Friday, July 1, 2016

Elle's Surprise and Giveaway

Hiya, y'all. June was an amazing month. I attended Lori Foster's Reader Author Get Together as a signing author for my second year, and got to meet many wonderful readers. I also got to meet one of my all time favorite authors...The JR Ward.
             JR Ward & I                                          Me

Let me just say I totally Fangirled soo F**King hard. Yes, she was awesome, amazing, gorgeous and every other thing you would hope for. (Huge shout out to the ladies from Under The Covers... Fran and Pilar for saving me a spot in line). Yes, I actually left my signing table to go see The Warden. LOL

I also had a surprise release this month...actually just a few days ago on June 28th. Slater's Enchanting Mate, Iron Wolves Book 4 is Slater and LeeLee's story, and one I hope readers will fall in love with. From the feedback I'm getting, they are.

Wounded and hidden for years, LeeLee had found acceptance within her wolf. She learned firsthand the harsh reality of never being loved, and vowed to protect her heart, and body from suffering the same pain ever again.

Never one to back down, Slater O’Neil loves life. When he meets his mate in wolf form, he never thought claiming her would be quite so hard. Yet he'll gladly battle an unknown evil more sinister than the horror movies he enjoys. After finally finding the other half of his soul, he’ll pay any price to protect the woman meant to be his.

True love doesn’t always come easy, and for these two shifters, they’ll need more than just love to make it work. LeeLee was just a child when she witnessed a horror no child should, but revisiting old hurts don’t always heal old wounds.

When you stir a hornet’s nest, you should always be prepared for what might come out. In LeeLee and Slater’s case, they are totally unprepared to step into a whole different reality. One where the ones who should love and protect, are the ones out to kill for their own gain.

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Slater’s Enchanted Mate
Story Excerpt

Time ticked by as he sat in a chair beside the bed, his eyes and ears trained on the closed door. He swore he could see through the walls, imagining her hands trailing over each feminine dip and curve on her wet flesh. The fantasy did nothing to cool his straining erection.
When the sound of the plug being pulled hit him, he sat up straighter, adjusting his dick to a more comfortable position. His own fantasy woman walked out in nothing but a large fluffy towel. He almost swallowed his tongue.
“Couldn’t you find the robe?” For fucksake he’d pointed it out.
Her smile was bright. “I saw no reason to get another item wet when I was just going to get dressed.”
The logic she used was sound, but it was not good for him or his libido.
“Oh my damn. This is gorgeous.” She fingered the outfit he’d laid out.
He realized she used the phrase oh my damn a lot, and wondered where she’d heard it.
“I thought it would look perfect on you.” He cleared his throat, the deep sound had her looking over at him sprawled in the chair. Her eyes traveled the length of him. There was no way she could miss the clear bulge in his jeans.
Although it was as normal as breathing for shifters to get naked in front of others, he could see her worry reflected in every line of her sleek body.
“I’ll just take this into the bathroom and change.” She picked up the wrap kaftan and did a one eighty back into the restroom.
Slater let out a breath. “Fuck! How the hell am I supposed to keep my hands to myself?” He thought of the story he’d heard where Niall had told Zayn to keep his fangs and dick to himself. Now he totally understood why the other man couldn’t, and how he’d come to have an accidental human mate. If he’d found LeeLee and she wasn’t a shifter, he was sure he’d still want her no matter what or who had to say about it.
“What do you think?”
His head jerked up at her whispered words, breath froze in his throat. She looked amazing. No, better than that. Goddess, he’d never seen a more gorgeous sight, even with her hair hanging in wet strands down her back, she was the most gorgeous creature he’d ever seen.
He realized she was waiting for him to answer. “You look amazing. Come here.” He kept his voice low. The scent of her need hit him the closer she came to where he sat.
“It feels weird wearing clothes, but I remember how to dress.” Her tentative smile had him wanting to shield her from all the wrongs she’d suffered.
When she was within touching distance, he pulled her onto his lap, making her gasp. “I think I like you out of them better, but you look like a goddess in them, too.” And she did. With her hair a shade of blonde he’d not seen on a female that hadn’t come from a bottle. The silver tips drew his gaze and fingers of his left hand. “Did one of your parents have hair like this?” He held the wet strand up.
Her face scrunched up. “My mom had really blonde hair while my father’s was a darker shade of blond. I guess having a red haired child shocked them and the pack. I didn’t realize it at the time, but that must’ve been the reason I was never allowed to go outside and play with others.”
The forlorn tone made his heart constrict. If her parents were still alive he’d have a chat with both of them.


LeeLee hated how the mention of her family brought the euphoria of only moments before, to a new low. Her adult mind understood now what and why her parents did what they did, although she didn’t agree, or forgive them for their actions. She wondered if they knew the way the old crone treated her. If they had, would they still have shunned her? Memories of her childhood threatened to send her into a crying fit, one she wasn’t sure she’d recover from. To distract herself, and Slater, she leaned forward, pressing her lips against his.
She wasn’t sure who was more stunned. Him or her. His lips were softer than she’d expected. The firm, yet decidedly sweet feel of having a man’s mouth beneath hers had her humming.
At first he did nothing but sit there, and she wondered if he didn’t like kissing, or if he was repulsed because she didn’t know how. Then his mouth moved, his hand reached up, tilting her head to the side.
A sigh escaped her mouth, opening for the press of his tongue. She felt the first stirrings of lust work its way through her body. She’d seen the evidence of his arousal when she’d walked out, and exulted in the fact he appeared to like her appearance.
“Open your mouth for me, love.” His soft order gave her pause, but she followed his demand. She could taste the soup they’d eaten and Slater’s own unique flavor. Oh my damn. She could get addicted to kissing. His lips teased hers, tongue sliding inside, inviting hers to rub his. Heat poured off him, making her relax against him even more. The erection beneath her jumped. She wasn’t sure what to do with her hands, until he lifted one and placed it around his shoulder, the other he placed over his beating heart. Her eyes drifted shut, falling deeper under his spell.

Slater’s Enchanted Mate
Adult Excerpt

“I want to make love to you, Slater.” She tunneled her fingers into his hair.
Holding her against him, he stared up at her. “Are you sure? We can wait.”
LeeLee couldn’t wait. She wanted to climb on him. In him. Become a part of him. Claim him for her very own. She nodded.
In a desperate melding of their mouths, he possessed her, tongues and teeth clanking together in a heated exchange. Her eyes slid shut, enjoying every second.
The world spun, making her open her eyes as the feel of something soft hit her back.

Once she was flat on her back, he stared down at her. Nerves had butterflies dancing in her belly. If he changed his mind she wouldn’t beg him again.
“Fuck me running, you’re gorgeous. I am so not worthy, but I’ll be damned if I don’t take what the gods have given me,” he growled.
Staring up at the gorgeous man with the dark red hair and sparkling green eyes, sure she was the one who was given the gift. Of course, looking farther down, she worried he was too big. When she’d seen other men, it hadn’t been something she was looking at. LeeLee actually thought she was broken and would forever be stuck in her animal form. Now, staring up at her mate, for she knew that was what he was, she couldn’t imagine her life without him. Her breath caught in her throat. Fear swamped her. Old uncertainties rose up. What if he didn’t think she was good enough? Her own parents hadn’t thought she was, and could care less if she lived or died, that much she remembered.
The bed dipped, and Slater was leaning over her. “Hey, what’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?”
She couldn’t tell him. “I’ve…I don’t know what you expect.” That much was true.
His head bent, a whisper of air wafted over her lips as he stared into her eyes. “We will only do what you want. Go as far as you want. If you want me to get dressed…well, I’ll have to will some new clothes on.” He winked, making her laugh.
“No. I mean, I want to be with you in every way a man and woman can be. I just need you to, you know. Lead,” she said baldly.
“I’ll go slow. If at any time you want me to stop, I will.”
He’d wait an eternity then.
With their eyes locked, he lowered his head, brushing his lips over hers, then trailing kisses down her neck. He licked a spot behind her ear that had her arching off the bed. The sweet man continued his journey. His tongue brushed along her breasts, teasing the tips, then sucking one into his mouth. LeeLee swore lights exploded all around them. It was better than amazing.
The torment continued to the other breast, sucking a little harder, making her shift on the soft bedding arching her back, forcing more of her flesh into his warm mouth.
He released the hardened tip with a pop. “Demanding little thing,” he grunted, his pupils dilated.
Her face had to be bright red from embarrassment, but then he was moving farther down the bed. His intent clear. She curled her fingers into the bedding next to her thighs, trying to hold still.
“Good girl. I’m going to taste you now.”
Arousal flooded her, the words made her completely aware of her own body.
Slater looked up, his green eyes held hers while he placed a kiss on top of her bare mound. She jerked, but his large hands held her down.
He trailed his tongue along the crease shielding her from him. Goddess, she didn’t think she’d survive if he put his tongue on her.
Body shaking, she waited. Her eyes closed on a soft moan as he parted her with his thumbs, tongue sliding between her thighs. Ecstasy shot through her at the first wet touch. Moisture seeped from her, perfuming the air.


Slater sucked in a deep breath, then bent to her glistening flesh. Her scent was like an elixir to him, drawing him closer, making him need more. He used his thumbs to open her up for him. The feel of his heart beating against his chest reminded him of his first time, only this time he’d make it last longer. He wanted to spend hours worshipping his mate.
Gently, he probed her with his tongue, swirling it along the plump flesh and growling at the taste. A little further down, he swirled around the opening to her body, then pushed inside as far as he could go, feeling her pussy muscles flex around him. With his superior strength, he held her hips down with his forearms, then moved, wrapping under and around her slim thighs, he feasted, groaning while she moaned. Damn, he hadn’t even given her clit the attention it was begging for and she was ready to come.
The feel of her fingers tugging on his hair, the slight sting only increasing his own pleasure. Sweeping his tongue up, he tickled the swollen flesh, nearly grinning at her gasp.
“Oh my damn, Slater.” Her voice had gone husky and breathless. She tried to move her hips, but he held her down.
He freaking loved how she tasted, and wondered if he could bottle the flavor. The thought that he could spend hours between her thighs, licking, sucking and devouring everything she had to give flittered through his mind.
“I wouldn’t survive,” she whispered.
Slater looked up. “You heard that, or did I say it out loud?”
“I don’t know, but either way, I need you in me.


For the SURPRISE release of Slater and LeeLee’s story, I put Xan’s Feisty Mate on sale, now through the 4th of July. That means you can get all 4 books in the Iron Wolves series for just $5.00. That's right folks...less that a latte LOL. So, if you haven't read my series, you can get Lyric's Accidental Mate for FREE, Xan for $.99, Kellen's Tempting Mate that just released last month for $2.99, and Slater's Enchanting Mate for $.99. SHAZAMM.

Xan’s Feisty Mate
Iron Wolves Book 2

Breezy has loved Xan Carmichael for years, but she’s tired of trying to get him to notice her. She’s suffered long enough and is ready to move on.
Xan didn’t want a mate, but when someone tries to harm the only woman who had called to him and his wolf, he’s ready to rip the world apart to keep her safe.
The past has a way of coming back and haunting your present, and Breezy has just become the focus of a deranged killer. Will Xan and the rest of the Iron Wolves be able to save her before whoever is out to end her life succeeds, or will the stubborn alpha claim her in time?


Xan’s Feisty Mate
Adult Excerpt
Breezy couldn’t believe her ears. Xan was saying everything she’d ever wanted to hear. Could she believe him? What if he changed his mind? Wolves mated for life she reassured herself, except in her parent’s case, she didn’t know of any other wolves who separated. She took a deep breath and nodded.
“Say it,” he demanded.
“You’re my mate, Xan.”
He bent and kissed her, a sweet so unlike Xan kiss, she felt tears well again. “See, that wasn’t so hard. Was it?” His thumbs brushed away her tears.
She smiled. “You really can be sweet.”
His hands reached for her ribs and began tickling. “Take it back. I am a big, bad ass motherfucker.”
His teasing was a surprise, endearing him to her even more. “You’re that, too. So, when does this debauchery begin?”
Her words had him going stone still. “We don’t need to do it now. I can wait a day or two.”
She threw her head back and laughed. “I’ve waited twenty-seven years. I think I’ve wanted you since I knew what it meant to want a man. There’s no reason to wait, unless you’re not up for the task.” She looked pointedly down at his lap. The large erection evident. Thankfully she was a nurse and knew he would fit, even though he looked like he’d stuffed a third arm down his sweats.
“Woman, you truly are a bad girl. Damn, I’m a lucky bastard.” He lifted them both in one motion from their seated position in the recliner, her arms went around his neck making him realize she trusted him with her safety.
“Hmm, I think I might be the lucky one.” She traced his lips with her tongue, making him stumble.
A swat on her ass had her yelping. “That’s one. I owe you nineteen more.”
The sting his slap caused didn’t hurt, but she tensed the entire walk to his room, until he kicked the door shut. “Xan, I’m not into spankings and stuff.” With her arms around his neck, her legs locked around his waist, she explained about her childhood, and the beatings she’d endured on a regular basis from her mother. By the time she finished, minutes had passed, and Xan maneuvered them onto the big bed.
“Oh, honey, your mother needs to be strung up by her fingers and have her eyes plucked out one by one. That’s just for starters. I’d like to…” She stopped his tirade with a kiss. His vehemence on her behalf was endearing, but she didn’t want anyone else in their bedroom.
“I only told you so you’d understand where I’m at. I don’t know if I can be what you want. If you want to stop before we start, I’ll understand.” It would kill her, especially if he chose, or when he chose another. She’d have to leave the pack, but that would be better than knowing she couldn’t be what he needed.
“Your mother has no place here with you and me. We will do only what feels good for the both of us. However, I will spank your ass if you put yourself in danger.” He growled.
She swallowed but nodded. “I’ll do the same to you.”
He laughed. “Good luck with that.”
He twisted their bodies so she lay under him. “Now, where were we?” As his head bent and his mouth covered hers, she forgot about everything except how much she wanted him.
One big hand skimmed up her side, slipping beneath her borrowed T-shirt. Her stomach muscles jumped under his touch. Her nipples beaded, begging for his attention, which he quickly gave as his nimble fingers found one hardened tip, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger.
She pressed her pussy up against the thigh he’d inserted between her legs, and clutched at his back. “Don’t stop, oh god.”
He moved his thigh a little faster, pinched his fingers and kissed her at the same time. She cried out, coming on a scream, but feeling empty.
Breezy sucked in a deep breath, needing to feel him inside her. Her hands worked at the waistband of his sweats, but he stopped her. “Slow down.”
“Fuck that. I want you in me.”
He chuckled. “You’ll have me. I want you so damn much I hurt, but let’s make sure you’re ready.”
Xan lifted up and she stared at his face, amazed at the control he had. He straddled her legs, keeping her from moving and frustration ate at her. “What the hell?”
The diabolical man laughed. “Ssh. I’ll take care of you.” He whisked the shirt over her head, staring down at her breasts, then he bent and licked one then the other tip. “Fucking beautiful.” He pushed her breasts together and buried his face between them. “One day I’ll slide my dick between these, and fuck you here while you lick the tip till I come.”
She moaned. “You’re going to make me a nympho.”
“That’s my girl.” He continued to kiss and lick her in little nips, moving down her stomach.
Breezy watched his blond hair pause by her belly button, his tongue swirl around the little indent as his hands tucked into the leggings. “Lift up.”
She helped him shove her borrowed pants down and watched as they sailed over the side of the bed. His big hands lifted her legs, and spread her for his broad shoulders. Uncaring that the lights in the room were on and he could see every single imperfect ounce of her body, Breezy fell back on the bed, moaning at the first touch of his tongue on her.
He hummed, his hands holding her open while his lips, teeth and tongue brought her to another climax within minutes. Breezy wasn’t sure if it was normal to come so quickly, but she squeezed her eyes shut, clutched the bedding below her and bit her lip instead of screaming out his name.
“I want to hear you. Feel you when you come.” Xan grabbed her hand and put it in his hair.
His eyes glowed up at her almost feral in their expression.
He used the flat of his tongue, becoming more aggressive. She stroked her fingers through his hair, enjoying the silky texture, sure she couldn’t come again, when he pushed a finger inside her.
She closed her eyes, the feel of the thick digit working in and out new, yet an added pleasure. Her thighs gripped him, and she pushed up against his face. Another finger entered her, his speed increased, and then he was licking and sucking her clit with more vigor. He wiggled his tongue, the raspy texture and rougher caress drove her mindlessly closer to a third climax. She panted, and cried out his name, one hand fisting in his hair, the other digging into his shoulder.
“Oh, yes. Xan, right there. Harder.”
Xan eased out from between her legs, licking his fingers. “You taste delicious. I think I will make a meal of you morning, noon and night.”
“We will never get anything done, and we have jobs to do.” She reminded him.
“Fine, then breakfast and dinner.” He kissed her stomach, then stood and tossed his pants to the side.
He surprised her when he crawled on top of her, holding his weight off of her with his strength. “You realize once we do this you’re mine forever. Actually, you’re already mine, so there is no going back. I’m going to mark you and hope like fuck you plan to mark me.”
Breezy looked up at him. “I’m going to mark you so big nobody will be able to miss it, Xander Fucking Carmichael.”
He laughed. “Does that make you Breezy Fucking Carmichael?”
“I’ll get that tattooed on my ass for you.”


If you've read this far, you're probably wondering where the giveaway is...Well, over on my facebook I did a live for the release of Slater's Enchanting Mate. See pic below.

Although you might have missed the LIVE chat, I'm feeling like giving something away. So, if you'd like a copy of Slater's Enchanting Mate, comment here, and I'm going to give a few copies away. Good luck and Happy 4th of July, y'all.
Love you so hard,

Thursday, June 30, 2016

June Rocked for #WolvesofWillowBend

It's hotter than hell in Texas, but for one Willow Bend wolf, she has an entirely different kind of challenge facing her in the icy north...don't miss the highly anticipated installment in the Wolves of Willow Bend as we travel to one of the most secretive packs in the U.S.

Ranae is the youngest of the Buckleys and the only girl amongst three powerful male siblings. Her restlessness and dominant nature affected her every relationship within Willow Bend, not to mention testing the patience of her Alpha. Apprenticeship to the Hunters fed her desire for a purpose. When her Alpha and eldest brother ask her to undertake a mission to the Yukon territory, she’s thrilled at the opportunity to be useful. Clashing with the Alpha was the last thing she expected on the dangerous assignment.

The oldest Alpha in the U.S. packs lives a gray existence. The loss of his mate so many decades before wears away at him until he doesn’t give a damn about anything. The problems of the other packs are not his, and he prefers to be left to his isolation. The arrival of the Chief Enforcer annoys him, but it is the wolf traveling with him who wakes the predator in Diesel. The scent of mate clings to her, but she rejects his overtures and challenges him on every level.

War may be coming for the Yukon, but Diesel’s battle is very personal…

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Wednesday, June 29, 2016

AMBER'S ACE by Taryn Kincaid

AMBER'S ACE, my third Black Hills Wolves story for Decadent Publishing releases July 15, but I'm thrilled as can be that it's up for Pre-Order now!

Like the others, this one's also a stand alone read, but it's one of the opening salvos in the BHW's  brand new "Matchmaker" subseries.

The elder ladies of Los Lobos, the center of the Black Hills Wolves pack, just can't help themselves from meddling in the, ahem, affairs, of some of the fated wolves who haven't yet found each other...or those who have, but don't seem to know it!

The heroine of AMBER'S ACE is Amber Northridge, one of the twin sisters of Brick Northridge (hero of WOLF'S SONG) and Chance Northridge (hero of ANOTHER  CHANCE). She and her twin Garnet  have long been imprisoned by the evil, demented, whackadoodle former alpha of the pack. Now, with the BHW pack thriving again under the new alpha, and building up their town of Los Lobos, the sisters have been rescued! And in the midst of the rescue (the end of ANOTHER CHANCE and the beginning of AMBER'S ACE), we see Amber's attention one-track focused on a baseball game on the TV blaring in the background...

Enter the hero of AMBER'S ACE, Riley Morgan, star pitcher of the New York Kings.  A hotshot MVP, Cy Young Award winner and face of the major league club, Riley's got a hairy little secret...


Riley Morgan, the all-star ace pitcher of the world champion New York Kings, has long hid his secret from his adoring fans and the clamoring metropolitan press. But when Riley is distracted on the mound by a long-distance mate call and the sweet voice from home he couldn't possibly have heard, he suffers a freak, career-ending injury that sends him back to his South Dakota wolf pack to heal.

Stolen from her family along with her twin sister years earlier, Amber Northridge was held prisoner and abused by the crazed former alpha and his henchmen since she was a teen, managing to survive through resourcefulness and wits. Now, at long last the pack has located them and set them free.

Returned home to Los Lobos, Amber recognizes the hunky baseball player she's seen on TV as her mate, but she doubts she can be with any man after all she has suffered.

Can the romantic machinations of Los Lobos' four renowned matchmakers unite the damaged pair?



Something sloshed into the creek from the nearby falls and briefly splashed about before emerging onto an island of rock—beaver or badger out to play and test the cold spring waters, most likely. Amber jerked her head up, gazing through the filmy curtain of spray, and sucked in a sharp breath.

A man.

Not “a man.” The man. The one she’d seen on the flickering TV screen seven months ago on the day of her rescue. The man who’d fallen to the ground in centerfield, writhing in agony. The man she could not forget.
 She rubbed her ring. The amber heated and seemed to glow.

Everything inside her melted.

He seemed blissfully unaware of her, so she gaped her fill. Luna. Such a sinfully handsome naked man, droplets of water glistening like diamonds on his lickable, strokable, sun-kissed skin, his taut muscles bulging and rippling with every movement.

Tendrils of his rich, unique scent wafted across the water, curling around her, into her nose, into her brain, seeping into her body and setting a carnal fire between her legs. Goddess. He smelled delicious—as she’d known he would. She sniffed again. He smelled like summer, like hot sun and freshly mown grass, like the whisper of clean, soothing rain, bringing with it the barest hint of a dangerous thunderstorm. Like Cracker Jacks and cotton candy and roasted peanuts and salted caramel fudge at a state fair…or a baseball game. Not that she’d ever been to either. Still, she could taste him on her tongue, a feast for all her senses.



She wanted to devour him. A tremor ran through her, both excitement and fear. One thing to fantasize about the erotic delights she might share with an imaginary lover, another thing when confronted with a real, living, breathing, flesh-and-blood male. A big, clearly dominant male. When she could hardly bear to touch or be touched, when everything in her readied to flee, how had heated words like “lickable” and “strokable” entered her mind? How had she conjured images of her skimming her hungry lips in delight over his tanned skin, savoring the salty, masculine taste of him?

Amber dipped her hand in her pocket to run her fingers over the features of the small wolf Brick had given her, calling forth its protective powers. Instead, the little stone sculpture fairly buzzed, reflecting her own excitement. Warmth filled her palm. Something hummed and sang within her. She could not be imagining the sizzle of fiery energy coursing through her. Could not be imagining him. The amber ring on her finger lit with an inner fire, radiating light. Her hot blood scorched through her veins.

Her mind told her to run, to leap up and shift and bound away, to escape the solitary confines of the woods invaded by the threat of the strange man.

But her wolf struggled inside her, rebelling and whining at the notion of flight, claws abrading her skin, urging her instead to plunge into the crystal water and twine herself around the man. Amber shook her head and curled her fingers into the grass, willing the motion to ground her to solid earth.

Her wolf howled its displeasure, compelling her to at least remain where she was and watch the naked man—if she refused to run to him, to bask in his proximity and loll in his scrumptious scent. The beast scampered in a confusion of joy and frustration, sensing something nearby that would bring it endless delight and crying in hungry need when she deprived it of the satisfaction it craved.

Amber remained rooted to the spot, unable to tear her gaze from a masculine form as perfect as a sculpture, so beautiful and hunky she wanted to weep.

Well, except for the weird angles of his left hand, the fingers somewhat gnarled and twisted, and the muscles of his thinner left arm not quite as toned and bulging as those of his right.

Water slapped around the wide granite pedestal on which he stood.

As she stared, he went into a windup like the one she’d seen him perform on the TV screen so long ago. He ceased his movement before the throwing action, though, bringing his left arm back to his side with a disgusted shake of his head.Instead, he bent, gathered up a few stones, and skipped them expertly across the creek with his right hand.


His sharp gaze followed the progress of the stones, the splashes they made as they traveled to the other side.

Then he looked up and their gazes met, his eyes locking with hers, his own wintry and dazzling, a mercurial quicksilver freezing her in place like a bee in amber.

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If you haven't read WOLF'S SONG or ANOTHER CHANCE, no worries. (Although I'd love you to, of course!) You won't miss a beat with AMBER'S ACE.

Taryn Kincaid writes hot and sensual paranormal, historical romance and contemporary romance, sometimes spiced with a little humor or a lot of snark. She enjoys pinching and tickling words, and writing stories that'll sweep you away. 

Visit Taryn at her website http://tarynkincaid.com, or her blog http://dreamvoyagers.blogspot.com, as well as Twitter, Facebook, tsu, Pinterest and Goodreads.