Happy Thanksgiving

Celebrate Thanksgiving

It’s Thanksgiving day here in the United States.

While I know many of you live in other countries, today’s post isn’t about promotion. Today is about appreciation. Gratitude. Being thankful.

And really, isn’t that what every day should be about?

Thank you for being here. Thank you for reading. Thank you for taking this journey with me. I wouldn’t be where I am without you.

“I awoke this morning with devout thanksgiving for my friends, the old and the new.” ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

I wish you all a safe and happy holiday season.


New Release Coming!

Need-Becca_Jameson-500x800Exciting times always in my office. 🙂 I’m a little crazy and frazzled most of the time. It’s no surprise to anyone who knows me!

So, my next release is Need. It’s the third book in The Fight Club series. For anyone wondering, there are six altogether, and I’m currently finishing the fifth. And I need a nap…and less caffeine…and more hours in the day!

Here’s a blurb for Need:

Emily Townsend needs closure. And she’s will do anything to get it, including visit a local BDSM club. What she doesn’t expect is for the sexy man she’s been ogling for three weeks to waltz over to her table and dominate her in a way she’s never experienced.

Rider Henderson doesn’t do newbies. Or girlfriends. But the cute pixy hanging around his club has drawn him to her side like a magnet. Perhaps if he took her on as a trainee, he could purge her from his system.

The steam between Emily and Rider is undeniable. Not only is she a natural submissive, but she also enjoys watching him fight. That doesn’t change the fact Rider doesn’t want a permanent woman hanging around, nor does Emily have any interest in sharing Rider with her family or coworkers. It’s a summer fling. Nothing more.


And here’s an excerpt: (It’s naughty! Not for those who don’t care for naughty!)

“Take off your panties.”
Emily froze. He’d known she would. He’d intentionally pushed her to the edge of her comfort zone and then let her topple over the precipice. “Here?”
“Now?” She lifted her gaze to his.
“You’ve only learned three rules and you’re already breaking them all.” Surely this wouldn’t take long.
Her mouth opened again.
Rider waited. He fought to keep from smiling. He fought to keep from clasping his dick in his hand. Hell, he fought to keep from reaching across the table and licking that gloss right off her lips to confirm what the flavor was.
What the hell are you thinking? The woman can’t do this. She isn’t submissive. But Rider knew subconsciously he was lying to himself. She was eager to learn and trembling splendidly with every instruction.
Emily lowered her entire head in a sharp movement before she remembered it was her gaze he was concerned about and corrected herself. “Sorry, Sir.” She tugged her hands from under her thighs as though they’d been glued to the vinyl bench. She set her fingers on her lap and glanced around the bar area.
“Don’t concern yourself with anyone else. The only person who matters right now is me. Besides, Extreme is filled with Doms and subs. Few people in this club have the time or inclination to pay attention to one wayward newbie in a dark corner removing her panties under the table.”
Emily brought her face back to center. She sat still for several moments. Finally, she lifted her ass the scant inches necessary, tucked her hands under her skirt, and squirmed as she drug her panties over her ass, across her thighs, and down her legs.
Fuck me. Rider lifted a hand and held it open, palm up. “I’ll take those.” He fought to control his voice. Damn.
Emily gasped. Her fingers shook as she brought the fistful of her panties above the table and set the wad on his palm.
Rider wanted to lift the panties to his face and inhale her scent instead, but he would content himself with knowing he could always do that later. Instead, he stuffed the treasure in the pocket of his jeans, leaning to one side to make the opening more accessible. He gritted his teeth when his hand brushed against his cock through the pocket.
When he’d righted himself, he spoke again. “Now, lift yourself off the bench and pull your skirt out from under your ass. Sit with your bare skin on the vinyl.”
Emily hesitated again, but she didn’t look around this time. She did as he told her.
“Spread your knees. I can’t see well from here, so I’m going to have to assume you’re following my instructions.”
She flinched, but her wiggling told him she’d complied, at least to a certain extent.
“Do I make you horny?” He didn’t bother lowering his voice.
“Yes, Sir.” She gripped the edge of the table again.
“I need verification.”
She sucked in a breath and waited.
“Dip two of your fingers into your pussy as far as you can. Show me how wet you are.”
“I— I can’t do that…Sir. Not here.” She glanced around again.
“Do you want to learn the ropes or not?” He leaned closer into her space. He knew he made her more uncomfortable than she’d ever been in her life. He also knew it was necessary. Her actions following his command would determine the rest of their relationship with each other. If Emily could follow this instruction and the one he intended to follow it with, he would know deep inside, she was submissive. There would be hope. For her or for me?
It was insane, really. He said himself he didn’t take newbies. Ever. Why then was he so attracted to this one that he felt the need to pressure her, test her, find out what she had in her?
Because you want her more than you want your next breath. It didn’t matter that it made no sense or that he’d never been with a woman so uneducated in his ways. What mattered was he needed to have her on a level so basic he was about to come in his jeans.
He’d never fuck her tonight. Hell, he didn’t intend to so much as touch her. He just wanted to push her one more step and leave her with something to consider. If she came back next week, he’d take her under his wing and tutor her. If not, no harm no foul.
Tell that to my cock.
“Emily.” He waited until he had her full attention. “You’re here. You’ve come here three times now. I’m not asking you to display your pussy to the entire room at large on your first foray into BDSM. I’m simply asking you to demonstrate your arousal level to me. Not one person is going to notice except me.
“Now, push two fingers into your pussy and draw them out for me to see.”
Emily’s hand shook as she released the table and reached under it.
Rider suddenly hated that table more than anything. He wanted to split it in half with his hand in a karate chop so he could watch her lift her skirt and slip her shaky fingers underneath it. He wanted to see her core, smell her essence, taste her arousal. But not tonight.
Emily lifted her butt off the bench. She gripped her thigh with her free hand, probably holding her skirt in place so it didn’t rise higher than she wanted.
There was no doubt what moment in time her fingers touched her pussy. She sucked her lips between her teeth. And the next moment, she moaned as her hand disappeared farther between her legs.
Rider almost moaned with her. So wanton.
She was that raw. Pure. Sexy as hell. And she had no idea.
Her hand trembled as she brought it above the table, lowering her ass back to the bench.
“Ah, so wet for me, baby.” Copious amounts of her arousal coated her fingers.
And now for the final test. “Suck them clean, Emily. Taste yourself. Learn your flavor.”
Emily remained still, her hand in the air in front of him, her middle fingers curling slightly as she pondered her choices.
When she made her decision, bringing those fingers to her lips and tentatively letting them slip into her open mouth, Rider almost came. He watched without blinking. His eyes burned with the image. He’d never forget that moment as long as he lived.
Emily challenged him too. She lifted her gaze to his and teased him mercilessly as she sucked first one finger clean and then the other. He’d created a monster. The little imp knew exactly what she was doing.
His chest pounded. His skin felt overly hot. He would need to masturbate before he could leave the club this evening.
But he didn’t care. Emily Townsend was his to control.
What the fuck are you going to do next, big guy?

New Release for Lynn Lorenz!

LL_RSC4_BayoudesEnfants_coverinTomorrow, Loose Id will release the next book in my Rougaroux Social Club series, Bayou Des Enfants.
I’m so happy that it’s going to finally come out, since it’s been a while since I’ve visited St. Jerome and the pack. This time, Scott’s mother is up to her old tricks and more than anything she wants grandkids. But it’s a problem, since Scott and Ted are gay, and neither are sure they want kids now.
But with this pack, the swamp, and a little voodoo hoodoo, anything is possible. Here’s the link at the site – http://www.loose-id.com/rougaroux-social-club-4-bayou-des-enfants.html It should be up on Amazon tomorrow.

If you’re not familiar with the series, it’s set in south Louisiana, deep in the swamps of Acadiana, in a little town called St. Jerome. This town has a secret – it harbors a pack of rougarou, werewolves – and they’re living in plain sight. The alpha of the pack is Scott Dupree and he’s also the sheriff. His beta Mike is the chief of the fire department. To stay hidden, they create a social club, it’s mission is to do raise money to help first responders in times of trouble. So every year they put on the Rougarou Festival, a weekend of food, drink, music and a costume contest for the best Rougarou.

9781611183818_cover.inddTrouble starts in book one, Bayou Dreams, when Scott’s mother, Darlene Dupree, also known as Maman, does a little voodoo hoodoo in the swamp and prays for her son to get his mate. Only she forgets to say Scott’s mate should be a woman. When Ted Canedo shows up, a gay PI from New Orleans, it’s insta-lust, but for Scott, who is not gay, it’s a shock to find out his wolf is gay. And wants to claim Ted the only way it knows how – to mate with him. Scott and Ted turn to Maman to break the spell, because if she doesn’t Scott might have to fight to the death to keep his position as alpha and as sheriff. http://www.amazon.com/Bayou-Dreams-Rougaroux-Social-ebook/dp/B004Y5MWZI/

LL_RSC_BayousEnd_coversm In the second book – Bayou’s End – Billy Trosclair, one of Scott’s deputies, meets Peter, an artist from the first book, and realizes the damaged young man is his mate. Peter’s a werewolf, running from his past and the pack who threw him out when they discovered he was gay. Billy has to build trust with Peter, but when he has to arrest Peter for theft, all bets are off. http://www.amazon.com/Bayous-Rougaroux-Social-Club-ebook/dp/B005SIISYO/

LL_BayouLoup_coverin Book three finds the ex-alpha and former sheriff, Bobby Cotteau, looking for a one night stand. He’s gay, but his wolf wanted a woman, so for most of his life he’s been married to a wonderful woman. But when she dies, he’s left alone and if he doesn’t find another mate soon, he’ll slowly die. He knows the chances are not good for him, and he’s resigned to his fate, but when he meets Mark Bradford, he finds a flicker of hope. But Mark is looking to show the world wolves live in the swamps, and it’s Bobby’s duty to protect the pack, at all costs. http://www.amazon.com/Bayou-Loup-Rougaroux-Social-ebook/dp/B00AT392AM/

I hope if you haven’t given the men of St. Jerome and the Rougaroux Social Club a try, you check them out. You can find out more about them on my website http://www.lynlorenz.com

Professional Misconceptions by Emilia Mancini

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My editor side has seen an influx of book submissions with journalists as main characters lately. This is great for me. I love reading about journalists!

I’m a freelance writer for a local magazine in the daylight hours. Yes, I cover features instead of hard news, but I had to go to journalism school for this, and I certainly have to live the journalist life: deadlines that bitch slap the crap out of me, editors who aren’t happy with my story, sitting outside (not exactly stalking) the house of a source who won’t return my calls so I can catch them face-to-face…

So, yeah, I really love reading stories about journalists. I even wrote one as Marci Boudreaux.

But I get a little worked up when I read misrepresentations of reporters. Just this week, I vented to the LLL ladies about this very topic (which lead to this lovely post)…

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Professional Misconceptions by Emilia Mancini

My editor side has seen an influx of book submissions with journalists as main characters lately. This is great for me. I love reading about journalists!

I’m a freelance writer for a local magazine in the daylight hours. Yes, I cover features instead of hard news, but I had to go to journalism school for this, and I certainly have to live the journalist life: deadlines that bitch slap the crap out of me, editors who aren’t happy with my story, sitting outside (not exactly stalking) the house of a source who won’t return my calls so I can catch them face-to-face…

So, yeah, I really love reading stories about journalists. I even wrote one as Marci Boudreaux.

But I get a little worked up when I read misrepresentations of reporters. Just this week, I vented to the LLL ladies about this very topic (which lead to this lovely post). Now I know you are writing fiction and things get twisted and turned and exaggerated, but if you are writing contemporary, you have to be somewhat realistic and I’ve found that frequently isn’t happening when journalists are being written into fiction.

I just want to take a moment to clear the air a little so if you are considering using a print journalist as a character in your book (for good or for evil) some of these stereotypical, panty-bunching mistakes aren’t made in your manuscript.


  1. Easily my biggest issue with people writing newspaper articles is using the phrase “this reporter.” As in, “This reporter was told the world is round.” This phrase may have been used 100 years ago, but it isn’t used now. It insinuates the writer into the article, which is completely unprofessional and no newspaper editor would let this in. Ever. Reporters are telling the facts, without opinion, personal interpretation, or commentary…unless they are an opinion columnist.


  1. Reporters don’t have money to throw around. Newspaper reporters make TheMessenger_fullresless than 30K per year, maybe 35K if they work for a decent-sized paper, but overall, we are a very poor lot. In The Messenger, my main character came from money. She had a nice apartment, clothes, and car because she used her trust fund to get these things. She was the misfit in the news office based on the those with vs. those without mentality of her co-workers. Overall, unless you set it up otherwise, your reporter should drive an average car, shop at average stores, and live in average homes. Sure, there are exceptions, but your everyday newspaper reporter does not drive a Lexus.


  1. Sensational commentary in a news article would never happen. Reporters write facts. They have sources (quotes from experts, witnesses, or validated research) to back up these facts. This is a requirement for making it to print because people like to sue newspapers. Editors will not approve/print scandalous content. Serious reporters aren’t going to insert opinion, personal jabs, or any other commentary.


  1. Newspapers as a whole are broke. This means reporters take their own pictures with the shared office camera and drive their own cars to get the story. Newspapers do not provide photographers to go on assignment with reporters and they don’t provide transportation (though if a reporter is full-time, gas mileage may be reimbursed).


  1. The last time I, or one of my co-workers, wore a suit to an interview was…oh, right, never. Print journalists don’t dress in business suits. At least not your average reporter. Think business casual. Khakis or nice jeans and a semi-dress shirt. A skirt and blouse. One editor I know loves his corduroys, but suits are just not something I’ve seen in the newsroom—except for the publisher, but he’s in business meetings all day with other men/women in suits, so that makes sense.


  1. I know reporters are usually viewed as a force of evil. Some probably are. We share the horrors of the world more than we share the laughs. But, honestly, if the media only covered the good things, the public would criticize them for not being truthful about the events of the world. Most people view reporters as heartless demons who would step over dying babies to get the scoop. The truth is, we’re human, too. Maybe we don’t break down on the scene, but I guarantee you, even the toughest of reporters have gotten emotional over something they covered. Don’t portray your journalist as a one-dimensional heartless story-grabbing asshat. That’s a stereotype that has been overplayed.


Okay, so that kind of wraps up the biggies. The moral of this blog post? Do some research, whether it is a journalist or a doctor you are including in your manuscript. One phone call and a few questions is all you need to make sure you aren’t making crucial mistakes when representing a profession. Most people are more than happy to tell you what their job is really like. All you have to do is ask.

Yet Another Top Pick Review

MM_TPC3_PrimeImperativeNight Owl reviewertoppick2This has been a good week for the Ladies of Love Lust and Laptops.  On Monday, Jianne shared her great reviews for books in her Prymal series. Then on Tuesday, Rosanna shared her Top Pick review for her Predator’s Fire.

Continuing the trend, I’m pleased to share the first editorial review for Prime Imperative which was selected as a Top Pick with 4 1/2 stars by Chris at Night Owl Reviews.

Night Owl Review Link

Just have to say, we LL&L gals rock.

And for you Prime fans, I am working on a surprise for Christmas.  More on that later.  😉

The Initiating Ideas behind Christmas in Cancun


Christmas in Cancun releasing Dec. 1 Pre-order NOW

Readers are always asking authors, “Where did you ever get the idea for that book?” My answer for Christmas in Cancun is easy. We’ve spent several Christmas vacations in Cancun and the surrounding area.

Sometimes I think I should have studied anthropology or archaeology instead of journalism, marketing and sociology. But my multiple and varied interests may be blamed on my ADD.

Writing Christmas in Cancun seemed easy because I had researched the effect the Spanish invasion had on the Yucatan Peninsula and I’ve visited many of the sites.

As you may know, I write factual fiction. I base my stories in fact and allow the reader to decide where my imagination takes over.

Ixchel temple before hurricane

Temple to Ixchel before a hurricane in 1980s that demolished it. Part has been rebuilt and the area is now a park

I found it fascinating that the light emanating from the Mayan temple to the four goddesses drew the Conquistadores right to the island they later named Isla Mujeres, the Isle of Women. Until they discovered those golden statues and the silver, gold and jewels offered by desperate women to their deities, the men had found little of value in what they would soon claim for their Spanish queen as the New World.


The Virgin Mary stands underwater near the North end of Isla Mujeres


Reef filled with life

As with many conquered societies, the Mayan women adopted the Virgin Mary as another female holy entity, someone else to pray to and receive sacrifices. It was a delightful surprise when I first dove on the underwater Madonna at the North end of Isla Mujeres. She serenely stands on an outcropping of stone surrounded by coral in vibrant shades of red, swaying purple fans, and mounds of yellow brain coral. Iridescent blue parrot fish weave through the ancient organisms hardened into rocks, while schools of yellow fish pass by her. Smaller silver fish flash in the clear turquoise water like tinsel on a Christmas tree. Yet, the constantly moving ocean filled with minuscule particles give her a surreal appearance.


Cenote that inspired a particular scene in Christmas in Cancun

Several miles down the mainland from Cancun, Rio Secreto, the Secret River, empties pristine water into the Caribbean Sea. All over the area called the Riviera Maya you can find cenotes. These holes in the earth were created thousands of years ago when a river cave collapsed, exposing its endless supply of untainted water to the surface.

In Christmas in Cancun, I brought all these elements together and added the human drama of the Girard family in this action-packed romantic suspense that goes on sale December 1, 2014. It is the first of the “In Cancun” series. Look for a novella and two more novels next year.


Busy building a new career with his catamaran company, former SEAL Jack Girard had all but forgotten about his grandfather’s quest to find the golden Mayan goddess statues until his brother’s beautiful widow, Jillian, and adorable daughter, Addison, arrive in Cancun with the research materials. His need to complete the family mission is almost as strong as his desire for Jillian.

Between raising her daughter alone and finishing her doctorate in Mayan anthropology, Jillian doesn’t have time for a man in her life. Although, after mourning her husband’s murder for two years, she’s ready for a man her bed.

An underwater Virgin Mary statue and centuries-old manuscripts lead the two of them through the Mayan Riviera and directly into danger.

During steamy Caribbean nights together, will they develop the ability to move on and discover the real treasure isn’t gold?

Pre-Order Christmas in Cancun today at Amazon http://www.amazon.com/Christmas-Cancun-KaLyn-Cooper-ebook/dp/B00PD61SQG