What a Long, Strange Trip…

I’ll be honest, I barely remember starting to write The Tenth Muse. It came about because my agent put out a call to her clients, looking for a m/m New Adult romance that was frankly sexual. The journey from writing to publication was a long one, undertaken during my mother’s long term illness. I don’t remember what editor initially asked for the book, but it found an excellent home at Pride Publishing.

I’d been tinkering with a story about a young man who was descended from both the fae and Greek dieties, but this call brought up some other ideas. I wanted a story linked with that original idea, but fresh, and with different characters.  I looked at pictures and ran across gender-bending models, and suddenly the idea clicked: Eros, the God of Love has run amok on Earth.

I don’t remember how old I was when I first stumbled upon mythology. Very young…I do know that. My sister had a paperback from school, a translation of the best known Greek myths, strung together almost like a novel. I do remember the translator was a woman. After that, I found the Odyssey among my uncle’s books. Later I went to the library and tried the Illiad, but it was too much for me. (Still is!)

I loved the stories then, and when I decided to write my own spin, I pulled out my notes from college Greek history courses and pulled a few elements that intrigued me then. Ideas like Chaos and Logos, and the cult of Orpheus.

I’m not an expert at all this, but I think I managed to pull together a theme that travels under the surface of the story. The fertility and lust elements of Eros fuse with the intellect of young Rees, joining the heart and the mind. Its a recipe for love!

I had some fun and took some liberties that purists will probably raise their brows at. In fact, there’s even a nod to Ranma 1/2 buried in there! But in the end, the story of Eros and Rees is a story of love, acceptance and family. And when your mother is Aphrodite, and your father is Ares, family life is always the stuff of legend. 🙂

The Tenth Muse is available for pre-release at Pride Publishing and will be available for general release on May 17.

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In a wicked game, the God of Love falls to his own arrow, and a gentle scholar learns how dangerous knowledge can be.

Aphrodite has had it.

It was bad enough that her son Eros walked a fashion show in drag, but did he really have to show the entire world his wings? Desperate to rein in the impulsive young god, she recruits the scholarly muse Rees to lure him back to Olympus until the scandal dies down.

After hundreds of years, Eros has finally located the reincarnation of his former love, Psyche. The only way to her heart is through fame, so the God of Love plans a daring campaign to win her back. Yet the closer he gets to Psyche, the more he’s drawn to a geeky young professor who came crashing into his life.

Eros drags Rees into his wicked world of high fashion and risqué parties, only to expose him to danger from an unexpected source. When Rees’ secrets come out, they threaten to destroy Eros’ love for him. Yet when Rees is kidnapped, Eros is forced to turn to the woman who set this catastrophe in motion—his mother, Aphrodite.

Buy at: https://www.pride-publishing.com/book/the-tenth-muse

Pre-order at Amazon

Change Begets Change by Tami Lund

When my life took a horrible, unexpected turn six weeks ago, I knew it would be changed forever—after all, I now only have one kid to raise, instead of two. One child onto which to pin all my hopes and dreams and fears. And of course the fears are exasperated, while I desperately work to keep the hopes and dreams in check. This is her life, not mine, no matter how much I would like to tell her exactly how I want it to turn out.

What I didn’t expect was quite how changed it would be. There are so many little things that otherwise would have gone completely unnoticed. There is far less laundry to wash and we run the dishwasher less often. We make smaller meals. The vanilla infused coffee I order from Community Coffee in New Orleans lasts longer. The house doesn’t get messy quite as quickly as it once did. There are no arguments over what to watch when we have Family Movie Night.

The trip from Detroit to Dallas, when we went on vacation a couple weeks ago, was a breeze. We hardly stopped, and there were no cries from the backseat: “Stay on your side.” “Stop touching me.” “No, I don’t want to share that [insert anything here].” And the one every parent loathes… “Are we there yet?” My daughter was far more fascinated with crossing state lines than she was in the final destination.

There are negative small, unexpected changes, as well. Who the hell is going to mow my lawn? Or snow blow my driveway next winter? My daughter believes emptying the dishwasher is torture, and now she has to do it every single time. She doesn’t understand why she cannot stay home alone, and half those snacks in the snack drawer need to be given away to someone, because she’s never going to eat them. Grocery shopping is more of a chore than ever, because I have to figure out what the hell my daughter likes to eat. My son ate anything, so I didn’t have to put much thought into snacks and breakfast food.

And then there are the big ones. While purchasing a cemetery plot for my son, my husband and I purchased the one next to him for ourselves, and selected the engraving for the headstone, too. Afterward, we joked that this was more permanent than getting married.

There have been some big changes in my writing life, too. I’ve hardly done much writing, partially due to grieving-induced writer’s block and partially because I have little time to dedicate to it these days. We’re constantly busy, which is by design, as idle minds think about things they’d rather not dwell on. I’ve also taken a hiatus from editing. I’m not sure when I’ll get back to it, and that’s okay. Initially, I felt this overwhelming need to rush everything along, as if that would somehow rush along the healing process, too. But I’ve recently realized that isn’t going to happen, so it’s okay to slow down everything else, too.

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Another big change—probably the biggest, as it pertains to writing—is I’ve backed out of attending the A Weekend with the Authors event, which is scheduled for May 13-15 in Nashville, Tennessee. I was supposed to be one of the featured authors.

For the last two weeks, I’ve struggled with this decision. I’ve been trying to give myself mental pep talks; convince myself it will be fun (I have no doubt it will be). But the scary reality is: I still cry at the drop of a hat, with no forewarning. And I’m afraid to go on long trips by myself right now, where I will be alone with my own thoughts for hours on end. I hate crying in front of anyone, let alone strangers. I don’t mind being the center of attention, but only when that attention is positive. Having everyone focus on me because of my uncontrolled grief is not my idea of a good time.

So I made the difficult decision to cancel. I’m just not ready. I can hide behind my keyboard and usually put on a brave face—sometimes even cheerful and/or funny face—but I am afraid I cannot do it in person. Not yet. I will get there, I know. As a dear friend pointed out to me, it is not in my nature to be miserable. Eventually, the good days will far outweigh the bad ones. But right now, that isn’t the case, and this convention is only two and a half weeks away, and I know that is not enough time to find my former self again—or at least some semblance of who I once was.

I’m sorry I will miss it. I know it will be a fabulous event, and I fully expect to, at least on some level, regret my decision not to go. But right now I feel only relief that I do not have to try to do something I’m not ready to do yet.

And that’s okay.

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Tami Lund is an author and a wine drinker, and she’s determined that one of these days, her blog posts will become funny again. In the meantime, check out the free reads on her website: TAMI LUND

Freebies, Sales and New Releases – Oh YES! – With Sara Daniel

SaraDaniel_TheBadBoysGuarantee_200Book promotion is not for the faint of heart. My preferred way to release a book is to let a publisher put it out and spend release day quietly writing my next book. Unfortunately, when I do what I prefer, no one knows my new book exists. So, I have to yell: “Hey, everybody, I have a new book out. It’s called THE BAD BOY’S GUARANTEE. If you like orgasms and chocolate martinis, you’ll love it.” And it should be an incredible bestseller because, really, who doesn’t like orgasms and chocolate martinis? Right??! I’ll take two of each right now, thanks.

But apparently, in this crowded marketplace, not even alcohol and guaranteed orgasms are enough of an enticement. So, I wrote a series and made the first book in the series free. Yep, that’s right. The Bad Boy’s Gift is now free. AND in case you were still on the fence, the second book, The Bad Boy’s Guilt, is on sale for only 99 cents.

Get your bad boy fix!That’s right. Three books for less than a cup of coffee. Please run out and buy them now, so I can spend the day quietly writing instead of yelling about them.

Oh, um, well, actually, my publicist says I need to yell at other people to buy them too.

And create some social media ads.

IMG_6281Oh, and I should probably mention that I’m chatting in a Facebook party for ANOTHER series on Friday (April 29th, 3-4pm Eastern) where I’ll be giving away this AMAZING bracelet. Plus, you should enter the Rafflecopter because you could win a KINDLE, a gift card, and awesome swag.

Now seriously, I have a new book out again in two weeks, so I have to get back to writing…

TGIF – Emilia Mancini

I know a lot of authors are hitting up the big events, but I prefer to keep it small. Not only is it better on my budget, but I get to spend more time chatting with readers. And I know so many of these authors that it’s more like a crazy family reunion than a convention.

I like crazy family reunions!

Next weekend, I’ll be at the Best Western in Clear Lake, Iowa for the North Iowa Book Bash hooking up with some lovely crazies like Micki Fredricks, Cassie Leigh, and K.J. Farnham.

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Here are the full deets:

Entry fee is $2 – tickets available at the door. The cost covers the entire event. 🙂

You don’t want to miss it! THREE Kindle Fires will be given away, along with some other great prizes!

Welcome bags for the first 100 guests! (18 & over)

ATTENDING:

★ Bethany Lopez
★ Pam Godwin
★ Maggi Myers
★ Fabiola Francisco
★ Micki Fredricks
★ Rachel Smith
★ Ashley Erin
★ Karen Fields Carr
★ Cheryl Corbin
★ Dennis Maulsby
★ Jordyn Meryl
★ Emma Robuck
★ Heidi Hutchinson
★ Tamara Siler Jones
★ Savannah Verte
★ Michael Koogler
★ Melissa Christopherson
★ K. M. Hutzel
★ Blogger Terri LeBlanc – Second Run Reviews
★ C.J. Baty
★ Christy Pastore
★ Bartenn Mills
★ Robyn Byrd with Take Wing Virtual Assistant Solutions
★ A.R. Miller
★ A. M. Wilson
★ Terry Maggert
★ HJ Bellus
★ KT Webb
★ Kelly Van Hull
★ Cassie Leigh
★ Bria Starr – Author
★ Alicia Kobishop
★ Ella Dominguez
★ Jewel E. Ann
★ Lori King
★ Elle Boon
★ K. J. Farnham
★ Jed Quinn
★ Amalie Silver
★ Stacey Lynn
★ Teresa Michaels
★ Jenna Jacob
★ Leia Madison
★ Klassy Editing and Writing Services /Matti Snook, Author
★ Anita Cox
★ Ashlynn Monroe
★ Lindsay Lake
★ Amanda Maxlyn
★ Sidda Lee Rain
★ J. A. Fredericks
★ Aaron Bunce
★ Tina Susedik
★ Jennifer Ann
★ Marci Boudreaux

There you have it! What I do with my life when I’m wondering how to move beyond this writer’s block! Come see us! For real. We’d love to see you!

Cabin fever, burnout, and the month of Meh. (By Holley Trent)

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I felt like a real “hot tamale” on that day. *rimshot*
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Without fail, around this time every year, I start to give looking for a new career serious thought. Perhaps a job as a rodeo clown or a boxer. With those gigs, you at can at least predict when some creature is going to try to kick you in the face. Writers, though, can’t always predict when they’ll get that knock to the head that’ll take their breath and mojo away.

Not gonna lie. I think I my mojo dribbled out somewhere back in March and now I’m kinda shambling along, waiting for an infusion.

I’m overdue for a vacation–or to be somewhere that isn’t this house for more than a day or two. I know that for sure, and there’s nothing on the horizon until July, at the very earliest, and that’ll be a work trip.

I need real R&R. I need to not be in work mode for a while.

I want to be away for so long that when I come back and turn on my computer, I can chuckle as I delete what could be creativity-killing reviews in my inbox about my incredibly long and boring books (paraphrase).

I want to come back and think to myself, “You’re just fine. You have readers who like what you write. Keep on doing you,” and type 90,000 words of something I’ll find interesting enough to read a year or two from now (because my opinion about my work is important, too).

I don’t know when that’ll happen, but in the meantime, I’ll keep typing away. Maybe I’ll catch up to my mojo when I’m out on one of my very slow jogs. Shin splints might hurt, but a boost of Vitamin D won’t.

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Holley writes really long [and short!] books that are really sexy and have lots of world-building. Learn more about her most recent release from the Hearth Motel series at her website.

Disney Advice PLEASE!

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HELP! Y’all know my family usually goes to Cancun to celebrate Christmas but this year we’re going to Disney.

Since we’re in the planning phase now, I could use all the advice I can get. I haven’t been to visit the mouse house in about twenty years so I’m sure it’s changed.

Keep in mind this is a multi-generational trip. Macho Marine’s parents, who are in their late 80’s, will be with us. Then three of us stepped across that big 60 line this year. The next generation are ages 26-32. And last, but the real reason we’re all going there, the granddoll is six years old (almost seven which is of utmost importance at that age- just ask her.)

We’ve already made some decisions. We plan to stay on property and get the meal plan. Beyond that, I need suggestions as to what to do and what NOT to do.

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Soul Deep Blog Tour April 18-29 – Win A Kindle plus more Prizes!

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To celebrate my latest release, SOUL DEEP, White Wolf #1, I’m hopping on a blog tour. Here’s the dish:

Tour Prizes

$15 Amazon Gift Card

5 eCopies Soul Deep

Download two of my other ebooks FREE

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Tour Schedule

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It’s a Rafflecopter Giveaway, so no need to leave a comment (I’d love it if you did though).

In ADDITION, checkout my AMAZON KINDLE GIVEAWAY and you can win a FREE KINDLE!

Here’s the link:

Cheers,

Jianne

I Thought I Was Doing Better…by Tami Lund

I had an entirely different post written for today. It was reasonably upbeat, and it was about books–my books, what I’ve finally started working on, now that my mind is allowing a few creative juices to flow again.

And then today was a bad day. “They” say I’ll have a lot of those in the coming weeks, months, years, the rest of my life. The grieving process, especially when it is over someone close, someone who wasn’t supposed to die–like your child–is long, eternal, apparently, with lots of ups and downs along the way.

I wonder if I’ll go through an angry phase? Because goddamn it, I didn’t sign up for this. Not only did I not sign up to be parent to one child, I didn’t sign up for these rollercoaster emotions. Generally, I’m a pretty even keel gal. A cheerful, happy even keel gal. This grieving crap, these random crying jags, this incredible pain in my heart, I hate it. Hate, hate, HATE it.

Hm, apparently the angry phase may have hit. I’ll have to mention that my therapist next time I see her. Yep. I’m seeing a therapist. Never thought I’d utter those words. Not that I have anything against them, I just never expected to need one. But holy God, do I need one now.

I need someone to tell me what the hell to do, because there are minutes, hours, days when I have no clue. I still have another child left, and all my hopes and dreams and future expectations are now pinned on her, and I need someone to tell me how to not smother her, drown her in everything I want for her future. Because regardless of my wants, my pain, my loss, it’s still her future, her life.

There are a few reasons today was a particular bad day. It probably feels extra rough because last week we were on vacation, and aside from a handful of minor tears, we managed to have a good time, enjoy ourselves… forget for a while.

And then we came home. To a closed bedroom door at the end of the hall. To the knowledge that at some point, we should probably deal with all the stuff in there and turn that room into some sort of living space. I can’t decide between an office or a guest room. Would people really want to sleep in there? It didn’t happen in there, but it was his room, his space. Hell, do I really want to have an office in there? Do I want to sit at a desk in there, just like he used to?

We also came home to a pile of sympathy cards. I think I made it through four before my husband literally ripped the envelopes out of my hands because I was sobbing almost uncontrollably. “Stop,” he said. “You don’t have to do this all at once.” In my head, though, I wanted to get it over with, like at some point I’d actually be able to move on.

Then I went back to the day job on Monday. A near hour long commute. Plenty of time to… Think. About. It. I average about forty minutes before the tears start. Every day. Buy my books, people, so I don’t have to put myself through the torture.

(Just kidding. Sort of.)

And then we received this letter.

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Yeah. I know. I should be proud, immensely satisfied that we made a decision that helped two people possibly see, or at least see better (he didn’t have perfect eyesight–he was my son, after all). And I am. I’m so, so glad we chose to give whatever we could to whomever we could.

But good Lord, it hurts. I mean, it’s a deep down, physical pain. Like childbirth. Or a kidney infection. (I’ve suffered through both.) Or maybe the two combined. Except the pain isn’t dulled with pain meds. (Okay, I cannot tell a lie: wine helps. Probably more than it should, but I’m not overly concerned with that aspect at the moment…)

Still, if I had to do it again (Oh God, no), my decision would not change. I would still give whatever I could to whomever would benefit. So much in life is not fair, is out of our control. If I can give someone back the control to be able to see that next step or that bump in the sidewalk, I will. Besides possibly giving them a better quality of life, I’m giving someone a little more control. And as someone who lost control just about a month ago and isn’t sure if/when she’ll ever get it back, I understand that need.

So much.

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Tami Lund is a wine drinker, romance writer, and unintentional depressing-as-hell blog poster. She’s determined to give the characters in her books happily ever afters, every time, because, well, the real world sucks sometimes. If you’re curious, her website is: http://tamilund.com. There might be a free read. Or two.

 

Sara Daniel’s Author Guilt vs. The Bad Boy’s Guilt

Friends, I am a frazzled mess. I went to set up my blog last week and realized that it was supposed to go up the week before. Not only did I blow it off, it was the release day for my brand new Bad Boys of Regret Hollow series—the one day no author forgets her blogging commitments. Well, no author except this one.

all 4 togetherSo, now I’m back. It’s release day for book two, The Bad Boy’s Guilt (not, of course, that I have anything to feel guilty about!). I’m writing my post ahead of time and scheduling it in advance, so I don’t miss my day. If you’re reading this, it must have worked. *Time out while I pat myself on the head. Okay, time in.*

Gearing up for the launch of my new series, I was industrious, business-like, and goal-oriented, making sure I had everything in order. Now, I’m a hot mess, and it’s not because I’m obsessively checking sales (okay, not ONLY because I’m obsessively checking sales!) or there are massive fires to put out or tons of extra promotion. I simply can’t concentrate on writing anything new or revising anything old or doing anything that could be construed as being productive or moving forward.

To be fair, my life isn’t all about writing. On Sunday, my family is having a big ceremony where I’m in charge of the room rental, decorations, food for a hundred people, programs, and probably a dozen more things that are slipping my mind at the moment. I’ve drawn up Excel spreadsheets for the guest list and food, strategized my trips to through GFS and Sam’s Club like an Army general planning an invasion. My house is the staging ground for battle, and I’m crushing everything in my path…including my writing muse.

And yes, I feel guilty about that. But it’s way more fun to concentrate on a hunky bad boy who’s carrying around a $#*!-ton of guilt than on me, even if I am looking better than ever thanks to a cute new haircut.

Get your bad boy fix!The Bad Boy’s Guilt

Nicole trusted Wyatt with her heart once. She won’t make the same mistake twice.

A broken-down car destroys Nicole DeMonde’s plan to be cool and self-sufficient when she returns to her hometown for her brother’s wedding. The cop who comes to her rescue is none other than local hottie Wyatt Truman, who slept with her then dumped her when they were teens. She has no choice but to accept his help. However, she knows better than to trust him with her heart twice.

Wyatt is determined to earn Nicole’s forgiveness and make amends for his callous past. Once he lays eyes on her, he can’t help wanting more than forgiveness. In fact, his intentions are starting to bear a suspicious resemblance to the forever variety.

If she can’t avoid Wyatt, a one-night stand might be just the thing Nicole needs to work him out of her system. Or will her recovery plan destroy her heart once and for all?

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“So you protect people. Interesting.” She glided into the car, her skirt riding dangerously high up her thighs. “Who’s going to protect me from you?”

Ouch. And he completely deserved the zinger. He wrenched his gaze from her sweet, smooth legs. “Looks to me like you can protect yourself just fine, but if you’re worried about me, I can call someone else to watch over you.”

“The only thing I’m worried about is if I have to refer to you as my brother-in-law after this wedding.”

“Please don’t.” He winced as he closed the door.

After checking over her disabled vehicle, he hustled to the driver’s side of his car. While he settled in the seat, Nicole took out her cell phone and held it at arm’s length, selfie-style.

“What are you doing?” He couldn’t take his eyes off her reflection in the rearview mirror.

“Updating my Facebook status. I’ll send you a friend request, and you can check it out. My life is an open book, Officer.”

Cripes. First, she wanted to call him her brother. Now they were going to be Facebook friends. “Whatever you’re comfortable with.” He wouldn’t be comfortable again until she exited the city limits and preferably the state, as well. In fact, he was growing more uncomfortable by the minute, specifically in the crotch of his uniform.

“What are your plans until the rehearsal?” he asked. “Do you want to drive by your dad’s house again? Maybe work up the nerve to ring the doorbell?”

In the mirror, her face flushed. “I have no intention of ringing the doorbell, not because I’m a coward but because he treated his family like crap, and I’m not going to pretend otherwise.”

“Sorry. None of my business.” But he couldn’t help adding, “You know he’s coming to the rehearsal tonight and you’ll see him there?”

“Unfortunately. I can’t avoid running into people I don’t want to see. It’s the reason I never came back to Regret Hollow and still wouldn’t have if my brother hadn’t decided to hold the most important event of his life here.”

He got the message. Her dad wasn’t the only person she’d have preferred to avoid. Arriving at his house, he backed the squad car into the driveway parallel to his truck. As he rounded the car to let her out, he flipped on his phone and accepted her friend request. Thumbing over to her profile, he pulled open the door.

As she stepped onto the driveway, he read aloud the status above her picture. “Hellish meeting, flight delay, defective rental, and now I’m riding in the back of a squad car. Murphy’s Law is biting my ass today.” He lifted his gaze to hers. “If I bite your ass, you’ll find it a hell of a lot more enjoyable than with that Murphy fellow.”

Her eyes widened and then narrowed. “You’re going to have to do a hell of a lot more ass kissing before you get the chance to nibble on anything of mine.”

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Welcome to Regret HollowSara Daniel writes what she loves to read—irresistible romance, from sweet to steamy and everything in between. She grew up in a small town and was once a landlord of two uninvited squirrels. She has no regrets about turning her back on her accounting degree to write romance, but she deeply regrets her inability to keep track of her car keys. Subscribe to Sara’s newsletter: http://eepurl.com/rx_AL Visit her website: http://www.SaraDaniel.com

 

Special Guest: Sloane Taylor

Ladies and Pervs, I am so happy to host my very lovely friend Sloane Taylor today. Miz Taylor has a very sexy, very erotic, very French series now available in a sizzling box set.

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I am excited to announce my five Naughty Ladies of Nice books are now available in a box set from Toque & Dagger Publishing.

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Treat yourself to a mini vacation on the French Riviera with five fun-packed books where intrigue, romance, and Haute cuisine collide to create erotic adventure.

FRENCH TART Book 1
Bon Appétit…Satisfy all your cravings at cooking school.
Determined to prove herself and shed her party girl image, Donatienne Dubois pins her hope on the exclusive cooking school in Nice, France. One by one her expectations are shattered by a foul-mouthed parrot, a bogus Michelin chef, and a headmistress with a heart of tungsten steel. Donni’s lifesaver is a bad boy too hot not to handle.

Mark Anderson is incognito and hating every moment. To pose as a student while keeping tabs on a rich wild child is his version of hell, until he partners with the dish of Crème Brulée good enough to eat.

Class takes on a whole new meaning as Doni and Mark heat up the kitchen when they discover honey has better uses than sweetening tea.

FRENCH DELIGHTS Book 2
Fantasy blooms in a garden of wicked delight.
Science is Paul’s life. Close to a major breakthrough, all he wants is to be left alone with his trees and not be forced to entertain a corporate suit. That is until the suit arrives in a sexy sundress. Now all Paul can think about is experimenting on her, not his orchard.

Lisette is less than thrilled about spending a month at a moldering chateau on the French Riviera with only some dried up old scientist for company. However the hot man in dirty jeans tending his scraggly trees proves more of a garden fantasy than the nerd in a lab coat.

Sex and science create a volatile formula resulting in total delight.

FRENCH TWIST Book 3
Spies and lies bring a deadly twist to the City of Lights.
Interpol agent Claudette D’Laquois is trapped in the hellhole of life and unable to trust anyone. Desperate to regain control, she flees to the safety of her uncle’s rundown chateau on the French Riviera. But Claudette soon learns the countryside has its own dangers when she finds herself alone with a sexy foreigner.

Uptight accountant Donald Hobbs ditches numbers for dirt to oversee his friend’s orchard for three weeks. His well deserved vacation is perfect until a seductive mademoiselle drags him into a dangerous world of intrigue and erotic fantasy.

Illegal drugs and Russian mobsters take a back seat to a lethal night of sinful pleasure for Claudette and Don.

FRENCH KISS Book 4
Who needs safe and boring when you can play with a pirate on the French Riviera?

Burned-out author Rachel Conklin sparks her creativity on the French Riviera as a fishing boat cook. Things are smooth sailing until she’s thrown overboard into a storm-tossed sea. Rachel awakens to find herself staring into the eyes of a sexy pirate-looking hunk who changes the course of her life forever.

Dr. Henri Bernier is an analytical man with a quiet life and a job he loves. The last thing he expects to find when he anchors his treasured fishing boat in the sheltered harbor of a small island is an accidental mermaid washed ashore. He soon learns his perfect life leaves much to be desired.

Will desire save them or drown them in a perfect storm from their pasts?

FRENCH TICKLER Book 5
Lace and handcuffs…tools of the trade.
New Yorker Samantha Bradley has a fun, sexy career designing ladies lingerie. Now that her business is on the rise, she treats herself to a well deserved break on the French Riviera where the women are glamorous and the men are gorgeous. After a few days Sam is eager to sample more than just the local cuisine.

Cisco Bernier is France’s key criminal prosecutor, but his courtroom charm falls flat outside the hallowed halls of justice. From family relationships to romantic trysts, his success rate is abysmal until a chance encounter with a sensuous young American businesswoman spins his staid world out of control.

Sam and Cisco sizzle together, but any future is threatened when their pasts collide. Her mob-connected father and his deceitful mother resurface and drag them into a corrupt world of lies and danger.

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Happy Reading!

Sloane

Award-Winning author Sloane Taylor is a sensual woman who believes humor and sex are healthy aspects of our everyday lives and carries that philosophy into her books. She writes sexually explicit romances that takes you right into the bedroom. Being a true romantic, all her stories have a happy ever after.

Her books are set in Europe where the men are all male and the North American women they encounter are both feminine and strong. They also bring more than lust to their men’s lives.

Taylor was born and raised on the Southside of Chicago. Studly, her mate for life, and Taylor now live in a small home in Indiana and enjoy the change from city life. She is an avid cook and posts new recipes on her blog every Wednesday. The recipes are user friendly, meaning easy.

Taylor is currently published by Toque & Dagger Publishing. Excerpts from her books can be found on her website, blog, and all popular vendors.

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Holley’s Geek is Cheap

OntheRopesActually, I don’t know if if Stephen is more a geek or a nerd. He is brilliant, but knowing precisely how brilliant he is is impossible because of his aura of lechery. He might just be a dork.

Eh.

My Hearts and Minds erotic romance novel On the Ropes is 99¢ at major  e-book retailers all this month. It’s fourth in the series, but you can read all the books out of order. They stand alone, but there’s is a chronology (just…FYI).

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Her life on hold for too long, Janette Hinson has returned to the United States in search of a mother she hasn’t seen in twenty-five years. But to find her Jan will have to accept help from the one man she desperately wants to avoid: Stephen Scott. Sexy, rich, powerful, and dominating, Stephen has been pursuing Jan for the last year, and she’s the first to admit he more than has what it takes to hold a woman’s interest. But her traumatic past has kept from true intimacy all these years. Yet she senses a darkness in Stephen, one that goes beyond the rumors of his kinkier side…

Stephen Scott is not a man to take no for an answer. Ever since he met Jan he hasn’t been able to get her off of his mind. And no matter how many hours he spends at work, he can’t get the hot little vixen out of his system. It’s time to prove he wants more than just a fling, despite his dark sexual history. What he wants from Jan is to Master her. In every way.

Get On the Ropes here:

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Catch up on the series! Geeks abound!

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