Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Welcome Judy Ann Davis and Four White Roses

Can a wily old ghost help two fractured souls find love again?
     When widower Rich Redman returns to Pennsylvania with his young daughter to sell his deceased grandmother’s house, he discovers Grandmother Gertie’s final request was for him to find a missing relative and a stash of WWI jewels.
     Torrie Larson, single mom, is trying to make her landscape center and flower arranging business succeed while attempting to save the lineage of a rare white rose brought from Austria in the 1900s.
     Together, the rich Texas lawyer and poor landscape owner team up to rescue the last rose and fulfill a dead woman’s wishes. But in their search to discover answers to the mysteries plaguing them, will Rich and Torrie also discover love in each other’s arms? Or will a meddling ghost, a pompous banker, and an elusive stray cat get in their way?
Wild Women Authors welcomes Judy Ann Davis and Richard Redman, protagonist from Judy's recent release out of Wild Rose Press, Four White Roses. It's a treat to have you here with us. First up is Richard.
Where are you from? Dallas, Texas
Tell us a bit about Four White Roses. It is the story of my return to Hickory Valley, a small town in rural Pennsylvania, to sell my deceased Grandmother’s house and carry out her last wishes. She wants me to find a long-lost, half-sister I wasn’t aware I had and to find some rubies hidden since before World War I. What I later learn is that the house also has a meddlesome ghost and white cat about to give birth.
Cool. And complicated. What did you think the first time you saw Torrie Larson? That she had grown into a beautiful woman with stunning eyes of aquamarine and hair as white as winter snow.
What a description! And your second thought? What is Torrie Larson doing back in Hickory Valley, for Pete’s sake? 
Good one. Did you feel it was love at first sight? For me, it was an instant attraction at first sight--even though she was wearing coveralls too large for her petite frame, chunky work boots on her feet, and fingernails adorned with blue nail polish.
What do you like most about her? I remember Torrie growing up. She was five years younger than me and was a fearless child who could hold her own with three older brothers and one older sister. She was a beauty then and is stunning, down-to-earth woman now.
How would you describe her? Of Scandinavian descent, Torrie has white blonde hair and aquamarine eyes that could shame the best colors of the sea. But her best attributes are her love for children and anything that grow in the ground. Roses are her favorite flowers.
That is so lovely. It shows you pay attention in ways most men don't. How would Torrie describe you? She categorizes me as a high powered, Dallas lawyer who isn’t interest in sticking around a small hick town.
Hah! What made you choose law for a career? I always liked to help those in need. I’m a champion of the underdog and cases that seem unsurmountable. I love a challenge.
What is your biggest fear? As a widower, I fear that my precocious eight-year-old daughter will grow up without a woman’s touch.
How do you relax? I never relax. I’m a workaholic. Only a good meal and a beautiful woman who loves to dance can lure me away from my work.
Who is your favorite fictional character? I’m a lawyer. I deal in facts, not fiction. But if I have to choose, I’d say it would be Atticus Finch in “To Kill a Mockingbird.” Even though we labor to show the truth, the world is many times blind to it. A comfortable lie can trump an obvious truth.
Very nice. What is the best piece of advice you ever received? From Lulu, my quirky elderly housekeeper and cook: “Do you honestly believe—in this whole universe of over 7.2 billion people—there is only one perfect person for each of us to love and marry?”
Good choices all around, Richard. Now it's Judy's turn in the spotlight. What movies or books have had an impact on your career as a writer? LaVyrle Spencer and Louis L’Amour are my two favorite authors and storytellers who wrote realistic fictional stories with colorful characters in everyday settings. They could spin a colorful, engaging tale.
What event in your private life were you able to bring to this story and how do you feel it impacted the novel? I was raised on a farm in northeastern Pennsylvania, and I’m able to understand the outdoors, animals and small-town, rural life. I also have a sense of humor and write comedy into every book.
Writing what we know, what we lived through, always shines through in our writing. Tell us a bit about your publisher. I now have three books and one novella with the Wild Rose Press. They are professional and easy to work with. I have a very talented editor who can second guess what I want to do with a story and where I’m taking it. She diligent and appreciates my humor. In my other contemporary book, KEY TO LOVE, we passed the last paragraph to each other over eighteen times because I wanted it to end with one particular sentence, but we couldn’t get the cadence right in the last paragraph to lead to it.
That speaks well for both of you. You didn't give up and she helped you make the book the best possible product. What book[s] currently rest on your TBR pile? I just downloaded:
Susan Wigg’s, “Snowfall at Willow Lake,” from the Lakeshore Chronicles. I just read “A Man Called Ove,” by Fredrik Backman which is a hilarious story about a curmudgeon by a first-time author and Swedish blogger.
Lastly, what's up next and when can we expect to see it on the shelves? I’m busy with promotional work for Four White Roses. I’m fiddling with a holiday novella which I hope to finish this year.

Here's a sample from Four White Roses:
When Torrie stepped up to grab the notes from Rich’s hand, he scooped her into his arms and, without warning, planted a light kiss squarely in the center of her forehead, oblivious to the dirt on her face from working at the landscape center. Before she could react, he shoved the notes and phone in her hand, spun her around, and nudged her toward the steps. “Now go pluck the local flowers and bamboozle all those poor unsuspecting customers. I have work to do.” He smiled an arresting smile.
“Bamboozle?” She turned toward him and gave him a perplexed look. Seriously? Isn’t that a word to better describe your occupation, counselor?” Forcing herself to suppress a grin, she clambered down the steps and called over her shoulder, “Don’t forget to feed the cat. Have Lulu teach you.”
She slid into the driver’s seat and tossed the phone and notes onto the passenger seat. But before she could pull away from Gertie’s house, her phone rang. This time it wasn’t her usual ring tone. Rich Redman had changed her tune from I Love the Flower Girl to the Yellow Rose of Texas.
“The audacity of that man! What a blockhead,” she sputtered aloud. How dare he toy with her ring tone? Her mother had suggested the 60’s song when she first started floral arranging at the landscape center. She reached for the phone and answered more sharply than she normally would, “What? What do you want now, Richard Lee Redman? I’m driving. I can’t talk.”
There was a pause on the other end of the phone, and Torrie hoped he wasn’t going to say you—or his Friday outing with her was going down the drain.
Instead, he merely said in his low and sensual voice, “You know you have dirt on your face, don’t you?”
Torrie hung up on him.

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Monday, May 29, 2017

Ready To Roll The Dice?

We're celebrating the first of our poppies along with the release of All In For Love on June 1, 2017. Here's the deets:

     Six award-winning authors bring you six *sweet to sensual* romances filled with suspense, thrills and maybe even a ghost or two—for less than the price of a cup of coffee—99 cents!

Welcome to La Bonne Chance Resort & Casino!

     With thousands of people passing through the casino’s doors on a daily basis, it’s no surprise that a variety of lives and loves are on the line there. It’s said that you’re more likely to lose your heart at La Bonne Chance than a hand of poker. Whether you are the Director of Casino Operations or the guy who created its software, a jilted bride or a black jack dealer, a past guest’s ghost or a sous chef--when it comes to love, the stakes are high.
     Thank goodness what happens at La Bonne Chance, doesn’t always stay at La Bonne Chance….

Ready to roll the dice with?

An Inn Decent Proposal, Sharon BuchbinderCan an hotelier with a past and a chef with a future revive the grand dame in a neglected old inn?

Perfect Odds, Lashanta CharlesWhen a jilted bride meets the man of her dreams, will she embrace the new plan, or cling stubbornly to the old one?

A Ghost To Die For, Keta DiabloShe didn't believe in ghosts...until one showed up in her room.

Raising Kane, Kat Henry DoranFunny how a night in jail will change a woman's outlook on life.

For Money Or Love, Margo HoornstraShe's the one woman he can't afford to lose.

Take A Chance On Me, M.J. SchillerWho do you count on when the chips are down?

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Fun Facts About . . .

Sharon Buchbinder
Sharon Buchbinder and her husband used to breed and show Egyptian Maus and Color Point Persians (formerly called Himalayans). If you’ve ever seen the mockumentary, Best in Show, you have an idea of what life was like 24 out of 52 weekends a year for this wild and crazy couple. When Sharon returned to school for her PhD in 1986, she decided a doctoral program plus a toddler plus a full time job was more than enough and they placed all their cats in good homes—including their own.

Lashanta Charles
So I don't really have anything too witty, but I have a 6-year-old with a sharp tongue. One of the things I always tell my kids is that mommy and daddy knows everything. So one day I'm taking my daughter to the store to buy toys with her birthday money. This is how the conversation went:
Her: So, who gave me this birthday money?
Me: Poppy (Grandad)
Her: Oh, I really miss Poppy. I want to go see him.
Me: Well, you have to wait until this summer, when you're out of school.
Her: Why?
Me: Because you have to learn things in school and if you miss a day, you'll miss what you need to learn and then you won't know everything.
Her: Ohhhhh, you mean like you and daddy don't really know everything even though you say you do?
Me: *speechless*

Keta Diablo
Keta once dressed up as old man on Halloween and picked up her 9th grader at school in costume! Needless to say, he wasn't pleased. In fact, he refused to get in the car. She followed him out of the parking lot and down the street for two blocks before he'd even look at her. Yes, he finally got in, but didn't appreciate her all. Update: He's in college now and says the "old man" incident is now one of his fondest childhood memories. 

Kat Doran
There was the time I played private duty nurse for my uncle, a parish priest, after he underwent a resection of an aortic aneurysm. It was a very scary for the entire family, for a number of different reasons. It became my job to ensure Father Joe got sufficient rest which boiled down to playing traffic cop and time-keeper on visitors. On one afternoon, I could see Joe was fatigued and needed a nap. As I rounded up the crowd to send them out the door, one smirked at me.
"Who's Nurse Ratched, Joe?" he asked.
I said, "Who are you, the Pope?"
He said, "Close to it, honey. I'm the Bishop."

Margo Hoornstra
Becoming a coffee connoisseur wasn’t an instant fall head over heels event for Margo Hoornstra. Initial cups were loaded with milk and sugar. When the children arrived, two AM feedings coupled with six AM risings for work necessitated more indispensable caffeine. Flavored, iced, lattes and such, a true coffee aficionado, she covets them all.

M.J. Schiller
One day--when M.J.'s triplets were about two, and her eldest four--she was doing laundry and matching up the socks, one of her least favorite chores. She lined them up all along her arms as she hunted for their mates. After a bit of fruitless searching, she glanced at the time and realized she needed to hustle to be on time for a prayer service she was attending at her church. 

She made it in time, her four children in tow, and removed her coat before kneeling to say a prayer. An half hour later, as she piously prayed along with the congregation, her eldest asked, "Mommy, why do you have a sock on your shoulder?" She had missed removing one of her husband's long, mateless gym socks!

Saturday, May 27, 2017

Focus On: Tina Susedik's A Photograph of Love

For the next few days Wild Women Authors will focus on Tina Susedik's latest contemporary romance A Photograph of Love, the first of many with Sable Hunter's Hell Yeah! Series.

. . . Can an angry rancher and a burned-out hospice nurse find their own photograph of love while searching for cattle rustlers?

      Trudy Selucas has watched too many people die. Burned out as a home hospice nurse, she realizes she needs a change. When she accepts an invitation to visit a friend in Texas, she uses her love of photography and roams the Texas countryside taking pictures to soothe her aching soul.

     After his parents die, Lincoln Phister must leave college behind and his dreams of becoming a photojournalist. He spends the next ten years raising his three younger siblings and working the family ranch. Now he is frustrated with his job, cattle rustlers, and lack of a love life.

     A chance encounter with a rattlesnake brings them together. Lincoln’s anger nearly drives them apart. Can Trudy convince him to follow his dream while finding their own photograph of love?

Intrigued as much as we are with this timely plotline? 
Here’s an excerpt:
Her breath caught. If Tom Selleck had a twin brother, it would be this man. Dark eyebrows, a bushy mustache, light brown eyes, a dent in his chin, and she’d bet her bottom dollar he’d have dimples if he smiled.
Scarred, brown leather chaps encased slim hips and muscular thighs. She was not, no she wasn’t, going to look at his crotch, but, damn, in her mind, chaps were meant to highlight a man’s goods. Instead she drew her eyes from the hunk in front of her and took in the snake carnage littering the ground.
I guess I should thank you for saving my life. I’m not sure how much longer my legs would have held out.” She closed her eyes to the mess. “Every time I so much as flexed a muscle the damn rattler started shaking its tail.”
The man didn’t say anything, just kept his arms folded over his chest and stared.
Trudy took a step toward him and reached out her hand. “I’m Trudy Selucas.” When he didn’t offer his hand, she wiped her palms on her shorts. “Well, anyway, thanks.”
You’re trespassing, you know.”
Shit. She’d been warned to stay off private property, but in her interest in the landscape, she must have missed any posted signs. Maybe there weren’t any. “I didn’t see any signs.”
He yanked his hat back down, shading his features. “Well, they’re there. Not to mention the barbwire fence you had to have climbed over, or under, to get on my property.”
I saw a fence, but it was cut, so I thought it was all right to go through.”
Shit, another cut fence? What the hell was going on? That was the fourth one in the past week. “Where was this?”
Trudy turned around, giving him another view of her shapely ass. Covering it with shorts didn’t detract from the memory of it bare. He would have to be a blind man not to notice her small waist, medium-sized breasts, and long legs. He usually preferred his women to be petite and bosomy, but her tall, slim form was doing something to him. She had to be only a few inches shorter than his six feet one.
I’m not sure. I wasn’t paying any attention to which direction I was going.” She glanced up at the sun. “I was heading toward the sun, so it must be back there somewhere.” She waved her hand to the west.
Must be a city slicker. Nothing worse than a city slicker photographer who couldn’t tell one direction from another. And now he was being the biased bastard his brother always called him. Just because he couldn’t follow his own dream, didn’t mean he should bash someone who probably was.
But, hell, he was tired of running folks off his land and doing a job he didn’t particularly enjoy, no make that, hated. Lately things were getting worse with fences being cut and someone driving over his land. He didn’t know who or why, but he had a sneaking suspicion rustlers had targeted the ranch.
With a frown, Trudy stepped past him, swung her backpack on her shoulders, draped the camera strap around her neck, and picked up the tri-pod. “I’d best be heading back to my car, then. I’m sorry I stepped my toes on your property.”
Lincoln didn’t miss the sarcasm in her voice. Sorry, hell. “Do you have any idea where your car is?” He doubted it. He didn’t know why, but he felt he needed to help her. Besides, maybe if they retraced her steps, he’d find the broken fence. At least they didn’t have any cattle on this part of the ranch.
He picked up Sorrowful’s reins. “Where did you park your vehicle?”
Out on a gravel road.”
How long have you been out here?” There were a few gravel roads in the area. Maybe if he had a timeline, he could figure out which one she’d parked on.
Since about nine this morning.” She checked the time on her watch. “So about four hours. But I wasn’t walking the entire time. I stopped a lot to take pictures. And then the damn snake took up a bunch of time.”
Figures,” he muttered to himself.
Trudy stomped next to him. “Hey. I said I was sorry. No need to get nasty with me.”
Yeah, I know.” He grabbed the pommel, put his foot in the stirrup, and swung onto the saddle. “It’s just been a bad week. If you’ll give me your gear, I’ll give you a ride to your car. Maybe we can find the path you took and locate the broken fence, too.”
Um.” She eyed Sorrowful from head to rump. “Just where am I going to ride?”
In front of me. Put your camera in your backpack.”
How do I know you won’t steal it? How will I know you won’t do anything to me?”
Lady, if I’d wanted to hurt you, I could have done it while you were out cold. I don’t attack helpless women.” Why did he want to push her buttons? It normally wasn’t his way. “I let them attack me.” Not that had been the case since taking over raising his siblings, but she didn’t need to know that. “Besides, I didn’t even touch you.”
A blush crept up her neck to her face. “I wouldn’t know if you did or not, but you don’t have to be so crass about it.”
Lady, when I see a bare ass, I call it a bare ass. What am I supposed to call it, an exposed gluteus maximus?”
Her lips twitched, then flattened. Had she been about to laugh?
I suppose you’re right. You’ve been nothing but a gentleman.” She set her bag on the ground, slid the camera inside, then zipped it up.
Give me your tri-pod.” After a moment’s hesitation, she gave it to him. He tied it to his saddlebag.
What am I supposed to do with my backpack?” She shaded her eyes to look up at him. “That saddle seems a bit small.”
That was a good question. It certainly wouldn’t fit in his saddlebag, and it would bang around too much if he tied it to the side.
You can hold it in front of you.” He held out his hand to help her up. She didn’t move a muscle. Shit. Was she scared? “Have you ever been on a horse before?” It would be just his luck to rescue a city slicker who was petrified of horses.
Trudy slammed her hands at her waist. “Yes, I’ve been on a horse before, just not with another person. I’m not sure how we’re going to do this.” Her eyes narrowed. “And before I get on a horse with you and ride off, I’d like to know your name.”
Lincoln dismounted. “Lincoln Phister.” He pulled off his leather work glove and stuck out his hand. “My friends call me Link.”

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About Our Focus Author: 
     Tina Susedik is a multi-published author with books in both fiction and non-fiction, including history, children’s, and military books. Her favorite is writing romance stories where her characters live happily ever after. She lives in Northwestern Wisconsin and is a member of Romance Writers of American, Wisconsin Romance Writers of America, and Published Authors Network. She has been married for forty-four years, has two children, five grandchildren. In her spare time she loves to hike, bike, camp, read, garden, and scrapbook.
     This is her nineteenth published book, but her first book with the Hell Yeah! Series, but she has plans for at least three more.

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Thursday, May 25, 2017

Focus: Rachel Brimble's Her Hometown Redemption

Wild Women Focus on Rachel Brimble’s latest from her Templeton Cove series out of Harlequin Publishers, Her Hometown Redemption.

She's back to right her wrongs. 

When Tanya Todd returns to Templeton Cove, she knows better than to expect a warm welcome. She burned a few bridges on her way out of town, and making amends won't be easy. First on her list is the man whose heart she carelessly shattered, Liam Browne. 

Seeing the successful criminal lawyer after all these years, Tanya is interested in more than just Liam's forgiveness. As they work together to bring the man who hurt her sister to justice, the attraction between them sizzles. Suddenly Tanya's second chance could include a future with Liam…if she can prove she's changed.

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Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Focus on: Shari Elder's Unnatural Allies

Unnatural Allies . . . 

A World in Transition
Violent fae encroachment on shifter land is heating up. With death tolls rising, the impossible becomes necessary – an alliance among predator and prey shifters.

An Inconceivable Love
Nicca Baron, lone wolf and wolf clan beta, finds herself under the command of Evan Grant, the rat alpha.  In different circumstances, he’d be dinner. Or so her wolf keeps reminding her.  Evan proves to be a perceptive leader, a skilled fighter and irresistible to her lonely heart.

To rule the rats, you have to rule the pack. Evan is a whiz at managing people and groups. Until he finds himself leading a mission made up of every single large animal that thrives on rat flesh. And not the kind between his legs.  The only bright light is Nicca. Her storm gray eyes miss nothing, her brilliant mind comprehends everything and her succulent curves offer the perfect place for a rat to nestle.

An Impossible Future
In each other’s arms, Nicca and Evan discover love and a new perspective in an off-kilter world. But a wolf cannot mate with a rat, no matter the strength of the human attraction.


Evan had never seen Nicca look frightened before. Those silver eyes expanded into saucers, and they were still beautiful. He wanted to wrap her in his arms, just hold her close as they both tried to process a world spinning out of control. Even his rat wanted to comfort her.
She was getting under skin and fur.
The last leaves hung limp on the branches, resisting winter’s pull. Away from the sidhe, the air had warmed, although the sky retained a grayish winter hue. Shifter bodies held heat, keeping them comfortable in the most brutal frost. Evan burned hot from continuous movement, the too frequent adrenaline spikes, and Nicca’s nearness. Everything about her fit, like she was made for him. That agile mind, open-mindedness, those lush curves. Hell, she even spouted poetry. He yearned to put a sign around her neck—no trespassing, this woman belongs to Evan Grant.
Except for that whole wolf thing…
Why don’t we find a comfortable place to set up camp near Fairy Falls and call it a day?” he said to get his mind back to practical things, not wishing for something he couldn’t have. He told himself he selected the location as part of the mission. All species declared the pristine, wild falls a safe zone, so they wouldn’t need the wolves or eagles to stand guard. The fact that it was the number one rated site for shifter romances had nothing to do with the selection. Nothing at all.
No one would ever accuse Nicca of talking too much, but she was withdrawn even for her on the hike to the Falls. “Any suggestions on places to sleep?” he asked when her silence got too loud for him.
I’ve, uh, never really been here,” she whispered, looking at the ground. “Just run by it on patrols sometimes.”
And that makes you sad?” He itched to run his hand down her cheek.
This mission makes me sad.” Her gaze stayed lowered as she walked.
His rat senses perceived a deep despondency wrapped around her like a black aura.
This mission makes you angry, anxious, and confused. Not sad.”
Who are you to correct my assessment of my emotional state?” She gave him a half-hearted snarl. He figured he’d hit an open, raw nerve.
I lead this mission, and I will not have you fall apart on me. Right now, you are not okay.” He opened his arm, aping Rafe’s earlier action, inviting her to him to take comfort. “Let me help.” Let me touch you.
She visibly shook herself, ignoring his outstretched limb. “You’re right. I need space. Let me run as wolf.”
He dropped his hand, then nodded to cover the ripping sound his heart was making. “Stay close,” he said over the lump of disappointment lodged in his throat. “Give me your backpack, and I’ll find a place to sleep. Meet me at the falls when you’re done.”
Relief brightened her eyes. Once shifted, she brushed against his leg, then licked at his hand dangling by his side. He ran his fingers through her thick, gray fur touched with black and silver as she trotted off. “Grab some happy, Nicca,” he said into the air, as she raced out of sight. Come back to me. Accept me.
Alone, he hummed as he walked toward the falls. The low tune soothed his skittish rat, who hated being alone and wasn’t too fond of the woods. Rats felt secure in the pack. The human in him appreciated the red gold of the sunset streaking across the powder blue of the sky, weaving in and out of spiky, hunter green firs that ate up the landscape. Beauty truly did soothe an aching heart. The whirr of winter birds, a chorus to his ears, unnerved the rat. He picked up his pace, following the smell of ice and the roar of the falling water.
When he arrived at the falls, he saw Nicca standing at the edge of the descending water, running her fingers through the stream. That sadness he’d sensed earlier scented the air and dulled those unique gray eyes. Following a powerful intuition, he approached quietly, staying upwind so she wouldn’t notice until he stood directly behind her. She may have rejected his offer of support earlier, but he was determined to try again. His way.
She turned to face him, and tilted her head up to meet his gaze. He pushed behind one ear a lock of hair that was draped along her cheek. The tresses felt like silk, the skin velvet against his fingertips.
He leaned over, touching lips to lips ever so gently. Giving comfort. Sneaking a taste. Exploring what might be. She pressed back, her mouth opening slightly beneath his. He sank into cherry and cinnamon, shyness and heat. She didn’t require a friend; she needed a lover. He desperately wanted to be that man.
He pulled back, falling hard for the blush staining her cheeks a bright pink.
Follow me,” he said, taking her hand, and led her to the camping spot he noticed along the way.
To love a wolf.

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About our focus author, Shari Elder:

Hello, I'm Shari. By day, I crawl out of bed, mainline coffee, walk the dog, get my kid off to school, hop on the metro, and save cities within the four walls of my office. Usually by email.

At night, the other Shari emerges.  I take off the suit, curl up on the couch and let my imagination play, with words and images until stories take shape (while periodically checking on my teen-ager, hiding out in the bedroom and plotting world domination with her furry minions).  As my alter ego, I save cities in a cape and spangled tights, wander space and time on a surfboard, fly over the Himalayas on feathered wings, make six-toed footprints in indigo talc snow on the sixth planet in the Andromeda galaxy or eavesdrop on Olympian gods while pretending to whip up a bowl of ambrosia.

In all these wondrous worlds, romance and passion blossom. I can't resist a happy ending. And I am particularly prone to writing happy endings for those who have given up on ever getting one. That gives me immense satisfaction. 

Join me on my journey. The best ideas emerge from team work.

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Thursday, May 18, 2017

Focus on: Kryssie Fortune and Seduced By The Werewolf

After seven centuries, Elias, a former Spartan turned vampire, finds his eternal bride.

Seth, Elias’s werewolf half-brother, scents his mate.

Vampire and werewolf loathe each other. The only thing they agree on is that Tempest is their mate--and they’re not sharing.

A prophecy will force Tempest, a twenty-first-century witch, to choose between them. As the half-brothers vie to win her heart, they teach her about spanking, the way pain heightens pleasure, and the joy of multiple orgasms.

A vampire can’t survive without his fated bride. A werewolf dies if he loses his mate. Their future rests in Tempest’s hands. Which one will she choose?

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About Kryssie Fortune: 
Kryssie Fortune writes the sort of hot sexy books she loves to read. If she can sneak a dragon into her paranormal books she will. Her paranormal heroes are muscular werewolves, arrogant Fae, or BDSM loving dragons. 

Kryssie likes her contemporary heroes ex-military and dominant. Her heroines are kick ass females who can hold their own against whatever life - or Kryssie - throws at them.

Kryssie's pet hates are unhappy endings, and a series that end on a cliff hanger.
Her books are all stand alone even when part of series. Plot always comes before sex, but when her heroines and heroes get together, the sex is explosive and explicit. One review called it downright sensual

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Accepting his offer of coffee had been stupid. She knew that now. Eyes closed, she tried to picture Elias. Major fail. Her confused emotions showed Seth cradling her in his arms. She shouldn’t lust after him, not with Elias waiting for her at home.

Seth’s delicious scent—all fast-flowing rivers overlaid with the scent of ripening corn—pulled her in like a lure. His solid muscles made her want to run her hand down his torso. She loved his dimpled smile and kept stealing glances at his tempting lips. Part of her wanted to taste him right back. Damn it, I’m not a sleep-around kind of girl. With Seth, her wicked intentions punched a hole in her good-girl persona.

Determined to resist him, she shoved at his shoulder. Undeterred, he lowered his head toward hers. She ran her tongue over her lips and puckered up for him. Surely one kiss—one tiny taste—won’t hurt.

Monday, May 15, 2017

Wild Women Focus on: Lisabet Serai's Damned If You Do

Sometimes romance can be hell.

In Damned If You Do, heroine Wendy Dennison signs a diabolical contract, exchanging her soul for commercial success as an erotic romance author. She only agrees to this bargain, however, after the mysterious Mister B explains that she must also accept him as her sexual Master.

Wendy has dreamed of erotic submission all her adult life. Her books celebrate the ecstatic connection between Dom and sub. However, aside from a brief, soul-searing relationship in her youth, she has no real BDSM experience. When Mister B offers her the chance to live out her most cherished fantasies, she cant refuse. His promise of best seller status is not enough to sway her, but the lure of surrender is too powerful to ignore.

Interested? Here's an excerpt from Damned If You Do:

The limo deposited her in front of her little house and floated away. A bit weary from the lengthy ordeal at the salon, Wendy almost tripped over the figure sitting on her front steps.

Dan! What are you doing here?

Her agent looked rumpled and haggard. He didnt even bother to stand, though his eyes were hungry as he surveyed her.

You dont answer my calls. You ignore my emails. I figured the only way I could get through to you was to show up at your door.

Emails? I havent heard from you in months! I figured you were mad at me…”

Every day, Wendy. Ive sent you a message every single day. Ive called again and again. That damned personal assistant of yours answers every time.He rose to his feet finally, looking around with a scowl.Where is the bastard, anyway?

IumIm not sure. I think hes doing some errands.She rummaged in her bag for her key.Come inside. Well talk.

No. You come with me.He grabbed her sleeve, pulling her down the walkway toward a gray Taurus with a Steelers Rent-a-Car decal parked across the street.Youve got to get away from that guy. Hes dangerous.

Dangerous? What are you talking about? Hes been great for my career.

Dan grabbed her shoulders and shook her, hard.Wake up, Wendy! Hes got you under some kind of spell. Youve become a totally different person.

She tore herself free.Yeah, I have. Instead of being a loser, Im finally a successful author.

Youve cut yourself off from everyone. I got an email from Jenna the other day. You do remember Jenna, right? Your old friend Jenna Martin? She was worried. Said she hadnt been able to get in touch for weeks.

Jenna. How odd. Wendy hadnt even thought about her, not since that afternoon in the coffee shop when her crit partner sent the link about Sapphire Sands. The afternoon Mister B had come into her life. In the old days, they communicated nearly every day.

Ive been busy. Busy writing.

Is that all youve been doing? That slimy character Bent loves to suggest you two have been involved in other activities…”

She tried to take his arm. He shook her off.Please, Dan, calm down. Im fine. Ive finally found my writing groove. Everything is going great.She flashed him what she hoped was a charming smile.Im going to be on the Breakfast in America show later this week.

I wondered why you were all gussied up.His bitter tone made her wince.

You should be happy for me. After all, Im making plenty of money for you, too!

Forget about money for once. What about feelings?He grabbed her with both hands, pulled her close and held her tight against his body.

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Lisabet Sarai writes the most beautiful erotic prose. Her stories tease at the senses and transport you to a world of sexual pleasure.~ Desiree Holt, queen of BDSM erotic romance and author of Forward Pass

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LISABET SARAI occasionally tackles other genres, but BDSM will always be her first love. Every one of her nine novels includes some element of power exchange, while her D/s short stories range from mildly kinky to intensely perverse.

Youll find information and excerpts from all Lisabets books on her website (, along with more than fifty free stories and lots more.

At her blog Beyond Romance (, she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors.

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