Monday, March 18, 2019

🎉Series Send Off! #Giveaway 🎉

I'm visiting my son this weekend. You might remember he lived and worked in Whistler, British Columbia? In December he came home after his year away and is now working and living in Muskoka, Ontario. It's called our cottage country and simply beautiful. Forest, lakes, wildlife and peace. Its even more beautiful in the summer. It's a whole lot closer to visit him here than in BC!

We did some fun stuff and this morning when I looked out the window there were three deer on the lake. See picture below...yes... I know you can barely see them LOL. The deer on the bottom turned aournd and took off for the opposite shore.

I went snowshoeing and on a little hike in a sugar bush. It's approaching maple syrup time, when the sap begins to flow. The picture below is an ancient sugar shack where the sap from the trees would be boiled down into syrup, and an old truck that would transport the buckets around the bush.

I took this weekend off from writing. To clear my head. The past year and a half has been writing the Girls Weekend Away story and now that it's all done {insert tears here} I'm thinking of new projects to do.  It was great to be with him this weekend and decompress. We had s'mores by the outdoor fire.

BUT, the big send off to the series is my contest. My newsletter subscribers will be the first to find out, so if you're not on my newsletter, please sign up HERE But to tease you a little bit, the prize is kinda valuable and there will be other authors involved too :) If you want to get a head start, know that there will be a series of questions about the books that will need to be answered.

The last book in the series A MATCH MADE IN MONACO will be release in the UK/World on April 7 and in the US/Canada April 15. Preorder is available in the UK right now and in the US it will be next week.

Do you have a favourite cover? Which one?

US/Canada cover

UK/World Cover
'Full of fun, friendship and romance - a real escapist treat' Jill Shalvis on What Happens In Vegas
In a warm, funny and romantic novella in the Girls' Weekend Away series, four best friends embark on the ultimate girls' getaway filled with hijinks and a sprinkling of romance. For any fan of Bridesmaids and Sex and the City and readers of Jo Watson, Lauren Layne, Joanna Bolouri and Cate Woods.
When the cynic...
Fredi doesn't believe in love. She might be a successful bridal gown designer but that's just business. Sure, she's watched her three best girlfriends fall head over heels with the men of their dreams but she certain that's not on the cards for her. That doesn't mean that she's not interested in a fling with a handsome, charming movie star though, especially when he's assigned to be her date for best friend Bonni's wedding in Monaco.
Meets the movie star...
Zayn's used to women falling at his feet so he's utterly captivated by Fredi's quick wit and her refusal to be impressed by his smooth-talking flirtations. Their chemistry is off the charts but their connection is something new. Zayn is determined to prove to Fredi that they could have the most incredible future together.
Sparks are about to fly...
But with just a few days till the wedding, before Fredi disappears back to her own life, can Zayn convince her that she can trust him with the one thing she swore to never give anyone - her heart?
Look for the Girls' Weekend Away novels, including What Happens In Vegas, Meet Me In San Francisco and The Nashville Bet!

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Sunday, March 17, 2019

An Excerpt from Dark Desires, a New Gothic Paranormal Romance Collection!

Excerpt from Dark Desires

Savannah’s fingers traced the cool marble of the god’s muscular back and then the definition in his arm as he drew an arrow to shoot. She pictured Antoine bent over the sculpture, brows furrowed in concentration, losing sense of time as he polished each portion to perfection.
“Do you like this?” A deep voice whispering in her ear startled her.
She jumped at the sound of his voice, bumping back into his hard chest, and he caught her upper arms to steady her. Only one man in the castle spoke in that smooth French accent—the sculptor himself.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Antoine.” She fumbled taking a half step forward, away from him. “I shouldn’t have touched it.”
“No, don’t apologize.” He let go of her arms, but his warm breath tickled her ear.
He took her hand, caressing her palm, which sent tingles up her arm. Her bottom lip quivered as he brought her fingers to rest again on the marble piece. She thanked the gods he remained behind her so he couldn’t witness her nervous reaction, and she bit her lip to halt the tremors. This was not the way for a young protégée to behave in front of her benefactor. He owned the castle, created the art colony here where she was attending on a poetry scholarship—she shouldn’t go gaga simply from his touch. Which was exactly what she was doing.
“It pleases me that you appreciate my work.” Leading her fingers down the figure’s chiseled chest, he leaned in closer and added, “I liked watching you admire it.”
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Grad student, Savannah, is thrilled to be accepted into a prestigious art colony. When she meets the mysterious French sculptor, Antoine, she’s distracted by unprofessional fantasies.
Until danger arrives on the island, and choices must be made.
And the wrong decision could be fatal.
Escape into the world of the Chateau, a prestigious art colony that attracts more than artists and musicians…
One of dark secrets and shattered dreams…
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  • DARK VELVET (a vampire romance)
  • DARK MUSE (a gargoyle shifter romance)
  • DARK STRANGER (a wolf shifter romance)
Join the fans who have discovered a world unlike any other in Lisa Carlisle’s series with vampires, gargoyles, wolf shifters, and even–rock stars! 
Chalk full of fiery, forbidden romance and irresistible, misunderstood heroes, this set will captivate fans of paranormal romance and lovers of all things gothic! 

Saturday, March 16, 2019

All authors read...

This statement is obvious, right? Writers write because they love to read. Problem is, Ihaven't had any time to read. But when my most recent publisher turned out to be paying only the cover artist, and no royalties at all were paid for 3 years, then the publisher was shut down...I got majorly discouraged. And the voices in my head got tired of yelling at me, and went quiet. So quiet I thought they were gone, though I couldn't figure out where they went to, since their only existence, until I write their stories, is in my head. If my only existence required me to be noticed, I'd be noisy as hell, insisting on my right to be heard

     But then my truck decided to present me with some issues that will be very expensive to deal with. I took one day off last week, to find out what was going on, that turned into 2 days, since it was so late when I got my truck back, there were no sub jobs left for the next day. Then my mechanic told me he'd need to order some parts, and it would take 2 days to fix it. But lo and behold, this week Thursday and Friday were not enough...he needs Monday also, to allow him time to get some other necessary parts.

    So I've had a few days off, but no voices in my head, so I couldn't write. I could try to submit my formerly-published books, but I still haven't decided if I'm going to try to self-publish. Some have advocated Amazon, but I'm already there with The Reyes Family Romances, my 5 book series, since my one publisher still in existence decided to become part of Kindle Unlimited, and I'm not sure I want to give one of the world's richest men that much control over my writing...or make him richer, presuming I'd sell anything.  Others have told me of various publishers they've had luck with. But I haven't made any decisions yet, and the quiet in my head was depressing.

     What to do? I pulled out my favorite series from years ago, the Dragonriders of Pern by Anne McCaffrey. I'd only read about 4 or 5 of the books, and over the years, I'd picked others up at used books sales where my husband is always scouting for sci-fi anthologies. And damn! Can that woman write! I've been staying up way too late, and reading past the deadlines I've set for myself. And while I've been reading, I've gotten excited about fictional characters again. I have a couple of books still to go, and at this year's AAUW (American Association of University Women) used book sale, I'll look for the few titles I don't have. Or I'll get them out of the library, if I need to. But I'm determined to finish them all.

    And to my surprise, when I'm in the shower now, the voices have started encouraging me to finish the second book in my current series, and the characters in the third book want me to get started on their story. Maybe I'll send the new manuscript out to other publishers, since the ones I've already sent it to have rejected it...except for the couple who never even responded, months later. And I'll tell them the second book is almost done, and I know the story arc for the third.

    Yes, I guess writers need to read. It gets the juices flowing. And before I know it, the summer will be here, and I'll have time to write again, as well as work on the business end of being an author. And maybe soon, I'll have books to talk about here, again. Wish me luck!


Friday, March 15, 2019

New Release - Borrowed Heart

Dominic and I took our honeymoon in Germany 23 years ago, so when I decided to write this story, I used a lot of the places that he and I visited together.  They are so special to the two of us and I really wanted to bring you there as my couple noticed each other and opened themselves up to love.  


Robin, the recipient of a brand-new heart, knows he can’t give it to just anyone….

Robin’s been through his share of upsets recently, from heart transplant surgery to a brutal breakup. But his experiences have taught him life is short, and he’s ready to seize the day and start anew. A job at Euro Pride Tours is just the kind of adventure he’s looking for. He gets to see the world and live a little, but love isn’t on his radar screen. He isn’t sure his heart can endure that again.

Johan might’ve disappointed his family by striking out on his own, but when he meets Robin, he has no intention of letting him down. Each man is just what the other needs to feel whole again, and while Johan might not be the man Robin originally thought he was, he’s exactly what the doctor ordered to make Robin’s borrowed heart beat faster. As the tour through Germany progresses, they grow closer, but when Robin’s ex joins the tour, he could bring their blossoming love to a dramatic halt.

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After dinner, the group had taken a night tour of the town. Most of them had settled in a small café near the town center for coffee and dessert. Robin made sure they knew their way back to the hotel and then went back himself. He needed to try to get some sleep.

He unlocked the room and stepped in, just as Johan came out of the bathroom, a small towel around his waist that barely covered his bits and butt, leaving strong legs and sexy abs exposed to Robin’s hungry gaze. He turned away and went right to his bag, busying himself as Johan moved behind him, hopefully dressing.

“Are you going out?” Johan asked.

“No. Most of the group found a café. Billy and Kyle went off to find some nightlife.” Robin carefully sat on the cot, relieved when it didn’t collapse, though it definitely groaned. “I’m going to go over the things for tomorrow.”

Johan rolled his eyes, and Robin got up the courage to actually look up at him. Johan had pulled on a pair of jeans, but he was still bare-chested, and the temperature in the small room spiked at least ten degrees. A visual feast of golden skin, lean muscle by no means muscle-bound, and a dusting of dark hair sent Robin’s pulse racing. He turned away again, because lusting after his coworker was so damn wrong on so many levels.

Robin’s brown curls—his mom called them shaggy—fell into his eyes, and he used them as cover to look a little more. Johan walked closer to the window, his belly at perfect eye level, a dark trail slipping into his pants, leading to… well, Robin’s imagination could certainly fill in any gaps, and it did in spectacular fashion.

“Maybe I will go out,” Robin said softly. Lord knew if Johan stayed in the room, especially like that, Robin wasn’t going to be able to breathe. Robin grabbed his messenger bag and hurried to the door, almost forgetting his key, before leaving the room and hurrying down the hall to the stairs.

Outside on the cobbled street, Robin took a deep breath and slowly walked toward town. There was a small convenience-type store a few blocks away, and it would be good if he got some more water and a few snacks.


Robin gritted his teeth and turned to find Johan striding toward him.

“You didn’t have to leave the room so quickly.” He fell into step with him.

“I’m Robin, not Robbie,” he said firmly. He hated that nickname.

“Okay. You still didn’t have to leave.” Johan looked at him with his big, almost-mysterious brown eyes for long enough that Robin felt heat rising at the base of his spine. “Are you one of those prudish Americans who keeps himself covered all the time?”

“I’m not prudish,” Robin said. “I just needed some fresh air and to get a few things.” He continued on his way, doing his best to keep his attention on the way ahead and not on Johan’s hotness.

“Do you not like guys? Is that it? You work for a gay tour company.” Johan walked faster as Robin sped up. He hadn’t meant to, but his legs just kept moving more quickly. “Maybe you’re one of those people who doesn’t like to be happy or something.”

Robin came to an abrupt stop, opening his mouth to give Johan a tongue lashing, but he realized he was standing in front of the café where half his tour group sat, watching them. Well, they were watching Johan. No one ever paid that much attention to him.

Robin whirled on his heels and continued toward town. How dare Johan try to get into his head. “For your information, yes, I like guys, and I’m not a prude. Though you seem to have exhibitionist tendencies. Is what you’ve got really worth making sure everyone sees it?” He turned to Johan and cocked his eyebrow.

Johan smiled and didn’t retort, which pissed Robin off a little more and actually raised his curiosity level. Damn it all to hell. Why was he doing this to himself? They had a job to do.

Author Information 

Andrew grew up in western Michigan with a father who loved to tell stories and a mother who loved to read them. Since then he has lived throughout the country and traveled throughout the world. He has a master’s degree from the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee and works in information systems for a large corporation.

Andrew’s hobbies include collecting antiques, gardening, and leaving his dirty dishes anywhere but in the sink (particularly when writing)  He considers himself blessed with an accepting family, fantastic friends, and the world’s most supportive and loving partner. Andrew currently lives in beautiful, historic Carlisle, Pennsylvania.

Thursday, March 14, 2019

Guilty as Sin

The storm raged, lightning streaked the skies, as claps of thunder made the earth rumble. Shining Moon sought shelter in a nearby barn. He'd traveled many miles and the storm was so strong, it would not allow him to sleep. He thrust open the doors of the barn and went inside shutting them behind him. No one was about, as it was very late at night. He noted the house was dark, so no one was around.
The barn had two mules and one horse. The hay smelled a bit musty, from the dampness. He quickly found an empty stall toward the back of the barn and wrestled with the straw to make a bed. He laid his bow and arrow down, along with his blanket that he carried on his shoulder, on the hay. In a corner of the stall, he finally went to sleep with the knowledge that he would be gone before dawn.
The next morning early, the sun hadn't peaked out yet, and he heard voices and opened his eyes. It was a man and a woman. They sounded as though they were arguing.
"Stop it Earl, I don't like that." The woman said.
"You gonna stop teasing me and let me touch you." The man asked, with a low throaty voice.
"I mean it Earl, leave me alone." She shouted. "I've got work to do. I've got to get my chores done and get to the schoolhouse."
"I'm sure the kids would enjoy a day off. It's time you give me something other than a few kisses. You want me to get what I want from the whores, in town?"
"I don't care where you get it, it won't be me." She insisted. "When are you gonna start acting like a man Earl. There's more to life than drinking and carousing."
"Damn your such a cold little bitch!" he shouted. "I've had enough of this. If you won't give it to me, I'll take it! You been teasing me too long. It's pay up time."
He reached for her, she backed up and her dress ripped right down the front.
Buttons flew everywhere. She gasped unable to believe he did that.
"Look what you've done!" she pulled at her dress now, trying to keep it in place. "Stop it, Earl. I mean it!"
She looked down at her clothes and shrieked. "You and my father are friends, but I don't think even he will let you get by with this!"
"Your father will congratulate me, what are you talking about. You think he cares about you? You’re his slave and that's all you are."
"Shut up!" she yelled.
"He says if I broke you in, he might try it himself. Yeah, we had a good laugh over that one." He saw the look of disbelief on her face and laughed. "You really are an old-maid schoolteacher. You act like one, you think like one, but you sure as hell don't look like one."
Shock riveted through the barn like a wave of hysteria.
"I don't want to hear any more of your lies!"
Tears formed at the back of her throat as the bile rose.
Without thought her hand came up and landed hard on his face, the sound of skin hitting skin had Shining Moon edging toward them. The woman's voice was filled with terror and something more.
Shining Moon squatted at the edge of the stall to see them. The man was bending her over a saddle propped on a stall gate. His head was bent, and he was kissing her neck. She fought him off, with her fists. He was tall, lean and trying to control her every move. She raised a knee to kick him where it would really hurt, but he stopped her. Much shorter, with darker reddish-brown hair, she had a long-sleeved dark dress on and what looked like work boots.
"Let go of me," she shouted. "Let go of me Earl, or you'll be sorry."
"We've been courting for two years Melissa, and you ain't let me touch you yet." His voice took on a sinister sound. "You know you are my girl. I'm tired of going to the saloons for my needs. After all I need you! And today you will submit. I'm tired of playing around with you, girl. Your gonna give me what I want this time."
"Need me? Submit, never!" she shook her head. Her face was pale now, but her anger lingered, Shining Moon saw her fist her hands trying to fend him off, he saw her clench her teeth. And one hand reached to her dress pocket.
"Not until I get another kiss… Besides," he lifted his head and grinned, "Aren't you curious to how it might feel. They call you Carter's old maid on the mountain." He chuckled now. "They make fun of you all the time because you don't know nothing about men. Well, darlin' I'm about to teach you."
"No… I'm not curious. And I don't give a damn what those idiots in the saloon call me." she shouted again, obviously not put out by the title he agave her. "I've got chores to do, now go home. Why are you here so early, anyway?"
"I never left, besides, I want you Melissa, you been playing hard to get for too long." he demanded. This time he reached for the beautiful camisole. He put his hand on the top of it, trying to feel inside, but she shoved him with all her might away. Her face was flushed, and anger shot from her dark brown eyes.
Shining Moon came out from the stall now and showed himself.
Both of them gasped.
When the man she called Earl heard him, he whipped around, about to draw his gun. "I wouldn't do that." Shining Moon advised his bow and arrow at the ready.
"Who the hell are you?" Earl turned to stare at him, his hand still at her camisole.
"Let the girl go." Shining Moon insisted very slowly, his aim at Earl's heart now. "Or you will find out who I am."
"She's my girl, I'll do what I want with her, Indian. And you better clear out of here fast or I might just put a hole in you. And if you hang around, I guess you'll get an eyeful." Earl snickered. "I'm gonna be the man that had Carter's Old Maid Schoolteacher." He laughed.
When Earl seemed unaffected by Shining Moon's presence and turned around to run his hand up her skirt, that is when Shining Moon threw down his bow and arrow and physically attacked him.
Earl rebounded with shock when the Indian jumped him. They punched each other and fell to the barn floor, rolling about. Hay went everywhere. The horse stirred. Blood gushed from Earl's nose. He was unable to defend himself well as he was still under the influence of whiskey. After fighting for what seemed like an hour, the Indian produced a knife, "You will not touch her again, my friend."
Earl rolled over, and went still, his eyes shining like glass up at Melissa. Melissa saw the knife protruding from Early's gut. Blood oozed from Earl's body.
Now she stared at the Indian with pure terror in her eyes.
Earl seemed to go limp, his eyes glassy and staring.
"Is he— dead?" Melissa cried.
"Yes," the Indian stood up now.
She stared down at Earl's lifeless body. "Serves you right!" she cried.
She turned her attention to Shining Moon now, "Who are you? And what are you doing in my barn?" Her voice did not welcome his intrusion, he quickly concluded.
"My name is Shining Moon. And I must leave now."
"Leave, after what you have done? You can't!" she shrieked and glanced down at the man at her feet.
Shining Moon stared intently at the woman. "Do you want to be found in your barn with an Indian, and your dress torn?" He reasoned with such clarity.
She shook her head as though to clear it. "You don't understand! He'll blame me for this… " she cried looking at Earl again. "And I certainly didn't invite you into my barn." Her glance shot back at him quickly.
"Who will blame you?" Shining Moon looked about.
"My father, he'll come in here, see me standing over Earl and blame me. You did this! You can't just leave me with it."
"Yes, I attacked him because he was attacking you, and I fought him, and killed him. Because of you!" He told her. "Look at your clothes you were very close to being raped by this man."
Obviously, his words didn't penetrate.
"Who are you? Why are you here? Why do you speak such good English, aren't you an Indian?"
"Right now, that is unimportant."
She backed away from him.
He saw her and sent her a sexy smile, "You have nothing to fear from me. I will not harm you." His voice was lyrical.
"You’re an Indian, aren't you?"
"Yes, a peaceful one, most of the time." He remarked.
"Melissa, is that you in the barn?" her father called from outside.
"Yes father, I'll be done in a moment." She called.
"Better hurry, I'm hungry gal." he called and walked back to the house. "I gotta go to town this morning, so hurry up with the chores."
"Alright father. I'll be in shortly."
She swallowed hard. "Now what am I going to do?" Her eyes searched the barn, then looked straight at him.
Shining Moon sighed. "Help me drag him to the back of the barn, the last stall." He told her.
"What good will that do?"
"He won't discover him until I am long gone."
She helped him drag him to the stall then, Shining Moon started for the back door. But for some reason he shot her another glance.
"You can't leave me here, to face this!" she declared. "My father will assume I did this. Don't you understand English, he'll blame me!" Her voice rose to the point of hysteria.
"I cannot stay either!" he told her. "He would hang or shoot me! And he'd think I accosted you and he defended you. Which would be wrong."
He grabbed his bow and arrow and blanket and was halfway out the back door when she followed him. "Take me with you?"
Shining Moon had expected her to pitch a fit, cry hysterically, but not ask that. His mouth fell open and he stared at her.
"That I cannot do."
"Why?" she demanded. "You killed him, you got me in this mess, you have to get me out." She pleaded.
"I'm an Indian, you cannot go with me. You could not keep up with me for one thing." He insisted as though she would know this.
"I'm a woman, faced with a dead man in my barn, and a father who will beat me and probably send me to the Sheriff if he finds me alone with a dead body." She tried to keep her voice down, but he could tell she was forcing hysteria away.
"I'm sorry, Lady," he reached to stroke her face softly. "I've done all I can do for you." He smiled.
"No, I will follow you!"
"It would not be wise." He ignored her and hurried on his way, figuring even if she did follow, she wouldn't last long in the rugged terrain.
But she did follow, and not far behind either.
Finally, after they were in a wooded area, he turned and let her catch up.
"Enough, go home. If they catch me with you, they will hang me. And you will be scorned as though you were raped. I am not ready to die for something that needed doing."
"No one saw you, but me. I know what happened."
"You would let them hang me, for helping you?"
"Helping me? You call murdering him, helping me?"
"I don't have the time to argue. Come on," he grabbed her hand and pulled her along quickly. Hoping to discourage her from this stupid journey. Maybe if he drug over half the mountain, she'd give up and go home.
Hadn't the man called her an old-maid schoolteacher? Where was her mind? Teachers were supposed to be smart, he thought.
After a long silence, she asked almost hysterically, "A-are you sure he's dead?"
"Yes, he is dead. He was not a good man, I would not worry over him."
"You think I'm worried about him?" she stopped and stared. "No, I'm not. Forever more, what a mess you've put us in!" she swallowed hard, and tears came to her eyes.
Suddenly she raised her eyes to the man. "You said you came in from the storm last night. But from where?"
"Rapid City," He told her quickly. "I sold some mustangs in Rapid City."
"Is that where you came from?"
"And where were you going?"
"Down into the rocky hills, where I live."
"I came upon your farm last night late. The lights were out in the house and I saw the barn and took shelter, that is all there is to it. Can you not see the fallen trees about, the wet ground, the smell of rain?" He told her as they found the woods cluttered with fallen trees from the storm.
She decided to try another tack. "I guess I should thank you for what you done, but you would have left me to explain, and I could not explain what happened. My father cared for Earl more than he did me. I had to come with you. I have no choice. And neither do you!"
"Do you realize what choice you'll have if they catch you with a torn dress and an Indian?"
"Well of course I do. They'd hang you before you got two words out. And they'd shame me for allowing you to take me. I suppose that does make sense, too. But I cannot go back. I will take my chances with you!"
"There's just one little thing you forget, I did not invite you to follow me." He smirked.
"I didn't invite you into my barn either!" She raised her voice with sarcasm.
"There is no time for this argument."
"Fine, then I will go with you."
He sighed and shook his head. "Then keep up and shut up." Shining Moon's frustration made his anger flare. He should never agree to this situation, but he didn't have the time to stand there and argue with her.
What a mess!
She stopped and didn't move. "You are as ill tempered as they were, perhaps I shouldn’t follow you after all."
"Suit yourself, lady," he turned loose of her hand and ignored her self-righteous ramblings. He had no time to worry over her. White women were game players and she seemed no different.
She stood there watching him traipse across the countryside with such ease. Then with a loud huff, she followed him.
When he finally stopped to rest, she was giving out. And she did not join him, she kept a good hundred yards behind him.
He came up to her now, "So you follow?" He asked seeing the distress on her face. His glance slid over her with indifference.
"You don't understand," she finally let the tears flow down her cheek. "My father will blame me, he will come after me. And the consequences would be bad, if not worse than just staying there and telling him the truth. But you are the only one that knows what really happened. I cannot let you go, either you come home with me and explain it to my father, or I will go with you."
"And do you really think he'd believe me?" He looked astounded at her reasoning. "Even if he did believe it, he would hang me for killing his friend. And then think I was the one to rip your dress."
Shining Moon saw something strange in her expression.
"You are afraid of this father?" He muttered, as though it just dawned on him what her problem was.
"Of course, I am. Look at my dress. And then there's Earl."
"Earl was a bad man. Once you tell him what he was trying to do. The proof is in your clothes, look at you!" he told her.
She shook her head, "I can't expect you to understand my plight." She wailed. "You don't know!"
He glanced at her now, "Why, because I'm an Indian? Is that the reason you don't think I can understand?" His arrogance asserted itself.
She looked at him with a sense of terror in her eyes. "I'm doomed no matter what I do!" She looked at him now strangely, "You don't know me either! I guess I can't under the circumstances expect you to help me." her voice wailed miserably.
"I know this man you called Earl was attacking you, you didn't want him to, and now he is dead. That much I know. I thought it would help. That is all I need to know. If you are sorry, he is dead, I suggest you go home and mourn him."
"I am not sorry about Earl!" she shouted. "I'm sorry my father will not understand it. I'm sorry I came out here. I'm sorry I'm alive!" she cried, turning away from him.
She was exasperated and scared to death, he noted. Her limbs were shaking, tears were in her eyes. He sighed and turned her around to look her in the face. "Lady, never be sorry you are alive! The Creator has deemed it so. Be thankful."
"The Creator?" she twisted her head. "You mean God?"
"Yes, that is what you call him, I believe."
"Y-you believe in God?" she asked.
"Don't you?" he questioned.
"Of course, I do."
"Then we have something in common." He smiled and gave her some jerky.
"Thank you." She took it and chewed it. It was as though she didn't realize she was eating, just going through the motions.
"What am I going to do with you?" He shook his head.
"Do with me?" she asked, her brow going up. "I can do anything you can do."
He rolled his eyes as though he couldn’t' quite believe her. "Even you should know you cannot traipse around the countryside with an Indian. And especially looking like you do now!" He told her, as though she should have known it all along.
"Right now, the way I look is beside the point. Escaping is the point. I have no choice, any longer. You know, first hand, what happened in that barn. You and I are the only ones that know. If I lose you, I lose a witness to my innocence. Did you not think I thought of killing him myself?" She moaned.
"Killing him yourself?" He turned away with exasperation. "Then why didn't you?" He asked staring.
"Because," she hiccuped. "My life is hard enough without having to go to jail."
"Aw… now I begin to understand. But do you honestly believe they would believe me? I am the innocent one. All I wanted was to get out of the storm. Had you not raised your voice, and sounded so desperate, I would never have killed him."
She glanced at him, all of him, in his leather breech cloth and long leggings. He wore no shirt, and only a group of feathers dangled from his hair, he wore an attractive necklace around his neck that fascinated her.
The sun had come out and was already heating up the earth, a light sweat peppered her skin. Shining Moon took her all in too.
She grit her teeth, "You're all I have to tell the truth.  I'm a teacher, well respected in my community, but after this… I will have no future. My father will see to that. My life is doomed."
He thought about it a moment. "I suppose, you are right, at least about that. It would be a scandal to be caught in the woods, with your torn dress and me, an Indian. It would be a scandal for your father to find you in the barn with a dead man. But you think nothing of the fact that I killed a man for your sake, do you?"

Wednesday, March 13, 2019

Steamy Sports Romance | Giveaway | ARC Opportunity

Sports romances have always been my jam--whether its reading or writing them, I cannot get enough. Take a Chance on Me is a steamy, friends-to-lovers sports romance that all stemmed from a hike I took in Phoenix. It was a couple years ago, but I was hiking with some family and saw a couple. They could've been close friends, or together, but they were both super in shape, beautiful, and seemed to move together. He would keep a hand on her during the harder parts, and she'd laugh and joke around with him. Were they best friends? Childhood friends? Married? Just gotten together?  I couldn't stop thinking about it. My first draft of this story actually had the two main characters hiking and encountering a rattlesnake (I live in Arizona, that can actually happen) and being goofy, lifelong friends who laughed when one fell down. The idea got scratched but the concept of Kate and Brody officially began.

That's how Kate and Brody came to be: two friends who grew up together, knew everything about each other (the good and the bad), and were stuck living together for three months. They both had their own issues that prevented them from ever ruining their friendship. That meant never crossing "that line." But one drunken game of strip poker, long, hot summer nights, and a lifetime of chemistry brewing, Brody has to convince Kate to give him a chance. He's a hotshot new NFL recruit and a notorious player, while she's a relationship-type girl fighting for a chance at her dream job. The chances are slim and it'll be hard, but a lifetime of love should be worth it.

Read an excerpt from their first night living together: 


I knew what a therapist would tell me—that I used sex and exercise as a way to cope with something I would never get over. I already knew that. I didn’t need to waste time going to talk to somebody about my issues. Not when the women were willing and more into it than I was. I wasn’t a goddamn idiot. I knew why women slept with me, and I didn’t care. If they wanted to say they’d slept with me before I made it big, then sign me up. It was easier than thinking... No. I preferred not to think about the past. Honestly, I preferred not having feelings. And most days, I didn’t.

My life had two purposes: protecting my mom and Kate, and football. Everything else was just details.

I showered and felt an inkling of regret when I found Kate setting up her room without her normal energy. She’d always been one of those annoyingly happy people. She smiled too big, too often. And she was a ray of sunshine. And that sunshine was dimmed. Because of my issues.

I was more of a storm cloud, and I owed her an apology. I knocked on the door frame, getting her attention. “Hey, can I come in?”

“Would you like a tour?” She pointed to the closet with her middle finger. Subtle, Kate. Real subtle. “This is the closet. I hung up my five outfits. This is my bed.”

I couldn’t help myself. I laughed. “Looks nice.”

“Shut up, Grody.” She blasted the music louder, some pop band I’d heard on the radio. She went about emptying her suitcase and eyed me. “Can I help you...or you just going to stand there like a creeper?”

“I came to apologize.” I squeezed the back of my neck. Finding it hard to say sorry was in my blood. I didn’t think I had ever heard my mom use those words in my life. Kate didn’t help the situation. Her mouth fell open, and her pale-blue eyes widened as she dropped everything in her hand.

“Color me shocked. You have my full attention.” She perched on the edge of the bed, the trace of a smile on her lips. The little shit’s enjoying this.

“I shouldn’t have been a dick about Brenden. I still can’t talk about it.” I joined her on the bed, and she put a hand on my shoulder. Her tiny hand barely registered when she squeezed me, but the thought was nice. “Would be real shitty of me to have our first night as roomies fighting.”

“We aren’t fighting. I don’t think it’s healthy you can’t talk about somebody we both loved. But I won’t push it.”

“So, we’re good?” I gave her a hopeful smile.

“Yes, Brody. I’m not going to throw away sixteen years of friendship over a small, albeit real, case of you being an asshole.” She patted my shoulder one more time and stood. “Now, get out. I need to shower the plane off me.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I headed toward the living room. It had a small desk where I spent zero time. Maybe Kate would use it. Itching to head to Natalie’s, I busied myself with work-out plans.

Four hours a day. Stretching and yoga. Core and muscle building. I loved the hell out of working out, but it worried me. Could I handle it? The fear of not making the fifty-three-man roster in August terrified me. I didn’t know what happened after. I never thought about it. My agent gave me two things to work on this summer before training.

Work out as much as you can to build stamina. The training camp broke some of the strongest men.
Befriend the players when working out. It’d shocked me when he’d said it was like any other job. That who I knew and got along with played a role. It was easier to cut a draft pick if they were a party of one. It was a hell of a lot more difficult when they had a team around them, a bond.

I had gone to the gym almost every day since being drafted in late April, but I had yet to meet any of the veterans. I had to try harder. It was already June. Lost as I was in thoughts of how to be more goddamn friendly, Kate’s voice broke my focus.

“Grody, sorry to be a pain. But do you have food here, or should I go pick up something?”

I lifted my head from my half-assed notes and pointed at her Cubs shirt. “Wrong team, blondie. How you going to convince your new place of work you’re a fan?”

“I am a fan of baseball. I appreciate the beauty and romance of the sport. I also realized I have zero Diablos shirts. It’s on my list to buy some tomorrow.”

“Good call.” I stretched. “I think I have some food. I can cook us some dinner?”

“Yes!” She did a weird-ass victory dance. “I totally forgot you could cook. I just got a hell of a lot more excited about living here.”

“Yeah...we all know what happens when you get in front of a stove. I’m surprised you’re not the size of a balloon. All you eat is takeout.” I tugged the end of her hair when I walked by her. She smacked my hand away.

“Rude. And true.” She followed me and perched at the high-top table I’d recently purchased. I didn’t give two shits about furniture, but it did tie the kitchen together. “I run a lot.”

“Be careful if you go in the heat. Bring water and let me know before you leave.” I raised my voice. “I’m not being overbearing. People underestimate the heat—”

“Brody, I grew up here.”

“And you’ve lived away for a while.”

She sighed, but her blue eyes crinkled at the sides.

I cooked us a simple protein-filled dinner and fought a laugh the entire time we ate. She shoveled food into her mouth, groaning into the seasoned chicken breast. She’d been known as “the disposal” growing up, with how she devoured food, and it fit. She caught me staring at her and raised an eyebrow. “You eat with so much enthusiasm.”

“That was the nicest way to say I don’t eat like a lady.” She smiled, a little food on her mouth. “I haven’t had a home-cooked meal in ages. Forgive me for forgoing manners. Oh, and I’ve seen you lick someone else’s toothbrush as a prank.”

“Shit.” I let out a ragged laugh. “Eddy, right?”

“Yup. He deserved it, but you can’t make fun of me for ‘eating with enthusiasm’ when you’ve done weirder things.” She took another bite, crossing her eyes.

“Fair enough.” I slid the key I had for her across the table. She nodded at me but otherwise gave it no attention, food her only priority. I ate in record time. Family dinners growing up had been on the go between sporting events—I’d learned to eat a full meal in ten minutes. “You’re on clean-up duty.”
“I figured as much.” She leaned back and patted her stomach. “Best part about this is you only eat healthy shit. My body and I thank you.”

I shrugged one shoulder. “Glad to help. I have some work to do before I head out later. You need anything?”

“Nope. I have a ton of shit to do too. Thanks for dinner.” She smiled, the warmth in her eyes coming from years of comfort between us.

I spent the rest of the night emailing my agent and learning the names of the other guys on the team. It was the first step. At twenty minutes to nine, I couldn’t wait to release the tension that had built up all day. Kate remained at the desk, notes and pens and papers all around her.

“I’m heading out. You good here?”

“Oh, I’m good. You go enjoy yourself.” She shuffled some of those papers. “Use protection, my friend.”

“I might be going to get ice cream. You don’t know,” I stupidly replied. She wasn’t an idiot; I cringed.

“You’ll get cream all right, that’s for sure.”

I burst out laughing.
Same old Kate. Same old humor. “Bye, KZ.”

“Don’t wake me up when you stumble back with your walk of shame.”

I chuckled, locking the door behind me. She was always so damn chill about my hookups. This could end up being a hell of a summer. I just wished my dates were as easy to hang out with as Kate. 

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The blurb:

Pretending to date your best friend is always a good idea…right? Wrong.

Greta Aske has a lot on her mind, and a string of bad dates has her giving up on men, at least for the time being. Her life contains a little too much drama, meaning she needs a break and to save money and get good grades. The perfect solution presents itself—pretend to date the campus playboy. That’ll keep the guys away for sure.

Aaron Hill is desperate to save his baseball career because, with his dad fighting cancer, he damn well knows he can’t ask for a single penny from his parents. Baseball is his past, present and future, so when a scandal threatens his chance in the MLB, he turns to his best friend for help. A fake relationship will keep him out of trouble. It’s perfect, really. Greta’s taking a break from dating and Aaron needs to focus on training.

Nothing could go wrong…as long as neither falls for the other. But when lines are crossed, what’s real and fake blurs and the two are forced to face their fears. Could Greta be the game changer Aaron needs?

Tuesday, March 12, 2019

When it comes to bad boys, this cop wrote the book - Ready for Trouble - Men in Uniform Anthology #TinaDonahueBooks #ReadyforTrouble #EroticRomance #AlphaHeroes

If you like sexy alpha heroes who know what they want and go after it, then you're going to love the Men in Uniform anthology.

These great stories are inside:

Ready for Trouble by Tina Donahue: Jake loves his job as a cop and loves the steamy Florida women more—as long as they’re into casual. And that means hands off his boss’s sister... 

Along Came a Spider by New York Times Bestselling Author Delilah Devlin: All Spider Longren wants is time alone to recharge after a grueling mission, but what he gets is caught in the double crossfire of passion and danger.

Coming in Hot by USA Today Bestselling Author Kate Meader: Firefighter Tyler has one problem. He’s still got his V-card. And he wants his best friend Evie to help him lose it, only she has no idea he’s wanted her for years. Time to make his move.

Precious Cargo by USA Today Bestselling Author Nicole Morgan: With a hit out on Alena’s life, U.S. Marine Brandon is faced with protecting her while completing his mission… And keeping his hands off her is the hardest task of all. 

View from the Top by USA Today Bestselling Author Carmen Falcone: Retired Air Force pilot Mack always desired Jenny but couldn't act on it because she'd been too young. Now, years later, he's ready to show her they’d make a great couple—in and out of the bedroom. 

Two for the Road by Bisou deVie: One city girl from LA. One sexy Greek paramedic from Canada. One road trip. What could go wrong? 

Call Me Crazy by Rebecca Royce: Faith keeps calling Sheriff Wyatt about something odd she keeps seeing in her yard… But all he sees is one sexy woman he wants for a night of hot passion. 

The Navy Seal’s Secret Baby by Kat Baxter: A hot NAVY Seal, an awkward teacher, and a weekend of hot sex. It was supposed to be temporary, but a baby changes everything...

Always Ready by Kimberly Nee: In town for a few days from his job in the Coast Guard, Steve helps Lauren live out her sexual fantasy. But it’s the staying together part that’s challenging... 

Ready for Trouble

Tall, dark, and deliciously virile, Jake loves his job, steamy Florida nights, and especially the ladies as long as they’re into casual fun. No strings, regrets, or restrictions during carnal play.

Then along comes Krista.

Talk about being blindsided when she shows up to fix a plumbing problem. Her lush curves make his mouth water, her smoldering gaze turns his brain to mush, and her wicked personality has him craving more.

She’s as hungry for him, even if there is a problem. Her too-protective older brother is Jake’s superior on the force and doesn’t like players lusting after his little sister. That could be career suicide for Jake.

He still craves her in his arms, while she’s hopelessly drawn to him, both willing to tempt fate.

During their sensuous days and wanton nights they’re ready for trouble no matter where it leads.


Steeled against his intolerable lust, he kept relatively chase and thumbed her nipple. “Yeah, I’m wearing my gun. It’s regulation. I have to.”

She eased back, her eyes wide. “Show me.”

“Out here?”

Her brow furrowed. “Why not? Where exactly did you put it? Wait.” She leaned close. “Are you packing more than the usual heat between your legs?”

He laughed quietly. Damn, you’re something. Rarely had a woman made him feel so comfortable being himself. “What do you think?”

“Where is it?”

His black dress shirt hung outside his equally black jeans, effectively concealing his service revolver. He lifted the shirt tail to reveal his gun holstered on the waistband.

“Whoa.” She stroked the handle. “You are a badass.”

Not as much as he wanted to be. “You have no idea.”

“No?” Expectation glittered in her eyes. Her breathing grew shallow. “Show me.”

He cupped her neck and drew her close, thigh to thigh, then drank her in, not rushing, enjoying the intimacy.

She softened. Fuck, she yielded, her lips parting on a faint sigh.

He liked knowing she desired him as much as he did her. For some reason, he seemed to have waited a lifetime to get to this point: the velvety night surrounding them, their scents and heat mingling, their mouths inching closer.

Jake honestly yearned for her tonight and possibly tomorrow. The endless, unknowing future wasn’t something he wanted to think about. This moment was enough.

He angled his mouth over hers and eased his tongue inside, fitting against her perfectly. His pulse sprinted and the world slowed down then faded away. Only he and she existed.

On a wanting moan, she wreathed her arms around his shoulders and suckled his tongue deeper, encouraging him to fill her as much as he could.

No way would he do anything less.

Once he’d cupped her lavish ass, he pulled her into him, cock to cunt, precisely as they should be.

A pleased whimper followed her moan. She wrapped her leg around his then pushed his tongue from her mouth and filled his instead. Their kiss grew savage, deep and wild. They touched each other every-fucking-where they could, her exploring his hard planes, him luxuriating in her lush curves.

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