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.







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.


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.


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?


“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.

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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 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.


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.”


Day #2-Countdown to 8 Days of Christmas-and a prize!
Saturday, December 17th, 2016

Today’s treat is Soul Dream

Two damaged souls who found happiness first in their dreams and then in each other

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Books and More owner, Nina Foster doesn’t believe in love anymore. Twice, men have crushed her heart. Now, she’s resigned herself to making hot chocolate and baking cookies for the customers who enter her store. She won’t risk her heart again.

Blake Massie hides away from the world, nursing his scars. He sees himself as a monster that no one could ever love. A self-imposed recluse, he won’t allow himself to open up, afraid of being burned like his fire-ravaged skin.

Unable to reach out in person, the pair communicates via the Internet and hot, erotic fantasies. Night after night, they explore their growing passion with only a blindfold to protect their secrets. As Christmas approaches, Blake must share his pain if he is to ease hers, but doing so could drive her away forever. Can they take a chance and follow their deepest soul dreams, or will their fragile hearts continue to hide from the world and one another



Before she realized it, he tilted her to face him, one arm around her, the other hand cupping her chin. He pressed his lips against hers, a butterfly touch, so feather light it was barely there. She didn’t pull away, and the pressure increased. And when her arms came up to wrap around him, he traced the seam of her lips with his tongue.

He kissed one corner of her mouth then the other before murmuring, “Let me in. Please.”

It was the dream all over again, except this time she could actually taste him, and he was delicious. She opened her mouth to let his tongue sweep inside, and she offered him her own. It wasn’t the most passionate kiss she’d ever had or the most aggressive, but it certainly was the most possessive. As if he was somehow claiming ownership. And she had no desire to push him away.

She threaded her fingers through his hair, as smooth to the touch as his beard, and held his head to hers while he gently plundered her mouth. His tongue lit fires every place he touched, the heat flowing down through her body and making her muscles clench with desire. This was at once the most erotic and the most emotional kiss she’d ever shared, and she never wanted it to stop. It was only lack of oxygen that made them break the contact at last. She didn’t try to move away, hoping he’d take it as a sign not to let go. They sat there for a long moment, arms wrapped around each other, her head against his shoulder.

“I dreamed about kissing you like this.”

The words were whispered so faintly at first Nina wasn’t sure she heard correctly. “You did?”

“Uh huh. A lot.” He gently nipped her ear lobe. “About tasting you, inhaling your scent. Touching you everywhere. Do you dream that way?”

She squeezed her thighs together against the sudden hunger beating through her, her voice unsteady when she answered him. “Yes. Yes, I do.” She stroked his beard again. “Blake? Won’t you please take off the blindfold so I can see you?”

His muscles tightened for a moment then relaxed. “No. I can’t. Not yet. Please don’t ask me.” His laugh was forced. “Let’s keep this a fantasy for the time being, okay?”

“All right.” His words sounded so desperate, how could she say no?



Merry Christmas a little early! Time to Bang the Drummer!
Friday, December 16th, 2016

I’m doing my 8 days of Christmas because I didn’t get started in time to do twelve. What can I say. That’s the story of my life lately!

Every day I will feature a different book on my blog. Check it out and leave me a comment.

Each day I will pick a winner for a $10 Gift Certificate. And of course I would love it if you bought the book, too!


Today’s feature is Bang the Drummer, part of last year’s Twelve Days of Christmas from The Wild Rose Press.

Spicy version of 12 drummers drumming!

A Recommended Read from All Romance eBooks


Jill Kennedy has plans for a Christmas wedding. She’s put down deposits for the flowers, photos, and venue. Now all she needs is a groom. A drummer who’ll keep her life as steady as he keeps the beat to his music. With her good friend Charlie Costello as her wingman, she’ll interview percussionists, one per month until she finds the right tempo. But with Christmas approaching and no groom in sight, she’s starting to wonder if she’ll ever bang the drummer of her dreams.



Jill Kennedy curled up on her couch studying her iPad, frowning. Her Christmas tree still twinkled in the corner although the holiday was long past. Coldplay’s latest CD bumped its tunes out from her iPod docking station. The last of her Christmas candles flicked in glass holders on the coffee table, filling the room with the scent of pine and cranberry. She should be feeling mellow, but instead her nerves were jumping and a headache was creeping slowly up from the nape of her neck.

Charlie Costello lounged next to her, sock feet resting on her coffee table, his hands tapping a steady rhythm on his thighs in time to the song.

Jill tucked a strand of her shoulder-length sable-colored hair behind her ear as she studied the information on the iPad screen.

“I think I’ve got everything taken care of. Booked the Creekside Winery. Ordered the decorations. Set up a tasting for the food and Stella’s designing the wedding cake.” She glanced up at Charlie. “Why are you looking at me in that strange way?”

He gave her his familiar lop-sided grin. “You are the only woman I know who plans and pays for her wedding without knowing who the groom is.”

She flipped a hand at him. “I’ll have one by then. It’s in the plan. You know.”

He threw back his head and laughed. “Yeah, I love your interview process. You aren’t even dating anyone right now.”

“Because look how poor my choices were in that arena, right?”

He snorted. “So this is better? Tell me how?”

Jill pulled up another memo on her iPad. “Okay. I have a list.”

“A list? This I gotta hear. Lay it on me.”

If she didn’t need his help so badly, she would have smacked him. “It’s very specific. I asked around about different drummers in different bands and narrowed it down to the twelve most likely prospects. You know. Twelve drummers drumming, for Christmas.”

“Like a grocery list,” he teased.

“No, Charlie.” Damn him! “Like an interview process for a job.”

“Is that what this is, kitten? A job?”

“It’s a lifetime commitment,” she sniffed. She wished he’d just let her get on with this. All these questions were making her have tiny doubts about the wisdom of her decision. She gave herself a mental shake. “I’ll do one a month until I hit on the right one. The exact right one. First I check out their musical talent and their band history.”

Charlie gave a roar of laughter. “Because that’s such a requirement for stability?”

“Because it has to be a drummer so I need his performance history,” she snapped.

“Maybe it’s a different kind of performance you should be worrying about.”

“That comes later. After the phone calls and the coffee dates to see how he is in person and match our likes and dislikes.”

“Coffee dates?” He cocked an eyebrow. “Not even a romantic dinner?”

She wanted to sling the iPad at him. “I’ve been that route, remember? The whole nine yards, and what did I get? A bunch of losers. No, I’m doing this like a project for work. As a systems analyst, she knew the importance of things being able to mesh on a practical basis. ”

So you’re going to interview these bozos and then—what?”

Drummers,” she told him. “Interviewing drummers.”

He cocked his head. “And that’s why?”

“I told you.” She blew out a breath of exasperation. “Drummers have the best beat. The best tempo. They’re the heart of the band.” She grinned. “And have the best rhythm in bed.”