Tuesday, June 28, 2022

Love is Forever #pnr #contemporaryromance #scifiromance #historicalromance #urbanfantasy

 Lose yourself in the wonder of love!

These swoon-worthy heroes, feisty heroines, and amazing stories of true love will keep you spellbound from the first story to the last.

This limited-edition collection includes paranormal, contemporary, science fiction, historical, and urban fantasy romances from New York Times, USA Today, and international bestselling authors.

Get your copy—because while love may last forever, this anthology will not!

This boxed set includes:

The Warlock’s Soulmate by Elizabeth Dunlap

Broken Butterfly by Leigh Kelsey

Love Potion #666 by Kat Parrish

The Eternal Masquerade by Faedra Rose

Sparkletinis by Nyx Black

The Satisfaction Spell by Margaux Carroll

Prelude to Crimson Kiss by Ramsey Savage

Torn by Stacey Jaine McIntosh

The Dream Reader by Amanda Marin

Silent Moments by Kimberly Gray

Sunny with a Chance of Bigfoot by Emmy Dee

Succubus Tidings by L.L. Frost

All Hallow’s Hex by N.J. Ember

Wolf Bait by Stephany Wallace

Blood Lust by DJ Shaw

Little Lucky Green Hood by TB Mann

Playing with Fire by Dora Blume

Her Pointy Alien by Margo Bond Collins

Commander Captive by Ashley Amy

Her Alien Lover by Tricia Schneider

How to Marry a Duke by Christmas by Corinne M Knight

All the Time by Mirren Hogan

Love Poke by Mandy Melanson

A Very Bradypus Christmas by Caitlyn Coakley

Love From Another Star by Di Jones

Always a Bridesmaid by Diana Dawn

A Serenade of Fireflies by Yolanda Olson

Best Christmas Ever by Dana Lyons

Pampering Daddy’s Baby Girl by Zaria Knight

Laura’s Secret Benefactor by Alys Fraser

Matchmaker: Alpha 1.0 by J. Haney & S.I. Hayes

Buggy Bumpers by J. Haney

About the Author

USA Today Bestselling Author Tricia Schneider is a full-time dreamer who writes all kinds of romance. From werewolves and witches to pirates and Regency lords, she escapes into sensual stories where happily-ever-after is a guarantee.

When she's not hard at work typing away on her laptop, she's riding shotgun in a '67 Impala while keeping her eyes open for a madman in a big, blue box.

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Monday, June 27, 2022

Do film and TV producers do their historical homework?


Have you watched the BBC/Netflix series Bodyguard? If so, you've seen the Home Secretary pull up to the home of the Prime Minister.

Later they ID it as Chequers, the home once of Winston Churchill, now the PM's.

Well! This one in the show is not the real Chequers! No!
My newest! Regency romcom
It's Ham House, a marvelous 17th century darkly gorgeous brick home in suburb of London along the Thames! Built for the Dysarts, this home is a wonderful example of Stuart-early Georgian architecture and a wonderful place to visit. Here I am in front of the house last year. And this is the view you’ll see in the TV series, too!

The interior is rich with black walnut walls and tiled floors of wood or marble in parquet designs. Many of the furnishings are of the period, too, including a Queen's Bedchamber done in rich reds and gold. Most striking is the main staircase and the solid silver fruit bowl at the foot of the banister. A picture gallery upstairs of members of the family are set against rich black walnut walls, including that of King Charles II.

Most intriguing was the intimate library with old globe and celestial one too. Do note the far door in this picture of the library. Where might it lead? Ah. To the master’s bedhcamber!

One aspect of touring the house and kitchen gardens was for me the collec5tion of informative plaques describing servants' duties. Here for you are a few to show their title, duties, status, how they lived and (drumroll!) their annual salaries in today’s GBPs!

For example, we have Mary Hobley, a scullery maid. Do read about her work, her superiors and see what she earned. An astonishing and pitiful 295 GBPs.  The best paid of servants? The Cook! He earned over 3000 GBPs per year.

Now to incorporate all this wonderful information in my series about servants who fall in love with their employers! HER BEGUILING BUTLER is first. HIS TEMPTING GOVERNESS debuts in a few months.

Thanks for reading! And remember, reading fiction makes us more compassionate! True, says a psychological study!


Cerise DeLand is the #1 bestselling author of historical romance. 

Visit her website: http://cerisedeland.com

Author Page on Amazon:  https://www.amazon.com/Cerise-DeLand/e/B0089DS2N2/

Saturday, June 25, 2022

What does this writer do in the summer? Hint - soil under finger nails and bug bites. #gardening #author #writingcommunity

I am not at home. I’m at my daughter and son-in-law’s home – house and pet sitting. Why? They finally get to go on their honeymoon. The actual wedding got delayed 3 times because of border closings, stay-at-home orders, vaccination status and whatever else. The “summer” wedding finally got to happen this past Dec in Ontario, Canada where the bride grew up. She now lives in NC as she met an American at university and fell in love. And they lived happily ever after.

While I am happy to do this for them – I am sad. Why? In the summer, I write very little because I’m too busy outside looking after my plants and veggie garden. And it being the month of June, I'm going to miss so many friends. No, not friends like Tracy or Paula. Friends like my peonies – my poppies - my hostas.

Flowers that I have tended to and loved for years and worry about each Spring. Was this the winter that kills them off? Then there is that amazing day when I notice a little sprout or nose sticking up out of the soil. Life again!

How does this relate to my writing life? I love my plants. I worry about them. Do they need to be divided and moved? Have they been fertilized enough? Should I deadhead them?

Well, we writers tend to worry about our characters the same way. We do love them. We do worry about them. Think about them constantly. But, we also love putting them in to ridiculous situations and letting them get themselves out.

My rock star goes to a private bar to party and a hit happens on the place and he’s the only one who gets out alive. Dangerous people have questions as to why that is.

My RCMP (Royal Canadian Mounted Police) story. He goes on a flight, as he’s tailing a human trafficker, and the plane crashes into the Caribbean and he and a flight attendant make it to an island – only to have the sleeping volcano get a case of the hiccups.

My business executive goes on a business trip and meets the man of her dreams only to find out he isn’t human and a tsunami strikes.

I could go on, but my daughter’s dog wants a walk.

Happy gardening.

The flower photos are from last year. 


Friday, June 24, 2022

Sneak Peek: "Dark Sentinels Book Three: Parrish" by Dariel Raye


Series so Far

The brush of her fingers, one accidental touch, and he’s caught up in a world with which she is all too familiar.

Dana Rainwater is dying. Her life becomes even more complicated when she witnesses a murder. Making matters worse, the murderer believes that she can identify him.

Taking leave from the pop-gospel stage to live out her final months in peace, she visits a remote area to commission the designs of a famous, yet reclusive architect few have ever seen.

Wolf sentinel shifter Vadrian Parrish is a renowned architect whose nature-inclusive designs have earned the title of “Healing Plans.” Born to a high calling, his disturbing premonitions render him nearly inaccessible to others, but Dana’s touch draws him into another nightmare, one he’s not sure he wants to escape.

From the moment Dana and Parrish make eye contact, their connection is undeniable. Dana is compelled to be with him. If only she had met him sooner. Can their destiny overcome the dangers threatening to annihilate them?


A few minutes later, Dana arrived at Adabi's sprawling estate. Dana employed an entire security team and paid them very well, but she had never been the trusting sort, and Adabi was the only one she trusted with her life. He led the rest of her bodyguards, constantly reinforcing his expectations – "Your life for hers."

After ringing his doorbell numerous times and waiting for what seemed like forever, Dana nearly gave up. Just when she turned to leave, she heard noise at the back of his house.  Moments later, as she started toward the back, he swung the front door open. "Come inside, little one. I'll get the rest of your things," he ordered, stepping out to greet her. Even though she hadn't called him, he did not look surprised at all to see her. He had taken longer than usual to open the door, but he looked at her as if he knew she was coming.

She'd always wondered about his uncanny knack for knowing when she needed him, even when she was a child in his care, but she had never been more grateful for it. Sometimes she forgot he worked for her. He'd been a father to her in every way except biology, despite the fact that she had no idea how old he was. He really didn't look much older than she was. In fact, he never seemed to age at all--as if suspended in time.

Adabi was the only father figure she had ever known, and the musical rhythm of his African accent provided the oxygen she needed. Finally, she flopped down on his oversized sofa and exhaled, wondering how long she had been holding her breath.

Adabi went into the kitchen and returned with two bottles of water. After handing her one, he sat across from her and turned on the television. He remained silent, leaving her to her own thoughts. This time, there was little he could do to help her apart from being there. He always seemed to know that, too.

Things hadn't always been like this. She hadn't always been like this. There had been a time when she'd considered herself braver than most, but she'd thought she had all the time in the world then.Work hard now so you can enjoy yourself later. She couldn't count the number of times she'd heard those words, but the later she expected never came. No more putting her dreams on hold. Life had proved in no uncertain terms that bad things did, indeed, happen to good people. She might not have long, but she intended to enjoy whatever time she had left.

Adabi glanced at her. She could see concern in his eyes, but made a quick decision to keep her mouth closed. Adabi would try to talk her out of leaving town if she told him she had just witnessed Stephen's murder. He had never cared much for Stephen, or any other men in her life, no matter their role, but he would have insisted this was not the time to go traipsing off to the middle of nowhere. She had no idea what evidence the police would find when they discovered Stephen's body on her property. Obviously, they'd want to question her, and she did not plan to be available. 

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Thursday, June 23, 2022

Weddings In Space, The Sci-fi Romance Way

It’s June, so someone you know may be getting married. What if they were getting married in the far future, in outer space?

Well, there is a wedding and bridal shower in my soon to be released 35th book, a comedy sci-fi romance, Rare Finds.

Here is an excerpt of the Bridal Shower:

Action at the front of medbay and the constant noise of the doors sliding open and closed grabbed Robbie’s attention.

“Why are all these ladies bringing fancy wrapped presents?” He watched them coming in by themselves and in pairs and heading to the back. “How many are in that little food copier area, and what are they doing?”

A woman came from the back area with a tray of white-frosted cupcakes and set them on the front counter.

“They’re about thirty now.” Hernandez flashed a sheepish grin. “It’s a surprise bridal shower.”

“Oh!” He shook his head. “Does she know?”

Hernandez’s grin grew even wider. “I just told you. She thinks she’s just coming here to take you home.”

“Well, as long as you let me have a cupcake, I’ll play along.” Robbie walked over to the doors so Niamh would see him as soon as she entered med bay.


 But the ultimate space wedding was probably on season 6 of Star Trek’s Deep Space Nine, You Are Cordially Invited. But instead of a bridal shower for Dax, she had to prove her worth and go through some crazy Klingon trails, as did the groom—Worf, and his groomsmen.

But Dax did have a wild bachelorette party, which included a hot fire dance from Lt. Manuele Atoa of the USS Sutherland, while Dax plays the drums for him. And Atoa is as hot as the firebrand he dances with, believe me. There is also lots of drinking and some table dancing. The party almost gets shut down due to noise complaints and a fight.

The wedding is called off twice, but then it’s back on.

The ceremony takes place on the space station at Quark’s Bar. Worf’s son, Alexander, serves as the Klingon equivalent of a best man—a Sword Bearer. Instead of an organ playing the wedding march, Klingons beat the traditional drums as Dax and Worf, wearing scarlet and golden bridal clothes and gold crowns, vow that their hearts beat only for each other. The entire space station cheers the newly wedded couple.

What do you think weddings in space will be like? Please comment below. And for more of my books, please visit my Amazon Author Page.

Tuesday, June 21, 2022

WOLF IN THE NIGHT is finally here!

When your father could have been alpha of his own pack and your stepbrother is alpha of your pack, it’s not easy to date. That’s a dilemma Emma Matheson faces. She never expected to fall for the one wolf she shouldn’t—the son of her father’s enemy. 

WOLF IN THE NIGHT, the fifth book in the Salvation Pack series, is finally here.


Driving home from a trip, Emma Matheson is run off the road in an abduction attempt. Seems the alpha of her father’s former pack never forgave his defection. To settle the old score, he plans to force her to mate with a male of his choosing—his son, Dmitri.

Dmitri Gribkov wants no part of his father’s revenge. A loner by choice, nothing has prepared him for sexy, stubborn Emma. He’ll do whatever it takes to protect her—even if it means losing her.

Determined to control her destiny, she does her best to escape, even as the attraction between her and Dmitri sizzles. Doesn’t take long for her to realize this huge, sexy wolf is a protector at heart.

Tracking and killing are what he does best. Before this is over, he’ll have blood on his hands, but winning her love will be the hardest battle.


Dmitri slammed on the brake. The passenger door was open. Emma was gone. She jumped from a moving truck.

Cursing himself for an idiot, he bailed out, careful to take the keys with him. He couldn’t afford to lose his sole means of transportation. Underestimating her would be stupid. She sure as hell shocked him with this move. He’d thought her too scared and tired to try anything.

Should have talked to her.

But talking wasn’t his strong suit. His attention had been on the road behind them. He expected Ivan and his crew to be in pursuit sooner rather than later. Their alpha had given them a mission. Failure was not an option, not when it came to Gregor Gribkov. Mercy wasn’t in his vocabulary.

He charged down the bank behind her. She wasn’t even trying to be silent. Rocks slid under his bare feet and bit into his skin. “Fuck,” he muttered. This was his own damn fault. He should have taken the time to put on his boots but had wanted to be ready to shift, if necessary. “I shouldn’t have gotten involved.” But he had. There was no backing out now. He’d come too far.


She glanced over her shoulder. The fear in her eyes almost stopped him cold. She was looking at him the same way she had Ivan. His stomach turned sour. The last thing he’d ever do was hurt a woman.

She doesn’t know that, you idiot.

All she knew was that he’d “rescued” her and then refused to take her home.

“Emma, wait. I’m not going to hurt you.” Reassurance was better late than never. Ignoring him, she picked up her pace. She was hurt and exhausted. Where was she finding the energy? The woman was stronger than he’d thought. Good, she’d need it to survive the shitstorm coming her way.

His legs were longer than hers. With each stride, he got closer. She was gasping, sucking air into her lungs, her feet slapping hard against the ground. She began to weave, her movements jerky. Her right foot slipped on the damp riverbed. Her body pitched forward. Dmitri dove, grabbing her in midair and rolling. He slammed down onto the rocky ground, taking the brunt of the damage. “Are you okay?”

But she wasn’t listening. Fists battered his shoulders. Sharp teeth sank into his chest. “Fuck! Let go.” He sat up and deposited her on the wet ground beside him, grateful she hadn’t taken a chunk of flesh out of him.

A trace of his blood was on her lips. Rather than disgust him, he found it … arousing. His wolf liked that she’d marked him. He shook his head. She hadn’t been claiming him. She’d been fighting him. There was nothing sexy about that.

“I’ll answer your questions as soon as we’re safe.” He tilted his head toward the road. “Ivan and the others will be looking. They’d expect us to head to your pack.”

Sitting in the muck, clothes dirty, hair disheveled, dark circles under her eyes, she chewed on her bottom lip. Something inside him shifted. She wasn’t the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, but dirty and tired, Emma drew him in a way no other woman ever had.


He shook his head, trying to dispel the unwanted sensation. No how. No way. He didn’t want a mate. Especially not this woman.

Want to read more of Emma and Dmitri’s story?

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


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Monday, June 20, 2022

It's Almost Time! First look at Mafia Manipulator

Good morning everyone!

It's almost that time again. Finally after sitting on this release, we are 13 days away from the release of Mafia Manipulator. ARCs have already gone out and Michele and I are nervous but excited at the same time. We can't wait for you to meet Miceli and Collins. I know you're going to love them!

Just as a reminder Mafia Manipulator is an age gap/Enemies to Lovers book. You can add it now to your Goodreads Lists Mafia Manipulator will also be released on Audio as well. (Not sure about the time frame there, unfortunately.) Buy links will be available soon! Mafia Manipulator will be released on July 3, 2022.

Until then, here is a sneak peek at Mafia Manipulator!


Collins Attwood

My parents are dead.

My brother, Lucas, has been shot.

Our world has crumbled down around us, and we have nowhere to go.

For the last year, my brother and I have been on the run hiding from whoever killed our parents. The details are spotty, but Lucas thinks our father stole money from the mob and the day our parents were killed is the same day they came to collect.

I don't want to believe him, but I don't have a choice. We're running out of time and money. If I don't find us a place to lie low for longer than a month or two, we're as good as dead, too. Or we would be if I hadn't stumbled upon a want ad: TUTOR NEEDED.

I didn't do too bad in college. How hard could it be?

Miceli Daidone

Being the head of the Daidone Family comes with its inherent risks and there are certain aspects of my life I won't chance.

Ever again.

My daughter, Rocca, is the spitting image of her mother. Every day I am reminded of how, in a single instant, I failed my family.

When Collins Attwood enters my life, I know she's carrying a burden someone so young shouldn't be. I also know her real identity. There's a bounty on her and her brother's head.

Why? The syndicate of families won't say—which is troubling.

Asking Collins is a non-starter as well.

Each day she's in my home, the attraction between us grows harder to ignore. The need to protect her overrules my rationale, making me vulnerable. In order to defend her, I have to earn her trust. Unfortunately, faith doesn't come easy for someone like me.

For all I know, this could be a trap.

I've been given a second chance at love, but in order to open my heart again, I have to know the truth.

They say love is blind.

I suspect it might also be stupid.


How did we end up here?

      I’d asked myself that question several times over the last ten months, after our parents were murdered and my brother, Kyle, was shot. I say murdered because the scene I came home to would never be misconstrued as an accident. Nobody accidentally trips into a chair and has the back of their head blown off.

      Just saying.

      Finding my parents' bodies, put on display as they were, the life drained from their eyes, played on repeat in my mind every day. I found my father slumped in his chair, blood pooling around his feet along with brain matter and bone splattered against the glass wall behind him. I’d located our mother in her tub, shot between the eyes, frozen in a state of shock and fear. Her blood turned the clear water crimson.

      The day of the incident had started out like any other for our family. My brother called me early in the morning, reminding me of our free summer vacation, which meant doing whatever we wanted for as long as we wanted. I laughed at his excitement. Who’d have thought a sixteen-year-old would want to hang out willingly with his twenty-one-year-old sister?

      By nightfall, I paced a derelict emergency room whose staff thankfully didn’t ask too many questions as long as I paid in cash. The right thing for both of us to do would have been to wait on police. However, we didn’t know who killed our parents or why and as I was getting my brother out of his closet, where I found him, we’d been spooked by a noise in the house. Our survival instincts kicked in, and neither one of us wanted to stick around to see who or what still lurked in our home.

      From then on, we laid low.

      We took some money from our father’s safe, and the car I didn’t think anyone would miss, since we had seven of them. Yes, the police would know I’d been there, but what happened from there, not so much—or at least I hoped so. I’d left my car out in front of the house when I arrived, excited to greet everyone, knowing I’d move it later. Once I witnessed the grizzly scene inside our home, I’d been careful. Anything I touched, I wiped down. Anywhere I stepped, I made sure not to tamper with the evidence.

      No way in hell I’d take the fall for this. Obviously, thinking about it for the last ten months gave me a little more perspective. I had an alibi for where I was, but police wouldn’t give a shit about that. All they cared about most of the time was finding a suspect to pin the charge on. Everything else came out in a trial.

      Again, farcical bullshit.

      “Do you ever wonder if we made the right choice?” Kyle stared out the windshield at the small service plaza where we’d stopped.

      I had.

      Every day.