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Silken Rapture Excerpt

He is her captor…
She is his soul…

When Blaise Sevliss, Lord Delraven, rescues a young woman from the clutches of his vampiritic clone the sheer amount of soul energy blazing from her unconscious body stuns him…and awakens a primal, parasitic hunger he has fought for centuries to quell.

Determined to keep her safe from the ravenous Scourge horde, Blaise must hide her in his underground stronghold. Where the powerful urge to consume her gnaws at the last shreds of his control.

With a touch, Isabel Lanscourt can divine the darkest of secrets. Her ability is little help, though, when she awakens in a lush world where sensuality rules. Her shining spirit is a beacon to all the powerful immortals in Sanctuary, but only one can touch her. The enigmatic Lord Delraven, whose brusque coldness is belied by the heated need in his eyes.

In a dangerous zone between temptation and memory, desire ignites an explosion of luminescent beauty. And Isabel's healing touch begins to fill his emptiness with an impossible gift: a soul. But Blaise holds a dangerous secret, one that could extinguish Isabel's inner light. And cast his lonely world into eternal darkness.

Warning: Step into a sensual world of vampires who love to feed and love to…er…feast, where sexual variety is the spice of their lives. No sweetness and light here, this is one vampire who can put the "B" into "bad guy" without batting an eye.

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"It's very heavy for a dress, isn't it?" Isabel asked.

"For a dress, yes," he murmured. "But this isn't for a dress. It's for a royal

marriage." Her hands tingled in the gloves, as though his stroking fingers gave off a charge and it came to her through the conduit of the lush fabric.

"Silk is a good generator of electricity," he said.

She glanced up, cautious this time, but unable to resist looking into his face. Had he read her thoughts? His small smile seemed to indicate he had. She glanced away uneasily.

"If the fabric isn't for a dress, what is it for?"

"It is for the royal bed. This will be made into sheets, Isabel."

The fabric fell through her fingers heedlessly at the sound of him saying her name in his hoarse, accented voice. It had struck a chord of memory in her. She searched wildly to retrieve the memory, but the ephemeral threads had disappeared. For a moment, her lungs seemed collapsed, unable to fill with air.

She abruptly turned away from him, overwhelmed by longing.

"What are you carrying?" he asked from behind her as she walked toward the hearth.

She glanced around, her brow furrowed in confusion. She blinked in shock when she saw he stood just feet away. He'd come to her with paranormal quickness. What was he talking about? She noticed he looked at her hand. She clutched at the rolled-up script. Remembering why she'd sought him out gave her a renewed sense of purpose, flimsy though her excuse for seeing him was.

"I've come to ask you to be in the play."

"I am no actor."

"None of the Literati are, except for Titurino, who tells me he used to tread

the boards in Rome long ago, to make money for his paints," she said with a smile. She sobered when she noticed his fire-lit eyes. He was dressed as casually as she, in jeans and a simple gray T-shirt, but he looked elegant somehow…a noble savage.

"Thank you, for sponsoring the play for my benefit. I haven't had a chance to tell you."

"I thought it would please you, and help to occupy your time. When you are ready, say the word and I will bring you an audience, as well. You may choose whoever you'd like to attend."

"Lester Dee?" she asked smoothly, referring to the professor who had brought her to England

He kept his face impassive. "If that is your wish. We can come to terms on the matter."

She smiled. "The Queen?"

"That one I can answer for more confidently. Consider it done."

She shook her head slowly. "The funny thing is, I believe you. I would

believe anything of you, at this point."

Beth Kery–Steam for the Sophisticated Reader

Silken Rapture, November 22, 2011

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The Winner of Jodi Redford's Contest is

Renee Bennett! Congratulations, Renee. Contact me at bethkery@aol.com and I will forward your information on to Jodi, who will send the prize.

Huge thanks to Jodi and all the participants!

Up next, another sneak peek at Silken Rapture. Remember, the Kindle winner will be announced November 23, and there's still a chance to win, www.bethkery.com/blog

Jodi Redford guests and a giveaway of The Naughty List

Please join me in welcoming Jodi Redford to the Silken Rapture Contest. Jodi is here to talk about her latest, The Naughty List, and to give away a copy. And if you have not yet entered for the Kindle Touch 3-G, do so here!

Welcome Jodi!

Thanks for having me on your blog, Beth, and congrats on the upcoming release of Silken Rapture!

In just a little over a week, my newest book, The Naughty List, will be releasing, so I thought I'd talk a little bit today about one of my favorite types of stories—friends to lovers. I've used this trope in some of my past books, but never as a ménage element. When the characters of Lacey, Ry and Bram came to me, though, I knew right away that these three friends were an inseparable package. In other words, neither one of them would be completely whole without each other in their lives.

I'll admit that sometimes I'm a hard sell on committed HEAs in a ménage, particularly if the two men aren't sexin' it up with each other too. I think that's mostly because I don't personally know any men who'd willingly share their woman with another. For me, when I sit down and write a ménage where the trio is going to share in an HEA, the focus is on making it believable. In the case of Ry and Bram, they both have a deep, abiding love for Lacey that outweighs all else. Simply put—they would rather share their love for her than lose her completely. When I started to see the reality of that through their eyes, the dynamics of their threesome not only made sense, it was the only way I envisioned a happy ending for these three characters.

So here's my burning question for everyone in respect to ménage romances: do you prefer a committed threesome, or do you think that more than two people in a relationship isn't believable? Leave your answer in the comments for a shot at winning an ARC of The Naughty List!

Makin' a list, and rocking it…twice.

Perpetual good girl Lacey McGuire has two Christmas wish lists. One suitable for public consumption…and a private one that's too hot to handle. Right at the top: wild, wicked fantasies about her best buddies and business partners Ryan Hollister and Bram Colton.

Besides the fact they're both poster boys for Hunks 'R' Us, they've been there for her through thick, thin and the heartbreak of a cheating fiancé. So what if her boys will never know they star in her sexiest daydreams? In her fantasy world, her heart will never get trampled again.

Ry and Bram are pretty sure Lacey never meant to email a list of some of her raunchiest wants. Particularly the one that tightens their shorts—she wants a threesome. With them. Although they've loved her for years, they made a pact to keep Lacey off limits in order to protect their friendship. Now all bets are off. And the quest to give her all she wants—and more—is on.

Warning: This book contains a wickedly hot M/F/M ménage that will heat up the holidays. Friends steaming things up in a hot tub. Bondage and blindfolds. Sexy shenanigans at a Christmas tree lot. And maybe even a glimpse of Santa…in a Speedo.

Excerpt

Bending, Bram slid his mouth over hers. The contrast of his warm lips and breath against her colder flesh was startling. His heat managed to kindle her body in more ways than one. By the time he broke the kiss, her inner temperature had skyrocketed by at least one hundred degrees. They pulled apart and she peeked sideways. Ry was staring at them, his eyes dark and intense. There was no mistaking the obvious bulge tenting the fly of his jeans.

Wow, did watching her and Bram kissing turn him on? The notion was both odd and arousing. Ry had such a strong possessive streak. She could only guess that he tended to be just as territorial when it came to his women.

Mulling back over that last thought, she realized where her misassumption lay. She wasn't Ry's woman. Why would he care who kissed her? Furthermore, of course he'd be aroused witnessing the kiss between her and Bram. For Pete's sake, the two men intended to do a hell of a lot more than that with her together.

The reminder brought her jittery nerves back to the forefront. If she were to be completely honest with herself, what terrified her most was the possibility of being a huge disappointment to Ry and Bram. Smothering her sigh, she knelt and unzipped her boots before tugging them off. She couldn't help being grateful for the radiant heating Bram had installed with his parquet floors. Her toes curling in appreciation of the cozy warmth, she straightened and hugged her chest.

"How about a glass of wine?" Bram offered, heading toward the kitchen. "I just opened a bottle."

A fifth of tequila was more in order, but she kept the thought to herself. She didn't want them to assume she needed to get snockered in order to go through with this. Even though she probably did.

Ry's palm rubbed her tensed back, and she looked up at him. With his free arm, he gestured toward Bram, indicating that they should follow him.

Good idea. Standing all night in the entry clearly wouldn't get them anywhere fast. Feeling like a doofus, she allowed Ry to lead her into the kitchen. While Bram grabbed a pair of crystal stemware from the rack and a cold beer from the fridge for Ry, she scooted onto one of the leather-capped barstools fronting the center island. She'd sat on this very seat numerous times, but she'd never once experienced the level of stomach-churning anxiety that she did now.

Where was the sexy Lacey from her fantasies? Figures the damn wench would abandon her in her time of need.

Bram settled her wineglass in front of her, and she picked it up to take a fortifying sip. A warm, mellow glow spread through her as the Shiraz settled in her belly. The aroma of garlic and red chilies carried from a pan sizzling on the stove. She licked her lips. "Is that Kevin's Penne Arrabiata?"

"Yep. I'm just reheating it a bit. It'll be ready in a sec."

Both Bram and Ry knew the dish was her absolute favorite. It was just one of the countless insider scoops they had on her. Knowing they'd deliberately chosen her most beloved comfort food settled her nerves and her stomach. These two men practically knew her better than she knew herself. They'd been there for her through some of the toughest times in her life. If there was anyone she trusted to embark on a sexual discovery with, it was them.

This would work. She'd make damn sure of it. Gulping another sip of wine, she silently armored her determination. Her fingers no longer displaying the trembling she'd suffered moments ago, she pushed the glass closer to the middle of the island and turned toward Ry. He smiled at her in the adorable way that always made his eyes crinkle at the corners. Leaning forward, she crushed her mouth over his, earning his harsh intake of breath. His surprise didn't last long though. Groaning, he tangled a hand in her hair, slanting her head as his tongue delved past her lips.

He kissed her like he was giving a demonstration of how he intended to make love to her—hot, deep and consuming. His other hand moved to her breast and caressed it through her clothing. A frustrated growl rumbled from him, and he reached for the hem of her sweater and tugged it upward. He broke their kiss and guided her arms over her head. She realized what he intended to do. Rather than protest, she allowed him to remove her sweater and toss it on the stool behind him.

His gaze raked her torso, lingering on the plumped cleavage peeking above the silk cups of her pink demi bra. Without saying a word, he unhooked the front closure. The weight of her breasts pushed the bra open slightly. Running his fingers beneath the straps, Ry eased them down her shoulders, forcing the garment to separate from her flesh in agonizingly slow increments. His Adam's apple bobbed, a sure sign that his lazy, tormenting movements affected him just as much as her. The edges of the silk caught on her nipples, the teasing rasp springing a moan past her lips.

Finally the fabric released her from its taunting hold, completely baring her to Ry's heated gaze. "Christ, you're fucking beautiful."

A soft scuff sounded to the left, and she turned her head to see Bram standing beside her. She'd been so ensnared in Ry's focus she hadn't heard Bram approach until then. Like Ry, he was staring at her with a dark, ravenous hunger. "He's right, Lace. Your breasts are gorgeous. Absolutely perfect."

She'd always worried they were too big, especially in the sense that they'd sag and not exactly be perky the older she got. But judging from Bram's and Ry's enamored expressions, saggy boobs were the last concern on their minds. As if to verify her assumption, Ry cupped her breast, her flesh overflowing his palm. His thumb flicked over her puckered nipple, and she gasped, a pleasurable shiver coursing along her spine. His pupils dilated, making his eyes look dark and sexy as sin. Massaging her breast, he leaned down and traced her areola with the tip of his tongue before kissing the pebbled nub. Her breath hitched and her head fell back, her eyes sliding shut. They flew open a second later when Bram's mouth closed around her other nipple.

They were both licking and sucking her breasts. Oh God. She'd fantasized about this very thing thousands of times yet nothing could compare to the mind-blowing reality of it.

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Diane Sadler! Diane, write to me at bethkery@aol.com to claim your prize. Please send your address, as well.

Thanks to all the participants and Missy for joining the Silken Rapture Contest.

Up next, Jodi Redford and a giveaway of The Naughty List!

Missy Jane and a Giveaway!

Resisting the Vamps

Long before I became a reader, vampires were born into the literary world. They come in all shapes, sizes and genders, range from nearly human to completely supernatural, and their personalities are limited only by their author's imagination. For years I have struggled with my fight against writing vampires. Why? Mainly becomes they've become cliché and there are few versions I haven't read. Of those, there are also few I've enjoyed. I'll admit I'm a picky reader, but when I write paranormal I try to use a new and unique voice. I wrote a graphic, horror type of vampire novella a few years ago, back before going through the editing process enough to know what I was doing wrong. It's been sitting on the backburner waiting for me to notice it again. However, my mind has been occupied with other voices for a while and I was content to ignore vampires in my own mind. Then along came Detective Parsons.

Detective Greg Parsons is a vampire stuck on the day shift because of an undercover assignment gone horribly wrong. He is grumpy, restless and highly unsatisfied with his lot in life…until he is offered a deal he can't refuse. That thrusts him into the normally humdrum life of Zaria Stonewell, stirring up embers neither of them were prepared for. Now he is ready to protect her from her ex-husband and the murdering vampire he seems to have on a leash.

The biggest surprise for me about this story was, though Greg is who initially popped into my head it was Zaria who wanted to be heard. After a couple of false starts that just didn't feel right, Zaria took the lead and became the narrator. It is now told in first person from her point-of-view. That isn't a new concept to me, as most of my erotic releases are also first person. I had just expected it to be Greg who won the battle. Shows what I know.



-Missy Jane

*Make reading a guilty pleasure…*

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BLURB:

The sun's not the only thing that's too hot to handle.

President Vardin isn't the first vampire politician to make empty promises. Humans can work at night, he says. Humans will be safe on the streets, he says. It's all bull. I'm still stuck on day shift at Langley's Round The Clock Emporium, trying to earn enough to live from night to night.

If I thought the sun's harsh rays had turned society upside down, watch what happens when I witness a murder in the alley. The police keep bombarding me with questions until a detective with a bad attitude walks in and takes over. He's unbelievably hot, way out of my league, and way, way out of my comfort zone. Because he's the one thing I fear most. A vampire.

Then I learn why the police seem so interested in me. My ex-husband is drawing a series of murders in his new comics. I'm in every one of them, and it looks like I'm supposed to be the last victim. The detective's interest in my past—and his protective instincts—are bordering on unprofessional, but I can't seem to bring myself to care.

Because the last place I should want to be is the safest place on earth…a vampire's embrace.

Warning: If you like your vampires sparkly and emotional don't read this book. It contains an overworked, underpaid, bloodsucking hero who might break your heart.

Available from Samhain Publishing November 15, 2011

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Today's Giveaway is: a combination of promo items from Missy and I. From Missy, bookmarks, magnets, pin, as well as other trinkets and/or books Missy picks up from time to time. I will throw in a Beth Kery/Bethany Kane computer keyboard brush cleaner, a monitor/eyeglass cleaner, and a sexy privacy please door hanger. :) Please leave Missy a meaningful comment on her post to qualify for the prize pack. And be sure to sign up for the Kindle Touch 3-G here.

The Winner of Vanessa Jaye's Contest is

Nancy Gilliland! Congrats, Nancy. Write to me at bethkery@aol.com and I will forward your info onto Vanessa.

Up next, Missy Jane!

Welcome Vanessa Jaye and a Giveaway of Hunter of the Heart!

Hunter of the Heart by Vanessa Jaye

Blind faith. We've al exercised it. Sometimes saying 'what the heck, count me in' is a no brainer, other times it's really feels like your stepping out on a ledge. With reading, suspension of disbelief, that blind faith in a story not yet read, is almost a given as soon as you crack the spine open. And when that story has a paranormal twist? Well baby, hold on for the ride.

But what about the characters within the story? There has to be some sort of conflict there for them. Something at stake for them to achieve in the end, with the reader rooting for them all the way. There should be a point in the story where the H/h will have to take a leap of faith. Or maybe several.

In Hunter of the Heart, the heroine has the phenomenal task of believing that creatures such werewolves exists. What's more she has to have faith that the one of those creatures, the hero, can keep her safe from another murderous shape-shifter.

One the other hand the hero, who's already lost his wife to a murdering shape-shifter, meets the heroine who could not possibly be what all his senses tell him she is: his mate. After all werewolves can only mate in lifetime. Even if it were possible, he's a man eaten up with grief, burning with for vengeance, and battling a deadly curse. How can he believe he's worthy of being loved?

Here's a scene between the hero and heroine where the question of faith and trust comes up:

They'd reached the central foyer and Nate came to an abrupt stop, head tilted back as he slowly turned. Other passengers looked at him oddly, then looked up to see what had caught his interest. They needn't have bothered. He wasn't interested in anything up there. He was scenting prey.

Who knows what he'd do, what he was capable of, when he caught up with Rod?

"We're going to be late to meet Mitch and Angelica." She tugged on his arm again. "I mean it, Nate. I want you to drop this. Rod didn't hurt me."

"But he would have," Nate snarled, his voice a guttural tangle of constants and vowels. "He frightened you."

"You frighten me," she said quietly.

"Even after last night? And today? You made love with me. Slept in my arms. Not the actions of a frightened woman, Tessa."

Instantly, he whipped up torrents of heat around them, battering her with images of them together—the grunts and moans, wet and hot, pain and pleasure. Her knees went weak and she grabbed on to him more firmly.

But she resisted the spell he wove, because now she identified the vague disquiet that had been hounding her since she'd woken pressed against Nate's solid heat, her limbs deliciously heavy and body still hungering. It was a feeling that couldn't be completely swept aside with kisses and caresses then, or cowed by intimidation now.

"You've shut me out."

Nate didn't acknowledge her statement by word or motion.

"I can feel your anger, but I can't read what you're thinking. And that's what scares me. You're really, really upset about this, more than you should be. So why don't you tell me what this is really about, Nate?"

Tessa held his gaze. Outside she was all calmness, but inside he sensed her turmoil. Her clear-sighted logic pierced the black fog surrounding him and he realized that she was right, this was more than the natural reaction of a wolf when his mate was threatened. More than the residual guilt he'd never be rid of for failing to protect his first mate.

A hunger churned inside of him. Not just to hurt Rod, but more. He wanted to make fear sing in his veins, to see the whites of his eyes bulge in terror and hear the sweet racing beat of his pulses grow faster and louder until that first bite—

No! He would not give in to this. Nate fought for control while his heart thudded against his ribs, filling his head with a staccato echo. And that echo said, Tell her. No. Tell her. No.

Tessa might accept what she thought she knew of him, the man and the wolf. How would she feel about the monster?

Nate became aware of his surroundings again, the milling humans, the long concierge desk to one side, the sweeping stairs and bank of elevators on the other and the doors behind Tessa that led outside. The fresh sea air helped clear his head further.

Then his focus, his world, shrunk down to Tessa herself, staring up at him with concern and absolute trust. She was waiting for answers he couldn't give her, so he did what instinct told him to. He drew her into his arms and kissed her as if the questions were all his and she held every answer. And she did. She held the key to his heart and to his humanity. He couldn't lose her.

"Promise me you'll always believe me, Tessa," he whispered urgently. "Even if—" He broke off and kissed her again, as if this kiss alone would convince her of the inherent goodness inside him.

At some point his mission had changed from revenge to reverence, from gaining justice to holding on to something greater. Their lips parted with a shared gasping breath.

"Tessa?"

The silence was uneasy and Nate felt his insides shred under her searching gaze.

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Gabrielle J! Gabrielle, write to me at bethkery@aol.com and I will forward your message to Vivian, who will send the book! Congrats!

Up next at the Silken Rapture Contest, Vanessa Jaye and a giveaway of Hunter of the Heart!

Vivian Arend is here, and a giveaway of Rocky Mountain Haven

Yeha and wooooohooo for Beth's upcoming Silken Rapture release. I love that there are so many ways for us to enjoy our romance HEA, from paranormal to contemporary. From the more fantastic fantasy of ménages to the fairly ordinary, but real working world of the contemporary ranch.

Rocky Mountain Heat is out today, and there's a world of passion and misunderstanding, adventure and fire waiting to happen. I've got an excerpt for you from the simple life that isn't always as simple as it seems…

SIX PACK RANCH

The Coleman family has ranched in the Rocky Mountain House area of Alberta for generations. These modern day contemporary cowboy romance stories follow the current family members as they find both their place in the community and happy-ever-afters.

Book 1: Rocky Mountain Heat: November 15.

Book 2: Rocky Mountain Haven: January 10, 2012

Book 3: Rocky Mountain Desire: March 13, 2012

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Rocky Mountain Heat

Six Pack Ranch, Book 1

He's the one who taught her to ride. Now all he wants is to ride her.

Blake Coleman is old enough to know that acting on impulse causes nothing but a heap of trouble. But when trouble's a western-hat-wearing blonde with slim legs that go on forever, what's a man to do? Wanting the sweet girl next door is just wrong. The responsible thing to do is keep his hands off.

Jaxi has other plans for Blake's hands, and his heart. She may have once considered him a big brother, but that was a long time ago. She's all grown up now and ready to convince him that she's perfect for him. Except he can't seem to see past the big "don't touch" sign that's apparently still hanging around her neck.

When Jaxi ends up living right under Blake's nose, the undeniable heat between them slides off simmer and leaps up to barn-burning levels. However, a few of the younger six-pack Colemans have decided Jaxi's brand of trouble is worth risking a few busted bones.

That is, if Blake's finally ready to let go the reins and fight for what he wants…

Warning: Sexy cowboys seducing and being seduced in trucks, pool halls and barns. Droolworthy country charm, a little double-teaming, a few secrets and a whole lot of brothers to look forward to.

Anyone wanna go for a ride?

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The moment had come to be blunt. It was hardly right for Jaxi to fault Cari and Leo for not communicating when she was guilty of the same thing with Blake.

"I'm not interested in taking any more classes. I figure I need to move on to the next stage of my life. Meet new goals, fulfill new desires." Okay, it wasn't a totally blunt declaration of wanting to jump him, but it was a start. Especially as she opened her shoulders to face him, pulling one leg up on the bench seat so that her knee bumped into his thigh. A gentle caress. Barely there but enough to get her heart pounding.

"Where's he live?"

Her mind clouded with the image of Blake reaching to touch her, smoothing his strong fingers over her thigh. His work-hardened hands opening her jeans and unbuttoning her blouse, caressing her bare skin…

"Jaxi, where does he live?" Blake demanded.

She shook her head and lifted her gaze from his hands. What the hell were they talking about again? "Who?"

"This Royce guy."

The urge to giggle rose, and she beat it down unmercifully. Acting like a teenager wasn't the impression she wanted to project right now. "Don't worry about Royce. He's a nice enough guy but I'm not interested in him."

She adjusted her leg casually, rubbing his thigh again.

Blake changed gears, his leg shifting away from hers. "Well, you let me know if he gives you any trouble, alright?"

She leaned toward him slightly, letting her body soften, letting her desire for him show in her eyes and the tone of her voice. "Now why would you do that? You're not my father to watch over me and save me from the big bad wolves." Come on, Blake, make a move. She was sure she'd seen signs of his attraction, but the man was damn stubborn. Whatever held him back was driving her up the wall.

"No, I'm not your father, but I've thought about you a lot lately. I haven't been taking care of you as well as I did before you began college classes. I'm going to work on that, Jaxi. You need someone to watch out for you."

Hope rose in her heart. Was he coming around? Maybe his earlier anger was because he felt responsible for her and wanted more?

Then he dumped cold water on her dreams as he reached to pat her knee gently. Playfully. As far from a lover's caress as possible. "You're a good girl, and you deserve to be cared for. I'm going to be the best big brother you could ever have." With a final squeeze to her knee, he turned up the radio, and his strong hands thumped the wheel in time with the song, a peculiar pinched smile on his face.

Jaxi stared at him slack-jawed, her body and mind both reeling as she tried to understand what he'd just said.

He'd gone insane.

A big brother? Like hell that's what she needed. If he wanted to care for her, it wouldn't be as a big boy reluctantly playing house with a little girl. Making mud pies good-naturedly when he would prefer to be anywhere else. They'd done that already, years ago. It was time to shake things up, to show Blake she was no little girl and he was definitely not her big brother.

She'd told Jesse earlier she played to win. The game started now in earnest, and Blake wasn't going to know what hit him.

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What do you think? Big brother figures who the little girl next door wants to be so much more—hmmm. One of my favorite tropes. What's one of your favorite tropes, in either paranormal or contemporary?

Leave a comment for a chance to win an advance copy of the SECOND book in this series, Rocky Mountain Haven, not out for everyone else until January!



Winner will be announced tomorrow morning!

The Winner of Natasha Moore's Contest is

June M! June, write to me at bethkery@aol.com and I will pass on your information to Natasha!

My thanks to Natasha and to all the participants.

Up next, Vivian Arend is here with an early giveaway of one of her Rocky Mountain Cowboy books!