Guest Post – 5 Fun Facts: Alphas in the Wild by @AnnGimpel

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Thanks so much for inviting me back to your blog. I truly appreciate it.

Alphas in the Wild is actually a collection of three 35K word novellas, for a total of over one hundred thousand words. You’d requested five fun facts about the characters in the book, so I will give you six. One for each of the main characters.

Hello Darkness:

Moira is a park ranger and an accomplished climber. Too bad her personal life isn’t as neat and tidy as her professional one.

Tim is a doctor. Moira is the only woman he’s ever loved, but his magical order forbid lots of things. Like telling her why he wasn’t free to marry her.

Alpine Attraction:

Tina is an emergency room MD who’d rather be mountain climbing any day of the week. She made a pact with the devil seven years ago in the Bolivian Andes, and her time is almost up.

Craig is a professional climbing guide. Tina was once the love of his life, but she turned him down flat when he proposed seven years ago. He’s confused—and pleased—when she calls and asks to sign on as team doctor for an upcoming climbing expedition to Bolivia.

A Run For Her Money:

Sarah is a park ranger, a post she’s held for almost twenty years. She’s a loner and lives half the year in the Sierra backcountry with her search and rescue dog, Jake. Something very odd traps her in the backcountry and forces her to use every single one of her survival skills.

Jared is a medical researcher who loves the outdoors. He’s hiking the Muir trail when all hell breaks loose. Should he hide out in the backcountry or return to civilization to find answers? His decision will impact the rest of his life.

Image2Alphas in the Wild

Ann Gimpel

Dream Shadow Press

102K words

Release Date: 12/21/15

Genre: Paranormal Romance Anthology

Dark. Delicious. Unforgettable.

The hottest alphas live–and love–in the mountains.

Tumble into second-chance love, where magics collide, mountain gods are out for blood, and aliens invade Earth.


blurbAlphas in the Wild is an action adventure, paranormal romance collection with three full-length books.

Hello Darkness

Earth magics collide, forcing Moira Shaughnessy to take a chance on a man who hurt her so badly she never forgave him.

A ranger for the U.S. Park Service, Moira is in serious trouble. Fleeing from her cheating husband, who’s a Native American shaman, she stumbles into the arms of a man she never thought she’d see again. He hurt her once by choosing his magic over her. Would she be a fool to take a chance on him now?

Alpine Attraction

Tina made a pact with the devil seven years ago. It’s time to pay the piper—or die.

Independent to the nth degree, Tina meets everything in her life head-on—except love.

Caught between misgivings and need, Tina signs on as team doctor for one of Craig’s climbing trips to the Andes. Though he was the love of her life, she pushed him away years before to keep him safe. Even if he doesn’t love her anymore, there’s still no one she’d rather have by her side in the mountains. And if she’s going to die, she wants to make things right between them.

A Run For Her Money

Sara’s day begins like any other. A routine extraction in tandem with a local Search and Rescue team. Routine crashes to a halt when she ends up trapped in a hut, high in the Sierras. Four days later, running out of food for herself and her dog, she makes a bold dash for safety.

Jared’s walking the Muir Trail when all hell breaks loose. After hunkering beneath a boulder pile for days, he dares a difficult cross-country route, hoping it’ll put him into position to approach a backcountry ranger station. He locates the station, but it’s locked tight. He’s packing up to leave when a helicopter lands, with Sara at the helm. There’s no time to trade war stories. It takes a leap of faith, but they throw in their lot together. Can they face the impossible and come out the other side unscathed?

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excerptfrom Hello Darkness:


Hello darkness my old friend. I’ve come to talk with you again.

Paul Simon, Sounds of Silence

Chapter One

Moira Shaughnessy’s booted feet hit the ground in front of the Family Medicine Clinic. Slamming the door of the dusty white Park Service pickup, she considered ignoring her boss’s orders, peeling out of the parking lot, and heading for the Baxter Pass trailhead. She had a crew to oversee, goddammit. A work project to complete. But her boss, John, had been painstakingly clear, both yesterday at Park Headquarters in Three Rivers, and a mere ten minutes ago on the sat phone. Granted, he’d been far more pointed on the phone.

“It’s not a suggestion, Moira,” he’d growled. “This is a directive—from me. I want to hear from someone with MD after his name before I authorize you to head up that work detail. Do not set one foot on the trail before you receive my orders, e-sign them, and e-mail them back to me.”

“But that’s usually a formality—”

“Not this time. No buts. I made you an appointment at the clinic in Bishop that clears some of our crews. They’re open until six. I already lost two rangers this summer in the Pinecrest fire. That was two too many in my book, so get your butt into that clinic.”

Moira gritted her teeth. She’d thought she could avoid dealing with the whole mess by leaving the office early yesterday and taking one of the northern passes over the Sierra Nevada Mountains, but John tracked her down.

Phooey. I ran, but guess I couldn’t hide…

It was downright annoying that her boss needed a doctor to reassure him she wouldn’t collapse—or something—in the backcountry. For the briefest of moments, she felt like pounding her fist into the nearest tree, but then she pulled herself together. Nothing was wrong with her, except her slimy, cheating husband. Sure, she’d lost a few pounds since she left him, but she hadn’t been all that hungry.

Problem was, John remembered similar struggles from years ago when she first started working as a park ranger. She hadn’t eaten enough then, either, and grew far too thin. Just her luck, he’d been overseeing a backcountry work detail when she got woozy and fell off one of the mules.

Understanding surfaced; embarrassment followed. Her boss cared about her. That wasn’t a bad thing. Anger bled out of her with a whoosh.

“May as well get this over with,” she muttered.

Moira walked briskly to the clinic, pushed the door open, and headed for the counter. The antiseptic smell common to all medical offices hit her like a wall as she strode across the scrubbed linoleum floor.

“Yes?” A young woman with dyed red hair looked up from her computer screen with eyes so green she had to be wearing colored contact lenses.

“Moira Shaughnessy. I think you’re expecting me. My boss called from Kings Canyon-Sequoia Park Headquarters.”

The receptionist clicked a few keys. “Your insurance card, please.”

Moira blew out a frazzled breath and dug through her fanny pack for her wallet. Once she found it, she extracted the plasticized Blue Cross card, handing it over. “I’m really in a bit of a hurry—”

“Here’s your card back.” The clerk gestured at the nearly full waiting room. “The doctor will be with you as soon as he can. He had a full schedule before he agreed to work you in.”

“Is it okay if I go outside for a few minutes? I need to lock my truck. I, uh, didn’t think I’d be in here for very long.”

“Sure. So long as we know where to find you.” The phone trilled, and the receptionist picked it up, Moira obviously forgotten. “Family Medicine, how may I help you?”

Moira let herself back outside. Too restless to return to the overcrowded waiting room, she paced up and down the parking lot. Fall had turned the aspen trees lining Bishop’s streets to shades of red and gold that were quite striking, but all she could think about were the minutes ticking by. It was twelve miles from the trailhead to the top of the pass, and a couple more to where her trail crew was. Leaving today would be foolhardy at this point. She’d never even make the pass before night fell.

“Damn it!” She glanced at her watch. How long was this going to take anyway?

“Ms. Shaughnessy?” A man’s voice sounded from behind her.

She spun, surprised out of her funk.

And stopped dead.


Moira stared at the tall, rangy man with long, white-blond hair and ice-blue eyes. He was dressed in teal scrubs and sandals with a stethoscope draped around his neck. A broad grin split the clean planes of his face. She’d forgotten how heartbreakingly beautiful he was.

“I saw the name and hoped it was you.” He held out a hand, but she remained frozen in place. “After all, how many Moira Shaughnessys could there be?”

She stood there, flabbergasted. What were the odds? She hadn’t seen Tim O’Malley since they’d both graduated from U.C. Davis. When she realized her mouth was hanging open, she shut it with a snap.

“Is that any way to greet an old friend?” One corner of his mouth turned down in an expression she remembered all too well.

“It’s just… I mean I never expected…” She felt warmth rise from the open neck of her buff-colored uniform shirt. Heat suffused her face until she was certain every freckle was outlined in bright, living color.

“Hey, mo ghrá. I know we didn’t split up under the best of circumstances…”

“No shit. And you can skip the beloved part.” A familiar anger stirred, but she batted it aside.

“Moira, I’m sorry. I was sorry then, and I still am.” He sounded so sincere, it tugged at her heartstrings. Part of her wanted to believe him, and part of her was afraid to.

“Grannie told me some of it—about the Arch Druid stuff. And you having to be celibate or something.”

He creased his brow, the smile fading. “I’m glad she did. I was sworn to silence about Druid affairs.” He cleared his throat. “In truth, I still am.”

“What she told me didn’t make it any easier. I tried to call you—a bunch of times.”

“I know.”

“Christ, Tim, it’s been close to ten years.”

He looked chagrined. “I suppose I know that too.”

Her heart, already damaged from her sham of a marriage, squeezed painfully in her chest. She’d loved Tim once. And thought he loved her. They’d known one another since they were children growing up in the same sprawling Irish immigrant community.

“So what happened?” She eyed him, struggling for equanimity. “It’s a long way from Druid to doctor. Or are you a nurse here?”

“Nope, I’m the doc. My training took up eight of the ten years since—”

The clinic door flew open. A harried-looking, overweight woman in white scrubs rolled her eyes. Her short brown hair stood up in spikes, and her muddy green gaze shot darts. “There you are. Dr. O’Malley, you have patients.”

He waved her to silence. “Fine, Bridgette. I’ll be in soon.”


He made shooing motions with both hands. “I said I’ll be in soon.”

Bridgette screwed her face into a disapproving frown. “Whatever,” she snapped and banged the door shut.

Tim closed the few feet between them and laid his hands on Moira’s shoulders. “Can I buy you dinner? Or maybe just a cup of coffee, if you’re still mad at me and not willing to risk an entire meal.”

“I’d like that, but I’m on my way to work. See…”

She took a big breath, and an annotated version of her story tumbled out. She mentioned her divorce and her lack of appetite, but skipped the low points about her marriage, figuring it wasn’t really any of Tim’s affair.

“Last time I wasn’t very hungry was right after you and I broke up. I’d just started working for the Park Service. Unfortunately, John—that’s my boss—has a long memory.”

Tim listened until she was done talking, and then placed his stethoscope in his ears. “Take a deep breath.” He moved the bell to several locations on her chest, and then had her turn around and positioned it on her back. “Your heart sounds healthy to me.” He gripped her wrist, taking her pulse as he ran his gaze over her body in a familiar way that tightened her throat and made her belly clench with heat.

“What do you weigh?” He eyed her again. “Maybe one thirty?”

Moira nodded. No point in lying since he could drag her inside and plunk her on a scale. “One twenty-two.”

“It could be worse. Have you had issues with anorexia since—” color blotched his cheeks “—well, since us?”

Moira shook her head. “I’ve maybe lost ten pounds this time round.” She looked away. “The problem was a whole lot worse ten years ago.”

“Moira.” His voice cracked with emotion. “I’m sorry. Scarcely a day goes by—”

“Don’t.” The word tore out of her. “Just don’t. I have to get to work. I’d never have stopped, except John insisted.”

He stepped back a pace and nodded. “You should be fine, so long as you start eating again. What is it your boss needs?”

“A phone call, I think.”

“Not a fitness for duty statement?”

She shook her head. “No. Nothing so formal.”

Not yet anyway.

“Good, because that would require a real physical and some labs. Jot his number down for me.” He pulled a small notebook out of a pocket and handed it to her, along with a pen.

As she gave it back, he caught her hand in his. “I’ve thought about you so many times over the years. I guess I always believed—” The color in his face deepened. “When will you be back through Bishop so we can talk? Or better yet, I’ve got a few days off after today’s clinic. I could backpack with you. Meet you wherever you’re—”

“Uh-uh.” She shook her head. “It’s against regulations to bring civilians, other than the trail crew, on Park Service work projects.”

His blue eyes twinkled. She’d forgotten how intense they were, like a multihued ocean. “You told me you were heading over Baxter Pass.”

“Yeah.” She smiled back because she couldn’t help herself. “So I did. I’m also telling you not to follow me.”

He bent his head, and brushed his lips over hers. The kiss was so sweet and so fleeting, memories flooded her, and she pulled away, her heart doing flip-flops.

“If it won’t be different this time, don’t start.” Her voice held a thin, strained note.

“Things will be different. I would’ve called you. Almost did a hundred times, but I felt so rotten about—”

“Dr. O’Malley.” Bridgette clumped across the yard and grabbed his arm. “You have patients.”

He shook her off. “When have you ever known me to leave before I’ve seen each and every one of them?”

“Never.” She sounded sullen.

“And it won’t happen today, either. Get back inside, and hold down the fort. If you could take vitals on everyone it would be a big help.”

Bridgette’s gaze moved from Tim to Moira. Pursing her lips in an unpleasant expression, she stalked back into the clinic.

Tim turned to Moira. “It was wonderful to see you again. Here.” He scribbled something on one of the tiny sheets of notebook paper, tore it off, and handed it to her. “My cell. Call anytime.”

“I just may take you up on that.”

* * * *

Tim wasn’t ready to go back into the clinic. His emotions were too close to the surface. He watched Moira’s truck drive out of the parking lot heading south. The last time he’d seen her ate at him like an out-of-control cancer. They’d spent hours in his apartment arguing. Though he’d dissected it a hundred times, trying to figure out what he could’ve done differently, he’d never come up with anything useful.

He made a strong effort to stuff the memory into its subterranean hidey-hole, but it wouldn’t cooperate. Since the professional objectivity he’d need to face a waiting room full of patients had just scattered like so much dust, he set off at a brisk pace intending to circle the block. He knew from experience that once that particular memory surfaced, he had to let it play itself out.

Bridgette and the clinic would just have to give him a few minutes more.

“I tell you I’m done. Not just done. Fucking done.”

Tears streamed down Moira’s swollen, blotchy face.

“I’ve waited for you since I was sixteen years old, Tim O’Malley. That’s six years in case you can’t count. I didn’t expect much back then, but we’re nearly done with college. You won’t do any more than kiss me. You won’t live with me. You won’t talk about getting married. Fuck! Why am I even bothering?”

She jumped to her feet and ran to a window, gripping the sill hard enough to whiten her knuckles.

He grabbed her arm. “I—I do love you, Moira. I’ve told you I want to save sex until after we’re married.”

“Well I don’t. Besides, you never asked me to marry you.”

“You’re not being fair. There are things I can’t tell you.”

She whirled, her golden eyes on fire. “Fine. Keep your fucking secrets. And keep your fucking virginity. I talked with Father O’Brannigan—”

A chill marched down his spine. “You what?”

“You heard me. I had to talk to someone. Even he said it wouldn’t be the end of the world if we had sex. He said God would forgive me so long as we got married. What’s the problem? Do you like boys? Jesus, even the clerk at the corner store is hotter for me than you are.”

Mo ghrá—”

“Don’t ‘mo ghrá’ me.” She twisted out of his grasp. “Get out of here. Don’t worry. I’ll be gone by the time you get back.”


“For the love of Christ, just leave. If you ever loved me—” Her face crumpled and she sobbed helplessly, turning away from him.

Feeling like he was being torn in two, Tim stormed out of his apartment. The minute he got to the bottom of his steps, he began to run. He loved Moira. Loved her with every fiber of his being. But he understood his duty to his Druid heritage too. Slated to be the next Arch Druid, he was forbidden physical congress with women. His magic needed to be honed to the highest possible level.

Sex would interfere.

Tim ran until sweat streamed down his sides, despite the chill of an unseasonably cool June in California. A full moon hung low, clinging to the horizon. It was a lover’s moon. He cursed, drowning in irony. A lover’s moon, but not for him.

He wasn’t surprised when he ended up ten miles north of Davis at the Druids’ priory. Despite it being three in the morning, he pulled the bell chain. Its somber chime matched his mood.

The intercom next to the carved oak door crackled. “What business brings you here?” It was a standard Druid greeting, though the speaker sounded half-asleep.

“I must see Liam. Now.”

“Tim O’Malley. Is that you?”

Tim blew out a ragged breath. “Yes. Let me in, goddammit.”

A tone sounded, and the door swung open soundlessly on well-oiled hinges. A man he didn’t recognize hustled up the long hallway. “Master.” He inclined his head.

“I’m no one’s master. Go back to sleep. I know the way.”

Liam McAllister’s quarters were on the third floor of the rambling stone structure that had once been a Catholic monastery. Tim pounded up the stairs, his stomach so tight he wondered if he’d vomit. He’d just raised a fist to hammer on Liam’s door when it opened, and the Arch Druid stood before him. If the older man had been asleep, it didn’t show.

“Welcome, son.” Liam held out his arms, but Tim shook his head. Without waiting for an invitation, he stomped into the spacious quarters lined with leaded glass windows on two walls. The moon mocked him, front and center in those windows.

“You have to release me from my vows.”

Liam drew his thick eyebrows together. “You must know I cannot do that. You didn’t take vows. You were born to your calling.”

Tim spun to face the man who’d been like a father to him. Long, white hair framed his bearded face. Bright blue eyes radiated concern. The Arch Druid was tall—of a height with Tim—and wraith-thin. Black robes flowed around him.

“But it’s not like I’m the Dalai Lama.” He took a breath to steady himself. “You don’t understand. I love Moira. It’s tearing me up that I can’t have her. Christ! I can’t even tell her why I can’t make love to her—or marry her.”

Liam nodded slowly. He reached a kindly hand toward Tim. “Actually, you are a lot like the Dalai Lama. ’Tis the goddess who picks our progression. Would you care to sit, son? I believe a spot of spirits might calm you.”

“Irish whiskey won’t solve this.”

Liam made a snorting noise. “A dram of good Irish whiskey will solve practically anything. Or at least soften it till it feels more manageable.”

He pulled a decanter close and poured amber liquid into two cut-crystal shot glasses, pushing one toward Tim. “You will be able to wed once your training is complete, and you sit in my place.”

Battling frustration, Tim drained his glass. The whiskey burned going down. It matched the fire in his soul.

He trained his gaze on Liam. “You don’t understand. That may have worked hundreds of years ago. Not anymore. Look at you. Goddess willing, you’ll live another twenty or thirty years. Maybe more. By then Moira will be long since married to another. Hell, she could be a grandmother.” He banged a fist on one of the tables scattered about the room. A lamp rattled ominously, and he reached to steady it.

“Please,” Tim begged. “At least let me tell her why I can’t wed her.”

Liam shook his head. “I cannot do that. The workings of our society have always been secret. ’Tis how we’ve shielded ourselves from the machinations of the Church.”

“The Church isn’t still out to get us. Not actively, anyway.”

Liam turned on him, blue eyes ablaze. “Thinking like that will land you in trouble. Have you not followed their exorcisms? Or their dogma? And ’tis not just the Catholics I’m talking of here. What do you believe clerics think of those like us who call magic, engage in astral travel, and commune with gods, spirits, and the dead?”

Tim’s shoulders sagged. He felt like a sail with the wind knocked out of it, attached to a ship that would never find port. “That we were evil.”

Liam nodded. “Organized religion’s raison d’être is to rid the Earth of wickedness. Moira is Catholic. She goes to confession. I tell you, son, we cannot risk it. ’Tisn’t been so very long since they killed one of us. Surely you recall Sean Newbry. ’Twas scarcely an accidental drowning. His astral self came to me whilst he was dying.”


“The parish priest caught him in the midst of a blood offering ceremony, talking with Earth spirits. Sean was certain the cleric followed him since he’d taken care to go deep into the Sierra foothills.”

Tim fought a sinking feeling. “You said drowning.”

“Are you certain you want the grisly details?”


“Four priests waylaid him late one night, bound him, gagged him, tied a heavy weight about his waist—”

“Enough.” Tim sat heavily. He dropped his head into his hands and remembered what Moira told him about talking with Father O’Brannigan. What a fucked up mess this had turned into. He still cared about Druidry, but did he care enough to give up Moira for the rest of his life?

“Tim?” Liam asked after a long silence.

He looked up. “No matter how I slice and dice this, I don’t want to live without her. Hell, I don’t know if I can.”

“I understand.” A considered intake of breath and Liam continued. “I gave you permission to attend medical school. That was a concession as I’d rather you were here by my side. Then you came up with that idea about a public health degree.

“Mayhap it would be best if you didn’t see Moira—or even call her—at least for a while. Try to immerse yourself in your studies. Believe me, son, when I tell you the goddess takes care of her own.”

A sob rose from the depths of his soul. Mortified, Tim tried to swallow the next one down. He stuffed a knuckle in his mouth and bit down hard.

“’Tis all right. Life does not give us easy choices.” Liam got to his feed, walked around the table, and patted Tim’s back. “There is no shame in tears.”

Forcing himself to return to the present, Tim took a deep breath, and then another. He wasn’t twenty-two anymore. He could stand up to Liam if it came down to it. He pulled open the side door to the clinic and went to the tiny staff room, where he knew he’d find the afternoon’s schedule posted. Despite reliving painful memories, he felt more alive than he had in years.

The goddess had brought Moira back into his life. Things would be different this time. He’d see to it, even if it meant confronting Liam and walking away from Druidry forever.


I’m basically a mountaineer at heart. I remember many hours at my desk where my body may have been stuck inside Image1four walls, but my soul was planning yet one more trip to the backcountry.

Around the turn of the last century (that would be 2000, not 1900!), I finagled a move to the Eastern Sierra, a mecca for those in love with the mountains. Stories always ran around in my head on backcountry trips, sometimes as a hedge against abject terror when challenging conditions made me fear for my life, sometimes for company.

Eventually, the inevitable happened. I returned from a trip and sat down at the computer. Three months later, a five hundred page novel emerged. It wasn’t very good, but it was a beginning. I learned a lot between writing that novel and its sequel, and I’ve been writing ever since.

In addition to turning out books, I enjoy wilderness photography. A standing joke is that over ten percent of my pack weight is camera gear, which means my very tolerant husband has to carry the food — and everything else too.

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Guest Post: Life’s A Beach by Jamie K. Schmidt #Giveaway @Jamiekswriter

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Dude’s Top Five


Jamie K. Schmidt

In my new release, Life’s A Beach Book One of the Hawaii Heat series, the hero is hiding out on Kaanapali beach pretending to be a beach bum named Dude. Dude has very simple life goals. He’s like to maintain a buzz, work on his tan, and swing in his hammock. Here is his top five must haves for hammock life.

1. An ice cooler stocked with tasty beverages. In Dude’s case, he likes Corona’s with limes. It goes without saying that there’s a Swiss Army knife with a bottle opener attached to the cooler.

2. Sunblock. The more you have on, the longer you can hang out without being burned to a crisp.

3. Snorkeling Gear. If you’ve got some, you can make a quick buck giving out lessons. Or pretend to be working when you’re really just hanging loose.

4. Sunglasses. Eyes are the window of the soul but more importantly, you can scope out all the bikinis without being obvious about it.

5. Board shorts. Nobody likes banana hammocks or budgie smugglers as the Australians say. You want something that can go from the ocean to the bar without attracting too much attention.

And while it’s not on Dude’s list, you can never go wrong with a good book. Read all about Dude and Amelia in Life’s A Beach.

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Image1Life’s A Beach

Hawaii Heat Series

Book One

Jamie K. Schmidt

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Publisher: Random House, Loveswept

Date of Publication: 1/5/16

ISBN: 9781101886588


Number of pages: 232

Word Count: 65,000-words

blurbAmelia Parker has booked a two-week vacation to Maui to surprise her boyfriend on their second anniversary. She works as a concierge in a boutique hotel in Manhattan. Her boss demands she cancels her vacation because her back-up has quit, leaving him without coverage for a major convention. Amelia won’t be able to get her money back and her boss won’t reimburse her. When she stands firm about still going on the vacation she booked a year ago, she gets fired. Amelia goes back home to her boyfriend’s apartment that she shares with him. She catches him in bed with the barista of her favorite coffee shop.

Amelia is out of a job

Out of an apartment

Out of a relationship

And shit out of coffee

When Amelia arrives in Maui, newly single and unemployed, she’s shocked to discover the resort she booked is actually a ramshackle little beachside hotel. At least the scenery is easy on the eyes—as is the toned, laid-back snorkel instructor, “Dude.” After two weeks of sun, serenity, and mind-blowing sex, she even accepts a job as the hotel’s concierge. But what Amelia really wants is to relaunch the place completely. And that means convincing the absentee Wall Street billionaire owner, Samuel Kincaide, to take a chance on her.

Samuel has a plan, too: selling off every last reminder of his former life and chilling all day, every day as his slacker alter ego . . . Dude. He loves his romps in the ocean, and under the sheets, with the feisty Amelia. If she discovers his true identity, her boundless enthusiasm and innovative business plan will seriously diminish his hammock time. But when Amelia runs into real trouble on the island, he’ll put everything on the line to keep her safe. He just hopes that the woman who’s falling for Dude will feel the same about Samuel.

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Advance Praise for Life’s a Beach

“An unputdownable, laugh-out-loud read, Life’s a Beach is filled with humor and heart.”—New York Times bestselling author Cherry Adair

“I can’t remember the last book that made me smile this much. Jamie Schmidt is ridiculously talented—she does fun and flirty every bit as well as she does hot and sexy, with just right amount of emotional punch.”—USA Today bestselling author Lauren Layne

excerptThis couldn’t be happening to her. When she’d seen the ad for the all-inclusive resort in Hawaii last year, it had been like a dream come true. Fishing around under her desk, Amelia pulled out the brochure. It was creased and wrinkled from her having looked at it a million times. The hotel was shaped like a horseshoe around a gigantic pool and tiki bar. The beach in the distance showed cerulean blue waves with just a hint of whitecaps. She wanted to be on that beach so much, her teeth ached.

“Can you have this dry-cleaned?” A guest shoved a large plastic bag over the counter, knocking over her pirate’s chest of wrapped candy.

“Sure,” Amelia said, taking the bag. Once she got the guest’s room number and laundry preferences, she tagged the bag and called in a pickup at one of the local laundries. Then she booked a few more theater and dinner reservations and gave out some walking maps of the city. By the time she got back to her brochure, it was around three in the afternoon.

“Nine a.m. island time,” she said, dialing the resort’s number.

It rang and rang. No one picked up. No one picked up an hour later, either. Finally, around five o’clock her time, a groggy voice drawled into the phone.

“Whatchu want?”

“Um, is this the Palekaiko Beach Resort?”

“It is, sistah,” the voice said in a warm, smiling voice that made her toes tingle. “What can I do for you?”

She could almost picture him leaning against a desk like hers. Only his view wasn’t icy sleet and gray drabness, but lush greens and ocean blue. Shaking herself back into the present, she said, “I need to change my reservation.”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t know where Hani is right now.”

“Who’s Hani?” she asked.

He yawned. “He’s in charge of all that.”

“Who are you?”

“They call me Dude.”


“Ya, as in I’m the dude that teaches snorkeling. The phone was harshing my buzz, so I answered it.”

“Isn’t it before noon there?” Amelia was giddy at the thought of drinking before noon.

“It’s five o’clock somewhere, sunshine.”

That it is. She scowled at the mermaid clock on the wall. “Look, do you know when Hani will be back?”

He sighed. “No. In fact, I don’t see Kai or Makoa around either. Must’ve gone surfing.”

Amelia’s breath caught. “How are the waves, there?”

“Here, we’ve got some storm surge but down the coast there’s some beach break.”

“Are they . . . gnarly?” Amelia tried out some slang.

His husky laugh sent a shiver up her spine. “You should come see for yourself, sweet thing.”

There was one little problem with that. Her excitement deflated like a balloon, complete with the raspberry noise. “That’s actually the reason why I’m calling. I need to switch dates on my reservation. I know it’s last-minute, but my boss canceled my vacation.”

“Sounds like an asshole.”

Vindication surged through her and she looked quickly around, but the desk crew were the only ones around. “He is,” she whispered. “He wants me to move my two-week vacation to May.”

“Aw, honey, I’m afraid we can’t do that.”

“Why not? It’s all right if you have to charge me a fee.”

“Nah, you don’t understand. We ain’t gonna be here in May.”

“What?” She heard a screeching sound in her head.

“The big kahuna is selling and the new owners will tear it down to build condos.”

“Oh, no!,” she said. “Can I get my money back?”

“We can credit your card.”

“No,” Amelia said. “I paid by check. Monthly. For over a year. I sent in the last payment a month ago.”

“Hm,” he said. “Well, I’m sure something can be done. The kahuna is a big shot. If you write him a letter, he can fix you up.”

Amelia’s hand was shaking as she grabbed her pen. “What’s his name?”

“Samuel Kincaide.”

“I see.” She tried to keep the tears out of her voice.

“Don’t cry, wahine.”

She didn’t trust her voice. “I d-don’t want my money back. I want to go on my dream vacation.”

“Then come on.”

“I’ll get in trouble,” she said with a watery giggle.

“I get it,” Dude said. “But your kahuna sounds like a grade-A prick.”

“So does yours.”

He barked out a loud laugh. “I tell you what—you come on down and I’ll buy you a drink.”

She sniffled. “What’s the weather like down there?”

“It’s a little chilly today. It’s about seventy-five.”

Amelia bit back a moan. Seventy-five! She had a cute little sundress all picked out that would be perfect with a little lacy shawl.

“But that’s because of the wind. Once the wind dies down later this afternoon should be about ninety.”

This time she did let out a moan.

“Where are you calling from?” he asked, his voice sounding like honey over gravel.


“Sistah, get on the plane.” He chuckled. “That’s a no-brainer.”

“What’s the worst he can do?” Amelia said, almost to herself.

“Are you a doctor?”

“Doctor?” She huffed in surprise. “No, I’m a concierge.”

“So no one’s life depends on you while you’re on vacation?”

“I don’t even have a cat.”

“If he fires you, can you survive?”

Amelia thought about it. Jay might be pissed. Although, truth be told, he really didn’t care about stuff like that. That’s what she liked about him. There were no problems, no troubles. In fact, he had asked her to move in when she didn’t have a job, so it probably wouldn’t be that big a deal. If worse came to worst, they’d eat ramen noodles for a few months until she got into another hotel. They could rekindle their relationship over a shared misery and look over the pictures of their once-in-a-lifetime vacation.

“Sistah, you still there?”

“Unfortunately.” She sighed.

“Look, you gotta do what you gotta do. I’ll make sure the kahuna gives you all your money back. He listens to me. You got no worries. You make sure you have no regrets.”

“Thanks,” she said. While the phone was cradled between her neck and shoulders, she rubbed her arms to stave off the chill as she stared dejectedly out the window. The sleet just kept coming down in gray icy waves. “I really appreciate that.”

“I got to tell you, though, that I’ve got a bucket of Coronas just waitin’ to be shared. I’ll even throw in a free snorkel lesson. Come find me.”

“Where are you going to be?” Her mouth curved into a smile.

“In my hammock. Just ask for Dude.”


“Yes, sweet thing?”

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“That’s my girl.”

Amelia hung up and started shaking her head. Mr. Kensington would be disappointed, but he wouldn’t really fire her, right? She was the only experienced concierge he had, and she was a hard worker. She always picked up extra shifts and never complained. So he’d have to hire a temp, or get one of the desk staff to fill in for a few days. Most of them were native New Yorkers and could recommend restaurants. All of her contacts for shows and tours were on the computer. It was just customer service. She’d even stay extra late tonight to help train them. And she’d only be gone two weeks. It was only right that she took the vacation that had been booked and approved a year ago. She’d earned it. And she and Jay needed it. She couldn’t even remember the last time they’d had sex. Amelia needed to put her relationship first. Straightening her shoulders, she marched into Kensington’s office to tell him the bad news.

Amelia trudged to the bus stop with all of her personal belongings in a large plastic garbage bag. She no longer cared about avoiding icy puddles, because she was already soaked through.

By the time she got off at her stop, Zarafina was long gone, and the café where Quinn worked was closed. Too bad—she could have used another shot of caffeine. It felt like it was taking an eternity to get to her apartment. All she wanted was a nice hot shower and to put on soft wool socks. She’d tell Jay about losing her job after Maui. No sense ruining his fun. And if she started to stress, she’d just order more rum drinks. She deserved this vacation.

“I can’t believe that rat fink Kensington fired me,.” she told her reflection in the elevator.

Opening the door to her apartment, she dumped her belongings on the floor. Crap, she thought—she’d forgotten to pick up dinner. When she didn’t bring home dinner, Jay got cranky. Oh, well, they’d have to get delivery tonight. Thai sounded good. Or maybe a nice hot steaming bowl of pho? Squishing toward the bedroom, she heard loud moaning sounds.

“Yes, yes, yes!”

Great. Jay’s watching porn in surround sound again.

Shaking her head, she pushed open the bedroom door. Whatever witty remark she had prepared died when she realized it was live action instead of Internet porn.

Quinn in all her naked glory was bouncing on top of Jay, whose fingers were biting into Quinn’s butt so hard, he was going to leave marks.

Amelia’s feet were frozen in place. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, but as she helplessly watched Quinn working toward orgasm, she wasn’t surprised.

Hurt. Betrayed. Pissed. But not surprised.

Is it wrong that I’m madder about losing my morning coffee?

Quinn’s head tilted back as she spewed a litany of swear words. Jay lay flat on his back with his eyes closed and let her do all the work.


It was then she realized that her relationship had problems that even Maui couldn’t solve. She didn’t love Jay; otherwise she’d be more upset. He didn’t love her; otherwise he wouldn’t be banging the barista.

“You’re going to put somebody’s eye out with those,” Amelia said, finding her voice as Quinn’s big breasts heaved up and down.

Quinn shrieked and tried to cover up.

Jay pushed her over and sat up. “Babe, you’re home early.”

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USA Today bestselling author, Jamie K. Schmidt, writes erotic contemporary love stories and paranormal romances. Her Club Inferno series from Random House’s Loveswept line has hit both the Amazon and Barnes & Noble top one hundred lists. She has two other series with Loveswept: Hawaii Heat, in which the first book Life’s A Beach will be out in January 2016, and The Sentinels of Babylon, about members of vigilante Motorcycle Club and their old ladies, which is scheduled for summer 2016. Her dragon paranormal romance series from Entangled Publishing, has been called “fun and quirky” and “endearing.” Partnered with New York Times bestselling author and former porn actress, Jenna Jameson, Jamie’s hardcover debut, SPICE, continues Jenna’s FATE trilogy.

An avid knitter and jewelry maker, Jamie is never bored. She can often be found with a mug of tea on the computer flanked by her little dogs & fluffy white cat.

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Guest Post: Fuel to the Fire by @kaitgamble #Giveaway @Totally_Bound



Meet Jackie Pennington, Heroine of Fuel to the Fire

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Out of all the heroines I’ve written, I find Jackie the most interesting character to date. She’s intelligent, capable and willing to put herself out there even if it makes her uncomfortable. But what made her so fascinating to me was that on top of all the emotional baggage, she was like two different people at the same time, Jacqueline Pennington the fallen heiress and Jackie the elementary teacher in need of a break.

Let me back up a bit.

The tale that the gossips love to repeat amongst themselves is about the poor little rich girl. Jacqueline was born a Pennington which afforded her a lifestyle that was out of the realm of possibility for most people but she was willing to give it all up for Logan Forrester, a young scoundrel who wasn’t of the right breeding for a Pennington. He proved them right the night she ran out of her life and he was nowhere to be found and she was set adrift while the incident got tongues wagging for years to come. To the point where whenever she reappears in society she becomes a curiosity worthy of stares and whispers.

The abandonment enables Jackie to become the woman she is presently. Unable to go back to her family and with no one to help her out, Jackie managed to put herself back together, though she never forgets the man that left her in the lurch. Jackie eventually becomes a teacher who spends most of her time working and avoiding the world she used to belong to as much as possible. That is until she is asked to be a part of her old friend’s wedding thus opening up herself to the scrutiny of the gossips once more.

And back into the arms of Logan, who she still blames for abandoning her and ruining her life. But had he really? Sure he turned her life on his ear when he left but she’s out of the clutches of her overbearing parents and she’s made a life for herself that she can be proud to say she did on her own. So was her life truly wrecked by what had happened?

Mired by all the emotions seeing Logan again brings, Jackie needs to figure out is that her life is not only better now but that it could be that much better with Logan back in it as well.


blurbCan past hurts be forgotten to make a future together?

Jaqueline Pennington once had the world at her feet, but she threw it all away for a man from the wrong side of the tracks—handsome, smart and the love of her life, Logan Forrester—only to find that she’d dropped everything for him to abandon her.

Logan wanted one thing out of life—to be with Jackie and give her the life she deserved. When that plan went to hell, he walked away and applied himself to becoming a prosperous security software engineer. A job that, years later, brings him back to Jackie.

They haven’t seen or heard from each other since that fateful night, but the chemistry that still crackles between them is too good for either one to pass up. So Jackie and Logan reach an agreement and burn off the sexual tension, getting closure during their time in St. Lucia.

But what happens to their plans when the truth about their separation comes out? Can they get over the past to build a future?

Reader advisory: This book contains scenes of voyeurism.


Then, inexplicably, he grabbed Jackie’s arm and dragged her along behind him.

Horrified, Jackie gave her friend a pleading look before they rounded the corner and stepped out of sight.

Let me go!” Jackie wrenched her hand from his grip only for him to grab her again and tighten his hold on her. “How could you do that? Wait. Why would you do that? You just ruined the meal and made a complete ass of yourself—and me!”

He looked at her with eyes filled with disdain. “You want to go back and let them talk about you like you’re not even there? Go right ahead, princess.”

Logan pressed his hands against the wall on either side of her head, caging her. “You used to love it when I called you that.”

She flinched at his use of his former nickname for her. “Don’t call me that.”

He faced her then. Stopped dead in the middle of the hall and zeroed in on her as if she was his prey. He stepped forward, forcing her to jerk back to keep the distance between them. Unfortunately, Jackie backed into a wall and trapped herself.

Logan pressed his hands against the wall on either side of her head, caging her. “You used to love it when I called you that.”

She used to love a lot of things he did. No longer. Jackie glared up at him. “You’re in my space.”

Another thing you used to love.”

She shoved at his shoulders, but it was like trying to move a brick wall. Jackie’s brain misfired the moment her fingers came into contact his hard body. It took far too long for her to remember she didn’t want him there. Touching her. Overwhelming her senses.

She shoved again. “A lot has changed, Logan.”

I should say so.” He let his gaze rove over her, lazily taking in every inch of her. “You look good.” His attention wandered lower, settling on her pelvis. “Delicious, even.”

Heat flared where his gaze settled. What was wrong with her? “You’re a pig.” Naked under his scrutiny, Jackie pushed harder. Even after the makeover, she felt insecure about her appearance. What was worse was the way her body gravitated toward his. She yearned for him. And it was appalling. How could she still want him after everything he’d done to her?

But his voice—his words—had her reacting to him so powerfully.

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Guest Post & #Giveaway: Megan Morgan-City Nights: One Night in Cleveland @morgan_romance



One Night In Cleveland is my second contribution to Tirgearr Publishing’s City Nights series. I also wrote One Night In Chicago. Cleveland (where I live) and Chicago (which I love to visit) are two of my favorite cities, so it wasn’t hard to pick the venues for my tales. But why write for City Nights in the first place? What’s the lure?

Mainly, I love the concept. I’m a city girl at heart, I found this out when I moved from the rural town where I spent most of my life to a big city in my early thirties. I love stories set in cities, especially sprawling, cosmopolitan ones where anything could happen. That’s the draw of cities: so many people and so many chances for adventure, lust-filled or otherwise. When I found out the City Nights series existed, I was excited to write something for it, and the fact no one had snagged up my two favorite cities already was a sign. I’ve been to Chicago many times and I love writing about it—much of my work is set there, across the multiple genres I write in. I’ve lived in Cleveland long enough I can tell you about it inside and out and I wanted to represent it, too.

In One Night In Cleveland, my hero Matt is a chef in an upscale Tremont restaurant. Tremont is Cleveland’s artsy, trendy hipster neighborhood with lots of restaurants and bars. Matt originally hails from Little Italy, another popular Cleveland neighborhood that hosts the biggest Italian festival in the city every August. My heroine Caylee is a cop with the Cleveland PD. She’s good at her job, despite the awkward accident that brings her in contact with Matt—Caylee mistakes him for a wanted criminal and accidentally arrests him. But instead of Matt getting angry, sparks of attraction fly.

Hard working and brave, Caylee is also dealing with the task of keeping her contrary widowed grandmother out of harm’s way. Matt is trying to remake himself and find something to be proud of after a checkered and difficult past. Desire may blossom into love one day, but at the moment, they can’t resist simply getting a taste of each other.

The City Nights series leads readers on a sexy tour around the world. Each story takes place in a twenty-four hour timeframe, and all of the stories are standalone, so you can read them in any order you wish. I love the concept behind City Nights and I’m sure I’ll be picking another city to play in soon!

divider1One_Night_in_Cleveland_by_Megan_Morgan-200blurbChef Matt Fattore lives a clean and lawful life—so he doesn’t expect to meet the woman of his wet dreams by being arrested by her. When Lieutenant Caylee Benton of the Cleveland PD mistakes him for a wanted burglar, Matt finds out fantasies sometimes land right in your lap—and frisk you.

Sparks fly despite the misunderstanding and Matt decides to take a chance and ask her out—and maybe, coax her into bed. But Caylee is more than just a beautiful woman with a badge and a gun. While Matt is falling in lust with her, she’ll become his hero, too.

Matt is about to spend the wildest twenty-four hours of his life in Cleveland, and if he’s lucky, he’ll be in handcuffs by the end of the night.


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excerpt“Do you like being a cop?

She nodded. “I do. It can be grueling sometimes, but I like helping people. I like knowing I took somebody dangerous off the street so people out there can be a little safer.”

“There’s lots of dangerous people on the streets, though.” 

“Job security.” She checked out the tattoos on his arms. Lots of designs and lots of color, over all that hard, rippling muscle. He could probably pick her up easily with those arms. “What about you? A chef. That sounds interesting.”

“It can be.”

“How long have you been one?” 

“About a year. I’ve worked in restaurants for a long time, though. The guy who owns this place, we used to work together in another restaurant.” 

Caylee stretched over to where a pile of menus sat on the bar. She plucked one up. “Let’s see what we have here.”

He glanced down and picked at his shirt. She was examining his artwork. 

“I like to keep things simple,” he said. “But diverse, you know? People like good-looking dishes, but they still want simple flavors, things they recognize. People nowadays, they eat different than they used to. A lot of vegetarians and vegans, I like to have options for them. Healthier things, too. And people who do eat meat, they like to know the animal was treated well before it ended up on their plate.” 

“Sounds hypocritical. I mean, either way it met its maker so you could put it in your mouth.” 

“I guess it helps some people justify their choices.” 

“What’s your favorite thing on here?” She put the menu down between them. 

Matt leaned in. She caught the scent of cologne, and beneath that a raw sweaty smell, not unpleasant. He smelled like a man. She tried not to squirm on her stool. 

He skimmed down the menu and she was momentarily distracted by his long, elegant fingers. “I’d have to say this linguini dish, here.” He tapped the item description. “It’s actually a take on my mom’s recipe. I’m Italian. I grew up in Little Italy.”

She pulled the menu back. “I need to eat here. I don’t get into Tremont very often. My job keeps me pretty busy.” 

“Arresting poor, innocent men minding their own business.” His tone was light and teasing. 

“Yes, but sometimes you accidentally arrest a poor, innocent, handsome man.” 

He smiled, his gaze drifting downward for a moment, to her chest. Her heart pounded. He’d put some kind of sexy spell on her, that could be the only explanation. 

“I hope you get your man,” he said. “I’m really sorry I look so much like him.” 

“Not up close, trust me. You’re much better looking.”

bioMegan Morgan is a multi-published award winning urban fantasy, paranormal romance, and erotica authorpicauthor from Cleveland, Ohio. Bartender by day and purveyor of things that go bump in the night, she’s trying to turn writing into her day job so she can be on the other side of the bar for a change. Hailing from the often-wintry shores of Lake Erie, she lives with an attention-seeking cat and her adult son, both of which shed too much.







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Guest Post with Charlotte Howard – Love at First Sight @shy_tiger (One Night in Edinburgh )

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Does love at first sight exist?

I knew from the moment I met my husband that he would be the man I marry and have children with. But before I met him, I was a non-believer. In fact when I think back to previous relationships, I remember being worried that I would never find The One because I couldn’t see myself settling down. Then I met Rich and realised that you can fall in love with someone before you’ve even met them. Let me explain…

I always wanted to get married, start a family, and be a housewife. I wanted to spend my days writing stories and becoming a best-selling author. I fell in love easily – I said those three words to almost every single boyfriend I ever had, and at the time I meant it. A few weeks later though, and either they cheated or I got bored. When I was 18, I joined the RAF. It didn’t last very long and I discharged myself before even passing out. But I did meet ‘M’ and yes, I fell in love. But he lived on the other side of the country to me. Texting and phoning was expensive, so we started using chatrooms and MSN messenger (for those under the age of 25, this is what we did before Facebook and Twitter). It was in one of these that I started talking to this random bloke. He was bored and killing time, I was waiting for ‘M’ to come online.

A few weeks passed, and ‘M’ and I split up. Not long after that, I left home and moved into a flat without an internet connection. But I still wanted to stay in contact with Rich – so we did this strange thing. We swapped addresses and started writing letters to each other. We became pen pals!

Rich kept asking to meet me IRL, but I wasn’t keen on that. What if he was a mad axe murderer?! Then, after 2 years, I gave in.

On 19 April 2003, I was working in a vet surgery in Lincoln and living in the flat above it. It was a Saturday, and I was on-call along with a receptionist and the vet. I agreed that I would meet Rich, but I didn’t expect him to actually turn up. But he did. And I fell in love. I left my flat, my job, and all the securities I had behind, and in the July moved down to Somerset to be with him. It was a risk, especially as I was terrified that it wouldn’t work out. I mean, I’d fallen in love several times before, so why would this relationship be any different?

But it did work out, and we’re still together. Over the years I’ve come to realise that love at first sight does exist. Not only that, but that I fell in love with Rich’s personality long before we met. And it was this experience that I called on when I wrote for Tirgearr Publishing’s City Nights series, creating One Night in Edinburgh.


One Night in Edinburghby Charlotte Howard - 500blurbChloe Shade has travelled to Edinburgh to meet up with a potential client, and has just twenty-four hours to convince them to sign her contract. But when she meets the delicious Ethan, he proves to be so much more than an enticing distraction. It’s not long before Chloe has some life changing decisions to make, and less than a day to make them.

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bioBritish author, Charlotte Howard, was born in Oman and spent much of the first part of her life flitting between Oman, Scotland, and England. Now settled in Somerset, Charlotte lives with her husband, two children, and growing menagerie of pets.

Her career as a writer began at an early age, with a poem being featured in an anthology for the East Midlands. Since then Charlotte has written many short stories and poems, and finally wrote her first full-length piece of fiction in 2010.

During what little spare time she has, Charlotte enjoys reading and writing (of course), spending time with her family, and watching action movies whilst eating curry and drinking tea.

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Guest Post and #Giveaway: Native Tongue by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #gay #romance #mm


Coming Out by Lucy Felthouse

When I started writing Native Tongue I knew there’d be a coming out scene in there somewhere. It had to happen—the boys met and fell in love in a situation where coming out wasn’t an option, but once their lives moved to England, they couldn’t stay in the closet any longer.

I didn’t worry too much about writing the scene because every single person on this planet is different and therefore it means that there’s no “right” way to come out, and no “right” way for others to react. It’s down to each individual person, so once I got there I just wrote what came naturally to me. I suppose I was inspired a little bit by my experiences of friends coming out to me, but otherwise I didn’t do any research or anything, for the reasons I mentioned above.

Hugh Wilkes’ family don’t feature in the first book, so it was nice for me as the author to meet them, and although they’re not a huge part of the second book, I became very fond of them.

Hugh Wilkes is pretty sure his family members are going to be okay with him being gay, but that didn’t mean he’d find it easy to come out. There was still a lot of nervousness, which is why it was great that his boyfriend, Rustam Balkhi, was there to support him.

Overall, this scene was pretty easy to write, and I didn’t worry about it too much, but it was still fantastic to have a comment from a reader that said it was a great scene because it was so similar to what had happened in their own family! I didn’t plan it that way, but I’m happy to know it resonated with someone.

I hope you enjoy this snippet, and will check out the rest of the boys’ story.

Happy Reading,

Lucy x


nativetongueblurbThey may be back on British soil, but the battle isn’t over.

When Captain Hugh Wilkes fell for his Afghan interpreter, Rustam Balkhi, he always knew things would never be easy. After months of complete secrecy, their return to England should have spelt an end to the sneaking around and the insane risks. But it seems there are many obstacles for them to overcome before they can truly be happy together. Can they get past those obstacles, or is this one battle too many for their fledgling relationship?

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excerpt“We normally save that for when we’ve got booze, but yeah, tea works.” He raised his own cup, by now handed to him by his mother, then took a sip. Seeing the madness had calmed, Stanley loped over for some fuss, which Wilkes willingly and enthusiastically gave.

Once everyone had settled down into chairs and gotten their refreshments collected or topped up, he shot a quick glance at Balkhi, who gave him an almost imperceptible nod.

Okay, he said to himself. This is it. No going back.

The silence hung for a few seconds while Wilkes screwed up his courage. Fuck. Just when you thought it couldn’t get any more awkward than falling in love with your Afghan interpreter, it bloody well does.

“Guys, listen up!” he said brightly, immediately snapping everyone’s attention to him. “I’ve got you here under slightly false pretences, I’m afraid. Not that I didn’t want to see you all, of course. I did, and I do. I’ve missed you terribly.” Stop stalling, Wilkes, you pussy! “But, my real reason for getting you here is to tell you my news. You see, uh, Rustam here has come with me this weekend for a reason. I’ve wanted to tell you all this for some time, but haven’t quite found the right moment. But recently I’ve come to realise there’s no point in keeping quiet any longer.” He cleared his throat. “I’m gay, everyone. I’m gay, and Rustam is my boyfriend. We met out in Afghanistan on my last tour. He was my interpreter. At some point, we fell in love and have been together ever since.”


bioLucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of Lucy_Felthouse (2)subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at:


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Guest Post and #Giveaway: Life of Privilege by Amanda Bretz @Totally_Bound

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The Things Money Can’t Buy

I’m happy to be a guest here today at All I Want and More, thank you for hosting me on your blog!

It’s a bit of a cliché, but the old adage that money doesn’t buy the best things in life is so true. Wealth can buy plenty of comforts. Fame and status can get someone pretty far in certain aspects. But what does a life in the public eye lack? What does one trade for fame, wealth and privilege?

Those were questions I tried to answer in my latest novel Life of Privilege.

The heroine of my story Katherine Dawson is a celebrity in the fashion world. She’s one of the judges on a reality TV competition for budding fashion designers. She’s also the heiress to one of the largest clothing companies in America. In addition to being an heiress, she also serves as the face of the company, modeling the new lines each fall and spring.

When the book opens we find Katherine on her wedding day, she’s about to marry Nathan Taylor, the producer of the reality TV show where she’s a judge. He’s touted as an up and coming producer, so their union appears to round out her seemingly perfect life.

As the tagline for the novel says: Living the life of a celebrity isn’t as perfect as it seems. As the story unfolds, bits of Katherine’s past are revealed and the idea that while on the surface it seems she had it all in her old life, she feels like she’s truly living a privileged life when she escapes her celebrity status.

For years she’d had to base every private decision in her life on how it would impact her public persona. That sort of pressure has taken a toll on Katherine. After years of being in the public eye, she develops intense anxiety issues. She gives up her life of luxury in Manhattan and moves to Seattle where people don’t recognize her as a celebrity.

For the first time, she’s able to partake of simple, ordinary events that feel like luxuries to her. Things like walking into a coffee shop unnoticed, attending a music concert and forming new relationships with people who like her for the person she is, not the celebrity she used to be hold more value to her than money and status.

So, living in Seattle and being able to get out and go unnoticed mean a lot to her. It’s not always easy—and wouldn’t it make for such a boring book if everything did go smoothly for her?

In the following scene, Katherine has just fled a coffee shop because she thinks a man has recognized her. He hasn’t, what has really happened is he sees she’s having a mini panic attack and he’s looking at her because he wants to try to help her. She doesn’t want the media whirlwind that surrounded her in New York City to happen in Seattle so she leaves before anyone can out her as the famous Katherine Dawson. She’s able to run onto a city bus and the close call with almost being found out makes her realize that maybe the man in the coffee shop meant to help her, not to try to call attention to her celebrity status.


blurb Life of Privilege:lifeofprivilege_800

Living the life of a celebrity isn’t always as perfect as it seems.

Katherine Dawson was born into a life of privilege as the heiress to an apparel dynasty. Between judging a reality TV competition for budding fashion designers and having been the face of her family’s clothing line for most of her life, she’s one of the biggest celebrities in her field.

When she becomes engaged to up-and-coming television producer Nathan Taylor, she appears to have it all. To any outsider, she has a picture-perfect life, so when Katherine leaves her groom-to-be at the altar and disappears, the tabloids are full of speculation over her sudden departure.

Fleeing New York to hide out in Seattle, she quickly finds that living the life of an heiress in hiding isn’t as easy as she thought, especially after she meets a magnetic writer named Royce Reynolds. In her new life on the West Coast, she struggles to keep her anonymity, and experiences a relationship with a man who wants her for the person she is, not the celebrity she used to be.

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excerptExcerpt from Life of Privilege:

Her footsteps fell loudly against the sidewalk and she saw a bus stopping at the next block up. She sprinted and caught it just in time. She counted her blessings that it was nearly empty, but selected a seat near the back and pulled her hat down lower over her eyes for good measure. She’d had a close call in the coffeehouse. Craning her neck, she looked out of the back window of the bus toward the café she’d fled. Slapping her palm over her mouth, she stopped herself just short of gasping in surprise. The man who’d sat next to her was standing outside the coffeehouse looking left and right, searching the people milling around on the street. His body language was tense and she could almost swear that he was frowning. Was he looking for her? Could he have recognized her? Or was it possible that a stranger might actually show compassion for her well-being?

The bus started moving. She turned around and faced forward. Whatever the man in the coffeehouse wanted, she was glad she’d left when she did. Her breathing was starting to return to normal and her body was beginning to relax. She closed her eyes and recalled the scene in the coffee shop. Would she ever truly be able to interact and mingle with others? The fear of being found out ate at her insides. It wasn’t just that she didn’t want to deal with the media coverage. It was more than not wanting to be Katherine Dawson anymore.

For the first time in her adult life she was free to make her own choices and that scared her. She could choose what she looked like, who she befriended, what she ate and what hobbies and interests to pursue. Suppressing a sob, she realized how much she’d given up staying in her old life. Such basic rights seemed like rare privileges. What so many others took for granted or saw as humdrum facets of a boring life had the appeal of bright and shiny jewels to her.



In addition to being the author of contemporary, historical and erotic romance, Amanda Bretz A_Bretzholds a degree in communication from Florida Gulf Coast University in Fort Myers, Florida. She is a multi-published author of several books and short stories and has worked as a journalist in both print and online news. Amanda writes romantic stories with happy endings and invites readers to experience the rush of falling in love.

When not writing, Amanda can be found whipping up something delectable in her kitchen, spending time in nature or getting lost in a good book.

She resides in the beautiful Pacific Northwest with her husband, Brandon.


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Guest Post and #Giveaway: Bite Me by @RobynBachar

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Image11Bite Me

Robyn Bachar

Genre: Erotic paranormal romance

Publisher: Samhain Publishing

Date of Publication: March 17, 2015

ISBN: 978-1-61922-457-5

Number of pages: 211

Word Count: 80k

Cover Artist: Kanaxa



The End is the Beginning

I didn’t want to write about the end of the world. I wanted to write about what happened after it. Someone always manages to survive the apocalypse—the lucky few who were far enough inland to avoid the asteroid-induced flooding, avoided the sharknadoes, or hid while the zombie horde shambled by. So what happens then? How do you survive when humanity is on the endangered species list?

In Bite Me, Lizzy Addams is fortunate enough to survive the zombie apocalypse, but Lizzy is a vampire. She can’t scrounge through abandoned grocery stores for food, and her particular breed of vampire needs to feed on sex in addition to blood. Lizzy needs to find survivors to feed from before she starves, but the survivors she rescues aren’t exactly excited about being a naughty buffet. They just want to find a safe place to rebuild.

Bite Me was a blast to write because my muse ran wild with ideas for what happens after the zombie apocalypse. Which brings me to ask what would you do? What would you do if you woke up tomorrow and the world was covered with zombies? Look for your family like Rick in The Walking Dead? Or maybe head to the pub like Shaun and Ed in Shaun of the Dead? Where would you go for food? Fuel? Coffee? Weapons? Would you fight, or would you hide? How would you begin again?


blurbConsumed by the need to feed…

After an out-of-control spell triggers the zombie apocalypse, Lizzy Addams is left in the ruins of Chicago with only the slightly unhinged commentary—and endless erotic appetites—of her inner demon for company. Her blood supply dwindling, she is forced to find survivors to feed from, or die trying.

Officer Angela Kinney was on duty when hungry corpses overwhelmed the city. The survivors look to her for leadership, but nothing prepared her for a beautiful monster who offers safety in exchange for blood.

Sean MacMillan never expected to see Lizzy again after she rejected his attempts to lure her back to the vampire fold. But with his flock threatened by the horde and his murderous vampire brother, Lizzy is the only one he can trust to keep them safe.

The veil of secrecy shrouding the supernatural world torn apart, humanity’s only hope is to forge an alliance with vampires, werewolves, and things that go bump in the night. Though accepting their aid could be a devil’s bargain that puts humans at the bottom of the food chain.

Warning: Contains vampire orgies, angsty demon sex, a frisky lesbian werewolf, light kink, and enough sex toys to start a store.

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excerptWe emerged from the coffin to find a note taped to the inside of my closet door, with the instructions, “Sean, read this first.”

No good would come of that. Irritated, I handed him the note and opened the door. I emerged into an empty, silent bedroom. Blinking in confusion, I paused after a few steps. No flock, no werewolves and no one seated at my computer. The door was shut and locked, and my stomach dropped as I was blasted by an icy wave of fear.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, whirling on Sean.

He stood in the doorway to the closet, lean and so tall he nearly scraped the doorframe. Sean studied me silently, his face a placid mask, and then he slowly unbuttoned the jacket he’d just donned and set it aside.

“Sean…” My voice dropped in warning as he began unbuttoning his shirt. I growled for added effect, but he continued, stripping the shirt and then the undershirt beneath until he was bare-chested. He didn’t seem interested or aroused—Sean looked like a man being led to the gallows. I growled again, but instead of a threat it was a sound of interest voice by my stirring demon. She was captivated by the landscape of pale skin across his toned abs, wondering what his skin would feel like beneath our fingertips.

Lean and strong, like our Athena. Wouldn’t they make a striking pair in our bed?

“Elizabeth, come here,” Sean ordered.

I was halfway to him before I realized what had happened—anger at falling so easily into the reflex warred with my demon’s desire to obey. With a snarl I froze, planting my feet in a fighting stance just out of arm’s reach.

“What the fuck is going on?” I snapped.



bioRobyn Bachar enjoys writing stories with soul mates, swords, spaceships, vampires, and Image2gratuitous violence against the kitchen sink. Her paranormal romance Bad Witch series, historical paranormal romance series Bad Witch: The Emily Chronicles, and spicy space opera romance trilogy Cy’ren Rising are available from Samhain Publishing.

Her books have finaled in PRISM Contest for Published Authors, the Passionate Plume Contest, and twice in the EPIC eBook Awards.

As a gamer, Robyn has spent many hours rolling dice, playing rock-paper-scissors, and slaying creatures in mmorpgs.

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Guest Post and #Giveaway: Final Surrender by @JenniferKacey ~ @GoddessFish


Clay and Angela from Final Surrender are here today answering my question.

Clay, list 5 things Angela would be surprised to learn about you that she doesn’t already know.

  1. Favorite cartoon when I was little was Pinky and the Brain from the Animaniacs.
  2. I’m allergic to chick peas. Good thing they’re gross.
  3. I get hard instantly when she brushes against me. She actually already knows this one but I like to remind her.
  4. I’ve worn a size 14 shoe since I was 16. And yes the rumors are true.
  5. There isn’t a man on the planet happier than I am. Not one. She’s my everything and I will never take her for granted again.

And Angela, same question. List 5 things Clay would be surprised to learn about you that he doesn’t already know.

  1. I’m afraid of large bodies of water. Like ocean kind of big. So cruise ships….not my thing.
  2. Once, a plastic surgeon who was married to one of my clients wanted to do me a favor and fix the scar on my abdomen for free. I said no. I said no because it was the last physical reminder I had of Clay. I earned that scar and don’t ever want to lose it.
  3. I’ve prayed for his happiness every night since I was fifteen. Never missed a night.
  4. I know he actually wears a size 14.5 shoe. And the rumors are definitely true.
  5. I get wet when he gives me “that” look across a crowded room. He actually already knows this one but he likes to remind me.



blurbTen years ago, Angela Meyers told everyone she went to New York to find herself. It was a lie. She fled from the aftermath of one hot night with Clay Waters. A night filled with wet heat, all-consuming releases…then his regret.
Now, with a stalker threatening to destroy her career, there’s only one man she trusts to protect her. The man she still loves, hates, needs with every breath she takes.

It’s not that Clay never craved his best friend’s younger sister. With a ticket to boot camp burning a hole in his pocket, he couldn’t allow himself to love her. The moment he lays eyes on her again, the old need—to take down her tightly wound hair, press her long, lean body to his—surges inside him stronger than ever.
But this is no ordinary bodyguard assignment. The best way to identify the voice in Angela’s shadow is to lure it into the light of day. Even if it means convincing her to trust him with her heart…and surrendering his own.


excerptClay kept silent and let the new reality of what she was…what they were dealing with sink in. He absentmindedly played with her hair. His fingertips pulled the wet strands slowly to the end. Angela licked her lips nervously, glancing at Clay out of the corner of her eyes.

“Are you trying to distract me?”

“Yes, is it working?” he asked with a playboy smile she didn’t know he still possessed.

“It always works, Clay. Anybody else I can tune out. Everybody else is on the outside, except for you. You’ve always been my Achilles’ heel, but you know that.”

Angela laid her head back against the couch cushions and decided she needed to stop talking. Her insides were already feeling hot and needy, and wanting this man beside her wasn’t going to help her heart or her life stay in one piece. She was brave last night in the near darkness of her bedroom. This morning, not so much.

“I’m nothing special. You could have any man you wanted, and that’s the God’s honest truth.”

He got up and took his cup back to the kitchen and didn’t hear her whisper, “Not every man I want, apparently.”

After he sat back down he asked, “So, want to go out and take a walk, or do you want to stick around here, order in and watch reality TV?”

She lifted her head off the couch with a scoff and said, “You don’t really watch that crap, do you? Every moment you watch is more brain cells you’ll never get back.”

“Please, what do you watch, almighty TV guru?”

“The Big Bang Theory, which is the only sitcom that should be allowed on TV. It is fantastically funny. Always makes me laugh no matter what I have going on. Have you ever seen it?”

“Nope, but if it makes you laugh, with that perma scowl you’ve got going on, then it must be pretty good.”

Clay got hit with a pillow out of the blue and he turned to see Angela hiding a wicked grin behind her hand.

“Oh, if you didn’t have a concussion, it would so be on.”

“Well, see, there’s the silver lining of being blown off those steps. I win a pillow fight with you by default. My day is complete. Oh no, not yet. I haven’t had any chocolate.”

“Chocolate, the way to every woman’s heart.”

“Of course it is.”

“So you want to venture out?” he asked again.

“I don’t know,” she answered softly.


“Little bit. I feel like I’ve got a big target on my back. I don’t want to hunker down and hide from the world, but maybe today we could keep a low profile. I’ve gotta call Mark and my parents.” She stammered again at the thought of being alone with Clay all day and the rest of her breath left her lungs in a rush as Clay’s knuckles brushed her cheek.

“How about we’ll dress you up.” His voice was soft and seductive. “That way you can feel safe and still get out for a little while.”

He stood and looked down into her wide doe eyes and without thinking, she took his hand and let him pull her to her feet.

He mesmerized her with a simple glance. He was two different people, one when they were alone and another when others were around. But she was too, if she really wanted to admit it. They were more alike than she cared to recognize.

The head injury had left her weak and a bit dazed, but Clay standing in front of her threw her completely off balance. He pulled her into his arms and she rested her cheek on his chest as he stroked her hair.

“We’ll fix this.”

“My stalker or us?” she asked before she could clamp her mouth shut.

“Hopefully both before you get completely sick of me and kick me out, like you’ve been threatening.”

“It’s no threat, Clay,” she said, pulling away from him so she could wander back to her bedroom. “It’s a promise,” she added with a snicker.

“Ah yes, but I know the secret to making you happy now,” he said as he moved to follow her.

“What’s that?”



bioJennifer Kacey is a writer, mother, and business owner living with her family in Texas. She AuthorPhoto_FinalSurrendersings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. She’s the Amazon top seller and award winning author of the Members Only Series and the Surrender Series along with several stand alone novels and novellas. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less.

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Guest Post and #Giveaway: Command by Sierra Cartwright @SierraWrites @Totally_Bound


Cecile! Thanks for having me. You’re my type of gal! I love that you’re from the South as I just moved here. I can’t say what I love more, the men, the food, the sensuousness of the summer nights, the men, the manners, the sunsets that last forever, or the men. Thanks for having me here to talk about my favorite type of hero…


How to Tame an Alpha

by Sierra Cartwright

Okay, I confess. I adore alpha men. Not always in real life, to be sure. But in fiction, they make my heart race.

An alpha hero is larger than life. He’s intense and pursues goals with single-minded focus. Whatever he does, he’s successful at it.

Beyond that, he possesses a rigid moral code. He knows what’s right, and justice matters to him. He will protect the weak, fight when he needs to, keep his calm.

Generally, he’s self-sufficient, and he’s never met a challenge he couldn’t conquer. Well, until a strong or feisty heroine shows up! And then, oh, my… He’s going to learn about having his emotions in turmoil. He’s going to learn what it’s like to love more than he imagined possible.

That happens to Grant Kingston, a brilliant, reclusive computer genius. He’s shut out the world to focus on his work (including an amazing pet dog because all alphas have a soft spot). He enjoys his life and doesn’t want his solitude shattered by an unwanted houseguest. Until Aria arrives.

With her undeniable sexiness, she awakens his dormant Dominant urges. He wants to protect her, cherish her, claim her. But Aria is equally committed to her life and her dreams. When she meets up with him, erotic passion flares. Grant learns that he’s an even better person and Dominant when he has an equally strong woman by his side.

And that’s how to tame an alpha. Give him a woman worth fighting his own demons for. He’ll never be the same…command_800

excerpt“Would you have a relationship where submission wasn’t a requirement?”

“If the question is, would I date a woman who wasn’t interested in being tied up while I drove her to the edge of an orgasm and used my tongue to keep her there for a very, very long time…?”

Aria waited, pulse hammering.

“The answer is certainly.”

Suddenly she could barely swallow, and stringing a coherent thought together was almost impossible. Was he talking about her? Them?

“But I’d need to be clear that it would never progress beyond dating.”

His voice had a layer of steel that warned her she was tiptoeing close to very personal information. But they were colleagues, potentially friends—nothing more—so she pressed on. “Why is that?”

“I tried. I was engaged. We’d talked about it and, for me, she tried, but it didn’t work for her. I loved her enough to deny what I needed. Eventually we realized we weren’t compatible.”

He might appear nonchalant, but he couldn’t disguise the layer of hurt woven in the words. It made her squirm. Nosy was one thing, exposing someone’s pain was another. “I apologize. You don’t have to tell me all this.”

“Unless you’ve changed your mind and don’t want to know the answer, I’m happy to tell you.”

“Do you have any secrets?” she asked drily.

“Not many, but I’m greedy. I don’t let women I’m involved with have them, either. I want everything out there—raw, carnal, exposed. So the answer is, if I met a woman and she was interested in fucking and if there was mutual attraction, I’d spend the night pleasing her in every way she wanted—and I’d cook her breakfast in the morning. But in the long-term, I would never again propose to a woman who wasn’t interested in submission.”

“Well, you’re honest about what you want.”

He nodded. Quietly, he asked, “Have you ever been spanked, Aria?”

She was caught off guard, and she sucked in a breath.

Outside, snow had started to drift down, but she knew her shiver had nothing to do with the outside elements. “Once. And I didn’t much like it. It hurt like hell and I honestly wondered what the fuss was all about. I was underwhelmed.”

“Then I can tell you, your man didn’t know what he was doing. If you were over my knee, you’d get your ass warmed and your clit would throb so hard you’d be afraid it had turned white. And when you came? You’d scream. If I was really good, you’d be crying, but only because the force of the orgasm left you otherwise unable to function.”

She wondered if she would choke on her own breath. He’d melted her brain circuits. “I’d say it’s a good thing we’re colleagues and nothing more.”

“I take it you’ve seen enough of my bedroom?” Grant smiled.

“Thanks. Yes.”

“My workshop isn’t as scary,” he informed her. “But you might want to avoid going into the outdoor shed.”

“What is it, a dungeon?”

When he didn’t reply, the feeling of vertigo flooded her again.

“Do you want to find out?”


blurb for Command:

This is book three in the Bonds series, see the full series listing here

With all she has to offer, she’s his to command…

Aria DeWitt is a runaway bride. Only months away from her wedding, she panicked, returning her engagement ring and donating her gorgeous gown to charity.

She’s less than pleased when she’s reassigned to a new work project and sent to work with Grant Kingston in the middle of nowhere. She knows of his reputation as a recluse and genius, but she isn’t prepared for how handsome, powerful and deliciously Dominant he is or how he ignites something inside her that no man ever has.

Grant isn’t happy when his cherished solitude and creativity are shattered by Aria’s unwanted and unwelcome arrival. That is until he glimpses her carefully concealed vulnerability. Aria’s confidence and responsiveness intrigue him, ensnaring him in a way he’d never believed possible, chipping away the ice that shrouds his heart.

As he interacts with her, he realizes why she ran from marriage. She’s never met someone strong and complex enough to hold her interest. And suddenly, he’s determined to be that man.

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of anal play.

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About Sierra Cartwright:


Sierra Cartwright was born in Manchester, England and raised in Colorado. Moving to the United States was nothing like her young imagination had concocted. She expected to see cowboys everywhere, and a covered wagon or two would have been really nice!

Now she writes novels as untamed as the Rockies, while spending a fair amount of time in Texas…where, it turns out, the Texas Rangers law officers don’t ride horses to roundup the bad guys, or have six-shooters strapped to their sexy thighs as she expected. And she’s yet to see a poster that says Wanted: Dead or Alive. (Can you tell she has a vivid imagination?)

Sierra wrote her first book at age nine, a fanfic episode of Star Trek when she was fifteen, and she completed her first romance novel at nineteen. She actually kissed William Shatner (Captain Kirk) on the cheek once, and she says that’s her biggest claim to fame. Her adventure through the turmoil of trust has taught her that love is the greatest gift. Like her image of the Old West, her writing is untamed, and nothing is off-limits.

She invites you to take a walk on the wild side…but only if you dare.

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