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Monday, January 6, 2025

And Now For Something a Little Different! #romancebooks #musthaves

 

And Now For Something a Little Different

Christmas is over and maybe you received a bunch of books that you have on a pile to be read. One can dream, right? But what if you didn't get anything like that? What if you are looking for a must have book? What if you are burned out by the run of the mill romance? I've got the perfect solution for you!

Buy a book with a twist! I'm sharing with you a few books that feature more than one genre inside. These are books which feature recipes along with romance, advice, or poetry. They are something perfect for the hard to buy for person!

A Buckeye Falls Christmas

While the holiday is over, you might be still feeling the vibe. A Buckeye Falls Christmas is part romance and part recipe book. Author Libby Kay has always written stories which feature amazing dishes that has readers' stomachs gurgling. In a Buckeye Falls Christmas, she shares some of those delights with readers. The recipes are the yummiest creations will be a hit at any party, from summer BBQ to holiday happening. Bonus for readers... she wraps up her Buckeye Falls series with a future look at her couples and families from her best-selling books. It's a win-win!

Blurb:

On the first day of Christmas, Buckeye Falls gave to me…

A snow storm…

Uninvited dinner guests…

A Christmas pageant…

And a friends’ reunion dinner to warm your heart.

 

It’s been ten years since five couples found love in this charming small Ohio town. Families and careers have grown, but the love remains the same.

 

Max is hosting Christmas at the diner, a final sendoff before the beloved hangout gets a facelift. But the risk of a snow storm and a few uninvited guests threaten everyone’s plans. Will it be a Christmas to remember, or will their holiday get plowed away?

 

Revisit your favorite couples in this holiday novella, which includes favorite recipes from the series. Warning: this story will make you hungry and may cause uncontrollable swoons.

BUY LINKS:

AMAZON- https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DJWGVH12

KOBO- https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/a-buckeye-falls-christmas

BN- https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/a-buckeye-falls-christmas-libby-kay/1146409657

APPLE- https://books.apple.com/us/book/a-buckeye-falls-christmas/id6736843215


 

Inkspell Holiday Delights: Fathers, Recipes, and Romance

The holiday anthology, Inkspell Holiday Delights, features recipes but also some short tales about how fathers have supported the authors. These eight Inkspell authors hold nothing back when dishing about their dads. They talk about the moment their dad inspired them or how their father was there for them and follow up with one of their dad's favorite dish. These recipes have the big guy's seal of approval. It's a perfect way to say Thank You to the man in your life!

Blurb:

Dads are known by many names, but they are an important part of our lives. They can be the fathers we are born to or the ones we have chosen. No matter what kind of father they are… there’s a story and a recipe that is sure to bring back memories of a special time.

The Inkspell Authors are sharing their stories of these important people and the food that they love. This book is sure to be your new favorite go to during the holidays. It features delicious treats and showcases the authors’ engaging books. Featuring stories by Libby Kay, Liz Ashlee, Laurel Houck, Mark Love, Tammy Mannersly, Jennifer Raines, Annie Grace Roberts, and Isobel Reed.

Don’t miss your chance to share the love with your own father this holiday season. After all, they are the hardest to shop for and who needs another tie? ðŸ˜‰

BUY LINKS:

AMAZON- https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CL1H1NPZ

KOBO- https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/inkspell-holiday-delights-1

BN- https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/book/1144218774

APPLE- https://books.apple.com/us/book/inkspell-holiday-delights-fathers-recipes-and-romance/id6469423565

Musings of a Madcap Mind

With unique takes on life, Musings of a Madcap Mind delves into the pieces of life that resonate with the author. I've taken to combining poetry, essays, and recipes into a book that is filled with heart. From the recipe featured in most of my Wilder Sisters Series to a letter to my father on what made me the person I am, this book is sure to have something for everyone inside. 

Blurb:

One woman’s musings become another woman’s courage…

What do you see when you look in the mirror? Do you worry about the person you’ve become? Sitting down at the computer, Melissa spent many hours reflecting on her life, family, and relationships. These musings, recipes, and poems tell the tale of one woman's changing thoughts and feelings about life.

Come along with her as she explores her reflections, using her words which mirror her changes.

 

BUY LINKS:

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0134PH9J2?*Version*=1&*entries*=0

B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/musings-of-a-madcap-mind-melissa-keir/1122432357?ean=2940151145565

Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/musings-of-a-madcap-mind


I hope your holiday was wonderful and filled with delight. I also hope found just what you were looking for today... or maybe a new favorite book. Until next time!

Keep Writing, 


Melissa Keir

Sunday, January 5, 2025

One Last New Year's Treat

 

We may have come to the end of the holiday season, but there’s always time for a holiday-themed rom-com. One of my contributions to Extasy Books annual series of Stocking Stuffers, “Cupid Says Happy New Year,” is a sequel to one I previously released, titled “Santa Slept Here.” As with all my series titles, they don’t need to be read in order.



“Scott Burke and Lisa Berger were high school sweetheart wannabes once upon a time, but that was fifteen years ago. Sparks were rekindled when Lisa found herself stranded in Scott’s home base on Christmas Eve, and they realized that they never should have parted. Now it’s a week later, and they’ve made plans to spend New Year’s Eve together. Will the two lovers keep the flames burning, or will Lisa decide to return to her lucrative job in another state once the glow of the New Year begins to fade? Can Scott bring himself to make the ultimate commitment, or will he stand aside and lose her a second time?”

 

When I conceived the first installment, the premise I started with was the newly-single guy who was not looking forward to spending his first post-divorce Christmas alone. After work on Christmas Eve, he stops at a favorite bistro for take-out and runs into his former high school sweetheart, whose car had broken down on her way to their old hometown. One thing leads to another and she agrees to stay at his place until her car can be repaired. Your imagination can fill in the rest.

 

After I finished it, I knew it cried out for a sequel. I had used a happy-for-now ending, and I asked myself “What happens next?” Hence, here we are, a week later, on New Year’s Eve. Both stories are lightweight romances with some erotic scenes and laughs. The stories bring to mind the lighthearted holiday movies that saturate Ion and Lifetime this time of year, but with a lot more spice. Here’s an excerpt from “Cupid Says Happy New Year”:

 

Scott slid out of bed and refilled their glasses. He handed Lisa hers, then joined her under the covers. They rested against the headboard and toasted each other. Lisa snuggled closer and rested her head on his shoulder.

 

“This is nice,” she said. “It’s fun cuddling with you. I think I could get used to this, Scotty.”

 

“Do you know that you’re one of the only people I let get away with calling me that?”

 

“Who else?”

 

“My grandmother, but I let it go because she thinks I’m still eight years old.” 

 

Lisa laughed with him. “I say that as a term of affection.”

 

“In that case, I don’t mind.” 

  

Scott enjoyed Lisa’s warm, soft body next to his. She placed her hand on his chest and lightly traced a pattern with her French-manicured nails, causing a slight tickling sensation. He ran his palm along her upper arm and inhaled her scent.

 

“I love that perfume you’re wearing,” he commented. “What is it?”

 

“Allure.”

 

“It fits.”

 

“Thank you.” She hesitated. “Can I tell you something?”

 

“Go for it.”

 

“Last week, when we lay together like this, I felt something I hadn’t experienced in a long time.”

 

Scott took a sip from his glass. “What was that?”

 

“It was the way you held me, and talked to me, like you’re doing now. You made me feel really close to you, like you didn’t want to let me go.”

 

“You didn’t like it?”

 

“No, I liked it a lot. I just hadn’t felt it recently.”

 

Scott thought for a few moments, dredging up memories of his failed marriage while wondering how much he wanted to share. “Since we’re being honest, it had been a while since I felt a deep connection with anyone like I did with you. The last year or so of my marriage wasn’t the best of times, and sex was more biological necessity than I-want-to-hold-you-forever. Make sense?”

 

Lisa took a drink of wine. “Actually, it does, now that you put it that way.”

 

“Similar experience in your failed relationship with the guy you were telling me about?”

 

“Pretty much, but I never thought of it that way. He was such a control freak that I felt like I was just spreading my legs so he could get off while fantasizing about the cute ass of the new secretary he’d just hired.” She paused. “The last few months we were together, I felt like he was making love to someone else.”

 

Scott gave her a soft kiss, letting his lips linger against hers for a few moments. He placed his palm on her cheek and peered into her eyes.

 

“I think that’s the difference. When we reconnected and talked about how we’d always had feelings for each other but never did anything about them, that made me realize how much I’ve always loved you. I guess that’s what you were feeling last week.”

 

Lisa ran her fingers along his cheek. “You mean it wasn’t just because we finally made it into bed and lived out a few dormant high school fantasies?”

 

Scott chuckled. “Trust me, it was a lot more than just that. What we did last week wouldn’t have meant nearly as much then as it did now.”

 

“It sounds like we’ve both grown up.” 

 

 

“Cupid Says Happy New Year” and the prequel, “Santa Slept Here,” are both available at Amazon Kindle. Just the things to curl up with on cold wintry nights!

 

"Cupid Says Happy New Year" -- Amazon


"Santa Slept Here" -- Amazon

 

Tim Smith is an award-winning, bestselling author of romantic mystery/thrillers and contemporary erotic romance. His author page is Tim Smith, AllAuthor   

 

#HolidayRomance #StockingStuffer #EroticRomance  

 

Saturday, January 4, 2025

How Divination Cards Can Improve Your Writing


Image by Melissa G from Pixabay

The Story Of Johanneke and Bóinn Cəfərova

Happy New Year, fellow writers! Today, I'd like to tell you the story of twin sisters, one a writer with a mind open to esoteric and alternative concepts, the other a writer skeptical of esoteric and alternative ideas.

Johanneke and Bóinn Cəfərova were born on May 15, 1958, into a multicultural family that valued academic pursuits and tolerant attitudes. Although possessing radically different personalities, the charming twins with their cardinal-red hair and sea-green eyes were always close and always supported one another's aspirations.

After completing their medical training, the sisters returned to the rural community of where they were raised. Johanneke became a highly respected paramedic who saved many lives. Meanwhile, Bóinn began her working life as a medical assistant but became an art therapist who incorporated Jungian psychology into her practice. The archetypal images depicted on Tarot cards fit perfectly into her methodology.

Regardless of what else was going on, the sisters met every weekend to share the stories they were writing. Following Johanneke's retirement and Bóinn's transition to part-time practice, the pair began exploring the possibility of self-publishing their stories. Naturally, they supported each other 100 percent, even though they wrote in different genres.

Johanneke and her wife Shirlee ran a small ranch. With her love of Westerns and cowgirls, she gravitated to writing Western romance stories featuring spirited lesbian couples triumphing against the odds. Meanwhile, the experiences of Bóinn's husband Bert, a former soldier who counseled veterans experiencing PTSD, inspired Bóinn to write action-packed yet sensitive military romances with a guaranteed Happily Ever After.

One day during their afternoon story meet-up, Bóinn noticed Johanneke was frustrated. She typed a paragraph only to erase it. Her brow was furrowed, her expression sour. When this scenario repeated itself for three days in a row, Bóinn asked her sister what was wrong.

"I just can't get deep with Olof's motivation," Johanneke admitted. "Yes, he's obsessed with Moriah and wants Stephanie out of the way, but what is the reason beyond him being an entitled manbaby who can't take no for an answer?"

To Johanneke's surprise, her sister smiled and hurried off. When she returned, she had a Tarot card deck in hand. Johanneke sighed.

"Bo, I don't need you to tell my fortune," she insisted. "You know I don't believe in that stuff."

"You don't need to believe the cards have any sort of metaphysical power for them to be useful," Bóinn explained. "Here, just humor me and shuffle the cards."

"If we're going to play cards, you might as well pour me a whiskey," Johanneke quipped. "All right, here are your shuffled cards."

"Here's your firewater, Ma'am," Bóinn said, handing her sister a tumbler of whiskey on the rocks. "Now, turn over the top card."

"It's the knight of cups," Johanneke revealed. "What does that mean for Olof?"

"Let's look at his expression," Bóinn suggested. "He's a serious fellow looking to get a job done. He's concentrating on an idea but doesn't know how to proceed. It appears from the description that the knight is passionately pursuing a new direction in his life. Olof's new direction leads to Moriah. He thinks she can give him what he desperately needs. He doesn't consider her wishes."

"He sees her as an NPC in the scenario where he plays the lead," Johanneke realized. "She is supposed to fulfill the role of love interest, saving him from a miserable life. He sees Stephanie as a temptress with an agenda. Meanwhile, he's the one with the agenda. Thank you, Sis! This helped so much! Why have we never used this method before?"

"I just learned about it myself," Bóinn replied.

"Well, it's a wonderful tool! There may be something to your metaphysical mumbo-jumbo after all."

Johanneke laughed at her sister's flabbergasted expression.

"I think I may need a glass of firewater myself to survive an afternoon with you," Bóinn smirked.

The sisters returned to their stories with renewed inspiration.

The Practical Side

There are many people who dismiss divination cards as superstitious or nonsensical, doubting their ability to assist a writer in their creative endeavors. Additionally, some writers may be hesitant to incorporate spiritual practices into their writing, for fear that it may undermine the authenticity or seriousness of their work. Others may struggle to understand how seemingly random card pulls can provide valuable insight or inspiration for their writing projects. Using divination cards in the creation process can unleash untapped creativity, provide unique storytelling avenues, and enhance intuition. This leads to more inspired and authentic narratives that resonate with readers on a profound level.

Writing stories has been a major part of my life since I was six years old. I began using Tarot cards for divination at seventeen. It was only last year that I became aware of the benefits of using cards as a tool for creativity. This practice has brought back a lost sense of wonder and magic to my writing.

I used the Cthulhu's Vault Tarot in today's exercise. I pulled the card at random. It happened to be the perfect choice. Coincidence or...

You decide!

As Bóinn advised Johanneke, you don't have to believe the cards have any metaphysical or supernatural applications for them to guide you in your writing practice.

You can purchase the Cthulhu's Vault deck through this link.

https://amzn.to/4iZmpdw

I hope this post provided new possibilities for making your writing practice more enjoyable.




Friday, January 3, 2025

Happy 2025 to you and yours!

 

Good Morning and Happy New Year,

Welcome to 2025! Here’s hoping it’s a grand year for all of you, filled with good health and good cheer.

I've included a photo of my small greenhouse to prove that in the depths of winter, we can still grow some fresh greens in Canada!

It was a busy year, 2024, filled with lots of new book releases and many happy writing days! I find what works best for me is to get up seven days a week and spend the first few hours writing while it's all fresh. Then head out for a run and lifting weights. That's been my pattern for ten years now. And don't ask me where the time goes. LOL. I have no idea!

I do have a book on sale this month I will mention. Death Secrets.  You can purchase it here if you like fast-paced action thrillers with a female lead: Amazon 


A gripping thriller that explores the lengths one will go to for family, and the resilience needed to stand against the darkness.

In the shadow of Alaska's towering peaks, Anna Hale is haunted by a past painted in flames and betrayal. Marked by the tragic death of her mother and the scars of a childhood marred by violence, Anna has fought tirelessly to build a semblance of normalcy, only to have it shattered again and again. The latest blow comes when her sister, Tia Pace, vanishes without a trace, reigniting old wounds and casting Anna into a nightmare where she's the prime suspect.

As she grapples with her stepfather's execution and the weight of suspicion, another crisis looms: Zoe Pace, her other sister, has disappeared in an eerily similar manner. The only clue a sinister black rose and a chilling letter. When her brother Josh, now a dedicated cop in the Anchor Police Department, begs for her assistance, Anna is pulled back into the fray. Despite the agony of reopening old wounds, she embarks on a desperate quest to unravel the mystery of her sisters' disappearances.

Faced with the unforgiving Alaskan frontier, Anna must confront a tangled web of corruption and deceit, with a copycat killer moving in the shadows. With every tick of the clock, Anna's hope for a normal life slips further away, but her resolve to find her sisters and bring them home burns fiercer than ever. Will Anna's journey through the cold, dark paths of Alaska lead her to her sisters, or will she find herself lost in the depths of a conspiracy that threatens to consume everything she holds dear?

Dive into this chilling tale of loss, courage, and the relentless pursuit of justice against the backdrop of Alaska's unforgiving wilderness. 

Now off to do my research for my new series coming in 2025: A Connor Hale Post-Apocalyptic Survival Thriller 

  Book One: When Darkness Comes

   Book Two: When Chaos Descends 

Book Three: When Killing Rules

 

Hugs,

January Bain

Storyteller

Wednesday, January 1, 2025

New Year News #MFRWAuthor #BWLAuthor #Writing #Last post

 A new year has dawned and I'm still working on the Demise of the Horror Writer. The book is slowly developing. Not so great in this ear of posting books after books. Though I want to hurry at eighty eight and a half eyars of age, Pushing only makes me slower. I'll finish this story and go on to another. I believe that will be my out put for a year. Expecting family to arrive on Friday since they didn't arrive for Christmas. Looking forward to the visit.

Tuesday, December 31, 2024

Free romance to start the year – #NewYearsEve #ParanormalRomance

Wolf couple with the moon

Image by Patrice Audet from Pixabay

By Lisabet Sarai

Happy New Year to everyone! To help you celebrate this New Year’s Eve, I’m sharing a short paranormal romance tale I wrote a while ago.

I hope you enjoy it.

First Moon

Copyright © 2024 by Lisabet Sarai

I'm good at being human. No one ever guesses the truth.

I hold down a responsible, well-paying job as HR Director for an up-and-coming biotech company. The ability to smell emotion and read non-verbal cues gives me an advantage when working with tense or angry employees. I have a handful of women friends, including Lyssa, the hostess for tonight's festivities. I join them for coffee or shopping or movies, just like an ordinary person. We complain and gossip. We talk about men. Yes, I've even had lovers, occasionally, though I have to admit they always leave me feeling unsatisfied – not necessarily physically, but in some deeper sense. Lyssa and Janine tease me, telling me I'm too much of a perfectionist, that I should compromise, that these days nobody expects to meet her soulmate. I laugh along with them, pretending to agree.

People like me, are drawn to me in fact. I'm no anti-social loner, despite the reputation of my kind. And yet, there's always a wall, keeping me separate. Tonight especially, as the clock counts down to midnight and my friends get progressively more tipsy, I'm aware of the distance between me and my fellow celebrants. It's as if I'm looking through one way glass. I sense their joys, their fears, their rising excitement, the surges in hormones triggered by the closeness of the opposite sex. New Year's Eve, a night to be a bit reckless, to take chances one can blame in the morning on too much wine. No one really sees or understands me, though. My weariness from the effort of maintaining my mask. My longing for freedom. My unending, unalterable loneliness.

Almost everyone is dancing. The loud rock music stirs my body but hurts my ears. Lyssa's condo suddenly feels stuffy and overly warm. Twenty five or thirty humans give off significant heat. I'm sweating in my velvet top.

I slip out onto the tiny deck, closing the glass doors behind me, and the noise mutes, though drum beats still vibrate the planks under my heels. Gazing across the Cambridgeport rooftops to the river, I fill my lungs with frigid December air. The cold, still night is as delicious as Lyssa's champagne.

It snowed earlier, so every surface is frosted in white, but now the sky is clear as crystal, black as my ebony hair. The moon climbs above the chimneys and my breath catches in my chest. It's barely half-full, no real challenge to my self-control, but still, the beast in my stirs and stretches. Moonlight glitters on the icy Charles. I crave the sensation of that stark, pale light on my nakedness.

Oh, sorry! Hello!” A pleasant-voiced, even-featured man appears beside me. “It's just too loud in there, isn't it? Do you mind some company?”

No, not at all,” I'm forced to reply, though I'd really rather savor the night alone.

I'm Brett,” he adds, then wraps his arms over his nicely muscled chest. “Jeez, it's cold out here! Aren't you freezing?”

Not at all.” I let the awkward pause lengthen, refusing to pick up the conversational ball and tell him my name as he expects. I stare at the moon, so bright it practically burns. “I love winter nights.”

I smell Brett's arousal, sense his frustration and confusion. “It's nearly midnight,” he says finally. “Want to come in?”

I can practically read his mind: his lips on mine as the year turns, his big hands molding my hips and pulling me close. I'm tempted for an instant, but I know how it will end - like every other encounter, flat and empty.

In a minute. You go ahead.” He sighs, turns, leaves me to my solitary vigil.

Five. Four. Three. Two. One.” My friends' voices are a million miles away. The moon whispers to me. Why resist your nature? Why surround yourself with strangers when what you want is the earth under your feet and the night wind in your hair?

New Year's Eve, a night to be reckless. I make my way through the crowd of laughing, kissing humans, to offer Lyssa my thanks and regrets. Nobody really notices me leaving.

My coat swung over my shoulder, I head for the river, high heels loud on the empty pavement. The deserted Esplanade gleams in the moonlight, embroidered with the intricate shadows of the bare-limbed oaks and maples.

I manage to hold off the change until I'm under the trees. The brief, familiar disorientation ripples through me, then the flavors of the night deluge my senses. The faint rustle of a few crisp leaves clinging to the branches above me. The pulsing blood-smell of a rabbit crouched under a footbridge. Tar and car exhaust, blackberries and rust, the damp, ripe scent of the ground, still unfrozen under the thin carpet of snow.

Stretching out my paws, I work the stiffness out of my spine. The moon beams down on me. My snow-dusted jet fur sparkles.

I have just enough human left in me to suppress my howl. Instead, I run.

It's effortless. I race through the shadows along the river bank, eating up the ground. The power surging through me has me drunk as any liquor. Sights, sounds, scents flash by, each one acute and distinct despite its brevity. The world does not blur as I run; it sharpens.

I head upstream, out of the city, the river winding westward into the wealthy suburbs, conservation land on either side. The trees crowd thicker here, but they don't slow me down. Sure-footed and strong, I streak between them, bounding over fallen trunks and ice-crusted tributaries that block my path. Now I let the joy rise in my throat and ring out over the countryside. My howl echoes through the blessed night. The moon approves.

The chill winter air slices into my chest. I'm miles from home, but I don't want to stop, not yet. This is too perfect, a glorious relief from the endless, everyday effort of fitting in. I don't really think about my human life, though. I don't think about anything. I merely sense and feel.

Finally, I slow to a trot, my heart pounding against my ribs. I'm exhausted, close to spent, yet excitement still sings through my body. Squatting, I loose a stream of urine to mark my passing. My nostrils twitch at the ripe warmth of my own scent. I spring to the top of snow-draped boulder, sink down onto my haunches and survey my surroundings. Gradually my pulse drops and my breathing returns to normal. A deep sense of peace steals over me.

Grrr!” The growl drags me out of my trance of weariness. I start and emit an answering growl. A flood of maleness assaults my nose and my nether parts swell in automatic response.

He steps out of the shadows, all bristling red-gold fur and blazing yellow eyes. He's easily twice my size. When he bares his teeth, they're ivory-hued daggers that could crush me in a single vicious bite. He doesn't attack, however. Of course, I have the advantage, perched on the rock above him.

I'm terrified, but thrilled, too. I know what he wants. I want it as well. But there's a fine line between lust and violence when you're a wolf. I've just enough human left in me for fear to hold me back.

He paces back and forth below, his eyes riveted to mine. Finally, he sits, patient as a pet hound, waiting for me. Then I give in to the beast, leaping down to land in front of him.

His voice, half wail, half growl, welcomes me. He circles my crouching form, snapping playfully at my ear when I allow him to get close, raking his claws across my flank. I know this dance; it's in my blood, though I've never mated with another wolf. My body knows how to bend, how to arch, how to open as he drives into me from behind.

Our coupling is over in minutes, but feels endless. Pleasure pure and sharp as moonlight pours through me as he launches his seed into my depths. His teeth close on my shoulder. The pain simply amplifies the intensity.

When we're done, I'm shaking. The moon won't be full for two weeks and my wolf-self is fading. The male trots off into a copse of beech, obviously expecting me to follow. I limp after him, cold seeping through my paw pads and up into my aching shoulders.

Thankfully, it's not far. He leads me to a snug-looking cabin dug into a hill, half-buried in the underbrush. A few yards before we reach it, the change seizes me. My limbs liquefy and rearrange themselves. In an instant, I'm sprawled in the snow, dizzy, naked and shivering. I can't move.

The male wolf nudges me with his snout. I force myself to crawl toward the wooden structure, noting how awkward four legs can be. The door's unlocked. Inside, embers glow gold and scarlet on the fieldstone hearth.

I collapse on the cot in one corner, lulled by delicious warmth, unable to stay awake for an instant longer. The wolf crouches by the bed, as if to guard my sleep.

Buttery sunlight wakes me, streaming in the small window above the bed. The fire has died. The room is cold, but there's smooth heat against my naked back.

I turn to find him curled around me – tall, well-muscled, his bronzed skin dusted with red-gold down that matches the curls on his head. I breathe in his scent, ripe male musk spiked with a sharp evergreen edge. He's sleeping, but he wakes as I gaze on his beauty and pulls my body to his. “Happy New Year,” he murmurs, nuzzling my ear and sliding his hardness into my soaked cleft.

Joy surges through me, almost drowning my lust. Almost, but not quite. As a man, he's nearly as fierce a lover as when he was wolf. I let myself go, let him see the animal that that is my true self. I know he won't be disgusted or afraid. And I'm quite certain that afterward, I won't feel empty.


Sunday, December 29, 2024

Two new books available for Preorder by Lexi Post!

Whether you like historical romance or contemporary cowboy romance, I've got a romance story for you!


Disarming the Baron (Courting a Curious Lady: Book 3) is available for preorder at only 99¢!

She’s his mistress of convenience, which is proving quite inconvenient.

Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon AU | Amazon CA 

Mademoiselle Lissette Fontaine knows she doesn’t belong among the ton, yet finds herself fast friends with many people of that status, specifically those in the Belinda School for Curious Ladies. As much as she enjoys her new friends, and the easy life of being a lady as opposed to her days of stealing food to survive, she will do anything to avoid marrying a peer, even enlist the help of her old friend Mr. Anthony Taylour to find a wealthy middle-class spouse.

Lord Anthony Taylour, the Baron of Bellamore, is rarely what he appears because as a fourth son, he knows he’s expendable. So he uses his fortune to make the world a better place whether it’s as a Bow Street Runner, a soldier against Napoleon, or a detective for his friends among the aristocracy. Needing a weapons expert, he visits the Belinda School for Curious Ladies and is pleased to rekindle his friendship with Lissa, but he’s cautious about teaming-up with her once again. After all, when last they traipsed about France, she was younger and always dressed as a man.

It doesn’t take long to accept Lissa is a critical asset in his current investigation, so when she manipulates him into posing as his mistress at a secret house party he needs to attend, he’s determined to keep her safe. However, it’s impossible to keep her innocent, and his feelings for her begin to change. Unfortunately, the lord they’re investigating is far more dangerous than Anthony realized. He can think of only one way to save Lissa.

But if he tells her the truth, he may lose her forever.

Releasing January 9th!


Hard a a Rock Cowboy (Rocky Road Ranch: Book 2) is available for preorder!

Brody Dunn just has to convince a city girl to sell her land to his family and he’s off to a new career. How hard can that be?

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Brody Dunn is anxious to start his training as a wildlife manager and begin his new career away from Rocky Road Ranch. His father has agreed to release him from his promise to work on the ranch if he can convince the neighbors to sell their land. That extra land is the safety net the Rocky Road needs in order to survive as a cattle ranch if the new dude ranch project fails. Brody knows it will be difficult to get the elderly couple to sell land they’ve owned for over fifty years. So when he discovers their granddaughter has inherited, and better yet, has lived in the city her entire life never knowing the land existed, he’s sure it will be easy getting her to sell.

Hannah Kingsley is shocked yet thrilled to discover she owns land in Four Peaks. Though it’s nothing but desert and an old casita, it’s all hers. Since she’s already alone in the city, now that her grandparents are gone, moving out to Four Peaks wouldn’t be any lonelier. Besides, Brody seems knowledgeable, he’s handsome, and as it turns out, he’s her neighbor. What could be better?

It doesn’t take long for her to realize Brody wants her to sell right away, especially when he shows her ranch life, complete with chores, and how dangerous living in the desert can be. Yet the more she learns about her property, the town, and him, the more she knows this is the place for her. And just maybe, Brody’s the man for her as well. But can she get him to see what’s right in front of his nose, or will his one-track mind be his downfall?

Releasing January 28th


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