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February 25, 2015

Sean isn’t having that good of a day. Check out a short unedited excerpt after the jump.

“Whoa, I would not move too fast if I were you,” Randy said. He was dressed in cargo pants, a tight blue t-shirt, and his feet were bare. At least he could remember the rules had in his house even if they weren’t sleeping together anymore. And, as usual, he looked fucking good enough to eat. Sean knew just how tasty that treat was.

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February 24, 2015


The newest Santini is ready for his time in the spotlight! Follow me after the jump for the all important links and a never before seen excerpt!


You can read the FIRST CHAPTER and here is an exclusive excerpt!


For a long minute—maybe two—Kaitlin didn’t react. She couldn’t. Every thought she had dissolved as she felt his mouth move over hers.

Brando pulled back an inch. When he spoke, she felt his breath against her mouth and shivered.

“This works a lot better if you participate.”

She blinked at the sound of his voice. This wasn’t the sweet man she thought she knew. He wasn’t the friend who could always make her laugh no matter what the situation. A dark thread of need deepened his tone. It left her head spinning and her body throbbing. Kaitlin had never heard that before in a man’s voice. Not directed at her.

She opened her mouth, then snapped it shut.


Normally, Kaitlin would lie, but maybe because of the loss of brain cells, she couldn’t. “I…I’m confused.”

He chuckled. “Let me help you decide on the matter.”

Without another word, he lowered his mouth to hers as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her tight against him. This time she knew it was coming, but wasn’t any better prepared for it. The kiss blasted through her body, leaving her head spinning, her heart beating so hard against her chest that she was sure she’d pass out at some point. She knew she had two choices. One was to run away and slam the door in his face. The other was to hold on and enjoy the kiss. She picked the latter.

Closing her eyes, she returned the kiss. He must have liked it because he growled and deepened the kiss. He slipped one hand up to cup her face as he slanted his mouth over hers again and again. As he continued to kiss her, he walked her back into the room and shut the door. Before she was finished, he tore his mouth away.

“We need to get you naked.”

His voice was rough, raw. All of the sweet man she knew had been stripped away and this man was on the edge. It sent tingles dancing over her flesh. He stepped forward and placed both of his hands on her shoulders. Then he turned her around. As he pulled the zipper of her dress down, Brando skimmed his finger down her spine. She shivered.

“Does that bother you?”

She shook her head as he kissed her shoulder. The simple gesture had her curling her toes into the carpet.

“No,” she breathed.

“Ah,” he said, as he let her dress fall to the floor. A rush of cool air feathered over her, including her very bare rear end. She closed her eyes, as she just remembered she’d worn a thong.

“Well, well, well,” he said, admiration easy to hear in his voice. He dragged his fingers over her bottom. It was a light touch, but it affected her. “If I had known you were wearing this under your dress, I would have never made it through dinner. There is a good chance I might have fainted from lack of blood to my brain.”

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February 12, 2015

Oh, Hai! I have been busy writing and planning new books for the year and for Valentine’s day I put A Santini in Love on sale! Check out A Santini in Love along with a ton of other books on sale from some of today’s best-selling romance authors! Just a note, that my sale goes on through the 14th!

Santini Book 6



She was the last woman standing.

Madison Baker was born and bred to be a Marine. When a roadside bomb ends her first deployment—not to mention her career—she is left to pick up the pieces of what is left of her life. She’s returned to Oceanside to regroup and move on. It doesn’t mean she’s ready for a relationship, even if a particular Santini has different plans.

Love happens when you least expect it.

When he first met Madison back at the Academy, Dante Santini is sure the woman was put on the earth to irritate him. She’s prickly and mouthy. She always thinks she’s right. Worse—she almost always is. She hasn’t really changed over the years. One disagreement ends up with them lip locked and very nearly falling into bed, Dante discovers he might need to rethink his first impression.

When Madison is convinced she witnesses a murder, the only person who believes her is Dante. Together, they sift through the meager evidence, trying to unearth the secrets someone is trying to hide. Neither one of them expecting it would draw them closer—or that a killer is hell bent on making sure those secrets stay buried.

What’s more, get Falling for a Santini for 2.99!

And, now, onto all those other books! Check out the Hot4Holidays Authors with lots of free and discounted books!

February 9-13!! Go To the Hot For the Holiday website to find out more!

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I am so excited to introduce this book. It is such a cool idea, intertwining the  stories much like we did when Operation Love was when it first released! Get your copy today for only .99!

Elite Metal arrives February 10th—a novel

approach to collections, where all the stories intertwine! Our heroes are

ex-military secretive operatives, who all belong to a kickass motorcycle club.

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Elite Metal – Book One in the Elite Warriors Series

For decades the US Marines funded a top-secret unit known as

Elite Recon. A deadly group of men and women sent to infiltrate dozens of

countries completely undetected. Mission objectives so extreme casualties were

not only probable, but expected.

The current batch of operatives had returned from hundreds

of assignments unscathed…until one mission went horribly wrong. Several men

lost their lives and the group disbanded. The remaining leathernecks were scattered

in the wind with new identities. They were told to blend in. Be normal. Or face

being forever silenced just like their fallen brothers.

Now, two years later, each living member of the group is kidnapped

and given a chance to make things right. But this time they’re no longer under

the thumb of Uncle Sam. A mysterious private backer who knows about their past

has brought them back together. No longer are they forced to turn a blind eye

to the lost and forsaken.

A new life. A new future…Elite Metal.

Scorching romance from Anna Alexander and Jennifer Kacey, Heather Long, Sabrina

York Rebecca Royce, Saranna DeWylde and Roxie Rivera


Pure Copper
By Heather Long

Former Marine special forces, Sachi “Copper” James is a

chameleon. She thrives on being someone else. Her mission? Identify the rat who

sold her team bad intel.

Gabriel Danvers, ex-CIA analyst, is a master of

disseminating the details. He wants to enjoy a normal life, retired from the

game. His mission? Teach classes.

When Gabriel becomes the target of Copper’s investigation,

he re-enters a world of danger and deception–all to claim the passion of the

one woman who’s haunted him for years.



With eighty students piled into their seats, it would be

hard for most professors to keep track of who was who. The sign in sheet always

began a rotation in a different part of the hall. Everyone signed in and if

their name wasn’t on the sheet—depending on when he passed it around—they

didn’t get credit for attending International Relations in Business.

Unfortunately for his students, Gabriel Danvers never forgot

a face. He knew which students had their friends sit in or when one of the guys

switched his jacket and move surreptitiously to the other side of the room to

sign in for a missing classmate and he damn well knew when a woman entered the

class who didn’t belong.

Sitting three rows back from the front, her feet propped on

the back of another chair, hair in a ponytail and looking about twenty with her

cosmetic free face, his lecture hall had an invader. She had her phone in her

hand and typed swiftly with her thumbs while he lectured on the pros and cons

of the environmental restrictions on European Union business contracts,

prosperity and how those factors influenced American businesses in the region.

Though he let his gaze wander over the class making eye

contact with the students as he paced back and forth, his awareness of her never diminished. Keeping track of

her from the corner of his eye whenever he glanced away told him three things.

She wasn’t one of his usual students or shills—she never

bothered to sign the sheet.

She took copious notes, but she was also snapping pictures.

She wanted something from him.

Call it instinct or a sixth sense, but he’d always had a way

of looking at scattered facts and identifying a pattern. Her attention was on

him, not the material, and her focus belied her casual attitude. She watched

without looking, and the weight of her attention proved a provocative allure to

his senses.

Whatever she wanted, he looked forward to discovering. His

body stirred and he ignored the bolt of lust. No idea who she is, and fucking students is not on the syllabus. The

thought came out of nowhere and he coughed once to clear his throat. The corner

of her pale pink decorated mouth curved upward. Amusement gleamed in her pale,

pale green eyes.

The little vixen knew exactly what she was doing to him.

Pausing at the desk, he leaned against it and stretched his legs. Two could

play that game, he kept the lecture going as he braced his legs. The urge to

ease his stiffening cock to one side grew more profound, but he focused on her.

Memorizing her face.
He was damn good with faces.

The deep tan of her skin reminded him of a dark coffee with

a sweet cream. Enticing image aside, she had a perfectly balanced and

asymmetrical face, but he couldn’t place her origins. Not easily. A faint tilt

to her eyes, high cheek bones and a deliciously sensuous mouth…

“So here’s your assignment,” he said, finishing his lecture

and dragging his attention away from the siren summoning him in the third row. Ignoring

the groans, he used his thumb to point at the board behind him. “Six companies

are listed there—three are European Union based and three are U.S. based. Using

the lecture and your materials, not only do you need to identify which is

which—I want you to identify who is in violation of those restrictions and what

are the ramifications for the upcoming Conference on International Commerce.”

The groans increased in volume, and he smiled. They really

should learn he didn’t mention items, places or events if they weren’t


“Any questions?” Oddly, no hands went up. His gaze collided

with the goddess in the third row and she made no attempt to disguise her

continued amusement. Another minute dragged on and the class didn’t ask any

questions so he clapped his hands together and said, “I’ll see you next week.

Don’t forget my office hours if you have questions.”

Would she stay? Or would she go?

Swinging around the desk, he gathered his notes and the

papers the class handed in at the beginning. He annoyed them by requiring print

copies rather than digital submissions. The horror of figuring out how to use

control-P on their computers must have been a challenge.

Warm vanilla sugar teased his nose. She stayed. Glancing from the papers, he found her standing just three

feet away, directly across the desk. How sturdy was the construction of the

desk? It wouldn’t take him anytime at all to clear it.

Student. Red. Fucking.

Intellect versus instinct. She looked young, with an almost fresh

scrubbed innocence about her—but those eyes weren’t innocent and harbored far

too much hidden emotion as though she’d seen hell and back.

Locking gazes, he

considered all the things he wanted to say.
Then reconsidered and kept it professional, “Auditing?”

Laughter, low and throaty, and a lot like warm bourbon on an

icy cold evening rolled from her. “No, I just wanted to check out the hot

teacher.” She winked, then pivoted and strolled out of his wet dreams…


More like sauntered. Checking his libido, he locked his gaze

on the way her hips swayed in those skin tight denim jeans. He knew that walk.

Had been hunting for it for two years…

“Hey,” he called, shoving the papers into his backpack and zipping

it closed. He crossed the room in four strides to catch her. She didn’t slow

down, but having her in his sights for the first time since Nigeria, no way in

hell was he letting her walk away.

What the hell was she doing in his classroom?

“Hey,” he said again, catching her elbow and turning her

into another empty lecture hall and closing the door to block the noise from

the hall. “Where are you running off to?”

Lips pursed, she gave the closed door a glance. “I wasn’t

running anywhere.” If her looks hadn’t already captivated him, the hot,

buttered rum quality of her voice would have taken him hostage. His libido went

into revolt and his cock stiffened to full attention.

His body didn’t give one good damn whether she was a student

or not.

Definitely not a

She didn’t hold herself in any manner as a subordinate or as a

student would seeking approval. He’d had a few come on to them, their sloppy,

over the top attempts were porn movie quality and he didn’t screw kids. Miss Walking

Sex on a Stick was definitely a woman. “Good,” he said, remembering he actually

needed to talk. “How do you feel about coffee?”

“Well I never kick it out of bed.” She folded her arms and

the placement tightened her sweater over her breasts. A handful each, but he

didn’t miss the tension in her shoulders or the way she braced her feet.

She’s ready for a

fight if she has to.
Probably didn’t help that he was looming over her. Taking

a step back, he leaned against the door. No, he wasn’t demanding but he didn’t

want her running away again either.

Curiosity flared in her eyes. Oh, had he intrigued her?

“Good to know,” he needed to jumpstart the blood flow back

to his brain. “I know a great place on the other side of campus. It’s quiet.

Let me buy you a cup?”

Surprise rippled across the surface of her eyes. “Do you

often ask students out for coffee?” Was that a note of disappointment creeping

into her voice?
“Not at all. But then you’re not a student.”

“You sound certain.” Her chin lifted, and if he were a

betting man, he’d peg her for another move to distract him. The action revealed

the slender column of her throat and added to the air of vulnerability around


Keeping his gaze on her eyes, he trusted his instincts.

Nothing about her was as it appeared—except she was fucking gorgeous and

intrigued him on every level.

“You wanted to check out the hot teacher. How

about a closer look?” He dropped the backpack and took a step toward her.

Eyebrows raised, she met him step for step until they were

breast to chest and he kept his hands to himself though they itched follow the

shape of those lovely hips. Maintaining a fist hold grip on his restraint, he

took a deep breath of her heady vanilla scent. He’d never been a fan of sweets.



Bound By Steele

Anna Alexander and Jennifer Kacey

To save his Marine brothers and sister he must accept the

past isn’t dead and buried.

Reuniting survivors means he is forced to first forgive…the enemy.

Chrome’s Salvation

Jennifer Kacey

A former leader of Elite Recon, reduced to nothing more than

an apathetic existence.

Until his girl’s life hangs in the balance…now nothing will stand in the way of

him coming back to life.

Adamantium’s Roar

Anna Alexander

Adamantium left Beth to what he thought was a better life,

only to find she had been living in hell. Now he’ll do anything, break any vow,

to claim her as his for all time.

Pure Copper

Heather Long

Copper will do whatever it takes to get the job done, even

if it means seducing and betraying the one man who really sees her.

Sterling’s Seduction

Sabrina York

When a snoopy reporter threatens the Elite Metal, Sterling

will do whatever it takes to kill her story about the team. Even if it means he

has to tie her to his bed.

Platinum’s Choice

Rebecca Royce

Platinum left the life he had with Rose in New York to

rejoin his team and silence the nightmares from Operation Phoenix.

But when Rose is forced to go on the run with Platinum’s hidden son, he will

have no choice but to return to his old life and reclaim what he has ached for

every day since. Red Wolf’s sniper wants to nudge Plat’s underbelly and they’re

going to find out quickly how deadly he can be.

Mercury’s Poison

Saranna DeWylde

A scarred, mad genius more monster than man must protect the

beauty he’s become obsessed with from a beast more terrible than himself.

Forged in Silver

Roxie Rivera

Rebel. Nomad. Troublemaker. After surviving the double-cross during Operation Phoenix,

Former Elite Recon Marine Silver embraces the underworld and builds a new life

as one of the world’s most renowned thieves. Jewels, paintings, corporate

espionage–there’s no job he won’t take for the right price.


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About Heather Long

National bestselling author, Heather Long, likes long walks in the park, science fiction, superheroes, Marines, and men who aren’t douche bags. Her books are filled with heroes and heroines tangled in romance as hot as Texas summertime. From paranormal historical westerns to contemporary military romance, Heather might switch genres, but one thing is true in all of her stories—her characters drive the books. When she’s not wrangling her menagerie of animals, she devotes her time to family and friends she considers family. She believes if you like your heroes so real you could lick the grit off their chest, and your heroines so likable, you’re sure you’ve been friends with women just like them, you’ll enjoy her worlds as much as she does.




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January 7, 2015

For those of you new to the blog, WIP Wednesdays is just a little peek at upcoming books. Soon, as I am working to get ahead, you will start seeing books a few months out.



He washed off his face. He knew that no matter how clean he got it, nothing would wash the stain from his soul.

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January 5, 2015

Today is the release of Brandy’s newest series: THE MYSTIC ZODIAC!

Helloooooooo Everyone! Shout out to Mel for letting come on the blog. As you all know Mel and I have been friends for quite some time now. I was a total fangirl that met her on a Yahoo Group and she was crazy enough to met me IN PERSON and, at the time, little Zman at a Barnes & Noble. I was a complete mess when she decided I must not be a total loon and gave me her cell number. She hasn’t gotten rid of me since.

She’s been a mentor, supporter, and best of all friend. When I first brought up the idea of my new series I’m here to talk about, she encouraged me to do it. I’ve bounced ideas off her and shared hot pics of guys. It’s a horrible, horrible job to have to look at half naked men. We will persevere and continue on though. With that…thank you Mel for all you do for me and when I go crazy from releasing a book a month, please come visit.

Now for the not-so-ooey-gooey emotional stuff. Let me tell you about the Mystic Zodiac. There are going to be 12 books, one a month. While they main stories aren’t connected, the prologue and epilogues feature the same characters.

The premise of the series is a bet between the Fate Chlotho (I’ve changed her name to Chloe) and Eros, the God of Love. Chloe thinks Eros has it easy. Anyone could get humans to fall in love. Eros challenges Chloe to match 12 couples, each one featuring a Mystic. If she can match all 12 she will earn Eros in her bed for one month. No distractions. No other plaything for Eros.

I hope you’ll stick around and see how the series turns out. I’d love to give away a $10 gift card to Amazon or Barnes & Noble to one commenter. Ask a question. Make a comment. If nothing comes to mind, tell me where you fall on my Mystic Zodiac.

January | AngelFebruary | God/Goddess

March | ShifterApril | Nymph

May | FaeJune | Witch/Warlock

July | SirenAugust | Dragon

September | DjinnOctober | Vampire

November | SpiritDecember | Demon


So, now for a little about the new release! Thane is out today and at a great price for .99! I would get it now so you are ready for the next installment.

BUY HERE: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iTunes | Kobo


Welcome to the Mystic Zodiac Series.

High atop Mount Olympus, the ancient Gods and Goddesses still reside, hidden from mortal view.

They have always been there.

WILL always be there.



They dabble in the lives of humans and lesser immortals, known as Mystics.

For fun. Out of boredom. Simply because they can.

They thrive on watching people squirm under their thumbs. Laugh and celebrate each other while plotting to top what they did.

This is where our story begins…

With one more task to complete, Fallen Angel Thane will finally get what he’s dreamed about for decades…his rightful place back on Olympus with his brothers. All he needs to do is keep one woman from “doing something stupid”. How hard could that be?

NOTE: Mystic Zodiac is a 12 book series. It is NOT a serial. Each book ends in a happily ever after for the main couple. However, the prologue and epilogue of each story follows the Gods that kick off the series, Eros and Chlotho (aka Chloe). At the end of the series the bet between the two will come to a conclusion.




Chloe’s sisters rose and began to move away. Slowly, she stood, smoothing out her dark blue chiton while looking at Eros one last time. He threw his head back and laughed heartily at one of the insipid women before wrapping his arm around her shoulders and kissing her soundly. When he released her, his gaze collided with Chloe’s. The slow rise of the corner of his mouth set off her fury with him once again.

Without thought she stomped over to where he sprawled with his harem. “You think you are so wonderful, Eros. The pre-eminent gift to both man and woman. Using your looks and ability to arouse desire in those around you to get what you want. Other than for sexual entertainment, you’re useless. Even your gift is a joke. You help mortals fall in love. How ridiculously easy that must be. Zeus knows, we wouldn’t want to tax your limited abilities by giving you something that mattered.”

In one smooth movement, Eros rose from his seat. The women surrounding him gasped in unison before closing their silly mouths. He stood in front of Chloe, towering over her, before she had a chance to flee. Not that she would give him that particular satisfaction.

“Oh sweet, Chloe. Still hurt at being rebuffed?” His words came out on a purr. Hatred rose within her. The man oozed sensuality and used it to his advantage.

“Never,” she hissed, knowing full well it was a complete and utter lie. Eros had to have figured as much. He lips lifted, a smirk painted across his face, as he stepped closer. She could feel the heat of his body, though there were still many inches between them. The thin film of her dress did nothing to diminish that heat or stop her body from wanting to melt into him.

“I believe you are,” he stated, regarding her in study.

She pressed her lips together to keep her words at bay. He would use whatever she said against her. It’s how he liked to play. How most Gods liked to get their rocks off. His head tilted to the side, a thoughtful look smoothing his features.

Damn the man for being attractive.

“I have a game for you, a challenge if you will. One I think you’ll quite like.”

“There is no game I want to play with you, Eros. That momentary lapse in judgment has passed.”

He stepped forward, closing the last of the distance between them. Chloe sucked in a quick sharp breath as his chest brushed against hers. Her nipples responded, hardening to rigid points.

“You would never pass up a challenge, I know you too well. Besides, this one has quite a wicked reward if you prevail. Something you desperately want and I denied.”

A flash of arousal burst through her. He couldn’t mean what she thought. She knew what she had been denied and though she would not admit it to him, she still wanted it—wanted him. She licked her lips and watched as his eyes dilated, tracking the movement. He wasn’t as immune to her as he portrayed.

She was unable to resist now that she knew. “I do love a challenge,” she whispered. She raked his body with a gaze, so lost in him; she jumped when he slipped an arm around her waist, pressing her into him. Her body betrayed her feigned lack of interest in his by quivering in response.

“I challenge you to match twelve couples.”

She opened her mouth to retort how easy that would be, when his finger landed on her lips, silencing the words that had yet to come out.

“Not until I’m done. Twelve couples, one a month, but they won’t only be human. I deal with much more than you think. You, my sweet Chloe, will match one Mystic a month for the next year, following the Mystic Zodiac. They must fall in love. If you succeed, as you surely believe you will, then you get me. For one…whole…month.”

He dropped his finger from her lips, his arm from around her waist, and took a step back. She nearly stumbled, locking her knees before that happened.

“An entire month?” she croaked, her mouth having gone dry.

He grinned like a fool. “Yes. All to yourself. No other playthings to occupy my time. Only you. Would that satisfy you?”

The young maiden within urged her to say yes. The wizened woman inside cautioned her. How could she lose though? Helping humans and Mystics fall in love couldn’t be that difficult. Humans fell in love too easily and too often. Mystics, if they had been on that plain long enough, did as well. It would be a breeze.

“Will I be choosing the Mystic or will you?”

“I will, of course. It is my job to know who will fall and when. I do have more than just one couple a month to deal with. I’ll give you the name of the Mystic, but I won’t tell you whom he or she is matched to; that you will have to figure out all on your own. Consider it an added degree of difficulty, since you find my job so easy. If you’re successful, we’ll meet again on the first day of the next month and I’ll give you the next name. If you aren’t successful, that is where the challenge ends.”

The deal sounded wonderful in her head and too good to be true. There had to be a catch. Something he got out of it if she failed. No God or Goddess did anything without a return in kind. “What will I owe you? If, by chance, I’m unsuccessful.”

Eros grinned. “That’s just it. You’ll owe me. One favor of my choosing. Doesn’t matter what it is, you’ll have to deliver.”

Chloe pursed her lips and thought it over. It didn’t take long to come to a decision. Confidence was never something she lacked. “You have a deal Eros—and you better be worth it.”

Eros threw his head back and laughed, much like he had earlier. When his laughter died down, he stared at her with a twinkle in his eyes. “Oh, I am Chloe. I am definitely worth it.” Quick as lightning, he dropped a soft kiss on her lips. “I’ll call on you tomorrow.” He spun away, joining the women back on the lush pillow-laden seating on the floor.

Chloe crossed her arms over her breasts, hiding her body’s reaction to him. The fools around her didn’t need to know of her attraction. “Your challenge has been accepted. Give me the name,” she demanded.

Eros chuckled, spreading his arms out to encompass the women around him. “I’m done for now. I have other pursuits to attend to. You can wait, Chloe, or are you that desperate to have me?”

“No one would ever be desperate over you. You give yourself freely to one and all.”

He pinned her with a look that stole her breath. Eyebrow raised, lips thinned. She stepped too far in pushing him. He opened his mouth and she cut him off.

“Tomorrow then,” she snapped. Turning on her heel, she left as quickly as she could without making more of a scene. His voice didn’t ring out behind her with the truth, and for that she was grateful.

“Blast, the damn man for being gracious.”



Brandy is a paranormal romance author who, on occasion, likes to dabble with contemporary. She’s addicted to MDK shows and who-done-its. You’ll almost never see her without some type of skull paraphernalia on and is always dreaming of more tattoos.

Brandy is a Navy brat, prior enlisted Army, current Army wife, and mom. She lives in Virginia with her husband of almost 20 years, their three kids and one dog. Find out more about Brandy at

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January 3, 2015

One of the few Sweet Shoppe books there is on the market today:) Cowboy Up was written for my editor at the time, Linda. She is truly the reason I am published today. She believed in me before anyone else did.

This one takes place in Texas. Some decadent fudge, a hot Native American cowboy, and shared erotic dreams makes for a deliciously wonderful tale;)

This is part of the Kindle Unlimited program.

And now for Linda’s dream:





Nic’s hands brushed against the sides of her breasts. Linda could feel the calluses from hard work, the tenderness of his touch. He stood behind her, his bare chest against her back, his breath hot against her ear. She shivered as he skimmed his fingers over her breasts — a light, teasing touch — then circled her nipples. They tightened into hard pebbles. A rush of heat curled into her belly. He’d left his hair unbound. The silky strands brushed against her shoulder.

“Ahh, so you like that, do you?” The amusement in his voice didn’t hide his arousal. “You always had such pretty little breasts, Linda.”

She huffed, trying to sound irritated. “Little?”

He chuckled and pinched each nipple. “I like you that way. But, then, there isn’t much I don’t like about you.”

He stepped away from her, and she started to turn around.

“No. Don’t.” His voice deepened, rolling over the words, making her shiver. Slipping his fingers down her arms, he captured her hands. He tugged her forward and walked both of them to the wall. After lifting them up, he released her hands. “Now, just put them against the wall. Don’t move.”

She did as he ordered. He slipped her hair over her shoulders so the ends of it teased her nipples. First his lips, then his tongue, brushed against her shoulder. He inhaled deeply. “Lavender. You smell like a field of it.”

As he moved back, a wash of cool night air chilled her. The next thing she felt was his lips against her skin at the base of her neck. Then, a little lower. With the softest touch, he kissed a path down her spine, his tongue flicking out over her skin. Heat rushed along her nerve endings; warm liquid filled her sex. She trembled, not with fear but with anticipation.

His hands molded over her buttocks, squeezing, stroking her skin. Linda tried to enjoy his touch and ignore the fact that he was eye level with what she considered her worst body feature. She dropped her head forward and closed her eyes as she felt his mouth against one of her cheeks.

He hummed against her skin. “Darlin’, I have to say you have one world-class ass.”

“Too big.” She meant to say a complete sentence, but at that moment it was impossible. Brain functions had ceased the moment he’d touched her.

Lost in his lips against her skin, his tongue leaving a wet path with the kisses, she didn’t expect the slap. Shocked, she opened her eyes and stared down at him over her shoulder. He had knelt behind her, but he looked anything but the supplicant.

“What was that for?”

He swatted her again and then rubbed his hand over the area.

“I happen to like your ass. And, if I may say so, I am in a position to judge. No complaints from you.” He waited for her nod, then kissed the sensitive skin he’d just smacked.

As he continued to kiss, nip, and lick, one hand slid around to her stomach, the other between her legs to her pussy. She was already dripping with arousal. Hell, just thinking about him would wet her panties, but having his hands … his mouth … against her skin, she was amazed she hadn’t come already.

Her thighs quivered, her muscles ready to give out, but she complied, and he slipped a finger into her, his thumb rubbing against her clit.

“Goddamn, you’re wet.” He continued to move his finger in and out as he nipped at the roundest part of her buttocks. She should’ve been embarrassed. But the feel of his lips against her skin, over sensitized from his slaps, sent another blast of heat racing along her nerve endings, heating her body and making her yearn for more.


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December 27, 2014

Being the youngest of four brothers, Gianni, Gee to everyone who knows him, has a lot to live up to. I am not always into the younger men and older women story line myself, but there was something about Kianna and Gee that was just so sweet.


The Santinis, Book 3

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By the end of the night, Gianni was completely charmed. They’d spent the day all over Valdosta, including the Wild Adventures Theme Park. It had taken his mind completely off the worry of his deployment.

“I had a great time, Gianni.” She barely flirted, but those cute little smiles of hers had his head spinning.

“Thank you for spending the day with me.”

“It’s the least I can do,” she said.

“Well, there is one more thing you could do.”


“A kiss to remember you by.”

She blinked. “Uh…”


“Sorry, just…never mind.”

She leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek. When she pulled back he was amazed she didn’t pat him on the head. That was just not going to do.

“That wasn’t a kiss, Kianna.”

God, he loved her name. It rolled off his tongue every time he said it. He could imagine what it sounded like when he groaned it.

Whoa, boy, slow down. He had an o dark thirty appointment with a plane. He just thanked his mother for her early training. He was packed and ready to go, so it made it easy for him to spend the entire day with Kianna.

“It wasn’t?” She shook her head. “Then what was it?”

“A peck.”

She frowned. “Funny, I thought it was a kiss.”

He shook his head. “No. This is a kiss.”

He slipped his hand to the small of her back and stepped closer. Leaning down, he slammed his mouth over hers. She tasted sweet as he thought she would. Tempting, sugary…a decadent treat he wanted to gorge himself on. By the time he pulled himself back, they were both breathing heavily and he was busy convincing his body that there would be no reward tonight.

“Thank you for the wonderful day, Kianna.”

He gave her another brush of his mouth over hers. “I have your email. I hope you don’t mind a few emails from me.”

She smiled. “I wouldn’t have given you my card if I did.”

He opened her car door and waited for her to slide in before shutting it. “Drive safely.”

She nodded. “Be safe, Gianni.”

He watched her drive away, her taillights fading into the night before he walked to his truck. Just like every other military man, he was always looking forward to the homecoming even before he left..

He licked his lips and he could still taste her there. Now he had something more to look forward to when he returned.

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December 23, 2014


I am so excited about this book. The first female Santini, the first NCIS Agent, and our first look at big brother Anthony. I have to say, he is probably going to be my favorite.  But I happily spent time with JT. Although he is a hard NCIS agent, he is also a big teddy bear when it comes to Elena. The “Santini Curse” even strikes members who are not blood related!

Today is the last day of the contest, but I am running it through tomorrow night! Three winners will be chosen today because Christmas has snuck up and bit me in the behind.



As soon as the door shut, JT made his way to the kitchen. His fingers were itching to touch her. Hell, his body was humming with the need to feel. Elena was bent over, as she stored the leftovers in the fridge. She straightened just as he came around the corner. JT didn’t stop his forward progress until her reached her. He slipped his arm around her waist and yanked her against him. Without hesitation, JT slammed his mouth down on hers. She responded immediately, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him back. He ran the tip of his tongue along the seam of her mouth. She opened her mouth, allowing him to slip his tongue inside.

The craving that had been shimmering in his blood from the moment he saw her exploded. It twisted through him, leaving him slightly lightheaded. He could no longer hold back the emotions. He backed her against the counter and lifted her up on it. He needed to touch, to taste.

With hurried movements, he grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt. He pulled back and tugged it over her head, tossing it on the floor behind him. Damn, she wasn’t wearing a bra.

He thanked the lord and bent his head to taste. Usually, he would use more finesse, but he couldn’t. It had been months since he had seen her, and he needed her. He knew he would never be able to explain it to anyone, even himself. Something had been missing from his life while he had been away, and it was Elena.

She tugged at his shirt, and he pulled back to let her take it off him. She tossed it behind him and cupped his face in both hands. She kissed him, keeping her eyes opened as she nipped at his lips. He watched as her eyes closed, and she slipped her tongue into his mouth. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sleek taste of her, and the way her tongue tangled with his.

He was shaking he needed her so badly. He pulled back long enough to help her discard her jeans and panties. She was already clawing at the button and zipper on his jeans, as he tried to get his wallet out of his back pocket. He almost dropped it when she wrapped her hand around his erection. Bending his head back, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of her fingers as they danced over his sensitive flesh. Soon, though, he was close to losing it.

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December 21, 2014

Good Sunday Morning! I am almost done with my Santini Scene, but I want it to sit for one more day. But, the surprise I have fo you is that Brando’s book is up for sale right now! It is at a low intSantini_BK9_600x900ro price of 2.99 and will be just as long as the others.  It’s now on preorder at Amazon and will be available everywhere on release day in February!


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He was searching for something that was missing from his life. 

Brando Santini is headed to New Orleans to blow off some steam with a few of his buddies. The respite from his life as a Marine doesn’t really seem to do the trick until he runs into his college crush, Kaitlin Fitzpatrick. After a little dancing and a few drinks, they end up in bed together and Brando knows she’s the one for him. 

One night will never be enough. 

Kaitlin never forgot Brando. She never would have thought the sexy nerd would have remembered her. More than that, she definitely didn’t expect he would be interested in seducing her. Their time in New Orleans is intense but much too short. The memories of his lovemaking leave her counting the days until she sees him again. 

A complication neither of them expected. 

By the time Brando arrives in Maryland, Kaitlin suspects that their one night together has left them with more than memories. When Brando insists on marriage, she refuses on the grounds he doesn’t love her. But what Kaitlin doesn’t understand is that when a Santini wants to prove his love, nothing will stand in his way—not her five brothers, his own annoying family, or even the woman he adores. 


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