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A little paranormal, a little sci-fi - a lot sexy.

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So how was Christmas?

I hope everyone got a lot of books for Christmas, but if you still need more to read, a dollar goes a long way:


Still just $0.99 at Amazon , Smashwords , BN.com and All Romance eBooks !




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A Christmas Present!

Merry Christmas everyone! I hope you all have a wonderful holiday.

I'll be spending the day reading - and if you will be too, hop on over to Killer Chicks and check out the list of KINDLE FREEBIES available today and tomorrow [December 25th and 26th].

The list includes EUPHORIA - and a mix of genres from some wonderful authors. Go stock up!


FREE AT AMAZON.COM December 25th and 26th!

Whew!

I just finished building all of my pages and I've got mouse elbow.

All of my available titles [and Bernadette's] are now listed on the appropriate blog pages to the right, along with major buy links. I'll be adding more buy links when I get the chance, but with the exception of those titles that are currently available exclusively through Amazon.com, most of my titles will be available at multiple retailers.

I'll be phasing out my individual websites over the next week or so, because updating here is much easier so any searches for Jennifer Colgan or Bernadette Gardner should lead you here.

If there's anything conspicuously missing, or there's something I can add to make it easier to find my books, please go to my Contact page and let me know.

New release!

My newest release, just in time for Christmas!

[Special thanks to Niina Cord of For the Love of Reading Book Cover Design for the gorgeous cover!]



Euphoria is exclusively available through Amazon.com at a special holiday price of $2.49.

Read a Sample Here!






A Calculated Risk

When former military commander, Tarrant Kane, meets Nola Rule at the exclusive resort on Sensuron, she offers him intense carnal pleasures and something he craves even more than sex: a challenge.

Kane’s dalliance with Nola comes with a steep price, however, and he soon realizes that falling in love is a risk he isn’t prepared to take.



U-4EA


Earth-Sec Agent Fletcher Gray doesn’t need or particularly want a sex slave, but he has no choice in the matter when he’s forced to decant trinium scout Talia Lory from a stasis pod full of U-4EA, the galaxy’s most powerful aphrodisiac.

In between bouts of unbridled sex, Fletch begins to realize he enjoys Talia’s company on more than a physical level, but when her sex addiction wears off, will she still want him?


These stories have been previously released.


Warning: Explicit sex.

Now in Print!

For anyone who has a hard copy keeper shelf [I do!]

Wolfsbane: Unleash the Wolf is now available in Print!

$7.99 at Amazon.com


And for NOOK readers, Wolfsbane is also available at BN.COM

Happy Halloween!

I do hope it's a Happy Halloween for everyone - following the major storm, I hope everyone is safe and sound.

To commemorate Halloween this year and things that go bump in the night, I've bundled my werewolf series! Wolfsbane, the complete series, is now available.

Here's a peak!



C.C. Ellis of Romance Divas Reviews  had this to say about ASPECT OF THE WOLF: 5 Kisses! The dialogue is crisp and the sexual tension palpable. —
And Romance Junkies had this to say about LEADER OF THE PACK: 5 Ribbons!! Ms. Colgan wields a sense of magic into her words then weaves them into a believable tale. 


Here's a short excerpt from ASPECT OF THE WOLF, part one of WOLFSBANE:

“Can’t get your broomstick up! You said that to him?” Charlotte Swanson’s infectious giggle reverberated long-distance. Emilie held the phone away from her ear while her cousin laughed.“It just came out,” she replied. “This guy really brings out my wicked side.”“So let’s talk about his broomstick. Give me details.”Emilie rolled her eyes as she nestled her teakettle onto the front burner of her kitchen stove. “His broomstick didn’t enter the picture, Char. This is the guy who wanted to run me out of town, remember?”“And he just shows up in your store, looking all hunky and hot?”“I never said he looked hunky and hot.”“So what does he look like?”Emilie rummaged in her grandmother’s antique cookie jar for a chocolate chip ripple to go with her tea. She chewed thoughtfully before answering. “Tall.”“Compared to you, every guy is tall.”“Nicely tall. Hunky. Hot. Very intense eyes. Compelling…”The thought still bothered her that one long look from Daniel Garrison had left her nearly tongue-tied and ready to agree to anything he asked. She pictured him the first time she’d seen him, with his three-piece suit and embossed leather briefcase, addressing the Mayor of Cypress Park at the monthly town meeting—“Chester Creek nearly destroyed this town,” he’d said. “Are we going to allow more of his ilk to run amok here?”There. That image effectively drove away any warm fuzzies she’d begun to feel for the man who desperately wanted to save his brother.“Buff?” Charl asked.“Bodybuilder buff. But not—you know—scary about it. Anyway, that’s not the point. He doesn’t trust magick, and I can’t see how he can trust me.”“Well, I can understand that, considering you promised not to tell anyone about his problem and you’re on the phone in less than eight hours, yakking to me about it.”Emilie dangled a bag of oolong into her teacup. “Well, considering you’re a thousand miles away, and I need someone to give me some werewolf advice, I’m not going to let it bother me. I told him this wasn’t a one-person job. I want to call all the girls, but that would freak him out. Can you send me the book I need?”“I’m wrapping it in plain brown paper as we speak, sweetie.”“Thanks. I’m going to dig around in Grandma’s old trunks and see if I can find that wolfsbane amulet she had. Do you know what might have happened to it?”“Ah…if it’s anywhere, it’s with her medicine stones. Be careful if you find it, though. That stuff will give you one hell of a rash.”“I’ll be careful.”“And watch out for this guy, too, Em.” Charlotte’s tone sobered, and Emilie braced for the lecture. Too many men had hurt Charlotte over the years for her not to take a moment to warn her cousin about the potential pitfalls of the slightest romantic entanglement. “Maybe he’s all dreamy-eyed now because he wants something from you, but leopards don’t change their spots. He wanted you out of town once. Don’t assume because he wants you to wax his broomstick that he’s gotten over his heebie-jeebies about people like us.”Emilie’s head fell into her hand. “Char! I’m not going to—ohmyGOD, ‘wax his broomstick.’”“So you say now. I mean hey—I’m all for mixing it up. You want to have sex with him, go ahead. But that’s all. Don’t let him get to you.”“I’m absolutely not going to have sex with Daniel Garrison. I don’t even like him.”“Famous last words.” Charlotte humpfed, and the teakettle whistled. “I’m heading to the post office right now. You’ll get the book tomorrow.”“Thanks, Char. For everything.”
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Daniel marked his calendar on Monday morning, as he did every day. Usually he ticked off days until an important meeting with a client or days left for Christmas shopping, but now he ticked off days until the next full moon. He’d heard nothing from Emilie Swanson since Saturday—except for a message on his office machine, thanking him for arranging the plumber.He told himself he was anxious to finish the hocus-pocus and return Vance to normal, but the truth itched at the back of his brain. He wanted to see Emilie again.He thought about dropping by her shop today, just to see how things were going, maybe buy a candle or something. She’d probably think he was checking up on her.He poured himself an industrial strength cup of coffee and stared at the calendar.“You’re looking pensive this morning,” Vance said, startling him out of his reverie. His brother looked rather well for having woken up naked next to the lily pond three nights earlier.Daniel poured another cup of java as Vance took a seat at the kitchen table. “Just keeping tabs on the witch.”“The witch? That sounds ominous.” Vance smirked and waggled his eyebrows as he sipped the hot brew.“It’s her job description, not a snide remark. We’ve got twenty-three days until you—”“Shhh!” Vance gave his brother a severe look. “Beth is asleep upstairs.”“I didn’t hear her come in last night.”“We got in about 4:00 this morning. Spent the evening by the lake after we finished house-hunting.”“Is she going to hang around today? We don’t know when Emilie will be coming by.”“Don’t worry. Beth has plans this afternoon with her grandmother or something. She’ll be gone before noon, but I want to let her sleep in.”“Too late for that, sweetie.” A head of flaxen-blond hair appeared around the kitchen doorway, followed by Bethany’s slim form wrapped in one of Vance’s gray sweatshirts.She scrunched up her bare toes as she crossed the terra cotta tiles of the kitchen floor and grabbed a coffee cup from the rack. “What’s all the hush-hush about this morning? Don’t tiptoe around on my account.” She smiled up at Daniel and sidled past him.Vance pushed back his chair so Bethany could snuggle on his lap. Their faces fused in a kiss that fogged up Vance’s wire-rimmed glasses.“Morning, Beth,” Daniel said. “Sorry if we woke you.”“It doesn’t matter what time I go to bed, Daniel. I can’t sleep past eight no matter what.”Vance gave him a pointed glance over the top of Bethany’s rumpled curls. Point taken. Clam up about Emilie for now.“Well, those of us who actually have to commute to work better get moving. Have a nice day, you two. Vance, I’ll check in later.”“Bye, bro. Chill a little, okay? You work too hard.”Daniel rolled his eyes. Bethany waved then wrapped herself around Vance again. Daniel left the house without a second glance from either of them.As he walked across the lawn toward his car, he scooped up the morning paper. The headline of the Cypress Express immediately caught his eye—
DANGER LURKING IN OAK HAVEN PARK.Late night jogger reports encounter with rabid dog.
A quick scan of the copy confirmed his fears. Someone had seen Vance in wolf form before Daniel reached him. The man hadn’t been injured, but the encounter scared him enough to go to the police. The final paragraph of the article assured residents that the mayor had authorized extra police patrols in the park.Daniel sighed and climbed into his car, tossing the paper across the front seat. He thought of the windowless basement room where Vance had spent two of his three-night curse this month. The steel padlock had been torn from the hinges, bent with an otherworldly strength. If Daniel hadn’t found his grandfather’s grimoire and hastily fashioned the holding spell for the silver chain, Vance might have hurt someone. And if Emilie Swanson didn’t come up with a cure in twenty-three days or less, he’d have to consider more drastic measures to keep Vance safe during the next full moon.He definitely needed to stop by Mystikal Excursions and check on her progress, whether she liked it or not.
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You can find WOLFSBANE: UNLEASH THE WOLF at:
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Coming soon to other ebook retailers.

Holiday pricing!

From now until January 1st – More Than a Fantasy and Seven Days in Sydney are only $0.99!



Researcher Tess Ronson has been given a golden opportunity. When she agrees to have her consciousness downloaded into a prototype android body, she’s thrilled by the scientific and medical possibilities. The body, nicknamed Sydney by its creator, is physically perfect and stunningly beautiful, two things Tess is not.


For a week she lives a life she’s only dreamed of and learns far more about her own burning sexuality and untamable spirit than she thought possible. But after seven days in Sydney she also discovers the consequences of giving herself over to her every wicked desire.

 

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When her fantasy man offers her freedom, will Mara pay the price?


Forced into exile on a private Aegean island, Mara Zander longs for freedom. Prince Tiran of Atlantis has watched the red haired beauty from afar for weeks. When he breaks the centuries old law that forbids contact with humans, he discovers he’ll have to compete with his brother, Poseidon, to win Mara’s heart and set her free.




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And still free to borrow for Amazon Prime Members!

Now in Print!

I'm thrilled to announce my full length paranormal romance, INTERVIEW WITH A GARGOYLE, is now available in Print!

The Long and the Short Reviews had this to say about it:

Interview with a Gargoyle is a super amazing story with fascinating characters and a love between two kindred souls. The details were superb, the editing squeaky clean, and the dialogue brisk, entertaining and insightful to the characters. There is nothing I didn't like about this book. It's surprisingly fresh, innovative and just plain fun.









Here's a teaser:

“Run! Get out of here while you can.” Palmer’s strangled command stopped Melodie halfway around the front display counter. She skidded to a halt and glanced back over her shoulder. DeWitt had Palmer by the stretchy collar of his T-shirt and was lifting his linebacker body about a foot off the floor.
Ignoring Palmer’s gasping and his ineffectual kicks, DeWitt turned his predatory gaze on Mel. “I only want the jewel. Don’t make me hurt him to prove how desperate I am.”
And there went her escape plan. In a strange way, Palmer had saved her life, and weird as he was, she couldn’t let him suffer on her account. “Jewel? You’re looking for a jewel?” Why hadn’t he just said so in the first place?
“The Cabochon is a cursed jewel. It will bring you nothing but tragedy. Hand it over to me, and you’ll escape its curse.”
“Ah, okay. I think I know what you’re talking about. The Gogmar gave me something in the alley, right before he…died.”
Tortured eyes searched hers, and she had the distinct impression he could see into her soul. The oddly naked feeling made her shiver.
“It gave you the Cabochon?”
“It gave me a sapphire. Now, put Palmer down gently, and I’ll give it to you if you promise to leave us alone, okay?”
She made a “down boy” gesture with both hands.
“If you give me the Cabochon, I promise, you’ll never see me again.”
That seemed reasonable to Mel, but apparently not to Palmer, who still dangled in midair.“Don’t do it, Melodie. He’s pure evil. He’ll kill us both if we give him what he wants.”
“Oh, please.” DeWitt dropped Palmer then, totally ignoring the “gently” part of Mel’s request. “Get over yourself, demon hunter. There’s nothing pure about me.”
Clutching his chest, from which DeWitt had likely ripped a handful of hair, Palmer slithered away along the floor. With a lot more bravado than she felt, Mel inched back into the kitchen and put herself between DeWitt and Marty, who still sat grinning like a fool on the very edge of the center workstation.
“Okay. Nice and easy,” she said, holding up her hands like this was an old-fashioned stickup. Since it appeared the only weapon DeWitt possessed was Palmer’s sword, she probably could have made a break for it, but she really was more than willing to part with whatever it was Creature Boy had given her.
“It’s in my pocket.” She reached slowly for the gem that the Gogmar had pressed into her hand. DeWitt’s tawny gaze followed her movements, skeptical but anxious.
Judging by his expression, Mel held all the power. He wanted the cursed jewel just as badly as she wanted to get rid of it. When her cold fingers scraped the crumb-dusted bottom seam of her apron pocket, her heart shriveled a little. With a reassuring smile for DeWitt, she felt to the left, then to the right. Nothing.
She held open her pocket and glanced inside. There was nothing there but a few shards of antler and a little ball of bright green lint. “Um…”
DeWitt’s accusatory glare made her spine tingle. “You lied to me, lass.” The timbre of his voice brought to mind the windswept hillsides of Scotland and the icy depths of a cold hell. He was not amused.
“I did have it. I swear. It must have fallen out of my pocket in the alley. It’s probably still out there under the…ooze.”
DeWitt wasn’t buying it. His ire wilted her. Under his alluring golden gaze, she felt guilty.“I swear, I don’t have it.”
“Yes, you do.” The accusation hung in the sweet-scented air of the kitchen for a second; then DeWitt lunged for her.
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