Another New Giveaway!

Welcome to the Steamy Book Bargains August Series Highlight and Giveaway!

Are you one of those readers who holds out on a book until there are multiple follow ups! Are you afraid to commit until you can have more than just the first story in your hands!

This is for you! All the best steamy romance series in one place! Buy one book, buy the whole series, it’s up to you. But after you check out some great reads scroll to the bottom and enter to win one of two $25 Amazon GCs!


Here’s the link to the giveaway page: http://steamybookbargains.com/index.php/august-series-highlight-and-giveaway/


Excerpt from In the Dark

The Children of Night series returns today! Needless to say, I'm very excited about that. The first six books (there are two more in the works) are currently on sale for only .99 each as part of Entangled's Paranormal Sales Event. 

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Looking back, I'm not sure if I ever actually shared an excerpt from the first book, In the Dark, here on my blog. Well, there's no time like the present! So here's the new blurb, and an excerpt. Enjoy! 


Vampire Conrad Quintano has been around for centuries—long enough to know falling for a human is a terrible idea. Much less falling for adventure-seeking hippie Desert Rose and agreeing to raise her babies.

Raised in virtual isolation, Marc and Julie Fischer have never known their unique status in the world. But once they’re in San Francisco, the family reunion is nothing like they anticipated and they’re thrust into a world they’re completely unprepared for.


“Sounds like someone’s throwing a party,” Marc observed as they stepped inside the dark, paneled entrance.

“You think maybe it’s for us?” Julie suggested hopefully. “You know, like a surprise homecoming party or something? I mean, we still don’t know why we’re here so…it could be anything, right?” 

It had been a shock to be so suddenly summoned here, with no explanation offered, after years of
being told that either the time or the circumstances weren’t right.

Marc shook his head. “Little noisy for a surprise, don’t you think?” He put their bags on the floor next to the ornate brass coat tree and glanced distractedly around the empty foyer. “I dunno. Something doesn’t feel right.”

They hesitated for a moment longer but no one appeared 
to greet them. Curious, they followed the sounds—the laughter, the music, the chatter of voices—toward the rear of the house.

The closer they drew to the noise, the stronger the smells became. Wine and incense, arousal and sweat and most potent of all, layered beneath the rest, the sweet, rich, coppery scent of fresh blood. Julie’s mouth was watering by the time they reached their destination.

“Holy shit,” her brother muttered, stopping dead in his tracks. Julie found herself nodding in agreement. The center of the large, dimly lit room had been cleared of furniture to serve as a dance floor. Most of those dancing were barely clothed and phenomenally well-toned and all of them, male
and female, vampire and human alike, wore expressions of almost orgasmic bliss.

“And then some.” Julie’s gaze traversed the room’s perimeter, which seemed to have been lined with a succession of chaises and sofas and piles of pillows, all occupied by small groups feeding from one another. “Wow.”

Suddenly, a loud commotion arose from the low dais at the far end of the room. “Ay, ay, ay,” a familiar voice called out in greeting. “Mis queridos— you’re here!” Make that almost familiar. Julie stared in consternation as a tall, sculpted fiure rose from the chaise upon which he’d been reclining and hurried forward to greet them. The voice was Damian’s, all right, but the tone—high-pitched and
excited—was entirely more Chihuahua-like than she’d been expecting.

Marc gave a strangled gasp as their uncle strode toward them, his arms held wide, his long black hair streaming out behind him. He was wearing an open, floor-length, red- and black-patterned kimono over gauzy black pants—and a sly smile that suggested he knew exactly the kind of impression he was creating and was loving every scandalous second. Gold rings glittered on his fingers, his ears and both nipples. The crowd parted deferentially to let him pass.

“Stop staring,” Julie whispered urgently to her brother. “It’s not like we didn’t know.” Damian had never kept his sexual orientation a secret, but even so, they’d never seen him quite like this before. Tonight, he wasn’t just out of the closet, he’d brought the whole closet out with him.

Before Marc had a chance to resist, Damian swept him up in a big hug and kissed him loudly on both cheeks. “Ah, mi amor,” he crooned, pinching his cheek as he let him go. “It’s been too long.”

Next, Damian turned his attentions on Julie. As his arms closed tightly around her she found herself transported back to her childhood. This was the Damian she remembered. Big, warm, comforting. The uncle who’d read her bedtime stories and tucked her in at night. Who’d wiped away her tears when she fell and skinned her knees—never once pointing out that the scrapes had sometimes healed before the tears even started.

Julie returned his embrace. She went up on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. “Nice threads, Uncle Damian,” she whispered in his ear. “I like this whole ‘Queen of the Damned’ look you’ve got going on.”

Damian threw back his head and roared with laughter.“That’s my baby girl.” Pressing an enthusiastic kiss on Julie’s forehead, he smiled at her approvingly. “I knew I could count on you, chica.” Then he drew back and looked at them both. “Now, mis niños, let me look at you. How was the train? Did
you have a good trip? You must be famished.” He waved a hand at the surrounding crowd and suggested. “Why don’t you go find yourselves something to eat?”

“Where’s Conrad?” Marc asked, ignoring the pleasantries, startling Julie with his abruptness. His gaze scanned the room. “He’s not here. Where is he?”

“Oh, who knows where he’s gone!” Damian heaved a long-suffering sigh. “That man. Always running here, flitting there—who can keep track? Entre nous? Given all the places he tries to be in at one time, I’m almost afraid the big silly has begun to believe he can turn into a bat.”

“Has Conrad left town?” a male voice inquired. Julie stared at the new vampire with interest. He was slim with auburn hair; not quite as tall as Damian. He had a delicious cleft chin and an unsettling inquisitive gleam in his hazel eyes. “I hadn’t heard.”

A shadow passed through Damian’s eyes, something dark and dangerous, and then it was gone. He smiled at the newcomer. “My dear, dear Armand, I’m sure your guess is…oh, well, let’s see…probably almost as good as my own, n’est pas? But, wherever he’s gone, I’m sure he’ll be back to
delight us all again very soon.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?” Marc demanded, the tone of his voice practically turning the words into an accusation. “I thought you said Grandfather wanted to see us? Isn’t that why we’re here? Why would he leave town if he knew we were coming? And…what on earth are you wearing, anyway?”

Julie stared at her brother, perplexed. What was wrong with him? It wasn’t like Marc to be so confrontational. It wasn’t like either of them, come to think of it. At almost forty years old, they both still found it nearly impossible to act counter to the expressed wishes of the two men who’d raised
them. Especially Conrad. Her pondering was cut short when her attention was snared by a soft, amused chuckle.

“Grandfather?” A disbelieving smile had curled Armand’s lips. His gaze flicked curiously over them all. “Are you referring to Conrad? I’m sure he must love being called that! But, come, Damian, you must introduce me. Are these yours?”

Once again, Julie caught sight of that dark gleam in Damian’s eyes. He flashed a look at both twins, warning them to silence, before turning back to Armand with another saccharine smile. “Why, yes, Armand, indeed they are. And now you know all my little secrets. But, aren’t they just too precious? This is Julie and her brother, Marc. Marc’s a little cranky at the moment. He gets that way when he isn’t fed.”

“Who doesn’t?” Armand sent a cursory, disinterested nod in Marc’s direction before bowing low over Julie’s hand. “Mademoiselle. Enchanté.”

Julie shivered in delight as he pressed his lips to her hand and the warmth of his kiss traveled all the way up her arm. “Likewise.”

Armand’s eyes met hers and he smiled in gentle amusement. Then he turned his quizzical gaze on Damian.

“I must admit, mon ami, you’ve caught me off guard. I didn’t think your tastes ran in quite this…direction?”

“Oh, Armand.” Damian raised his eyes to the ceiling and sighed theatrically. “You disappoint me. Can you not see that they’re twins? How could I break up such a pretty set? It would have been…gauche.”

Relieved laughter burst from Armand’s lips. “Of course. My apologies. I should have guessed it was something like that.” He eyed Julie one more time, a little more intensely than before, then he gave her hand a final squeeze and let go.

Tres bon. I’ll leave you three to your reunion,” he said as he bowed once again. “Au revoir.”

Damian watched as Armand disappeared back into the dancing crowd, then he turned his attention back to the twins.“Watch yourself around that one,” he advised Julie sternly. “Don’t get too close.” He regarded them thoughtfully for a moment, then suggested, “In fact, I think it might be best if
you two were to wait for me in the kitchen until I’m done here. It’s down at the end of the hallway, toward the back of the house. Go eat. We’ll talk later.”

Disappointed, Julie was turning to leave when Marc shook his head. “No. We’ll talk now. I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what’s going on. Where’s Conrad?”

“Marcus,” Damian’s voice, though pitched low, held a note of warning. “You will do as I tell you. Conrad always said you two couldn’t handle this environment yet. This is no time for you to be proving him right.”

Julie held her breath as the two men stared at each other, each refusing to back down. Finally, Damian sighed. “I have no time for this,” he grumbled as he shook his head. He looked to be about equal parts aggravated, worried and quietly proud. He turned away abruptly, so suddenly that his robe flared out around him. Clapping his hands to be heard above the music he called, “Out! Out! Vayamos! Party’s
over! Everyone go home!”

A chorus of disappointed groans and half-hearted protests rose from the crowd but Damian stood fim. Smiling serenely, he repeated the order. “Out! Everybody. Now.” The authority in his voice was such that even Julie found herself once again turning to leave. She saw Marc begin to do the same until Damian reached back and grabbed hold of their wrists. “
Not you two.”

The disgruntled guests filed slowly out through the doorways. Armand was among the last to leave. The parting glance he shot in Damian’s direction was filed with seething animosity. Julie stiffened in alarm, but Damian appeared not to notice.

Finally they were alone. Damian sighed as he let go of their wrists. Reaching for the tiny strings that fastened his kimono he drew the garment around himself and secured it in place. “Now, then,” he said as he threw an arm around each of their shoulders and propelled them from the room. “Let’s go down to the kitchen and have something to eat while we talk, shall we?” Drawing them both even closer,
he pressed a kiss against the side of each of their heads. “I baked cookies. Who wants chocolate chip?”


Going To The Chapel: Excerpt

In Waiting for the Big One, Gabby and Derek went from being friends to lovers; now they're waiting for their big day. But will it be the wedding of their dreams? Or a bride's worst nightmare? 

A quick trip to Gabby's hometown of Sapphire Falls turns into a wedding nightmare when Gabby and Derek are plagued by hailstorms, fires, voracious goats, angry bees, allergies, cancellations and enough family drama to fill a barn. 

Can they hold it all together, or will their Big Day turn into a Big Mess?

Buy:  Going To The Chapel:  HERE

Read more about the LA Love Lessons series: HERE

And a sneak peek at the sequel, Going Up The Country can be found: HERE


We arrived at Gabby's family's farm at about four in the afternoon.  A large metal sign hanging from the front gate proclaimed it to be the Quick Browne Goat Farm. "So who's Quick?" I asked.
Gabby shot me a puzzled look. "What are you talking about?"
"On the sign." I pointed behind us. Browne was the family name, and the goat part was also obvious, but Quick?
Gabby smiled. "Oh, I don't know. The goats, I guess. You know that sentence they make you memorize when you learn touch typing: 'the quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog'?"
"I've heard of it, sure."
"It's like that. "
Puzzled, I turned in my seat to stare at her. "It's 'like that' how?"
"Well, I mean, we've always had some of the laziest sheepdogs you've ever seen. I'm sure they've been jumped over a time or two."
"By foxes?"
"No." Gabby eyed me strangely. "By goats. It's a goat farm, remember?"
I probably should have given up at that point. I've gotten into these kinds of conversations with her before. They never end well. "Okay, but then where do the foxes come in?"
"They don't."
"Look, the whole point of that sentence is that it uses all the letters of the alphabet, right? They had to use fox. Goat wouldn't have worked at all in that context."
"Okay, and so what should also be obvious is that it wouldn't make any sense to call this the Quick Browne Fox Farm. Right?"
None of it made sense; that was the problem. And I was just about to say so when she hit me with that smile.
Now, here's something you might not know about my Gabe. She has one of the greatest smiles in the whole damn world. It's fucking radiant. It's the kind of smile that makes men stupid. If you haven't seen it, you'll just have to take my word on that. I knew I was in trouble the very first time she flashed it my way. I'd never before been covetous of a facial expression, but in that moment I desperately wanted to keep her smiling at me—and only at me—just like that, forever. 
I know it's only a matter of time before her career takes off, because I can't be the only one who feels that way.
"Well?" Gabby prompted. "Would it?"
But her smile had done its usual good work. My train of thought had so thoroughly jumped its tracks that my brain was the mental equivalent of a heap of twisted steel. "Uh...what were we talking about again?"
Gabby shot me a mock glare. "The Quick Browne Fox Farm. Remember?"
"Oh, right." Now, I'm all for sticking to my guns, but I also know when I'm beat. "Yeah, you're right. That's crazy. That wouldn't work at all."
"Exactly," Gabby purred as she pulled the truck to a stop. She glanced at me again, and her smile went from bright to brilliant; I felt a thrill of delight, until I realized the reason for it wasn't my easy capitulation, it was the fact that she was home.
I turned to look around me. We were parked in front of yet another picturesque farmhouse; this one was white, with blue trim and shutters, a wraparound porch, and a white picket fence. Blue hydrangeas clustered around the foundation. Blue morning glories  twined along the fence.  Baskets overflowing with light and dark lobelia hung from the eaves of the porch. "I see someone likes blue."
Gabby nodded. "My mom. It's a Sapphire Falls thing."
"Makes sense."
The theme, unfortunately, was not confined to the house. Now that I knew what I was looking for, I saw hints everywhere. In the English Sheepdog dozing on the porch swing; mostly white  with bluish-gray patches. In the flock of mop-headed chickens pecking at the lawn—oddly reminiscent of the dog, with similar plumage in matching shades. Even the drive where we were parked, with its blue-gray gravel, and its border of whitewashed rocks fit the picture.  It was impressive, in a slightly over-the-top, borderline obsessive kind of way. Not that I'd ever say so.
Just 'cause my family's dysfunctional, doesn't mean I don't know better than to criticize someone else's.
I’d have had to be an idiot not to notice the eager expression Gabby’d been wearing ever since we'd left Omaha. While, intellectually, I knew she loved acting, that she loved the life she'd built for herself out on the coast, that she loved me, I still found myself starting to worry. How much work was it going to take to drag her away from here next week?
"Let's go see where everyone is," Gabby said as she jumped from the truck.  I started to follow, but just then a man came striding around the corner of the house to greet her.  He was tall and lean, with the kind of weathered skin and corded muscles that you only get from spending most of your life working out-of-doors.  I'd pegged him as Gabby's father even before she turned and waved impatiently for me to join them.
Gabby's dad, Mick, looked every inch the aging hippy farmer Gabby had described him as being. His hair was long, just starting to go gray, and the bandana on his head was clearly there for functionality, not as a fashion statement—despite it being blue and white, like everything else around here.
He had a firm handshake, a steely gaze, and a smile that would probably have been a whole lot warmer if I were someone else. But I was the stranger who would shortly be marrying his daughter, the bastard who'd gotten her pregnant. I suspected it would be a long time before he forgave me for either of those offenses.  And, until he did, I figured my chances of getting a genuine smile out of the man were slim to no-fucking-way.
"Did I tell you that Derek teaches yoga?" Gabby asked, threading her fingers with mine and leaning against my shoulder. I was intensely aware of her tit pressed tight against my bicep, and not in a good way, given that her father was looking on. I felt like she was claiming me for her own, marking me as hers, all of which I'd normally be in favor of. But, right now, with the hostile vibe already rolling in waves off her old man? Not so much.  "That's how we met."
"So you've said," Mick replied dryly. I didn't miss the way his face hardened as his gaze latched onto all the places where Gabby's body and mine connected. It was all I could do not to push her away. Something told me that would be worse.
"My dad's been practicing yoga for years," Gabby informed me, seemingly oblivious to the tension.
"Very cool." I smiled at Mick. "What style do you prefer? Sivananda?  Kripalu?" I was expecting him to be into something like that, something old skool and classic. Maybe a little Bikram in the winter.
What I wasn't expecting was, "Goat."
"Daddy!" Gabby scowled at him.
"What? You've never heard of goat yoga? Look it up, if you don't believe me." Mick gazed at me challengingly, and added. "Sometimes the chickens join in too."
"I think I saw something about that online." Of course, I'd assumed it was a joke, but maybe I was wrong? "I'd be interested in seeing that in action while I'm here. We don't get much of a call for it in Los Angeles."
"Their loss."

"I guess so." 

* * * * *

When I finished writing Waiting for the Big One, I thought I'd said everything I needed to say about Gabby and Derek. Then they surprised me by showing up in Love, From A to Z, and in Let Me Count the Ways. And I began to wonder if I hadn't closed the door on them a little too quickly.
Fast forward a few years, and I found myself playing with the idea of writing a wedding story set in Sapphire Falls. I couldn't resist the chance to finally give Derek a voice, and the opportunity to tell his side of things. And now that Gabby an families have introduced themselves, I suspect that at least some of them will be getting their own stories soon too.
And please check out these other new additions to the Sapphire Falls Kindle World:  

Going From Zero to Sixty by Lizbeth Selvig. Elle Mitchell has a talent for anything mechanical and all things cars. When she applies for a low-level mechanics job in Sapphire Falls, it’s mostly to get away from her big brother’s watchful eye and prove she can handle life on her own. What she can’t handle is the hot new boss, Harley Holt, or his penchant for speed!

Going Gets Hot by Rachelle Ayala. Two geeky scientists, Amber and Chad, arrive in Sapphire Falls in time for the Summer Festival. Hot with new clothes and makeovers, they get more attention than they bargained for.

Going Even Wilder by Trish Edmisten. Jillian Somers and Jackson Wilder are back! It’s been eight months since they admitted their feelings for another, and Jillian’s happier than she ever thought she could be. There’s just one problem. Jackson still hasn’t proposed. When it doesn’t look like he’s going to, Jillian’s sister convinces her to take matters into her own hands and ask him to marry her. Too bad Jackson has other plans....

Going to Pieces by EmKay Connor. A disastrous reunion sends Brooke Jones Roseman running from the only home she’s ever known and into the arms of a stranger who teaches her the real meaning of family.

Thanks to Rachelle Ayala for spearheading this group release; to Meg Benjamin for the use of her Texas Barbecue truck which appears in Going up in Flames and in Hungry Heart (Konigsburg, TX series #8); to Kate Davies for lending me her characters, Mia and Chase, who first appeared in Going for Broke; and to Kinsey Holley for her character, Brook, who first appeared in Going for Brook; and most of all, of course, to Erin Nicholas for opening her world to us and giving us all such a fun playground in which to write.


Summer Heat!

If you love Sapphire Falls, the small town Erin Nicholas created, you'll enjoy these FIVE brand-new Kindle World romances. New characters, new and old friends, mix it up during Sapphire Falls' annual Summer Festival. Join Lizbeth Selvig, Rachelle Ayala, Trish Edmisten, EmKay Connor, and PG Forte for a summer romp through Sapphire Falls, where falling in love is fast and country heat is hot!

Going From Zero to Sixty by Lizbeth Selvig. Elle Mitchell has a talent for anything mechanical and all things cars. When she applies for a low-level mechanics job in Sapphire Falls, it’s mostly to get away from her big brother’s watchful eye and prove she can handle life on her own. What she can’t handle is the hot new boss, Harley Holt, or his penchant for speed!

Going Gets Hot by Rachelle Ayala. Two geeky scientists, Amber and Chad, arrive in Sapphire Falls in time for the Summer Festival. Hot with new clothes and makeovers, they get more attention than they bargained for.

Going Even Wilder by Trish Edmisten. Jillian Somers and Jackson Wilder are back! It’s been eight months since they admitted their feelings for another, and Jillian’s happier than she ever thought she could be. There’s just one problem. Jackson still hasn’t proposed. When it doesn’t look like he’s going to, Jillian’s sister convinces her to take matters into her own hands and ask him to marry her. Too bad Jackson has other plans....

Going to Pieces by EmKay Connor. A disastrous reunion sends Brooke Jones Roseman running from the only home she’s ever known and into the arms of a stranger who teaches her the real meaning of family.

Going to the Chapel by PG Forte. Gabby Browne and Derek Novello have gone from friends to lovers, and now they’re waiting for their Big Day. But will it be the wedding of their dreams or a total nightmare? Pick up all FIVE and check out all of the other Sapphire Falls Kindle World books

 If you are outside of the USA, not to worry. Please download this PDF showing you how to buy Kindle World books from outside of the USA. [DOWNLOAD PDF]


Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy Lovers Book Fair and Giveaway July 17-31

Can’t get enough paranormal romance and urban fantasy books? We've got you covered!

We’ve got a Kindle Fire HD 8 loaded with 80 of them ready for one lucky winner to claim! With bestselling titles from J.R. Ward, Bella Forrest, Christine Feehan, Jeaniene Frost, Karpov Kinrade, Terry Spear, and Gena Showalter among dozens more, not to mention 30+ books donated by the sponsoring authors, this prize package has it all. You could also win one of two runner-up $25 Amazon gift cards. 

Enter the Giveaway Here 

And while you’re at it, shop our awesome summer book fair with over 30 PNR/UF titles for you to choose from. https://pnrufgiveaway.blogspot.com/p/book-fair.html 

This Giveaway is Sponsored by: 

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A Romance Reader’s Dream Summer Giveaway

How many books do you read over the average summer? Could you read 80? Because that’s how many ebooks one lucky winner will walk away with in the Books at the Beach Giveaway, including the latest titles from Nora Roberts, Catherine Bybee, Debbie Macomber, and Gena Showalter, plus dozens more. You could also win one of two runner-up $25 Amazon gift cards.

Books at the Beach Giveaway & Book Fair June 19-30
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And while you’re at it, shop our awesome summer book fair with over 50 fantastic romance titles for you to choose from.



Some Girls Like It Hot promo!

How would you like to win one of 100+ gift cards to start off your summer? Join me for the Some Girls Like It Hot Facebook hop from June 9-12. You can enter to win a gift card from every author on the hop! With gift cards ranging in value from $5 to $25 up for grabs, that’s over $1000 in prizes!

Mark your calendar and make my FB page your first stop on the hop. 

Or go to http://somegirlslikeithot.blogspot.com/p/the-hop_29.html for the complete list of authors and their Facebook links, plus info on a bonus giveaway. We’re awarding an Amazon Echo Dot of Kindle Fire to one lucky winner who enters every author’s giveaway on the hop.

Even more fun and chances to win…have you entered our two grand prize giveaways? That’s right, we’re running two big giveaways at the same time. Enter for your chance to win an Kindle Fire HD 10” tablet ($299), plus additional kindles and Amazon gift cards.

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The one about the friends...

Check out  Candace Carrabus' new newsletter, out now. Featuring an excerpt from yours truly.  http://candacecarrabus.com/todays-ride-meet-author-pg-forte/ 

You'll notice I can't help sharing that lovely, lovely cover once again. SO pretty. 💖💖💖💖💖💖

And Look what's new from Jenny Schwartz: STORM ROAD is live AND only 99c until April 14.

"When a woman with secrets saves a man hunted by a ghoul, the choice is stark: salvation or damnation.
Major Dean Fortescue, JAG lawyer and former marine, enters the Southern Appalachian Mountains to find his aunt, who has gone missing. He discovers her house burned down, a ghoul in residence, and a mysterious woman who claims to control the weather.
Beulah Morgan is a weathermage, home after months away on a scientific research vessel in the Southern Ocean. When her mountain retreat is invaded by death magic, old memories resurface and with them a chilling terror.
Children will die unless Beulah trusts Dean, he trusts her magic, and together they face a ghoul that was bound during the Civil War, but recently freed by a reckless wizard mercenary."
Storm Road is only available through Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06Y2M2MR9/
Finally, Kelly Jamieson also has a new book out this week. DANCING IN THE RAIN
"Happily ever afters aren’t just for fairy tales. In this heartfelt novel, a retired athlete must become a father to the daughter he never knew—just as he discovers the power of love with a woman who reignites his passions.
 Drew Sellers is drowning in broken dreams and empty beer bottles. Hockey was his world, until a bum knee reduced him from superstar to has-been. Then he learns that, thanks to a one-night-stand back in college, he’s the father of a preteen girl with major issues. Her protective aunt sees right through Drew’s BS, but “Auntie P” is no stereotypical spinster. With her slender curves, toned legs, and luscious lips, she has Drew indulging in fantasies that aren’t exactly family-friendly.

At another point in her life, Peyton Watt would have been all over a cocky alpha male who pushes all her buttons like Drew. Right now, though, she needs to focus on taking care of her niece during her sister’s health crisis, all while holding down a job and keeping her own head above water. Besides, Drew’s clearly no father of the year. He’s unemployed. He drinks too much. And he’s living in the past. But after Peyton gets a glimpse of the genuine man behind his tough-guy façade, she’s hooked—and there’s no going back."

PLUS Kelly's doing a takeover in her own reader group tonight :-   (cause that's the way you do it! lol) Come party with her Thursday at 8 EDT to celebrate the release of Dancing in the Rain (and who knows what else) and there are giveaways!


Cover Reveal and Excerpt from Two Truths and a Lie

The third book in the Games We Play trilogy, Two Truths and a Lie releases next Tuesday. This was such a fun series to write.

This is Brenda's story. Unlike her cousins, Brenda is far from confident of their ability to make a success of their family's hotel, The Wild Geese Inn. 

Here's a sneak peek:

A month earlier…
“Is there some reason you keep staring at me, Mr. Murphy?”

It had been approximately fifteen minutes since Brenda had made Max’s acquaintance—since she’d overheard him checking in, recognized his name as one she’d been waiting for, and hurried over to introduce herself. It had been maybe ten minutes since she’d invited him into her office so that they could discuss their mutual business in private, and so that she could warn him against accidentally mentioning said business to her cousins. 

And for most of that time Max had been staring at her. Even now his gaze was tracking her every move, coming to rest, every now and again, in all the most unexpected places: her neck, her lips, her fingers, her hair, her breasts.

Well, okay, maybe not all those places were unexpected, but enough of them were to make her feel exposed.

She wouldn’t have characterized herself as being unusually vain, and she was certainly no stranger to male appreciation—or scrutiny—but Max’s unwavering attention, coupled with her own intense awareness of it, of him, was quickly becoming a problem. If for no other reason than it prevented her from scrutinizing him.

Her cousin Gwyn would probably have bolted by now. Her cousin Luke might have already thrown a punch. Brenda preferred to clear the air and set things straight. “Is there something wrong with my appearance?”

“No, not at all.” A flush colored Max’s cheeks. “I apologize. It’s just that you remind me of someone I used to know.” He looked her right in the eyes as he said it. And there was a hint of challenge in his gaze, as though he were daring her to make something of it. Suddenly, Brenda felt it too, a vague but unmistakable feeling of familiarity. An overwhelming sense of yes, there you are. At last. If she were superstitious she might term the sensation déjà vu or concoct some ridiculous fantasy—that they’d been lovers in a past life, for example, or soul mates destined, since before either of them were born, to meet and fall in love. But she wasn’t superstitious, so she called it what it was: meaningless coincidence.

She cleared her throat. “Anyway, getting back to what I was saying, my cousins don’t know that I’ve been in contact with Fairfax, and I’d prefer to keep it that way for now.”

“I understand.” He glanced away, at last, an odd expression on his face. Brenda couldn’t decide if he looked relieved or disappointed. “And, to be honest, until there’s an actual offer on the table, I’d rather they not be involved either. However, I do anticipate being around quite a lot in the next few weeks, asking questions and whatnot. They might find that curious. What do you suggest I say if they wonder why I’m here?”

“I’m glad you asked, because, as it happens, I’ve given the matter a good deal of thought.”
He smiled faintly. “Somehow that doesn’t surprise me in the least.”

Brenda wasn’t exaggerating. Over the past few weeks, she’d thought of little else. Luke might be enamored with the idea of having his own bar, and Gwyn was clearly emotionally attached not just to the business but to the building itself. But Brenda was the realist. The one who’d gone to school for hotel management. The only one, or so it seemed at times, who realized how much trouble they were all in.

She’d taken on a variety of tasks since November in an effort to refamiliarize herself with the hotel. She’d helped out in the kitchen, taken a shift or two in the bar; she’d made beds, and ordered supplies, and checked guests in and out, but anyone could have done as much with equal or—in many cases—superior results. Growing the business, protecting her and her cousins’ inheritance, making sure the three of them didn’t end up losing everything—that was her job, her passion, her only real contribution. That was the one thing she could do better than anyone else.

And she was failing at it.

So, yes, she’d gone looking for solutions—because someone had to suck it up and be the adult. When she learned that the Fairfax hotel chain was potentially interested in acquiring the property, she’d done the sensible thing and followed up with them. And when they’d told her they were sending an inspector—one Max Murphy—down here to check out the property, she for damn sure had given thought to the question of what kind of cover story she could use to explain his being here.

“I thought we’d tell them that you’re an author,” Brenda explained. “We could say you’re here doing research for a book you’re writing.”

“I’m not sure I follow. What kind of book are we talking about? Like a travel guide?”

“No. I was thinking more of a novel that you’re planning to set in a hotel like this one. That way you can ask whatever questions you like and no one will think twice.”

“I don’t know how I feel about that.” Max hesitated. “It seems a bit far-fetched. And I’m not sure how convincing I’d be as an author.”

Brenda shrugged. “Obviously, it would be best not to say anything at all. But I think, if they ask, we should have a story ready.”

“I’ve always felt that, in situations like this, it’s best to stick as close to the truth as possible.”

“I agree. So what would you suggest?”

Max smiled. “We could tell them we’re dating.”

Oh, like that’s not far-fetched? Brenda started to laugh, then quickly turned it into a cough when she realized Max was serious. “Sorry. I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

“You’re not married, are you? Or otherwise involved?”

“No,” Brenda shot back. “Are you?”

“Do you really think I would have suggested we date if I were in a relationship with someone else?”
“Sure. Why not? You might be polyamorous, or in an open relationship, and not see anything wrong with it. Or you could be a liar, or a cheater—”

“In which case I probably wouldn’t admit it, anyway.”


“Were you always this cynical?”

“No. I used to be shockingly naive. But then I grew up.”

“I’m sorry,” Max answered. His voice was unexpectedly gentle.

“I don’t know why. It’s hardly your fault. Frankly, I’m not even sure why I asked. It doesn’t matter, does it? Since we’d only be pretending to date.”

“What if we weren’t pretending? What would you say if I were to ask you to have dinner with me—for real?”

“I’d say no.”

“Because I’m not your type?” He said it lightly, with his smile still in place, but there it was again, that hint of something in his eyes that looked absurdly like pain.

Brenda shook the odd notion away. “No. That has nothing to do with it.” Sweet Lord, Max was practically the poster boy for her type. She’d been attracted to large, red-haired, bearded men from a very young age. Since that one time that her Aunt Glynis decided it would be fun to take Brenda, Luke, and Gwyneth into New York City to give them a street-side view of the Saint Patrick’s Day parade. One glimpse of the NYPD Emerald Society Pipe & Drum Corps marching up Fifth Avenue, row upon row of kilt-wearing men, tall, broad, and imposing, was all it had taken. Brenda had been hooked. But physical attraction wasn’t everything. “If you must know, I don’t date, not in Atlas Beach.”

Max quirked an eyebrow. “May I ask why not?”

“There are several reasons actually.” None of which were any of his business. “I don’t have a lot of time right now, for one thing, what with running the hotel, negotiating with Fairfax—”

“Creating inventive cover stories.”

“Yes, thank you. That too. For another, the dating pool here is very small, and I’ve known most of the men in it since preschool. You’d be surprised how off-putting that can be.”

Although, unfortunately, not off-putting enough where some of the men were concerned.

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Brenda's relationship with Max is a sexy sham designed to keep her cousins from learning of her plans to sell their family's inn. Falling in love for real? That was not supposed to happen. 

All work and no play has been the story of Brenda Donovan's life for the past few months. Concerned about the future of her family's inn, she's been searching for a buyer for the business -- without her cousins finding out what she's up to. She has no time for relationships. But pretending to date sexy Max Murphy, the hotel scout who's there to assess the property? That's totally doable. Especially when games, role-playing, and light bondage are included in the package. Falling in love was never supposed to be part of their deal, however, and now her heart's in play. 

Max has no problem with hiding his true identity from Brenda's cousins. But are they the only ones he's deceiving? When all is finally revealed, will the cousins lose the Wild Geese Inn? Or will they add another member to their growing family?