Friday, May 30, 2014

Happy Birthday Tears of Crimson!

In 2009 I broke away from Twitter True Blood Roleplay and wrote my very first book, Tears of Crimson!  Cara Faith Donovan was a character from my book that I'd created an entire life around in the roleplay world. Readers that met me through later books may not have known that this is where it all began.  I had no idea what I was doing when I first entered the world of self-publishing!  If the original book was still in print, you'd know that.

Thankfully for readers, in 2011, after two years of struggling to understand this new world of publishing, I republished under my own name.  The gorgeous lady on the cover is my cousin Candace LeRae, for years she was the face of Tears of Crimson.  Tears of Crimson was written from dreams that I'd had as a young teenager.  The longest reoccurring dream of my life.  I had no delusions of grandeur when I wrote that book, I just loved telling stories and decided to share.  Honestly I never expected to make a profit from this fun hobby of writing.

In 2008, I was laid off from my job as a Respiratory Therapist due to budget cuts.  I had five kids and two of them not in school yet.  My husband and I decided that it made more sense for me to stay home with them until they started, and that left me more free time than I'd ever had before.  While they napped or slept, I wrote to entertain myself.  To be honest I'd planned to go back in the workforce two years ago, but by then I was making more by writing than I could by working in the "real world".  It was a huge blessing to do something I loved, and have it be profitable enough that I never had to leave the comfort of my home.

Fast forward to 2014, and I've written over 15 books and several of those bestsellers.  My vampires took a nap as I penned contemporary romance and it seems that's what my readers truly enjoyed, so it stuck.  I grew up reading bodice rippers and Harlequin's so I think it's safe to say I've always enjoyed a great romance.  When I say grew up, I mean that I started reading them at eight years old.  My Granny had been the daughter of a cotton farmer, and pulled out of school in the eighth grade.  I've always said that her struggle with words made me realize how important it was to be a reader.  Watching her struggle made me determined to know everything about the written word.

Showing my age here, but we didn't have computers, cell phones, or even cable when I was a young child. Using  imagination was my form of entertainment, and I had a vivid one.  In my day it was Barbie Dolls, and I would act out all these love stories with them.  I had tons of them, and they went through so many relationships!  That Ken was one big whore, let me tell you!  Even as a child I was discovering a world of romance.  I'd written several short stories in notebooks during my teenage years but that hobby was taken over when I began singing.

I'd always sang, my mom said that I was learning full songs at three years old, but to me it was just for fun until I showed up at a Karaoke club one night.  The owner of that club offered me a job and for the next ten years singing became my career.  We signed up with a group called Fast Track to Fame, and they did a satellite talent show that would take me on the road.  I hosted the Southeast version of the show which eventually moved to ABC in Alabama for a brief time.  My writing turned to songwriting during that time and I eventually moved to Nashville to see if I could become the next country singing sensation.

For years that career was all I dreamed about, then I discovered I was pregnant with twins.  The idea of travelling around on tour with twins was definitely not a life I wanted.  I already had a seven year old son on the road with us, and he was ready to put down roots.  I made the decision that giving my children a stable life was more important than following my dreams and I worked hard to be a "normal" mom.  The love of entertaining never left my system, but sometimes you just have to do what's right.

I seriously believe in I hadn't been laid off from my job in respiratory, I would have retired in that position.  I guess fate tends to lead you where it wants?  So here we are, 2014!  As long as readers keep enjoying my books, I'll keep writing.  Happy Birthday Tears of Crimson!  You've definitely turned my life around and I've had more fun than I'd ever imagined possible!

Thursday, May 29, 2014

What To Read After 50 Shades of Grey~~The Gemstone Collection Is Live!

What to Read After 50 Shades of Grey, 
the Facebook page, website and app 
has released its first book bundle! 
SEVEN full length novels! 
ONE low price of .99!

All links are LIVE now:

I want to share the full blurbs and a few excerpts from each of the 7 books included in The Gemstone Collection: Part One.

CJ ROBERTS: Captive In the Dark


Caleb is a man with a singular interest in revenge. Kidnapped as a young boy and sold into slavery by a power-hungry mobster, he has thought of nothing but vengeance. For twelve years he has immersed himself in the world of pleasure slaves searching for the one man he holds ultimately responsible. Finally, the architect of his suffering has emerged with a new identity, but not a new nature. If Caleb is to get close enough to strike, he must become the very thing he abhors and kidnap a beautiful girl to train her to be all that he once was.

Eighteen-year-old Olivia Ruiz has just woken up in a strange place. Blindfolded and bound, there is only a calm male voice to welcome her. His name is Caleb, though he demands to be called Master. Olivia is young, beautiful, naïve and willful to a fault. She has a dark sensuality that cannot be hidden or denied, though she tries to accomplish both. Although she is frightened by the strong, sadistic, and arrogant man who holds her prisoner, what keeps Olivia awake in the dark is her unwelcome attraction to him.

WARNING: This book contains very disturbing situations, dubious consent, strong language, and graphic violence.

He leaned over me, kissing away the tears on the side of my face. And still he didn’t move. It wasn’t enough to fuck my body; he wanted to mindfuck me as well. It was working. I wanted him to be nice to me. To kiss me. To make it nice for me. I was scared it would hurt, and I once again looked to him for protection. How messed up was that!
Then he fucked me.
In my entire life, I never felt anything like it. Sensation assaulted me, paralyzed me, as if my mind could not possibly keep up with how I should react. My entire body trembled and shook around him as he impaled me over and over again, and yet, there was a sick sort of pleasure also present. It built up inside me and begged to be released. Was it always like this? Would it feel the same if he fucked my…even my thoughts demurred away from the word pussyCaleb calls it your pussy. I came. Hard. The force of it stilled him inside me as I pulsed around him. He made a pained sound and pressed his mouth to my shoulder, “God…I knew you’d be like this.” Before I had a chance to ask what he meant, he moved inside me and all thought fled.
I came several more times while he fucked me, each time, it reduced me more and more into someone I recognized less and less. Finally, he squeezed and pulled at my ass. “You feel so good. I love your tight little ass.” He grunted and slammed into me. He swelled inside me and I couldn’t believe it was actually getting bigger. He moaned loudly, “Oh fuck!” Moments later he filled me with his semen.
When he no longer pulsated inside me he collapsed on top of me, whispering reassurances in my ear. I whimpered softly under him as he once again became all softness and comfort. He reached for something and placed it underneath me. He pulled out slowly, his cock inching its way out of me and creating an overwhelming panic. Would his semen come running out of me! I clenched without meaning to and he hissed. Again, he had found new ways to humiliate me. Tears streamed down my burning cheeks.
We bathed together for the first time, crammed into the tub, my body between his legs, against a part of him I had yet to see. He held my head on his chest. I wept, indifferent and exhausted against him, all my strength gone. He stroked me, washed me, spoke to me. “What’s your name?”
“Kitten,” I whispered weakly.
“And mine?” he tensed beneath my fingers.
After the bath, he toweled me in silence. I was grateful. I climbed into bed without protest, seeking the oblivion of sleep even as I prayed I wouldn’t dream of all that had just transpired. Violation, confusion and more uncertainty. More powerlessness. My prayers, like all of them, were left unanswered. He lay down next to me, and I knew sleep was not an option.
I opened my eyes and stared into the dark. I was numb—heartbroken. Not only was I shocked over what he’d done, but I was more shocked over how he’d managed to turn my body against me. The pain had been intense, and yet at times it was as if that same pain added to the violent shiver that coursed through me when he’d made me come. Shame had overwhelmed me. Part of me had more than enjoyed it. The few times he’d eased off of me just before that shiver, I’d held onto him tighter. Where am I supposed to go from here? I lay there, my eyes wide, my breath shallow, my soul defeated, and I stared into nothingness.
He lay next to me, naked and warm, against my skin. I tried not to move, not to think of him, not to think of anything but this dark room that was quickly becoming my entire life. My tears ran across my face, out my right eye, across the bridge of my nose, into my left eye and down onto my pillow. My pillow, my only friend. I sobbed, determined to keep my tears private. They were mine, not his. And he wouldn’t care anyway. He doesn’t care about me anyway.
“Kitten, that’s no way to behave,” he said, his voice denoting he was wide awake and ready to torment me. “I know it wasn’t all bad for you, you came— more than once.” His words cut me and a strong pang of humiliation in my chest made me draw tighter into myself. I wanted to say something vicious, but swallowed it down. I didn’t want to open my mouth, if I did, I would just burst into tears and I didn’t wish to cry anymore. I was sick to death of crying. He kissed my head and I jerked it away.
I swallowed very hard and took a long slow breath.
“All you want to do is hurt me,” I said calmly. A hint of fear laced my words. I expected more violence but didn’t give a shit. Instead he shushed me.
“Come here,” he said, very gently, sounding so safe. “It’s going to be okay.”
He grabbed me roughly and turned my face into his chest. Before I had any thought about it, I wrapped my arms around him and held on to him as hard as I could. He was my tormentor and my solace; the creator of the dark and the light within. I didn’t care that he would undoubtedly hurt me at any moment; right now, I just needed somebody to hold me, somebody to be kind to me, somebody to tell me exactly those words. It’s going to be okay. It wasn’t, of course, I knew that. But I didn’t care. I needed the lie. I needed my books, my movies, and now Caleb’s arms.
He held me for what seemed like an eternity and rocked me gently, until all my crying had lulled and I simply rested against him. “Please don’t leave me in here. I hate it in here.”
His fingers caressed the side of my face and it gave me hope. But then I felt him inch his way out of the bed. Without a word of reassurance, he gathered his clothes and left me.
Lost, I lay back down and pulled my pillows closer. They smelled like him.

Arianne Richmonde: Shades of Pearl

Documentary producer, Pearl Robinson, is a beautiful and smart forty year-old divorcee but has not had a date for over two years. When she hears about Alexandre Chevalier, a young French, Internet billionaire, she assumes he is a nerd. But when she bumps into him face to face, she's stunned by his charm, beauty and sophistication, and startled by her strong feelings and desire for a man fifteen years her junior.
His looks, wealth and worldwide triumph with his social media site, HookedUp, means he can get any woman he chooses, but there is something about Pearl he finds irresistible...
The couple begins a passionate affair and Pearl's body is awakened in ways she never imagined possible. She is consumed by him and his magical touch. But secrets, jealous family members and other external forces are threatening to pull them apart. 
**Sexy strong language and erotic content**

“I’m not kidding, Pearl, you’ve been disrespectful and I’m going to have to teach you a lesson you’ll never forget.” I notice his jeans are back on but he’s topless. He grabs a couple of silk ties from his closet. He lifts me up again and carries me like a child and dumps me on the bed. “Lie on your back.”

“What are you going to do to me?”
“You’ve been a bad girl.”
“I was just kidding.”
“I’m French, I don’t share your sense of humor.” He binds each leg so I am straddled on the bed on my back, legs wide open, each ankle attached securely with an ice blue silk tie to the brass bedstead. I want to thrash myself out of this position but curiosity is impelling me to stay. A little voice flashes through my brain saying, Idiot, what if he’s like that American Psycho character? All charming, at first, but who’ll stab you in a hundred places and chop you up – too rich to be caught, so clever he gets away with it all. He said himself he was capable of murder.

Please help me God, I hardly know this man.
He’s scanning my body with his eyes. “Okay that will work. Now, these pearls will do nicely for your wrists.” He takes the pearl choker from his pocket. “I’m going to tie your wrists together with this. Now, you know how valuable this is, don’t you?”
I nod. God knows what he paid.
“Any struggling, and you’ll break it, and we wouldn’t want that now, would we?” He fiddles about with it, his expression severe. No kissing – his look is tough. I sense he is genuinely annoyed with me. He wraps the pearl choker about my wrists and guides my tied hands above my head. “I was going,” he continues, “to let you open the box with your gift inside, but now you’ve spoilt things. Now you won’t get to see it, only feel it - because I’m going to blindfold you.”
“Please don’t hurt me, Alexandre.”
“But you’ve been bad, and as I said, you need to be punished, Pearl. Haven’t you ever heard about a Frenchman’s pride? I’m going to have to teach you a lesson in good manners.”
From his other pocket he produces a blindfold. It’s big, somewhat padded or something.
I feel so vulnerable lying on my back, my hands tied together above my head with the pearl choker, my legs wide open, each ankle bound.
“Please don’t hurt me,” I repeat. I think back to our conversation in the Corvette on our way to rock climbing, and remember how horrified he seemed to be by bondage, and yet here he is about to do something cruel. Will he bring out a whip?
He leaves my side for a moment and is doing something - putting on a record – it’s an old-fashioned record player. Music begins. I recognize it - Chopin – I used to play it on the piano – Prelude in E minor. He puts the eye mask about my head. It’s heavy on my eyes as if it’s been weighted down with something and it smells of heavenly lavender.
His voice is low. “I had this eye mask made for me. It’s stuffed with lavender from my fields in Provence, together with grain to make it weighty. I’ve put on a record as the sound is always crisper than a CD – I love Chopin - isn’t this beautiful?”
I feel more relaxed with the soft music and fragrance of lavender all about me, heavy in my nose, but I’m still nervous -thinking about what he’s going to do to me as I can’t see a thing. Why did I stupidly hide in his closet? It was all going so well!
“I’m going to open up your gift now. If you hadn’t been so disobedient, Pearl, you could have done it yourself.”
“What is it?” I ask with trepidation.
“You’ll soon find out.”I hear the ribbons being untied and the lid of the box being pushed off, as it lands on the sheets beside me.

“I’m going to start now, okay, Pearl? Your punishment will begin after I count to three. Are you ready?”
I brace myself for something horrible. Tense my legs and stomach and scrunch up my face in preparation. “One.”
His voice is low, forbidding. My heart is pounding with dread.
I can hear his heavy breathing – he’s really concentrating, and adrenaline is pulsing through my veins.
“Two and a half.”
I’m really scared now.
Then I feel something so light I know he can’t have started the punishment. There’s a tickling on my toes and then above my ankles. It is brushing me weightlessly along my calf. It is not his finger, what is it? A paintbrush?

“Can you feel what it is?” he asks in a soft voice. “It feels good. Really good.”
“Remember that little story you told me? About your first time?”

I’m focusing now. It’s on my other leg, trailing up my thigh. It is indescribably erotic. Not being able to see or move, I still feel fearful, but the sensation is radiant, wispy. I am aware of my pelvis moving, wanting whatever it is to move higher between my legs.
“You still can’t guess, Pearl?”
“It’s a feather.”
“A Kingfisher feather. It’s blue and orange at the tip. Can you imagine how pretty?”

He’s tracing it up my body, onto my belly and circling it around my breasts. It’s barely credible how such a light, helpless object can have this sensual effect. It’s under my arm now and it tickles. Now on my throat, my lips, and now back on my throat, my shoulders, flicking with such delicacy on my nipples. I’m tingling all over.
“It’s glistening like a little pearl.”
“What is?” I ask.
“A part of you I want to put my lips around and then fuck.”

ELAINE RACO CHASE: Double Occupancy


All Casey Reynolds wanted was peace and quiet and a long vacation from covering the crime beat in Boston. That's why she agreed to borrowing a villa in Mexico to rest, be alone and work on her novel.

But then he showed up -- Travis Craig. He said he was offered the villa to recover from a serious illness. He had just lost his teaching job and had no money to leave.

She agreed with his plan to share the house -- but on her terms. Soon rest and relaxation were a thing of the past when their double occupancy proved too erotic to control.

A few fun and sexy snippets:

Travis pushed her away slightly, and efficiently dispensed with her lace panties and his briefs.  "You have no idea how many times I wanted to kick down your door…"  He roughly pulled her into his arms,  "And throw you on that bed…"

"I really wish you would."  Casey gave a little squeak as he did just that.  


Casey had been taking advantage of the condo's private sundeck when Travis had come marching onto the penthouse roof carrying a birthday cake decorated with lit candles.  "Happy birthday to – good heavens!"  His song sputtered to a halt.  "What on earth are you doing?"

"I am celebrating my birthday."

"By lying naked in the sun?"

"This is my birthday suit."  Casey opened her eyes and grinned at him.  


"What is that little gem?"  He inquired in a deep voice that enunciated each word.

"It's called Yolanda's Seven Erotic Knights."  She grinned at him, her dimple making an appearance in her right cheek.  "That's knights with a k."

"You mean you've been sitting there all this time, reading some trashy porno novel?"  Travis sat up, his bare feet hitting the marble floor with a resounding slap.

"Well, it's not really that pornographic,"  Casey returned with due consideration.  Her expression was serious, but her green eyes were alight with laughter.  "Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday's knights, that's with a k, were nothing to really write about, but hey, Thursday, well…he's getting very, very interesting."  She raised her eyebrows expressively giving her best leer.

"Give me that book," he ordered, yanking off his glasses and tossing them on the sofa before standing up.


A sudden burst of adrenaline mixed with a heady combination of excitement and danger launched her into action. She managed to wiggle one arm free and slam her elbow into his solar plexus.  The result was an instantaneous release from her captor and a sweet sound of a groan of surprise.  Casey wedged her forearm against this throat and used her long, athletic body to pin him against the mattress.  “All right, buster,” she growled forcefully, “what the hell are you doing here?”

“It’s not buster,”  he automatically corrected, “its Travis.”  She caught the flash of white teeth and knew he was laughing at her.

“Whatever,” she returned gruffly.  “You’ve got some questions to answer, and don’t get any ideas because I’ve got a black belt,”  Casey pushed her arm tighter against his Adam’s apple.  The coiled strength of his muscular body relaxed beneath her.  She smiled to herself, savoring her advantage.  "Now, what are you doing here?"

KRISTINE CAYNE: Deadly Obsession

 When an Oscar-winning movie star meets a department-store photographer…

Movie star Nic Lamoureux appears to have a playboy’s perfect life. But it’s a part he plays, an act designed to conceal a dark secret he carries on his shoulders. His empty days and nights are a meaningless blur until he meets the woman who fulfills all his dreams. She and her son are the family he’s always wanted—if she can forgive a horrible mistake from his past.

A Hollywood dream…

Lauren James, a widowed single mother, earns barely enough money to support herself and her son. When she wins a photography contest and meets Nic, the man who stars in all her fantasies, her dreams, both professional and personal, are on the verge of becoming real. The attraction between Lauren and Nic is instant—and mutual. Their chemistry burns out of control during a photo shoot that could put Lauren on the fast track to a lucrative career.

Becomes a Hollywood nightmare

But an ill-advised kiss makes front-page news, and the lurid headlines threaten everything Nic and Lauren have hoped for. Before they know what’s happening, their relationship is further rocked by an obsessed and cunning stalker who’ll stop at nothing—not even murder—to have Nic to herself. When Nic falls for Lauren, the stalker zeroes in on her as the competition.

And the competition must be eliminated.

Lauren rolled her eyes. “Fine. Do it.”
Nic bent down and brushed his lips against hers. For the first few seconds, she didn’t kiss him back, but she didn’t push him away, either. Then, on a sigh, she leaned into him and her arms locked around his neck. His tongue darted out to taste her bottom lip. Mmm… cherry—his new favorite flavor. When her mouth opened, he didn’t hesitate.
He dove in. And drowned.
He’d meant this to be a quick kiss, only now he just couldn’t stop. His lips traced a path to her throat. Cupping her bottom with his hands, he lifted her up, grinding against her. She moaned. It was a beautiful sound, one he definitely wanted to hear again.
A loud noise pierced the fog of his lust. He raised his head from where he’d been nuzzling Lauren’s apple-scented neck to tell whoever it was to fuck off, but as the sexual haze cleared, he swallowed the words. The paparazzi had gathered around, applauding and calling out crude encouragements. Some snapped photos while others rolled film.Shit. He’d pay for this fuck-up and so would she.

 JOYA RYAN: Break Me Slowly

Graduate student Katelyn Gunn is headed for her first day of assistant teaching when she is almost hit by a car. The nervous and inexperienced Kate is shocked to realize that it isn’t the near death experience that has her heart racing, but the sinfully sexy man behind the wheel. Adam Kinkade is ultra-wealthy, devastatingly handsome, and the most powerful distribution mogul in Chicago—he is also the first man who ignites emotions inside of her other than fear.

Adam is a man used to getting what he wants. And he wants Katelyn—naked and often. Willing to stop at nothing to possess her, he relentlessly peruses Kate only to discover that it is she who possesses him—completely.
Kate quickly realizes that Adam has secrets of his own, secrets dark enough to break the walls she keeps so firmly in place.

Passion turns to possession, and Adam’s controlling nature and seductive hands sparks a desire so strong, it destroys her own demons. But when desire turns to addiction, Kate fears that it will rage too hot, and shatter her sanity.

SUMMER DANIELS: Summer's Journey

Come join me on my journey and find out why!

Fortyish, newly divorced, searching and longing for something different. Something fulfilling and exciting, somewhere far outside my ordinary comfort zone.

Come with me on my journey of discovery. Explore with me. Touch, taste and feel with me.

Lots more to come following my introduction to you in this first volume of a multi-part True Romance / Erotica series.

A few tantalizing excerpts:
Sorting through emails, unsolicited pictures and more than a few threesome invites, I really had no idea what I was looking for.  It became something of a process of elimination, because I certainly knew what I wasn’t looking for.

It became apparent quickly that finding the right combination of intelligence, humor, personality and charisma was going to be like the proverbial needle in a haystack.  Out of several hundred responses (who knew there were that many horny men out there?), only a few warranted a return email.  Perhaps I was being picky, but I really didn’t think being able to spell orgasm without being spotted a vowel was asking too much.


Arriving at the hotel a few minutes before 8:00pm, I quickly checked my makeup in the rearview mirror before getting out of the car.  I barely recognized the eyes looking back at me.  Slightly dilated and wild, they seemed to be projecting my inner anxiety and excitement.

Walking straight through the elegant lobby towards the bank of elevators, I smiled as I turned a few heads, including the stuffy looking clerk behind the front desk.  Taking the elevator up to the eleventh floor, I walked down the hall and found room 1147 at the very end.

There was a black lace blindfold hanging off the doorknob.  I must admit that right up until that very moment this had all seemed like more fantasy than reality.  I stood there for a moment holding the blindfold in my hands.  There was a small part of me that still felt like I should simply turn around and walk away.  There was a much bigger part of me that was ready for something new and different in my life.

I slipped the blindfold over my eyes, took a deep breath and knocked twice on the door.  I heard it open and Mark’s warm voice filled my ears.  “Come in, Summer.  I am so happy you chose to join me tonight.”  He led me into the center of the room and stopped.  “If you would please, just stand there for a moment while I feast my eyes.  You look absolutely stunning!  That lovely dress is going to look very stylish on the floor next to the bed.”


Raising my glass to his, I stared into his eyes.  “I was quite nervous about this evening, right up until the moment my dress hit the floor and you gasped out loud.  You have a way about you that puts me totally at ease.  You also managed to take me to heights of pleasure tonight that I have never felt before.  I know I have led a fairly sheltered life, but I honestly had no idea that sex could feel like that.  I’m not saying I am totally comfortable with entirely giving up control, but I am more than willing to continue on our journey and see where it leads us.”

His resulting smile seemed to radiate from his entire body and light up the room as I leaned forward to kiss him.

And last but not least:
LIZ CROWE: Floor Time
(Stewart Realty Book 1)

Jack Gordon is Ann Arbor's most delectable bachelor. At age thirty-five, he's made millions as a top-selling Ann Arbor real estate broker and has the right connections to close a deal by any means necessary. With his rugged good looks and compelling personality, he has a virtual black book most men would kill for and he uses it often, never settling for one woman for very long.

While his D/s past remains buried, exactly where he wants it, an undercurrent of boredom and dissatisfaction runs through his life now. A disastrous experience years earlier made him swear off the whole scene, but the more Jack suppresses his natural Dom, the more his frustration grows.

Sara Thornton, a rookie in the real estate game, has fast-tracked herself to the top of the Ann Arbor market. Her life reflects a disciplined and focused routine, exactly the way she wants it. However, as her career takes off, the fulfillment she seeks remains inexplicably out of reach. The one thing she knows for sure, she will not join the Jack Gordon groupies in her company, no matter how tempting that might seem.

A chance encounter, then a difficult transaction, throw Jack and Sara together and the sparks fly high and hot and often. Forced to confront the compulsions that gain momentum with each sizzling encounter, their relationship seems to spiral out of control until Jack finally admits what he needs, and shows Sara what she's been missing.

“Ok, we finished the inspection and there are some issues, as you might expect.” Sara closed her eyes and prepared for an earful. 
“I don’t doubt it.”

Jack seemed quieter than usual, not filling the phone line with his usual poor me, why can’t you control your people bullshit. Her suspicions grew, wondering if he was messing with her, trying to catch her off guard somehow. 
“Well, um, I’ll get back with you, probably tonight, with our conditions for contingency removal.”
“That’s fine. By now I’m used to getting screamed at by her anyway.” A deep sigh filled Sara’s ears. “Let’s hold this one together, shall we,” he finally said. “I can’t take much more of this seller.” 
“Fine, talk soon."  She hung up without letting him respond.
Sara put her hands on the steering wheel before starting her car, trying to control her shakes. Why did she let him get to her anyway? Hell, he was just a guy for crying out loud. All guys were complete assholes as far as she was concerned. 

Focus, Sara, focus.  You’ve been fine since Adam, no need to fall back into this game with anyone now, much less a guy like Jack. 

            Jack leaned back in his chair after she hung up on him once again. He stared up at the familiar ceiling of his office, sighed, and stretched his arms over his head. His mind drifted back, as it had so many times, to the moment he’d first laid eyes on Sara Jane Thornton. 

His assistant Jason stuck his head in the door, nearly making Jack dump himself backward onto the floor. His eyes sprung open erasing the image of Sara’s deep green gaze—and gorgeous tight ass—from his mind.   
“Jack.” Jason fiddled with his earpiece. “She’s calling again—where are you this time?”
He groaned. “Fucking-A, why can’t the woman take a hint?”

He’d had gone a lot of years able to escape serious commitment. The one time he’d allowed himself that luxury he had got bitten on the ass so hard he’d been reluctant to sit much since. The fact that the ass-biter had been his first foray into a Dom/sub relationship had made her betrayal that much worse for his ego. Now, he’d miscalculated once again and had severely misread the blonde woman’s motives.
Jason shrugged, already taking the next call. He’d been Jack’s assistant for ten years, and was used to his boss’ love life. He’d proven himself invaluable more than once, deflecting one woman or another. Plus, he was a spot-on licensed assistant when it came to the business of real estate. Jack leaned into his keyboard, ignoring Jason again.  The young man waved a hand in front of his face. 
“Dude, what the hell am I supposed to tell her?”
“Tell her I joined the Peace Corps, moved to Outer Mongolia and am unavailable for the next ten years. Christ, I don’t know. That’s why I hired you. Make some shit up.”
“I’m on it.” Jason turned and moved down the hallway towards his office, already making excuses.
Jason was worth his weight in salary. He’d come up with something. He always did. For about the millionth time that week, Jack wished he’d never, ever met the crazy blonde client. 

 Now, in the most perfect of ironies, thanks to Sara, he got to deal with her dailyJack looked back at his computer screen. Images of Sara covered the monitor—from her real estate website and blog mostly. She had a real handle on using social networking, a pro at keeping fresh photos and testimonials from happy clients.

 Jack ran a hand through his hair. Never in his adult life had he felt so attracted to a woman who had no apparent interest in him beyond professional. Now he got stuck dealing with a crazed bitch of a seller he’d been trying to ditch, just so he could stay in contact with the woman he’d give anything to get the time of day from. An alien state of affairs for Jack—not one he liked much. His phone buzzed. 


He smiled and answered, already planning his next move.

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Climbing Out Release Day with Lila Rose


Deanna Drake has a past she longs to forget, but won't ever be able to. She's always been the tough one. No one, but her best friend Zara has ever been able to penetrate her cold, hard, shell.

Until Griz

Griz— a.k.a Grady Daniels, Hawks Motorcycle Club second in command, also has a past that he wishes he could undo...all except one part. 

It's her past that brings them together. Only will it be forever?

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Lila Rose has moved about Australia a lot of her life. Now she lives in country Victoria Australia with her husband and two children. When she isn't writing she's helping her husband with the family business. Lila has always dabbled in writing, though, only recently her debut novel Holding Out was released on December 4th 2013. 

Be sure to keep an eye out for more from the Hawks Motorcycle Club series, coming soon!

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