Friday, February 28, 2014

Launch Day Tour & Giveaway for Shannon's Law by Emma Calin

Welcome to my stop on author Emma Calin’s   Launch Day Tour for Shannon’s Law, presented by Goddess Fish Promotions, on February 28, 2014.  Please leave a comment or question for Emma to let her know you stopped by.  You can enter the tourwide giveaway by filing Rafflecopter form below.  You can also follow the rest of Emma’s tour here, the more stops you visit, the better your odds of winning. 

Shannon’s Law
By Emma Calin
Passion Patrol Series, Book 2

Publisher:   Gallo-Romano Media
Release Date: February 28, 2014
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Length: 270 Pages
ISBN: 9781494290795

Buy Links: Amazon   B&N

About the book:

Wild child inner city cop Shannon Aguerri walks a dangerous line between her methods and justice. When the bosses lose their nerve, after yet another maverick mission, she is transferred to green pastures to play out the role of a routine village cop. When she encounters signs of people and drug trafficking she homes in on serious millionaire criminals. 

As a loner she has attracted men but nothing has stuck. When she meets Spencer, the hunky and widowed Earl of Bloxington, there is an immediate rapport between them. Their social differences mean nothing to their passion and need.  Already in the mix is an upper class female rival – who has long plotted her way into the Earl's bed. The jealousy is an evil shade of green and the anger is a violent scarlet.  Often inhibited by a sense of duty and honour, Spencer is slow to reveal his feelings.

When Shannon confronts him with the need to choose between her word and that of her rival, he does not immediately support her. All the same, when they are forced together to carry out a desperate rescue mission, their love is stronger than everything ranged against them.

Author's note: This book is quite 'strongly flavoured' and features uninhibited, but straightforward steamy sexual scenes between consenting adults and true-to-life street language that would occur in high-stress situations.


Emma Calin was born in London in 1962. She currently lives in France and the UK.

She has been writing since childhood and has won numerous local, national and international prizes for poetry and short stories.

"Knockout!" is the first of the “Passion Patrol Series” a stand-alone love story set against a backdrop of international gambling corruption and deception. Interpol cop Anna Leyton finds herself torn between love and duty when her professional and private life intersects.  This book is now available in both paperback and Kindle formats.

“The Love in a Hopeless Place Collection” is a bargain anthology of 5 short stories and novelettes, available in paperback and digital formats.

"Sub-Prime" is a prize-winning hard hitting short story about courage, exploitation and love. It is a raw and brutal exposé of life at the bottom in the aftermath of recession.

"The Chosen" is also a short story,  set in modern times where working people struggle to keep their dreams alive. A world where the promise of love motivates desperate measures.

“Escape To Love” is a 'novelette' (longer than a short story but shorter than a novella), a gritty urban romance with suspense and mystery but a love story at it's core. 
“Angela” a short story about a late-night taxi journey.

“Love in a Hopeless Place” a novelette about a middle-aged woman striving to find her true identity.

 Amazon links to books by Emma Calin

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Blog Tour & Giveaway for Married to the Job by Cynthia Racette

Welcome to my stop on author Cynthia Racette’s Blog Tour for Married to the Job, presented by Book Promotions by Literary Nook. Please leave a comment or question for Cynthia to let her know you stopped by.  You can enter her tourwide giveaway by filing out the Rafflecopter form below.  You can also follow the rest of Cynthia’s tour here, the more stops you visit, the better your odds of winning. 

 Married to the Job
By Cynthia Racette

Publisher:   Twenty or Less Press
Release Date: January 14, 2014
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Length: 78 Pages

Buy Links: Amazon Barnes & Noble

About the book:

Astrophysicist Dr. Miranda Perry is happily ensconced at Palomar Observatory. She rarely goes out because she spends so much time searching for new planets. Her job is everything to her. When sexy, smart, and suave particle physicist Dr. Russell Rogers visits Palomar to give a seminar on the popular Higgs Boson, he blows her world apart, planets and all.

It’s love at first sight for Russ, and he convinces Miranda to go out with him. In the short time they have together, sparks fly and sexual tension magnifies by powers of ten.

After Russ returns to his job in Boston, the two arrange hectic, emotional- and sex-filled moments, but the liaisons in the Midwest don’t cut it and a choice must be made. With each of them committed to prestigious jobs on opposite sides of the country, who will move to be with the other? Or, will they give up on their relationship because each is married to the job?


After all the audience members who had crowded around him asking questions left, he closed his laptop and put his papers into his briefcase. She’d been standing by watching him interact with the people who came up to him to ask a question. Whether he spoke to a man or woman, he carefully explained his point, respecting their own knowledge and experience. When everyone was gone, he strode over to her, his eyes pinning her against the wall where she was leaning. Her heart beat faster.

All at once she realized she hadn’t given even a single thought to her experiment, and she chided herself. He was only a speaker for their series and would be gone within moments. She’d been so mesmerized by his lecture that everything but his voice had faded into the background. How had she let that happen? She'd never forgotten her work before.

From time to time while listening to him, she’d shivered at the very sexy, low, throaty timbre of his voice. She could imagine him whispering sweet nothings in her ear. As he came up to her and smiled, she swallowed and tried to get ahold of herself. This was ridiculous. She was a serious scientist.

“Wow." She cleared her throat. "You had them in the palm of your hand within the first five minutes. You’re an excellent speaker.”

He bowed slightly. “Thank you. Right now I’m also a thirsty and hungry speaker. Could I talk you into going out with me for a drink and maybe some appetizers?”

Now that she'd remembered it, her thoughts went immediately to her experiment. She hated to leave it, but she was torn. She hadn’t had this kind of strong attraction to anyone ever and yet, her experiment was tremendously important to her career. Screwing her mouth up in disappointment, she said, “I’m sorry. I can’t. I have some extremely important results coming through the supercomputer. It's something I’ve been awaiting for some time.”

“Ah, so that’s why you rushed into the lobby just in time to whisk me to the lecture hall when I got here and then ran off to let me prepare the equipment alone. You have a hot project on the burner.”

She grinned. “Guilty. I hope you didn’t feel abandoned.”

“No. I’ve been in the same boat. I figured you had something going on. Or, at least I figured that after I checked my breath and gave my armpits a sniff.” He winked.

“I’m sorry. I’d really like to go out and get a drink with you, calm my nerves a little after watching that computer for hour after hour. Plus, I missed lunch.” Not to mention she didn’t want to say good-bye to him yet. And she was damned tired of eating meals alone at her desk and spending evenings and nights hunched over printouts and lists of numbers. Then there was the urge to touch him and wend her fingers through his rich brown hair.

Putting both hands into his pants’ pockets, he rocked back on his heels. “Tell you what. You take me around back and show me your setup. Then you can take a peek at the computer and make sure it’s proceeding through its program okay. Maybe after that you’ll feel more at ease leaving it for a bit to go out for drinks and sustenance.”

“Deal.” She grinned again. It was so nice to enjoy the company of someone who understood what it was like to be babysitting a project. She hardly knew him yet, but what she knew of him she liked. They had a chemistry that zinged between them like electricity between two clouds. She’d be a fool not to follow through with him as far as she could. If he left in the morning, that wouldn’t be far, but she could dream, couldn’t she?


Cynthia is a New York native, currently living in Western New York. She and her hubby moved from the capital area in Albany to be near their grandchildren, one, five, and six. They are adorable, much more adorable than other grandchildren. She is retired, except for her writing, but she still writes prolifically. She is one of those weird people who has always been a writer, long before she thought of it as a job. When not writing, she is reading, traveling (especially south in winter), and swimming in her pool with her grandbabies.

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Thursday, February 27, 2014

Virtual Book Tour for Hot & Dangerous by P.T. Macias

Hot & Dangerous
by P.T. Macias
De Las Cruz Book Seven

Publisher: P.T. Macias
Release Date: February 9, 2014
Genre: Romantic Erotica
Length: 206 Pages
Buy Link: Amazon

Claudia De La Cruz is a sexy, intelligent, dedicated, and beautiful FBI agent! She worked hard to achieve her dream. She's too busy to fall in love. She never had an amor! She's waiting for her alma gemela (soul mate)!

Roberto De León sprints into her life! Time and danger brings them together and tears them apart!


Wow, what’s going on? What’s all that commotion here in my casa, thinks Claudia.

She runs out of her room and down the hall. She meets her Padres (parents).

“What’s going on?” asks Claudia.

“We don’t know,” replies Papa Jorge.

Claudia urgently strides to the front door. She sees Veronica and Christopher walking after Roberto.

Oh dios mio that’s my Roberto! “Roberto, wait!” yells Claudia. She runs out the door after him. “Baby!”

“I don’t want to hear you lie!” yells Roberto. He attempts to hurry to the SUV.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” asks Claudia, passing Veronica and Christopher.

“Hermana (sister), he saw Christopher and me kissing. I think that he thought I was you,” says Veronica, walking behind Claudia.

“Hey, amigo, wait up!” says Christopher, sprinting after Roberto. “You have it all wrong.”

Roberto hears Claudia and the other voices. Hmm, that’s three voices and not two. One is Claudia, he thinks. He turns around, furious and curious.

“Baby,” yells Claudia, running to Roberto. “Please, listen to me.”

Roberto stands stupefied. Oh, dios mio! What a fucking fool I am. I forgot about her twin. I saw her in his arms and thought it was my Baby. The rage and frustration that I felt ten years ago, came rushing back. It was worse this time, because Claudia is my mujer, ponders Roberto. He’s in a daze. 

 Hot & Sassy
By P.T. Macias
De Las Cruz Book Eight

Publisher: P.T. Macias
Release Date: February 20, 2014
Genre: Romantic Erotica
Length: 201 Pages
 Buy Link: Amazon

Veronica De La Cruz is the bebe (baby) of the familia (family). She’s an intelligent, beautiful, elegant, and sexy mujer (woman). She’s been in love with her novio (fiancé) Christopher Rosas for years. They’ve waited anxiously for their wedding day. One of her dreams is to become his wife.

Veronica’s other dream is to be an Eve’s Pleasure model. This is the only dream that she’s not shared with Christopher. Veronica has kept this from him. She knows in her heart that he’s totally old school and has macho convictions. She knows that he’ll never accept his wife to model.

Christopher Rosas is an FBI agent and Veronica’s twin sister’s partner. He’s totally devoted to Veronica. Christopher is forced to ask Veronica to help the FBI to locate her twin.

Will their amor be strong enough to survive her silence? Can Veronica save her amor and twin before time runs out?

About the Author:

My name is Patricia T. Macias. I was born in San Jose, California. I graduated from the University of Phoenix with a dual Bachelor of Science degree in Business Management Administration.

I currently live in Sacramento, California with my family. My family is my pride and joy. I also enjoy spending quality time with family and friends.

I always dreamed of writing and I’m extremely happy to be achieving my dream. All of my characters are my best friends. They are always talking and living in my mind and dreams.

Author Links: Site     Blog      Facebook     Twitter     Goodreads  

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2/25 - Tamaria Soana
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Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Blog Tour for Delayed Justice by Constance Bretes

Delayed Justice
By Constance Bretes 

Publisher: Beachwalk Press
Release Date: February 17, 2014
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Length: 122 Pages
ISBN: 9781940744087

Buy Links:  Beachwalk Press Kindle Nook
About the book:

Can two former lovers set aside their differences and work together to bring a criminal to justice?

Five years ago, Sami Parker's life was changed forever when she was injured in a bombing incident which left another young woman dead—a woman who happened to be the fiancée of Sheriff Makeeta Robertson, Sami's former lover. Initially, Sami was a suspect in the crime, but the sheriff was forced to release her due to a lack of evidence. The town, convinced that she got away with murder, turned against her.

At last an arrest has been made and the sheriff needs Sami's help to get a conviction, but can she trust him? Although wary and cautious, she wants to see this man brought to justice and wants to clear her own name once and for all. But the awakening feelings she has for Makeeta bring yet another problem. Then there's the secret she's kept for the last five years—one she may not be able to keep any longer, and one that may change the outcome of the trial.

Content Warning: contains some sexual content


Sami got in her truck at about ten in the evening to head to Milne City to get her mail. She pulled up in front of the post office, parking parallel to the building, and walked inside to her mailbox. When she returned to her truck, a sheriff cruiser pulled up beside her. She walked between the cruiser and her truck and Makeeta got out of the cruiser.

"Sami, what are you doing out here this late at night?" he asked.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" she uttered sarcastically.

"Why do you get your mail so late?"

"To avoid people like you," she retorted curtly and continued to her truck and opened the door. She fumbled with her mail and some dropped to the ground. Makeeta bent over to pick it up at the same time she did. He grabbed the mail first and handed it to her.

"I was going to call you next week. I need you to come down to the sheriff's office and see if you can pick out the perpetrator in a lineup," Makeeta said. She climbed into her truck and he leaned slightly on her truck door, preventing her from closing it.

"I already picked him out at the district attorney's office. You know that—you were there."

"Yes, but for added security, if you can identify him in a lineup, that would leave the jury with absolutely no doubt about the identity. We want to seal the case up and close any gaps or loopholes that the defense might grab on to."

Sami let out a sigh. "I don't know if I'm comfortable coming down to the sheriff's office to do this. How do I know you won't arrest me?"

Makeeta looked at her questioningly. "Why would I do that?"

"Gee, I don't know, maybe because you think I helped create the damn bomb that went off?"

"I thought we were past this, Sami. I cleared you of any suspicion of involvement in the case."

"Yeah, well, what I don't understand is why if you didn't believe me five years ago, you would believe me now," Sami said, holding her raw emotion in check.

"I don't recall ever saying I didn't believe you, but I had an investigation going on and I needed to rule everyone out." Makeeta's voice hardened.

"You didn't rule me out…you brought me into the station the minute I was released from the hospital. I had intense pain, needed my medication, and you kept me there for hours. Did you conveniently forget about that?" Sami asked, looking him up and down from her side vision. He still had a beautifully proportioned body. He wore a blue jean shirt, with his badge pinned to his pocket, and tight-fitting jeans. His face was ruggedly handsome, with shoulder-length black hair. "You should have sent one of your deputies out to talk to me two weeks ago, you should have known that I wouldn't be interested in talking to you about anything." She wanted to get this conversation over with so she could leave.

"I thought it would be easier for you if it was just you and me," he said quietly.

"After what you put me through, you thought it would be easier for me? What planet did you come from?" she asked incredulously. "Besides, you weren't alone, you brought the district attorney and another deputy with you."

"Okay, maybe I made a bad judgment call there," he confessed. "But I'm here now to ask you to come to the station and see if you can identify the perpetrator."

"When do you want me to come down?"

"As soon as you can," he answered crisply.

"All right, may as well get it over with. I'll be there tomorrow at ten, is that okay with you?" she asked sharply.

"Tomorrow at ten would be just fine." Makeeta smiled thinly at her.

"Okay, now if you'll excuse me, I want to get out of here."

About the Author:

Constance Bretes is an author of contemporary romance and suspense. Her romance books are often set in different parts of the country, but her favorite site is Montana. She's married to her best friend and resides in Michigan with him and a houseful of cats. When she's not at her regular 8-to-5 job, she can be found writing, researching, and spending time with her husband.

Author Links: Site    Facebook   Twitter

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2/25 - Viari Rose
2/26 - Queen of The Night Reviews (Review)

3/4 - New Age Mama
3/6 - Brooke Blogs
3/6 - Booklover Sue (Review)
3/7 - Intriguing Reads (Review)

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Blog Tour & Giveaway for Downbeat by Mary Hughes

By Mary Hughes
Biting Love, Book 7

Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
Release Date: March 4, 2014
Genre: Paranormal Romance/Vampire
Length:  311 Pages
ISBN:  978-1-61921-875-8

Buy Links: Samhain Amazon Barnes & Noble Kobo

About the book:

Striking the right note could shatter more than their hearts.

After an attack that slaughtered his family, vampire Dragan Zajicek walled off his heart and went on a sixteen-hundred-year rampage with the bad boys of history. 

Now a rock star of the concert podium and master freelance spy, he’s taken the baton for a small orchestra near Chicago to investigate rumors of a monstrous, undefeatable vampire dubbed the Soul Stealer. 
But it’s the lovely, unassuming Raquel “Rocky” Hrbek who mesmerizes him from the first touch of her luscious lips on her flute.

Rocky, a shy shadow scarred by middle school cruelty, is mystified as to why core-meltingly gorgeous Dragan would notice a mouse like her. As his stolen kisses draw her dangerously close to the edge of her carefully constructed comfort zone, he exposes her secret—she’s investigating the monster herself.

As their quest draws them closer together, the monster zeroes in on the woman Dragan’s rebellious heart tells him is his mate. Now they must find a way to destroy the indestructible before Rocky is utterly consumed. And Chicago is bathed in the blood of innocents.

Warning: Contains a master of seduction and symphonies, an awkward and innocent flutist, small-town humor, heart-stopping action, and an exodus to Iowa. Oh, and the cheese balls are ba-a-ack—and deadlier than ever.


“May I accompany you, Ms. Hrbek?”

I jumped and nearly tripped. Zajicek caught my wrist to steady me. His fingers were long and slender but amazingly strong—and fiercely warm. Like iron filings to a magnet, my skin aligned instantly to him. Hot sensation juddered through me, knocking me even more off balance. I scrambled to regain my equilibrium, only to have my feet scud into one of the semi-vertical sidewalk stones. My flute bag slipped off my shoulder and nosedived into the crook of my arm, yanking me sideways. I went down.

Powerful arms wrapped around me and saved me from severe pavement burn. The arms were gentle righting me, and I stood in their comforting embrace a moment to get my breath back. A strong heart beat under my cheek. My palms pressed against warm, crisp cotton. The body under the cotton was a solid, cloth-covered cliff, so unlike my own soft limbs. I shivered.

“Are you all right, Ms. Hrbek?” Zajicek’s deep honeyed tones, tinged with amusement, came from somewhere over my head.

“Huh?” Not the snappiest of rejoinders but I was cheek-to-massive-chest with Dragan Zajicek, the posterboy I’d had the hots for half my life.

He was definitely not pasteboard now. The longer I stood there the more I felt. Every ridge of his taut abdomen, the roped muscles of his long thighs, the poke of his belt buckle; they all became alarmingly three-dimensional. His warm breath stirred my hair. Something else stirred too, at hip level…and silent laughter rippled through him.

My brain churned. The intimate way he held me made no sense, but the laughter, well, my clumsiness had lightened the room on more than one occasion.

Then Zajicek’s long fingers slid under my chin, raising my face. His brilliant eyes were shuttered by slumberous lids. I stared in bemusement as his face expanded in my vision…

His lips found mine.

Warm. Smooth. Exciting. “Some Enchanted Evening” sang through my right brain.

My left brain locked up in utter confusion. A man was kissing me. Zajicek was kissing me. The sum of my kissing experience was a slobbery grandmother and a few rushed awkward sexual encounters. I never really saw what the fuss was about. Until Zajicek.

I always thought kisses were simply the press of lips. His mouth didn’t simply anything. It rubbed, it tasted, it gently teased. Warm, velvety soft, his tongue began to explore.

I stood there in stupefied awe.

Until he murmured against my lips, “How clumsy you are, Ms. Hrbek. How very fortunate I was here to catch you.”

He thought I’d done it on purpose.

I struggled out of his embrace. He was slow letting go, his fingers firm on my arms. 

With a little tilt of his head, he perused me. Whatever he saw on my face made him release me with an extravagant sigh. “I beg your pardon. Apparently I misread your…desires.”

I flushed, because he hadn’t misread my “desires” at all. Just my intentions. I jerked my flute bag onto my shoulder and started determinedly toward my car, fiercely watching my feet on the uneven sidewalk. “No biggie. What did you want, Maestro?”

Long legs kept graceful pace with me. “Call me Dragan, please. Maestro is so overused.”

His first name? It implied an intimacy I couldn’t afford. “You call me Ms. Hrbek.”

“Yes, but perhaps you would allow me the familiarity of your first name as well?” His tone was coaxing.

I skewed a look at him, immediately returning my attention to the stones, although I was beginning to think Zajicek was more treacherous than my footing. 

“If you want. After all, you’ll be seeing us weekly for a while.”

“Perhaps you and I will be seeing a great deal more of each other, hmm?”

Yikes. My stomach flipped, my attention disintegrated and the elevated corner of a concrete slab cold-cocked my foot. I tripped and would have fallen again if not for Zajicek’s lightning reflexes. He caught me in his arms, steadying me. Senses reeling, I let him, my forebrain scolding idiot but my lizard brain panting and presenting its tail. Before I could completely self-combust, he brushed a thumb over my cheek and released me.

“What do you mean by that?” I croaked. Catching my flute bag to my chest, I wheeled and trotted off, fast, too fast, almost running, nearly stumbling yet again. Making a conscious effort to slow down, I cleared my throat. “Why would you see more of me than any other orchestra member?”

“I am staying in Meiers Corners for the duration of Mr. Banger’s recovery. That is what I wished to discuss with you. I have only just arrived in the area. I’d like to follow you home this evening.”

Dragan Zajicek in all his powerful, elegant glory, driving behind me? My internal meter was pinging red alert, core meltdown imminent. “You don’t need to. I can tell you how to go. It’s not that far.”

“Perhaps. But it’s late and I would not wish to become lost.”

I opened my mouth to say no, heard my voice say, “Oka—” and snapped my jaw shut so fast teeth sparked. Problem was, I liked being with him—which, considering I was practically wearing my heart on my sleeve, was dangerous. What if he found out his kiss was the first real one of my life, and had utterly demolished me?

“Ms. Hrbek?”

He was politely waiting for an answer. Politely, as if the whole of my pitiful ego wasn’t in the balance.

I tried to see it from his point of view. The man wanted help getting around. A few directions, not my soul. Simple neighborliness would do. I breathed deep, and managed to rasp out, “Sure. No problem, Mr. Zajicek.”

He smiled and slipped his arm around mine. “Dragan, please.” His hip bumped against my side as we walked.

My respiration rate shot through the roof. I gritted my teeth. Simple neighborliness, yeah, right. Like your basic neighborhood raging inferno. “Okay. First names. I’m Rocky.”

“Rocky? That’s a boy’s name.”

“It’s a nickname,” I admitted.

“Ah. And your real name?”

Yes. My “real” name.

My friend, Nixie Emerson, once told me names have power. In her case, she went by her kicky middle name instead of “Dietlinde”, her dull-as-dust first. For her, that was appropriate. Nixie was short and punk and smart as a whip—and as smart-mouthed too, though she reined it in around her new baby.

In my case though, my “real” name was not appropriate. Anti-appropriate, in fact. My mom named me Raquel, after Raquel Welch, the sex-goddess of the sixties. So while Nixie’s name was right and good, mine was a joke. And considering my nega-love-life, a rather nasty one at that. “Rocky’s good enough, Mr. Zajicek.”

“Dragan,” he murmured, somehow pulling me closer. The heat of his body licked flame-like up my side. I hissed and shifted my flute bag between us, but as a defense it backfired. Zajicek simply plucked the bag from my hands. 

“Shall I carry that?”

“You don’t have to. No, wait—”

“Nonsense. It is quite light.” He shifted my bag onto his own shoulder, not the one between us. The strap wrapped itself over his muscles like a second skin, and I swear it moaned happily.

Then Zajicek curled one hand around my waist and pulled me so close I could barely breathe. I tried to, really I did. But every tentative inhale brought the scent of him, cotton and sandalwood and burning masculinity. Every movement of my ribcage scraped the side of my breast against his arm, until I was trembling with the need to rub blatantly against him. Every breath drew cool air over my tongue…yikes, I was lolling like a dog in heat.

My glasses fogged up, and I stumbled again.

Both Zajicek’s arms went around me. I felt incredibly clumsy and stupid, making him rescue me continually from my own feet. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Zajicek—”

“Dragan,” he murmured, cupping my chin and lifting my face for another soft kiss. His lips touched mine, his mouth moving in tiny circles as if to warm my skin. He didn’t need to. I was plenty warm already—and a little buzzy.

“You taste wonderful.” His mouth opened and his tongue teased the seam of my lips.

I jumped at the touch but Zajicek held me, so securely I relaxed into his arms. It seemed to be some sort of cue for him to lick me and slide his tongue between my lips, encouraging me to part them.

He asked so nicely, with tiny hot licks. So I did.

The instant my mouth opened he devoured me. His mouth slanted over mine and his jaw dropped. Heat rushed in. I gasped. Shocked and a little scared, I fell back, but he stepped with me, wrapped his arm around my back and trapped me good. He had to bend quite a ways to do it.

My back arched like a bow, my breasts crushed to his chest, my hips to his thighs. Something stirred against my belly, sending a jolt shearing through me. My mouth tingled and my breasts tingled and I was getting really tingly between my legs.

I slid my hands between us to try to wedge open some space. All I succeeded in doing was fitting my palms to the hardest pectorals in the world.

The tingling between my legs was starting to drive me insane.

Zajicek’s mouth left mine to trail licks and nibbles down my jaw to my throat. He nuzzled me there, an odd dark rumble coming from his chest, almost a lion’s purr. “You smell divine. Ah, to taste you fully.” His tongue rasped over my pulse.

Somewhere along the way his hand had found my breast and was kneading and cupping while he sucked gently on the tender skin of my neck until my head spun.

Then his fingers found my raised nipple and plucked.

A thousand Christmas lights went on in my head. I shrieked.

Thank you to Maria and Queen of the Night Reviews for having me here!

Moving beyond the Biting Love series.

First, for fans of the Biting Love series, don’t worry—there are plenty more books yet to come. March 4, flutist Raquel “Rocky” Hrbek gets her story told in Downbeat. Aiden Blackthorne’s story, Assassins Bite, is releasing in November, and Luke’s story is scheduled after that. 

While I deeply love the Meiers Corners gang, some other hardbodied male creatures continue calling to me, wanting me to tell their story: 

  •  Extraordinary humans. CEO Everett Kirk battles both crusading manager Edie and his own more primitive side in Edie and the CEO. It’s a comedy of errors when media star Zan Sinclair tries to meet shy Vicky in Twice Shy (Can tripping over your own feet lead to falling…in love?).
  • Jinn. Rafe is a hot jinni complete with long black braid draped over his powerful chest in Black Diamond Jinn. Amaia, a government witch, is dying. Her last act is to try to save the world from the Mayan Doom.
  • Dual (shifter/warlock). Early 2015 will see the release of the first in a new series, currently titled Alphas Don’t Wear Bows. This paranormal has the same mix of sex, action and humor readers have come to expect from the Biting Love series. Witch princess, alpha wolf shifter, meddling magical aunt. What could possibly go wrong?
  • Big bad wolf. I’ve started work on a PNR/UF world of magical creatures, starring an alpha’s alpha and a little she-wolf—who, as a human, is a strong, independent woman and more than the alpha can handle.
Some are already released, some are in the pipeline, and some are just glints in my eye. But there are plenty more stories waiting to be told!


I've worked as everything from a cleaning temp to project manager for global clients. Currently I'm an author, musician, and computer consultant. I live in the United States Midwest with a basement full of spare computer parts and several musical instruments including my husband's romantic cello and my flute for playing bird parts in orchestra...ask me to tell you that story sometime :)






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