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Hot Alphas

So the first secrets & shadows novella will be going into print…

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BURN FOR ME will be in print in the spring, along with stories from Lora Leigh, Laurelin McGee and Kate Douglass.



If you frequent twitter or any number of romance blogs, you might have heard about the Kathleen Hale Fiasco.  Yes, it’s such a Fiasco that it must be capped.  Bolded.  Underlined and italicized.  I’m not linking to it, or her, because frankly SHE isn’t worth the attention.

I’m going to keep this short and sweet, cuz I need to be writing, but since Nicole challenged the readers of the LE blog to post bloggers (and authors) who’ve made a difference in their lives.  So, yeah… I can do that.

My bloggers…

Nicole with Literary Escapism, aka my keep and administrator and all around awesome friend.  We need a wine date.

Tori with Smexy Books…she makes me laugh and she ‘gets’ me.  Trust me, people, that’s not an easy task.  I don’t think I’ve ever met anybody who seemed to ‘get’ me quite as well as she did, right off the bat.  Unless it’s Wicked Lil Pix aka Natasha.

Meka with Bookpushers…we only started talking much within the past year or so, but she’s an exceptional woman and is always there to lend an ear if you just need to talk.  (and I don’t consider it cheating to mention the entire bookpushers team, especially E & Minn…one of the funnest weekends of my life was when the guy and I hit Tucson and were lucky enough to hand with these ladies.)

Ridley with Love in the Margins.  Ridley will do a lot of things, if you let her.  She will challenge the way you view racism, privilege, ableism and sexism.  She’s a fantastic person to talk to, although if you’re comfortable with your world view…beware.

Jane/the Janes at Dear Author.  This one is twisty…now Jane, Janet, Janine (etc!) are wonderful, this is more about the blogging platform itself at DA and how they welcome so many differing opinions, people who can challenge you, make you think (piss you off).

Also, because I cheat, I’m adding another…Limecello of Limecello Reads.  Another fantastic friend.

And now my authors…

Monica Jackson.  She’s been gone a few years now, but she was another woman who challenged me, how I thought, how I acted.  She left a mark on the world–and she left that world too soon.

Lynn Viehl, aka PBW.  She’s a rare creature–the kind of friend who will honestly tell you what you NEED to know, not what you want.  She listens and makes you laugh.

Helenkay Dimon – another friend who will tell you what you need to know, will make you laugh and will just hang out and bullshit.

Nora Roberts, not because I can say, hey, we are buddies!, but because without works like hers, I wouldn’t be a romance writer.

Michelle Monkou – we don’t talk much.  We’ve met each other a couple of times.  But, as many of you know, I’m rather ‘opinionated’, although I try to objective.  Sometimes, when there are problems, I wonder if I’m talking to a wall and we met, really, because of one of those times when I was talking to a wall, or so I thought.  It turns out that people were listening…and some even appreciated it.  Her kindness still lingers.

And there’s a challenge thing if you want to do it…name five bloggers and authors who made a difference in your life.



I’m currently in this weird EAT ALL TEH SOUPS mode and I found this one



Pumpkin soup!  And it’s easy. (click on the pic to go to the website for recipe)

Fall always makes me crave soups and stuff.  You got any good ones?


You Own Me… Amazon’s Romance Daily Deal 0.99



Fuck, he thought miserably. Rising from the couch, he lifted a hand only to let it fall uselessly to his side. “Lizzie, I’m sorry. I didn’t—”

“I don’t want to hear it!” she shouted, cutting him off.

He had to duck to avoid the little potted orchid she sent flying his way. And damn, she still had a good throwing arm.

“Do you hear me?” she said, her voice starting to shake. “I don’t want to hear. I get it, okay?  Nobody wants me. No fucking body. I’m fine as a doormat for Noel as long as I let him treat me like shit, but he doesn’t want me. Neither do you. I get it. Okay?”

Stunned shock rippled through him as she shoved her tumbled hair back from her flushed face. Her eyes shot sparks as their gazes clashed. “I get the point. You’re a fucking hound dog and I know that. But I’m not good en—”

He caught the rest of her words with his mouth and when she went to shove him back, he caught her wrists, too. Sinking his teeth into her lower lip, he backed her up against her desk. “Not want you?” he muttered against her mouth. “Are you blind?”

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BUSTED… and oh wow, is this cover awesome…



Man, oh, man…is this cover amazing or what?

Here.  A snippet.  FYI, this is unedited and may change during edits.

The first time Trey Barnes saw her it caught him by surprise.

Not because he knew her.

Not because of anything she did.

But because it had been six years since a woman had caused this kind of reaction in him.

Six years.

So it was a punch in the gut when he walked into the Norfolk library for the kid’s reading program and saw her.  His tongue all but glued itself to his mouth and his brain threatened to do a slow meltdown.

The woman was kneeling down in the middle of a circle of kids, a smile on her mouth.  A mouth slicked wine red and he suddenly found himself dying of thirst.

It had also been six years since he’d touched a drop of alcohol, but in that moment, he found himself imagining a glass of wine.  Wine…wine-red lips, wine-red sheets and the two of them stretched out on a bed as he ran his hands over that warm, lovely brown skin.

“Come on, Daddy!” Clayton jerked on his hand.  “Let’s go!  I want to go play.”

His son’s voice dragged him out of the fantasy, rich and lush as it was, and he shook his head a little to clear it.  A heavy fullness lingered in his loins and he was glad he’d gotten used to look like a bum.  The untucked shirt had fit him well enough when he bought it years ago, but the weight he’d lost after Aliesha’s death had stayed off so the shirt hung loose on his rangy frame.  Loose enough that he figured it would hide the hard-on that yet to subside.

A few minutes surrounded by chattering preschoolers ought to do it, he thought.

Clayton let go of his hand as he got closer and he reached up, nudged his sunglasses down.  As he’d retreated farther and farther into hermit mode, fewer people recognized him, but he rarely went anywhere without something hide his face.  Between the hair he rarely remembered to cut and the sunglasses, people didn’t often recognize him these days.

A shrill shriek split the air as two kids started to fight over a book.

That’s going to do it, he mused.  Blood that had burned so hot a minute before dropped back in the normal zone.

Only to jump right back up into the danger zone.

Miz Sexy Librarian was standing in front of the two kids.

And fuck… her voice was a wet dream.

“Now I know you two weren’t raised to treat books that way.  Do you do that at home?”

Two pint-sized little blond heads tipped back to stare up at her.  Trey barely noticed them, because his gaze was riveted on the plump, round curve of her ass.  How could he not notice that ass?  She wore a long, skinny skirt that went down a few inches below her knees and her stockings were the kind with a seam that ran up the back of her legs.

He passed a hand over his mouth.

Hell of a way to realize he could still get aroused—in the middle of the children’s section of the very public, very busy Norfolk library.  Gritting his teeth, he focused on the ceiling.  Would counting sheep help?


That whiskey-smooth drawl was like a silken hand stroking down his back…or other things. He cleared his throat. Speak, dumb-ass.


Saved by the Clayton-meister.

Mentally blowing out a breath, he watched as his son rocked back and forth on his heels, smiling up at the woman.

“Are you here for the program?” she asked.

“I am!”  Clayton stuck out his hand.  “I’m Clay.  I love books.  My dad tells me stories.  All the time.  Sometimes he even makes them up.  He gets paid to do that, too.”

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