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Friday, April 20, 2018

First look at: Radio Sass

Good Morning everyone!

I thought I would share with you Radio Sass' cover and give you a sneak peek. Also, while I am here. Michele and I are going through a little transition. We have regained the rights to our Apache County Shifters series and we will be relaunching the books soon. Until then, you will find Kalkin is off the shelves, but don't fret, it will be back. As soon as we have a concrete date, I will let you know!

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Blurb: 

Natasha Nemescu is ready to start a new chapter of her life—even if it is a couple years later than she intended. As a new student at Turnskin University, she looked forward to her classes and a chance to join the new Co-ed Greek house she’d learned so much about while trying to find the right college for her.
However, when she arrives nothing goes according to the plans she’s made. Her classes are at night. She’s getting weird looks from the rest of the students and everyone is calling her “your highness.” 
Natasha isn’t royalty—she’d know if she was.

Yet, three men are about to rock her word, and prove to her, there is royal blood in her system. Whoever said college would be the best years of her life, obviously never met Natasha Nemescu before. 

Excerpt:

“Natasha Nemescu,” Natasha said, stepping up to the table situated in the middle of Turnskin University’s quad. She’d been waiting for this since she found out the college took humans, almost two years ago. “Freshman.”
The dark hair girl glanced up at her, then searched through the organized packet resting in a brown storage box. “Nemescu, you say?” She arched a brow while she continued to delve through the folders. She didn’t seem to overtly nice, but then again, Natasha didn’t know her and she didn’t know Natasha. 
You’re not in Blue Creek anymore… No, she wasn’t. She had to remember things were different here. She had to make new friends. She’d grown up in a community of shifters and vampires. Neither, even as a human, bothered her. They were her friends and neighbors. Her teachers and customers when she worked with her mom, in their antique store.
In all actuality, she wished her friend Sadie had come with her. They’d been inseparable since they first met in Kindergarten and when Natasha decided to go to college away from home, she’d tried to convince Sadie to come with her. In the end, Sadie stayed back in Blue Creek with her parents. The shy ocelot hadn’t been comfortable leaving home.
I wish you were here.
“Oh, here we go,” the girl said grabbing her file. “Since you’ve pre-applied for our new Co-Ed house, your registration form in in your packet along with your class schedule, maps and other pertinent information.” 
Natasha accepted the envelope and opened it. As she looked through it, she frowned. “I’m sorry…night classes? I kind of wanted day time.”
The girl tilted her head then shrugged. “Well, sorry.”
“Yeah, sure.” Natasha stuffed everything into the folder then shoved it back into the packet. She turned from the table. Oh well, what do you expect? You’re the newbie. Not top man on the totem pole.
True. At least with her here now, she’d take the classes given to her, then in spring, she’d sign up for the ones she really wants… during the day. As she started away from the table, the murmurs of those around her grew more intense, while stray glances were thrown her way. 
“Nemescu…” one said.
“What did she say? Nemescu?” A girl gave her a side eyed glance.
“No way,” another whispered.
The uncomfortable sensation of being ogled slid down her spine and settled in the pit of her stomach. Natasha pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear and quickened her pace. She didn’t understand why they were so consumed by her name, or why some of them sounded as though they were in awe of her existence. In fact, truth be told, she was more of a Niven—her step-father’s last name. She couldn’t remember a time Liam hadn’t been there for her. And, when her mom gave birth to her brothers, Liam actually made it a point to make sure she understood she belonged.

Thursday, April 19, 2018

Exclusive Sneak Peek ~ His Wicked Love



Coming May 8th, an all new Cuffs & Spurs Novel, His Wicked Love!! Here's your chance for a sneak peek that you won't want to miss!

Excerpt from His Wicked Love


“What the hell was that place, anyway?” she snapped as they rounded a corner to the parking lot where her car was parked. The club had piqued her interest, more than she wanted to admit. Then again, it wasn’t every day that she found herself in a club with people having sex out in the open. After all, if there were a herd of giraffes stampeding down the main drag, she’d watch the spectacle.
Granted, the spectacle in the club had turned her on.
“It’s a private club,” Mason said after a minute, like he had carefully chosen his words and considered whether he was going to tell her or not.
At her car, she turned toward him and gave him a well, duh expression, then said, “I got that with your caveman skills back there. What I want to know is what type of club it is exactly?” 
She stared, an eyebrow raised, in a defiant stance with her hands on her hips. She wasn’t leaving until he answered the question. No more dodging from Mister Surly.
“It doesn’t concern you,” he responded, tension riddling his big, hunky body. A body she had imagined naked on more than one occasion.
She snorted and rolled her eyes at him. Did the man think she was missing half a brain? She retorted, “Yes, it does. If I’m going to be kicked out of someplace where people are having weird sex, I’d like to know why, Mason. Are y’all doing something illegal down there? Why was that woman restrained on the bull, or the one on the cross?”
Her words echoed in the parking lot. It was empty. But Mason’s face hardened, his eyes narrowed, and he closed the distance. “Shush. It’s private for a reason. As in: we don’t parade our preferences or what happens in the club around town.”
“So you are doing something illegal down there?”
Mason shook his head in the negative, consternation stamped across his face, and replied, “It’s a BDSM club. Where those in the lifestyle are safe to practice their sexual tastes without censure.”
“And you and your brother are members? Which makes you a what?”
“Yes, we are. Not that it is any of your business, but I’m a Master or a Dominant, if you don’t know the terminology,” he said. His gaze zeroed in on her response like a heat seeking missile guidance system.
Emily didn’t so much as bat an eye, even as her blood heated. He made sense to her now. He hadn’t before. With regards to his vaulted control when they were in each other’s vicinity and how held himself back, it wasn’t that he didn’t want her, but that he was rejecting his desire for her and controlling himself. She didn’t know whether she should be offended or aroused. Who was she kidding? The idea of him being all controlling in the bedroom made her blood sing. She cleared her suddenly dry throat and asked, “So you like tying up women?”
Mason approached and took a step forward, placing his hands on her car. His large frame boxed her in against her vehicle. Liquid pulls of heat rushed through her system, her pulse thumped madly, and her nipples hardened into taut peaks at his nearness. Shadows played over his face as he stared down at her. Her gaze drifted to his mouth as he said, “That’s not all, but some. I really like disciplining mouthy subs who can’t take directions.”
Was that what he was comparing her to? Emily should tell him to go to hell. Should shove him away and escape. He was her boss. He could crush her dreams of running her own restaurant into dust before they even had a chance to take root.
The air between them was hot enough to melt the Arctic tundra. Those liquid pulls of desire had manifested into a raging firestorm. Tossing her common sense into the gutter, Emily gripped the lapels of his shirt and, instead of retreating, drew her body up to his height and dared, “Is that what you were doing back there? Disciplining me?”
Her mouth was an inch from his. Their bodies were aligned from shoulders to hips. Going on instinct before he could form a response, allowing the desire only he seemed to ignite within her to guide her actions, she pressed her lips to his. Brushing his mouth with hers, she moaned deep in her throat. His stubble rasped against her lips. Spirals of heat lanced through her system.
Shock riddled Mason’s form and he stood, frozen momentarily, before he crushed her within his arms. He surrounded her with his big body. Need exploded in all-consuming waves. Mason plastered his length against her. Her back was pressed against her car. Her hands slid around his neck, holding him in place. Emily couldn’t get enough of his mouth. The man kissed like he did everything else, with a ‘take no prisoners’ type of attitude.
It was devastating. Emily had never been kissed so thoroughly, so greedily. She wondered if she would erupt into flames.
Mason devoured her tiny mewls. She surrendered to the rising heat, plastering herself against his hard body. He slanted his mouth over hers, changed the angle of their kiss, and took it deeper. So much deeper. His tongue thrust inside to duel with hers.
She moaned.
Tongue, and lips, and teeth. It was hard and brutal. It was possessive and dominant. It was the most intimate, carnal, wicked kiss of her existence.

His Wicked Love ~ A Cuffs & Spurs Novel


Mason Stewart is in a pickle. He and his brother are the co-owners of the Black Elkhorn Lodge and Resort. Their dream stands at the precipice of utter ruin because their previous chef embezzled every last dime of savings they had for the lodge. In a last ditch effort to save his business from the brink of annihilation, Mason hires a new chef for their restaurant; sight unseen.

Nothing can prepare him for Emily, the red-haired siren who waltzes into his resort, carting a set of chef knives and demanding to see her new kitchen. She challenges his authority. She inflames his every wicked desire. She is everything he has ever wanted. And he can’t touch her. He’s her boss. And it would be wrong to give in to the incendiary heat between them… wouldn’t it?

Available Now for Pre-Order & releasing May 8th!!





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.



Don’t miss these exciting titles by Anya Summers!


Cuffs & Spurs Series
His Untamed Love releasing July 9, 2018
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