Guest Elaine Raco Chase!

I’m very pleased to introduce guest author Elaine Raco Chase today. With a steamy new release, I know she will find a place on your TBR list.

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She invented him!

At least she thought she had!          

Kit Forrester lived a life of lies – so what was one more? When her first vacation ever sank like the Titanic – she couldn’t tell her friends THAT! So she did what she always did – she lied.

And told everyone about her fabulous five day cruise.  Her days of fun in the sun and moonlit nights with the man of her dreams – Rafe Morgan – tall, handsome, incredibly sexy and successful.

And well – now they were engaged!

There was just one 6’2″, 230 lb. problem –

Rafe Morgan did exist and he wanted answers.

Retired Navy SEAL and Texas business tycoon, Rafe Morgan was sure he was being set up by his suddenly acquired fiancée. He had spent 20 years in the Navy and was trained to handle anything – until he came up against one volatile New York redhead with wicked curves and the world’s hardest ass!

And then he saw her sex lair and was more than willing to be Caught in a Trap.  And to set one of his own!

Content Warning: this book is intended for mature adult readers (18+) who are not offended by profanity and explicit sex scenes. While this is a romantic comedy, some readers may find some subject matter difficult to read – unfortunately such events are true.  

Spoiler alert: please be advised that no comic books, superheroes, duct tape, handcuffs, ropes or chocolate milk were harmed during the writing of this novel.


“I’ve met men like you before, pushy and controlling. First, I’m type AB negative blood, with the emphasis on negative. So if you think you’re a modern day vampire, I am not on the menu so just forget about making me your beverage of choice.”

He shook his head and tried not to laugh. “Trust me, that won’t be a problem.” Kit’s pacing figure drew him like a magnet. The auburn braid kept hitting against her shoulder. Her thin white T-shirt was soaked with perspiration and plastered against her breasts. Even with a bra, Rafe could see the outline of her nipples, the hardened nubs pushing against the cotton. He took a deep breath and tried to focus on whatever the hell she was saying.

“And while you may like your women all submissive and cowering and calling you sir and wearing a collar or hanging from a rope or wearing fuzzy handcuffs and a blindfold or having a ball gag in their mouth – that won’t be happening. Don’t even think about nipple clamps or butt plugs or putting BenWa balls in any orifice. And you better not have a secret red walled, sound-proof room filled with assorted sex toys either.”

Rafe vaguely heard her talking nonsense because he was mesmerized by her frayed Daisy Dukes. Riley had been right, her shorts were dangerous. There was something about denim and the erotic juncture of her ass and upper thighs that was causing his stick and stones to engorge with both pleasure and pain. The crazy combination of damp T-shirt, cut-offs, and well-toned, long, tanned legs caused his internal temperature to reach the boiling point.

“I’ll pretend to be your fiancée,” Kit agreed, walking past him again, “but I’ll only be your vertical fiancée not a horizontal one.”

“Not a problem.” Rafe grabbed her shoulders, spun her around and pushed her back against the wall. “I do vertical.”


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Doctor WHO??? by Christy Gissendaner

Guys and gals, I don’t get it. I really, really don’t. What is this obsession with Doctor Freaking Who? My hubby DVR’d the marathon and I’ve listened to the bad dialogue, seen the horrible acting and (let’s be honest) none-too-attractive actors, and I’m left scratching my head….

Is it just a British thing? I mean, I love BBC’s Pride & Prejudice like the next gal (sigh..Colin Firth!), but this show just isn’t making sense to me. What’s the attraction? If I hear a metallic voice saying “….” Hell, I don’t even KNOW what it’s saying….I’ll probably scream. I swear I will.

Someone please shed some light on this for me. It’s worried me for about two weeks now as every day, my hubby starts up the show (right beside my computer) and I have to listen to it. I spin around in my chair and yell, “Will you please turn that crap down?!?” To which his answer is “It’s not crap.” Well, I beg to differ.

I’ve seen the comments on FB. Saw the headlines. But I would rather watch open-heart surgery, while eating bloody steak, on top of a pile of ants with honey slathered over my bootay. Really would.

On a sidenote, it’s Friday. Happy, happy, happy!

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Fall Break and Counting Down to GRL!

It’s fall break, AKA my week of freedom from the daily responsibilities of being a stay at home mom to the wildest six-year-old twins on the planet.  That’s right, my husband takes them to Wisconsin every fall to visit his parents and I stay home and write, with Hank keeping me company. I’m working on a contemporary small town romance with a bit of a hurt/comfort feel and a coming out narrative. It’s much like my other stories in that it’s very character-driven, with a focus on the romantic relationship, self-discovery, and finding a place to call home. I can’t wait to share it with you all!

This week we also passed the “One month until GRL” countdown, so you know I’m totally freaking out, right? Is my swag good enough? Do I have the right clothes? It’s in Chicago–do I even own a coat? Of course all these questions are completely irrelevant when I realize I’ll be spending five days with some of my favorite people on the planet. The company trumps swag, no doubt.

In my preparation for GRL I am ordering some print books to give away, some to sell at the signing, and some to give away here on this blog and on my own personal blog. Do you love paperbacks, want to win one? Leave a note in the comments and I’ll draw a winner sometime this weekend. Your choice of a print copy of The Lonely Drop or The Dark Collector. Due to the enormous cost of international shipping, this giveaway is US-only, sorry!


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What’s Next? More Wolves!

Betrayed-Becca_Jameson-500x800My next release is Betrayed, the 6th book in the Wolf Gatherings series. It releases October 2 with Hartwood Publishing! It should be available for preorder on Amazon any second now! Waiting… Waiting…


Heather Peters is recovering from her recent kidnapping at the sprawling Spencer ranch in northwest Texas. After witnessing more in the last few weeks than anyone should see in a lifetime, she needs the relaxation the Spencers and their ranch provide while applying for nursing jobs all over the country.

Marcus Cunningham is hovering on the edge of the Spencer ranch, watching closely to ensure the place is indeed a refuge where he might find peace from his family, the leaders of the Romulus, a subversive shifter organization run by his grandfather.

When Heather is bitten by a rattlesnake and goes down hard right before Marcus’s eyes, he has a moral obligation to approach and ensure the woman is okay. Not only is she in danger, but she’s his mate.

As events unfold, Marcus must face his mate and the Spencers with the information that will implicate his grandfather and cause a necessary battle between shifters battling to preserve their way of life, the North American Reserves, and rogue criminals, the Romulus. The future of all shifters depends on Marcus’s skill and knowledge.


Marcus watched her every expression. Heather Peters was gorgeous. He couldn’t stop panting at her feet. Her red hair was disheveled around her face, the curls falling in every direction even though she tried repeatedly to tuck them behind her ears. Freckles dotted her nose and cheeks, enticing him when she scrunched up her face. Her eyes bored into him, the green depths seeming to reveal her deepest, darkest secrets.
When she flattened and stared at the ceiling, he settled more comfortably at her feet. He hadn’t eaten since early yesterday, but he could go a long time in wolf form without food.
What he couldn’t do was stay away from Heather. He’d tried. All night he’d wandered the woods, pacing. But by morning he knew it was a lost battle. He needed to be near her. Even if he didn’t shift, he needed to know she was okay. Healing. Recuperating. The rest he would figure out as he went along. First, he could at least get a better feeling for these people inside their home rather than pacing the edge of the forest.
Not to mention the fact she was bound to tell them about him. He decided he was better off coming forward rather than being found roaming the property.
He had enough hurdles to surmount without adding creepy stalker to the mix.
What he hadn’t figured into the equation was the way her presence would slam him in the chest and take his breath away. In human form in a trapped room, it was worse. She was his. Did she know that? She seemed interested in getting to know him, but she hadn’t specifically said anything about them being mates.
“Thank you,” she muttered as she pulled her damn sheet higher.
For what? For rescuing her? He hadn’t really done anything. She’d done all the work. All he’d done was lie next to her and then nudge her into action.
Someone knocked at the door, and Marcus lifted his head and swung toward the opening, immediately going on the defense.
“You doing all right in here?” It was yet another brother. He’d ascertained there were at least three brothers. Though he thought he remembered there being a fourth from his youth. They all looked like their father, so it was easy to figure out.
The latest man glanced at Marcus and furrowed his brow. He came farther into the room. “Is he going to shift?”
“Hmm. I’m not sure. He’s not saying.” Heather grinned, and Marcus nearly swallowed his tongue when a gorgeous smile spread across her face, lighting up her eyes until they sparkled.
The newcomer smirked. “Guess not. Weird.” He turned toward Marcus. “I’m Drake. I guess you met my dad and my brother, Scott.” He stuck his hands in his pockets and rocked on his heels as he turned back to face Heather. “He’s a chatty one, huh.”
“Yeah. I can’t rest with all his yammering.” She smiled again.
Marcus would gladly stay in wolf form forever if it meant seeing the twinkle in her eye.
Drake reached a hand forward, and Marcus growled before he could stop himself, lifting up on all fours.
Drake lifted both arms up. “Easy, fellow. I was just going to pour her some water. Her lips are dry. She hasn’t had enough to drink since she was bitten.” He slowly lowered his hands until he picked up the pitcher and poured a glass, only taking his gaze off Marcus for short instances.
Heather sat up, pulling her legs away from Marcus’s snout. She narrowed her gaze at him. She wasn’t laughing now. “Stop it.”
He conceded marginally, knowing his actions were unreasonable. Everything about this decision to come forward was unreasonable. He’d done so for purely selfish reasons in the end. He needed to know if it was true. That this woman, Heather Peters, was indeed his mate. It didn’t matter he wasn’t about to shift for her. He simply wanted to be certain she was safe, healing…and his.
Now that you know, what are you going to do with that information, big guy?
“Kinda protective, isn’t he?”
“Yeah.” She looked directly at Marcus while she spoke.
Drake handed Heather a glass of water. He turned toward Marcus. “Hey, if you want to get the next glass, be my guest.” And he turned and strolled from the room.
Marcus panted. He did want to get the next glass. He wouldn’t, but he wanted to. There were a lot of things he wanted, but life didn’t always throw the best curve balls. Claiming a mate at this juncture was beyond selfish. Marcus had nothing to offer this woman except a pile of horrific information concerning his own flesh and blood. She would freak out if she knew half of the shit he’d been a party to.
“So, how long are we going to hang out like this?” She set her glass down and crossed her arms. The blankets were tucked tightly against her chest. He wished she’d let them fall.
He sat back down with a sigh, jerking his attention back to his mate. He couldn’t have answered her if he wanted to. Right now he wanted to stare at her and make sure she was safe. He hadn’t thought past that yet.
She’s safe. You can see that. Why are you still here?
Heather scooted back down and held his gaze for a long time. Finally her eyes fluttered shut, and she slept again.
Marcus inched forward slowly. He wanted to be as close to her as possible. There was plenty of space alongside her, and she couldn’t protest while asleep… He also couldn’t bring himself to leave her yet…
Someone was petting him… It felt so good, like his mother used to do when he was a small child. Slowly he opened his eyes, suddenly aware he’d fallen asleep. It had been a dream.
Only it wasn’t a dream. It was Heather. He stared into her face. Her eyes were closed, her mouth parted in a sweet position, indicating she was deep asleep. But her hand was on top of him, hugging him to her.
And he’d never been as happy as that moment. In sleep she craved his proximity. She’d pulled him closer, or perhaps she’d scooted toward him.
The room was bright. Midday. Marcus needed water. He eyed the pitcher on the bedside table with envy.
Heather stirred. A soft moan escaped her lips, and then she dug her hand deeper into his fur. A moment passed before she became alert enough to realize her position.
She bolted upright, releasing him. Her chest heaved. She brushed her hair from her face. “You scared the crap out of me.”
Marcus watched her breasts as they rose and fell, her nipples erect under the tight tank top. She was sexy as hell, and he couldn’t do a damn thing about it in this state. Or in any state, asshole.
“Still in wolf form, I see.” She inched away from him. “Aren’t you hungry? Thirsty?”
He was. But he didn’t move, not wanting her scent to disappear.
Heather shoved at him. “Get off the bed, you mutt. I need to use the bathroom.”
Marcus hesitated. If he could have laughed at her term for him, he would have. He glanced at her ankle. It looked much better. She could probably walk. He bounded from the bed, landing on all fours. He sat on his haunches as she swung her legs around and threw her blankets back.
Heather winced as she set her feet on the floor. “My bladder’s going to burst,” she muttered. She tentatively put pressure on her foot and then stood. “Ow. Son of a bitch, that hurts.”
Marcus leaped forward, though he hadn’t a clue what he could do to help.
As soon as she steadied herself enough to avoid falling, Marcus lifted his gaze from her feet. And God almighty. He sucked in a breath. Even in wolf form, he reacted to her.
Heather wore nothing but silk panties and a tank top. It was askew, almost revealing one breast. She hobbled forward, holding on to the bedside table as she moved toward the attached bathroom.
Marcus couldn’t move. He was in her way, but he was frozen in his spot, mesmerized by her sexy body. Her pale legs and arms matched her face, all wide expanse of glorious smooth skin dotted with freckles.
When she couldn’t get past him, she turned toward him. “Move. Geez.” And then she glanced down at herself. She righted her shirt and rolled her eyes. “Oh for fuck’s sake. Have you never seen a woman in her underwear? Lord, wolfboy.” She set her hands on her hips, no longer doing her best to cover herself. “Dude. I don’t know if you realize this, but it seems you’re my mate. I can’t for the love of God figure out why you’re sitting at my feet all doggy like, but move so I can use the bathroom.”
Marcus hopped up and did as she said, inwardly chuckling at her endearments. Wolfboy? Mutt? Doggy? If he’d been in human form, he would have bust a gut laughing. She was right. This was absurd. But he didn’t have the courage to change. And until this moment, he hadn’t had any intention of changing ever. Could he do it? Leave this woman and walk away?
Heather passed him and hobbled to the bathroom. She shut the door, leaving him alone in the room. He glanced around her space. It was sparsely furnished, and there was nothing to indicate it was lived in full time by any particular person. The comforter at the foot of the bed was floral. Was Heather a floral kind of girl? He didn’t think so.
This wasn’t her room. It was a guest room. Did she not live in the main house? She didn’t appear to be related to the people who’d come in and out of the room. A bit too formal. Maybe she’d been visiting.
Or maybe she’s one of the women kidnapped by the North American Reserves last month. Marcus held his breath as he considered the option. It was possible, though he hadn’t seen evidence of any of the others. He hadn’t seen more than three women on the property at any time.
He had to agree with his mother. No way were the Spencers involved in something sinister. He’d been here for hours and no one had yet been anything other than polite and accepting, even though he’d given them no reason whatsoever to trust him.
Heather hobbled back into the room. She opened a drawer and pulled out a few things. She ignored him completely, and then she headed back for the restroom. Seconds later, he heard water running. The shower.
If she hadn’t closed the door entirely, he didn’t believe he would have been able to keep from nosing it open and watching her strip out of her meager clothing and duck under the spray. He licked his chops thinking about it.
In wolf form his ardor was at bay, but barely. If he shifted now, he wouldn’t be able to control himself. He’d never wanted a woman as badly as Heather Peters in his life. And her feisty mannerisms and cocky mouth made him itch to claim her immediately. He couldn’t believe how strong the call to mate could be. Overpowering to the point of insanity.
He panted, staring at the bathroom door. He needed to shift, on a visceral level. He needed to claim this woman almost as bad as he needed his next breath. No, worse. Instead he growled low in his throat as he listened to the water running down the drain, knowing his mate was naked behind the door. Damn Fate and Her wicked, witty self.

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What next? by Lynn Lorenz/Theodora Lane

You might be wondering, what is that Lynn Lorenz/Theodora Lane up to these days?

Well, besides trying to get over the empty nest feelings of “hey, why didn’t the kids do the dishes?” I’ve been busy on the writing front.
Signed the contract with Loose Id for the next Lynn Lorenz Rougaroux Social Club werewolf book – Bayou des Enfants. Yeehaw! Should be starting edits soon. Have no idea when it will come out, readers. Sorry. But I’m sure the cover will look something like these…
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Theodora Lane is not doing too bad either. Contracts are in the mail for a new series, Maximus Force, about a group of ex-special forces guys set here in Texas, and their adventures in the rescue for hire business. It’s a three book deal, with the possibility for more, if sales are good. This is with Hartwood Publishing, formerly Taliesin Publishing. Same great people, just a name change. Here are some of their wonderful covers for my books with them…
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Lynn is also planning on writing the next Werewolf Fight League book and the next Locke and Blade story too! WWFL is from Loose Id and Locke and Blade is from Amber Quill Press. Wow, I managed to wedge a ton of covers into this post. Nice! Cuz they’re pretty!
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So I’ve got some writing to do as you can see. Along with a few other things I’ve started and need to finish before subbing them.

There is no rest for the wicked…

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Guest Post: Sofia Grey–Lila’s Wolf

Lila’s Wolf blog tour





The one with the fluffy plans and the dark ideas




The Out of Time series was originally intended to be something quite fluffy – a series of super-hot short stories, with characters going back in time, to sample lovers through the ages. Fun, hot, sexy. I might still write that idea one day.


When I started work though, and my characters began to talk to me, something different emerged. Darker, more emotional. My ideas for the future society took shape, and I realised my characters wouldn’t be so free and easy. They were constrained by their society, and their own laws.


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They weren’t used to love, had no experience of casual, light relationships, and so when they do fall, they fall hard.


At this stage, I’ve plans for two more books in the series. The next, Clara’s Airman is set against the backdrop of World War 2, a period when emotions ran high – something my characters will be unused to. The third, Juliet’s Soldier, is going to be set a short time ago, comparatively speaking. At the moment, I’m placing it in the early 1990’s, when mobile technology was just starting out. Only twenty years ago, but a different society from today, and still primitive for my travellers.



Which period would you like to see a time travel story? Tell me in the comments, and you’ll go into the draw for the blog tour giveaway.






What he felt for Lila could not be defined and constrained by the life he was expected to live. True, the rules were starting to relax a fraction and some ranks were allowed to propose their own choice of partner, still to be approved by the Council, of course. But even if he found some way to propose for Lila, he would never be selected as her partner. His odd-colored eyes made him poor genetic material. His only chance for any kind of life with her would be if they left society for a colony. Or if they ran away to another time.


If he’d been able to persuade her, they could have joined up with the sprawling communities led by Ambrosius in the mountains. They’d have lived in a remote village, raised a family and led a simple but happy life together. He could see it in his head. Two, three, or even four little children with bright blue eyes and gleaming yellow hair. Chickens running wild, hunting dogs, and ponies gathered around the homestead. He’d be able to show Lila just how much he loved her, and living so far from habitation, it would have been almost impossible for the ghardians to find them.


Karma was a bitch sometimes. He’d wanted them to run away and evade the ghardians. Now he relied on them for rescue.




Lila’s Wolf (Out of Time #1) is available 4 September 2014, from Hartwood Publishing


Genre: Dark time-travel romantic suspense





The only way to save him, might be to leave him behind



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When Lila Cammell is abandoned by her time-jump partner, leaving her alone in Britain in the Dark Ages, revenge is the only thing on her mind. She’d trusted Jared Grohl with her life and her heart, and bringing him to justice will be sweet.

Finding him captured and enslaved by the Saxons changes all her assumptions. Now it’s a fight for survival, but the only way to save him, might be to leave him behind.




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Date Host Blog post
8-Sept Barbara Kuhl


Google & conspiracy theories
9-Sept Tara Quan Vampire bonding & eye colours


10-Sept Parker Kincade


Picture books & virtual streets
11-Sept Pippa Jay


TARDIS & the grassy knoll
11-Sept Book Boyfriend Junkies Solar powered fridges & the right dress


12-Sept Rosanna Leo


Battlefield & giant library
12-Sept Diane Saxon Richard Hammond & exotic food


13-Sept Cover Reveals


14-Sept Bookly Booknatics


Ghardians & timelines
14-Sept Love, Lust & Laptops Fluffy plans & dark ideas


15-Sept A Coffee Addict’s Book Reviews
16-Sept Barb Taub – Writing & Coffee


Paradox & runaways
17-Sept Epic Narrative Book Reviews Beautiful society & Ghardians


17-Sept Those Crazy Book Chicks Loophole & ideas file


18-Sept Barbara Elsborg Rosemary Sutcliff & history classes


19-Sept Loralie Hall

  • Tetris & good bathrooms
    20-Sept JL Simpson


    Giant library & dodgy Utopia





    Sofia Grey


    About Author

    Romance author Sofia Grey spends her days managing projects in the corporate world and her nights hanging out with wolf shifters and alpha males. She devours pretty much anything in the fiction line, but she prefers her romances to be hot, and her heroes to have hidden depths. When writing, she enjoys peeling back the layers to expose her characters’ flaws and always makes them work hard for their happy endings.

    Music is interwoven so tightly into my writing that I can’t untangle the two. Either I’m listening to a playlist on my iPod, have music seeping from my laptop speakers, or there’s a song playing in my head – sometimes on auto-repeat.


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    My Book Wish List

    Hell on HeelsBack on August 28th, I shared my rabid love for Jayne Ann Krentz books to the point I’d made it a goal to own all her books (and mostly have succeeded but for several that were hard to find).  So, y’all already know that not only am I a romance author, but I’m also a romance reader.

    BTW I did read The Hot Zone by Jayne Ann Krentz w/a Jayne Castle and loved it.  I highly recommend it if you like her SFR books.

    Like Parker Kincade, my fellow LL&Ler, who shared what she’s looking forward to reading — I, too, have a Wish List of upcoming books. So, I thought I’d share them.

    They aren’t in any particular order, but are  the books I have on my Amazon Wish List. Some are coming out this month, some aren’t out until early next year.  But they all have one thing in common — I can’t wait to read them!

    Hell on Heels — Robyn Peterman — Funny, irreverently good reading.  Always a feel good read.

    A Deadly Web (Bishop Files Novel) — Kay Hooper — an offshoot of her Bishop/SCU novels.  I just finished Haunted last week.  Kay is still developing the romance/attraction between Hollis and Reese. This book brought Hollis that much closer to Reese who has already shown a patience most alpha-males would not possess.  I luurve Reese.  Hollis does too, she just needs to heal a bit more. :)

    Midnight Promises - Lisa Marie Rice — Midnight Angel still has to be one of my most favorite of her books.  This book takes place in that world.

    You Only Love Twice – Lexi Blake — Um, Lexi Blake – ’nuff said.

    Deacon  — Kristin Ashley — I’ve been waiting for another Unfinished Hero book and here it is — finally! Knight is still my fave.

    The Unleashing — Shelly Laurenston – a new series for Shelly.  I adore all her books. I have high hopes for this one.

    Dead Heat (Alpha and Omega) — Patricia Briggs — CAN. NOT. WAIT. I’m not a Mercy Thompson fan, but this series is a must-read for me–and a re-read.

    If He’s Daring — Hannah Howell — another Wherlocke book.  They are like candy.  Yum.If He's Daring

    Dream Eyes — Jayne Ann Krentz — and of course, I want anything JAK writes.

    Archangel’s Shadows – Nalini Singh — this series is so much more complex and nuanced than her other series.

    Unbinding — Eileen Wilks — This is supposed to feature more of the Hellhound and his mate, who were featured in a short story and had smaller roles  in one of the other Lupi novels.  Yay!

    All of Stephanie Laurens upcoming Cynster books and any off-shoots of them (there are several) — I highly recommend getting on her newsletter mailing list since she does a super job of letting her fans know what’s coming out and how they connect to her other books.

    Anything Cherise Sinclair is working on — Note, I am one of her critique partners so I get to see things at all stages and I’m sort of prejudiced in her favor. She is a brilliant writer and her books talk to me on all sorts of levels (yes, that is the English major talking) – – but I still buy them and re-read them like the fan girl I am. Next up is a book in her paranormal world (which she has announced on her FB page will feature a bear shifter) and another 1001 Dark Nights novella (which is still in the works – so I’m not saying which world until she does).

    I’m also excited to read Parker Kincade’s next book, Cowboy Redeemed:) Love me a Parker book!

    And Rosanna Leo’s new Predator’s Fire is on my Kindle burning up the battery power as we speak.

    And I have had the privilege, fan-girl that I am, to get an advanced review copy of the fourth Tai Randolph book by Tina Whittle, Deeper Than the Grave, (Poisoned Pen Press), which Tina will pimp on the LL&L blog in a guest appearance on November 2nd (um, rumor is there will be a give-away).  Can I just say – LOVED IT!  Tai and Trey’s romance is sweet and deep and gives me goosebumps.

    Those should keep me busy when I am not working on my own books (Storm Warning, SSI Book 4 is in progress).

    What are you looking forward to reading in the upcoming months? Share, so we can all add to our Wish Lists.



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