We thought we’d bring you up to date on what we Ladies of Love, Lust and Laptops have been up to lately.
Emily Mancini writing as Marci Boudreaux is re-releasing Unforgettable You
When life throws a widowed innkeeper and a world-famous movie star together they share an unexpected romance. But is their love strong enough to survive their real lives?
Desperate to keep her ailing mother-in-law, Doreen, in the woman’s home, Carrie Gable agrees to board a handful of Hollywood’s most elite actors at the manor. Despite her resentment of the demands being placed upon her, she can’t help but be taken in by actor Will Walker.
Will, in a last-ditch effort to save his career, has agreed to a project he has no interest in. The more time he spends with his egotistical co-stars, the more drawn he is to Carrie. Long nights spent talking about the paths their lives have taken make him realize he’d rather have a simpler life, but his ties to L.A. aren’t as willing to let him go.
With the temptation of stardom pulling Will in one direction and the need to care for Doreen tugging Carrie in another, the couple struggle to hold onto the happiness they were missing until finding each other.
His gift is the only thing left from the love they shared…and she plans to sell it.
The bad boy of Regret Hollow had received an engraved invitation to return to town. Zane DeMonde smirked and flicked the card in the trash.
“Did you actually read the invitation?” Ken Hawkins demanded, striding toward the discarded paper.
“I don’t need to,” he assured his business manager. “Those people don’t warrant a reply. After sending me out with a boot to the ass, no matter how much they kiss my ass now, they won’t convince me to give them the time of day.”
“That’s an interesting ass fixation you have.” Ken grinned. “I’ll have to hint at it when you release your new painting and see if the critics can divine where it comes into play.”
Zane snorted, relieved for the distraction from the place he could never exorcise from his mind. “Speaking of which, have you planned a debut for the new pieces yet?”
“I’m waiting for the buzz about this auction of your early work to reach its peak. Then I’m going to book a top venue and capitalize on the momentum.”
“What auction? What early work?”
“If you bothered to read your mail, maybe you’d know.” Ken retrieved the invitation from the trash and slapped it on the desktop. “Four original pieces from a private collection that have never been on public display are going on sale. The woman in charge won’t give any details about them until the day of the sale.”
“Sounds like fraud to me. No one in town would want anything of mine, even if they could afford it.”
“If you really think it could be fraud, we better be damn sure before we start pointing fingers. The woman running the event is Julianne Truman. Ring any bells?”
Zane froze. Her name rang all his bells.
Theodora Lane’s WIP – Maximus Garage: Logan’s Promise (no cover yet)
Blurb – For five ex-special forces men, Maximus Garage is more than a place to work. It’s a refuge, a safe house, and a place where they can use the special talents they honed in the military.
Logan Spiers held his best friend Billy Walters as Billy died in Iraq. Logan promised him to take care of his kid sister, Shae. It’s years later and Shae’s in trouble. Her father has gone missing in Brazil. Logan swore to help Billy’s little sister, but
Shae’s all grown up and all woman. She’s a Texas tornado and nothing, not even Logan, will stop her from finding and rescuing
KaLyn Cooper – Just released 2 books. Click on the cover of Claimed by a SEAL to read the first chapter.
Three years ago, Stacie Vandercoy was stuck undercover in Iraq for six months with Jeff “Rock Star” Lennon, the arrogant SEAL who thought he was God’s gift to women. But he couldn’t have her. Fraternization is against the rules. And still is as they infiltrate home-grown terrorism in Norfolk, Virginia. Can she continue to resist him? Does she have to?
Jeff Lennon had been forced to do things he didn’t like as a Navy SEAL, and now as an agent for the terrorist division of Homeland Security’s Border Patrol. For years, his only real regret has been what he couldn’t to do to Stacie back in Iraq. He’s been given another chance to claim her heart, body and soul. In the meantime, they have to stop a terrorist attack somewhere in the Norfolk area, during Fleet Week.
Even the agency’s psychologist isn’t sure Stacie can pull off pretending to be Jeff’s wife. What lengths will Stacie and Jeff go to assure the mission’s success? And what will they both lose in the process?
“I like my women with straight hair and kinky personalities.”
Adora blinked, but managed to keep her expression bland, her stature stiff. The man lying on the couch across from her turned his head and admired her legs.
“Long legs, too. I like long legs.”
Adora uncrossed her legs and tugged at the hem of her pale blue skirt. This entire setup felt like some sort of counseling session. She wasn’t a counselor, she was a Cupid.
“Yes, well, I will take those requirements into—”
“Type of being isn’t so important. I mean, look at me. I’m a classic mutt. I don’t have any right being choosy. But if I could, I’d definitely choose a faery. Now those are some seriously smokin’ females.”
Adora stared at the horns on his head, the warts on his face, the faint outline of undeveloped gills on his neck. He had never developed the ability to breathe underwater because, according to his dossier, he had an unnatural fear of large bodies of water. Judging by the smell radiating off him, Adora doubted he came into much contact with water at all, not even to bathe.
There isn’t a faery in any world who would have you. Adora stood and smoothed the front of her dress, rolling the scroll she’d been pretending to write on, and with a flick of her wrist, caused the thing to disappear.
“Thank you for your time and your… insight,” she said tightly. “I am sure someone will be in touch.”
The other being clamored to his feet and lunged across the small space, capturing one of her hands between both of his own. “What about you?” he asked eagerly. “Maybe you are the one.” His gaze roved over her magenta, pixie cut hair, her large, almond shaped eyes, the small bit of cleavage he could see over the neckline of her dress. Adora used her free hand to rake a lock of hair out of her eyes and tried not to wrinkle her nose against the scent of putrid eggs.
“Hair’s a bit short, and now that you’re standing, I can see your legs are, too. Still, I could make concessions.”
Adora wrenched her hand from his grasp and took a step away. “I am not in the market for a mate.”
“Why not?” The man sounded genuinely perplexed.
“I am a Cupid. My task is to find true love for others, not for myself.”
“Well that’s just stupid,” he spat. “You’re the ones who profess true love to the rest of us. Hell, I’ve always thought I just wanted to get laid once in a while. Your kind are the ones who convinced me I should probably look for a mate, instead of just a good time.” He shook his head, well and truly disgusted. “Now, I suggest you might be the one, and you blow me off.”
“It isn’t that I’m blowing you off, it’s that I cannot find true love or a mate. That isn’t how it works. Cupids do not fall in love. We only help others seek it for themselves. Now if you’ll excuse me…” Without waiting for a response, Adora pulled on her magic. Nearly translucent wings sprouted from her back and began beating madly, faster and faster, until her feet lifted from the ground.