The birth of a favorite series-how did it happen? Get the book for just 99 cents!
Wednesday, March 6th, 2019

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Of all the books and series I have written, The Phoenix Agency seems to have resonated the most with readers. But unlike most of my series, it did not  start out to be that. In 2007 Ellora’s Cave gave birth to a new imprint, The Lotus Circle. Less heat and focused on psychic phenomenon. Based on an ancient group of women who all had special psychic abilities, it would now have spread worldwide and its members would be resources for each other. Of course, at the time, what the hell did I know about any of that? So got busy and did my research. I learned that a pre-eminent psychic ability was mental telepathy and that really appealed to me.

Of course, I would wrap it all up in a taut romantic suspense, since that has always been my first love. I just needed a plot. At the same tine I was taking the required class in Texas to renew my canceled carry license. My instructor was a man named Josh Felker, former Army Ranger and I thought, hmmmm. Lucky for me, Josh was willing to give enormously of his time and answer many questions for me about how the Rangers and other Special Ops forces work and gave me plenty of material to use in my book.

A song I was familiar with popped into my head, titled If I Needed You, is a song written by Townes Van Zandt and performed on his 1972 album The Late Great Townes Van Zandt. It was covered 9 years later by American country music artists Emmylou Harris and Don Williams as a duet, and was released in September 1981 as the first single from Harris’ album Cimarron. The song reached #3 on the Billboard Hot Country Singleschart[1] and #1 on the RPM Country Tracks chart in Canada.[2] The song was written about Townes’s business partner and producers wife Anne Mittendorf Eggers.

The first line stuck in my mind: “If I needed you, would you come to me.” But why would I need you and how would I tell you? Well mental telepathy of course.And why could you not just call me?What if my hero was a Delta force team leader, captured. h terrorists and the only way he cold get a message out was via mental telepathy to a woman he’d loved for a long time.

This was also when Blackwater, the private security company that had many government contracts, was receiving the most press. So what if I created an agency like that only a lot smaller. Just four men, all from different Special Ops, a high risk, international security company, for all intents and purposes. They didn’t advertise. They had no website. Contracts were by referral only and all a person as given was an unlisted number for a phone where you had to leave a message? So I created a former Force Recon Marine, former SEAL, former Air Force pilot who’d flown with the RAF and a former Delta Force team member. And the details and particulars evolved from the ma h hours Josh Felker answered me question s.

Their name was Phoenix—men who had risen from the ashes of war to continue to fight for right and justice on all fronts.

I loved writing that book so much, and apparently so did my readers, because they begged me for books about each of the men. I hated it when The Lotus Circle closed but fortunately EC wanted to keep the books alive, just a little hotter. So I changed the titles and heated tings up and the rest as they say, is history/ Every partner in the Agency is modeled after scene I have met and researched. Every heroine has a particular psychic ability that saves the day.

Doing the research has been so much fun and continues to engage me. After a two yea hiatus, this spring I will release the seventh book in the series. This hero is nor former military but plasma key role with phoenix—he is their attorney and represents them when they need it, such as in Rick Latrobe’s book, Scent of Danger.


The Phoenix Agency became a Kindle World a few years ago so many other authors have built on it. I hope you will check out all the books. The series has now been re-released by Kindle Press.



5 Tips for a Romantic Valentine’s Day
Thursday, February 14th, 2019

5 Tips for a Romantic Valentine’s Day

As the world’s oldest erotic romance author who has penned almost 250 stories, I think I’m qualified to offer advice on love, romance and getting your groove on. Since Valentine’s Day is for lovers, here are five tips to insure a romantic celebration.


  1. The heroines in all of my books are strong, independent women. They don’t wait for a man to come along and make life wonderful (although that is the point of a romance HEA, right?). Don’t wait for someone to make your day special – indulge yourself or be the one to plan the evening’s activities.


  1. Valentine’s Day is for lovers…of all kinds. This includes book lovers. Nothing says romantic like curling up with your TBR stack. If you need a tall, dark and swoon-worthy hero, check out my new release, Advance to the Rear.


  1. Sometimes the simplest gestures are the most romantic. No time or money for a fancy box of chocolates or dinner out? No worries! What task does your partner detest? Do it for them? Has life been crazy-busy with no time to connect? Carve out an hour of uninterrupted time to focus on each other. Hate the thought of spending $5.99 on a Hallmark card? Write a short note on pretty stationary about what you love and appreciate most about your partner.


  1. Just say it! Make a list of the important people in your life—parents, children, friends, partner—and follow Stevie Wonder’s advice and tell them: “I just called to say I love you.” Sure, they know you care, but it’s always nice to hear it!


  1. Get naked. Sex is good for your heart, soul and relationship. It reduces stress, improves sleep, makes the brain sharper and enhances the emotional bond between partners. Since it’s Valentine’s Day, add whipped cream and a cherry!


Happy Hearts & Flowers!


99 cents for one week only. Grab them!
Friday, January 11th, 2019

I am so excited.  Kindle Press has The Phoenix Agency Book #5 Feel the Heat and #6 Formula for Danger ON SALE for just 99 cents but only for one week. That’s right, so grab them quick.


This post will run for a week Leave a comment. someone will win an digital copy of the Phoenix Agency book of their choice, Books 1-4.

The Phoenix Agency

They served their country in every branch of the military – Army Delta Force, SEALs, Air Force, Marines. We are pilots, snipers, medics – whatever the job calls for. And now as private citizens they serve in other capacities, as private contractors training security for defense contractors, as black ops eradicating drug dealers, as trained operatives ferreting out traitors. With the women in their lives who each have a unique psychic ability, they are a force to be reckoned with.

Mark Halloran, DanRomeo, Rick Latrobe, Troy Aresenault, ColeMarti .

Risen from the ashes of war, they continue to fight the battle on all fronts. They are Phoenix.

Feel the Heat:

Summer Cahill lives as quietly as she can, protecting her ability as a psychic healer. But danger brings former SEAL and Phoenix partner Troy Arsenault into her life—along with scorching nights and intense emotions. Resisting him isn’t even a question, in or out of the bedroom. He protects her from the evil stalking her even as he takes her beyond the physical boundaries of anything she’s ever experienced. When Summer is kidnapped, Troy’s world is turned upside down and he employs all the resources of The Phoenix Agency to rescue her. He won’t rest until she’s back safely in his life—and in his bed— for the rest of their lives.





Formula For Danger

Running back to Texas after an emotional disaster in San Francisco, J. L. Mitchell, microbiologist, is throwing herself into the development of a new, drought-resistant grain. Little did she expect to reconnect with Cole Martin, who rings al her bells, or to discover that her formula was at risk of being highjacked. As her work progresses, so does her relationship with Cole. When she is kidnapped, he brings all the recourse of The Phoenix Agency, where he has just become a partner, into play, hoping they will be in time.

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Do you love my former SEAL in Guarding Jenna?
Friday, December 14th, 2018

Scot Nolan isn’t the only SEAL/former SEAL I have written about. He’s just the latest, and was created in honor of my friend, former SEAL (and bestselling author) Jack Carr. Here are a few more sexy SEALs who might tickle your fancy. Leave a comment telling me which one you like the most. Winner gets a copy of the book plus a Desiree Holt pen, magnetic clip and sticky note pad.


A wild weekend in Key West with Team Arapaho is just what Navy SEAL Miguel “Coyote” Cruz needs after a tough mission. Cold beer and hot women. The last thing he expects is to meet a woman who singes his body with the slighted touch and stokes the fire in his guarded heart. Too bad she’s determined not to fall for a military man.




Summer Cahill lives as quietly as she can, protecting her ability as a psychic healer. But danger brings former SEAL and Phoenix partner Troy Arsenault into her life—along with scorching nights and intense emotions. Resisting him isn’t even a question, in or out of the bedroom. He protects her from the evil stalking her even as he takes her beyond the physical boundaries of anything she’s ever experienced. When Summer is kidnapped, Troy’s world is turned upside down and he employs all the resources of The Phoenix Agency to rescue her. He won’t rest until she’s back safely in his life—and in his bed— for the rest of their lives.







Something is wrong in Alix Bonner’s marriage. Maybe in her life. How can she pick two losers in a row? But her husband’s lack of attention is nothing compared to the shocking graphic she sees on their television screen when she arrives home unexpectedly. Now she has to get away before he knows she’s seen it…and erases her.

Charlie Zalman—otherwise known as Charlie Zero or Zero—is heading home after a long assignment for Brotherhood Protectors. All he wants is a hot shower, a cold beer and a soft bed. He’s still nursing the damage to his arm that got him his medical discharge from the SEALs and chased away the woman he thought loved him. No more women, at least for more than one night. Until he finds Alix Bonner stranded on the highway and frightened out of her mind.

Lee Bonner has built an empire on corrupt business but now it seems to be closing in on him. Someone has snitched to the feds and his wife has seen information never meant for her eyes. She can tighten that noose around her neck if he doesn’t find her.
But he doesn’t know about Brotherhood Protectors, trained former military led by Hank Patterson, who will do anything to save their own. In less than twenty-four hours everyone’s life will change.


Revenge. Greed. Murder. And an insatiable passion…
Saturday, December 8th, 2018

Revenge. Greed. Murder. And an insatiable passion…

When a drunk driver ends the life of her sister and her unborn child, Silk O’Connor resolves to take justice into her own hands.

Jake Marshall is a decorated soldier on leave, filling in for a friend at Sterling Security—and protecting the very man who used his car as a weapon and murdered Silk’s only family.

The two clash when Jake finds Silk preparing to mete out her own frontier-style brand of justice from the courthouse roof…and the adrenaline-fueled high-stakes world it ensnares the pair in will test them to their absolute limit.

It’s a fight for survival as they’re forced to team up to dispense justice on an international scale when thrust into the evil world of sex trafficking. With time running out for Silk and Jake, it just might be a fight to the death!

Dear Reader,

January Bain is an extraordinary author who has great talent in capturing the story and creating memorable characters. Romantic suspense is not easy to write. You must create characters who are vibrant and electric, make sure neither the romance nor the suspense overshadow each other, and craft a story that keeps the reader on edge from beginning to end. January Bain has done just that with RACING PERIL. It is one of my personal favorites and I know it will be one of yours, too. Thank you, January, for writing such an excellent story. This is a real treat for readers. I hope there are more like this to follow.

Desiree Holt

USA Today and Amazon bestselling author


From the editor, Rebecca Fairfax: “I love the unique ‘Januaryness’ January Bain brings to her writing. It’s a blend of her immense imagination, her fully rounded characters, her well-researched stories, the fast pace she tells them at and it’s all wrapped up in her love for what she does and sprinkled right through with her Canadianism. You can’t go wrong with one of her books, whether it’s the fun, sexy romps of her Brass Ringers series or the high-octane blast of this romantic suspense series. Just read Racing Peril and you’ll be rushing for book two, Racing the Tide!”


The seconds ticked by while Silk O’Connor peered through the scope of the .300 Winchester Magnum. It wasn’t her usual choice of weapon. She preferred something a little more up close and personal in her job as a PI.


“Justice for Ashley!”

It was time. The news conference was starting. She shifted from her prone position and stretched out farther on her stomach, moving her body slightly forward.

She’d held the stance for the past hour with the rifle braced on bipod legs, situated 860 yards from the Los Angeles Superior Court, Stanley Mosk Courthouse Grant Street entrance with its distinctive terra cotta figures. They had been designed to represent the Foundations of the Law, the Magna Carta, English Common Law, and the Declaration of Independence, but today the classically robed men of honor standing so nobly for justice might just might want to crawl down off that façade if they knew how it had been bought and paid for in the courthouse beneath their feet. By an uber-corrupt rich man.

The people screaming from the sidewalk as the asshole was hustled out of the entrance were right. The shit-bag was scum. He was evil incarnate, hiding his murdering proclivities for partying and driving drunk under a handsome mug that made her want to puke. She spat out her now tasteless gum onto the flat tarred roof softened by the harsh L.A. sunshine, the air percolating with the oily fumes.

She squinted through the scope. Her vantage point, reconnoitered weeks ago, gave an unobstructed view of the press conference. She was primed to catch the exact right split second. Her stomach grumbled, reminding her she’d neglected to eat that day. Later. Do the job first.But even her well-trained mind could not help reliving the crime that had led to this exact juncture. The images stalked her, day and night, the ghosts demanding justice for their murder at the hands of a psychopath who had no qualms taking chances with another person’s life, driving drunk one time too many.

The call had come about ten in the morning from her contact at the LAPD. She had raced to the scene of the two-vehicle crash only a few blocks away from the house in North Hollywood she’d been living in with her sister—her only living relative. They had been living together since college days, offering each other support over losing their parents and then their beloved brother Jackson. He had paid the ultimate price of war six months earlier while gaining one more medal for his broad chest during his second, and final, tour of duty in Iraq.

Violent images tore into her, pointed shards scraping her soul threadbare. The crunch of the hydraulic jaws of life, the firemen struggling, grunting and groaning, to extract her blood-covered sister. She died reaching out to touch her arm, murmuring,I’m sorry, Silk, I have to leave you now.Take care of my baby. Her bloody white hand pressed to her pregnant belly. The white face of the other driver as he staggered under the influence and collapsed on the ground whimpering that he was sorry.

Too little. Too late.

She pushed the harsh images aside and took careful aim through the scope. Perfect conditions. Not a trace of wind and the air quality was fairly decent today. One of the lawyers stepped up to the podium. He adjusted the microphone. Her finger froze in place on the trigger, waited. Time to correct a wrong. Scumbag was not going to get away with murder. Not while she was alive to mete out fair justice. Even if she paid the ultimate price of her own life. She had none left, anyway.

“Ladies and gentlemen. I want to thank—”

The outside world silenced. Firing a rifle over such a long distance was a confluence of many things: chemistry, mechanical engineering, optics, geophysics and meteorology—all taught to her by an excellent marksman, a former Marine sniper who also happened to be her own brother. She knew the exact distance she needed to aim above the target to allow for the curvature of the Earth and the pull of gravity to put the bullet exactly where she wanted it to go. This rare day of the air being calm would help. She’d watched the leaves at the courthouse and nothing moved. She aimed the muzzle ten feet above the target to assist nature in curving the bullet downward to find its loathsome target.

Now only ancient biology stood in the way. She slowed her heart rate, breathed in and out, waiting between heartbeats. The roaring in her ears ceased as her brain calmed. The vibration of her physical body lessened.

Ashley—this is for you.

Her forefinger squeezed gently on the trigger. She breathed out. One heartbeat. Another heartbeat. A third heartbeat. She fired.

The gun recoiled, but not before she was slammed to the ground, the bullet flying off target and going harmlessly up into the empty sky, spinning outward at nineteen hundred miles an hour, its hand-polished copper jacket flying straight and true to the exact wrong spot. The heavy sound of the shot cracked and echoed off the buildings almost a full second later. She accepted the instant repercussion in her shoulder from the stock of the rifle as a heavy body landed right on top of her, driving all the air from her lungs. The odor of sulfur instantly filled her airways as she gasped for breath, the gun hot from the recoil burning her hands.


“You can’t go wrong with any book by January Bain. Her characters leap off the page, fully formed, and lodge in your imagination well after you finish reading.”

Liz Crowe, Best selling & award-winning author

From Sierra Brave, Popular Amazon Romance Author: January Bain is an amazing writer who knows how to weave a tale of mystery, suspense and romance into a compelling read. The characters in Racing the Tide are walk-off-the-page real, and the sexual tension is raw and powerful.

Author’s Note: I hope you give this book a try! It was a wild journey to write Silk’s and Jake’s story, and it was written with you in mind. Thank you so much for reading. 😊


January Bain has wished on every falling star, every blown-out birthday candle, and every coin thrown in a fountain to be a storyteller. To share the tales of high adventure, mysteries, and full blown thrillers she has dreamed of all her life. The story you now have in your hands is the compilation of a lot of things manifesting itself for this special series. Hundreds of hours spent researching the unusual and the mundane have come together to create books that features strong women who live life to the fullest, wild adventures full of twists and unforeseen turns, and hot complicated men who aren’t afraid to take risks. She can only hope her stories will capture your imagination.

Where to find January

If you are looking for January Bain, you can find her hard at work every morning without fail in her office with two furry babies trying to prove who does a better job of guarding the doorway. And, of course, she’s married to the most romantic man! Who once famously remarked to her inquiry about buying fresh flowers for their home every week, “Give me one good reason why not?” Leaving her speechless and knocking her head against the proverbial wall for being so darn foolish. She loves flowers.


If you wish to connect in the virtual world she is easily found on Facebook, twitter and writes a weekly blog about her journey on Blogger. Oh, and she loves to talk books…

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