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Hooked: The Hunt Launch Party Giveaway #1

Morgan Wolf is a man adrift. His life aboard the mega yacht, El Lobo, has become a tedious act of pretense and survival. He wants to think he's overcome beginnings that nearly killed him. He's ready to prove to the world, his father and especially himself that the madness of the past is buried.
Lara Lamb is a young woman who defied convention and expectations for a career she soon found out would suck her soul into an abyss if she didn't make a change. The sea whispered a promise of a gentler kind of life away from the abuse and stress of a pressure-cooker kitchen in upscale South Florida.
 Hooked is a New Adult serial novel that takes Lara and Morgan across the sea and back again. On the journey they find adventure, opportunities, discoveries and each other. Fan of sensuous fiction will enjoy the added excitement that big dangerous fish, perfect storms, unpredictable events and a small monkey who's almost human bring to this unique group of short novels. Hooked--The Hunt is released today. Hooked--the Storm will follow in August and Hooked--the Refuge continues the story in September.

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Blurb

Two people, an ocean, a big fish and a small monkey. She doesn't trust herself and he can't remember when he trusted anyone.
(Lara) A spoiled man-whore was a bad idea even for a girl who majored in bad ideas. It was the monkey's fault I didn't take my own advice. Mrs. Dalloway caught me way off guard. She stripped him down to his bare humanity and wouldn't let me throw a blanket over that naked soul. Everything he did was contradicted by all that he was. The little white-faced princess on his shoulder never missed a chance to point that out. Mrs. D was a shameless charmer but honest to her bones. She forced me to look at the truth of him until the reality of Morgan had me hooked.
(Morgan) I agreed too quickly. I thought she'd be a punctured, tatted up, street-smart bitch with the kind of balls it took to hang in a major league pressure cooker of a go-to South Beach restaurant. The only thing I guessed right about was the 'nads. She had 'em but the package was all wrong. There were waves where I expected spikes, soft where I was looking for hard. Then she schooled me about dear dad's precious art collection and I realized street wasn't her only kind of smart. Mrs. D--who knows every wart on my blemished spirit--surprised me with a rare nod of approval. It's usually a good idea to listen when your best friend has something to say. Even if your best bud is a monkey.

Hooked (The Hunt) is a new adult romance that unfolds in a trilogy, each featuring a high energy adventure that escalates Lara and Morgan's relationship with physical and emotional challenges. It is intended for mature readers due to explicit content and language.

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K.C. Falls is offering a grand prize of a Kindle Fire to one person who follows the launch party and the blog tour that is starting tomorrow. There are going to be numerous chances to sign up over the next week so be sure to follow along today and for the next week. Here is the blog tour schedule:

7/30: Talk Supe7/31: Simply Ali8/1: Book Reviews and More by Kathy8/2: Queen of the Night Reviews & We Love Kink8/3: Salacious Reads8/4: Dawn's Reading Nook & Harlie's Books8/5: Babbling About Books and More

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Just Released!

Just in time for the launch party and blog tour. *Drumroll* Hooked--The HuntKindle Fire Giveaway This Week--Stay tuned
Two people, an ocean, a big fish and a small monkey. She doesn't trust herself and he can't remember when he trusted anyone.

(Lara) A spoiled man-whore was a bad idea even for a girl who majored in bad ideas. It was the monkey's fault I didn't take my own advice. Mrs. Dalloway caught me way off guard. She stripped him down to his bare humanity and wouldn't let me throw a blanket over that naked soul. Everything he did was contradicted by all that he was. The little white-faced princess on his shoulder never missed a chance to point that out. Mrs. D was a shameless charmer but honest to her bones. She forced me to look at the truth of him until the reality of Morgan had me hooked.

(Morgan) I agreed too quickly. I thought she'd be a punctured, tatted up, street-smart bitch with the kind of balls it took to hang in a major league pressure cooker of a go-to South Beach restaurant. The only thing I guessed right about was the 'nads. She had 'em but the package was all wrong. There were waves where I expected spikes, soft where I was looking for hard. Then she schooled me about dear dad's precious art collection and I realized street wasn't her only kind of smart. Mrs. D--who knows every wart on my blemished spirit--surprised me with a rare nod of approval. It's usually a good idea to listen when your best friend has something to say. Even if your best bud is a monkey.

"Hooked--The Hunt" is a new adult romance that unfolds in a series, each novella featuring a high energy adventure that escalates Lara and Morgan's relationship with physical and emotional challenges. It is intended for mature readers due to explicit content and language.

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Coming July 29th!  Hooked--The Hunt

Two people, an ocean, a big fish and a small monkey. She doesn't trust herself and he can't remember when he trusted anyone. 

Carnal Cuisine

 I created these books because I am absolutely and unapologetically a foodie. I love food, I love cooking and I love all things about chefs, restaurants and ingredients. I'd rather go to a farmer's market than a mall. If I'm not watching re-runs of "Friends" or other such time sucks, I am watching the Cooking Channel or the Food Network.

I think Anthony Bordain is sexy. I think Bradley Cooper playing Anthony Bordain in the short-lived series "Kitchen Confidential" was even more sexy. I can't believe it ever got cancelled. Damn. Damn. DAMN.

I'm not too fond of Gordan Ramsey. He's a little on the harsh side. But I can dig the idea of an alpha male chef, for sure. Sexy things happen in kitchens. Fire and knives are sexy. People who work around food all day tend to be into the sensual pleasures of life.

So, that's where these books are coming from. It's the same level of heat that ya'll told me you love in the Year of the Billionaire series, but with a twist. At the end of the books, you get some original recipes that are connected to the books. Think of them at hot romances with benefits. Enjoy.

Schizophrenia

I admit that I'm a little on the nutty side and I also can't decide what I want to be when I grow up. In the spirit of all that, it's still my prerogative to change my mind. Several times if necessary. For the thousands (I can't believe I can say that but it's true!!!) of you who bought my babies with their beautiful flower covers, I thank you. For the millions who took a pass, maybe you'll like the hunky guy cover better. It's a test. We'll see.

Without further ado (drum roll or eye roll as the case may be) here they are:

Thank You!

I am overwhelmed by the number of folks who have taken the time to encourage and help me along the first part of this wonderful journey. If you have left a review on Amazon or Goodreads, I am especially grateful for your kind words. It's one thing to have your best friend or your sister say "Hey, great book!" but for a stranger to sit down and tell me how much they enjoyed my work is just amazing. I wonder if really BIG authors eventually stop reading every review. I mean, does E.L. James call her friend and read the latest and greatest to her?

I will tell you all something, too. While a bad review is never welcome, authors do listen. We take those criticisms to heart and try not to repeat our mistakes. As for the good reviews, that's the inspiration to just write an even better book the next time. And I am working hard on that.

New Covers for Year of the Billionaire

New cover designs ahead of my next free promotion Friday March 22 and Saturday March 23.

Little Theater

The inspiration for the first part of the series came from a stint I did as a stage manager in a Little Theater production of "That Championship Season". Much of what I wrote about how a play is produce for amateur theater stems from my actual experiences in that venue.
Little theater is a very social activity, but the volunteer actors and behind the scenes workers take their efforts very seriously. It's a big time commitment for working people. Usually rehearsals are five nights a week.

I didn't exaggerate the partying aspect, either. It's sort of the reward for all that free labor. You get to go to lavish parties every night after a performance.

If you haven't given your local Little Theater a chance yet, you might want to give it a whirl. You could be pleasantly surprised at how good the plays are.

Keeping His Promise (Year of the Billionaire Part 3)

Year of the Billionaire Part 3Keeping His Promise
Just carrying a million dollars around is exhausting. Paying my mother's ransom was a relief but I had too much time to think about Tristan on that ferry ride. He was more than I had dared hope for and less than I deserved.

I underestimated his power and didn't give him nearly enough credit for determination. He had me on his jet again, flying high and wanting him. Consequences be damned.

Who could be prepared for what he had to say? I wasn't going to hold him to the promise he intended to keep. When he opened the heavy door to his heart we both knew it would change what we had. Trouble is, I still didn't have a word for what it is we had.

Our bodies tended to do all the talking. Sometimes, it seemed to me there wasn't much left to say.
Excerpt:
"They have a rare bond," I agreed. I wanted to talk about love. I wanted to talk about the decision I had made on the way back from the pier in the taxi. I wanted to suck up the guts to tell him that I couldn't be happy with him, not in the way I wanted to be happy. The kind of happy my parents had.
"I think wehave a rare bond. Perhaps not the same kind of bond, but unique all the same." Tristan had a way of sensing my thoughts and setting up a pre-emptive argument. Usually, but not always that included an element of seduction. He knew exactly how to use the fact that I found him compellingly irresistible to move us to safer ground. Not that I found sex with him safe. Tristan had shown me time and again that he could get me to expose my most intimate self. He had also demonstrated a talent for taking me to daring heights I could not have anticipated.  
He stretched his legs out in front of him, cat-like, and placed a hand on mine. His skin glowed with our recent days in the sun, tawny as a Siamese. I was emotionally exhausted and the small gesture was comforting. The bond we shared had seen me through my mother's ordeal and I knew I should be grateful for having had Tristan beside me.
I closed my eyes and he held my hand on as Kwan meandered across the river and into the bustle of Manhattan. When we reached Tristan's apartment he offered me a hot bath.
"A good long soak will do you good. I'll pop out for a few moments and pick up some lunch." He practically forced me into his master bathroom and handed me a stack of fluffy towels. "After lunch, if you're up to it, I think we should talk."
Was he reading my mind? Did he know I was going to drop a bombshell on him as soon as I could suck up the courage to say what I had to say?
The steaming water swirled around me when I pressed the button for the Jacuzzi. The bubbles felt marvelous as they tickled away the tension of my morning. I was sad, but in a resigned way. In the kind of way that finally admits the truth. I could--I had to--live without him for sanity's sake.
I slipped my head under the water and listened to the sound of the churning water. There was a part of me that wanted to just stay submerged forever. Suddenly life had become a lot heavier. In France, I had allowed myself to be swept into his world. It was a pretty carefree world, when you got right down to the nut. He immersed himself in pleasure and beauty and, as long as his back wasn't up against the wall, he was carefree.
Carefree didn't seem natural to me. I cared a great deal and about a great many things. I cared about family, about friends, about the direction of my life and, ultimately, I cared about finding the kind of love that walked up the stairs, hand in hand.
Fluffy, thick towels, marble bathtubs with champagne bubbled water, naked walks on foreign beaches, foie gras and leaf wrapped cheese weren't really part of my world. As I dried myself, I thought about how much more I was about a grilled cheese sandwich on white bread and a stroll in Central Park. I was Marjorie and Don Harding's daughter, grounded and ordinary. I had let myself be swept away and I forgave myself, but it was time to get back in control.
Instead of putting on one of the pair of bathrobes that hung on a warming rack near the door, I dressed in my clothes again. Tristan was far too practiced with robes, that much I knew. He was laying food out on the coffee table when I emerged from the bedroom.
Keep reading Keeping His Promise here.
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00BGVJ8WS

Taking his Risk (Year of the Billionaire Part 2)

Year of the Billionaire Part 2 Taking his Risk
I was hurtling across the ocean, a mile high, destination unknown. I'd brought a passport and nothing else.
He seemed determined to make everything in my life brand new. He revealed me, peeling back layer after layer until all that was left was my raw intimate core. Yet, I hardly knew him.
Crazy is a pretty good word for the kind of uncertainty that comes with a man like Tristan King. I never knew what the day would bring, but I began to expect surprises. That was the biggest problem. Managing my expectations with a man who'd told me I couldn't have any.
For a regular girl, falling for a man like him was taking a very big chance. Was it really possible to love one day at a time?
Excerpt follows.
"I know what you wish. And perhaps a part of me wishes it too. But what I'm asking you to give me is time. I can see that you wear your heart on your sleeve."
I turned my face from him and he turned it back. "And that's one of the most wonderful parts of you.  There isn't an ounce of deception in you. And that," he kissed me softly, "is what makes you a lover beyond compare."
He held me close and possessed me with his mouth, melting me into him. "When your body is mine, it is mine so completely it astounds me. You hold nothing back. You give yourself over to pleasure and passion in a way that makes me feel powerful."
"But, Tristan, you arepowerful. Why would you need me to affirm that?"
"There are different kinds of power. Money is only one kind. Emotion is another entirely different kind."
"So what you're saying is that you're long on money and I'm long on emotion?" I said it with a smile, but I was only partially joking.
He chuckled in return. "That's a rather harsh way of putting it. Did I mention bluntness as part of your charm?" He pulled me across his lap and held my head against his chest. I think he didn't want me to see his eyes. "Take what I have to give you. Give me your truth."
Risk and return. That was his life, after all. He hadn't asked me to love him. We'd never used the word. But that's what he wanted from me all the same. He wanted my love and he wanted to buy his way out of reciprocating. And yet there were so many ways I could read his…care for me. He had protected my parents. He had spent a great deal of thought putting this trip of ours together. Quite simply put: here I was. 
He smelled pure and the comfort of his chest moving up and down against my head was a lullaby. I didn't want to continue to analyze. I was willing to put aside expectations for the here and now. If the moment was all I had, I was going to seize it.
Pulling him to his feet, I led him back to the bedroom. We had this time and I would cherish it. I turned back the covers on the bed and stood in front of him inviting him to possess me in any way he desired. Tristan stepped toward me and put his hands at the collar of my robe and pushed it away from my shoulders. A pool of red velvet slid down my legs in a soft wave to my feet.
He spread his fingers apart and grazed his hands down around my breasts, along the curve of my waist, over my hips and behind me to the globes of my ass. My flesh bloomed under his touch, my nerves stretching under my skin to meet his caress. We had stayed apart for long days and long nights to keep me and my parents from harm's way. It was an agonizing eternity being in one another's company and staying apart. Now, we were completely alone, 30,000 feet above the earth and no one could see us, no one knew where we were.

Read the rest of Taking His Risk here.