~ Six-Pack Stud-a-thon Bloghop & Giveaway!~

WELCOME TO THE SIX-PACK STUD-A-THON BLOGHOP!

When Lea Barrymire contacted me to see if I would be interested in joining in the fun for this bloghop, I said HELL YES! Now, for any of you that are friends with me on Facebook, you know that I post...inspirational pictures all the time. Purely for research purposes, of course. *wink wink*

But for this bloghop I wanted to give you a little insight on how I create the men in my books. I love alpha males who are rough, tough and can get the job done. But they can't just be pretty faces with rock-hard abs. My guys have a code that they follow. Each of them has a deep sense of honor and, no matter what...they know how to love.

Heroes can come in a variety of forms. He could be a hot super-secret spy, the boy-next-door or even an alien from another planet. Because you'd have to read my books to see exactly what I'm talking about when it comes to my men and their personalities, I will give you a little peek at what inspires me about their hot bodies. What a man is like on the inside might make you stick around, but first impression are just as important for attraction. 

What catches your eye first? 

Is it a man's eyes, his arms or his ass?

I am doing a giveaway of my latest release, Cross Point, and another book of of your choice from my backlist. The rules? All you need to do is leave your email and a comment in the section below on this blog and tell me what body part makes you weak in the knees. I know it's hard to decide, so I will give you some examples of what gets my heart racing!

ABS

Okay, I have to start out with SEXY abs. What is better than running your hands down the hard planes of a man's rock-hard body? Nothing. Well, maybe using your tongue instead of your hands might work better...

All my IAD Agent as well as my other heroes have hard bodies. Why? Do you really need to ask after looking at this? ====>

EYES

Some say that eyes are the doorway to the soul. Can a man melt you into a puddle of goo with one look?

Whether they are gun-metal gray like my IAD Agent Jason MacBain or glowing gold like my Arcadians, eyes can make a powerful impact.

BACK

Admit it. When you wrap your arms around your man and you feel the muscles of his back shifting under your hands, it gives you a little thrill, doesn't it? Yeah...I thought so.

HIP BONES

When a man's pants are riding low and... I'm sorry, what was I saying?

ARMS

Strong arms can be used to close you close, to shelter and protect you. On the flip side, they can be used to defend and fight for you to keep you from harm.

Yeah, yeah. I know you can see his abs too, but are you really complaining?

ASS

I know you want to take a bite...

If you are walking behind a man with a tight ass who fills out his jeans or pants, it is definitely a turn on.

LEGS

Legs can show how powerful a man's body is. If you like muscular thighs or cut calf muscles then you know you are looking at a man's legs whether he is wearing clothes or not.

AND FINALLY...

I don't think this really needs words to explain. But let's be honest ladies...size really DOES matter!

***IN ORDER TO WIN A COPY OF MY LATEST RELEASE CROSS POINT AND ANOTHER BOOK OF YOUR CHOICE FROM MY BACKLIST, LEAVE A COMMENT AND YOUR EMAIL IN THE SECTION BELOW ON THIS BLOG PAGE, AND TELL ME WHAT YOUR FAVORITE BODY PART IS THAT MAKES YOU WEAK IN THE KNEES! THE LUCKY WINNER WILL BE ANNOUNCED AT THE END OF THE BLOG HOP ON SEPTEMBER 30TH!***

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~ Guest: The Fabulous Lorie O'Clare writing as Laurie Fitzgerald! ~

Today I have a very special guest, the fabulous Lorie O'Clare writing as Laurie Fitzgerald! Laurie has stopped by to chat and give us an inside look at her HOT new sci-fi novel. Happy Reading!

Two leaders—one world—vividly sexual and graphically violent! CLAIMING TARA will excite you, entrance you, and challenge everything you believe in.

CLICK HERE TO READ THE FIRST FULL CHAPTER!

In a brand new world sprung up from the ashes, a young lady destined to lead the most dangerous race of warriors on the planet, embarks on a road of self-awareness, the Age of Searching.

As heir to all Runner clans on Nuworld, Tara knows their worst enemy is the Gothman race. A runner will be shot and killed on sight if discovered within Gothman borders. Yet they are a race Tara doesn’t understand. She decides to walk among them as one of their own.

It’s hard to believe that Gothman only train half their people to fight. How they are equally as powerful, or dangerous, as the Runners is beyond Tara’s comprehension. Gothman women are little more than property to their families or the men who claim them.

The leader of Gothman, Lord Darius, isn’t easily fooled. He knows there is a Runner on his soil. The second he meets Tara, he knows he’s found one of the most beautiful and enticing women he’s ever met. He also sees through her charade and knows she’s a Runner.

Darius instantly claims Tara and moves her into his home. Tara is forced to oblige or risk being killed as a Runner. Being submissive isn’t as easy as Tara thought. Taming Tara is much harder to do than Darius originally believed. As their attraction for each other grows, so does their willingness to admit that as enemies, they have a very dangerous problem.

What follows is sexually erotic, a power play between two people convinced they can tame the other, and a scandalous adventure that will test your beliefs, your scruples, and your heart.

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Check for updates and to see a list of LORIE O'CLARE and LAURIE FITZGERALD'S other books at: Laurie Fitzgerald's Website 

~ Symposium: I Put a Spell On You! ~

Hello Everyone! Welcome to my September Symposium! 

In honor of Friday the 13th, I asked my friends and fellow authors if they had any writing rituals or superstitions they follow. Find out what fun (and sometimes weird) rituals these authors have when writing!

LAURIE ROMA: Okay, everyone might think they don’t have any rituals, but we all do…even if it’s just little things. For example, in order to work on any story I have to have a good working title first or else the words just won’t come. I always have a diet coke on hand (or wine when needed) and either the TV or music on in the background. I can lose myself for hours when I’m into a scene and tend to write better at night, although this leads to the issue of me watching the sun come up and saying “Shit! What time is it?” way too often. I’m also one of crazy authors that has several WIPs at any given moment, but I prioritize based on what story I’m feeling most. 

Former IAD agent Katrina “Trinity” Cross is in desperate need of a vacation. When a friend asks for a personal favor, Trinity agrees to fly to the island of Sunset Point, only to find that things in paradise aren’t what they seem…

Jackson Stone is a man who likes regulation and order, but when Katrina Cross arrives on his island, life as he knows it'll never be the same.

Falling behind schedule is not allowed in Maxwell King’s orderly world. Missing money, cheap materials, and a dead foreman top of the list of his problems, but nothing shakes him more than the sexy siren that sets his body on fire…

As the investigation heats up, Maxwell and Jackson both fall for Trinity, but she can’t choose between the uptight corporate mogul and the rough and ready police lieutenant. Can she find a way to keep them both, or will their love become a casualty at the Cross Point?

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NJ WALTERS: I didn’t think I had any writing rituals until I started to really think about it, but I do have a few. I write first thing in the morning after I check my email and social media, before the day gets too busy and my mind gets too cluttered. I slide into my chair and desk, which is in a corner of the living room and go to work. The computer I do all my writing on isn’t connected to the internet. That way I’m not tempted to do anything else but write. I need quiet to write. Music distracts my attention. I get into the zone when I write and any kind of noise pulls me out of it. I also have a mug of water next to me, but I set it on the floor beside my desk. I’m always afraid of spilling something on my keyboard.

Once upon a time, a writer woke up in the middle of her own book…

Araminta Davidson has arrived. After giving up her librarian job to be a full-time writer, all those lonely nights alone with her cat and her keyboard have paid off. She’s been invited to participate in one of the biggest reader appreciation weekends—as a professional author.

She can’t imagine her life getting any more exciting than that…until she accidentally releases a sexy, shapeshifting, immortal warrior from a five-thousand-year-old curse.

Finally free of his carousel prison, lion shifter Leander is determined not to let Hades lure him to the dark side in a quest for world domination. Nor will he give the delectable Araminta up to the clutches of the dark one. If they can survive twenty-four hours—and somehow resist losing themselves completely in the sexual haze threatening to swallow them up—the curse will be permanently broken.

But the clock is ticking, the heat is rising…and only the ultimate sacrifice will save them both.

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LORIE O'CLARE: So, it's Friday the 13th and I'm sitting down to write. Now I always make sure my lavender is in porous ceramic bowls evenly spaced from me around my room. I light three orange candles and stare at each one until the flame burns strong. I stand in the middle of my room and chant:"Muse of art, Muse of thought. I summon your power and your light. Guide my hand in this creative rite." Now since I'm not superstitious, on Friday the 13th I do none of these things, since Friday the 13th was initially believed to be "irregular" and not "unlucky". I'd hate to make my muse irregular--then I'd never know when it's her time of the month!

Jarvis Alger must be out of his mind. The most despised breed of werewolf just crossed his path and she is so damn hot he can’t quit thinking about her.

Katrin Keller is actually only half Malta werewolf, a breed that endured genocide and is hated by all other werewolves. The law doesn’t care about her half-breed status, and they are after her. It’s so easy to fall for Jarvis when he doesn’t seem to care about her mixed breeding. The sex between them is so amazing she’s willing to try acts she’s never tried before.

The danger escalates, Katrin is forced to run. Jarvis runs with her, swearing to love and protect her. When their life in hiding is threatened, Jarvis assures Katrin they’ll be safe as long as she suppresses her Malta werewolf side.

Katrin is torn between the man she loves and the heritage she doesn’t want to ignore. Katrin fears she’ll have to choose between Jarvis and the very blood that runs through her. As their passion grows, Katrin is aware of one thing--she’s willing to fight for both.

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ZAYNE MICHAELS: I’m not sure if you’d call it a superstition, but I tend to become overly obsessed with my titles. I can’t even begin a story unless I have a working title. I’ll likely change it half a dozen times before I finish the book, but the words just won’t flow without something on the title page. For me, the title is the starting point, and if I can’t come up with at least a temporary place holder, I stress that the story itself will crash and burn. I am, however, very superstitious where my muse is concerned. When I finish one book, I never start the next story straight away. No matter how eager I am to get started, I force myself to take at least two days to “wipe the slate clean.” Otherwise, I’m convinced I will simply be writing the same story with the names changed to protect the innocent.

Declan Collins never wanted to be a vampire. He certainly never wanted to be a pawn in his Maker’s games of cat and mouse. When their hunt for a rare and elusive breed of werewolf leads them straight to Declan’s mate, however, it’s game over.

Lincoln Chastain never imagined the infamous Red Siren would turn out to be his intended. He can’t deny the attraction between them, but nor can he allow a pretty face to distract him from his quest for retribution. 

Sometimes, things aren’t as black and white as they seem and finding the truth will come with a price. Will the secrets they discover give the mated pair the happy ending they desire? Or will the lies and greed of others destroy them before they’ve even started?

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SOPHIE OAK: I suppose every writers has them. I have some odd ones and it depends on the time of day. Every day (at least five days a week) I go to my apartment. It’s about ten minutes from my house, but it gives me the solitude I need. I prefer to write in the mornings with a cup of coffee – or four. I tend to listen to either classic music or 30s and 40s music like Billie Holliday. I write in fifteen minute sprints because my arms, neck and back get really tense if I sit for too long. I keep a note pad and a gel pen (yes, it has to be a gel pen) at my side and I write down how many words I get for each fifteen minutes. I have a daily must meet count of 3000 words. If it’s nighttime? Yeah, I have to have wine. I don’t really get much done at night. But I do have fun…

What happens after happily ever after?

It’s the event of the year. The wedding of Leo and Wolf Meyer to their beautiful sub, Shelley McNamara, has all of Bliss up in arms—and makes everyone think about love and marriage and family.

Wolf and Leo have to deal with the sudden reappearance of their father. Rafe Kincaid is handed an opportunity that might take him and his family away from Bliss. Aidan, Lexi, and Lucas O’Malley find themselves at a crossroads in their marriage. And Stefan Talbot must face his biggest fear—possibly losing his wife in childbirth.

So come to the Feed Store Church, pick a seat, and enjoy the chaos as all your favorite characters from Texas Sirens and Nights in Bliss, Colorado, come together for one eventful weekend. 

And some of them may never be the same again.

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FLYNN EIRE: I do like my rituals, and prepare in a way that limits the distractions. First, at the beginning of the day, I make sure I reread the last scene(s) from the day before and my leave off notes, then I walk away so I have a fresh head before the writing begins. Then when I come back, I make sure Marius’s bed is clear so he’ll lay down and leave mom alone. I’ve used the bathroom before I start, have a fresh drink, battery is charged or laptop plugged in if I’m on that computer for the day, and phone is on vibrate. I hit the timer for forty-five minutes and start. When it goes off, I finish that sentence or thought, write a couple of bullet points of what I had planned next, force myself to stop, and walk away. That way, I not only can’t wait to come back and pick up where I’ve left off, but I’ve had time to think of more without being solely focused on what I was doing...not what comes next. Like I said. I’m boring.

The youngest and one of the smallest of his malamute siblings, Chicago Niska is a computer genius with a knack for getting his virtual fingers into any system he wants. While trying to finagle his way out of one tricky situation he and his family are already in by getting information their leaders want, he stumbles across something that will bring the country, if not the world, to a crashing end. 

Now if they can just get what he found to the right people without getting killed in the process.

On the run across the country to the Paranormal Parliament in the hopes of helping all supernatural kind, he and his older brothers don’t have many options for refuge when every law enforcement agency is after them. There’s only one group in the area that has the power and protection they need to shake the heat… And it’s the one place where there seems to be a great deal of history between two of his brothers and the one vouching for them. 

But is the price for the help they need more than they’re willing to pay?

Family always comes first to Chicago, so he makes a deal with the devil, and a few vampires on the side, to get the help they need to survive the mission ahead. And after a night of passion and a fantasy come true, Chicago has allies he never dreamed of—one even willing to risk his life, joining their mission to spark a relationship with Chicago. There’s not time for love when you’re trying to save the world though… Is there?

Things never go as planned, and instead of finding the man of his dreams, Chicago realizes he might end up with a broken heart at the end of the journey. It seems silly to worry about that though when millions of lives are at stake if they don’t get the information he found to the right people. Funny how Chicago can’t seem to focus on much else given it’s his first love and his family will probably live with Aurelo’s coven… If they’re still alive by the time they reach their leaders.

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SUSAN HAYES: My writing time is divided between eking out what words I can during the quiet hours of my day job, and the bulk of my time spent in my office at home. Since the only real ritual I have at work when writing is to drink coffee and glare at the phone every time it rings (inevitably during a sex scene) I’ll focus on home. My office is my sanctuary. It’s cluttered, overcrowded and filled with the trappings of my life. Books, a television that MUST be on for background noise, my cat’s perch and a lot of empty cans of Red Bull. At the foot of my desk is a shiatsu foot massager. That’s my ritual. Red Bull, massaged toes, fuzzy socks and comfy clothes. Oh yes, and cookies. If I don’t feed the muse, she’s a right bitch to deal with. I can write without these things, but  I’d rather not.

Lexa Fox lost her childhood the day her mother took her and fled Sunset Point. Twenty-three years later, she’s returning to claim her inheritance from a father she barely remembers, in a place she doesn’t belong.

Detectives Beau Rivers and Diego Mendez grew up in ménage families and always knew they’d be a trio if they could find the right woman. They’d found her once, but fate took her out of their lives long before they were old enough to stake their claim. No woman since has ever managed to live up to their memories of Lexa, so when fate brings their childhood sweetheart back into their lives, they do everything they can to convince their gray-eyed, world-weary beauty to stay.

There are dangers to be faced and enemies to overcome, but in the end it’s up to her men to show her that some hearts never give up hope, and some loves have no Breaking Point.

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CHLOE LANG: Me…superstitious? I’m unashamed of the ritual I follow. What’s wrong with that? Professional sports players practice the same. What I wouldn’t give to get in the locker room and ask them what theirs are. *evil grin* I’m drifting off topic, aren’t I? Mine is simple and singular. Every morning, I first read from a plaque Sophie Oak gave me long ago. It’s a quote by Winston Churchill. “Courage is what it takes to stand up and speak.” Weird? Maybe. Self-doubt is my worst enemy, but this saying helps me. Deep in my soul I’m a storyteller. I fall in love with the characters and places of my imagination. Their stories are part of me, part of my very soul. Each has been born from my experiences and those around me. Though they are flawed (as am I) they deserve happiness. I choose to be courageous and tell their stories, conquering my doubt and listening to the infinite possibilities that surround me.    

Erica Coleman’s abduction unearths painful memories from her childhood. There are evil men lurking in the shadows, hoping to crush Erica and everyone in her hometown. Brothers Dylan and Cam Strange must save her from the killers and also from her past.

Dylan’s own demons are ripping him apart from the inside out. He doesn’t believe he deserves someone as wonderful as Erica. Knowing she’s in danger, he begins teaching her to defend herself. Even though he knows it would be best to leave her, he just can’t bring himself to do it.

Cam has been in love with Erica for years. There’s no man he respects more than his brother, Dylan. He’s always believed that one day, he and Dylan would share Erica. That time has come. He senses the pain in the pair and understands the only way for them to heal is to be together—the three of them.

Will this trio choose love or will evil triumph destroying them all?

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LEA BARRYMIRE: I wish I had a ritual. It's more like a mad dash to some location within the house where the feral kidlets can't find me. :) Once I'm hidden behind a locked or barricaded door I usually pull out the good ol' laptop and hope I have enough time to open the doc before the first knocks start. Okay, it isn't that bad, but it feels like it. I don't do anything specific when I write, but if I hit a rough point or the muse isn't talking I take a trip the store. I need Twizzlers and Diet Coke to loosen the tongue of my fickle muse sometimes. If it really goes south I grab a bag of peanut butter M&M's. That little bit of chocolate and candy shell does the trick most of the time.

Fated Mates, Incorporated- The premiere dating service company. They promise to find that perfect someone within three pairings.

Alicia prides herself on the chocolate confections she creates. But running her own business leaves her lonely. When someone pays for her to have a month's services from Fated Mates, Inc. she can't pass up the opportunity and waits impatiently for her first match to contact her.

When Justin walks into her store, Sweet Success, she can't help but melt like the finest of Belgian chocolates.

Naughtiness abounds with melted chocolate, sprinkles and other sticky fun...

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MELODY SNOW MONROE: At the top of each manuscript, I have not only the names of all the characters in my book (so I don’t forget and call the hero Gabe in one chapter and Gage in the next—not that I’ve done that—hangs head in shame), but each day I list my word count. Throughout the day I add to it. Actually, I’m quite obsessive. I write a page or two, check the word count, and change my total. My goal is usually 4000 words and they get added about 250 words at a time. I find that when I break my goal into tiny bite size pieces it’s easy—or rather easier. 

Military man Harper Anderson should be able to control himself. Hell, his life depended on it many times. But Holly Morganton is so damn caring and sexy that she makes him lose all sense of what’s right and wrong. She’s a siren who’s tempting him to forget his love for his murdered wife—and he hates that.

Conner Gillespie, Harper’s cousin and casino co-owner, knows Holly is the perfect woman for them. While she’s shy about her lack of curves, she’s a listener, and he’s certain she’s the one to show Harper that life’s worth living again.

Holly, a computer geek, is blown away by the fact that two hunky casino owners find her attractive, so why then does Harper keep pushing her away when she tries to help him move on? When they take her passion to new heights, she vows to do whatever it takes to earn their love.

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TATUM THRONE: *excited waves* Thanks for having me on today, Laurie! I’m a creature of habit when it comes to writing. I grab my coffee, drop the boys at school, and I’m at my desk by 9:00 a.m. It is a ritual that I rarely deviate from. If I do, it’s due to my boys needing me. I love having noise on in the background as I work. Usually, it’s live court drama. I love a real life story of seduction and betrayal. I am superstitious. I love it when a place I visit has a magical feel. Especially, when I see and feel a story unfold within my mind. I’m not a big believer in coincidence. I love the idea that fate nudges us in the right direction. Listen to me! Nudges! *laughs* Sometimes we’re given a swift kick in the butt!

As an American Sign Language interpreter and certified expert in nonverbal communication, Cole Vanstone’s job is to facilitate communication for a SWAT instructor. Life suddenly changes when he’s thrown into a SWAT standoff as lead negotiator. Forced to make a call in the field he’s unprepared for, Cole knows he’s in over his head.

Master K-9 Officer and tactical instructor Bane Duncan’s job is to train Cole for future SWAT interactions. Bane quickly discovers that there is nothing ordinary about Cole. He’s smart, sexy, cocky, and completely alone. Bane is a Dom, and he wants Cole as his sub.

Cole can’t hide how he feels about Bane when they are together, but he’s not about to make the first move. One fiery kiss leads to an affair that spins both of their lives out of control. Cole has fallen for Bane, but knows they can never be together. Will Cole tell Bane how he feels before it’s too late?

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HENNESSEE ANDREWS: Wow, what a day! I am not superstitious when writing, but I do have certain rituals I follow. First, I don’t write with the lights on. No, no light except for my computer screen. I think this allows me to focus on what’s important, or maybe I just like the dark. Second, I write most when the world is asleep, especially in my own house! Third, I sit back and summon my characters while taking a deep, relaxing breath. I try to clear my mind of the daily clutter; kids, housework, you name it, I clear it. Of course I have a favorite beverage, depending on the day of the week. Friday calls for the works and my muse is quite active!

Being sequestered on Sunset Point Island is the least of Lane Erikson’s worries. Being a witness to a murder may be her demise. What does one do when a network of FBI wanted criminals are looking to kill you? You run like hell, even it’s to a place you’ve never heard of. 

Dane Hutchinson, local tattoo artist, sets his sights on winning Lane’s affection and sharing her with Bannock Garrison, Sunset Point police officer. Bannock never wanted a ménage relationship, even though his parents have lived a happy life in one. The idea of sharing a woman bothers him, but losing Dane’s friendship bothers him more. 

As the relationship begins to soar with possibilities, Lane is faced with her world crashing down again and her life hangs in the balance. Can Bannock and his colleagues save the day? More importantly, can Bannock overcome his distrust for women and allow Lane into his heart and share her with his best friend?

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ERIKA REED: It’s funny to see all the different quirks and rituals authors have when they write. I myself have to have the house quiet in order to concentrate without distractions. After my daughters have gone to school and my husband has left for work, I can then sit down in the office with my laptop and get into my current WIP. I enjoy listening to soft rock music playing in the background of my living room, so it’s not too loud as I write. I like to have a glass of some type of an iced drink on my desk, with a lid and straw, so I don’t spill. I make sure that my iPad is next to me in case I have to look something up. If I need a little inspiration, I may send a text or a naughty picture to my husband at work. *wink* 

When Amber Green is offered a new job and a chance to move to a tropical paradise, she says yes and packs her bags, leaving her old life behind. Or so she thinks…

Millionaire Reid Sullivan is a widower who is immediately intrigued by Amber, and offers the beautiful woman a job to work for him as his live-in housekeeper after hearing she needs a place to stay.

Dante DeSoto is a hard-ass detective from Chicago whose investigation leads him to Sunset Point after the sudden death of Amber’s ex-boyfriend. Upon meeting the gentle beauty, he is convinced of Amber's innocence. Dante decides to stay on the island so that he and Reid can help protect her.

Both men want Amber, but they’re going to have to find a way to share. With old demons and new dangers dogging them every step of the way, the three lovers will have to fight for the happily ever after they long to share.

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SHAE SHANNON: Hello and thank you to the awesomely super dooper sweet Laurie for including me!  This topic is great.  Unfortunately, My writing rituals have no cool features like Voo Doo dolls, Tarot cards, or rubbing the belly of a fat and still humorous-after-all-these-years troll dolls.  With three kids and husband, writing time is mostly late at night.  The only items that I have to have are my Tigger pillow pet and a soft spot perched in the corner of the couch.  On those nights my muse wants to be a catty witch and not cooperate, I find a glass of wine, or for those more stubborn nights a Captain and Coke work great to get the words flowing.  Sex scenes are a little different.  I CAN NOT write hot sex while I am on my “woman time”.  That week is specifically reserved for fight scenes and violent bad guy characters only.  And, the time I regret not owning an actual Voo Doo doll…. 

EmmaLee Anderson has grown up in a small town. Her family life was rough growing up, and the Dennison’s immediately took her in as one of their own. The boys had always come to her rescue, and ran off every boy within a 500 mile radius. They were the big brothers she never had.

Bad luck finally gets the best of EmmaLee. When things look hopeless and impossible, her knights in black Stetsons waltz in and fix the world by taking her back to the ranch where she belongs. What they hadn’t anticipated was the sexy woman she had become that replaced the gawky, lanky girl they had grown up with.

When temperatures rise and feelings bubble to the surface, Jase, Lyndon, and Dixon fight an inner battle of what is right and what they want.

One night out sends a bad relationship to smack her in the face, literally. After a little ‘counsling’ session by the Dennison clan, they assume he has learned the error of his ways. Revenge comes back in a nasty, sick plan of murder and kidnapping, threatening the one they hold dearest. The boys round up the family in a manhunt of vengeance and guns to save their country princess.

Can she pull through from the brutal beating and win the love of the three that have captured her heart since pig tails and mud pies?

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DIXIE LYNN DWYER: I suppose if I analyze some of my little habits before beginning a new manuscript, I could see them as superstitions or just plain obsessive- compulsive behavior. Before every story begins, an idea emerges. Believe it or not, I can picture exactly what my heroes must look like, right down to their facial expressions, and quirky little habits. The slightly lazy eye while they’re taking in the sight of their woman for the very first time. The twitch of their lips as they bite their tongue while dirty little ideas run rampant through their sexy heads. And so I search for them. I find their picture, tweak them best I can when they aren’t perfect, and enhance them in the story. I close my eyes and envision my characters in my head, and feel the depth of their emotions. I pin those pictures up on the wall and glance at them, imagining them in action as I describe their moves. Add in a bowl of M&M candies, a cup of coffee in the morning, a glass of red wine in the evening, set on their special coasters, and I’m ready to get down and dirty with the keyboard…. “Dixie Style”.

Nash and Riker blame themselves for their lover’s death after losing her during an investigation. Now retired Federal Agents and entrepreneurs, they’re billionaires, and their club is turning into a dive. They try to fill their empty hearts with money, women, and even alcohol, but it’s no use, they can’t let go of the past.

Chastity Malone is hired to help Riker and Nash Riley, two sexy twins with attitude. She’s reserved and untrusting, with a past and heartache of her own. By coincidence, their pasts collide, bringing them trouble and testing their fate in one another.

Chastity is threatened and assaulted. She is submerged in a web of lies by coincidence.

Riker and Nate must forget about the past and filter through the lies to save the one woman that completes them. But they didn’t count on one obsessed ex lover, an unsolved case, challenges to their faith, and a woman so strong, so determined to prove her innocence, she’s ready to die to prove it.

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MARLA MONROE: When it comes to writing, I’ve been blessed to never have a lack of something to write. In fact, I can’t stop it long enough to get it all down. I usually keep two to three manuscripts open at all times and a blank page just for those ideas that crop up in the middle of something it doesn’t belong in. I can write just about anywhere as long as I have a measure of quiet. I can’t listen to music because then I get an idea from it that sends me off in another direction and I’d never get anything done. I have to keep my blinds closed on my window so I don’t get caught up in the hunting practices of my cats or start thinking about what devious things my across the street neighbor is up to. Give me my hunky man pics and a comfortable chair and I’m set to go.

What will it take for three strong personalities to learn to give in a little and let love work its magic? Alpha’s newest family is about to find out. Jeff Davis and Scott Tibbs’s new wife has finally arrived, and after years of waiting, neither man is ready to give over their control.

Megan Turner has struggled all her life to get people to take her seriously. As one of the youngest female members of the elite scientific community working on the problems plaguing a dying Earth, she’s fought to get her ideas and solutions recognized. Now she is finally on planet Alpha with her new husbands and feels as if her fight has only just begun.

Between trying to acclimate to a new way of life and learning about her new husbands, Megan feels ill prepared. With the various strange illnesses and injuries the people of Alpha have had to deal with, they are also finding that their children are not at all what they seem.

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JAN BOWLES: I usually write first thing in the morning, but before I can do anything I have to drink two cups of HOT tea. My mind just won't function without them! Once I've finished a writing session, I make sure I have the file containing my WIP stashed safely away. I send it to Dropbox - an online storage place, and also to two USB devices plugged permanently into my computer. My laptop may look like it has been infested by weird aliens who are sucking the life from it, but I have to make sure that I don't lose anything. Losing a file with days and days of work is my worst nightmare. I lost a whole plot outline for a new story once, and I don't want that happening again. I'm guessing I'm not the only one going overboard on saving their manuscript. Words are an authors blood, sweat, and tears, and we can't afford to lose any of them.

At thirty-six, Cole Rossi has found the perfect submissive in Jessica Summers. The twenty-eight-year-old beauty is sexy, witty, and more than a little mischievous. She has been his to worship, discipline, and adore for the last three years, and he can't imagine life without her. 

Master Cole is everything Jessica could possibly wish for in a dominant. He’s powerful and caring, and has placed his diamond collar around her neck as a symbol of his love, respect, and commitment to her. 

However, when Quinn Sutherland, Jessica’s former master, returns to Club Submission for the first time in four years, their idyllic D/s relationship is thrown into turmoil. There was always bad blood between the two men, and Cole is well aware that nothing would give his nemesis more pleasure than taking Jessica from him.

Unsettled by events, Cole uses tough love to resolve the situation. Will his strategy work, or will it backfire and drive Jessica straight into the arms of his bitter rival?

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TYMBER DALTON: Because I have tinnitus, music—or some sort of background sound like the TV turned to the weather radar—is a must. When I’m working on a new WIP I like to have a candle lit and sometimes include incense as well, depending on my mood. And I have to have my Disney Stitch mug with my hot tea in it. My desk is situated in front of a window overlooking my back yard, although I can write anywhere if I have to. And I use Scrivener for writing, which includes a target counter. I like to hit my minimum target on word count every day, and if I don’t it reeeeallly bugs me. I do use several spiral notebooks for making initial story notes longhand, but I don’t do my writing longhand.

Sarah’s world shatters when her husband is killed in the wreck that injures her young son, Jason. Worse, Sarah discovers painful betrayals that make remaining in New York City with her hateful mother-in-law impossible. Moving home to Florida to live with her widowed father is their only option.

You can go home again, but it’s not the home she remembers. The hunky next door neighbors are also her new employers, cousins Sam and Pete Hope. She went to school with the men, but they’re all grown up. It’s soon clear they have their sights set on winning her heart.

Unfortunately, her mother-in-law doesn’t give up quite so easily. She’s determined to get Sarah and Jason back to New York by any means necessary. Despite an escape-artist steer nicknamed Moodini, asshole ninja assassin pet goats, and learning how to love again, Sarah rebuilds her and Jason’s lives and soon discovers that, just maybe, two Hopes can heal her heart better than one.  

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~ Supporting Our Troops! ~

As an author of a military romance series, I have the greatest respect for our heroes serving both here at home and overseas. Unfortunately, a lot of these brave men and women are dealing with a pressing issue that few people actually talk about...

Starting tomorrow, in conjunction with National Suicide Prevention Month, a fantastic group that runs a military website called The Rhino Den will be doing a very thought provoking series of articles regarding suicides in the military, and how we can help. 

Please stop by their website and show your support! As always, much love and thanks to the men and women who serve!

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~ Guest: The Lovely Morgan Knight! ~

Today my guest is the lovely Morgan Knight! Check out the excerpts from her new release...

Walking Into Darkness:

Samantha’s Story

As the wayward child of a sternly traditional family, Samantha yearns to break away, but life is conspiring against her. She can’t find work, and that meant swallowing her pride and asking to move back home. Things couldn’t get any worse…or so she thinks.

When a woman who looks just like Samantha comes to her and claims to be her long lost sister, Samantha’s world starts to fall apart. She has to sift through a lifetime of lies and secrets to get to the truth, and in doing so she attracts some very dangerous attention.

On her quest for answers, Samantha finds herself falling for William, a handsome and devout man who had plans of his own, including joining the priesthood. Now he’s helping her, but as temptation clashes with his calling, he has new battles of his own to fight.

As the truth is finally uncovered, Samantha learns she is part of an ancient prophesy, a prophesy that it may just cost Samantha her life…

WARNING: This book is recommended for ages 17+ due to sexual scenes.

Excerpt:

          After I took the meal orders from the group I envied, I turned, and ran smack into Father O’Keefe. I said a mental Hail Mary and made the sign of the cross in front of my chest before I comprehended what happened. I was either in shock over his presence, or surprised because my mind and body acknowledged him the way they had. “Hello, Father O’Keefe.” I stood stunned as he smiled. I never cared much for him, and I bet he liked me even less than I liked him. 

“Samantha, my daughter.” Father O’Keefe greeted me with an angelic face, but beneath his robes contained a sinner like me.

“Do you have a seating preference?” I tried to maintain some sense of professionalism when a gorgeous vision stepped from behind Father O’Keefe and took my breath away. 

“Samantha, have you ever met William? I suspect you haven’t, since you use services to catch up on your rest,” Father O’Keefe stated sarcastically. 

“Hi, nice to meet you, Samantha.” William smiled and shook my hand. 

I only nodded. My shock was getting the better of me. If I got to look at him during services, I might have stayed awake. 

Father O’Keefe could sense my attraction and immediately extinguished it. “William will be entering the priesthood and meeting his higher calling in life.” 

Hell, he could have just slapped the shit out of me, because it would have felt better than being deflated in mere seconds. I had questions, and a lot of them, but I wasn’t surprised at this point. 

“Congratulations,” I said, trying to smile. What in the world should a person say? I really wanted to give him my condolences, but the sentiment wouldn’t go over too well. Plus, Father O’Keefe would inform my father, and I’d receive yet another lecture concerning my mouth and actions. 

Motioning for them to follow, I walked ahead, trying to regain what dignity I had left. The group I served the drinks to quieted as I seated his royal highness and hello hottie next to them. The prayer, “Bless me father for I have sinned,” crossed my mind. I ruined table four’s evening. 

“What would you like to drink to start off with?” I asked, knowing I wouldn’t be hearing the word beer cross their lips. 

“Water will suffice.” Father O’Keefe replied and I wanted to gag. 

Water will suffice? Whatever. I tried to keep my fake smile plastered to my face and excused myself. I hoped the next test I’d have to endure would be walking across hot coals. Gee, somehow that sounded better then serving him did. 

I walked back to the Father’s table with two glasses of water, and I wondered why in the world he’d come to a bar and grill. People were smoking, drinking, cursing, and basically committing any number of sins inside the place. My eyes roamed over William’s angular and well-built face. He had a strong jaw, and nice plump lips that smiled at me. I blushed instantly. The room heated up quickly as I gazed into his deep chestnut eyes. They sparkled, and I almost swore I saw mischief in them. His hair resembled a super models. It was all tousled and wild. The style gave him a boyish, clean-cut appearance. Ah, yum. I fell into a trance until Father O’Keefe yanked me out with a stern clearing of his throat. 

“Oh, sorry. Would you like to start off with an appetizer?” I wanted to thump myself in the forehead for staring, and more than likely licking my lips as William grinned at me. He had the cutest dimple on his left cheek when he grinned, making my heart go pitter-patter. The magical region down low tingled.

Father O’Keefe gave me a sigh of disappointment and turned toward William, who quickly dropped his smile and straightened his posture. “Just dinner, Samantha.” He gave me a disapproving glare and rambled off his order, and William followed with his own.

When my pen stopped, I turned immediately and dashed for the kitchen. I hoped to find a wall to pound my thick head against. What was I doing by giving William the ‘come hither’ invitation with bedroom eyes? Stupid, stupid. I cursed myself as I entered the busy prep area of the kitchen. The man would be entering the priesthood, and all I wanted to do was press my lips against his firm, plump mouth. My stomach felt queasy. Gah, I was attracted to him.

Scorching Excerpt:

William gently shut the door as I kicked off my shoes. I felt him behind me and shuddered. He placed his hands on my shoulders and pressed against my back. Gentle kisses on my neck made me hum immediately. The heat from his body warmed me and I felt his hard length push into my back.

“I need you,” William whispered into my ear.

A rush of wetness built between my thighs. I allowed a soft sigh to escape when he squeezed both my breasts and flicked his thumbs over my nubs. Inside I was screaming for more. I reached around to grab hold of his hips, pulling him tighter to me. We began to move, rubbing our bodies together, taking as much pleasure as we could from just touching.

I’ve never wanted anything or anyone so much. My pulse increased and my breathing came in quick bursts. William lifted my shirt, taking it off. Without delay his hands were back on my skin. Everywhere his fingertips touched left my skin tingling. He turned me around and lowered his mouth to mine. Urgency flooded between us as our kiss became hungry. We moaned as our tongues slid together, lips pressing roughly together.

I needed to feel his skin on mine. My hands tugged his shirt from his jeans. I started to fumble with the buttons. My fingers trembled so hard I couldn’t even complete the simple task. Fuck it! I grabbed the shirt and yanked, sending buttons flying. Light pings sounded where they crashed to the floor. William growled, kissing me harder.

Our hands explored and teased. The passion between us had built up so much we couldn’t stand it any longer. He unbuttoned my jeans and shoved them down in one motion. I stepped out of one leg and got my foot hung in the other side and stumbled. God, I was a clumsy mess. William caught me and pushed me down on the soft bed. I gasped. I felt as though my heart would explode.

“Let me help you with those,” William stated in a voice so deep and thick with passion, my body hummed with delight.

He slowly pulled my jeans and panties off, dropping them to the floor. I was mesmerized by the sight of him. Tall, lean, and built to perfection. His plump lips curved into a sensual grin as he began to unbutton his jeans. I quivered and watched, almost demanding that he hurry up. The zipper eased down at a snail’s pace, and my stomach flip flopped with enthusiasm.

“Gorgeous.” I exhaled the word as he pushed his jeans and boxers down. Muscles rippled down his stomach, flexing, delighting my eyes. He was perfection, from his sexy tousled hair, deep chocolate eyes, and plump lips to his fit and toned body. I dare guess, but if a god designed William, I was grateful and in awe of him.

William’s erection popped out, and I couldn’t help but gasp loudly. Hot moisture continued to build at the apex of my legs. He held himself and lightly stroked his length as I watched. I wiggled my finger for him to come to me. I scooted back on the bed and he followed. He crawled forward slowly, with fierce eyes, a predator victorious with his prey in his sights. He was large and opposing compared to me. The soft light of the moon highlighted his beautiful features. Tan skin wrapped over his magnificent body. His wide chest beckoned me to touch. He offered a devilish grin as he lower his body over mine, trapping me under him.

He stared at me for a moment as if creating a memory. His sensual eyes flickered with enjoyment before he nipped my bottom lip, teasing me. I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed his neck and pulled his mouth against mine. We were almost there, finally naked, in a bed, alone. I wiggled with anticipation when our tongues delved deep, hungry and wanting. William’s hand began a tortuous glide from my collarbone down over my breast, easing further to my stomach that clenched tight. It had been so long since I had been touched so intimately, but nothing could hold a candle to this experience.

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