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April 6, 2016
For those of you who follow Vivian on Facebook, you know that every Wednesday we post a picture featuring all the fun and exotic places Vivian has traveled. Well, this week we’re switching it up a little!
For those who don’t know, Vivian uses a dictation program to write her books called Dragon. But, it requires you to do some training, so that it can learn your speed patterns.
Viv had fun with this one!
April 1, 2016
We’re closing in on the final book in the Thompson & Sons series, and to make sure you’re caught up, we’re going to go through the books that lead up to the new story. A WILD RIDE can be read alone, but it’s better for being a part of the whole!
Feature: BABY, BE MINE
What the mind forgets, the heart remembers.
Since the moment Katy Thompson transformed from annoying tagalong to desirable woman, Gage Jenick has awaited his chance. When she kicks her boyfriend to the curb, he doesn’t hold back—in spite of the next day work assignment that will take him completely off the grid for two long months.
After a head injury sustained on a storm-swept road, Katy can’t remember her own email password, much less how the little pink “positive” on the pregnancy stick got there. Barring an influx of midichlorians, she’s at a loss to explain what happened, or when…or with whom.
Suddenly Gage is back in her life as if he has a right to be there. While she vividly remembers the crush she had on him, she’s no one’s charity case. But another thing she’d forgotten was just how stubborn Gage can be—especially when her domineering ex tries to stake a claim…
Warning: An unforgettable night that gets forgotten. A crazy redneck ex, and a hero who’s ready to take on the world, and his past, for his heroine.
The entire drive he daydreamed about where he’d find her. Timing-wise she should be at home, so he ignored his own place, and the garage, and took the back loop. The sight of her car in the drive made his heart leap, and he parked in the second snow-free space in a rush, damn near leaping from the truck. Somehow he forced his feet to a walk instead of rushing her front door and bursting in like a maniac.
He rang the doorbell.
It might be rude, but he even leaned over and peered in the window, to see if she was around. A pair of winter boots lay haphazardly under the hall coat rack, a small puddle of water pooled under the soles. Her coat was there—only no sign of her.
He moved to knock a second time but was interrupted by Katy’s less-than-ladylike cussing. Gage tried the front door, and it opened easily.
“Katy? You here?” Both feet still on the outside stoop, he stuck his head around the doorframe to make himself heard.
A new set of sounds greeted him, less amusing than the curses. Retching and coughing, and Gage couldn’t stand it any longer. He stormed forward and headed toward the bathroom.
“Katybug, you okay?”
She was seated on the floor, her cheek resting on one arm as she basically clung to the toilet. Her eyes were closed, and her face twisted in a grimace as she shuddered then leaned forward and spat.
“Oh hell, you got a stomach bug?”
Or that’s what Gage intended to say. He got out the Oh hell part before Katy’s eyes flew open and her gaze landed on him, all traces of nausea and exhaustion vanishing as she opened her mouth and screamed. She scrambled to her feet, hands flailing, a riot of noise and motion.
Damn. He held out a hand toward her. “Katy, hey, it’s okay. It’s me, Gage.”
He ducked away from the toilet plunger she’d swung like a sword. At the same time he examined her quickly—noting her pale skin. The dark shadows under her eyes.
The business end of the plunger wavered in front of him as he took in her extremely short-cropped hair, the dark strands that usually would have covered her shoulders only about an inch long over her entire head. It was a radical change from before. Kinda cute, really, but unexpected.
“Gage?” She squinted, her head tilting to the side and making her rather adorable. Well, adorable if she weren’t still threatening him with a toilet cleaner.
He took hold of the handle and tugged the shaft from her fingers, putting the weapon back in its place. “Yes, Gage.”
“I don’t remember this at all,” she muttered. “You’re not you.”
He laughed, then caught her as she swayed. “And you must be running a fever or something.”
She squirmed out of his arms and backed away slowly. “No fever. My stomach’s upset. Feels better now.” She looked him up and down quickly. “You’re missing your surprise party.”
Utter dread joined the disappointment in his gut. That was the last thing he wanted tonight. “Don’t tell me there are people over at my house.”
Katy nodded then gestured toward the bathroom door. “Umm, if you don’t mind. I need to brush my teeth. And stuff.”
Of course she did. “You sure you feel okay?”
“Yeah.” She waved him out, frowning as if confused.
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Mark stroked her naked shoulder, seemingly as fascinated by the firelight as she had been. “Yip, your cat knew all along we were meant to be together. All that nesting and snoozing was her trying to convince your human side to slow down and accept what was meant to be. Have I mentioned lately how much I like your cat?”
Tessa didn’t fight the urge. She shifted, right there in his arms, meaning he had a whole lot of cougar pressed up against him.
He jolted for a second. “Very funny.”
“Well, you said you liked my cat…”
March 26, 2016
This week: ROCKY RIDE
He’s hotter than hot
Bad boy Mitch Thompson finally convinced straight-laced Constable Anna Coleman to take him for a ride. It only took a few—okay, a lot of speeding tickets and some smooth talking—but now that Anna’s loosened off her stiff RCMP uniform, it’s not nearly enough for Mitch. Their secret escapades are steamy and mind-blowing, but he wants more than her body—he wants her heart.
She’s afraid of getting burned
Anna doesn’t know how far she can safely go before she crosses the line. Sinfully sexy Mitch may have lured her wild side out to play, but giving in to more and more illicit desires could endanger her very civilized career on the police force. There has to be a point between yearning and obsession. Or is there?
Will giving in mean giving up everything she’s worked for, or will they gain everything they’ve ever wanted?
Mitch skimmed his fingers over her neck then sank them into her hair. “Do you trust me?” he asked, tugging lightly to lift her face toward him.
There was no other answer she could give. “I wouldn’t have started this if I didn’t.”
That gorgeous square-cut jaw with the heavy stubble moved closer, until he was brushing her cheek with his. Every word became a sensual tease. “Give it a try, Constable. Walk on the wild side with me. We’ll go as slow as you feel comfortable, but you know I’m not the big bad wolf everyone makes me out to be.”
“You still have enormous teeth,” she teased, involuntarily trying to shift away as he nibbled on her neck. “Mitch. How could this possibly work between us? I’m a cop.”
“And I’m a decent, upright citizen living in your community,” he insisted. “Who drives a little fast at times.”
She shivered under his touch. The temptation was there, honesty made her admit that. For all his tattoos and fast bike and beefed-up truck—Mitch had never been proven connected with anything more scandalous than a speeding ticket.
Tickets she’d given him while he’d flirted unmercifully until she agreed to meet with him.
And now? Was she really going to get involved even more? What would her family say? What would—
Fear rose like a barricade, and she tangled her fingers in his hair, tugging him away to stop him from tormenting her body. “I don’t want to do anything to risk my position, Mitch. That’s all on me—on the expectations the organization has for their officers.”
“Not going to mess with your career, babe. I swear.”
Anna leaned her head on his chest and fought to draw strength from him. She let out an aggravated growl. “How can I want to say yes so badly, yet want to run out the door at the same time?”
He held her close, strong fingers rubbing over her back. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll do what I can to make it happen,” he promised. “Take a chance, Anna. Take a step into the unknown and see how it feels.”
She glanced at his list. The page lay face-up on the coffee table by their legs. Dancing at Traders. A movie at the theater. A starlight walk. Some of the things he’d written down weren’t too frightening to imagine. “You’ll go at my speed?”
He laughed softly. “You’re as heavy on the gas as I am. I promise to go slower than your speed if we have to.”
Temptation hung before her. All she had to do was reach out and take it. “What are we going to do? One item off your list, one item off mine? Mine are a hell of a lot…”
“Filthier than mine? Oh, babe, I noticed.” Mitch lifted her chin. “I’m looking forward to making every one of them come true.”
Anna hesitated then gave in and took what she wanted. “Okay. We can try it, see how things work. What’s the first thing on your list, then? And remember you promised me crazy excitement.”
His dark eyes snapped with enthusiasm as a satisfied smile stretched across his face. “Tonight? We’re going dirt biking.”
March 24, 2016
Forty-nine books, three houses, a trip around North America and more…it’s been a busy seven years!
That’s right — March 24 is the publication anniversary WOLF SIGNS, and I was thinking about how much I’ve got to experience, and how much I’ve enjoyed the journey. I wanted to take the time to celebrate, and hoped you would join me.
Some of you already know I started writing on a whim. A friend wanted to take part in NANOWRIMO, the month-long writing challenge that has been going on for over ten years now. I agreed because it involved Sunday afternoon getaways without kids to a local coffee shop. I’m no dummy—didn’t matter that I had nothing to write. I could work around that small, insignificant detail!
By the end of November 2007 I’d not only completed the 50,000 word requirement, I’d written a 120,000 word epic YA fantasy, and fallen in love with writing.
I’d also learned about these delightful things called e-books, which for me, often living in more remote locations, were absolutely amazing. I spent *cough cough* more than my book allowance a couple months running as I fell into romance books for the first time in my life, including reading every single werewolf book I could find. I was FASCINATED.
I followed Lauren Dane’s Cascadia Wolves series to Samhain Publishing, and one thing led to another. I wrote a novella, submitted it to an anthology call; the book didn’t get accepted, but ended up selling to another editor at Samhain.
Anne Scott is still my editor. We’ve just completed our thirty-fifth book together.
I’ve had characters who could shift into St. Elmo’s Fire, dolphins, bears, cougars, arctic foxes, wolves, otters and birds of prey—not all at the same time! I’ve written favorite tropes such as in love with my best friend, amnesia, enemies to lovers, older woman/younger man, younger woman/older man, marriage convenience, bad boy/good girl, sexual innocent looking for a wild time, accidental pregnancy, alpha male takes charge, let me tie you up (and other BDSM lite topics), you’re the only one for me, and many more.
I’ve also managed to slip some kind of word play/pun into nearly all of my titles. I’m pretty proud of that. *polishes nails on shirt*.
But what makes me the happiest is how readers have gathered these characters and stories into their hearts. Letters from you are what really make me think back over seven years of being published with a smile on my face.
Some of the neatest ones I can think of are:
How many readers have mentioned WOLF SIGNS or ROCKY MOUNTAIN HEAT were their first ebooks
Readers who shared they found my books while sick or on bed rest, and the stories helped pass the time
The amazing number of you who tell me the characters seem real to you. I’m not going to argue—they’re real to me, too!
Those of you who had never tried paranormal before, but trusted me enough to give my wolfie books a try (Brawhahahah, I’m looking especially at YOU, Lynda!)
The women who have written to say they’ve been inspired by a heroine’s courage— these letters are the ones that leave me a weepy mess, and sooooo thankful I get to do what I do.
Readers who share their love of happily-ever-afters with their mothers, sisters, friends, daughters, coworkers, husbands…and yes, I have some very faithful male readers, including one who hid their shared Kindle from his wife so he could read the new release first!
But whether you’ve been around since the start of the journey, or you’ve joined in recently, I want you to know I do this for you. I mean, I love telling stories, and I write what entertains me, but at the same time, you are always with me. I try to ensure that when you take time out of your day and pick up a book, whether you’re in the north with the wolfies and bears, or riding the ranch with the Colemans, that you’ll consider the destination satisfying and worthwhile.
Thank you for making it possible for me to be a writer. I plan to keep bringing you stories where you get to share time with good friends, and watch them reach their happily-ever-afters. May all your ever-afters be amazing ones as well!
Much love. Viv
p.s. Book 50 (!!!!!) is coming April 19. Appropriately, it’s titled A WILD RIDE. Yes, yes it has been!!
March 18, 2016
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Her eyes widened, and that pink tongue of hers snuck over her bottom lip.
He stood on the bench of the hot tub, not hiding his hard-on as he paced the perimeter toward her. “I want kisses, and tastes of your skin. I want to touch you everywhere and learn what kind of noises you make when you’re trembling on the edge of orgasm.”
“Devon . . .”
“I want to fool around with you for hours until we’re both so tired we pass out, just so we can wake up and do it all over again.”
The passion in her eyes— the astonishment and longing— increased as he drew closer. His cock was rock hard, tight to his body with the wet fabric of his shorts barely confining him.
March 17, 2016
Hey book lovers!
Just wanted to let you know there’s something new available.
I’ve been getting requests from readers for an easy way to re-read the vignettes I’ve written for the Six Pack Ranch series–usually I send these out in newsletters, and then post them on my website, but some like the convenience of having everything in one place.
So be aware!! ROCKY MOUNTAIN VIGNETTES is not a new story. It has the 5 vignettes I’ve written so far, and more will be added over time. I also included the Coleman family tree (couple versions!) a map and a reading order for the joint series.
If you’re interested, check it out. Otherwise, remember you can go to my website under EXTRAs to read the vignettes as well.
All the best to you from me and the Colemans
After the stories are done, their stories go on.
One of the great parts of writing a long, family saga is that I get to revisit characters who have already hit their happily-ever-after. Over the past couple years I’ve written short vignettes revisiting characters from the SIX PACK RANCH series. They’re written specifically for readers who have already enjoyed the main stories, and these short visits with favourite friends are sent out in newsletters, and are available for FREE ON MY WEBSITE.
But, for those readers who want to have them on their ereader, I’ve now made them available for your convenience. Check first to see where they fit into the full series if you want to avoid spoilers for books you haven’t yet read!
READ ALL THE STORIES IN THIS BOOK FOR FREE here!
FEBRUARY 2016 VERSION CONTAINS:
Reading Order for the combined SIX PACK RANCH and THOMPSON & SONS series
Coleman family tree (original and most up to date)
Coleman ranches map
The following vignettes:
Making Memories (Blake & Jaxi) 2K words
Never Too Far (Vicki & Joel) 2K words
Home Building (Gabe & Allison) 2K words
Rubber Boot Romance (Travis, Cassidy & Ashley) 3K
Lights & Secrets (Blake, Jaxi, Travis, Cassidy & Ashley) 4K
Chapter One of ROCKY RIDE
As I write more vignettes, I’ll update this file and update the cover. You’ll never have to repurchase, just update when I let you know there’s been additions.
If there’s something you’d really like included in a future vignette, let me know! email me at email@example.com
Otherwise, I hope you enjoy these short visits with the Colemans!
The series order for the Six Pack Ranch series has been updated.
ROCKY RETREAT has been moved from book 7.5 to book 8. Therefore, all the subsequent books in the series have been shifted as well.
March 8, 2016
February 19, 2016
Do you love a virgin hero? What about the best friend’s older brother trope? If so, look no further than ONE SEXY RIDE!
At least this time she was wearing a bra, which was a whole lot more than she’d had on the last time he had gotten up close and personal with the bold black marks decorating her skin.
“Len Thompson, you tell me right now why your signature is on my belly. Along with what looks like my handwriting saying Len + Janey 4ever.”
A distant rumble of voices grew louder, and Len glanced over his shoulder to see the staff room door opening. It was bad enough to have to deal with this, but he couldn’t allow anyone to see Janey half-naked in the middle of the family garage.
He turned back and braced himself. “I’ll explain everything, but not here.”
She shook her head. “I’m not going anywhere without some answers.”
Len gave up trying to convince her. Simply leaned over and planted his shoulder against her stomach, grabbed hold of her legs and picked her up. She squawked in dismay, but he ignored her complaining, heading for the exit at a rapid clip. He had them outside and tucked in next to the propane shed in no time, out of sight from anyone who might wander into the garage yard.
“Put me down this instant, you big lughead.” Janey punctuated her complaints by smacking her fists into his back.
“We’re not discussing anything in front of my family.” Len lowered her to the ground, careful she had her balance before letting go. He snatched her T-shirt from her hand and thrust it forward. “Put your clothes on.”
Janey folded her arms over her chest, her chin rising defiantly. “Why is your signature on my body?”