Monday, July 23, 2018

Steampunk Romance

Steampunk is Victorian Sci-fi. I also like it describe as Historical/Sci-fi. There is Steampunk literature and of course Steampunk Romance, but it doesn’t stop there, it includes art, gadgets, music, and clothing. 
So If you haven't tried Steampunk, yet.
Come a Steampunk reading
 in ebooks so green
Come a-reading
about robots on steam.
Gear, cogs, and brass for you.
And to you swift airships too.
Several years ago I wrote all my Steampunk books under the pen name of Maeve Alpin but I am now in the process of switching those books over to my name of Cornelia Amiri. I wrote three Steampunk books and I now have three under Cornelia Amiri and two are still left under Maeve Alpin. Let me start with those two.

Though society stands in their way, can love transcend time with the aid of robots and magic?
Little does Ricard know when he sets the broken head of an ancient Egyptian statue onto its body, the stone figure will transform before his eyes into the most beautiful flesh and blood woman he’s ever seen. 
Seshat, an ancient Egyptian Priestess has newly awakened in 19th century Paris, after centuries as a stone statue. Though enchanted by the wondrous inventions of steam-servants and a steam-carriage, she is enthralled by the inventor, Ricard. He ignites her sensual desires and in a steamy night of carnal magic, Seshat transforms Ricard’s life forever. But how far will he go to secure her happiness? Is Ricard’s love for Seshat powerful enough to transcend time?

With her bell skirt and layers of petticoats knotted, Felicity shamelessly straddles her motorized steam bicycle and rumbles down the streets of London. 
When a dark, handsome and half-naked bystander captures her attention, she crashes into a brick wall. 
After tinkering with a time machine, Heru, an ancient Egyptian, is swept through the ages to nineteenth-century London. He rushes to the aid of a woman in ridiculous, conservative clothing, riding a noisy brass-horse. Once he lifts her into his arms, he doesn't want to ever let her go. However, her father will stop at nothing to steal the time machine. Heru needs to keep the time machine out of Felicity's father's hands and keep her safe from the man's black-hearted machinations.
Sequel to As Timeless As Stone

Here are the three books under Cornelia Amiri
Forbidden love...so strong...it spans the universe.

Ana, a milkmaid disguised as a rich widow, boards a rocket to be blasted out of a huge cannon. Thrown off the Spanish estate she worked at, she's headed to the newly discovered planet X to start a new life. Sparks fly when Ana finds Ramon, the only man she ever loved and heir of the estate she worked on, is flying to Planet X as well. 

As the Spanish governor of Plant X searches for gold, the treasure Ramon seeks is Ana. His conquest is challenging. Though he swears to protect and love her, as a noble he cannot marry a peasant. Ana cannot deny her desire for Ramon but she will not be his mistress. 
Will Ramon's conquest of her heart succeed or will Ana make a life alone, amid the wonders of Planet X?

Spinster Librarian Piety Plunkett is happy alone with her books until her sister Polly transforms her with a bras octopus beautifying machine. With her new look, the librarian catches the lusty attentions of London’s most notorious rogue. Blake Blackmore enjoys the favors of beautiful women from the brothels of London to high society’s most fashionable debutantes but only the spinster librarian consumes his mind night and day. Piety insists she will not wed but devote her life to her position as head librarian, but Blake will stop at nothing to win her. He takes matters into his own hands and tutors her in carnal pleasure in three passion filled lessons. Now that she is sharing her body, instead of just her books, Piety is shocked yet pleased at how naughty she can be under Blake’s personal tutelage. But if anyone finds out about what goes on in the library after closing time, her reputation would be ruined. Is that Blake’ ultimate plan?

A Wild Ghost Chase
Queen Victoria orders the premiere phantom hunter, Sexton Dukenfield, to track down England’s missing ghosts. On the job, Sexton stumbles into Ceridwen, a phantom Celtic warrior woman. Not only does Sexton find her intriguing as a clue to the missing spirits, her sultry beauty haunts him as well. Though they both burn with desire, it’s difficult to quench their fiery passion since Ceridwen is so translucent. 

On a mission through the bustling narrow streets of London, to a dreary match factory, and to the Otherworld and back to stop a genius scientist and his phantasm debilitater machine, the ghost and the ghost hunter also seek the secret …to freeing the boundaries of life and death. Is it possible…or just a wild ghost chase?

As a special treat my —To Love A London Ghost— is free along with 19 other Steampunk books until July 28th - so, get them now!

The Steam-Dream Steampunk Giveaway


Happy Steampunk Reading!

Sunday, July 22, 2018

Hot Summer Read

Looking for some HOT summer reading?

The first three books in my sizzling Dalakis Passion vampire romance series are now available in one boxed set for only $4.99! I can’t tell you how excited I am about this.



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Harker’s Journey

From the first moment Johanna Harker read Bram Stoker’s Dracula, her life changed forever. The book unleashed an obsession with vampires that was all the more compelling for the intensely erotic dreams that filled her nights. It wasn’t long before she was consumed with thoughts of the dark creature who returned to ravish her in her dreams again and again . . .


An impressive brass knocker in the shape of a wolf’s head was set in the middle of the door. It was larger than her hand and was both scary and beautiful. She reached out and ran her fingers over the wolf’s head before she lifted the sculpted door knocker and let it fall. It made a loud, metallic bang when it hit the brass plate beneath it.

Johanna took a step back and waited, and waited and waited.

When no one answered, she decided they probably hadn’t heard her. The place was huge, an actual castle. No telling where the staff was. She figured more drastic measures were called for and banged on the thick wood panel with her fist. Five minutes later, she was still banging, but now she was yelling as well. “Hello! Anyone home?”

 Her nervousness increased at the sun sank lower in the sky and shadows crept across the courtyard. She did not want to have to try to find her way back to the inn after dark. There were wolves and bears and who knew what other kinds of animals in the woods. If someone didn’t answer soon, she was going to try to find another way in, even if she had to crawl through a window. She was getting desperate.

The sun was just disappearing behind the mountains when she finally heard the clicking of a set of locks being turned. “It’s about time,” she muttered with relief. Now that she knew someone was home, she could admit to herself just how scared she’d been at the thought of having to tromp through the countryside on her own after dark.

The huge door opened slowly, the metallic creaking of the hinges sounding like something out of a bad movie. The light was dim and she couldn’t see anyone there. She squinted and could make out a stone wall and an old wooden bench just inside the entryway, but she still didn’t see anyone.

This was getting ridiculous. Enough was enough. She boldly stepped over the threshold and recited her favorite lines from Stoker’s book as she did so. “‘Enter freely and of your own will! Come freely. Go safely, and leave something of the happiness you bring!’”

There was no one standing behind the door, and she still believed she was alone until a deep voice came out of the darkness. “Surely it’s not as bad as that? This is not Dracula’s castle, but Dalakis Castle. We are much more civilized here.”

Lucian’s Delight

For years Delight Deveraux suffered from a recurring nightmare of being savagely attacked and assaulted, until the night a mysterious stranger appears in her dream to rescue her. When the same scene plays itself out in real life just days later, with the same mesmerizing dream man coming to her rescue, Delight suddenly finds herself swirling in a haze of passion and confusion, between what’s real and what’s not. But Lucian Dalakis is real, and he intends not just to save her but to bind her to himself for all time . . .


He made her feel safe in a world gone mad. She owed him her life. She had sent out a silent call in her moment of greatest need and he had come. Time had no meaning as she poured out her tears. When she was finally spent, she sniffed and scrubbed her hands over her face before finally raising it to look at her savior.

The moon chose that particular moment to come out from behind the clouds, illuminating his face. Long black hair fell around his shoulders in a silky curtain, framing a face that was harsh yet beautiful in its own way. His cheekbones were chiseled, his forehead high, and his lips thin. But it was his eyes that captured her. A brilliant emerald green, they were hard and cold as he looked out over the night, but the moment he sensed her gaze on him, they changed. Heat radiated from their depths, making him appear not quite so remote. Using his thumb, he brushed away the remains of her tears from her cheeks.

Something about this man called to her on a very deep physical and emotional level. Delight knew that she was still shaken after her ordeal and that the last thing she should want was a man’s hands on her. Not when the side of her face throbbed and she ached with pain from her attack.

But her body wasn’t listening to her. It was totally illogical, but this stranger made her feel protected, cherished, wanted.

Slowly, he lowered his head, giving her time to object, time to stop him if that was her intent. She did neither and his mouth covered hers in a gentle caress. He tasted and nibbled her lower lip and then her top one, taking care to not miss a spot. He took his time as if there was no hurry, as if he would be content to spend the rest of the night doing just this.

It was she who needed more. It was crazy, but she wanted him. His touch and caress would wipe out the stain of the men who had hurt her and make her feel whole again.


Stefan’s Salvation

Laurel Rose McCaffey never minded being branded an outsider, even when it meant carving out a solitary life for herself in the wooded hills of North Carolina. Now resort developers want to take her land, and vicious locals who stand to benefit from the deal have begun making threats. When a dark stranger enters her life, first as a protector, then as a lover, Laurel Rose is both fascinated and frightened by his mysterious power and all-consuming sensuality . . .



The beast inside him rumbled to life. Every heartbeat in the room pounded in his ears. He could hear the whoosh of their blood pumping through their veins. The sensation was hypnotic. He licked his lips, almost tasting the tang in his mouth.

He was hungry and they were sustenance.

Closing his eyes, he willed the beast back into submission. It wasn’t easy. Sweat trickled down the back of his neck. As the nights seemed to grow longer, it had gotten harder and harder to even have the will to fight his very nature. It would be so easy to take what he wanted with no consequences.

Taking slow, steady breaths, he ignored his throbbing erection and centered himself until he was back in total control. He opened his eyes and carefully scanned the room again. Nothing had changed. No one here knew the battle that had just been fought and won. No one knew that their lives had just been spared.

The beer was cool and the bottle sweaty in his hand as he took a long pull. He welcomed the bitterness of the brew as it slid down his throat to his belly. It did nothing to still the hunger within him.

He knew he had to feed. His brothers usually drank blood they purchased from various blood banks through dummy companies. He didn’t mind living that way, but on the road there was no other way for him to survive except to eat straight from the source. Stefan was always very careful not to take too much and to implant a pleasant memory in the mind of the donor. They were no worse off when he left them, so it didn’t trouble his conscience any.

He raised the bottle and took another swig. That is, if he even still had a conscience. Some days he wasn’t sure.


N.J. Walters is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who has always been a voracious reader, and now she spends her days writing novels of her own. Vampires, werewolves, dragons, time-travelers, seductive handymen, and next-door neighbors with smoldering good looks—all vie for her attention. It’s a tough life, but someone’s got to live it.

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Saturday, July 21, 2018

Looking For A Weekend Read?

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I got addicted to the survival reality series Naked and Afraid and it inspired this story. If you haven't seen the show, it involves dropping a man and woman off in the middle of a hostile environment with just a couple of basic tools and nothing else. Not even clothing. And they have to survive it for weeks. As someone who hates camping - even with luxuries like tents and campground restroom facilities - I found it amazing what these people could endure. It was the perfect plot candy to throw my heroine and hero, Phoebe and Jonathan, into.

I think this story makes a great summer beach read. I hope you'll check it out!


Can Phoebe trust Jonathon with her biggest and most precious secret?

Phoebe Heart struggles to keep the bills paid with her survivalist training courses while raising a preteen daughter. When a producer approaches her about starring on the survival show Paradise she's hesitant. Hasn't she spent a lifetime trying to stay out of the spotlight of her famous mother? But the money is too good to pass up, and Phoebe will do anything to provide a stable future for her child.

Billionaire playboy Jonathon Breck is always up for a new adventure. When he's offered a starring role on Paradise he jumps at the chance. In return for spending twenty-five days on a tropical island, using only his wits to survive, he'll receive a nice big check, which he plans to donate to his favorite charity. So with two months training under his belt, he's dropped off on a lush oasis. He knows it'll take skill to find food, water, and shelter on the deceptively beautiful island.

Each of them expect to be on the island alone, so they're shocked when they discover the producers have thrown in a surprising twist. Phoebe and Jonathon find themselves teamed up. Jonathon is intrigued by the sexy woman, but he can't shake the feeling he's met her before. Phoebe is appalled she's paired off with the man she had a drunken college one-night stand with.

Passion ignites while they share in the trials of Paradise, but disaster strikes, leaving them facing life or death. And Jonathon learns the truth that Phoebe desperately hoped to keep hidden from him—they share a child.

Now Jonathon faces the biggest challenge of his life—convincing Phoebe to let him be a part of their daughter's life. Can Phoebe trust the notorious playboy with her young, impressionable daughter's heart? And can she trust the feelings she has for the charismatic billionaire?

Content Warning: contains graphic language and explicit sex


"…a terrific hero's journey, an almost as terrific heroine's journey, and a cast of characters that I loved." Manic Readers

Friday, July 20, 2018

Cover Reveal ~ Between the Sheets

Good morning everyone! I am so excited to share a new cover with you today...well maybe two new covers!!

When Michele and I were asked if we'd like to join this project, we already had the book in mind and the scene. Yes, scene. This anthology is a whet your appetite type book, and oh boy, do we ever. The book though had been released before, in a box set, but it never gained any traction per se. So, we've revamped it, and changed the name.

It was previously called Art of Deception, a YA-17 short story. Not anymore. We're hoping to expand it, and add it to our Psychic Retrieval Agency series. It is now titled: Misfits. This book will be re-released some time in 2019. (Our schedule is booked out for the rest of the year.)

If you would like to check out the first book in our Psychic Retrieval Agency series, Midnight, is available now at your favorite retailer.

Also, as a special treat today, if you leave a comment, you'll be entered for a chance at a copy of Midnight and Kalkin, the first book in our Apache County Shifters series.

Michele and I hope you enjoy the book and we hope you like the covers!

Pre-Order now!
Coming Soon 2019

Thursday, July 19, 2018

Exclusive Excerpt from His Untamed Love by Anya Summers

Read an Exclusive Excerpt from His Untamed Love!!

“It was just as I thought, overloaded the circuits is all, Miss Evans,” he said as he entered the living room. 
“I see,” she replied, glancing at the desk and ignoring him.
It gave him a moment to study their newest guest.  She was an itty-bitty thing, in a huge, bulky sweatshirt that hid more than it revealed. But her legs were toned and lithe in her black pants that hugged her limbs, only to end in the ugliest pair of boots he’d ever seen. Her hair was piled on top of her head, a dark burnished chestnut copper that made her milky skin appear almost translucent. 
She unplugged a laptop and a small tablet, leaving her main computer still plugged in before she pressed the power button on and the screen flickered to life. Cole almost smiled at her audible sigh of relief. 
Then he asked, “What do you need all this stuff for, anyway?”
Miss Evans finally glanced at him and he was nearly swallowed up by her big, luminous teal eyes that dominated her face. She was beautiful, with full, pale pink lips and a straight pert nose. But it was her eyes that were the real kicker. They were haunted. There were dark circles beneath them, like pale dark smudges an artist carelessly used to tarnish his creation.  But it just made her seem wounded. And made him regret how terse he’d been with her earlier. 
She shrugged. “Because my job requires it.” 
“Doesn’t sound like much fun to me. You should build a fire. It will help with the chill in the air,” he said with a nod toward the fireplace. He was surprised she hadn’t already lit one; what with her tiny bird bones, the extra warmth would serve her well. 
A rosy flush crept up her elegant neck and she said, “That’s great and all, but how? Without burning the place down.”
Cole refrained from shaking his head at her. She was a city girl through and through. “You’ve never started a fire in a fireplace before?”
“No. I’ve never lived in a place that had one,” she explained. There was an air of fragility and uncertainty around her. Maybe it was because most of the visitors to the lodge knew what they were about, but Cole couldn’t ever recall a guest making him want to protect them. Whereas this one was clearly out of her element. Anxiety rippled off her body in waves.
Cole strode to the fireplace and knelt down. He waved her over, trying to ignore that the Dom in him was rattling his cage, almost sniffing a female in need of a protector. “First, remove the front grate. In all the cabins, we have these long lighters to make it easy for guests. You’ll want to grab some of the kindling we have set aside in the metal box over here. Put it on the grate and arrange it almost into a teepee of sorts. Now, you might need to break up some of the kindling to form the conical shape.”
She knelt beside him and the scent of peaches tickled his senses. He handed her a few pieces of kindling. “Break those up a bit.”
She snapped a few of the pieces. He noticed how delicate and small her hands were, the nails perfectly formed and painted a pale pink. When she struggled with one of the thicker pieces, he put his hands over hers and was shocked at the jolt of electricity that shot through him at the innocuous touch. She stilled and looked up at him. Her sea green goddess eyes were solemn. There were flecks of gold smattered in their teal depths and Cole felt himself drawn into her gaze. 
Releasing her hands at the unbidden stirring of lust as his dick twitched, he cleared his throat and said, “Some of the kindling pieces, the thicker ones, if you can’t break them into smaller bits, then use them for the top part of the teepee, like this.”
He removed the piece from her hands and angled the small piece of wood on the grate over the smaller pieces already in place. He could have broken it, no problem, but he wouldn’t be the one building a fire here. He made a note that he would have to keep an eye on her. Merely to make sure she didn’t burn the cabin to the ground.
“See what we did here?” Cole asked. 
“Yep. Make the teepee. Got it. What’s next?” she said. 
“Okay, then you will want to put the logs on top. The best way to do that is lay them crosswise, like this, so that they don’t go rolling off the grate. I typically start with two crosswise and then put a third smaller log with a flat edge over the top. It keeps them in place a bit. Understand?”
She nodded, studying the logs as if she had discovered a new species. 
“Okay, then take some of the newspaper we have stocked in the bin and shred it into small strips. You don’t need much, just enough to set beneath the grate and light so that the kindling will catch fire.” Cole demonstrated and put two good sized handfuls of the shredded newspaper beneath the grate. Then he handed her the lighter. “Now, light the newspaper.” 
She took it from his hand. Her grip tight, she leaned forward slightly, put the long neck of the lighter against the newspaper, and clicked it. 
Flame leapt and caught on the newspaper. It flared bright, casting a golden glow over her milky, perfect skin. It made her appear even more hauntingly beautiful, if that were even possible. At the satisfied glimmer in her gaze and small smile tugging at her voluptuous lips, Cole had a startling image flash in his mind of his guest, her head tipped back, mouth parted around a breathy moan. Her body was bathed in the golden glow from the fireplace as he held her wrists and feasted on her creamy flesh. 
Damn, he must be tired if the city girl was inciting his lust. She was a far cry from the submissives he bedded at the club. 
He slid the screen back into place and then stood. He should have helped her up from her kneeling position first, was all he could think as he stared down at her upturned face. She was on her knees, her delicate hands folded in her lap, face tilted up toward his and her luminescent gaze, those huge, green orbs stared at him, the earlier suspicion gone and trust now shimmering in her eyes. 
Cole sucked in a breath like Oreo had kicked him in the solar plexus. Before he did something—like instruct her to disrobe and then open her mouth to receive him—he held out his hand and assisted her back to her feet. 
“I’ll bring in some more firewood for you,” he said and retreated. He strode outside and inhaled the frosty air, hoping to extinguish the sudden burning desire Miss Evans evoked in him.  

His Untamed Love, A Cuffs & Spurs Novel

Visiting the Black Elkhorn Lodge and Resort is Mia Evans’s last option. She’s bordering on a nervous breakdown. Everyone in her life she thought she could count on deserted her. And, to make matters worse, she has the foulest case of writer’s block in the history of the world. She figures getting herself out of the prison her apartment in Chicago has become will help jar her life and her writing out of the rut they are in. But she isn’t prepared for the surly, sexy cowboy – who looks like her every dark fantasy come alive – riding into her life on his trusty steed.
Cole Stewart only loved one woman in all his thirty-five years, until he lost her forever and swore he would never love another. Since then he’s had a revolving door with the subs at his lifestyle club Cuffs & Spurs, all with the unwritten rule that he doesn’t get involved or do relationships of any kind, period. That is, until Mia Evans, the burned-out, anxiety ridden author, needing to get away from her real life, nearly runs him over with her car. Seeing the haunted expression in her gaze and a body he craves, the Dom in him knows he must have her, must taste her and feel her writhing beneath him. But will he be willing to risk his heart for the untamed passion he finds in her arms?

Available at: Amazon ~ Nook ~ iBooks


About Anya Summers

Born in St. Louis, Missouri, Anya grew up listening to Cardinals baseball and reading anything she could get her hands on. She remembers her mother saying if only she would read the right type of books instead binging her way through the romance aisles at the bookstore, she’d have been a doctor. While Anya never did get that doctorate, she graduated cum laude from the University of Missouri-St. Louis with an M.A. in History.
Anya is a bestselling and award-winning author published in multiple fiction genres. She also writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance under the name Maggie Mae Gallagher. A total geek at her core, when she is not writing, she adores attending the latest comic con or spending time with her family. She currently lives in the Midwest with her two furry felines.

Cuffs & Spurs Series
His Tempting Love releasing September 6, 2018
His Seductive Love releasing November 8, 2018
His Secret Love releasing January 8, 2019
His Cherished Love releasing March 8, 2019