Guilty Pleasures says Fourth Down “A True Gem”
Thursday, January 12th, 2017

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Go Big or Go Home.

When her relationship goes up in flames, Holly Funchess jumps straight back into the heat—by becoming a firefighter. Running as far away from her past as she can, Holly trains hard and lands a job with a small San Diego station. With everything to prove, she has no problem putting her love life on the back burner. But where there’s smoke…

A former football player with a string of failed relationships behind him, Chase DeMarco has put his all into his Coast Guard career and the youth football team he coaches. He’s not about to let anyone distract him—especially Holly, the woman at his gym who seems to relish getting under his skin. But when their skirmishes turn into full-contact workouts—and they face off against the dangers of their jobs—Chase and Holly must choose between letting the clock run down or playing to win…Fourth Down

Excerpt:

“Are you planning to stand there blocking the door all day?”

The words were hostile but the voice had a low, musical quality to it that for some reason teased at his nerve endings. He turned around and nearly smacked into the woman behind him. She took a step back and glared at him.

“Did you hear me?” she demanded.

A more fanciful man might call her an earth goddess. She was tall, the top of her head coming just past his shoulder. Her long legs were emphasized by the short shorts she wore. Brown hair with streaks of light scattered through it was scraped back in a tight ponytail, the style accenting the hazel of her eyes, her high cheekbones, and her almost translucent skin.

Translucent skin?

What the fuck? Who was that stranger talking in his head? He’d been listening to his friends’ wives and girlfriends too much.

“Well?” Her voice was impatient now. “You know standing where you are you’re blocking the door, right? Some of us actually want to go inside and work out.”

Chase shook himself.

“Sorry.” He opened the door and stepped aside to let her enter, trying not to notice that she had a most excellent ass.

“Geez,” she huffed. “Some people.”

She flicked a glance at him over her shoulder as she moved into the building carrying her workout bag. Chase had to drag his eyes away from her. Tonight he was all about working out, not hooking up, not when his friend’s engagement had dredged up yet again all the reasons why happy ever after wasn’t for him.

Still, as though some evil elf were sitting on his shoulder, he tracked the woman’s movements as she checked in at the reception desk and headed toward what he assumed were the locker rooms. The traces of whatever fragrance she wore still lingered, driving him crazy. As she walked, her ponytail bounced with the sway of her ass. He—

“May I help you?”

Chase rolled up his tongue and turned toward the front desk. Enough already.

“Uh, yeah, hi. I’d like to work out tonight. It’s my first time here, so what kind of arrangements do I need to make?”

He tried to concentrate as the very nice young lady behind the counter explained membership fees, guest passes, trial packages, and whatever else Pump It Up offered. But it was hard to concentrate when his brain seemed to have self-destructed. What the fuck?

“Yeah, I’ll take that,” he said, wondering exactly what he’d opted for.

“The thirty-day trial package?” The girl beamed at him. “That’s a great way to start. Almost everyone who buys it ends up going for the full ride.”

Thirty-day trial package? Had the snippy female mesmerized him so much he’d forgotten where he was? He’d only come here for one night. Oh, well, it would do him some good to isolate himself from the group until they got over all the happy celebrating. He took the papers the girl pushed at him, filled them out, and handed her his credit card. Along with his receipt, she handed him a two-page brochure on the facility itself and a diagram showing where all the different machines and equipment were located.

He changed in the locker room, stowed his things in a locker, and hung the key bracelet on his wrist. His normal pattern was to start with either a treadmill or an elliptical, so he headed for the long double row of them facing the front wall of glass. The treadmills were first but then he spotted Miss Ponytail at an elliptical so, perverse idiot that he was, he marched over and took the one beside her. Placing his water bottle in the tray and hanging his towel over the bar, he climbed aboard and set his program.

Why on earth was he doing this? He made it a firm habit to stay away from women with attitude like she’d displayed at the door. Women were problem enough without bothering with the hostile ones. Yet here he was, right in her space.

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Happy New Year and 99 cent specials
Saturday, December 31st, 2016

Just an end of the year reminder that you can take home some f my heroes for only 99 cents. Check it out:

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FORWARD PASS

Celebrate the end of football season with hot Joe Reilly.

Get Ready to Play Rough

Shay Beckham grew up idolizing her brother’s best friend, star quarterback Joe Reilly. There was no one in their Texas town who had the moves to match Joe on or off the field. Years later, he’s still a player who has what it takes to drive any hot-blooded woman wild. But Shay isn’t a kid with a bad case of hero-worship anymore. She’s grown-up and independent, with her feet on the ground and a serious head on her shoulders. If she could just say the same for Joe.Forward Pass.jpg

It’s been fifteen years, but Joe Reilly hasn’t forgotten the skinny little kid who used to follow him around like a shadow. What he can’t get over is that the skinny shadow has grown into one hell of an incredible woman. One any man in his right mind would kill to get his hands on. And one who seems to be completely immune to him. He knows he and Shay could have something special together. If he could only convince her he’s about more than just the game.

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TOUCH OF MAGIC

Maddie Woodward is in a pickle. The last person she expects to see when she returns to the family ranch for one last Christmas is her former lover, Zach Brennan. He’s hotter as he ever was, all male and determined to get her naked. She’s just as determined to show him ATouchOfMagic_300x450she’s over him—until she ends up in his bed, enjoying the wildest sex of her life. A night of uncontrolled, erotic sex shows her that Zach is far from out of her life. Now if she can just get him to help her convince her sisters not to sell the ranch—or sell it to the two of them.

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HE CAME UPON A MIDNIGHT CLEAR

Cody Alvarez needs to find a wife by New Years Day or he will lose the ranch his uncle willed to him. Libby Morris just needs, for once in her life, to feel desired. Sensual. Appealing. Especially after an intense reshaping at a high-end spa. When Madame Eve of 1Night Stand invites them to Christmas Week at the Castillo Lodge in Alaska, Cody and

HCUAMC_LGLibby are not given the names of the partners chosen for them. As they wait to learn the identities of their one-night stands, they discover an incredible spark of chemistry and a connection stronger than either has experienced before. Will spending a very erotic night together ruin their arrangements or offer another option?

 

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Win a $100 Gift Card
Thursday, December 29th, 2016

As football season winds down, my publisher, Kensington Publishing, is treating fans with a $.99 special for FORWARD PASS. I decided to jazz things up a little and offer a prize to everyone who reads the book. If you haven’t read it het, this is a good time to buy it.

How do you enter the contest? Just post below the last line in Chapter 7 and you will be entered in the drawing for a $100 GC. Easy, right? I am running this today and tomorrow only so…..

Get Ready to Play Rough

Shay Beckham grew up idolizing her brother’s best friend, star quarterback Joe Reilly. There was no one in their Texas town who had the moves to match Joe on or off the field. Years later, he’s still a player who has what it takes to drive any hot-blooded woman wild. But Shay isn’t a kid with a bad case of hero-worship anymore. She’s grown-up and independent, with her feet on the ground and a serious head on her shoulders. If she could just say the same for Joe.

It’s been fifteen years, but Joe Reilly hasn’t forgotten the skinny little kid who used to follow him around like a shadow. What he can’t get over is that the skinny shadow has grown into one hell of an incredible woman. One any man in his right mind would kill to get his hands on. And one who seems to be completely immune to him. He knows he and Shay could have something special together. If he could only convince her he’s about more than just the game.

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8 Days of Christmas Day #4: A 99 cent special and how a real life stranger became a hero
Monday, December 19th, 2016

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People have been telling my I’m weird for years, and you know what? They are probably right. But I love weirdness and I certainly have a lot of fun. For intake, the places I get my inspiration for characters.

Up until last year I lived in Texas, in a little Hill Country town called Boerne. In Boerne there is a yummy scrumptious bakery that also has little cafe tables out on the sidewalk. I was waiting for my truck to be serviced one day and decided an outdoor table with a mocha latter and a hot scone from this bakery beat sitting around with grease and oil.

So there I was, reading form my tablet, paying NO attention to anything else as my family will tell you is common for me, when I swung my foot out and …….kicked someone! I looked up, ready to apologize, but my breath got trapped in my throat. There he was, an OMG gorgeous cowboy. Tall, with his Stetson pulled low on his forehead, his rancher jacker, jeans that looked like they’d been made for him and his Western work boots.

Holy ****!!! I said to myself

To him I said, I am so sorry. I should have been paying better attention. And can I please take your picture? (I do that a lot when I see people who inspire me.)

He looked at me strangely and I hoped he was planning to call the cops. I quickly explained to him who I was (of course he’d never heard of Desiree Holt) and have him one of my business cards. I tried to explain whiteout swallowing my tongue that he was the exact image of the hero in a story I was plotting. He started to edge away but then I think he took pity on an old lady.

“Okay,” he said, “but you won’t publish anywhere, right?”

I noted vigorously, pulled out my phone and snapped a few pictures, after which he literally ran down the sidewalk to get away from the crazy lady.

But….

That yummy guy became Cody Alvarez in HE CAME UPON A MIDNIGHT CLEAR.True story.

And HE CAME UOON A MIDNIGHT CLEAR is now just 99 cents at All Romance eBooks.

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Cody Alvarez needed to find a wife by Christmas or he would lose the ranch his uncle left to him. Libby Morris just needed, for once in her life, to feel desired. Sensual. Appealing. Especially after an intense reshaping at a high-end spa. Invited to Christmas Week at the Castillo Lodge in Alaska by Madame Eve of 1Night Stand, Cody and Libby were not given the names of the partners chosen for them. As they were forced to wait until they learned who their one-night stands were, they discovered an incredible spark of chemistry and a connection stronger than either had experienced before. Would spending a very erotic night together ruin their arrangements or give them another option?

Excerpt:

“I’m not very good at this,” she said slowly.HCUAMC_LG

He squeezed her hand gently. “At eating dinner?”

She shook her head, still not looking at him. “At…small talk. Dating. Things like this.” Her cheeks felt so hot she thought they must match her lipstick.

“Libby?” Cody’s voice barely penetrated the fog of embarrassment. And he still had hold of her hand. “Libby, look at me.”

Reluctantly she raised her eyes.

“I’m going to order us each another drink and then I’d be interested to find out why someone as beautiful and sexy as you has trouble in a social situation like this. Surely you must be beating the men off with a stick.”

She made herself breath evenly. She might as well tell him. They’d never see each other again and maybe he could give her some moral support. Besides, he made her feel comfortable, something her assigned date night not do.

The waiter cleared their dessert dishes, brought another glass of wine for her and bourbon on the rocks for Cody. He touched his glass to hers.

“To us. Two people enjoying a nice dinner.”

She laughed at that and swallowed some wine.

“Now. Let’s have it. What’s got you skittish as a newborn calf?”

“You’ll laugh at me.”

He smiled. “Darlin’, the last thing I’ll do is laugh. I promise.”

She took another gulp of wine. “Well, they say it’s easier to tell things to a stranger.”

“Oh, but we’re not strangers,” he protested. “Are we? We spent all that time on the plane together, right? But Libby? It’s still all right to talk to me. Tell me.”

She drained her wine glass and held it out. “C-Could I have another drink? Please?”

Cody laughed. “Yes, but then I’m cutting you off. I don’t want anyone to accuse me of getting you drunk and taking advantage of you.”

Her breath caught in her throat. “I…You…”

He signaled for the waiter then picked up her hand again. She wished he’d never drop it. It felt so good and secure.

“Breathe,” he teased gently. “It’s okay. Just relax. If you don’t want to say anything you don’t have to. Really.”

“I’ve been fat and frumpy and boring all my life,” she blurted out then wished she could dive under the table. When he didn’t say anything she made herself look up and saw him staring at her. “What?”

He cleared his throat. “Libby. I have to say that those are three words I would never associate with you.”

The waiter brought their drinks and she paused long enough to sip some of hers. “That’s because you didn’t know me. Even now I have a long ways to go.”

“For what?” He sounded astonished.

“For, you know. To look like everyone else.”

“Why the hell would you want that? You’re perfect the way you are.”

She snorted. “Oh, sure. That’s nice of you to say but you don’t have to be polite. I just spent two months at a spa to get to this point.” He hadn’t stopped staring at her. “That’s why I booked this thing through 1 Night Stand. A woman at the spa told me about them.” Her face heated again. “I wanted an exciting, erotic night like my girl friends talk about. An adventure. You know. Hot sex.”

Oh, god, maybe the floor would just open up and swallow her.

Cody downed his bourbon in two swallows and signaled the waiter for the check.

“Finish your wine. We’re getting out of here.”

 

Day #3: 8 Days of Christmas. Today a Touch of Magic and another prize
Sunday, December 18th, 2016

Today we’re bringing a touch of magic to Christmas. This is one of three books in the Mistletoe Magic series I wrote with Regina Carlysle and Cindy Spencer Pape. So be sure to check out Whispers of Magic and Breathe of Magic, too.

Comment for a chance to win a $10 GC

Touch of Magic

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Maddie Woodward is in a pickle. The last person she expects to see when she returns to the family ranch for one last Christmas is her former lover, Zach Brennan. He’s hotter as he ever was, all male and determined to get her naked. She’s just as determined to show him she’s over him—until she ends up in his bed, enjoying the wildest sex of her life. A night of uncontrolled, erotic sex shows her that Zach is far from out of her life. Now if she can just get him to help her convince her sisters not to sell the ranch—or sell it to the two of them.

Excerpt: 

Zach Brennan. Here, on her ranch. How could life be so cruel?

His stood in front of her now, tilting his hat back just enough so she could see the glint of light in his coffee-colored eyes. His skin was tanned as if he spent a great deal of time outdoors and there were fine networks of lines at the corners of his eyes and his mouth.

His mouth!

She had to focus on something else, because all she could remember was the last time they’d been together and the wonderful things that mouth had done to her body.

Maddie wondered if he was still riding the rodeo circuit. Like a nail poking into an open sore, she’d kept up with his career until she couldn‘t stand it any more. She knew all the silver buckles he’d won, all the grand prizes. Not to mention, she was sure, the adoration of dozens of buckle bunnies. That had been her last sight of him, twenty-five years old and a walking bottle of testosterone, surrounded by rodeo groupies in the beer tent, ignoring her last-ditch effort to talk to him, winking at her as he leaned in to kiss the brunette hanging on one arm.

“Hello, Maddie.” His voice was like aged whiskey—smooth as silk but burning its way into her body. “Ty said you’d be the first one to arrive.”

Ty Blackwell, Zach’s friend and her older sister Liza’s lover years ago, was handling the estate of her parents. But just what did Zach have to do with that?

She had to swallow twice before she could get words out in something approaching a normal tone. “I was sorry to hear about your mom.”

Pain slashed through his eyes, darkening them. “Yeah. That was a bad scene.”

“I heard your dad sold your place and moved to Colorado to live with your brother.”

Zach gave a brief nod. “He was pretty lonely after Mom died.”

Maddie screwed up her courage. It was now or never. “What are you doing here?”

A hint of a grin kicked up one corner of his mouth. “I guess that gets it right to the point, doesn’t it?”

“I don’t see any point in beating around the bush. Where’s Jack Grady and the rest of the hands? What’s going on here?”

“Grady got kicked by the new bull your daddy had just bought about a week before the accident. At his age that’s not such a good thing. His doctor thinks he might not be able to come back to work.”

Maddie wet her lips. “That still doesn’t answer the rest of my questions.”

“The hands are out taking care of business. I’m here because Ty needed someone to run the ranch until you and your sisters sign the papers to sell it.”

Maddie felt as if a giant fist had just punched her in the stomach. “Sell the ranch,” she managed to get out. Well, she hadn’t told Ty about her decision yet. Or her sisters. She supposed she should be grateful he hadn’t left the ranch to its own devices.

“Yes. I understand that’s what y’all plan to do.” He moved closer to her so their bodies were almost touching. His hand reached out to cup her cheek, his thumb lightly stroking the skin. “I’ve missed you, darlin’. More than you can possibly know.”