Monday, June 30, 2014


Twenty-Five Years Ago Today
Mystery/Romantic Suspense
Should we dig for the truth when Pandora's Box is a coffin of buried secrets? For twenty-five years, Diana Ferguson's killer has gotten away with murder. When rookie obit writer and newsroom editorial assistant Kris Langley investigates the cold case of the artistic young cocktail waitress who was obsessed with Greek and Roman mythology, not only does she fall in love with Diana's sexy nephew, but she must also fight to stay off the obituary page herself.

Cheryl came up behind Kris.  Her voice sounded sad and tired.  "Please don't tell my mother too much, even if you're making progress.  I don't want to raise her hopes."
Kris glanced back at Irene, who hunched on the couch, turning the locket over in her hand.  "I'll be careful with what I say.  My aunt would've been eager, too."
"How was your cousin killed?"    
"She was strangled, kidnapped by a neighbor while walking alone.  We were  twelve."
Cheryl heaved a sigh.  "I'm sorry.  I remember reading about that.  It happened locally, didn't it?"
"I know you're a terrific writer.  I couldn't have been happier with the business story.  I'm just concerned about my mother."
"I understand," Kris said.  "I won't let you down."
She trudged out to her car and brushed off her windshield.  She waited behind the steering wheel as the defroster warmed the interior. Not knowing Diana's whereabouts must have tormented Irene.  Kris's family had agonized over Nicole's disappearance.  As one day blended into the next, Nicole had seemed further and further away.  
Finding her was worse.
Kris had learned a new phrase that May, a litany that surged back into her mind, drumming to the beat of the windshield wipers.  If only.
If only it hadn't rained the afternoon Nicole had disappeared.
If only she hadn't climbed into the car with Randolph Coltraine.
If only Aunt Susan had been home when Nicole called for a ride.
Kris swallowed the metallic taste in her mouth.  If only I didn't trick her.
She chose the long route home, driving fast. She hadn't driven in New York and had forgotten the thrill of a climbing speedometer.  Her first week back, she'd landed a speeding ticket.  
 Kris skidded onto the Fremont State College campus, her tires kicking up tufts of snow.  She passed dorms, tennis courts and the library before parking in front of the deserted baseball field.  White trees cast shapeless shadows across the broad expanse of snow.
A chunk of ice slid off the roof, hitting the front window.  Kris jumped, her hand to her heart.    
"No one's out there," she murmured, gazing into the woods.  "Not now."
But once.
Beyond those trees, Diana had lain dead.  
Police had crowded the scene, their search over.
Middle-aged reporter Dex Wagner had scribbled in his notebook.  
Twenty-five years ago today.

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Bio: Stacy Juba loves to write stories about Characters at a Crossroads: individuals who are finding themselves and getting on the right life path after overcoming obstacles. Her goals are to entertain readers of all ages as well as inspire them. She has made numerous bestseller lists including GalleyCat’s Barnes & Noble Bestsellers and GalleyCat’s Mystery and Thriller Bestsellers. Stacy has written about reality TV contestants targeted by a killer, an obit writer investigating a cold case, teen psychics who control minds, twin high school hockey stars battling on the ice, and teddy bears learning to raise the U.S. flag. Browse her website for more information on her mystery, romance, and contemporary fiction books for adults, teens, and children, guest author features and resources on how to build your own “character,” and for her book/product reviews and advocacy relating to Type 1 Diabetes.


Thursday, June 26, 2014


Countdown to a Kiss
by Kandie Delley
Contemporary/African American Romance
Romantic Comedy


As an avid gamer, sports fanatic and graphic designer, Geneva Cass is literally "One of the Guys" and has been best friends with Jackson Rhames since junior high. But when Jackson returns home for the holidays after a two-year hiatus in New York, the pair engage in a few days of reminiscing about the good ol’ days, which spark more than a little curiosity about what might have been.

Now Genny must decide if the blurred line between love and friendship can survive one night of passion.

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Mystical lands, adventurous kick-butt divas, and super-hot romances are the foundation of author Kandie Delley's literary gems. Her stories feature strong women, their adventures, and the men who love them.
Kandie lives in North Texas by way of the California coastline. In her leisure time she travels, and enjoys graphic design, filmmaking, and spending time with her family!

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Wednesday, June 25, 2014


Dominate Me
Paige Matthews

Devlin Fitzpatrick is a man of few words. Usually. An expert in surveillance and security, and a Dominant at Devoured, Devlin is known for his authoritative ways. After making the decision to observe rather than participate, and hiding from feelings and desires only few know about, Devlin throws himself into his work, and away from the practice of the lifestyle – that is, until he meets Ally. A chance encounter sets a new fire burning inside of Devlin – one that, up until then, has been absent. But, just as their relationship flares, a face from Devlin’s past returns, re-igniting long-subdued desires.
Ally O’Conner was not looking for a man – especially one like Devlin. Yet, the mysterious, gorgeous, and dominant stranger becomes the one person Ally didn’t know she was seeking. As Devlin opens Ally’s world up to hidden emotions and uncharted desires, Ally quickly finds herself falling, even though she knows Devlin is hiding something from her: desires or needs she is unsure of. When a stranger calls, looking for Devlin’s help, Ally begins to fear the worst as he begins to pull away.
Aiden MacCarrick has spent the last few years bouncing from place to place – drumming up work wherever he can. After a job gone wrong, Aiden finds himself on the wrong side of the bullet. With no other choice, Aiden reaches out to the one person he knows can help him.
As Devlin works to clear Aiden of a misunderstanding, and save his life in the process, the three of them are entwined in a foreign world of deep desires, unbidden wants and uncharted feelings. Can they find a happy resolution to their desperate situation, or will their emotions dominate them?
Sometimes I really just want to tell him to fuck off,I screamed as I slammed my phone on the back counter of the bakery. I had gone there after leaving Devlins office this afternoon, not wanting to be alone. I knew Emma was working on a huge order and Nikki was helping out as well.
What happened?Emma asked without losing her focus on the cake she was decorating.
I dont know. I told you about what he said last week at the diner, you know about being exclusive. Then he goes and gets all weird. Mysterious phone calls, things he wont tell me. He just seems off.I fidgeted with a piece of paper that was on the counter.
Well, baby cakes, you have to let him be him. Marcus said he is a very guarded person. You should know that. Youve been with him for a while now.Emma answered, again without taking her attention away from the project.
I get that, but still. If he wants to be exclusive-be in a relationship-why cant he just tell me things. Im not going anywhere.I continued to play with the scrap piece of paper.
Again, Devlin has a past that most of us, including Marcus, doesnt know about. Give him time Ally. It might be for a reason.
Are you going to go to the club tonight?I asked her as Nikki walked into the kitchen.
Why the fuck is Devlin going to London tomorrow? And why is he taking Kieran with him?
I couldnt move. I couldnt talk. I just stared at Nikki as she made her way toward me. I dont know what you are talking about?
Are you sure? He is your boyfriend?She grabbed a tray of pastries from behind me and began filling the shells.
Yeah, Nik, I am sure. I cant believe this. Why wouldnt he say something to me earlier?I looked at Emma who now had stopped the decoration process on the cake to look at me. Oh my god. Im a fucking idiot. No wonder he wanted to meet at the club tonight. Tell me on neutral ground.I hit my forehead with my palm, fighting the tears that were forming in the corners of my eyes.
Emmas arms encircle my chest. You dont know that. Give him a chance to explain.
Fuck him and fuck this relationship. I am not going to start a relationship off with secrets and lies.I picked up my phone and rattled off a text message to him. FUCK YOU! I am done. Thanks for telling me about London today.
Im going home and no you will not get a hold of me. I turned my phone off and I will not answer it.I said as I gathered my purse before I completely losing my composure.
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I grew up in a small, idyllic affluent town in the Western part of Connecticut, USA. The town definitely did not match my personality. My high school years were filled with the proverbial teenage fun, although not too much by me. I stayed close to home and pursued my B.A. in English Comparative Literature from a local college and then continued on for my M.A in English Professional Writing. I have always had a love for reading and literature and only furthered that during my studies. During my M.A. studies I decided it was time to challenge myself and work in a field that I have long admired and dreamt off: being a writer.
Having entered the lifestyle a few years ago, I write erotica with a preference toward BDSM themes. I enjoy exploring the emotional connection and emotions behind the D/s relationships and why we like what we like.
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Tuesday, June 24, 2014


Title: All Hat No Cattle
Release Date: May 25, 2014
Length: about 75 pages.

Howdy - I have a new release! It’s a contemporary cowboy romance. Spend the 4th of July deep in cowboy country! All Hat No Cattle by Randi Alexander New release only $.99! It’s Independence Day, and Harper Johansen is at the Black Hills Roundup in South Dakota hoping to meet a real cowboy. Shaw Donahue, tall and sexy in his hat, jeans, and boots, pours on the charm, and Harper is smitten—until he tells her he’s working on the oil field. With four days of rodeo ahead of them, can Shaw convince Harper to value a man for more than his cattle? Available now at: AMAZON US

It’s Independence Day, and Harper Johansen is at the rodeo in South Dakota on business. While she’s deep in cowboy territory, she’s hoping to meet a real cowboy—one who shares her dreams for the future. Shaw Donahue, tall and sexy in his cowboy hat, jeans, and boots, could be that man, and Harper quickly falls for his seductive charm. Until he tells her he’s a roughneck.

Shaw can’t believe his luck. Harper is an accomplished, intelligent businesswoman, and she’s beautiful, sexy, and willing. Until she learns he’s working the local oil field. Before he can explain the reason he’s roughnecking, she pushes him away, telling him they can only be friends. He doesn’t fit into her plans. With four days of rodeo ahead of them, can Shaw convince Harper to value a man for more than his cattle?

Break out the fireworks and get ready to kick off your summer with this HOT new collection of stories. All Hat No Cattle is part of the Red Hot and BOOM! multi-author series (stands alone for reading enjoyment).


USA Today Bestselling Author Randi Alexander knows a modern woman dreams of an alpha cowboy who takes the reins, and guarantees they’re rode hard and put up satisfied.

Published with Cleis Press, Wild Rose Press, and self-published, Randi writes smokin' hot romance with heroes who'll have you begging to ride off into the sunset with them. When she's not dreaming of, or writing about, rugged cowboys, Randi is biking trails along remote rivers, snorkeling the Gulf of Mexico, or practicing her drumming in hopes of someday forming a tropical rock-band.

Forever an adventurous spirit with a naughty imagination, Randi is also family oriented and married to the best guy in the world, her own cowboy, Kick. Give in to the allure of erotic passion, strong but vulnerable heroines, and irresistibly seductive cowboys, as Randi's emotional love stories sweep you off your feet and leave you breathless with passion.

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Monday, June 23, 2014


A Bowl of Rice
Book Three in the Legacy of Honor Series
$2.99 Kindle

  • File Size: 266 KB
  • Print Length: 104 pages
  • Simultaneous Device Usage: Unlimited
  • Publisher: Desert Breeze Publishing, Inc. (March 20, 2014)
  • Sold by: Amazon Digital Services, Inc.
  • Language: English
  • ASIN: B00J54ZDCW

  • Blurb

    Despite the atmosphere of protest around her, Anna Maria O'Shea never wavers from her commitment to serving her country as a nurse in Vietnam. Unfortunately, she cannot be as sure about  the men who come into her life. Her time in the war zone brings a friendship with a Kathy, a girl from a Mennonite background, and insights into life, men and an opportunity for rescuing Kathy from the Viet Cong.


    Pittsburgh, May 7, 1970

    "Hell no, we won't go! Hell no, we won't go!" They kept chanting the phrase, repeating it with more ferocity and fist pumping at each shout. Anna Maria snaked her way through the crowd of angry college students, some of whom were standing on the sidewalk. Most were standing and sitting in the middle of Fifth Avenue, blocking traffic. She ducked into the Pitt bookstore just as two mounted policemen rode down to the edge of the crowd and maneuvered their horses to try to move the students out of the street. Even though she had seen a student swipe at a patrolman who was monitoring the crowd on foot, no one seemed willing to possibly hurt a horse and so the crowd began to roll back onto the sidewalk like an ebbing tide.

    Anna Maria watched it all for a few minutes through the plate glass windows of the bookstore. Then she sighed and ran down the stairs to the lower level where the nursing books were kept. She had heard that a paperback copy of her favorite nursing reference was now available and wanted to take that lighter version with her to Vietnam, thereby shaving a few ounces of weight from her already overstuffed and heavy suitcase.

    When she had descended the steps she looked around for someone to help her find the book. Signs for various disciplines and studies were absent from their usual places at the end of each stack of shelves. "Probably took them for the demonstration," Anna Maria mumbled to herself. She sat down on a stepstool by the first set of shelves.

    She decided to rest there for a few moments while she collected herself. Reflecting on the previous week, Anna Maria sank deeper into her thoughts. What a strange and busy week it had been, she mused. Michael had decided to avoid Vietnam by defecting to Canada. Meanwhile, she was studying for finals in the program that would take her to Vietnam as a nurse. The program that, that WILL take me to Vietnam as a nurse, she corrected herself.  I can't let Michael's decision affect me that way.

    A salesgirl walked by. She didn't speak to Anna Maria although she frowned at her as she glanced her way. So, she noticed me, Anna Maria thought, as the girl walked around the corner of another stack of books, but did not call out to her. She probably thinks I'm crazy or maybe she thinks I'm just resting here to get away from the demonstrations outside. Maybe I am. After all, I could've bought that book at any time.

    Anna Maria looked at her watch. It was only an hour until she was supposed to meet Michael to discuss his plans. She wondered if he would be on time or not. She imagined that he was in the thick of the demonstration and had either burned his draft card already or was running to meet the mounted policemen. Michael was always in the midst of the trouble. Anna Maria smiled ruefully to herself. No, she corrected herself. Michael is always the one instigating the trouble. She had to admit that it was nearly impossible to correct Michael.  Even his professors had a hard time denying him. His sparkling blue eyes, coal black curly hair, and lop-sided grin were hard to refuse. That grin of straight, even teeth illuminated the room around him and acted as a magnet, pulling everyone deep into his soul and definitely into his orbit.

    Author bio:
    Joan Leotta
    Author of  the Legacy of Honor Series: Giulia Goes to War, Letters From Korea, and A Bowl of Rice from 
    Desert Breeze Publishing
    Encouraging words through pen and performance
    1002 Montgomery CT NW
    Calabash NC 28467

    Friday, June 20, 2014


    Martha O’Sullivan’s Chances trilogy is available now from Red Sage Publishing. 

    Second Chance, the trilogy opener, is a reunion/love triangle romance that keeps the shores of Lake Tahoe blazing hot long after the sultry summer sun has set. 

    Chance Encounter, the trilogy's second installment, heats up San Francisco’s chilly days and blustery nights with white-hot passion and pulse-pounding suspense.

    And in Last Chance, the conclusion of the trilogy, lifelong friends-turned-lovers melt the snow-packed Sierras into lust-fueled puddles despite the single-digit temperatures of the Lake Tahoe winter. 

    Blurb from Last Chance by Martha O’Sullivan 

    Moira Brody knows Paul Webster better than he knows himself. But neither one of them know that he as in love with her as she is with him. These friends-turned-lovers will have to look at each other with fresh eyes and brave hearts. And even the single-digit temperatures and snowcapped peaks of the Lake Tahoe winter are no match for their long-bridled desire.       

    Excerpt (R) from Last Chance by Martha O’Sullivan 
              Paul laid Moira down on the rumpled bed, and standing above her, got out of his shirt and pants. She’d seen him shirtless countless times before. But it was as if she was seeing him through different eyes. His pecs were firm but not overbearing; his abs ripped but not enough to make him barrel-chested; his arms defined but not herculean. And every bit of that thoroughbred-like body was lowering itself on top of her. 
          Along with something else. 
          And it was throbbing against her thigh through form-fitting briefs.
          Arrows of fear and excitement shot through her and she wondered if he could hear her heart beating outside her chest. He framed her head with his arms. “I’ve wanted you for so long,” he effused, “without even knowing it.”
          Moira gulped. “Then take me.”   
          Her newfound initiative seemed to surprise, then intrigue him and began to indulge her.   
          She welcomed his mouth, his tongue, his bite. She loved the way he brushed his fingers across her cheeks, combed his hands through her hair and down the nape of her neck before cocooning her in his arms. He kissed her with his whole body, feasting on her throat and shoulders before scooting back and finding his way to the hem of her dress.    
          “I’ll go easy. I promise.”
          “I’m not going to break.”
          His sultry eyes fired with desire.  “Be careful what you wish for.” 
          Lifting her arms above her head, she silently yielded to him.
          Paul slipped his hands under the silk and began shimmying the dress up her thighs. He stopped appraisingly at her hips, then continued up her torso to the swell of her breasts. He tasted them impalpably, then slipped the dress over her shoulders. 
          He extended his arms in invitation and she raised herself on her knees to meet him. Cupping the back of her neck, he brought her to him. She surrendered to his mouth, his hands, and soon she knew, as a chord struck deep inside her, to his burgeoning erection. 
          Not a word passed between them, but her eyes granted him the permission he so desperately sought. His impatient hands unhooked the strapless bra with disturbing deft. He’d done this before, she reminded herself. 
          A lot.
          His fingertips grazed her chest and throat as if looking for a place to start. He settled on her breasts, making concentric circles on her nipples with his thumbs before easing her back against the upholstered headboard. 
          His shaft was nudging at her as he began where he’d left off.
          But with his teeth this time. 
          Nibble by tortuous nibble, he tugged, snagged, bit until her nipples stood on point. A lightning bolt of lust flashed in her bundle of nerves below as he licked his way down to her bellybutton. He paused to circle it with his tongue, then returned to her mouth, sampling her all the while.
    His hands continued south to the strings resting below her hipbones. He waggled the panties down, then jettisoned them with a nimble kick. 
    “You are so beautiful,” he venerated, finding her. “Everywhere. I want to touch every inch of you.”
    She reached for him more clumsily than she liked. He was as stiff as a board and globules of need were oozing through the black cotton. “I want to touch you first,” she ventured. “Show me what to do.” 
    He made quick work of all that separated them and lying next to her, placed her hand on his pulsating cock.
    “You’ll know.” 
          She gripped him, and going on instinct, began to stroke. His breath instantly caught in his throat, encouraging her to quicken the pace. Head falling back in praise, he mumbled something indistinct as his body tensed and penis curved into the crook of her hand. 
          His moans filled the heavy air as she began to milk him with long, lazy titillations. She wondered if he could grow any more engorged without bursting. 
          The tip of him was seeping thick, heavy drops and she likened it to the hedonic wicking between her legs. She had never felt that kind of sweeping heat before. And the flame was spreading at an alarming rate. Her wetness was chasing the rush, only to ignite it again.
          Just then he reached for her and felt it for himself.
          “Oh God,” he droned, eyes rolling back in his head. “You’re dripping.” In one smooth move, he rolled on top of her. His erection rested on her damp nest of curls and he skirted his lips across hers. “I need to be inside you now.” 
    Bracing herself, she answered the prayer in his voice by spreading her thighs in wholehearted invitation.
    She felt his hand between her legs, then his erection find her. She winced a little when the head of his manhood began inching into her center.
          “It’s gonna hurt a little. I’ll go slow.”
          He was right; it did hurt. But she bit back the pain and arched beneath him. 
    Working her into the gap between his thighs, he slid his hands up her back and pushed her breasts against his chest. His glistening eyes found hers. “I love you, Moira.”
          She felt her heart swell along with his member. “I love you, too. So incredibly much.”
    Interlacing their fingers and plumbing his elbows, he began to move inside her. “Oh, baby,” he cried out in a low, throaty growl. “You’re so wet, so warm, so tight.”
    She wondered if he could also feel the fever scalding her from top to bottom. Or the barrier of resistance shattering in its wake. Her hips began to sway in sync with his. Each thrust brought less sting and more urgency.
    Rising to his knees, he positioned himself between her legs, then began to rock above her. 
    He was tapping the very essence of her now, teasing her with climax. She felt aglow, like all the energy in her body had dovetailed into a cluster of ecstasy between her legs. 
    He broke pace only to grab her by the butt cheeks and draw her flush to him. “Put your legs up on my back,” he pleaded more than bid.  
       She obliged and Paul impelled himself deeper into her.  And just as the ecstasy overtook her, he roared her name and claimed her. 

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    Martha O'Sullivan has loved reading romance novels for as long as she can remember. Writing her own novels is the realization of a lifelong dream for this stay-at-home mom. Martha writes spicy, contemporary romances with traditional couples and happy endings. She is the author of the Chances trilogy from Red Sage Publishing. Her current work-in-progress in a sweet and steamy Christmas novel set in Costa Careyes, Mexico. A native Chicagoan, she lives her own happy ending in Tampa with her husband and two daughters. 

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