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Happy Release Day! The Vendetta

Very thrilled to announce that my contemporary erotic romance The Vendetta, Blood Vows Book One is now available from No Boundaries Press!

The O’Reiley’s and the Dardano families have always despised each other, turning New York City into a war zone and dividing the loyalties of the biggest families in organized crime. When mob princess Brianna O’Reiley’s husband is murdered under the patriarch Bernardo Dardano’s orders, she vows vengeance on the family that has destroyed hers.
Trying to regroup after her loss, Brianna leaves her young son William with her family and leaves the city to spend some time alone. A snow storm blows in and she crashes into another car on the road. Both she and the other driver are unharmed and take shelter from the storm where Brianna allows herself for just one night, to forget her tragedy in this stranger’s arms.
They part, neither knowing the other’s identity only to discover in a cruel twist of fate that the passionate stranger who helped her through her grief is none other than Alessandro Dardano, the eldest son of Bernardo, returned to New York from running his father’s business overseas to now take his place as Bernardo’s successor.
And Brianna is now pregnant with his child.http://noboundariespressstore.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=200

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/The-Vendetta-Blood-Vows-ebook/dp/B0080B6JQK/ref=sr_1_7?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1336172834&sr=1-7

Barnes And Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-vendetta-e-jamie/1110604533?ean=2940014470537

Contest: Win A Copy Of The Vendetta!

You've seen it featured on Six Sentence Sunday, now I'm thrilled to announce that my contemporary erotic romance The Vendetta, Blood Vows One will be available this Friday May 4th from No Boundaries Press!!! http://noboundariespressstore.com/

In preparation for it's release there's a contest bonanza going on! On both my personal and author pages on FB there are contests going on where you can win an advanced copy as well as twitter too so check those out. All winners will be chosen at midnight tonight. How about a contest here on my blog where you can win your very own ebook copy? I'll post a steamy excerpt and all you have to do is leave a comment with your e-mail addy and I'll pick a winner Friday at midnight!


“Make sure you’re sure because once we start, I won’t let you go until neither one of us can move anymore.”

She shook now, but with full blown desire, rather than nervousness. Her juices warmed the skin of her inner thighs. “I want you,” Bree told him. “I’m sure.”

He pulled her closer and covered her center with his mouth, heat and wet
over heat and wet.

Bree’s knees buckled, but he held her tight, supporting her as his tongue slid up inside of her.
“Oh God…” she whispered, her hands moving down to cup his head and urge him closer. “Please…”
With his teeth, he gently sucked her clitoris into his mouth and Bree arched back, shocked, wanting and more alive than she’d felt in weeks. He took a long finger and eased it into her as his mouth worked insistently over her. She sucked in her breath, her eyes falling closed and yet she wanted to watch him, wanted to watch his dark head bent with purpose as her blood sang through her veins.

He stopped and looked up at her, his face damp and smiling. “Oh darling, I’m going to fuck this delicious body so well that we’ll both be feeling it for days after we leave here.”

She leaned down and kissed him, tasting herself, not wanting to speak of goodbyes. She urged him back to where he had been, and he complied.

Bree couldn’t breathe. Her entire being was centered on the heat of his mouth, wet and purposeful between her legs and that finger…now two fingers pumping slowly inside of her. “Oh…fuck…” she moaned. Her hands weaved through his hair, thick and lush, the smell of coconut and sex wafting up to tease her nostrils.

He pulled back slightly and his thumb worked magic on the swollen nub of nerves at her center. Slow and round in torturous circles. His mouth came up to kiss her stomach, yet his fingers remained where they were, spreading her open, playing with the moisture and swollen flesh he found there.

His tongue dipped into her belly button, making Bree curl inward with a squeal. He looked up at her, and Bree found herself blissfully drowning in smiling eyes the color of dark caramel.

“Should I let you come, darling?” he asked, running his tongue just above her pubic bone, making the area tighten eagerly.

“Yes…please. I’m soooo close,” she moaned desperately. Oh God, the man
knew what he was doing down there. She felt delicious, free, alive. She didn’t have to censor that greedy part of herself. She felt unrestrained, unencumbered by what everyone else wanted her to be. Here, for this night, with this man, she could just…be.

He ran the tip of his tongue over her swollen clitoris. Bree’s fingers tightened in his hair. “I would love to know what you look like when you come, love.” He gave one sharp thrust with his fingers, adding a third.
“Do you scream?” Another sharp pump. “Do you tremble?” Thrust.

Bree held her breath. Once more and she’d go over.

“But no. I believe I want to be inside of you when you come the first time,” and with that, he pulled his fingers out.

“Son of a bitch!” Bree cried in stunned frustration.

He smiled at her. “The kitten has claws. I like that.”

“Kitten, huh?” Bree said, her eyes narrowing. “Get on your back, Prince Charming.” She shoved at him, feeling her swollen center tremble a little as she moved over him. She undid the buttons of his shirt, kissing her way down, watching the hard muscles in his chest and stomach contract from the heat of her mouth. His erection was full and thick against the zipper of his pants. Bree closed a hand over the bulge and heard him hiss. She rubbed slowly. “I wonder if I could make you come just like this?”

“Fuckin’ ‘ell…” he groaned, his eyes closed tight in ecstasy.

“Or will I have to work for it?” Bree ran a dark fingernail over the metal teeth of his zipper, easing it down less than an inch.

His hips bucked upward.

“How tight is your control, hmm? Will this do it? Or maybe when I wrap my fingers around you?” The zipper came down a little further. “Or my mouth?”

“Jesus Christ,” he sighed when his cock sprang free.

Bree reached out and circled the thick shaft with her fingers. “Oh. Jesus Christ is right. God, you’re beautiful.”

He was heavy and so very hot in her hand, like burnt steel covered in leather. Her mouth actually watered, wanting to taste him, to have him fuck her with this beautiful shaft. “How ready are you to burst?” Bree ran her thumb over the top of his damp cock’s head.

“Oh darling, you just wait until I get inside of you.”

“I wonder if you’ll last that long?” she purred, heady at the sense of power his moans were giving her. She reached back and cupped the heavy sac at the base of his cock.

“God damn it.”

Bree reached down and gave the head of his cock a slow lick, giving his balls a small squeeze at the same time.

“No, that’s it. Enough, you wicked little tease.” He grabbed her and turned her over onto her back. He pulled his shirt off, allowing her a small moment to appreciate the deliciously chiselled beauty of his broad muscled body.

Bree gave a small thrilled laugh. Oh, to be wanted again this badly. How god damned good it felt.

“We’ll go slow later, love. Right now, I’m dying to punish your teasing with a good, hard fucking. Shall we?” he growled as she ran her fingers through the dark soft hairs of his chest as he moved over her.

“Yes,” she sighed, lifting her hips so that she rubbed against him.

“Yes what, sunshine?” he asked, rubbing the head of his cock against her wet pussy.

Her body thrummed with the need to say the words, to shout them to the sky. “Fuck me. I want you to fuck me; come inside of me now.”

He pushed her thighs apart. “Wrap yourself around me.”

Bree wrapped her legs around his waist just as his long, thick cock filled her. “Oh good God,” She whimpered into his neck. He was so tall that her face buried in his chest when he lunged up over her, thrusting all the way up inside of her.

“Fucking Christ,” he growled into her hair. For a second, neither of them could move.

He feels so good, Bree thought, clenching around the hard thing inside of her. She felt so full, so absolutely full and impaled that her body was already shaking. He pulled back, lowering his mouth to hers before thrusting up hard again.

“So wet….so tight…” he remarked through clenched teeth. Her grabbed her hands and pinned them up above her head, trapping her, raising her breasts.

Bree arched beneath him, her eyes fluttering closed as sensations too powerful to control barrelled through her. “Oh….Oh…fuck….Oh I’m…”

His thrusts grew faster, more powerful and she was so near the edge that he didn’t need to stroke her, but only ground against her for a few minutes, alternately pounding her as well.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he urged, his body hot and damp above her. She was utterly drunk on his scent, on the feeling of him pushing and pounding, driving into her with a fierce passionate rhythm. The roughness of his body scraping deliciously against her soft skin. He was strong and hot everywhere, rubbing, rubbing her from the inside out, and Bree knew she was going to die if she couldn’t touch him, brand him as he was branding her.

“Let me…Oh God…Let me touch you,” she flexed her fingers, willing him to let go of her wrists.

He released his hold on her, and Bree grabbed his behind, pulling him into her, undulating with him in a dance that stole the breath from her body, squeezing her muscles tight around his cock. His eyes met hers, glazed with passion, and Bree was on the knife edge of her orgasm. Her breath was coming in shallow, desperate pants. Air was secondary, this burning need churning through her held claim over all her senses and then she was screaming. He angled his hips, his cock scraping against her center with every hard, deep shove down, and then Bree was arching and screaming and clawing at him in a rush of delicious explosions that rocked her to her very soul. His eyes were locked on her, watching
her, and the intensity in his gaze frightened her and yet intensified the explosions that shot through her like electric fire through her veins.

She was sated and sweaty, staring up at him in shocked surprise at the force of what they had generated and were still generating between them. It was more than the orgasm, more than his body that continued his thrusting, hard and achingly full inside of her. She’d known love. She’d known passion, and she’d known casual sex. This was different. There was something here that scared her with its intensity. Bree tightened her grip on his hips, urging him on, wishing with her body for things she could never promise. She would say goodbye to him tomorrow, and that would be the end of it because she would never go through a loss like Michael again. Not ever. Anything she was starting to feel for this stranger would simply dissipate when they got back to their separate lives. Forever. Her soul cried out for forever as she moved with him. Bree buried her face in his chest and shivered with both pleasure and fear. No. Never again.

Six Sentence Sunday

Finished up edits for my contemporary erotic romance The Vendetta-Blood Vows Book One so it should be coming in the next few weeks from No Boundaries Press. Very exciting! Let's continue with another peek this weekend, shall we?


“We have nothing!” Bree reached out and slapped him with all her might.   He couldn’t know the baby she carried was his. Not ever. Alessandro’s dark eyes flashed angrily at her for a split second, making Bree’s insides tense in anticipation of his rage, but then he smiled at her, his hand going to her thigh. “Well, I was hoping we’d get to know each other a little better before delving into S & M, but I’m game if you are, sunshine.”

Six Sentence Sunday

This week's six is another peek at my upcoming contemporary erotic romance The Vendetta, coming soon from No Boundaries Press. Here we having Brianna...um...dealing with her anger as only Brianna can.


 Her entire body was a live wire of rage. She was so furious she was almost numb.

 So numb that she didn’t even feel herself reaching for the gun she had pulled out of the glove compartment and pocketed.

 So numb that she didn’t feel herself lift the gun and aim.

 So numb that she saw nothing, but his eyes, staring back at her in wide eyed surprise and confusion.

 She felt so numb she didn’t even feel herself pull the trigger.




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Guest Starring: Sarah Ballance

I cannot tell you what a treat it is to have author Sarah Ballance here on my blog today! She is without a doubt one of my favorite new authors and I know she'll be one of yours too. So without further ado, I bring you the ridiculously talented Sarah Ballance.


YAY! I'm excited to be here. Thank you for not blocking the door! *grin*

Never! You have a standing invitation in the hopes that some of your awesomeness rubs off on me. What is a typical 'writing' day in the life of Sarah Ballance like?

Oh, if only I had a "typical" LOL! But therein lies the beauty. (That passes for optimism, right? LOL!) Okay, in theory I work on interviews, promo, and admin stuff in the morning until about 10am, which is when I gather the troops (my brood of six kids) to start homeschooling. I check in throughout the day to hang out with readers, but don't dig in to my WIP most days until after dinner, at which point my husband takes over the kids so I can work. Most of my "real" writing takes place between 8pm and midnight.

SIX kids??? And you home school them? I don't think I can ever complain about time management again. What inspired your current release?

TIDE OF LIES is actually a byproduct of the last Noble Romance Authors blog tour. Each of the tour authors were to write a 10k novella with the "Timeless Desire" theme. My story, FAMILIAR LIGHT, refused to be contained to just 10k words, and the spillover became TIDE OF LIES. Although a continuation, TIDE OF LIES also stands alone. However, if readers want to the catch the beginning, FAMILIAR LIGHT is just $1.50 from Noble Romance. *grin*

I can totally relate to stories running away from you! What was the first book your ever wrote, and has it seen the light of day?

My first piece of fiction has, in fact, seen the light of day. I wrote a romance after I heard myself say I couldn't write fiction (so, basically on a quest to prove myself wrong). I finished it in six months and submitted it *only* to get my crit partner to stop asking if I'd sent it off yet. Imagine my surprise when that lone query turned into a contract on the first try and was released a few months later. Yep, that's right—my first piece, DOWN IN FLAMES, is out there for *all* the world to see. Eeep! (In fact, excluding new ideas and my WIP, everything I've written has been published.)

You're lucky I like you, or I'd be totally hating your guts right now. (laughs) Describe your perfect writing place.

I've come across two I love. The first is our truck. I discovered while my two oldest kids were at horseback riding lessons (and my mom had the other four) I could gain some serious wordage sitting there alone with the windows down and mood music playing. Now, even when I'm at home I love the chance to go outside and sit in the truck! LOL. My other favorite spot is on our boat. I can lounge inside at the dinette in total comfort with a fresh sea breeze blowing through (or if it's hot, I can shut the windows and turn on the a/c, lol) and listen to the gulls call and the moorings creak. Even without leaving the marina, it's another world on the water and I can't imagine a more perfect place to write.

A truck? That has got to be the most original place I've ever heard. The boat. Le sigh. Sounds blissful. As long as it's docked. You can't get me on a boat while it's moving. (shudders) What advice would you give to newbies?

Find a crit partner who can respect your voice but isn't afraid to give you honest feedback, then learn from those critiques. Stick to your guns when it counts—don't compromise your story—but don't be afraid to take suggestions that will improve your work. Too many authors don't want to hear criticism, but it's through criticism we learn and grow.

You definitely need to develop a thick skin in this business and be open to constructive criticism! What are you working on now?

I'm finishing up LAST CALL, a romantic suspense coming soon to For the Muse Publishing. Once I send that off for edits, I'm going to simultaneously tackle NEXT OF KIN (a longer romantic suspense of about 60k) and STAY THE NIGHT (a paranormal romance I'm releasing as a free read). I also need to find time to write the sequel to HAWTHORNE—I have readers asking for that one!

I have this one in my TBR pile! Cannot wait to read it!

Thank you so much for allowing me to visit today. I'd like to let your readers know I have weekly gift card giveaways at my blog, and all you have to do to enter is subscribe by email. You are automatically eligible every week for as long as you remain a subscriber—it doesn't get any easier than that! I hope you all have a fantastic day, and I thank you for allowing me to be a small part of it. ;c)

The gift card contest is the coolest thing! Loved having you visit my humble abode and we need to do this again soon!



TIDE OF LIES | blurb

A devastating secret. A shocking betrayal. A deadly obsession.

Haunted by three unsolved murders, Detective Holden Whitlow is stunned when his cold case takes a heated turn. Julia Cohen, his ex-lover, is back in town, and in the face of a brutal attack she's ready to run. No matter how tightly she holds her secrets, for Holden, turning away from the woman he's spent a decade trying to forget isn't any more an option than walking away from his job . . .even when it threatens to cost Julia her life.

Julia is still reeling from a past she can't bear to face. When she becomes the target of a killer, fate throws her back into Holden's arms, but she's yet to recover from a truth that has stripped her of everything—and everyone—she loves. Will she tell him the secret that will destroy him, or will her lie destroy them both?

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SARAH BALLANCE | about
Sarah and her husband of almost fifteen what he calls "long, long" years live on the mid-Atlantic coast with their six young children, all of whom are perfectly adorable when they're asleep. She often jokes that she writes to be around people who will listen to her, but her characters aren't much better than her kids. Fortunately, her husband is quite supportive, having generously offered to help her research "the good parts" . . . and she's never had to ask twice.
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Six Sentence Sunday

For this week's six we have another peek at my upcoming contemporary erotic romance The Vendetta. Brianna and Alessandro come face to face again. Strangers no more...



She recognized the curve of that ear, the slant of that cheekbone, the sharp angle of that jaw.

And then he looked at her and Bree stumbled backwards as if punched in the stomach.

Father. He’d called Bernardo father. His son. Hissonhissonhissonhissonhisson.




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Six Sentence Sunday

In this week's six, we have Bree struggling with her decision to share some very important news with the sexy stranger she shared one explosive, passionate night with.

Bree sat in bed, staring at the note with the numbers that would connect her to him once again.
She didn't dare.
Didn't he have a right to know?
She could so easily fall in love with him.
No, never again.
She missed him so much.


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Six Sentence Sunday

In this week's six we follow Bree as she's about to get the shock of her life...well, one of them anyway. (evil grin)


"Awwww, mommy's still got the foo," Will explained; popping up beside Meggie who had rushed to follow Bree to the bathroom.

"The foo huh?" Meggie asked, Bree meeting her skeptical gaze in the mirror as she splashed cold water on her face. "So, dare I ask if I'm gonna be an aunt?" Her brown eyes were shining with both sympathy and happiness.

"Oh God," Bree groaned burying her face in her hands.


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Six Sentence Sunday

For this week's six sentence Sunday snippet, I give you another peek at my upcoming contemporary erotic romance The Vendetta AND you get a look at the cover!!!!




Last night, Bree had been taken. Thoroughly, utterly taken. Gently or roughly, it didn't matter. This man had reached into the darkest part of her mind where the desires she admitted to no one but herself in her most secret quiet moments were brought out and laid bare. Her hunger had been allowed to run free. There'd been no guilt, no remorse.



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Six Sentence Sunday

Another yummy six from my upcoming contemporary erotic romance The Vendetta, for your reading pleasure!


Alessandro was drunk on this woman. He felt suffused with her heat, her scent. Green apples and vanilla. The soft moans in the back of her throat, the sting of her nails in his back. Her eyes meeting his. He could drown in those eyes.

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