems to be falling down around her, Maggie’s got more trouble than she can handle. Then things go from bad to worse when Samson the dog starts digging in the basement…

Samson so amused me. I loved writing in his point of view. I think my Star must have been a little bit like Samson, even though they look entirely different. I also fell in love with Principal Owen Sterling, and I think readers might find his story coming sometime in the future, too!

Here’s what The Book Sage had to say about Can’t Forget You!

“I’m used to Jennifer’s erotica (writing as Jasmine Haynes), which I thoroughly enjoy. This one is a humorous romantic mystery, with a few interesting elements thrown in. Do you want to know what a dog is thinking? How about a house that fixes itself and dispenses pages of a journal on an “as needed” basis? Or a romance that is strictly NOT erotic? Can’t Forget You has all of these things. Here’s something you need to know about Jennifer Skully/Jasmine Haynes. She can really write – no matter which genre she chooses.”

You’ll find great reading recommendations over at The Book Sage. I’ve loved every one of the books he’s recommended to me so be sure to check out his blog.

So I have to tell you about a special deal! She’s Gotta Be Mine will be part of a new romance anthology called Love is a Mystery: Six Novels of Love, Laughter, and Lawbreaking. A little mystery, a lot of laughs, and whole lot of romance! The bundle will only be available for 90 days, and we’re offering it for only .99. That’s 1400 pages of Kindle reading! So if you haven’t read She’s Gotta Be Mine yet, here’s the way to do it, plus you’ll get 5 other novels! Here’s a line-up of the fabulous authors. photo LoveIsAMysteryBundle_1400px2_zpse79b2c86.jpg

In FROSTED SHADOW by Nancy Warren, there’s nothing pretty about murder. When a cosmetics sales rep is murdered at the annual convention, only Toni Diamond, a sleuth who understands how to make appearances deceiving, can see into the mind of this killer.

In SHE’S GOTTA BE MINE by Jennifer Skully, what better way to show her ex what he’s missing in the made-over Bobbie Jones than taking up with the local bad boy—who’s also reputed to be a serial killer. That is, until a real murder rocks the little town of Cottonmouth.

In THE HONEYMOON COTTAGE by Barbara Cool Lee, Camilla Stewart finds too late that escaping her past won’t be easy. Because local sheriff’s captain Ryan Knight realizes that Camilla and her son Oliver may be the only people alive who can identify a serial killer… and they are next on his hit list.

In STEAMED by Holly Jacobs, cleaning is murder on the manicure. Quincy Mac is a maid in LA—a maid who’s accidentally cleaned a murder scene. Now she’s a suspect with only one option—find the real murderer before she ends up in jail.

THE ZEN MAN by Colleen Collins is a 21st-century Nick and Nora tale. It’s just another ho-hum Christmas party until a murder lands private eye Rick Levine in the slammer on first-degree murder charges. Released on bond, Rick and his girlfriend Laura have 30 days to find the real killer.

In CAUGHT YOU LOOKING by Shelley Adina, when it comes to love and crime, who’s catching whom? Hot on the trail of a technology thief, PI Duncan Moore thinks he’s found him, but he needs proof. So he asks Mallory Baines if he can do surveillance from her upstairs bedroom—which would be great except her family thinks he’s moved in and wedding bells are imminent!

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Okay, one more thing! Then I’ll give you the first chapter of Can’t Forget You!

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And now, here’s Chapter One!

Can’t Forget You

Cottonmouth Series, Book 3

Copyright 2014 Jennifer Skully

Chapter One

Her ex-husband got the new wife, the new baby, the house, the SUV, and their daughter Evie’s undying devotion.

Maggie Halliday got the dog.

“You’re such a good dog. What would I have done without you?” she crooned as she stroked Samson’s snout. Along with his snub pit bull face, stout bulldog body, and Australian shepherd markings, Samson had the sweetest of natures.

Maggie rolled down the windows to let the October breeze waft through the old minivan’s interior. At noon, the air was warm, but it carried the promise of a cooler season. She’d parked beneath a massive oak along a tree-lined lane on the outskirts of Cottonmouth, the hometown she hadn’t visited in twenty years. Less than three hours north of San Francisco, Cottonmouth was a lifetime away.

Across Garden Street sat the weathered Victorian house of her childhood. White shutters had aged to gray, and the roof was minus some shingles, like a faded old lady caught without her dentures. Crab grass, weeds, and gophers had long since choked the lush lawn out of existence. To the left of the front steps, the porch sagged, the support column sinking beneath the overhang’s weight. Its chains broken, the porch swing lay forlorn beneath the dining room window. The paint was peeling, and the dormer windows in the third-floor attic looked as if they’d been sealed shut with time and rot.

A man appeared around the corner of the house, a tool belt at his waist, a stack of two-by-fours balanced on his shoulder. She hadn’t ogled anyone in more years than she could count, but there was something about him. The T-shirt molded to his chest and the jeans hugging his thighs started a flutter low in her belly.

Dumping the wood on the scrubby earth, he went down on one knee to shove what looked like a car jack under the edge of the porch. As he cranked the handle, the sagging support column rose, lifting the overhang. When it was level, he nestled a wooden square between the base of the column and the concrete it rested on. The repair was a stop-gap measure in a slow decline that brought an ache to Maggie’s heart. The house was all she had left of her grandmother.

A black Lexus purred to a stop on the gravel shoulder behind her. Maggie waited for the lawyer to get out of his car. Stacked in the back of the minivan, the detritus of her life obscured most of the view out the back window. Boxes and suitcases filled with clothing, photos, kitchen gadgets, an ancient computer, and other odds and ends were all she’d claimed from her marriage.

The door of the Lexus banged shut. Samson chuffed like a steam engine. He didn’t like loud noises, hated to be yelled at, and was afraid of strangers—at least for the first fifteen minutes. After sniffing feet, pant legs, and various body parts, be they private or otherwise, he was friends for life.

Except for Ray, Maggie’s ex-husband. Samson had cowered before Ray from the moment she and Evie brought the pound dog home. Ray hadn’t even yelled at him yet. Ray Halliday wasn’t an animal person. He said they were too hard to control. Then again, Ray wasn’t a people person either. They were also too hard to control.

Maggie scratched the dog’s ear. “Be a good boy,” she crooned, then climbed out of the van.

Elton Cook was tall, gaunt, and pasty-faced. He’d have made a perfect undertaker. Or a cadaver. Instead, he’d been her grandmother’s lawyer, looking as ancient when Maggie was a child as he did now.

An oak branch scratched the top of his gray hair as he stared at the crabbed lawn, the missing shingles, the sagging porch, and the handyman shoring it up.

“This isn’t possible.” He turned to Maggie, eyes deep and dark in his skeletal face. “Right?”

She guessed what he was driving at. “You didn’t hire the handyman?”

Maggie certainly hadn’t. Her grandmother had died two month ago, leaving Maggie the house and the boarders living inside it. She blinked away the pain at the renewed sense of loss. Officially divorced for six months, a week ago Maggie lacked even a home—the dingy apartment she’d been living in didn’t count. Ray had bought her out of the house, but with the second and third mortgages they’d taken out for remodeling and Evie’s college fund, there hadn’t been much equity to distribute. The trust fund her grandmother had left for maintenance wasn’t going to cover all this. And though she’d gotten money out of the divorce settlement, it wouldn’t last long if she had to spend it on house repairs.

“It didn’t need a handyman a month ago.” Elton Cook whispered, as if the house itself might overhear and fall down as a consequence.

In Maggie’s estimation, it had needed a handyman for a long time. Turning it into a boardinghouse obviously hadn’t earned enough for all the necessary repairs.

“I’m sure my grandmother did the best she could.” A hole opened wide in Maggie’s chest as she thought of all the lost years she’d let build between her grandmother and herself.

“No.” Elton flapped bony fingers. “You don’t understand. She had it painted last year. Then there was the new septic installed nine months ago, and she sodded the entire lawn afterward. There wasn’t a weed in sight when I was out here in the middle of August.” A month and a half ago, two weeks after her grandmother passed on August first.

The handyman hammered at the base of the column, the afternoon sun shining down on his hair in an odd halo effect. In the van, Samson whined. He needed a potty break.

Elton Cook stuck his hand out, straight-armed, a key ring jangling in his fingers even as he eased closer to his Lexus. “I have to go.”

Maggie made a side shuffle to close the distance between them. “You could come in.”

“There isn’t any need.” Mr. Cook took a giant spread-eagled step in the opposite direction.

“Shouldn’t you at least introduce me to the tenants?”

“I’m sure you’ll do fine on your own.” He jingled the keys when she didn’t take them.

“I don’t even remember their names.”

“Hopefully they do.”

Maggie grabbed her grandmother’s keys before he dropped them. Mr. Cook skipped sideways the rest of the way to his car as if he were afraid to turn his back on the house. It might be time to let his son take over the law firm.

“Don’t forget,” he called. “You can’t put them out unless they don’t pay rent or they get arrested and accused of murder.”

“Can’t forget that,” she muttered to the cloud dust he left behind as he peeled out. She’d inherited her grandmother’s house as well as the boarders living there. They could miss six monthly rental payments before she could kick anyone out. Unless they tried to kill her first. She’d have to read the will again; had it said get arrested and accused of murder or was that an either/or?

She tipped her head and gazed across the street. The house and its tenants might actually be worth it if she got the handyman, too.

She was forty, divorced, and it was high time she had some fun, right? Opening the van’s door, she snapped her fingers. Samson hit the ground running. He squatted on the edge of her new yard and christened the dirt for what seemed like a full minute as Maggie crossed the road. Despite being male, Samson was a squatter, not a leg-lifter. Ray said that made him a wuss. Maggie thought it demonstrated he was an individualist.

“Guess your dog didn’t see the sign on the lawn?” The handyman’s voice was deep, the kind of voice you felt vibrating on the inside.

Maggie stared at the crab grass, the weeds, the gopher holes, and the dirt. “We didn’t notice a lawn,” she answered, perfectly serious, not a funny-bone in her body.

He pointed to the marker, a picture of a dog squatting, the universal red not circle over its behind.

“Ah, that’s it. He doesn’t read sign language.”

His lips moved, but he didn’t crack a smile, and Maggie resisted pointing out that it was her nonexistent lawn. After all, he’d fixed the column so the porch no longer sagged. For that, he deserved a thank you. She shaded her eyes from the sun pouring over the roof, opened her mouth to offer it…

And looked up into the face of the man she should have married instead of Ray.

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It took Maggie forever to find her voice over the crack in it. “What are you doing here?”

He crossed his arms, staring down at her with something that resembled a smile, but with the sun in her eyes, it could also have been a grimace. “A whole lot of nothing, Maggie.”

God. He recognized her.

Cooper Trubek had been her high school sweetheart. Had been, was, is. It depended on your definition of the word is. He still existed, she still existed, and she’d loved him with all her heart. So Cooper Trubek is her high school sweetheart might be the right way to say it. Despite the intervening twenty-two years, the girl she’d once been had never fallen out of love with the boy. That girl still remembered every precious moment with Cooper from sophomore to senior year.

She could have said all that but, thankfully, what came out was “Samson did number one.”

Cooper glanced at Samson, who sat on his haunches, giving him the mother of all stares.

Up close, Cooper’s dark brown hair was shot through with silver strands, and fine lines etched his eyes. The years had made him better, seasoned, overwhelmingly male, instead of a mere boy of eighteen. Tall, over six feet, he’d perfected a stone-faced demeanor she found daunting. In high school, he’d laughed a lot. Back then, she hadn’t hurt him yet.

His gaze tracked her face, her hair, her eyes, her lips, then down to the tight, low-waisted jeans and snug T-shirt. She wasn’t an eighteen-year-old girl either, and his gaze made her self-conscious, as if he thought she was trying to deny her age. It was just that she’d done all her shopping with Evie who’d always said that Maggie shouldn’t dress like an old lady.

“I live here,” he finally said, without inflection.

Deciding the man wasn’t a threat, Samson rose to his four paws, trotted to Cooper’s side, and sniffed his work boots, then his pant legs. He was heading north when Cooper stuck his hand in the way.

It took that long for Maggie to realize Cooper had answered her original question. “You’re one of Nana’s boarders?”

He nodded. This time, the smile made it to his eyes. “I’m one of your boarders.” Samson circled, and Cooper shoved him away before he sniffed the backside. “I’ve got the attic.”

When Maggie lived in the house, the attic was dusty and dark, one long room with a sloped ceiling, boiling in summer and freezing in winter. How could a person live in the attic? Elton Cook told her Nana had remodeled to make more space for boarders, turning the first-floor rumpus room into a bedroom and adding a shower to the half-bath by the stairs. There were now three full bathrooms. But Mr. Cook hadn’t mentioned the attic.

Maggie snapped her fingers, and Samson slumped in the dirt, laying his snout on his paws. “I didn’t know.”

“I didn’t expect you to”—his voice roughened, the first sign of emotion slipping—“since Cecelia never called you in the entire five years I’ve been here.”

And not for twelve years before that. Did Cooper think Maggie had deserted Nana the way she’d deserted him?

“I should have called her,” she admitted, the guilt like a lump of raw cookie dough in her stomach, the kind of thing you thought you could handle until it expanded. How much had her grandmother told Cooper about Ray and Evie? Short for Evangeline. Long ago she’d chosen the name for the little girl she and Cooper would one day have. She’d dreamed so many things that had never come to pass.

If she wasn’t careful, she’d become maudlin, something she’d tried hard not to do since the divorce. “What happened to the lawn?” And the swing, the porch, the paint? “Mr. Cook said the grass was just replaced.”

Cooper stared at the house, the brown of his eyes deepening. “It got sad.”

“The house got sad?”

“When Cecelia died.” He swept an arm across the expanse of dirt, and Maggie realized the elusive sentiment in his gaze was grief. He’d had a soft spot for Nana, bringing her a treat when he arrived, meringues or flowers or a cookbook. And he’d left her with a goodnight kiss on the cheek. “First week,” he said, “the grass died, second week the weeds and gophers took over.”

Her grandmother’s house had always been…special. The scents of baking cookies and fried chicken lingered long after the kitchen should have aired out. If Maggie wanted a breeze on a summer’s night, she’d find a window open she was sure she’d closed. When she climbed out her second-floor window to meet the most beautiful boy in the world, the trellis suddenly reached right up to her sill. As if the house shared her feelings for Cooper. When she’d let him move to L.A. on his own following high school, the trellis vines grew thorns.

Over the years she’d been absent, Maggie decided she’d imagined all the strange things about the house.

“Maybe the septic’s failing again.” It could have contaminated the dirt and killed the grass.

Cooper went on. “Then the swing fell down, the porch sagged, the paint flaked, and the shingles fell off.” He kicked up one side of his mouth. “I don’t think that’s the septic.”

Her grandmother had loved the swing on a warm night, swaying, sipping homemade lemonade as they discussed the day. The torment when Timmy Tipton sent Maggie a love note only to have their fourth grade teacher intercept it and read it aloud. The tragic loss of Jimmy Howell when he was killed in the sixth grade as he crossed the big highway east of town. Susan Foster getting pregnant at fifteen. What Maggie should wear to the junior prom with Cooper.

All the memories, the years, the times she thought of calling Nana but never did. All the regrets and guilt. “I thought you were some big screenwriter in Hollywood,” she said, a catch in her voice.

His head bent to Samson, Cooper merely raised his eyes to meet his gaze. “You know I never sold a screenplay.”

She hadn’t known. For years, she’d searched movie credits for his name. When Cooper left to make his Hollywood dreams come true, she was supposed to go with him. Fear got the better of her, and she’d allowed him to board that train alone, deserting him with nothing but a note she’d sent via a friend. At eighteen, it had seemed the best way to let him down. Today, she saw it for the coward’s way out that it was.

After that there was college, Ray, then Evie. And now this, back at the house she’d started in as if she were George Bailey in It’s a Wonderful Life. What would her life have been like if she hadn’t thrown away Cooper’s love?

“I’m sorry you didn’t make a movie.” What else could she say? She’d chosen security over a frighteningly uncertain future with Cooper. Two years later, when she’d gotten pregnant, Ray had represented her safety net. She’d chosen what she thought was security, even against her grandmother’s wishes and advice.

She’d lost it all when Ray no longer had a use for her. Even Evie didn’t need her after she went off to college.

She sounded disgustingly poor-poor-pitiful-me, but she’d made her own choices. “Thanks for fixing the porch.”

“Cecelia used to give me money off the rent for doing her odd jobs.” He turned, bounded up the porch steps, then threw over his shoulder, “I don’t expect the same thing from you.”

The message, she assumed, was that he didn’t want anything from her. He disappeared into the bowels of her grandmother’s house, the screen door banging shut behind him. One of the hinges dropped off, the screws pinging on the porch.

She’d deserted him, hurt him, hadn’t talked to him, or written him. She’d owed him more than a note. Yet she’d walked away and never looked back. Just as Ray had done to her over a year ago, the day after they’d settled Evie in her first-year college dorm room in San Luis Obispo. So Maggie knew how Cooper felt.

She shoved the house keys in her jeans pocket, snapped her fingers, and whistled. People didn’t like being snapped at, but to dogs, it was a sound, a command, and if they obeyed, they knew they’d get a treat. Samson followed her back across the lane to the minivan, and she carried the first of her boxes into her grandmother’s house. Her house now.

They say you can’t go home again; Maggie had no choice but to try.

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TALL, DARK AND ALPHA Blog Tour – What is an Alpha!

Tall, Dark & Alpha: An Alpha is Masculine

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Thank you for hosting us today. We’re excited to talk about the alpha trait masculinity and our stories for the boxed set Tall, Dark & Alpha as we try to figure out: what IS alpha?

An Alpha is Masculine

From his searing gaze to his rock-hard torso, the alpha man is all male. His masculinity fills all five senses. Only a real man can make her feel like a woman.

The alpha hero in Rock My Boat by Afton Locke, a paranormal romance, is a shape shifter. Picture a muscular guy in uniform with a five o’clock shadow and fierce, dark eyes focused on YOU. Simon is tall, dark, and alpha. Need we say more? (Once addicted to the sea, you can’t escape its pleasures.)

Silver Tongued Devils by Dawn Montgomery, a sci-fi romance, has two alpha heroes. Na’varr has never wanted for female company. Only one woman, however, has ever matched his needs: Raesa. Brom is a hybrid of human and cat DNA. His body was built for sin but his heart has never been touched. Until Raesa. (She was always one step from hell until she found redemption in their arms.)

In Fight for Love by Delaney Diamond, a contemporary romance, the alpha hero is a former professional wrestler. Rafael is all man and filled with testosterone. He’s used to women coming onto him, but he only cares about impressing and pleasing one woman – Rebekah. (A former pro wrestler fights to hold onto the woman he lost, but still loves, and the son he never knew existed.)

The alpha hero in Crazy by Eve Langlais, a paranormal romance, is a vampire. Tall dark and handsome. Zane is the ultimate bad vampire oozing sex appeal and danger. (Ella hears voices and they don’t like anyone.)

In Sex With an Ex by Eve Vaughn, a contemporary romance, the alpha hero is a lawyer. Ethan Boudreaux is the kind of man women want and men want to be like. His tight, toned body is every woman’s wet dream come true. (When two divorcees reunite in the bedroom, the sex is hotter than ever, but can their hearts survive the second time around?)

The alpha hero for In Her Wildest Dreams by Farrah Rochon is a CEO chocolatier. With a body sculpted by years of pick-up basketball games with his boys and mixing up batches of luscious chocolate, Gavin has a body to die for.  (When the woman of his dreams asks him to create a Valentine’s Day fantasy, Gavin plans to show her just how sweet their reality could be.)

In Two Cops, a Girl and a Pair of Handcuffs by Paige Tyler, a contemporary romance, the heroes, Reed and Hayes, are both cops and hot, hunky guys, something the heroine, Cilla, appreciates. (Working the late shift just got a whole lot more fun!)

The alpha hero in Chase and Seduction: Hot Country Series, Book 1 by Randi Alexander, a contemporary romance, is a musician. Chase Tanner, country western superstar, broke his personal best record for orgasms the night he and Reno Linden first made love – even though it took all night and a whole box of condoms. (Come backstage and get your hands on country superstar Chase Tanner!)

In Tall, Dark & Apocalyptic by Sam Cheever, a paranormal romance, Audie, the alpha hero, is a bounty hunter.

story snippet:

The sound of his footsteps across the littered floor was like a series of cannon blasts, and she winced under every one. His massive arms arched from his sides as he walked, the huge hands loosely fisted. He held a long knife in one hand. Thick, muscular legs stuck out from underneath a bloody and tattered kilt, the burgundy and black pattern barely visible under the filth of an extended battle.

Yeira noted the blade in his hand, knowing it was meant for her.

He stopped a foot away, his intense, dark-blue gaze sweeping over her. “My god, woman. You look like hell.”

(A grand passion in an apocalyptic world. A love beyond reason and without boundaries.)

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He makes your heart pound and melts your resistance away. He promises you a world of passion and you find it impossible to resist his dark charm. When he catches your eye across the room, you know he means business. He could be an executive, cop, shape shifter, or a bad boy looking for a little fun. Once he has you in his sights, you can’t get away—and after one sizzling night in his arms, you won’t want to. He’s Tall, Dark & Alpha. The alpha male is the ultimate indulgence…the richest dark chocolate…and we’re offering him to you in abundance.

Delve into the sensual worlds of award-winning authors: Randi Alexander, Koko Brown, Sam Cheever, Delaney Diamond, Eve Langlais, Afton Locke, Dawn Montgomery, Farrah Rochon, Paige Tyler, and Eve Vaughn. Immerse yourself in the alpha male experience.

Featured Story – Rock My Boat by Afton Locke

Blurb

Workaholic CEO Rhonda Simms embarks on a Caribbean cruise to create an ad campaign for a big maritime freight client. She finds it impossible to concentrate, however, when Simon Mann, a blue marlin shifter, sets his sights on her. From a private, hands-on safety briefing to a wild ride in the ocean, he rocks her ordered world.

Simon drowned years ago in a shipwreck caused by Rhonda’s client, and he’ll do anything to be a normal man again. As his mate, Rhonda is the only person who can help him.

Tired of being so responsible, Rhonda is ready to let loose with a shipboard fling. Mating with Simon could cost a lot more than her virginity, however. Will she stick to her present course or will she let this sexy alpha rock her boat?

Excerpt (explicit)

“I’ve never appreciated heartless decisions CEOs make that affect people’s lives.”

Maybe that explained why he seemed to have a need to control everything, including her.

“We’re not all heartless.”

“Maybe not.” The pad of his finger brushed her cheek. “I didn’t know they could be so sexy either.”

A second call came through, announcing another mini crisis. If only she’d stayed home so she could keep things running. By the time this cruise from hell was over, Simms Creative Advertising Agency would probably be in ruins.

When the call ended, Simon snatched the phone out of her hand.

“What are you doing?” That rectangle of metal and plastic was the lifeline to her business.

“Throwing this thing into the ocean so we can have some peace.”

“The hell you are!”

Her heart pounded as she grabbed it from him. Maybe he was right. The constant interruptions would make it hard to work on her campaign, and the international rates were probably costing her a fortune. He was the next distraction she needed to get rid of. She turned the phone off and stowed it in her tote bag.

That must have been the signal he was waiting for because he also put her pen and notebook in the bag.

“Simon, you have to go.”

Instead of answering, he scooped her into his arms and crushed her body against his. The scrape of his unshaven jaw across her cheek was her only warning before he kissed her. It was more of an assault than a kiss. His mouth clamped to hers, opening and filling her with his slashing lips and tongue.

“Look, you alpha brute. Who do you think—?”

He swallowed the rest of her sentence with another brutal kiss while he gripped the back of her neck.

Too senseless to breathe, she clenched his shoulders, fisting the shirt fabric as her back arched above the cushion. His salty taste tingled on her tongue, whipping it into a frenzy. She wanted more, more, more.

Despite being in public, she couldn’t suppress a soft moan. Need, hot and slick, coated the seat of her bathing suit. When he tugged one strap off her shoulder, she shivered with longing and thrust her bare breast toward his mouth.

Her body was his now, completely beyond her control.

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Cover Wars!

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So, I’ve been telling you all about Make Me, our anthology with 12 tales of dark romance and seduction. We’re doing some really fun promotional things I want to tell you all about.

We’re holding a fabulous giveaway for a $100 Amazon gift certificate and autographed copies of several of the books contained in the anthology. I’ve put an asterisk in the list below to indicate that. So be sure to enter the drawing! http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/22dfa912/

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Skye Warren – Wanderlust *

Claire Thompson – Enslaved *

Cari Silverwood – Take Me Break Me

Annabel Joseph – Comfort Object *

Aleatha Romig – Consequences

Shoshanna Evers – The Man Who Holds the Whip *

Annika Martin – The Hostage Bargain

Jasmine Haynes – Take Your Pleasure

Eliza Gayle – Play With Me

Pepper Winters – Tears of Tess

CJ Roberts – Captive in the Dark

Pam Godwin – Beneath the Burn **

The really special thing we’re doing today is a cover war! Yes, we’re going to war with another fabulous anthology, Riding Desire! I’ve got my copy of Riding Desire and I love it as much as Make Me! So here’s how it will work. Starting at 10 am EST today 3/6 we’ll be posting two covers from the individual stories in each anthology, and you get to vote which you like best! One lucky commenter will win a copy of each anthology. That’s one winner an hour until 10 pm EST! My cover for Take Your Pleasure will be up at 11 am EST! So come vote for me, please, please! This is going to be tons of fun! I don’t think I’ve seen anyone do anything like it! So come by Sinfully Sexy Book Reviews at 10 am PST for the Cover Wars! And please tell all your friends!

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Make Me is available on Amazon, Amazon UK, BN, and iBooks. The book will be available for only one month, so tell all your friends before it disappears! And Riding Desire is only .99! You can’t beat that! You can find Riding Desire at Amazon, BN, and iBooks

11:00 am EST, Take Your Pleasure vs ??? Stop by Sinfully Sexy Book Reviews to see who I’m up against!

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Make Me!

This week I want to let you know about a fabulous anthology I’m participating in. Including 12 tales of dark romance and seduction, we call it Make Me. Our goddess, Skye Warren, spearheaded the project, and she designed our fabulously classy cover. Here’s the line-up of authors and their stories:

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Claire Thompson – Enslaved
Cari Silverwood – Take Me Break Me
Annabel Joseph – Comfort Object
Aleatha Romig – Consequences
Shoshanna Evers – The Man Who Holds the Whip
Annika Martin – The Hostage Bargain
Jasmine Haynes – Take Your Pleasure
Eliza Gayle – Play With Me
Pepper Winters – Tears of Tess
CJ Roberts – Captive in the Dark

These stories are previously published, but you’d pay over $40 to get them all. Here, they’re all in one place, 2000 pages of reading! We’ll be releasing the book for one month only on March 3, but we’re offering special preorder pricing of .99 for Kindle, and we’ll have it available for the Nook and iBooks soon. Here’s the thing, if we get tons of preorders, we could make it onto the New York Times Bestseller list and USA Today. So I hope you’ll take us up on this fabulous offer! I’d love to make a list!

Don’t forget to get your free copy of She’s Gotta Be Mine in ebook! Enjoy! Kindle, Kindle UK , BN, iBooks, iBooks AU, iBooks UK, Kobo, Smashwords, All Romance, Coffee Time. The sale will be over any day now! Actually, I’ll take it off sale when I get back from Palm Springs! I’m having a fabulous time. My brother is visiting from Atlanta and we’re doing a lot of hiking and shopping. And my mom is so happy to have us all together!

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Are we ready for Valentine’s Day!?

Happy New Year to everyone!

And wow, Jan 6 is here, and last night was the premiere of Downton Abbey’s Season 4 on PBS! If you haven’t gotten hooked, start with Season 1! If you like it, I guarantee you won’t be able to stop until you’ve gobbled up the entire series!

What I love about the series is the romance. It’s a period piece, sort of like Upstairs, Downstairs, where you have the lives of Downton Abbey’s owners and the lives of the servants. The series starts right at the time the Titanic sinks, goes through WW I, and on into the twenties. My favorite budding romance is between Bates, the earl’s valet, and Anna, a lady’s maid. But there are so many romances I felt invested in, the earl’s daughter and the chauffeur (egads!), and of course, the earl’s daughter and the heir to the earldom (no, this isn’t her brother!). But I also loved the touch of history that you could, how the first world war basically saw the breaking down of the barriers between the classes. Workers were no longer content to stay in their places. They wanted, and demanded, more. I read Ken Follet’s Fall of Giants, which is about the same period in history. Basically that war saw the fall of the ruling classes in Europe. The world landscape changed. But throughout it all, there were still great romances! I can’t wait for Downton Abbey, Season 4, has in store for us. It was certainly a great beginning last night!

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And speaking of romance, the stores are already filled with Valentine’s candy. And that’s what I’m here to talk about, my new Valentine’s anthology, with stories by me, Pamela Fryer, Haley Whitehall, Raine English, Lois Winston, and Melinda Curtis. Let me give you a little blurb and a taste of my contribution to Love, Valentine Style. It’s called Be My Other Valentine. You can read longer excerpts on my 12/29 Blog and my website.

Five years ago, Grace was given a sacred duty by a woman dying of cancer: Every Valentine’s Day, Grace must deliver a special cake to a girl named Valentine, addressed from the girl’s mother in heaven. But this year, Grace’s van gives up the ghost before she delivers her cargo.

His daughter Valentine is all Brian has left of his wife, but he’s forgotten the cake Valentine receives every year, and they’ve moved to a new house with no way to contact the baker who follows his wife’s wishes.

In their quest to fulfill a dying woman’s last request, can Grace and Brian find their own Valentine?

He reached over to open the door. “It’s cold, get in.” When she hesitated, he added, “If your car won’t start, you won’t be able to turn on the heater.” He smiled and patted the seat next to him. “And I have seat warmers.”

“Oh God, you’re evil. I’ll put the cake on the floor behind the passenger seat. It won’t slide as much when you’re driving.”

He kept the engine running and pushed the buttons for both seat warmers. Her van was visible around the corner, and they would see when the tow truck arrived.

Settling beside him, she asked, “So I’ve been dying to know if your daughter likes the cakes.”

He smiled. Valentine was the light of his life. “She adores them.”

“Which one did she like best?”

He supposed it was like a painter or a musician or a writer asking if you liked their latest work. Her cakes were an art form. “The lamb. Or maybe that was just my favorite. Because Valentine was very partial to the pink and red ladybug.” There’d also been an amazing butterfly, its wings topped with colored fruit jellies arranged to look like a pink monarch, and a Finding Nemo fish, which had been pink instead of orange and accented with red stripes instead of black. “You’re very talented.”

Even in the shadows of the car, he recognized her blush. “Thank you. Valentine? For her birthday? I didn’t realize that was actually her name. Her mother didn’t say.”

His mood immediately spiraled. He hadn’t known what Marilyn planned until she’d done it. And when he’d seen the credit card bill later, he almost choked. But she was gone by then, and over the years, he’d realized what she’d given Valentine was worth every penny. In fact, it probably wasn’t enough. This woman—he hadn’t even asked her name—had already provided far more than the money Marilyn had paid her. A childhood’s worth of cakes, a mother lode of love. Why would she go to such lengths for a woman she didn’t know and a child who hadn’t even been born when she made the deal?

“Who are you?” he finally asked.

Love, Valentine Style is available exclusively on Amazon.

So, have you seen Downton Abbey? Are you hooked? Or do you wonder what all the fuss is about?

Oh, almost forgot! Get your free copy of She’s Gotta Be Mine in ebook! Enjoy! Kindle, Kindle UK , BN, iBooks, iBooks AU, iBooks UK, Kobo, Smashwords, All Romance, Coffee Time.

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