Can you answer this question and win a prize?
Monday, October 20th, 2014

FINDING JULIA, a passionate love story, released on September 29. did you read it? I hope so because if you did you might win a $100 GC to Amazon or the book vendor of your choice. Just answer the following question:

What gift did Luke give Julia the last time they were together before all hell broke lose?

Email your answer to me at On November 1 Mr. Random. Org and I will pick a winner from all the entries.

And just to remind you about the story:

Sometimes life is not fair. For Julia Patterson meeting Luke Buchanan opened the door to a new life and brought her to life as a woman. In his arms she learns for the first time how real passion and emotion can enrich your life. He claims her body with the pleasure of erotic sex and his heart with unrestricted love. But Fate was laughing at Julia, just as she is about to step over the threshold into a wonderful new life. When her almost-ex-husband Charles is diagnosed with a fatal heart condition her divorce is put on hold along with the rest of her life. Turning her back on Luke and the intense passion and emotion they shared is the most difficult thing she’s ever done. But Julia has a secret, one that Charles has discovered and uses like a club. Thirteen years later when Luke walks back into her life the passion and emotion are just as explosive as ever. Will they finally have their chance at happiness or will her secret destroy it forever?


Excerpt #1:


“Our executive vice president is tied up in a meeting right now,” Howard whispered as the executive staff filed in. “He’s the one who says yea or nay. He’ll join us as soon as he can.”

Great. Would he expect her to do it all over again for him?

She sighed and began her presentation again.

It was well into the afternoon and she was pulling out copies of the proposed budget to distribute when the door to the boardroom opened quietly, and Julia’s stomach dropped to the floor. She felt as if an electric surge slammed into her, plucking at every one of her nerve endings.

The man who silently took a seat at the end of the table wasn’t necessarily handsome, but he was one hundred percent male. Liquid brown eyes were framed by the thickest lashes she had ever seen on a man. She noticed the strong jaw and the lines of character etched on an incredibly masculine face. Straight brown hair, a hint of silver reflecting in the lights, was worn just a little long, giving him a slightly rakehell look.

The classic dark business suit barely concealed the power he radiated. More than that, he exuded an aura of self, of authority, of comfort in his own skin few men were able to attain. She could think of only three words to describe him. Dark. Edgy. Dangerous. In her entire thirty years, no man had ever affected her the way this man did. Certainly not Charles. She clamped down on her reaction, forbidding herself to let her thoughts wander into forbidden territory. As she’d learned, her judgment where men were concerned left a great deal to be desired.

“Let me interrupt a moment.” Manning jumped to his feet. “Julia, meet Lucas Buchanan, our executive vice president. He’s been in another meeting until now.”

“I’m pleased you could join us, Mr. Buchanan.” Julia pasted on her professional smile and hoped her voice sounded firmer to the others than it did to her.

Lucas Buchanan nodded at her. “Luke, please. Sorry to be late. Please don’t let me interrupt.”

She struggled to pick up the threads of what she’d been saying, her brain suddenly addled, and her hands unsteady. It took every ounce of personal discipline to keep focused on her presentation.


Excerpt #2Finding Julia


“Let’s hope,” he muttered. “All right. Be sure to let me know how things are. I’ll be worried about you. Here. Give me your cell phone.”

She pulled it out of her purse and handed it to him. He punched some numbers and gave it back to her.

“There. My private number’s in there. I’m speed dial number one. I’ll have my phone on all the time. Call me whenever.”

“Oh, Luke.” Her voice broke and she dug deep to get control of herself. “Why couldn’t we have met fifteen years ago?”

“I don’t think we would have been ready for each other then.” He kissed her one last time, then enfolded her in his arms. “Just remember. No matter what happens in your life, you will always be mine.”

“Yes, I will.” She was fighting tears and clinging to him as if she’d never let him go before taking a step back. “Goodbye, Luke.” And then she couldn’t help herself. “I love you.” She yanked up the handle of her suitcase and nearly ran into the terminal, dragging the luggage behind her.

Julia went through check-in and security as if in a fog. She bought herself another cup of tea and sat in the waiting area, sipping at the hot liquid, hoping it would ease the sudden chill invading her. The man sitting next to her was kind enough to nudge her when the call for boarding came. She entered the plane and took her seat like a robot, buckled in and leaned her head back.

Images flashed through her mind: she and Luke dancing, bodies moving slowly to the music, their first night together, the wonder of exploring each other’s bodies, the night in the cabin, warmed by the flames of the fire, their kiss at the airport, more poignant than sensual.

What a mess. The damn divorce papers still unsigned and now she had no idea when or how they would be. Luke had said he would wait but for how long? And how would the twins handle this? Their relationship with their father left a lot to be desired yet surely this would affect them emotionally. Her life was slowly being flushed down the toilet and she was left with a very inadequate plunger. Tears begin to trickle from the corners of her eyes, and her stomach knotted.

“Excuse me.” The flight attendant was leaning towards her, over the empty seat next to her. “Forgive me for asking but is something wrong?”

“No.” Julia sniffled, then tried on a smile. “Just fighting a cold is all.”

“Can I get you anything?” The attendant was obviously concerned.

“Some hot tea would be nice, if you could. And thank you.” Maybe she could drown herself in an ocean of the stuff.

“Tea it is. Coming right up.”

She realized as she sipped the hot liquid, she would now always associate it with Luke. She hoped she would still be able to drink it without crying. The tea seemed to settle her still-jumbled stomach enough so she could relax a little, but it did nothing to rid her of the feeling of despair creeping over her.







Rebekah Ganiere
Saturday, October 18th, 2014
Enter the Danger Zone!
Tuesday, October 14th, 2014

Demolishing the enemy, then blowing up the bedroom…they’re the commanding alpha heroes we all love best, and nine of your favorite romance authors have brand-new stories featuring them. This very special box set is available for a limited time only, with all profits donated to Hope For The Warriors. Novellas in this limited edition set include:

A MAJOR CONNECTION by NYT Bestselling Author MARIE HARTE: All’s fair in love & discipline… When their roles are reversed, this time it’s the major taking orders from a tough Marine with no problem giving her what he knows she needs. A firm hand is only the beginning…

THE STRONG, SILENT TYPE (An East Coast 8 Prequel) by ELLE KENNEDY: Resistance is futile… One look at sinfully sexy Shane Heron, and Jill Marshall is determined to coax the intense SEAL out of his shell—by any seductive means necessary. Danger Zone

From NYT Bestselling Author ELIZA GAYLE: Houston Reed returns home from serving his country with no intention of rejoining the motorcycle club that is his legacy. But a random encounter with a beautiful woman changes everything and he’s thrown back into the life he never wanted but must now accept.

MISSION CONTROL by DESIREE HOLT: Krista (Kris) Gauthier and Mason Rowell are like oil and water from the moment they meet. He never expected the team from Mission Control, the security agency made up of former military, to send a woman to lead the team he hired to fix his problem: find out who is helping smugglers cross his land from the border. Their antagonism is only heightened by the sexual attraction that keeps blazing out of control. Neither of them is happy about the fact they keep falling into bed together and Mason, who values his unattached existence, can’t wait for the team to be finished and Kris to be gone. But when the bad guys are identified and caught and Kris is wounded in the process, the thought of losing her nearly destroys him, and makes him take another look at their relationship.

CHAMPAGNE AND BULLETS by OLIVIA JAYMES: Almost thirteen years ago, Sebastian joined the Army and called off his society wedding to Amanda just days before the event. Now circumstances have thrown them together again and Seb wants a second chance with the woman he’s never stopped loving. But first he has to tell her the truth of why he really left.

STARR’S AWAKENING by KENNEDY LAYNE (Red Starr HRT, Prequel): From the same author who brought you the passionate adventures of the CSA Case Files comes an exciting new military romance series. “Red Starr HRT”. The story features Catori Starr, who must decide if she’s willing to set aside a years-old grief to begin a new life filled with the potential of fated dreams…or deadly peril.

EMBATTLED HEARTS by J.M. MADDEN: ‘Combat Modified’ vet John Palmer doesn’t expect he’ll ever find love, but office manager Shannon Murphy appeals to him more than any other woman ever has. When she has to deal with a vengeful stalker, he’ll be right there protecting her, proving to her he is the man she needs.

ANIMAL ATTRACTION by USA Today Bestseller ANGEL PAYNE: Opposites attract–sometimes in all the best and worst ways… A pheromones experiment gone awry means Dr. Charlotte Sinclare has just landed herself the hottest MP officer on the base–until she and Kaden Tiernan remember how much they hate each other.

HOLD THE LINE (Inked # 1) by SE JAKES: Holding on loosely has never been such a challenge… What happens when a tattoo artist and a Delta Force soldier keep a promise and take a cross-country trip together? Quinn and Con are about to finally meet and find out. Quinn thinks he’s the responsible one, but he quickly learns that he needs to loosen up if he’s got any shot of holding onto Con.


Meet Blackjack, the sexiest man alive.
Monday, October 13th, 2014

One lucky person will win a copy of Blind Ecstasy, Club Fantasy #1. Just leave a comment. 

Have you been to Club Fantasy lately? Pull up a chair and meet the newest players.

Who better to play a game of Cut the Cards than Nia “Queen of Hearts” March and Jack “Blackjack” Blackwell. It was just supposed hot be hot, inventive sex, led by the cards in the deck. But from the moment they met in the lounge of Club Fantasy, they both knew there was more in play than erotic activities. Strong emotions zapped the powerful Dom and his sought after sub, emotions neither of them were prepared to deal with. The cards they chose from the deck took them into an evening of sensual play that drove them both to unexpected heights and tightened that invisible bond wrapped around them, The evening was all that was promised and more. At the end of the night, as Blackjack brought his Queen of Hearts down from subspace, they had a big decision to make that would effect their lives going forward.


The man was taller than Tanner and more muscular. He was dressed all in black—precisely tailored slacks and a shirt she was sure was silk. His hair was an even inkier black than Tanner’s, but shorter, and layered in an obviously expensive razor cut. His hooded eyes were framed with lashes that were ridiculously thick, enough to make a woman green with envy. She wondered if there was a factory around here that turned Dom’s out this way and had to swallow a giggle or she’d embarrass herself in front of the stranger.

Her eyes dropped involuntarily to his crotch where the soft material did little to disguise an impressive bulge. Her mouth watered as she thought of closing her lips around it or lowering her body onto it. Whatever he commanded. Her arousal soaked her thong and dampened her thighs. God, she was hot for this man before they’d even exchanged two words. She knew that whatever he wanted from her, whatever boundaries he’d push, she’d agree to it. All of it.

His gaze raked over her like the sweep of a magnifying glass, taking in every detail. When he lifted his eyes to her face again and their eyes locked, a bolt of lust shot through her as if a sword had pierced her heart.

“Queen of Hearts, meet Blackjack himself.” Tanner’s voice held a touch of humor.

Blackjack? Her lips twitched as she tried to suppress a smile.

“Queen of Hearts. How appropriate.” The voice was rich and deep, a little like Tanner’s but thicker and with a Texas twang that made every nerve ending fire up. “Stand up, sub. Let me take a look at all of you.”

Oh, yes. His voice might have that Texas warmth but there was no mistaking the tone of command or the strength in his words. Nia rose on slightly shaky legs, clasped her hands in front of her, and bowed her head.

“You may keep your head raised, sub. I want to get a good look at your face.”

His eyes were like twin lasers, scorching her skin as they traveled over it. She thought a smile teased at one corner of his mouth but it was gone so quickly she thought she might have imagined it. He skimmed his gaze over her from top to bottom and back again until she felt as if her clothes had been stripped and she stood naked before him.

While she stood there, trying not to shiver beneath his scrutiny, another man strolled up, shook hands with Tanner and nodded to Blackjack, holding out his hand.

“Welcome to Club Fantasy, Blackjack. You come highly recommended from your home club.”

Blackjack chuckled. “Yes. I’ve been a member there for a long time. Thanks for the guest pass.”

“Our pleasure.” The stranger who must have worked at the club pulled a sealed deck of cards from his pocket along with a key card and handed them both to Blackjack. “Tanner explained that you requested a private room. Number three, down the hall on the left. And a fresh deck of cards.” He flicked his gaze over Nia before looking at Blackjack again. “Enjoy your evening.”

Blackjack turned to Tanner. “I’ll see you later?”

Tanner nodded. “Just text me when the Queen of Hearts is ready for her ride home.” He looked at Kelly and grinned. “We’ll be playing our own card game.”

Blackjack tapped Nia on the shoulder. “Time to go.”

With a last glance at Kelly, Nia followed the man out of the lounge area and down the hallway. She waited obediently while he inserted the key card and opened the door to the room, then followed him inside. As soon as the lock clicked on the door he turned to face her.

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Time to Rendezvous With a Duke
Sunday, October 12th, 2014


Time to RENDEZVOUS WITH A DUKE.  This full length Regency stars a Cinderella and a prince of a guy, Hugh Lattimer, Duke of Kendal.RENDEZVOUS WITH A DUKE Regency Romp 2 by Cerise DeLand-1900x2850

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Anna Fournier never intended to fall in love. Not with any man. Especially not a duke. But Hugh Lattimer persists in courting her despite the scandal that surrounds her—and the innuendo that could ruin him.

Can she escape her past and embrace a future as Hugh’s duchess? Or will the man who murdered her father ruin her future once and for all?

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Here is Hugh Lattimer, Duke of Kendal as he meets Anna for the first time.

Copyright 2014, Cerise DeLand. All rights reserved.

Hugh Lattimer closed the door of the piano shop, sighing in relief at the warmth. He’d spent the last five years freezing his bits to nubbins in every damn parlor and palace from Vienna to Paris to London and he was sick of the deprivation. Nearly three decades of war on the Continent had leveled more than the forests. It had destroyed men’s daily lives and reduced them to rats huddled together in the rubble of their existences. He had seen it firsthand on the torn battlefields, in the shambles of the towns—and in the hearts of men, women and children high-born and low.

He unbuttoned his greatcoat and looked around for the proprietor.

In the far room, he heard murmurs of a conversation and then spied the owner of the establishment. “Ah, there you are. Guten morgen. Good morning, Herr Breyer. How are you this cold day?”

“Your Grace.” The pudgy shopkeeper beamed at him and inclined his head in greeting. “I am well. And you, sir?”

“Quite well.” In the far room, someone at the keys filled the air with a melody new and refreshing.

“I am happy to see you again. May I take your coat? Have my frau make you tea?”

Nein, Herr Breyer. Danke shon. I will not stay long. But came to make my decision.” Here twice last week to examine the pianofortes, he had been torn between one of Viennese manufacture and another completed in Munich. The Viennese had been hand tooled by a man whom Hugh had come to know socially when he had been posted to the Austrian capital after Napoleon’s surrender. The Munich piano though interested him for its larger keyboard. The tune emanating from the far room had him pausing to listen. “Who is that at the keys?”

“A young lady has come to buy sheet music for her cousin. The song she plays is—“

“Pleyel?” Hugh named the popular composer and went quite still, struck by the facile ability of the pianist in the far room. The song she played was airy, ethereal, yet of quick tempo and complex.

Ja, Your Grace.”

The piece demanded someone who could be bold and attack the keys with alacrity, yet caress them when the mood changed. Hugh had not heard anyone play so well since he was stationed in Stuttgart and the Austrian composer Hummel had graced a consulate meeting with his newest composition. “Astonishing. She is quite accomplished.”

“She sight reads very well.” Breyer nodded, pleasure on his face. “The piece is new to her just now. And I must tell you that she plays the Stein pianoforte from Vienna, Your Grace.”

Hugh lifted his chin, listening to her with concentration. “Does she? How wonderful.”

The German rocked on the balls of his feet, clasping his hands before him, closing his eyes in contentment.

Hugh drifted toward the inner room. He moved quietly, drawn as he was by the melody that spoke of eloquent delight, a pastoral scene, perhaps, or a meeting of lovers. The woman at the piano was absorbed in her effort. Eyes upon the sheets, leaning forward now and then to ensure she read the notes correctly, she swayed in a tempo that spoke of her devotion to conquer the song.

Absorbed in her challenge, she did not notice him. Her bonnet, a brown leghorn of straw, capped her dark red curls, and the brim cut her side view. Unseen, Hugh could admire her at leisure. He reveled in her rapture as she opened her mouth on execution of one passage or wrinkled her brow at another. She ran her hands along the keys, strident or delicate, as the notes required. She cast up the lieder as it’s composer would have admired—with flair and panache. And at the end, she widened her eyes, and sat back on the stool, hands to her lap, sighing in satisfaction at her own accomplishment.

And Hugh applauded.

She startled, turned and snared him in her amber gaze.

That striking color, he had not expected. Hazel would have been his first assumption because it would complement the river of rich auburn that was her hair. Grey, even, to match the faint tones of pink on her cheeks or the blush on her lips. But the tawny was riveting.

“Sir?” She cast glances from him to Breyer.

The proprietor scurried forward, clapping himself. “Wunderbar, wunderbar. Permit me to introduce you.”

Hugh strode forward himself, ignoring the demands of etiquette. “Allow me to say how marvelous that was.” How gorgeous you are. How accomplished.

“Oh, I—I thank you, sir.” She managed to get to her feet, pushing back the stool and clasping her hands together. “I dabble—“

“On the contrary, you are a musician of talent.”

“She composes,” Herr Breyer said with as much pride as if she were his prodigy.

“Do you? How enchanting.” He stood over her now. She was taller than most women, the top of that terrifying hat reaching his chin. She was lovelier than most, too, her complexion flawless ivory and brightened by the warmth of the shop’s fire. Or was she flustered by his surreptitious observation of her?

Whatever the cause, he wanted her at ease.

“Forgive me for startling you.” He took her hand and stunned as she was, she let him. “I do not usually shock women.”

Those compelling eyes of hers melted to mellow tones, even as she sought to retrieve her hand from his. “That is good to know, sir.”

Hugh kept her hand in his. “I had told Herr Breyer long ago I wished to hear someone play this instrument who had the ability to draw out its full potential. I did not expect my wish to be fulfilled by accident nor to see such a lovely woman do me the honor.”

“Oh, sir, thank you. You are too kind.” She blushed, her cheeks turning a delicate rose.

The porcelain perfection of her skin suffused with a fair tint that inspired him to imagine her breasts budding, her body bare to him. He smiled at her, hopefully covering his magnetic attraction to her with some politesse. Certainly, her talent and her beauty belied her diminished means. She was a study in dramatic contrasts. And soldier, spy, peer of the realm that he was, he was rarely fascinated by a person. Hardly ever by a woman.

“I have heard many play,” he told her, “but few with such verve.” Or beauty. “And Herr Breyer tells me you have not seen the composition before you sat down here to play.”

“That’s true,” she admitted with a modesty that pleased him. Humility was not a quality many young women cultivated, though God knew, most should. She attempted again to pull back her hand.

Reluctantly, he let her go. “You must have had a good teacher.”

“I did, sir.” She clasped her hands together, her expression only briefly showing relief at her escape. “My mother was accomplished.”

“She must be very proud of you.” To play so well is such a rare quality among those in society. And most young women use it as a lure to secure a fine match. “I would be, were you my daughter.”

She looked him over so intricately that he was certain she meant to buy him and serve him on a platter for supper. “Sir, you are not old enough to have a daughter.”

“Old enough,” he corrected her with a grin. “But not capable.”

She blinked, shocked at his risqué inference.

He shook his head, grimacing but apologetic. “I am not married, you see.”

“Ah.” She inhaled, joining in on the joke. “I am certain that is a challenge to every young lady in London.”

He sent her a look of pain.

She laughed shortly, her mirth a vibrant match to the contralto of her speaking voice. Then she turned her attention on Breyer. “I must go, sir. I will buy this lieder and any two others you suggest.”

The shopkeeper took a step toward her, while Hugh warned himself not to stare at her. Not to scare her off. “Will you play them before you buy them?”

“Oh, no, thank you.” Her gaze flittered from Breyer to him.

He had flustered her.

Good. The feeling is mutual.

Breyer advanced toward her. “But your cousin needs a simple song.”

“She does.” She feigned a smile at the little German, but she returned to focus on Hugh—and her golden gaze lingered there in his. “But I trust your judgment, Herr Breyer.”

“Please,” Hugh pleaded, “do stay. It’s rarely that one can hear another play and enjoy it.”

Her face lit with a sudden glee that transformed her into a glittering beauty. “I not only agree with you, sir, I have suffered myself.”

“Have you?” He took her hand once more and she allowed him the pleasure of holding her in his care. Why have I never suffered with you? Why have I never seen you in the same salon? “Pity.”

“Yes,” she said on a breathless whisper that fell over his skin and seeped inside him like good Scots whisky. Her gaze locked on his until she roused herself and yanked away. But she put a hand to the piano, as if to steady herself. “I must go.”

She firmed her mouth. “Herr Breyer, if you please, I will buy my sheet music and leave.”

“But—but your aunt and cousin await you, do they?” Breyer asked hope in his tone.

Was the German stalling her? Hugh examined the man. Of course, he was. Perceptive of him to detect my interest.

Hugh had to learn her name. Where she—

“No. I am out today on my own. But they will expect me shortly,” she told him as he disappeared into the back storage room. “You know how they are.”

Ja, Ich weiss.”

But I don’t. “May I escort you to the tea shop across the street? It is very cold outside and—“

“Thank you, sir, but no.” She strode toward the entrance to Breyer’s back room and called to him. “How much will the music cost, sir?”

Hugh put his hand on her wrist. She was the most extraordinary creature he had met in a long time. The endless parade of women who strolled past him, whether by chance or by his mother’s plan, bored him to a raving madness. They had neither wit nor voice other than what their mamas had inculcated. The alternative, a paid companion, was not to his taste either. He’d sampled a few of those abroad and the affection endured for a fortnight or so, then turned shallow. And while he was interested in a quick relief to his manly urges now and then, the prospect of lying down in a bed with a woman he didn’t care for while standing up, did not appeal.

“Permit me to offer my carriage and to escort you home.”

Her attention drifted from his hand to his eyes. Her own gaze swam in his, and he longed to place his lips there upon her lovely lids, to allow her long red lashes to tickle his lips, to allow her perfect skin to rest beneath his mouth.

“Thank you,” she murmured, that deep voice of hers brushing his senses. “I mustn’t.”

“Why not?” He heard himself. His voice was a plea, a prayer.

Beneath his fingertips, she suffered a frisson. Worse, she looked desperate. “I should not take up with a gentleman.”

He had never frightened a woman before. Chastened, he tried to soothe her with a lopsided grin. “I doubt you take up with men who are less than that.”

She stiffened. “I take up with none at all.”






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