Aliens and an Oops from Holley

I goofed, and I’m sorry. I sort of fell off the planet in the last few weeks and missed my biweekly LL&L check-ins. Suffice it to say I’ve been on the go a lot and doing some personal and business travel. I’m not quite done yet, but right now, I’m in front of my computer and can catch you up on news.

How’s this?

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*cackles darkly*

The Jekh Saga will start rolling on on August 9. These are big, meaty, sci-fi romances with some colonization politics and a lot of hard-up guys (this sentence reads dirtier than I intended) on a planet where few women remain.

Here’s the summary for the first story, Erstwhile:

As an adamant opponent of Terran settlement on the planet Jekh, Owen McGarry made his family name synonymous with “traitor” on Earth. Lobbyists standing to profit from off-world colonization hinted that the Jekhans were preparing to declare war. Nearly twenty years after Owen’s supposed death, his granddaughter Courtney wants to learn the truth—even if she has to travel to the far-flung colony to do it.

Court soon learns that not only was her grandfather right about the Jekhans, but that conditions on their world are far more hostile than she feared. Terran forces decimated the population of the resident human-alien hybrids, and the people who remain seem to be all out of fight. That is, except for the pair of men Court finds hiding in her basement.

Fugitives Murki and Trigrian see a future in Court. On a planet where so few women remain, she has the potential to be the mate the lovers need. And more, she could become the advocate for their people that her grandfather didn’t get the chance to be.

When the corrupt local government seeks to punish Court’s friends and family for her actions, she has no choice but to make a stand. If it takes a riot to make the people on Earth see that they were misled about Jekh, she’s more than willing to start one. After all, her reputation couldn’t possibly get any worse.

Look for Erstwhile on August 9! You can pre-order it now.

(Read on Apple devices? You can now download a free three-chapter sample from iBooks.)

Sharon Hamilton’s bestselling Navy SEAL series continues

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Sharon Hamilton’s bestselling Navy SEAL series continues with NASHVILLE SEAL: JAMESON. On sale now!

Jameson and Lizzie's story continuesHere’s a short excerpt:

But there was no denying he was mad. It was like how he felt if he gave a bad performance. He’d wind up back at the motel room, alone and feeling sorry for himself, in a rotten mood until that knock on the door. Some angel would come and be his temporary lifeline, breathe the life back into him with her body, with her kisses, with all the magic and allure those groupie kittens could provide him. He needed that tonight.

Except tonight he was with his lovely new bride. His blushing bride. On the first night of their marriage. When he should be the prince charming and end her Cinderella day with the bedding of a lifetime. With a night she’d remember her whole life. That’s what Lizzie deserved. Could he pretend enough to give that to her? What did that make him then? Did he deserve her?

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More Ramblings from Tami Lund

What do you do when it’s time to write a blog post, and nothing comes to mind? I could talk about my grief, how we’re still mucking through this new life, but to be honest, for once I’m not in the mood to talk or write about it. Actually, I’m rarely in the mood to talk about it, but usually, writing about it comes easy. Except for today.

I could talk about the other things going on in my life, I suppose. I’m writing this on a Sunday, and I haven’t seen my husband and daughter for five days. They’ve been in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, partaking in the annual boys’ fishing trip.

Yep, you read that correctly: the boys’ fishing trip. Has always been my husband, his brother and brother-in-law, and their sons. My daughter, for the first time, decided she wanted to go. She’s currently going through a phase of attempting to cling to her brother’s memories by following in his footsteps in every possible way. My husband is loving it, of course, although it makes me nervous. This is my first experience dealing with this sort of grief, and I never know if we’re doing it right. I keep bringing it up to my therapist, though, and she keeps insisting it’s fine, so I’m trying to convince myself she’s the expert and I shouldn’t worry.

They’re finally heading home, should be here this evening. In the meantime, I’m packing my bags, as tomorrow morning I’ll be heading out of town for a week, thanks to the day job. Won’t be back until Thursday. That’s a long time to be away from your family for anyone, but as it’s still so new to have this smaller version of my own family, it’s even harder, I think. The good news is, two days after I return, we leave for our annual summer vacation.

One week, lounging on a beach, with no other worries except to feed ourselves and have fun. Maybe shower once in a while. It’s my favorite week of the entire year. It’s also the first time we’ll be doing it without my son, so I’m a little nervous the memories, the grief, the pain will dampen what should be a relaxing, enjoyable week. I’ve been giving myself pep talks for weeks now, trying to reassure myself it’s okay to have fun, and it’s okay to grieve, too. We’ll see how it goes, I suppose. I’ve learned a ton from this experience, including the fact that life goes on, no matter what.

Well look at that. I managed to write a blog post after all.

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Tami Lund sometimes writes seemingly pointless blog posts. She’s also an author, and one of her books happens to be on sale this week. It’s the start of a three-book series about a cursed shapeshifter and a woman who’s the last of her kind, and their oil-and-water relationship. If you’re curious, check it out here, for only 99 cents: OF LOVE AND DARKNESS.

Sara Daniel comes full circle with Tempting Mr. Forever

My first e-book was titled Mr. Forever. It was contracted by a start-up e-publisher before they’d officially opened their doors, and the book released in December 2011, two months after the grand opening. The contract was for 3 years, and in that time I published close to a dozen books, worked with more than half-dozen editors and three publishing houses. My writing had improved, and my publisher’s cover art had improved. I knew I could make Mr. Forever better and make its outward appearance more enticing.

My publisher agreed, and we contracted to re-release Mr.  Forever.  I revised the book and turned it in, the cover artist completed the new cover, and we set a new release date. Then in January of 2015, the publisher announced they were closing their doors and returning all rights to the authors. My plans to revive Mr. Forever went up in smoke.

I slowly regrouped. My Wiccan Haus books found a new home at Decadent Publishing, which breathed new life into the paranormal multi-author series. My novellas were revised, rebranded, relaunched as The Bad Boys of Regret Hollow series this spring. But Mr. Forever didn’t fit anywhere, and I didn’t have time to figure out what to do with it.

Until now.

Under a slightly altered name, Tempting Mr. Forever is now once again available for sale. It has been revised inside and out, and I am proud to say it is better than ever. Bonus: it is all mine. No publisher has the power to leave it in limbo again.

(P.S. If you’re one of the 64 people who bought Mr. Forever the first time around, shoot me an email (sarahafer at rocketmail dot com), and I’ll hook you up with a complimentary copy of the new and improved version. Thanks so much for sticking with me!!)

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Love is his enemy…and her answer.

A nationally televised bombshell revealing a secret son turns marriage therapist Caleb Paden’s life upside down. While others focus on the public relations disaster for his company, he can only think of rescuing his baby and providing the stable home dictated by his marriage theories—one devoid of love and emotions.

Olivia Wells might not be the baby’s biological mother, but she loves him as much as any parent could. Letting him go will break her heart. Letting him go to a man who doesn’t believe in love will tear her apart.

As she helps Caleb bond with his child, Olivia finds herself falling for the man behind the stuffy therapist persona. However, he wants nothing to do with her love and emotions, and those are the only things she has to give. If she can’t convince him love is the answer, not the enemy, she will lose both the baby she loves and her heart.

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Hot and Heavy with Wolf Raider!

Wolf_Raider-Jianne_Carlo-200x320OMG, I just got the cover for Wolf Raider, #4 in my White Wolf Pack series! Is this not totally scrumptious?

Normally, I’m not a fan of facial hair on my men, but I looove the sexy mush and goatee. He looks so scruffy and lickable. And he’s the epitome of ‘Chainsaw Chad’ MacTire, my’Wolf Raider’ hero!

So, it simply segues into a tantalizing excerpt from Chad and Lizzie’s tale.

Excerpt from Wolf Raider:

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Blizzard conditions—check.

Transportation impossible—check.

Being ‘forced’’ to spend the night at Chad MacTire’s condo—check.

“My sister keeps a few clothes here.”

The object of Lizzie White’s sexual fantasies for the last five months raked her from tilted beret to BDSM-style boots. Her breasts sizzled under his searing stare. She prayed her feverish desire and frazzled nerves didn’t show, and clamped her mouth shut.

“She’s shorter than you.”

Near hypnotized by Chad’s mesmerizing eyes, the color of wet slate, his words didn’t register for a three-second delay. Even when her brain translated the meaning of his last couple of sentences, her vocal cords refused to activate. She should murmur some polite inanity. But, the enormity of what she was about to do fried any semblance of rationality left in her singed gray matter.

“And not as full-figured.” His Texan drawl punched a lingering note of carnality into the remark. Ebony lashes, too thick and lush, for any male, dropped when his gaze skimmed the twin mounds of her breasts straining her shirt.

No amount of willing her blood to cool worked. Her nipples budded and she went wet down there. Sweat coated her nape and her grip on the laptop case white-knuckled.

“It’d probably be better if I loaned you one of my sweats and a T-shirt. They’ll be big, but that’s better than wearing too tight clothes.”

The devil had it in for her.

Chad’s sweats abrading her pussy. The material that gloved his cock riding her clit. Cat on a hot tin roof had nothing on the sexual tension driving Lizzie. “Thanks, but not necessary, I sleep in the altogether. I am sorry to put you to such an inconvenience, however.”

Lie number one—she wasn’t sorry at all.

Had Mr. Stoic actually blinked at her I-sleep-naked declaration?

A hint of a smile teased the corners of a mouth Jared Leto would envy. Chad’s sexy lips and those mesmerizing granite irises such a total disconnect from a jaw so square and sculpted she doubted steel fists could dent his flesh.

How did a man whose nose had to have been broken at least twice and whose features epitomized Mafioso toughness own a full head of inky curls? In certain instances, his profile reminded her of Lord Byron, the famous Regency poet.

Lizzie stifled a snort.

Chad MacTire was so not the poet type.

Known as ‘Chainsaw Chad’ by his hapless victims, for way he dissected conglomerates, and ‘the Wolf Raider’ by his media admirers because his Irish Gaelic last name translated to wolf, Chad had not a gram of romance in him.

“It’s not as if you caused the worst weather conditions in the last century of Chicago weather.” As usual, his smile didn’t quite reflect in those impenetrable silver-rimmed eyes.

She repressed a smug smirk.

Of course, he’d never in this universe believe she’d caused the blizzard deliberately.

But, she had.

It formed the focal point of her scheme to seduce him.

Lizzie couldn’t wait for him to see her without the glasses and the dowdy clothes she normally wore. As it was, the BDSM-style boots had had him flummoxed from the second she’d stepped into his condo. The thrill of that small victory, when he’d done a double take after she unbuttoned her coat, still flared beneath her ribcage.

“The snow’s so wet I wouldn’t be surprised if we lost power soon.”

Perfect.

Hot screwing happened in blackouts.

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Hope that made your Monday marvelous!!

Cheers,

Jianne

Super sexy summer read by Emilia Mancini

Super sexy summer read on sale.

(Yeah, that sounds cheesy, but every word is true!)

From the moment Kyle met his roommate’s mother, he found her attractive. But the more time he spends around Kate, the more his desire threatens to consume him. The feisty redhead enters his every fantasy—a curse that only gets worse after Kate invites Kyle to stay with her when he needs a place to crash for the summer. It doesn’t take long, however, for Kyle to suspect he isn’t the only one fighting temptation.

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“Admit it,” I insisted. “You like me watching you.”

“Yes. I like that you look at me.”

I lightly traced the low neckline of her dress. Her breasts lifted as she gasped. “And that I steal touches whenever I can.”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Should I stop?”

“Probably.”

I lowered my hand and gently brushed over one of her nipples. “Do you want me to?” She took deep breath and after a long hesitation said, “No.”

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Of Course It’s Research

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I discovered a great new drink called an Orange Crush. It has real, fresh-squeezed oranges in it…and a whole lot of alcohol.

Sitting at a bar beside the water, watching the moon set, drinking with Navy pilots, Naval Flight Officers and SEALs this past weekend was research. That’s my story and I’m sticking with it.

It’s been years since I’ve had the opportunity to sit around and talk with active duty military men and women, so it was fun to enjoy the company of members in that exclusive club once again. Thanks to my Navy expert, and a book signing in Norfolk, Virginia, I’d call my trip to that area…a true success.

For all those who were wondering, yes, they ARE that good looking. Or maybe that is just my opinion because I’ve always preferred that clean-cut, all American, great smile, and polite hold-the-door type man. And the women are gorgeous! Fit and trim, beautiful even without makeup. I would put any one of them, male or female, on a book cover and I can guarantee that no airbrushing would be required.

I met at least two dozen 25-35 year old military professionals who generously allowed me to ask rather personal questions. From a demographic standpoint, they ran the gambit. Some were married, some engaged, yet others were dedicated to the single life. The best part was, they were all the nicest people. That means my books close to reality.

As an author, I worry about getting dialog correct. After listening to these seasoned military men and women, (okay, I was eavesdropping a lot, too) I should probably add more “f-bombs” in my next book.

I met some real, kick-ass women, who have remained on active duty and married military men. The overall theme was, “We make it work!” When one is on the East Coast, and the other is stationed on the West Coast, or deployed overseas, they just work at it harder.   These women are dedicated to serving our country and at the same time, dedicated to their husbands. As a Marine wife of 37 years, it was refreshing to see that will to make the marriage a success when surrounded by so much temptation.

And speaking of kick-ass, active duty women, have you read Unrelenting Love?

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