Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Party Fun Today at @WildRosePress

Hi everyone,

Wanted to let you know about a party at my publisher, The Wild Rose Press. I've been with them almost from the beginning and love, love, love them as an author.

Today they have loads of things going on so drop over and check out the fun.

And here's a few authors I can highly recommend to give a good.

Hot, Hot, HOT

My, oh, my, I need to cool off.

Oh, my is this a hot book.

Love, Love, Love this one. 

The cover alone is smoking.

Make sure you stop by the party today for a chance to win.

I ready to party


Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Give a Little Love to @JessieClever


Katharine Cavanaugh, the Countess of Stirling, has always lived according to the expectations of her heritage.  American mercenary Matthew Thatcher has spent his life running away from every expectation he has for himself.  But when their latest mission from the British War Office goes wrong, trapping them behind enemy lines, they must decide if they dare to realize the greatest expectation of all: the expectation of love.

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Spies Kate Cavanaugh and Matthew Thatcher have just escaped a prison in Naples and are looking for a way out of the city and away from their pursuers.

Naples, Italy
April 1815

Kate pressed against his back, her heart beating a tattoo into the muscles there.  He felt a corresponding ripple in other parts of his body and swallowed to focus on the task at hand.  They needed to get away from the prison and the authorities that had brought them there.  They needed to find a place to hide until they could regain their composure and perhaps find some suitable clothes for Kate, even if she did make a fetching bar wench.
“Get in the cart.”
Thatcher looked quickly to his right at the cart that had just passed them as if the voice had come from the olives themselves.  But knowing that could not be right, he looked up to the bench.  A small, squat man, thick through the middle and thin at the limbs hovered like a forgotten presence on the worn bench of the rickety cart.  Surely, it was him who had spoken the words, for in the bustle around them, no other person was close enough to utter such words with such clarity for Thatcher to hear.
And the man had spoken in English.
Thatcher turned long enough to scoop Kate into his arms, and together, he launched them into the back of the cart, landing precariously between the rows of olive crates.  The cart lurched forward before his body settled onto the boards of the cart, and Kate’s unbelievable warmth came to rest against the full length of his body.  He let out a rush of air that had nothing to do with escape and possible pursuit.  It was a rush of pure male lust that exited his lungs and with it, his last hope of keeping his hands off of the woman who now lay sprawled across his body.
She struggled against him, likely trying to gain purchase and find a space for herself where there was none in the cart.  Thatcher stilled her with his hands a little too far down on her hips, the tattered skirts of her costume having ridden up to her knees, trapping her legs between his.  Her head came up, and he stared into hazel eyes, murky with a mystery he could not wait to solve.
“Better relax, my friend.  I think we’re going for a ride,” he said, letting his hands slip just a little more down her hips.
And that was when he saw it.  The flash of responding desire in those hazel depths that brought a corresponding flicker from his own awareness.
She wanted him.
She may not know that she wanted him, but there, pressed against each other between crates of olives in a cart that was likely to collapse before safely rescuing them away from their captors, driven by a man they did not know and could possibly have nefarious connections, Matthew Thatcher knew that a lusty bar wench wanted him.  And not just any lusty bar wench.
Katharine Cavanaugh, the Countess of Stirling.

And for the first time in days, he smiled.

Author Bio:

In the second grade, Jessie began a story about a duck and a lost ring.  Two harrowing pages of wide ruled notebook paper later, the ring was found.  And Jessie has been writing ever since. 

Armed with the firm belief that women in the Regency era could be truly awesome heroines, Jessie began telling their stories in her Spy Series, a thrilling ride in historical espionage that showcases human faults and triumphs and most importantly, love.

Jessie makes her home in the great state of New Hampshire where she lives with her husband and a very opinionated Basset Hound.  For more, visit

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Thanks Jessie for sharing,


Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Who's Telling This Story - Help at @WildRosePress

POV - is basically who is telling the story.

This according to a blog at The Wild Rose Press.
is why most manuscripts get rejected.
Because new authors jump from head to head, not staying with one person long enough for the reader to understand that person's emotions and feelings before they jump to someone else.

It confuses the reader and pulls them out of the best stories. Most authors try to write a scene in one person's POV. Then when they start the next scene they may switch to another person's POV.

The only time I tend to break this rule is if I'm writing a love scene. I might go for a page in herione's POV and then switch to the hero's POV. This way I can reveal both of their emotions.

There are of course many ways to tell a story. 1st person POV only uses one person through the whole book.

When choosing who is going to tell the story, ask who has the best chance of getting your message across?
Or who has the most to lose?

Hope this helped,


Monday, April 21, 2014

@GoddessFish - The Tour of "A Secret Worth Keeping" @_lakishajohnson

A Secret Worth Keeping
by LaKisha Johnson


 Shelby is a career woman turned housewife who enjoys the friendships that have been built with her 5 best friends; Camille, Lynesha, Raylin, Kerri and Chloe. They are all career women with different businesses, husbands and even children but something is missing and they can’t seem to find it at home, in a store or even in a book. So, they search for this missing piece in the beds, arms, cars and even offices of other men who don’t mind paying for what Dem Dam Divas can offer. They enjoy the thrill of sneaking, creeping and even vacationing on someone else’s dime but they soon find out that all good things come to an end. What happens when it becomes too much? From secretly wanting someone who doesn’t want you, loving only to not be loved back and being caught up in a dream that you’re about to be awaken from; will it be worth it in the end? Will they regret their actions or stand by them? Will they finally question whether this secret is really worth keeping? 


“That was an amazing dinner guys. Anyone care to join me in the Jacuzzi?” I asked.
“No, I am beat and I’m going to turn in so that I can enjoy sightseeing and shopping on tomorrow,” Shelby said.
“I’m with Shelby;” said Ray and Lyn.
“I’ll pass too,” said Cam.
“Me three,” said Kerri.
“Ok, I won’t be long. I’ll be up soon,” I said. I changed into my swimming suit, grabbed a glass of wine and my IPod. “This water feels great,” I said whispering to myself. Why I was whispering beats me, maybe it’s the wine. Ah hell, may as well get another glass. I got up to refill my glass when I heard a knock on the door that scared me. “Shit, who could that be?” I said walking to the door.

“Chef Todd?” I said surprisingly.
“I’m sorry to drop by unannounced but I forgot to give you ladies the desert I prepared. I uh, I” he said.
I realized I didn’t have my robe on when I followed his eyes to my barely covered breast.
“Come in, I was just enjoying the peace and quiet since my girls left me up. I’m Chloe by the way, would you like a glass of wine?”

“No thank you. I really didn’t mean to disturb you; I thought you ladies would still be up.” He said.

“We usually are but they were tired from the driving and we have a long day planned tomorrow; are you sure I can’t interest you in anything to drink?” I asked while grabbing the wine and walking back out to the Jacuzzi. I knew he was watching my ass but I really didn’t mind because my husband rarely did.

“No but I must say you are wearing the hell out of that swimming suit.” He said.

“This old thing!” I said laughing.


 AUTHOR Bio and Links:

LaKisha Johnson is a girl after God’s own heart; doing what she believes to be her purpose..writing. In addition to being a self-published author, she’s also a wife of 15 years, mother of 2 and native of Memphis, TN. She comes from a huge family and has always been the go to girl whenever someone needed a poem written or read, an acknowledgement that would convey just what they were thinking or even an occasion written for that special day. She’s an all-around talented lady that makes everything she touch turn to gold. She has 2 degrees from Southwest TN Community College both in Information Technology and has worked in the corporate field for over 15 years. She is also a dedicated blogger, delivering a devotional blog 5 days per week entitled ”Kisha’s Daily Devotionals.”

LaKisha wants readers of her books to step outside the box and read with imagination. She wants them reeled in from the front cover to the last word, enjoying every second in between, asking for more. She doesn’t proclaim to be the best writer or even author in the world..she just proclaims to be blessed because her motto is ”God’s purpose is bigger than any problem!”

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LaKisha will be awarding a download of A Secret Worth Keeping (format: winner's choice) to two randomly drawn commenters during the tour.

Follow the tour and comment; the more they comment, the better their chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here:

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Sharing the Love - Second Chance @M_oSullivan26 #MFRWauthor

MFRW Author Martha O'Sullivan released SECOND CHANCE, a Contemporary Romance, in September 2013 with Red Sage Publishing.

Book Blurb
Lindsay Foster has convinced herself that marrying Paul Webster is the right thing to do. But she and Brian Rembrandt have some unfinished business. And Brian never met a rule, or a woman, that couldn't be broken. So when Lindsay won't come to him, he goes to her. But this love triangle has an extra side. And even Brian is no match for what happens next.
She’d lain in bed many a night dreaming about this. Remembering the way her head bowed back as Brian kneaded her breasts with his sure hands. The way her gut coiled into a spool of yen when his tongue did laps down her abdomen to her bellybutton and back again. The way the euphoric swooning in her head became a creamy deluge between her thighs.

He reacquainted himself with her curves as he inched her jeans down. Holding their weighted stare, he knelt above her, unbuttoning his tailored shirt from the top as she worked from the bottom. When their hands met, he stilled hers on this virility.

“Ooh,” she growled blissfully. He was as hard as she was wet. And she couldn’t wait until his billowing cock was between her legs.

Unbuckling his belt, he kicked off his jeans. Fully aroused, he glided all that separated them over her hips and crawled back to her. His seeping erection nudged at her as he scooped her dewy triangle. Every cell in her body was on high alert now, in anticipation of what was to come. She spread her legs in wholehearted invitation.

She whimpered when he found her moist creases. His fingers knew each tuck, each fold, each pleat of her center. His thumb settled on the fleshy nub at her core and he began to coddle her. She trembled, purred, pleaded, until finally he plunged into her saturated reservoir. His fingers thrust in and out as she squirmed beneath him, digging her nails into his back as her sharp, short gasps of baiting pleasure filled the air.

But that was nothing compared to the drone that escaped Brian’s throat when he entered her. She tightened around him, dripping as he grew inside her, grinding against him as he rode her. She lifted her buttocks and brought him deeper still, raising her hips to increase the friction, pushing him farther into her as his abdomen sailed over hers. Lindsay could count her stable of lovers on one hand, and Brian was by far the best of the bunch, she recalled as the tip of him pounded the remotest part of her. The orgasm built, retreated, then roared back in full force. It ripped through her with such wielding power that she howled once, then again and begged for more.

And just before Brian filled her, he obliged.

Author Bio
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 contemporary and erotic romances with traditional couples and happy endings. She is the author of the Chances trilogy available now from Red Sage Publishing. Her current work-in-progress in a sweet and sexy 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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Friday, April 18, 2014

Cover Love for Walls for the Wind by Alethea Williams


Can an angel survive Hell on Wheels? Kit Calhoun leaves New York City with a train car full of foundlings from the Immigrant Children’s Home. Her assignment is to sever ties, so she has no idea of the tangled threads of connection that await her in Dakota Territory. First is what to do with the leftover children who simply refuse placement. Second is handsome Patrick Kelley, continually managing to distract Kit from her task. Third is the demented gambler who fastens deadly attention on Kit and keeps turning up everywhere from Julesburg to Cheyenne. 
Forced to leave behind everything familiar, is it possible for a company of New York City castoffs to learn to fight for their hopes in the raw new American West?

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Reviewer Comments:

4.0 out of 5 stars I loved this book . April 15, 2014
Format:Kindle Edition|Verified Purchase
This book was very enlightening to me. Having lived such a rich and entitled life, I never imagined the hardships of our ancestors. The knowledge of abuse and neglect of the children of immigrants disturbed me, but also the strength of a few select angels was inspiring. Alethea fills the book with details of the daily lives of the children and their saviors. I think it was her best book ever and can't wait for a new one to come out.

About Author Alethea Williams

Western history has been the great interest of my adult life. I've lived in Wyoming, Colorado, and Oregon. Although an amateur historian, I am happiest researching different times and places in the historical West. And while staying true to history, I try not to let the facts overwhelm my stories. Story always comes first in my novels, and plot arises from the relationships between my characters. I'm always open to your response to my writing. You can comment on Willow Vale or ask questions about me or my work at or on Facebook at I look forward to hearing from you.


Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Cover Love for The Last Vhalgenn by @kayelleallen

Duty to king and country has shaped Raik's life since birth, but to protect them, she must perform a ritual that betrays all she holds sacred.
The Vhalgenn is a warrior, bedmate, soulmate, companion, and friend. Trusted by the king. Hated by the queen. To save the newborn prince, the Vhalgenn will risk her position, her honor, and death itself to honor the Old Ways. But when she takes the newborn prince to the queen's homeland for a ritual blessing, she discovers a betrayal so deep the kingdom -- and her heart -- might never recover.

This fantasy features a strong heroine, and was originally part of the 2008 EPIC eBook Award Finalist anthology A Time To... Volume 1 - The Best of The Lorelei Signal, from Wolfsinger Publications, which is now out of print. The strong female heroine possesses nobility, honor, and courage, and is a role model for women. The book is dedicated to all women warriors, whatever their battle, and is written by a female veteran.

The Last Vhalgenn

By Kayelle Allen

In this scene from The Last Vhalgenn, the heroine, Raik, has just bathed and eaten, and is alone with King Orix. They grew up together, but his new queen barred Raik from the palace. Raik is back to deliver news of a battle and while delighted to be with Orix, is nervous about his queen discovering them.


Orix set his fingers beneath my chin, and turned my face up to his. "You're more than pretty, Vhalgenn, you're magnificent. She's never once sat near the fire with me and talked."

It had been our nightly ritual. "Never?"

"Never." He brushed my hair back from my face. "I've learned to get along with her, Vhalgenn, but I never had to learn anything with you. We grew up with one another. You were my partner in everything I did. My lover, my sister, my sparring partner, my best friend. My everything."

I lifted my head to look up at him. As I did, his mouth came down on mine. A feverish chill coursed through me at his touch. I'd wanted his mouth from the moment I'd seen him on his throne. Orix could not help but be languid and sultry and hot. I felt desire emanating from him like heat from an oven with its door ajar. It scorched my face and I drew in a shallow breath, afraid of being burnt.

Resisting him was something I had never done, except in play. He thought I meant it that way now and made as if to pressure me, until he saw my eyes were brimming.

"Please, Orix. Don't." I pushed myself away from him. "I can't."

He frowned, confused. For him, life was simple. A need? Fulfill it. Thirsty? Drink. Hungry? Eat. Lusty? Love.

"Half the palace must know I'm here. Do you think your queen will let this go unnoticed? She'll have someone in here to check on me before the night's through and I won't be thrown out again, Orix. I couldn't bear it."

"Vhalgenn, I promise. She'll never know."

"No!" I moved away from him. "She's no fool. She's your queen and she's risking her life to have your child. The least you can do is be faithful."

The look of horror on his face tore out a piece of my heart. Then I realized he was looking past me.

His pregnant queen stood in the darkness, right outside the door.


Available exclusively at Amazon
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About the Author

Kayelle Allen is a multi-published, award-winning Science Fiction Romance author of unstoppable heroes, uncompromising love, and unforgettable passion.
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 Thanks for sharing your story with everyone,


Tuesday, April 15, 2014

#EggcerptExchange for Jixit by Jude Liebermann

Another one of my author friends is having a blog hop. Sort of like Blissemas we did at Christmas time, this one is called the Easter Excerpt Exchange and will run from March 5th through April 20th.  To push me into finishing Jixit, I’ve set myself a deadline for the second week of April to have it published online.  Today I created the cover, which I will unveil in this blog, so enjoy!
Colin Jix is a loner. He’s had to be, so he lives in a remote mountain town where he limits his contact with other people.  He’s settled into his solitary life and resigned himself to be alone. That is until Dot Tate shows up with a broken down car and needs his help.  Neither can fight their immediate attraction, but then he discovers a tragic secret and must step outside his comfort zone to make things right.
And here is the eggcerpt:
A persistent knocking woke him early the next morning.  Disoriented and still tired from lack of sleep, he rolled off the couch and stumbled to the door.  Without thought he pulled it open with a yawn and then froze, suddenly remembering he never opened his door to strangers as well as making sure he was completely dressed first.  As the cool air from the hallway hit his naked chest, he realized he still wore the towel from his shower the night before.  Her scent on that unwelcome air hit him harder, and he covered his crotch with one hand and slammed the door shut with the other.
Dot was left standing in the hall, staring at the door, but that’s not what she saw.  The vision of Colin in only a towel would be forever imprinted on her retinas.  Her mouth fell open at those muscles, and the hair lightly sprinkled on his chest and abdomen, disappearing beneath the low riding towel.  His tattered uniform and all that grease had hidden much more than she could have hoped for, and she licked her lips.
“Oh my!” The breath rushed from her lungs, before she sucked it back in and knocked on the door again.
“Yeah, hold your damn horses!” His muffled shout replied from a distance.
Her instincts told her to get the hell out of there. She’d already embarrassed him, and she didn’t want to make it worse, but she knew she couldn’t leave without at least apologizing for taking him so unaware. She thought mechanics always got up early. Glancing at her watch, she winced, having read the time wrong.  It probably was too early to show up at a man’s home, especially one she barely knew.
Dot took a few steps away from the door and waited.  His agitation came through the wood in muffled curses, and she clenched her fingers together behind her back.  When the door finally opened again, black covered Colin from head to toe.  The only bit of skin visible was the part of his face the knitted cap and matching scarf didn’t cover.  She frowned, wanting to see his hair without all that grease, and she missed that opportunity earlier when she couldn’t tear her eyes from his muscular chest and arms.
His whole body blocked the doorway as he glared at her.  “How did you know where I live?”
She gave him what she hoped was her most charming smile.  “So I guess you’re not going to invite me in?”
His objection to that suggestion shone clearly in his disgruntled features.  “I was actually on my way out.”  He closed and locked the door behind him and then marched past her to the stairs.  “I thought you understood that your car won’t be ready for at least a week.”
Dot stared at his ass, wishing his jeans were a bit tighter.  “Of course you made that clear.  I was having breakfast at the diner and mentioned how my phone switches off for no reason. The waitress mentioned you.  I actually think she has a crush on you.”
Colin stopped half way down the stairs and looked over his shoulder at her.  “You mean Rose?”
She nodded, unable to keep the humor from showing in her grin.
“Rose has a crush on every eligible man in the whole town.  I’ll have to talk to her about giving out my address to strangers though.”
Dot raced down the stairs and stopped in front of him.  “I’m not a stranger.”
He stared down at her, his expression unreadable, and she tried not to fidget under his intense scrutiny.  He held out his gloved hand to her, and she stared at it, unsure what to do.  Did he want to hold her hand?  A warm rush flowed through her body at the thought, even though she wouldn’t be holding his bare hand.
“Your phone?”
“Oh, of course.” She couldn’t stop the nervous giggle that escaped as she scrambled through her purse in search of her cell phone.  Once found, she placed it in his gloved palm.
Colin stared at it for a moment, and she saw uncertainty cross his face.  Finally, he pulled off one glove and cradled the phone in his fingers.  She could only stare in awe as his expression changed, as if he no longer saw the phone but something bigger, and his eyes scanned the empty air above his palm.
He blinked a few times and then refocused on her.  “I’ll walk you back to the diner.  I should have your phone fixed by then.”
Without another word, he passed her on the stairs, and she had no other choice but to follow him.

Available for pre-order at Barnes & Noble and will be soon at Kobo Books and iTunes, but you can view it and read the first chapter now on

April 11th is the official release date when it will be on @judel

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Little Cover Love for HotWired #MFRWauthor

This is one of my favorite book - because it is a futuristic tale of how you can guarantee devotion. 

Blurb -

Suzi Hotwired for each other... When Ross Dixon is kidnapped from his office, along with the sexy lawyer who'd been busting his balls over a deal that should have been a walk in the park, he wakes to find a devotion chip surgically implanted in his brain. If that isn't bad enough, the chip, designed to trigger emotional reactions between him and the woman lying next to him, is working overtime on his libido.

Mistaken for Ross's flavor of the month, Kayla Michaels, a 22nd century lawyer, doesn't have a problem spending time in Ross's bed--or over his desk--but she wants no part in the romantic feelings the chip is provoking. She's been down that road before and ended up burned.

Kayla and Ross struggle to find answers while coming to terms with the constant lust sizzling between them, but along the way each wonders if the emotions are real or just a side effect of being hotwired.

The tall mountain of a man in the middle shuffled forward. “Come with us, please.” 

“And if we don’t want to go?” Still in her chair, Kayla appeared ready to jump into action if any of them stepped closer. To fight three men might be foolhardy, but he couldn’t help but respect her courage. 

“You don’t have a choice,” the leader said and led the way forward. “Our job is to get you there on time.” 

Kayla laid the minicomputer in her lap on the floor and stood. “I’m not going anywhere with anyone.” 

Ross straightened. “Wait a minute. There’s been a mistake.” 

“No, mistake, Mr. Dixon.” The third man pulled out restraints.

 “We’ve been paid to bring you in and that’s what we’re going to do. Let’s not make this harder than it is.”

Ross gripped the edge of his desk. Transport teams were often hired out to private parties. “Who paid you?” 

“Enough talk.” The leader motioned with his weapon. “Let’s go.”

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Friday, April 11, 2014

Book Love for Second Chances @PFiala #MFRWauthor

Second Chances @PFiala #MFRWauthor

When uncontrollable passions collide, and the past hovers at the edge of their relationship; can Sam and Gray find their happily ever after?

MFRW Author PJ Fiala released SECOND CHANCES, an Erotic
Romance, with Archway Publishing in February 2014.

After a nearly 30 year marriage to a man suffering from depression, Samantha Powell has decided a nice quiet, drama-free life is for her. She has demons to combat and self-esteem issues to overcome. She has decided to sell her house and find a nice little condo that places virtually no maintenance demands on her and allows her to work on herself for a while.

Grayson Kinkaide has waited his whole life, all 55 years of it, looking for his soul mate, the other half of himself. He suffered through an awful marriage with a manipulative selfish woman that almost brought him to his knees. The only things that kept him strong were his children and his growing business.

When Gray meets Sam both of their lives are changed drastically. Sam’s dream of a drama-free life is jerked from her grasp as Gray’s exes do everything in their power to tear them apart. Gray finds himself having to fight, hard, to convince Sam they are meant to be together.
…Just then, Mrs. Koepple said, “Mr. Kinkaide, she really is a wonderful person. Don’t let this chance pass you by.”
She said it with a wink at him and he smiled a little bigger.
Sam couldn’t imagine any woman could resist that smile. Grayson told Mrs. Koepple, “I promise you I will make every effort to not let the opportunity pass me by.” Sam’s eyes were huge as she gaped at the three of them, mouth ajar. Jessie giggled and Sam looked at her with that same look on her face.
Jessie’s smile was huge. She winked at Sam and said, “That Mrs. Koepple sure knows how to make an exit.”
As Grayson turned to walk back into the room, Bill Chase walked into the room from behind Sam. He saw Grayson helping Mrs. Koepple and Alfred out the door and smiled.
“I see you met Mrs. Koepple and Alfred. They’re a cute couple, aren’t they?”
Grayson smiled again. Oh my God, that smile! He nodded at Bill, then looked at Sam. His eyes were so beautiful—dark like black coffee with thick lashes surrounding them. A sigh escaped Sam and Bill gave her a sideways glance. She blushed again and said a mental Crap.
Bill walked forward and shook hands with Grayson and Jackson. Sam was rooted to the spot just watching them, him.
Bill said, “Gray, it’s about time I got you to come to me for legal assistance. I was beginning to wonder if I could ever talk you into it.”
Grayson smiled and looked at Jackson, who was smiling as well.
Jackson finally spoke up and said, “Well, Grandpa was really insistent that we use his attorney over the years, but now that he’s retiring, we felt we could make the move.”
Grayson and Bill talked like they were friends. Finally, Bill turned and started leading the way to the conference room, which was a cue to stop gaping and go back to work. Sam looked over at Jessie, who had a huge grin on her face.
Sam shook her head and started to turn and walk back to her office when Grayson said, “Sam, may I have a word with you?”
Sam froze in her tracks, took a deep breath, and slowly turned back around to face him. Bill looked first at Grayson and at Sam with a furrow in his brow.
“Is there anything wrong, Gray?”

Jackson put his hand on Bill’s shoulder and chuckled as he said, “I’ll fill you in on our interesting morning.”


About PJ
I have waited a lifetime to begin my writing career. I was always waiting for the right time. It is now. Last year, I wrote three books, the first, Second Chances, to be published in February 2014. The other two; Dog Days of Summer and Rydin the Storm Out, part of the Rolling Thunder series, I will be publishing myself this year. I have now written my fourth book, Gunnin for You, which I hope will be out soon after Rydin the Storm Out.

I read approximately 75 books each year and love to read and share them with others. My husband and I are bikers and tour the country with friends and family.

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Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Check Out the Fun on #MFRWAuthor Site

If you're looking for a site with load of authors and fun events. I suggest you stop by


Every week on Wednesday they have a Book Hook hop where you can discover new books.

Welcome to Book Hooks, the weekly meme hosted by the MFRW Authors Blog.

Authors, this is a great opportunity for you to reach new readers. We'd love for you to join in. Sign-ups open each Sunday right here on the MFRW Authors Blog.

Readers, here's your chance each week to get hooked on a new book! Authors share a short excerpt from their books. If you enjoy the sample, consider purchasing the full book through their buy link.

Also this month they have an exciting feature author -- 

I'm so excited that it's me.

Stop over and read my interview and enter for a chance to win my latest releases.


Sunday, April 6, 2014

Length is an Issue

No, I'm not talking about that...I referring to the length of a story.

Depending on the length of your manuscript, you might have to look at a different publisher.

Example -

 The Wild Rose Press accept

Rosette 7,500 to 20.000 words (ebook only)
Miniature Rose 20,001 to 40,000 words (ebook only)
Rosebud 40,001 to 65,000 words (ebook only)
Bouquet (anthology) 65,001 to 100,000 words (ebook only)
Rose 65,001 to 100,000 words (ebook & print)

While Ellora's Cave

Story length is 7,000 to 125,000 words. We do not take submissions of anthologies or collections. Each
story must be minimum 7,000 words and be submitted individually.

Each publisher can be different so check their submission guidelines before submitting.

So what do you do if you have a short story?

Possibilities -

Publish it yourself
Offer it as a free read
Look in to magazines who publish short stories.

Hope this helps,


Book Love - Red Riding Hood @Carly_Carson #MFRWorg

MFRW Author Carly Carson released Red Riding Hood, a Fantasy/ Fairy Tale, with Cupid Publishing on March 1, 2014.

Little Red is a happy-go-lucky young woman who enjoys having the attention of the boys in the village. Then a stranger comes to the forest, a man known only as Wolf. To the dismay of the village boys, he enters the rivalry for her favors. He has all the skills to make her want him. But does she have the strength to choose him in defiance of all her friends and family? Even more importantly, is he the right man for her?
And what she should do about Granny's warnings?

Warnings:  Explicit Sex  |  Heat Level:  R

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Thursday, April 3, 2014

Book Love for Just Ask @miadowning Change for a GC

Happy Thursday, everyone! Today's another chance to win a $10 gift certificate from The Wild Rose Press AND to check out a hot erotic romance from TWRP's catalog! Today I'm featuring a male/male romance by Mia Downing--Just Ask. Now don't forget to check out the Rafflecopter after you enjoy the blurb and excerpt! Mia has plenty of titles available at The Wild Rose Press!


When business mogul Jordan Hill inherits half of Bendura Island Resort, a posh vacation destination in the Fiji Islands, the will demands he release his half uncle's ashes somewhere on the island and that he indulge in a real vacation before he sells. As Jordan is reeling with grief and under good circumstances doesn't do vacations, especially if they include horses and looming volcanoes, he finds himself on uneven footing. The footing turns treacherous as Jordan realizes, for the first time in his life, he's attracted to a man--his new business partner.

For resort entrepreneur Ryan McCale, Bendura Island is a dream come true as well as his livelihood. He was warned Jordan would try to sell sight unseen, and after meeting him, there's no doubt the business shark has dollar signs in his eyes. But there's also vulnerability and desire in that chocolate gaze. Suddenly, Ryan's looking forward to showing Jordan the delights of the island and hoping to convince his new partner Bendura could be his dream, too.

Contains: Explicit language, hot m/m lovin', light kink, two gorgeous guys, horses, and an impending insurance nightmare of a volcano. Enjoy!

Approx: 184 pages


"Then come for five-thirty, dress casual."

There was something biting in Ryan's voice that said if Jordan wore a suit, he was slamming the door in his face. "How casual?"

"Hawaiian print shirt and khaki shorts. Sandals or flip-flops. It's too hot for jeans."Ryan's lips curved into the hint of a naughty smile. "They sell those at the resort shop, too."

"Any certain color for the shirt, or will you allow me to choose that?" Smart ass, tossing the gauntlet like that, assuming he didn't own casual clothes.

A quick mental tour through the suitcase told Jordan that he didn't, which pissed him off. He had stuff for the gym, a swim suit, casual slacks, suits. Which meant another trip to the hell that was the resort shop.

Fuck you, Blake, thinking you know me better than I know myself.

Ryan's gaze thoughtfully slid down and then up Jordan's frame. Jordan's skin heated with a tingle that had nothing to do with the humidity. He shifted, appalled that his cock would stir even just a little as Ryan's perusal ended at his mouth, hesitating there for a nanosecond that Jordan surely read wrong. But stir his dick did, his body obviously okay with being checked out.

Ryan cocked his head, a slow smile spreading across his lips. "Blue. Or Green."

"And if they don't carry one?"

"You're coming to talk to me about selling your portion of the island. It would be wise to humor me if you want me to listen to what you have to say. I can make this deal sit in court for years and years, so if I want you to show up naked, I suggest you do." Ryan's tone was soft, but his eyes glinted with blue steel.

Jordan couldn't remember the last time he'd been given an ultimatum, so this was another fucking first.

The sizzle of anger paled in comparison to the jolt of desire singing along his nerves, one that joined with the fierce need to run right out and buy that blue shirt and khaki shorts. Holy fucking shit.

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