New Brotherhood Protectors titles today…and a little secret!
Thursday, April 5th, 2018

Today is the day that a whole slew of new titles releases in Elle James’ Brotherhood Protectors. Who are these men? Former Special Forces from every branch of the military who continue to protect people long after their services has ended. Heroes you fall in love with, and heroines you want to change places with. And here is a little secret: my hero in HIDDEN DANGER is modeled after a real person.

When my friend’s husband chatted with me more than a year ago at a book signing, I looked at him and thought, man! He would make a great hero—gorgeous, sexy, and with that dark, dangerous look women love. It took a while to get the right plot but today, in HIDDEN DANGER. meet Charlie Zero, modeled after the real life Charlie Z. I had such a great time writing about him.

One click the book and find out for yourself how sexy Charlie Zero is.

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Someone will win a copy of RAW EDGE OF DANGER, Book #1 in my Omega Team Kindle  World Series


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 he 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.

And here are the links to ALL of today’s releases:

Heather Long – Wrangling Wanda:
Paige Yancey – Hot Colorado Nights:
Ilsa J. Bick – Soldier’s Heart Part Three:
Delilah Devlin – Reaper’s Ride:
Regan Black – Lost Signal:
Aliyah Burke – Spring Rain:
Silver James– Montana Moon:
Author Kat Mizera – Catching Lana:
Desiree Holt – Hidden Danger:
Jesse Jacobson – Rainhorse:
Kris Norris – Carved in Ice:
Christine Glover -Falling for her Temporary Bodyguard:
Beth Williamson -SAWYER:
Jen Talty– Rough Justice:
Mary Winter – Roped & Rescued:
Margaret Madigan – Broken SEAL:
Layla Chase – Ranger Loyalty:

Who likes sweaty construction workers?
Tuesday, March 27th, 2018

Tell my if you do and why

Winner gets a free digital copy of my romantic suspense COLLISION COURSE


ERECTOR SET is a series about three brothers in the construction business: the business manager, the architect and the construction manager. But whatever their job, they get down and dirty when it counts.


She was the one he didn’t want to run from—but she ran first.

Alex McMann is the financial brains behind the ride to stardom of McMann Brothers Development. He and his brothers, Josh and Tyler, cut a wide swathe in commercial development. The only place he can’t seem to get satisfaction is in the bedroom.

Enter Olivia, sharp, smart and sexy, who challenges him in and out of the bedroom and turns his life upside down. For the first time, he’s the one chasing the relationship and she’s the one walking away. Alex will need a miracle to convince her to take a chance on him—permanently.



As he seated himself in the plush chair in front of her desk he wondered if she wore that look like a mask, sort of a defense against the world that saw her as either a hard-ass bitch or a pushover. Or maybe coming across as a playful imp disarmed the people she discussed finances with. Well, forewarned was forearmed.

If he just didn’t feel that emotional tug that had blindsided him, the last thing he’d expected.

He crossed his legs, resting one ankle on the opposite knee, unbuttoned his jacket and leaned back in his chair. Most of the time he was the soul of propriety in these meetings, but Livy D’Angelo broke the mold for CFOs and he needed to be one step ahead of her. So he let his gaze roam over what he could see of her above the desk, stopping at full breasts caressed by the silk of her blouse, then traveling upward at the same pace, taking in the slender neck, the trim shoulders, the rich auburn hair framing an oval face with eyes the color of emeralds. Dark lashes cast shadows on creamy skin. The light scent of her perfume floated past his nostrils and he had to stop himself from taking a deep breath.

Hold it, asshole. This is a business meeting. And what adult man falls in love in five minutes? We just met, for crying out loud. She’ll think I’m a nut.

But just as he gave himself a mental kick in the ass, he noticed that Livy was giving him the same kind of slow assessment. Her eyes took in his body the same way he’d looked at hers. A hint of humor tugged at the corners of her mouth before something else flashed in her eyes, something brief that disappeared as fast as it came He realized with a shock that she was affected, too, and doing her best to cover it with humor.

Holy shit!

Want to win a signed print copy of Without Warning?
Friday, March 23rd, 2018

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This is the book the RT Book Reviews called “a fast-paced page-turner that makes for a quick and entertaining read.” 4 Stars and readers are calling “a wonderfully crafted story full of edge-of-your-seat suspense, spine tingling danger, heartfelt drama and sexy romance .”

When you don’t know how the story will end . . .

After years of hard work honing his craft, Blake Edwards is now an international bestselling author. But one thing he never imagined was that his fictional world would become all too real. When a stalker turns Blake’s latest book tour into a treacherous and nearly deadly trap, it’s time for Blake to hire protection. But the body assigned to keep an eye on him is someone he never wants out of his sight . . . 

As a bodyguard for Vigilance, the private security agency in Blake’s hometown of Arrowhead Bay, Samantha Quenel has found the perfect outlet for her military experience. But her latest client is also a former high school flame, which might explain her willingness to protect Blake at all costs—even if that means staying in the same room with him, on the same bed, under the same torrid sheets . . .
Exclusive blog excerpt:

As he reached his station another woman came forward, hand extended.

“Margaret Breakstone. I’m the manager and have to tell you how delighted we are to have you. I hope you don’t get writer’s cramp, because when you’re done we have a ton of presolds for you to sign.”

“Great. My publisher will be pleased.”

She laughed. “Oh, I’d say they’re already pretty happy with you.”

He placed his messenger bag against the wall behind him, pulled out the chair, and sat down. When he took another look around he thought it was a good thing he didn’t get claustrophobia. People were jammed together so tightly they were a solid wall behind the ropes and stanchions.

“This is…amazing.” He looked back at Margaret. “They don’t bite, do they?”

She laughed. “We haven’t had that happen yet, although I suppose there’s always a first time. Your publisher was quick to let us know you still hadn’t gotten used to your celebrity. It’s nice to meet someone who isn’t way over the top.”

“Thank you. I think.”

She waved a hand at the table. “The confirming email told us to be sure and have bottled water for you, and a supply of the pens you like to use. Jocelyn will be your guardian. If you need anything else, just let her know.”

“Thank you again.”

He picked up a pen and got ready to greet the first person in line. After that there was no time for conversation except with the people waiting so patiently. He lost track of time, as the readers kept on coming. Each one had a smile and a compliment and he tried to think of something special to say to each of them. And then, finally, he was done. He looked around and saw most of the crowd had cleared out. A few souls were still browsing but the mob had dispersed.

“You’re a hardy soul, Mr. Morgan.” Jocelyn smiled at him as he leaned back in his chair and stretched. “Thank you again for this.”

“No, thank you. For having me.” He wound his fingers together and cracked his knuckles.

“You have to stop doing that, Blake. It drives people crazy.”

He could hear Annemarie’s chiding voice in his ear. In the past few weeks he’d come to realize exactly how much of his life she was involved in, and how much he’d come to depend on her. Another item high on his list during the break was finding her replacement. He hoped to hell there was someone out there as good as she was.

“Mr. Morgan?” Margaret Breakstone’s voice interrupted his mental wanderings.

“Yes.” He dug out his professional smile. “Presolds, right?”

“Before that a reporter is here and would like an interview for the newspaper. He said his photographer got some great shots with you and the crowd.”

“Oh, sure. Of course.”

“We have a conversation area set aside for it,” Margaret told him. “Come on.”

He rose from the chair, turned to pick up the messenger bag…and froze. On the flap of the bag someone had affixed a sticky note.

I know what you did.

What the hell?

Without Warning




Saturday, March 10th, 2018

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Without Warning Vigilance #2

Releases March 20

Now up for preorder

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After years of hard work honing his craft, Blake Edwards is now an international bestselling author. But one thing he never imagined was that his fictional world would become all too real. When a stalker turns Blake’s latest book tour into a treacherous and nearly deadly trap, it’s time for Blake to hire protection. But the body assigned to keep an eye on him is someone he never wants out of his sight . . . 

As a bodyguard for Vigilance, the private security agency in Blake’s hometown of Arrowhead Bay, Samantha Quenel has found the perfect outlet for her military experience. But her latest client is also a former high school flame, which might explain her willingness to protect Blake at all costs—even if that means staying in the same room with him, on the same bed, under the same torrid sheets . . .





I know what you did.

Blake Morgan stared at the piece of paper in his hand, pulse accelerating, a tiny finger of ice slithering down his spine. Again. Someone had left it again. A message with the same words.


He looked around to see if he could spot whoever this was, the familiar fear gripping him, his stomach knotting. But he knew he’d see nothing. He never did. Whoever this was moved like a ghost, silent and unseen, leaving his taunting messages. If he wanted to keep Blake on edge, he was doing a damn good job of it. In a fit of anger, Blake crumpled the paper and stuck it in the drink holder of the car. He wasn’t going to let some unknown asshole frighten him. He’d faced worse than this.

He’d found the damn stupid note stuck under his windshield wiper when he went to get his car from the hotel parking garage. Anyone could have done it. Who paid attention to cars in a parking garage, anyway? And why would they? But Jesus. How the hell had someone known which car was his? It was a rental, for crap’s sake.

Wait! Were those footsteps? Was someone running toward him? Away from him? A car door slammed somewhere and an engine turned over. He looked around, wondering if he’d see someone hiding in the shadows, every nerve on high alert.

Okay, get your shit together. You aren’t a character in one of your books.

Anyway, whoever was doing this wouldn’t be quite so obvious. He—or she—would be careful and silent. He closed his eyes, drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Calm, he told himself. People were waiting for him. His readers. He couldn’t freak out on them.

Crap. Double crap.

Who in the fucking hell was doing this? Who could he have pissed off so much they’d do something like this? A reader he’d offended? Reviewer? Blogger? Not anyone he’d been dating, for sure. He was so busy these days that dates weren’t even on the horizon.

So really. These messages. What the fuck?

He’d blown off the first note as a prank, a harmless joke, although he didn’t think it was very funny. Or maybe even a case of mistaken identity.

Just the one sentence on a plain sheet of paper, typed on someone’s computer.

I know what you did.

He had no idea who it was from. There was no signature, no return address. The postmark was Boston, but he was pretty sure none of the people he knew in that city would be sending him a message like this. He had a lot of readers from that area, but he never gave out his address or phone number. And nothing had been coming in to his public email.

So how the fuck did whoever this was know where he was staying?

Maybe they’d followed him to the hotel, a thought that brought another attack of the creeping chills.

I know what you did.

His agent had made light of it. “The price of fame,” Henry had joked. “It brings the weirdos out of the woodwork. This is your third best seller so you’ve got a lot more eyes focused on you. You’ve had nutty stuff like this happen before. Okay, maybe not quite like this. But eventually, when you don’t make a big deal about it in the media, they give up and move on to someone else. Whoever this is will get tired of the game and disappear.”

But that hadn’t happened. The notes kept coming, showing up in different cities wherever he was signing. Different hotels and venues. Someone was tracking his tour. Not just the cities but also the facilities—bookstores, event centers, wherever.

The police weren’t much help. They were courteous, but the events all happened in different cities, so nobody really had jurisdiction. And, as one overly polite detective told him, he didn’t think this was a case for the FBI.

I know what you did.




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Sunday, March 4th, 2018

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Giving away one signed copy of Bk #1, The Phoenix Agency

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Who did both Faith and Rick go to for help in finding Mark?

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For Faith and Mark, the telepathic connection they’d shared for years was nothing compared to the scorching physical connection they realized as adults. From the first moment they came together, erotic was too pale a word to describe their relationship. Together they explored each other’s deepest, darkest desires. But now Mark, survivor of an ambush to his Delta Force team, is a prisoner of a terrorist group in the Peruvian jungle, and his telepathic communication with Faith is his only contact with the world. While she searches for help to save him, they survive on dreams that took them beyond all sexual boundaries. Can she persuade the men of Phoenix to undertake a treacherous rescue and bring Mark back to her arms?


Did . . . hear me?

Faith dropped her pen.


Yes. I heard you. Can you hear me?

She held her breath as the silence stretched unbearably. Then, just as she felt frustration grip her again, one word.


She wanted to laugh and cry. He’d heard her! He knew she’d gotten his message.

I’ll find you, Mark. Wherever you are.

More silence, but she forced herself to wait with as much patience as she could manage.

South America in . . .

Faith wanted to scream in frustration.

Where, Mark? Where in South America? Help me. It’s a big continent.

Hurry . . .

Somehow she knew this silence wouldn’t be broken. The invisible wall had slammed into place again. He was obviously trying to time his messages when the telepathic captor was otherwise mentally occupied. No problem. At least they’d made the connection.

Hurry, he’d said.

She’d hurry as fast as she could. Picking up the phone, she dialed a still-familiar number.

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