Monday, July 6, 2015

Monday's Montage Mantlepiece: 12 Alphas 12 Months: Contemporary Sensual Romance Calendar

Title: 12 Alphas 12 Months
Authors: Angie Daniels, Erosa Knowles, TJ Michaels, Yvette Hines
Seressia Glass, Serenity King, Michelle Monkou, Stephanie Burke
Aliyah Burke, Maureen Smith, Di Topaz, Latrivia Nelson
Genre: Adult Romance
Release Date: July 7, 2015
USA Today, Amazon and Multi-published Bestselling Authors bring you sensual contemporary romance stories of…

ALPHAS: Military/Vets, Shifters, Blue Collar, Business Men, Athletes, Smoke Jumpers, Doctors and more… Ladies this is the YEAR of your dreams. 12 Alphas 12 Months come and get your calendar men!

All New Stories…with a connection. That’s right. These stories all have a main theme that unites them. Tamela Harvin is a nationally syndicated radio host who left the glitz and glamour of Hollywood to use her fame helping out those less fortunate. She loves a cause. When she contacted by a listener about a grave concern close to her heart; widower fathers struggling to find emotional support and care for their children after a lose of a wife, Tamela gets to work. Calling in all her community activist across the continent and one sharp photographer, Braden Niles, she creates a calendar of hot sexy men to raise money and support.

From one story to another, men are stepping up, and taking it off to help fathers and children in need.

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Meet your men:
Mr. January
Beg for It by Angie Daniels
Three wild erotic nights will have her begging for more…

Mr. February
Got your Six by Erosa Knowles
In the end, the only words he needed were hers in Reclamation: Got your Six by Erosa Knowles.

Mr. March
Succulent by TJ Michaels
Twilight Teahouse ~ Choosing something decadent from our menu…

Mr. April
Stalking Nayla by Yvette Hines
Nayla is being hunted. Shimar has to keep her safe, but convincing her she’s his mate is the real challenge.

Mr. May
Prescription for Love by Seressia Glass
She’s just what the doctor ordered in Prescription for Love

Mr. June
Solomon’s Quest by Serenity King
He’s determined to protect her, but the secrets she keeps may destroy her.

Mr. July
One Hot Dare by Michelle Monkou
When to serve and protect escalates into a sexy dangerous game.

Mr. August
All The Small Things by Stephanie Burke
The more unbearable the pain, the richer the rewards

Mr. September
Inferno by Aliyah Burke
Sometimes the flames aren’t meant to be put out.

Mr. October
Wicked Games by Maureen Smith
Some games are too dangerous to play.

Mr. November
The Ultimate Goal by Di Topaz
Will Justice and Angelique put their difference aside and go for the Ultimate Goal?

Mr. December
Seeking Santa by Latrivia S. Nelson
Alone during the Christmas holidays in a new city, Jade sets out on a mission to find happiness.

Succulent - A Twilight Teahouse Story by T.J. Michaels
     Did it really mean nothing that the documents she’d accidentally seen proved that he’d changed his itinerary and cancelled the next four yoga conventions so he could get home to her and stay there?
      Well…did it?
     By sheer force of will, Madison pushed all of her concerns to the back of her mind and refocused on the event at Twilight Teahouse rather than her marriage. God, it was like having to continuously re-latch a shudder that kept blowing open in a storm. She really wanted to keep thinking about her husband rather than the duties she needed to perform for their place of business right now.
     A quick press of the intercom button on her phone was followed by a quick, “Dani, I’m getting dressed for Hinamatsuri now. I don’t wish to be disturbed.”
     “Yes, ma’am.”
     Out of her chair, she kicked off her high heels and headed toward the gorgeous outfit hanging on the back of the closed door. The morning fog was finally beginning to burn off and the muted glow was giving way to a bright sparkle of sunlight off the Sound. That same natural light streamed in through the large windows and brought out the true colors of the kimono she would wear today.
     Removing the protective plastic, Madison ran her hands over a purple and pink silk kimono that was a gorgeous exercise in Japanese couture so beautiful, a sigh of appreciation left her lips.
     With the push of a button, all of the blinds closed, leaving her office in shadow. When she’d gotten in it had been pitch black outside. Even now it was still quite early but even with the blinds closed, there was still a pleasant glow off the glass and steel building so her office was pleasantly dim rather than midnight dark.
     With a tired sigh that had more to do with where her mind was rather than any kind of physical issue, Madison yanked her royal blue shift over her head and off.
     Then she just…stood there.
     Eyes closed, the image of her husband, who was out taking care of her to-do list, filled her head. In nothing but her bra and panties, she stood in the middle of that floor, stocking-clad toes wriggling in the plush carpet, and thought on the man who’d caused hope to spring up in her chest. Hope that he was truly serious about being here, being with her.
     She plopped down in her leather executive office chair, still warm from her body heat, and let her mind go where it willed.
     Kinson. Kinson Lee. Yogi extraordinaire…who had taken a red-eye home, rented a car and drove straight here from the airport, sent her breakfast, and canceled his upcoming yoga retreats where he’d been scheduled to teach.
     Totally capable of running her life and her business on her own, it didn’t change the fact that she needed him in her life as her partner, not just in her bed…though the bed would be nice. God, when was the last time she’d truly enjoyed a raunchy, messy, all-over-the-house romping good time with her man?
     And he was so drool-worthy when he’d stuck his head into her office just a little while ago. Even with the dark circles under his eyes and the exhaustion rolling off of his body, he was still the epitome of delicious.
     But there was more to Kinson than looks. The man was steadfast and capable. When he was paying a-fucking-tention, he was as giving a lover as she could have ever asked for. And he could handle her bullheaded tendencies with a loving stubbornness of his own. In fact, he was probably the only person she knew that could successfully get her to rest.
     “Madison, sit your butt down somewhere before I turn it another color. Work will be there tomorrow. It’s not going anywhere.”
     How many times had he told her that over the years? Well, not lately, but still. Her skin heated at the thought of his wonderfully-delivered spankings—just enough sting on this side of pleasure that she couldn’t really call it a punishment. As tension coiled between her shoulder blades, Madison lifted her hips and eased her underwear down and off. A chuckle escaped when she caught them on the tip of her shoe and kicked them across the room.
     Her hand eased beneath the cup of her lacy demi-bra to palm a full breast. Madison moaned at the contact, even as her head filled with images of her husband, naked, ready and willing.
     When his hands were on her skin, it felt nothing like when she touched herself. His touch was electric.      Alive. Made her blood flash beneath the skin.
     She twisted and rolled a nipple until it was a ripe berry between the fingertips. The other hand dipped low and teased the plump lips of her sex until the flesh tingled, eager for more.
     Kinson’s name escaped her lips as her spine began a slow undulation that soon became an eager grind of her hips as her fingers pressed into the honey that began to gather at her entrance.
     Her legs were spread wide now, one over each chair arm. God, she wished she had a battery operated boyfriend right now. Obviously she was coiled up tight and needed the release.
     The soft click of the door closing followed by the deep rumble of male appreciation had her jumping out of her skin.
     “Damn, that’s a sexy sight.”
     “Kinson! I told Dani I was not to be disturbed.”
     “And I see why.”

Inferno by Aliyah Burke
     A woman stood outside on the phone, staring at him with a mix of horror and shock. Or so he figured given her expression.
     “I don’t know,” she said as he neared. “I’m giving it five more minutes then I’m leaving. I don’t care, Regina, not even for the tiniest little fuck.”
     He winked at her. Cute little thing even with the scowling disposition. She had a pale pink leather newsboy on her head, an oversized zippered gray hoodie with Shreveport written across the front. Her jeans fit snugly, showing off nice legs and an ass. She had tennis shoes on, toes turned in toward each other.
     Exasperation filled her features as her phone call continued. With a curse, she pulled it from her ear and shoved it in her pocket then stormed back to the door. He lengthened his stride and reached the door the same time she did and held it for her.
     “Thank you.” Her tone was short.
     He entered and scoured the area for his grandfather. The old codger sat in the back. Striding up to him, he slid over the naguahyde bench seat. They stared at each other until his grandfather yawned.
     “Have you gone to see Ma and Da?”
     Such finality in that single word.
     Bastian poured himself some coffee, using one of the overturned mugs. Adding a liberal dose of sugar and cream he stirred it until the liquid appeared properly mixed.
     “You said you needed my help. I’m here. What with?”
     “I promise friend you help.”
     An itch between his shoulder blades was born and grew as quickly as a fire could turn. “Doing what?”
     He shrugged and Bastian groaned.
     “Very well. Where is your friend?”
     His grandfather pointed and he turned in the seat to see. The same woman he’d held the door for was on her way back outside.
     Facing his Pops again, he lifted one eyebrow. “Really? You befriended a young black woman?”
     “Why shocked? I no racist.”
     “Because you’re an old crotchety ass.”
     His lips thinned below his mustache. “Go talk. Her name, Jazz.”
     Bastian finished his drink and pushed to his feet. Suspicious? Definitely. His gramps used to speak English well. I’m going to regret this. He paused on his way to the door, pausing once to glance over his shoulder. The old man shooed him along with a gesture. Back outside, he maneuvered behind her. The phone was back to her ear.
     “Because I’m not happy, Regina. I’m not even sure what his grandson looks like. I’m surrounded by hillbillies.”
     He cleared his throat. She turned slowly before her eyes widened as she gazed him over.
     “I have to go,” she muttered, then returned the phone to her pocket. “Can I help you?” 
     Her voice was husky with an accent which was familiar but he couldn’t quite place at the moment.
     He almost smiled. “I believe I’m the hillbilly supposed to help you.”

Got Your Six by Erosa Knowles
     Max cupped her cheeks while staring into dark eyes. His fingertip grazed her full lips. The love in his heart reflected in their depths. Max’s heart squeezed in gratitude.
     “No.” She placed a kiss on the tip of his nose. “This is perfect. You’re perfect… for me. Love you, babe.” Leaning in, she kissed him softly, Max gloried in the feel of her lips on his, deepening their connection. Tamara threw one leg over his and moved closer.
     Smiling, he watched her maneuver on the narrow lounger until she lay on top, hands planted on his chest. Tamara met his gaze with a wicked gleam. “I’m on top,” she stated the obvious.
     Max’s hand moved beneath the light fabric and rested on the small of her back, grateful she wore boy shorts and a tank top. Nothing felt as good as her soft, warm skin.
     “Okay. Now what?” Max wiggled his brows and ran a palm down to her firm ass. “Nice pillow.” He slapped one cheek and then squeezed both, enjoying her squirming. “Hope you know what you’re doing with all that wiggling.” Max lifted his hips slightly, pressing his hardness into her.
     “Yes, I do.” Tamara turned toward the sliding glass door. “How long before Kevin wakes up?”
     Max bit back a groan. Hearing your kid’s name was a sure-fire way to deflate your boner. “An hour or two, maybe less, so let’s hurry.”
     Tamara sat with her hands on his stomach and her legs hanging on each side. The morning sun surrounded her like a halo, kissing her mocha complexion and confirming his belief she was his angel.
     “Hurry?” Tamara shook her head slowly and placed a hand on his lips. “Sorry, don’t do … hurry or fast. Not with you.” She rolled her hips. Black chin length hair moved against her face, providing cover. Her eyelids drooped half-way.
     Max gasped as pleasurable tension shot through his core. Perhaps he should rethink that angel classification. The delicious torment wreaked on him leaned in the opposite direction. His heartbeat raced.
     “Babe, what are you doing?” Max asked, trying to catch a breath.
     “Nothing, just checking things out from up here.”
     Closing his eyes, he dropped his head onto the lounger, allowing his lover to do her thing. Lately, a project at work had kept her tied in knots, and being a stress reliever had awesome benefits. Four days at the beach seemed the perfect remedy to rest and reconnect. Tamara’s knuckles grazed his cheek.
     Max opened his eyes half-mast, watching, and waiting.
     “I love you so much,” she whispered.
     His dick jumped. Not because of what she said, but how the longing in her voice crawled inside his skin. “I never thought… never expected to meet someone like you. Not after… well, Eugene.”
     Max tamped down the burgeoning irritation at the mention of that bastard into this special time.
     Tamara rubbed against him, coaxing his cock back to life and robbing his mind of thought. His grip tightened on her ass, holding her close.
     “You are so much more. A great father, friend to so many, and most importantly…” she whispered, and then kissed him lightly, again and again. Her tongue brushed against his mouth and slid between his lips.
     Eager to join with her, Max’s body hummed with expectation. His fingertips trailed between her legs, seeking entry. “What? Most importantly what?” he asked when she stopped moving.
     Tamara’s lips hovered above his. “Mine. All mine.”

All the Small Things by Stephanie Burke
     From this point on, he could not lie to Tego and Tego would not lie to him. The drive to please his alpha would almost be as strong as his desire to pamper his omega.
     “Who are they?” he asked again, knowing this time he would get an answer.
     His pate pulled back, his submissive whimpers turning into low growls.
     “Who?” Had someone touched his omega before? Had someone defiled his perfection? He sniffed harder, lowering his head to sniff at his crotch as his mate whimpered, again. “Who?”
     “My brothers,” his mate gasped, fear scent blotting out the joy scent that once saturated his pheromones. “My re-responsibility. My baby brothers—”
     Tego whimpered, his voice sounding apologetic as he shook in Daiki’s grasp.
     The alpha nearly felt shame at his reactions, but swiftly pushed that emotion aside. There was a lot he didn’t know about his omega, about taking an American mate, and he had a sharp learning curve.
     He chuffed soothingly and lapped at the skin of his mate’s neck. It was a simple misunderstanding. 
     His mate’s fear eased, but the scent of worry remained. As he pulled back, huge liquid eyes gazed back at him and Daiki could see him force back the wolf and his humanity took over.
     As he watched, the meek shy omega...he assumed he now possessed... turned into a snarling snapping demon within the blink of an eye.
     “Get the fuck off of me!” he roared, lashing out as he scrambled backwards. 
     Instead of being outraged, the alpha was shocked to find that his wolf appreciated the fight in his mate.      He looked down as a sting in his chest registered and he discovered that now only was his mate strong, he possessed more of a wolfly instinct that he had assumed. There were four parallel rents that cut straight through his kimono and haori that exposed the sluggishly bleeding scratches in his skin.
     It turned him on more than he thought possible. He felt his cock swell and his already heated blood race through his veins.
     Yes, his mate was dangerous, protective, and knew how to use the weapons that nature gave him.
     He looked back to his mate and grinned as he saw how he managed to put a lot of room between them, looking like he was fighting against himself as he glared balefully at him. The fear scent was gone, replaced by one of anger and defiance as he deliberately brought his fingers to his lips and delicately lapped the blood from his fingertips.
     He smiled, exposing his fangs as he began to stalk his mate.
     “Brothers,” he spoke softly, watching as his mate suddenly looked weary as he tried to shift to his feet.      But his wolf was rapidly taking over as his silver eyes took on a alight gold sheen. Still on his knees, he backed away more, keeping a good distance between them. “How commendable.”
     “Mine,” his mate hissed back. “My brothers. My Angels. My responsibility.”
     “Will you protect our cubs so diligently?” he wondered out load, an amused smile pulling at his lips as his mate’s eyes read delight at the thought of his own cubs before his human mind tamped down the wolf.
     “My brothers. My responsibility,” he growled, lowering his head and protecting his neck as if he imagined attacking Daiki if he made so much as a move to harm his charges.
     “Your parents—“
     “Dead,” his mate growled and Daiki froze.
     “Dead?” he blinked back the wolf and startled as he scented grief from his mate. “Your clan—“
     “No clan,” he answered, his eyes looking leery as he stopped retreating now that Daiki had stopped advancing. “Just me.”
     Daiki whimpered in shared grief. As much as sometimes his clan annoyed him or outright angered him, he knew that they would always be there for him, would always be his pack. He could not imagine life along. Was this common here in America or was there something special about his mate?
     He suddenly understood the need for his mate to appear so powerful, to have shorn his hair in the manner of an alpha, for his readiness to attack at the mere thought of someone harming his angels. His mate was a lone wolf.
     He whined in sadness and stepped closer to his omega, reaching for him, pouring out the scents calmness and understanding as he approached.
     His mate, though still weary looking, allowed him closer, though his hissed a bit and raised his hands in a defensive maneuver before he got too close. Daiki stopped and dropped to his knees.
     Even here, he was taller than his mate, more intimidating thought he thought Tego would feel some measure of comfort in knowing that his alpha was larger than him. 
     “My Angels,” Tego chuffed again, the wolf taking over as his body began to tremble and push pheromones that read the need for protection and comfort.
     “We will retrieve you angels,” he nodded once as he settled comfortably and placed his hands on his thighs. “We will bring your angels to safety.”
     Then an appalled thought crossed his mind. “Where are they? Did I take you from them?” If that was the case, then he would rush down and retrieve them. They would carry the clan scent from Tego... No. He could not leave his mate. Pre-bonding had begun. If he left now, anyone could come in and challenge him when he was most vulnerable and steal his mate.
     Human and wolf selves vied for dominance. His thoughts were whirling. He had to protect the mate, but he had to protect those under his mate’s care. His brothers, baby brothers, he had said, were alone and defenseless... but then so was his omega. He didn’t know what to do. The wolf was goring inpatient and the human was getting angry.
     There was something he could do, someone he could call... but his Clan was away and he only had his betas and...
     A touch to his hand brought his eyes up to see his mate had approached. Posed to flee if necessary, Tego had managed to move close enough to him to touch his hand with one single finger. 
     Though his hands were larger than any omega he had ever touched, they managed, despite their size, to hold the delicate look of an omega. His nails were shiny and sharp, his fingers slim and narrow. He had the most capable and vulnerable looking hands he had ever seen.
     “My brothers?” he asked, the wolf gold in his eyes retreating as if he would flee if he didn’t receive the proper response to his request.
     Daiki blinked and his human-self pushed the answer forward as his wolf-self marveled at his mate. Betas.
     “My—our betas... they will retrieve The Tenshi.”
     Some of the wariness eased, though his mate still appeared cautious.
     “My responsibility,” he muttered, looking lost.
     “Our responsibility.” He corrected. Yes, the beta who had seemed so protective yet obediently when he used his sword. This beta would retrieve the Tenshi.

Prescription for Love Seressia Glass
     His quiet assurances had more of an impact on her than flirting, driving a need to deflect the curious squishiness in her chest. “You’re just saying that because you want to get in my pants.” 
     “I’m saying it because it’s true.”
     She placed the last of the food in the fridge. “So you don’t want to get in my pants?”
     “Of course I want to get in your pants—I’m not dead. Or stupid. Because I’m neither dead or stupid, I know just telling you how hot and beautiful you are isn’t going to work.”
     “What do you think will work?”
     “Being real. Being honest.” Dark eyes swept over her as he stepped closer, his nearness heating her skin. “I’m attracted to you, you know that. It started with you smiling at me while you sang along to Beyoncé. It continued with the verbal karate match we had at your sister’s place. By the time you started flirting with me, I was already hooked.”
     “Wait. I flirted with you? Are you sure that wasn’t the other way around?”
     “I was in the kitchen minding my own business when you glided in like a goddess about to bless me.” He grinned, and her stomach clenched. “Which you did.”
     He cupped her cheeks. “I want you, Jasmine. I’ve made no secret of that. I want to taste you, touch you, take my time exploring you. I want to discover what makes you sigh, what makes you moan, and what makes you scream. I want you even more now that I’ve finally had a chance to kiss you.”
     Goodness. That...that wasn’t flirting. That was a bold-faced declaration of intent.
     Desire pinched his features tight as he stared down at her. “Am I alone in this? Am I alone in wanting to know how good we’ll be together?”
     “No.” The intensity of his gaze and the electricity of his touch combined to steal all thought except one. “Need to kiss you.”
      “Yes. Hell, yes.”


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Cooking with the Crazy Lady Authors

Title: Cooking with the Crazy Lady Authors
Authors: Melanie James, RE Hargrave, Holly Barbo, Jami Brumfield
Terri Hubbard Carle, Kelly Cozzone, Angela Ford, Michele E. Gwynn
Jayne Hyatt, Aubree Lane, Cherime MacFarlane, Ella Medler
Teri Riggs, Diane Rinella, Jennifer Theriot, Linda Lee Williams
Genre: Cookbook
Release Date: March 3, 2015

The Crazy Lady Authors aren't just cooking up plots in their books, they're also cooking up tasty vittles! Hey, we're 'crazy' about you, so we're 'dishing' our best recipes out in this awesome cookbook. It's the CLA's way of helping you serve up outstanding dinners in between reading any one of our published works. We know how easy it is to get lost in the pages. Before you know it, the hours have flown by and it's time for dinner. The hubby is hollering, the kids are complaining, and even the dog wants treats. We figure it's all our fault so why not help you maintain peace and harmony in your home by providing this amazing book of easy recipes to keep your clan well-fed? We do, however, stop short of coming to your house to cook it all up for you. We're writing our next novels, after all! Don't be greedy. Bon appetit!

Author Bios:
Melanie James
USA Today Bestselling author, Melanie James spent 14 years as an IT systems administrator before tiring of the hustle and bustle of the technology world. She's doing what she loves, by writing paranormal comedy, steamy paranormal, and contemporary romance books. Melanie has a Bachelor's Degree from the University of Wisconsin-Oshkosh in Leadership and Development, with a minor in Women's Studies. She is working on her Master's Degree in Adult Education at the University of Wisconsin-Stout.

Melanie is married to a wonderful man who supports her dreams and goals. She has two children, three step-children, a beautiful daughter-in-law, and an adorable grand-baby.

RE Hargrave
R.E. Hargrave lives on the outskirts of Dallas, TX where she prides herself on being a domestic engineer. Married to her high school sweetheart, together they are raising three children. She is an avid reader, a sometimes quilter, and now, a writer. Other hobbies include gardening and a love of music. A native 'mutt,' Hargrave has lived in New Hampshire, Pennsylvania, South Carolina, Alabama, Texas, and California. She is fond of setting her stories~which range from the sweet to the paranormal to the erotic~on location in South Carolina and Texas, but its anybody's guess as to what the genre will be!

Holly Barbo
Holly Barbo's world is shaped by her love of family, the beauty of the natural world and an irrepressible creative drive. She has always been curious and sees life through questions. These four characteristics color her writing voice and her stories frequently evolve from her asking "What if....?" Her tales tend to have non-urban settings with nature contributing to the plot, building discordant themes inside a seemingly peaceful refrain.

Holly weaves alternative worlds with threads from today.

Jami Brumfield
Jami M Brumfield has a passion for the paranormal, supernatural, and mythological worlds for most of her life. She believes there is a kernel of truth in every story and loves playing detective to discover what that hidden truth is. She has written most of her life. She started with poems and short stories, then graduated to journalism working for online websites. It was only a natural progression that her love of writing and her passion for the unknown would combine. Her books are a product of that union.

Jami is a multi-genre author in the paranormal arena. She currently has eight series out and two more in the writing process. The Winters Saga series is a Young Adult Paranormal Fantasy Adventure with a touch of romance, Mystery Springs Series is an Adult Paranormal Romance with awesome Action and a Mythological twist, PBI (Paranormal Bureau of Investigation) Case Files series is a Paranormal Mystery series with Romantic Suspense, Ghost Connection series is a New Adult Paranormal Mystery series centered around a reluctant medium and her ghostly companions, Shifter Love Tales series is an adult paranormal romance with mythological twist, Paranormal Hypnotherapy Files series is an adult paranormal romance with a metaphysical twist, Vanished is a paranormal dystopian romance series, Magical Secrets Series centers around antique hunters Josie and Joshua Parker and the mysteries they solve from magical antiques they find, and Demon Love Tales an adult paranormal romance series.

Terri Hubbard Carle
Terri Hubbard Carle was born and raised in a small town called Kernersville NC. It is not so small anymore, but when I was growing up, everybody knew my whole family. I could not get by with anything! I was a little bitty girl with great big dreams and no direction. I got into more trouble than all my friends combined. I spent two whole years of my life grounded.

Kelly Cozzone
Kelly Cozzone was born in New Martinsville, WV. After spending 15 years in Myrtle Beach, SC, she finally made it back to her adopted hometown, Austin, TX.

When Kelly isn't writing the mystery stories she loves, she is following her beloved Texas Longhorns. An avid football fan, she spends her fall months rooting on her favorite teams.

In addition to being an author, Kelly writes for and shares her thoughts and stories that strike a chord in her on her blog. She is a member of the National Association of Professional Women.

Kelly has been happily married to her husband for 20 years and has three children who are her life.

Angela Ford
Angela Ford originates from Nova Scotia...Canada's Ocean Playground!

Her love of the ocean and sunsets are always in her heart and give her inspiration. Her love for words keeps her turning the page. She is never without a book, whether she's reading or writing. Her dedication and involvement with cyber safety seminars gave her an Award of Distinction and sparked the idea for her first book Closure.

Between two jobs, being a mom with a home always filled with teenagers and rather interesting stories; she is lucky to have one very patient and understanding man. Every possible quiet moment she finds, she treasures and just writes about the moments to come. She is a member of the RWA and an avid reader of Romance.

Michele E. Gwynn
Michele E. Gwynn is a freelance journalist in San Antonio. She writes for newspapers, magazines, and online websites like (under the categories of Film, Animal Rights, and Sex and Relationships), Alwayz Therro Magazine, FashionErotica Digital, and more. She also edits websites and books. Prior to her career in writing, Ms. Gwynn worked first as a referral coordinator, billing manager, then office manager for a dermatology practice.

Much of her career has been spent interviewing all manner of celebrities for, and hometown newspaper and magazines. Life has been kind, and these interviews can be found on her blog over at She resides in the small town of Schertz, Texas on the northeast side of San Antonio with her four felines who so graciously allow her to reside in their home.

Jayne Hyatt
Jayne Hyatt is a novelist who currently lives in Denver, Colorado. A lifelong bookworm, she especially enjoys reading contemporary and historical romance, romantic suspense and mysteries. When she's not writing, or reading, she's very likely hanging out with her best friend, cooking up a storm, watching a movie, trying out a new restaurant, browsing in a used book store, or simply daydreaming. As she puts it: "I seem to spend a lot of time daydreaming about what my characters are up to when I'm not with them."

Aubree Lane
Aubree Lane lives in the beautiful foothills of Northern California with her husband, two wonderful sons, and her super special peek-a-poo, named Tanner.

Her motto: Write Until Your Butt Hurts, And Your Eyes Are Crossed.

When not managing the pooper-scooper, you can find Aubree, also a certified water fitness instructor, leading her Menopausal Mermaids/Crustacean Cronies/Friends for Life, on their quest to become fit and fabulous.

Traveling to her tropical island get away, helps to infuse her creative juices periodically throughout the year.

Aubree and her husband enjoy the harvest of their seasonal garden and relaxing in the paradise they have created, called home.

Cherime MacFarlane
Although born in New Orleans, Cherime MacFarlane am proud to call myself an Alaskan. I have lived here since 1977. I have seen -40 degrees, hauled water, made bear bacon and I live in a cabin. I have used a fishwheel to catch salmon coming up the Copper River. I was my second husband's chief mechanic's helper and roadie. I have cut firewood on shares. I worked as a cocktail waitress during pipeline days in a small lodge on the Richardson Highway.

My second husband, a Scot from Glasgow, was the love of my life. When I write Scots dialect, I personally experienced hearing it from my in laws. When my husband got on the phone to Scotland, after 5 seconds I could barely understand a word.

We moved to Wasilla to get warm. It barely drops past -25 degrees here in the winter. I became a paralegal and worked for over 26 years for the same firm.

Alaska is my home. I never thought I would love it so much, I never want to leave. The beauty of Alaska is a draw I cannot resist. I love the people and the history. I have been captured by a place I came to under duress. Life does play some interesting tricks on one. My love and I were not apart more than 24 hours for 20 plus years. I never wanted to be anywhere but with him. He was a man to run the river with and was my biggest fan.

Ella Medler
Ella Medler is a U.K. author and free-lance editor. She writes fiction in more than one genre in a seemingly vain attempt to slow down her overactive brain enough to write non-fiction on subjects she knows a thing or two about. She also does not believe in the starchy use of English and ignores the type of rule that doesn't allow for a sentence to be finished in a preposition. Her books - whatever genre they may be - are action-driven. Well-developed, multi-layered characters are her forte.

Loves: freedom.

Hates: her inner censor.

Teri Riggs
As a child, Teri Riggs made up her own bedtime stories. When her children came along, Teri always tweaked the fairy tales she told her daughters, giving them a bit more punch and better endings when needed.

Now she spends her days turning her ideas into books. She lives in Marietta, GA with her husband.

Diane Rinella
Enjoying San Francisco as a backdrop, the ghosts in Diane Rinella's 150-year old Victorian home augment the chorus in her head. With insomnia as their catalyst, these voices have become multifarious characters that haunt her well into the sun's crowning hours, refusing to let go until they have manipulated her into succumbing to their whims. Her experiences as an actress, business owner, artisan cake designer, software project manager, Internet radio disc jockey, vintage rock n' roll journalist/fan girl, and lover of dark and quirky personalities influence her idiosyncratic writing.

Jennifer Theriot 
Jennifer Theriot hails from the Great State of Texas. She is a career woman, working as CFO of a Texas based real estate investment firm. Working in her capacity as CFO, she felt something was missing and discovered her passion for writing novels--mostly at night and on weekends.

In her limited spare time Jennifer enjoys being outdoors; preferably somewhere on a beach curled up with a good book. Spending time with family and friends, watching a baseball game and enjoying a good bottle of wine are usually on her to-do lists. Jennifer is also 'MiMi' to three beautiful grandchildren and a mom to three grown children, all of whom she adores. Theriot is an admitted music junkie, loving every type of music, which takes up most of the memory on her iPhone. She listens to music from sun up to sun down and her love of music is reflected a great deal in her books.

Linda Lee Williams
Linda Lee Williams writes "contemporary romance with a paranormal twist." Her stories revolve around imperfect characters, their families and friends, and a host of life issues. Currently, she has four published novels and is part of a short-story anthology.

After moving to Denver from Chicago, Linda taught creative writing classes and formed a writers' group. An outdoor enthusiast, she enjoys hiking, biking, and birding. She loves critters of all kinds. During her journeys she's called Maryland, Virginia, Illinois, Missouri, and Colorado home. Wherever she roams, she finds inspiration in her surroundings.

Melanie James

RE Hargrave

Holly Barbo

Jami Brumfield

Terri Hubbard Carle

Kelly Cozzone

Angela Ford

Michele E. Gwynn

Jayne Hyatt

Aubree Lane

Cherime MacFarlane

Ella Medler

Teri Riggs

Diane Rinella

Jennifer Theriot

Linda Lee Williams

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Cover Reveal: Mist on Water by Shea Berkley

Title: Mist of Water
Author: Shea Berkley
Genre: Fantasy, Historical, Young Adult
Expected Release Date: July 13, 2015
Cover Design: Yocla Designs
Long ago, in a far off land, there rose a tale as old as the earth.

As long as Ryne can remember, his parents told him to beware the nix in the lake. From the day he was born, the tale of the nix and how she demanded Ryne as her prize for setting his captured father free has defined Ryne’s life. No matter what he does, he can’t shed its curse…in everyone’s eyes, Ryne is doomed to die.

Nari is the only one who befriends Ryne, and loves him without fear despite the villagers’ relentless jeers. But when Ryne disappears beneath the cold waters of the lake, everyone believes he’s dead. Everyone except Nari.

Now it’s up to Nari to defy her family, her village and the legend of the nix to bring Ryne back from his watery prison or they’ll both be lost. forever.

Author Bio:
Shea Berkley started out writing nonfiction (not so fun) and quickly moved into fiction (totally fun), and knew she'd found her calling. (Her family was thrilled she'd found friends to play with even if they weren't technically real.) She's still pleasantly surprised people are willing to pay to read her stories. Besides writing, her many diversions include kickboxing, reading awesome books and hanging out with her loud and rambunctious family. With five kids (all girls), her biggest job is to make sure the little darlings don't harass the neighbors and then play dumb when the cops come knocking on her door.


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Through His Heart by Deborah Camp

Title: Through His Heart
Author: Deborah Camp
Series: Mind's Eye #3
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: June 30, 2015
“Sending you an SOS.”

When psychic Trudy Tucker hears this plaintive cry in her mind and then connects psychically with a little girl’s kidnapper, she is drawn to a small town in Missouri where everyone is suspect – including herself and her lover, celebrated psychic detective Levi Wolfe. As she and Levi work together to sort through whom and what to trust, an innocent life hangs in the balance.

     A shudder raced through her and her stomach knotted. Nausea rose up to her throat as darkness descended in her mind.
     “I’m sending you an SOS. Sending you an SOS. An SOS.” Can you find me? Can you hear me?
     “I hear you,” Trudy whispered, answering the small, trembling voice.
     “Did you say something, Rachel? Are you singing something?” This was a different voice in her head. A deep bass, but gentle. Coaxing, cajoling, cunning.
     The darkness parted like a curtain in Trudy’s mind and Rachel came into view. She sat in a child’s white rocking chair, her red tennis shoes dangling inches from the floor. A wedge of purple discolored her right cheek. Her lips twitched and her chin quivered.
     “Be a good girl and do what you’re told and that won’t happen to you again. No one wants to hurt you. You gotta obey, though. Can’t say ‘no’ to your elders. Your mama should have taught you that.”
     “It hurts.”
     “Want me to kiss it and make it well?”
     Rachel rounded her shoulders, making herself smaller. “Nuh-uh.”
     “Okay then. I could make it stop hurting though . . . I’ll read you a Bible story. How about that? Remember what we talked about? God is way up here . . . then there’s his disciples right here . . . and then your elders . . . and you’re way down below that.”
     Glimpses of hands . . . moving up and down, illustrating the levels. Dirty nails, dry skinned knuckles.
     “Where’s Mommy?”
     “Are you hearing me? This is important.”
     “I want to talk to Mommy.”
     “She doesn’t want to talk to you! God gave you to us. Your mommy is busy serving the Lord and now you’re here serving us because it’s been ordained. Quit touching your face! That won’t help it heal. Come sit in my lap while I read. Did you hear me ask nice? You won’t like it if I have to ask twice. That’s my good girl. You act like this all the time and you won’t get any more boo-boos.”
     Was he kissing her? Was he licking her?

Through His Heart #3

Through His Eyes #1

Through His Touch #2

Author Bio:
Author of more than 40 novels, Deborah lives in Oklahoma. She has been a full-time writer since she graduated from the University of Tulsa. Her background as a reporter for newspapers helped her to write fast and enjoy research. After she sold her first few books, she quit newspaper work to become a freelance writer and novelist. Deborah's first novel was published in the late 1970s and her books have been published by Jove, New American Library, Harlequin, Silhouette, and Avon. She has been inducted into the Oklahoma Authors Hall of Fame and she is a charter member of the Romance Writers of America. She is also a member of the Author's Guild. She was the first recipient of the Janet Dailey Award.

Through His Eyes (April, 2014) is her first romantic suspense book. It has paranormal elements and is erotic. It’s the first book in the Mind’s Eye series.

Through His Touch (September, 2014) is the second book in the Mind’s Eye series featuring psychic detectives Trudy Tucker and Levi Wolfe.

Lover of the west and the people who tried to tame it, Deborah likes to write about strong, independent women and the men who are their equals. She grew up on a diet of TV westerns which have served her well. Living in Oklahoma has also been a godsend. Since she appreciates men with devilish twinkles in their eyes, she likes to mix laughter in with the love scenes in her books.

Also widely published in non-fiction, she and writes and edits for a magazine focused on small businesses. Deborah taught fiction writing for more than 10 years at a community college. She has been a guest speaker at numerous writers’ conferences, including Romance Writers of America (RWA), Writers, Inc., and the Oklahoma Writers Federation, Inc. She has served as a judge in numerous writing contests throughout the United States and has judged manuscripts in RWA’s Golden Heart Awards and RITA Awards. She is currently working on her next historical romance set in the wild, wonderful west.

In 2012 her books were re-issued on Amazon for Kindle Direct and have attracted tens of thousands of new fans. Her books have made the Amazon bestseller list and “Too Tough To Tame” hit the #1 historical romance spot for Kindle Readers.


Through His Heart #3

Through His Eyes #1

Through His Touch #2

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The Knight of Ambra & The Sergeant of Ambra by Lyn Brittan

Titles: The Knight of Ambra & The Sergeant of Ambra
Author: Lyn Brittan
Series: Mercenaries of Fortune #1 & 2
Genre: Adventure, Romantic Suspense
Release Dates: The Knight: April 13, 2015
The Sergeant: June 21, 2015

The Knight of Ambra
Brant Jacobs is determined not to screw up his first mission as a Knight of Ambra. Sneak in, retrieve the stolen artifact and disappear. Easy...right up until a woman in yoga pants stumbles through the wrong door at the wrong friggin' time. She's too cute and too innocent to be left on her own, but bringing her along might put them in the greatest danger of all.

Michaela Alberto only took the stupid delivery job out of necessity. How the crap she wound up here - between the barrel of a mobster's gun and some super secret government agent - is beyond unfair. Now they're on the run and Brant promises her safety, but what happens to all that when he has her life...and her his hands?

The Sergeant of Ambra
A pilot, a roughneck and a treasure hunt gone out of control.

Desperate to make her own way in the world, helicopter pilot Glori leaves her beloved Texas to run a sightseeing business in the jungles of Madagascar. It’s never easy, and money’s hard to come by, but she’s safe and on her own… at least until a tough-talking Marine walks into her garage.

Eric Storm loves his position as resident roughneck with the Knights of Ambra. He’s never failed a mission, and now’s not the time to start. The only thing standing between him and the stolen treasure he came for is a thousand miles of jungle and the beautiful woman who stirs up feelings he didn’t know he had.

Author Bio:
Lyn grew up wanting to live like her heroes, James Bond and Indiana Jones. She wasn't totally successful and never had to shoot her way out of a hotel bedroom. She's still coming to terms with it. Awards and woot-woots include: Amazon Sci-Fi Romance Best Seller, ARe Best Selling Author, 2013 and 2014 SFR Galaxy Award Winner.


The Knight #1

The Sergeant #2

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