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Guest: Tara Quan Shares “Submissive On Display”

Please join me in welcoming author Tara Quan, whose latest book is Submissive on Display.Tara is new to me, though the 1-Night Stand series from Decadent Publishing is not. I am really excited to read her book, and the excerpt at the end of this post is going to make you excited as well. Tara was a well-prepared guest, and she sent me her letter to you, so I’m publishing it here. Take it away, Tara…

It’s been an age since I’ve had a new release. Like my heroine Naomi Price, I’d allowed life to get in the way of what I love, resulting in a significant production gap since Fireworks at Midnight came out last year. Perhaps for that reason, I’ve allowed my naughty side to run amuck in Submissive On Display.

Part of Decadent Publishing’s 1-Night Stand Series, my interracial BDSM romance is set in Las Vegas at the renowned Carnivore Club, a multi-author world first penned by Kate Richards. Despite my best efforts to be dark and kinky, I only succeeded at the latter. A light-hearted play on the reluctant lovers trope, my novella is a romantic comedy, replete with a Dom in distress, a reluctant submissive on a white horse, and an adorable German shepherd determined to unite the two.

To celebrate my return to BDSM romance, I’m giving away a $15 gift card. To enter, leave a comment here and drop your details in the Rafflecopter widget at the bottom of this post.

Submissive on Display by Tara Quan

After a disastrous engagement and ensuing public breakup knocks him off this year’s list of Boston’s most eligible bachelors, Luka Petrovich’s confidence in women is at an all-time low. With a psycho ex-fiancé stalking him at every BDSM club, he embraces a prolonged hiatus from his social life. The last thing he expects is to fall into bed with his dog’s sexy sitter. Craving more after the first taste, he can’t wait to handcuff her to his bed. There’s one problem—she’s not a submissive.

Veterinary student Naomi Price is too busy juggling part-time jobs and a full course- load to have a relationship. Though she’s crushed on her client’s gorgeous owner for close to a year, their accidental night together couldn’t have come at a worse moment. With his sexual preferences fodder for countless tabloid blogs, she knows exactly how to keep this Dominant at an arm’s length. So she tells the biggest lie of her life, turns in her notice, and escapes on a vacation to Las Vegas.

At the Carnivore Club, two exhibitionists meet for a one-night stand, unaware their compatibility stretches far beyond a simple limit list. When their identities are revealed, a reluctant sub must face public spanking for her deceit, and accept several delectable wrinkles in her best-laid plans.

Genre: BDSM Romance, Romantic Comedy, Interracial/Multicultural

Buy Links: Amazon | ARe | B&N | Decadent | iTunes | Kobo | GoodReads

About the Author

Globetrotter, lover of languages, and romance author, Tara Quan has an addiction for crafting tales with a pinch of spice and a smidgen of kink. Inspired by her travels, Tara enjoys tossing her kick-ass heroines and alpha males into exotic contemporary locales, paranormal worlds, and post-apocalyptic futures. Her characters, armed with magical powers or conventional weapons, are guaranteed a suspenseful and sensual ride, as well as their own happily ever after. Learn more at www.taraquan.com

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An excerpt is in order — you’re gonna love this.

His breath scorched her skin. “Kiss me, and I’ll forgive you.”

She caught her lower lip between her teeth. “No. We can’t do this. Not again.”

“Why not?” He bit her neck. The stab of pain sent a shiver down her spine. “You want to.”

Catching the anger underlying his words, she recognized the punishment for what it was. He’d marked her on purpose. Angling her head so she could look into his eyes, she murmured, “Why are you…. What happened?”

He tightened his hold on her hair. “I got the email about you quitting. A bit wimpy, don’t you think?” His other hand smoothed over her torso to settle on her waist. “You even had it routed through the agency instead of telling me yourself.”

Shit. She’d given strict instructions for them to forward her notice tomorrow, when she would be on the opposite side of the country, vacationing in Las Vegas. Firming her lips to keep them from trembling, she battled with a sudden surge of guilt and regret.

She didn’t want to quit. After all, she loved Bear, and the extra money went a long way toward keeping her student loans under control. But the decision was long overdue. Nursing a crush on Luka had been fine when he’d had a fiancée, rendering him off-limits and risk-free. Even after his engagement crashed and burned, the public fallout had kept him too distracted to notice her existence.

But he’d bounced back these past months, and their physical chemistry seemed on the verge of escalating to a more permanent arrangement. The moment he found out she shared his lifestyle, her hopes of keeping him at an arm’s length would turn to dust.

Why did she have to snag a drop-dead gorgeous Dom as a client?

With a nudge on her hip, he spun her around. Fear skittered down her back as he caught her chin and forced her to meet his gaze. “Why won’t you work for me anymore?”

Her breath hitched. “I…. Umm…. My course work’s a bit overwhelming, and finals are coming up. I need to cut back—”

He placed his index finger over her lip. “Don’t lie, Naomi. Did you quit because of what happened last Friday?”

She swallowed the lump in her throat. “I had a lot of reasons.” Falling into bed with him might top the list, but she saw no benefit in elaborating. “I should get going. My flight is in a few hours.”

His brows drew together. “Why are you running from this?” Though the volume remained consistent, his voice deepened. Shortened syllables gave his gruff question a menacing edge.

Since her knees threatened to give, she leaned on the glass. “How about the classic reason? I’m not interested in you.”

He trailed the pad of his thumb down the line of her neck, stopping at the zipper that held the sides of her hoodie together.

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Six of the Best – From Rescued by the Spy

Hello, everyone. Welcome back to my blog, and this week’s Six of the Best post. For Six of the Best, a variety of authors are sharing six paragraphs from a published work or a work in progress. This week, I’m sharing six paragraphs from Rescued by the Spy, my action-adventure, sci-fi, erotic romance. This segment is from the first page, wherein Nina is trying to get home via a shortcut through a dark tunnel.

Sweat trickled down Nina’s spine and between her breasts as she hurried toward the open end of the tunnel. The footsteps weren’t furtive, but were easily keeping pace with her. She gritted her teeth, primal fear mixing with self-preservation instinct. In front of her, a shadow moved, and she knew, even as she gasped and came to a clumsy halt, that she was in deep trouble.

“Hey, lady,” the man snarled. He was only two-and-a-half meters in front of her, but she couldn’t quite make out his features yet.

“What do you want?” she demanded, trying to keep her voice modulated and not quite accomplishing it. “Let me pass. If you want my groceries or credits, I’ll give them to you. Just let me go.”

He laughed, and the sound forced a frisson of fear from Nina’s tailbone to her scalp. The other footsteps had stopped just as the man came into view. His face was broad, his hair light brown, his eyes light, too, but she couldn’t tell what color. He wore a thick moustache, and one side lifted as he grinned. “What do you think, boys?” he asked.

Nina looked over her shoulders to find three other men stood nearby, all wearing the same tight-fitting jeans and pseudo-leather jacket as their leader. They smirked and shook their heads.

“Sorry, lady, but we’re not interested in groceries,” the headman said. “And you couldn’t possibly have enough credits.” He nodded, and the three thugs behind her grabbed for Nina.

For more Rescued by the Spy check out Amazon.com, and Amazon.co.uk.

This hop is meant for all genres, so follow along the trail and get some looks into all kinds of books. The hop is small, but mighty.

The Book Gourmet – August 27, 2015

First Course – The Amuse Bouche

Kiki’s Millionaire (by Patricia Green): “He steps in to help her and something happens that lights up the night like a neon cupid.”

Hooked (Decadence Nights, Book 1) (by Maddie Taylor): “Hopelessly oblivious to what has been staring them in the face for three long years, Joseph and Olivia continue their aimless search for love until one night, while a storm brews outside another rages inside as their paths converge at Club Decadence.”

Second Course — The Appetizer

Whether you’ve been following the Cassie books throughout, or you’ve never heard of them, you’ll find the latest of these wonderful stories sharp, sassy, and satisfying. They’re spanking romances with a tender heart. In book seven, Cassie’s adventures take on a darker tone when she disappears. Her loving husband, Tom, hardly knows what to do. What if the police can’t find her or save her from being harmed?

You can pick up a copy of Cassie’s Ordeal by PK Corey at Amazon today.

Third Course — The Entrée

Don’t miss your chance to play The Name Game and name one of the characters in the novel I’m working on now. To play, simply follow along with my blog tour, leaving your name and email address on each day’s posts on various blogs. Simple as that. One person who comments the most will get to name one of the more colorful of the characters in the book. If you think you have a wild and crazy name for a drag queen (yes, really), comment with your own name and email address. If you also happen to be a subscriber to my blog/newsletter list (see above, right), you’ll get to name TWO characters! Imagine seeing your ideas in my book. You’ll get a free copy of the novel as well. So go here for daily updates to the blogs to visit. The contest closes on Saturday the 29th at noon EDT. Good luck!

Fourth Course — The Dessert

So last week I was in Banff with my husband and one of my daughters. We had a splendid time. Now I’m back to work, still gathering info and doing research on the murder mystery erotic romance I’m working on. This book has to be well researched and carefully plotted out. Murder mysteries take a lot of planning and forethought. After so many years of spanking romances and sci-fi romances, some of which have had the mystery theme, it’s fun to try something a bit more focused that will, hopefully, catapult me to fame and fortune. Well…maybe get me closer anyway. Once I get the book written, I might ask my blog subscribers to give it a good title. If you haven’t signed up for the blog/newsletter subscription, now’s a good time.

Wishing you all the best of weekends!

Guest: Celeste Jones Brings Correcting the Coeds

Celeste Jones writes the funniest, smartest books in the spanking romance genre. They never fail to make me laugh and turn the pages as fast as I can read. She’s got a long-ish excerpt to share with us today. But she starts with this caveat:

With Apologies To Our Friends To the North

In my latest book, Back to Her Future, which is part of Correcting The Coeds, a collection of spanking romance stories set on college campuses in the 1950s with stories by Sue Lyndon, Cara Bristol, Renee Rose and me, Astrid is an American college student in 2016 who is transported back to 1956. To explain her unusual behavior, she tells the hero, Richard “Dick” Johnson, that she’s an exchange student from Canada. With apologies to my Canadian friends, I’ve got a few excerpts to share where basically, Canada is blamed for everything.

Exiting the building, she nearly ran into Dick as he arrived for their date. The campus clock tower struck seven.

“Oh,” she said, taking a step back and looking him over. He wore freshly pressed pants, a crisp white shirt, tie and jacket. His shoes shone so brightly she could see herself. “Y-you look nice.”

“Thank you,” he said. “So do you.”

“I-I’m wearing the same clothes I had on all day. I feel bad that I didn’t dress up as much as you did.” She gave herself a mental kick in the butt for not realizing how different things were in 1956. It wasn’t as though she had an extensive wardrobe to choose from anyway, but she still felt self-conscious since he’d gone to so much trouble.

He took her hand and squeezed it. “You’ll be the prettiest girl there.” He tucked her hand into the crook of his arm and led them toward the movie theater across from campus. The texture of his jacket reminded her of one she’d bought at a vintage clothing shop the year before.

I wonder if I can stock up on this stuff to take back with me. I’d make a fortune. If I ever go back, that is.

She stroked her hand along his forearm, reveling in the rich fabric.

“You Canadian girls are awfully forward,” Dick said, removing her hand from his arm and clasping her fingers in his at his side while they walked.

Astrid blinked. Forward?

“I’m sorry,” she said, stifling a giggle. “I hope I have not offended you.” She nearly snorted.

Dick stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and turned to face her, his expression stern. “A young lady’s reputation is her most valuable asset. She ought not to be doing anything to give the impression that she is…forward.”

“Dick,” she said, “I hope you don’t think this is too forward of me, but would you mind if I called you Richard?”

He paused and studied her for a moment before a slow smile turned up the corners of his mouth. “I think that would be nice,” he said. “Any particular reason why?”

Because saying Dick Johnson makes me giggle. “Um, well, in Canada, we’re much more formal, um. Eh?”

“Then Richard it is. And do you have a formal name?”

“No, I’m just Astrid. It’s a very formal name in Canada.”

* * *

They arrived at a crosswalk and just before they stepped into the street, a car stopped right in front of them, splashing water on Astrid’s skirt.

In an instant, she transformed from sweet, 1956 Astrid, to street-smart 2016 Astrid. She slammed her hands on the trunk of the car making a loud thud. “Hey, asshole,” she shouted, “you’re in the crosswalk.”

The driver, an older gentleman in a hat, turned and stared at her, horrified. He looked from Astrid to Richard and back again, then put the car in gear and drove off.

“What a jerk,” Astrid said, turning to Richard, expecting his agreement.

The dark look on his face was her first hint that he was not impressed. “That was quite a show,” he said, his voice low. He grasped her elbow and marched her across the street in the now car-free crosswalk. They entered the campus and he continued to hold her firmly. He steered her to a bench beneath some trees near the library where he sat down and pulled her across his lap.

“What are you doing?” Astrid’s hands touched the ground and she pushed against the earth to raise herself up.

“Hold still,” Richard said, placing a hand between her shoulder blades to keep her in place. His other hand swatted her skirt covered backside several times. Hard. “I don’t know how people act in Canada, but here in the United States, we treat people with respect, particularly our elders. And we most certainly don’t go around calling people a-s-s holes.”

The swats to her backside echoed back from the stone walls of the library. Although she had decided not to talk, Richard had plenty to say. “Astrid, I realize life here is very different from what you are used to in Canada, and you might think our ways are strange, but it’s very important to me that you learn how to get along here in the United States. I would hate for you to offend someone else. You can’t honestly say that pounding on someone’s car—particularly if that someone is an elderly gentleman, and then calling him vulgar names is considered polite behavior in Canada, can you?”

* * *

Using both hands, she pressed against the ground and attempted to return to a standing position, but her plans were thwarted when Richard pulled her closer and tossed the layers of her skirt up until they piled on her lower back. The same cool breeze that had inspired Richard to drape his jacket over her shoulders blew across her buttocks and her flesh quivered, whether from the temperature or anticipation, Astrid dared not say.

“What the—”

In a flash, Astrid’s skirts were brushed back into place and she found herself standing next to Richard, her head spinning a bit from the sudden shift in position and Richard’s change of plans. She studied his face, wondering what disrupted him.

Richard gently took her elbow and they walked silently to the front of the library. “It would be only proper for me to walk you to your dormitory, but I know you said your roommate would be jealous so I will leave you here, if that is okay with you.”

“Um, yes.” Astrid licked her lips, anticipating a good night kiss. “That is very thoughtful of you, Richard.” She slipped his jacket off her shoulders and leaned close to hand it to him, certain that the move would inspire him to kiss her.

He took the jacket in his left hand. With his right, the hand that had been spanking her bottom just a moment before, he shook her hand. “Thank you for a very pleasant evening, Astrid,” he said stiffly before walking away.

A handshake? Astrid stared at her palm and then at Richard’s back as he walked down the sidewalk. A handshake? She’d never felt so completely dissed in her entire life. He had a lot of nerve, spanking her ass and then giving her a handshake like she was his maiden aunt.

Well, she wasn’t going to put up with that. She ran down the sidewalk and grabbed him by the shoulder. “Just what was that about? You spank me and then dump me off at the library with a handshake? I thought you were a nice guy, but you’re just a big jerk like all the others. Like men have been through all phases of time.”

Richard’s face turned beet red. “A-astrid,” he said, obviously straining to maintain eye contact with her, “I hope that before we see each other again you will go shopping for a proper pair of ladies…um…undergarments.” He whispered the last word while staring at the ground. The tops of his ears glowed crimson.

Oh. My. God. Astrid could not bear the idea of stealing underwear from the girls at the gym that morning. Poor, sweet, innocent Richard had expected to see a modest pair of granny panties when he lifted her skirts and instead he was treated to her bare cheeks exposed by a thong.

Much as she wanted to laugh and laugh hard, she knew that doing so, particularly while he was so utterly embarrassed, would be incredibly rude. Astrid stifled her giggles and replied, “Yes, Richard, I will most certainly do that. I apologize if my foreign Canadian ways offended you.”

She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek before turning and heading for the library.

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Doin’ that Blog Tour Thang

Hi, everyone. I’m doing a brief blog tour with the assistance of Sizzling PR, to promote my latest book, Striker. Striker is an murder mystery romance, with erotic and spanking elements. Find out how Jase and Angelica find their way to a satisfying relationship, all while chasing the White Rose Killer. This story has a throwback, gritty detective fiction feel, and yet modern sensibilities.

You won’t find it hinted at on any of the blogs where Striker will be featured this week, but just between you and me, I’ll be giving a unique prize to one person who comments on all the sites (winner will be chosen through Random.org). The prize is a chance to play The Name Game, where you get to name one of the characters in my upcoming novel, currently untitled. The book is a detective murder mystery romance, that takes place in a drag club in Los Angeles. You get to name one of the drag queens! You can be totally outrageous and wild with this name; in fact, the crazier the better. If you are also a subscriber to my blog/newsletter, you’ll get to name TWO characters. (Just be sure you use the same email address for both your subscription and your entries on the blogs.) The cut off period is Saturday the 29th at noon EDT. Remember, this is a surprise giveaway; it won’t be announced on the sites.

Here’s where you can find me this week:

Today (Monday the 24th): Harlie’s Books Direct post link: http://www.harliesbooks.com/posts/excerpt-from-striker-by-patricia-green/

Tuesday: Fictional Rendevous Blog

Jenna’s Journal

Sweet N Sassy Bookaholics

Wednesday: Naughty Librarian

Thursday: My Erotic Notions Blog

Reviews by Crystal

Alice’s Book Wonderland

Friday: Book Junkie Girls

Wild Wordy Women

Comment on every blog to be entered to win and BE SURE TO LEAVE YOUR EMAIL ADDRESS on the blogs (or I won’t be able to notify you). On Monday the 31st, I’ll contact the winner. Please keep an eye out for my email address. It starts with “pig.”

I look forward to seeing you on all the sites. You can pick up a copy of Striker anytime from Amazon, All Romance eBooks, and Barnes and Noble.

Good luck!

Six of the Best – Three dates with Jim for a fixed computer?

Hello, and welcome to another installment of the weekly blog hop, Six of the Best. It’s a hop open to all genres, so you can read a wide variety of entries each and every Sunday. It’s new, so just getting up to speed, but you can enjoy it as it grows.

For my entry this week, I’m sharing six paragraphs from Kiki’s Millionaire, one of my earliest spanking romances. This tells the story of Kiki MacKenzie, famous tech geek Jim Chesterfield, and Kiki’s lack of self-discipline. It all starts with a computer malfunction in a coffee shop…

“You need a good spanking.”

She snorted, this time not even trying to cover it up. “Good luck with that, Mister James Chesterfield.”

Grinning, his confidence didn’t slip a hair. “What’s your name?”

Kiki thought about the safety of telling him for a moment. He wouldn’t be a stalker; he was too prominent for that. “Kiki Mackenzie.”

“Well, Miss Kiki Mackenzie,” he said. “I’ll recover your file if you’ll agree to go out with me three times.”

The file was important. Her boss, Ted Keeting, had made it very clear that one more late project and she was out the door. She only had an hour—no, forty-five minutes—to get it where it needed to go. “Three times?”

Hop along to the other participants’ sites. You might meet someone new!

Hop here:

The Book Gourmet – I’m in Banff!

First Course – The Amuse Bouche

The Delicate Matter of Lady Blayne (by Natasha Blackthorne): “Somewhere between madness and desire lies bliss.”

Unacceptable Behavior (by Morganna Williams): “Come here little girl, we have things to discuss you and I.”

Second Course — The Appetizer

College campuses, circa 1950, were not a place feminists found friendly. In fact, they could be downright male dominated. Imagine that! In this new collection of books by Cara Bristol, Celeste Jones, Renee Rose, and Sue Lyndon, get a taste from that I Love Lucy-style “men are men and women are nervous” tension that leads to spankalicious fun. Correcting the Coeds was released on August 16; it’s waiting for you now.

Third Course — The Entrée

If you missed it, you might want to read my article about the PC trend to muffle artists under the blanket of “cultural appropriation.” If you’ve ever worn an Indian headdress for a costume, a Mexican serape, or a Madras tunic, and you don’t belong in those societies, you’re guilty of stealing someone else’s culture. I give that some thought in my article here.

Fourth Course — The Dessert

I’m away in Banff this week, though still working (as you can see). This is a partial week spent with one of my daughters, playing tourist and taking in the hot springs and the gorgeous mountain vistas. It’s not a long jaunt from Calgary to Banff, but I’d never been before. My husband had to be here for a conference, so it was a natural thing to tag along. While he’s working, my daughter and I are playing! Today, a naturalist boat tour of Lake Minnewanka and a purely Canadian Rockies dinner at a nearby lodge. I’ll be back to Calgary on Friday evening. Look for a post for Six of the Best on Sunday.

Cultural Appropriation, A Writer’s Perspective

As I embark on my newest book, I’m thinking about how I portray some of the characters who live a lifestyle I don’t live. There has been a lot of media lately about “cultural appropriation” and I’m trying to determine how a novelist looks at the politically correct concept in a practical way.

The definition for “cultural appropriation” seems to require that the appropriator intends to mock the culture they’re borrowing from, or that they somehow dilute the natural message of that culture. But is that narrow definition the one the media and general public is using currently? It’s hard to say. It appears to depend on your position in society. If you’re a prominent person, nearly anything you do that involves another culture can be called cultural appropriation. Recently, artworks by Monet came under fire. In paintings, he depicted his wife wearing kimonos. There was a hue and cry from protestors, claiming that it was cultural appropriation to show a white woman wearing Japanese traditional costumes. When I look at the same paintings, do I see a culture being mocked or diluted? No. I see a culture being venerated. So, clearly, I am not with the pack on the meaning or form of cultural appropriation.

Where does that leave me in terms of writing? Well, if you look around, there are a lot of hetero women writers writing about gay relationships, in male/male romances. Is that cultural appropriation, or is it a celebration of that lifestyle? And, what if a writer writes about a doctor, without being a doctor herself? Is that appropriating the medical profession’s culture? Where does it stop? Are white, hetero writers now required to only write white, hetero books? I thought we were bring criticized for lack of diversity! Literature throughout history has traditionally touched on people we find unfamiliar, cultures which fascinate us, and situations which define others. Readers are looking for the exotic and unusual, and, so long as an author does her homework, should she be given the black mark for describing these cultures? Imagine if James Michener was limited that way! So many great works would have to be “burned” in the public square.

Now, I’m no Michener or Monet; I’m a lowly mid-list romance writer. I’m hardly going to be a target for protestors, but I still could get into a little trouble by depicting a culture I don’t live in. So, I’m doing what I can to interview people in the lifestyle I’m trying to portray. I figure, if I get their input and at least get my facts right, I’ll be avoiding the “cultural appropriation” label. At least I hope so.

I’d love to know what you think is cultural appropriation, what crosses the line, and what doesn’t. How does the term apply to the books you read or write? Please comment with your opinion.

Six of the Best – A New Blog Hop for All Genres

Hello! There’s a new blog hop in town, called Six of the Best. It’s a recurring Sunday hop, highlighting authors’ published work or works in progress. Each week, participating authors will share six paragraphs from their stories–all kinds of stories, in all kinds of genres. If you’d like to meet some new authors, find a new one to love, and enjoy snippets from a lot of great books, follow the hop on Sundays. It’s brand new, so there aren’t too many participants yet, but you can ease into it like I will.

For this week, I’m sharing six paragraphs from Striker, my mystery, erotic, spanking romance, released this past May. If you’ve read this book — thank you! — you’ll recognize this segment from the first chapter. It sets up the whole premise of the story, both the mystery and the romance.

I chucked the file and its fresh autopsy report onto my desk and turned away from my cubicle to head for the coffee machine. It was about time for a cup o’ joe and a look at the usual Monday doughnut selection. I realized I’d left my coffee cup on my desk and turned back.

“Are you my daddy?”

The voice came from behind me, so I swiveled, fully expecting that the female with the question was going to be some adolescent who’d mistaken me for another cop. What met my eyes was the last thing I expected: a honey blonde, maybe eighteen, nineteen years old, far too old to be my daughter. And she was smirking at me. “What?”

“I asked, ‘Are you my daddy?’ Didn’t you hear me the first time? Are you deaf or just stupid?”

“Listen, kid, I don’t have time for this. You know I’m not your father. Get lost.”

The captain walked up, and patted the young woman on the back. “Play nice, Striker. This is your new partner, Angelica Piccolino from Vice.”

I hope you enjoyed this little teaser. You can read more about the book, including the back cover copy and an extended excerpt, right here. Or you can pick up the book, or a sample of the book, at Amazon. It’s also available at All Romance eBooks or Barnes and Noble.

Hop along to these fine authors’ sites:

The Book Gourmet – August 13, 2015

Welcome back to The Book Gourmet, your weekly look at books and a little bit about my current events.

First Course – The Amuse Bouche

Tag lines to tickle your tastebuds.

My Vacation in Rio (as yet unpublished – by Patricia Green): Things can get deadly fast in a dream.

Designing Woman (by Elaine Raco Chase): A Saint becomes fascinated with a sinner.

Second Course – The Appetizer

Are you an exercise enthusiast? No? (Me, either, though I really love sports.) Maybe romance books are more your thing. (Mine, too.) If you like spanking romances, then I have one for you. It’s The Coach’s Discipline by Katherine Deane. Published by Stormy Night Publications, it was released last July. It tells the story of Claire Jacobs, marathon runner, who finds herself a coach of a different kind – the spanking kind. Their love affair will keep you entertained for hours. It has a five star rating on Amazon, on 24 reviews. Pick it up here. (Also available as an Audible book.)

Third Course – The Entrée

Continuing on with my focus on the Romantek series, the last one published was Eddie, My Love. It tells the story of Eddie and June, who meet and fall in love in a dream, while solving a murder mystery. It’s fun, set in the 1950s, and will pull you right along with the couple as they play gritty detectives of the film noir variety.

Here’s one of its five star Amazon reviews:

“I really and truly enjoyed this Romantek adventure. The story was great along with the adventure, romance and just the right amount erotica. I hope that you enjoy it as much as I did. It is a definite recommendation.” ~ TiltedHalo54 “deb” See the review here.

Thank you, Deb!

Fourth Course – The Dessert

I’ve begun working on a new book. This one’s a contemporary murder mystery, and involves some interesting people – drag queens. Our two detectives must work with them to find out whodunit. I don’t want to create caricatures of these colorful people, so I’m trying to pin a few down to interview them. It’s remarkably difficult to do, which sort of surprised me. Nevertheless, somehow, some way, I will make their experiences come to life on the pages of this book. The working title is currently, “Fallen Queen.” I’m hoping to sell this one to an entirely different publisher, one who likes erotic murder mysteries. But first, to write the thing!