June 25th, 2017
Morning y’all!
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Yay! It’s release day!
I hope everyone is having a wonderful Thursday. I am honored to be part of the release day for Desiree Holt’s The Omega Team Kindleworld series. Look at all the pretty new covers showcasing these amazing books. Check em out!
#TheOmegaTeam #Contemporaryromance #romance #romanticsuspense
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My story in this release, His Rysk to Take, is the first of two I’m doing in this world (two for now anyway). I’m writing about female cousins and the men they meet.
Title: His Rysk to Take
Publisher: Kindleworlds
Genre: Contemporary
Buy Link: http://amzn.to/2svRgbL
Here’s the blurb:
An old lover, a new danger, and borrowed time to solve it all.
Mat Farrell is recuperating from an injury and is currently on leave when he stumbles onto what could be a child trafficking ring. Sticking around to see if he’s right and needs to call in The Omega Team, he needs to get some assistance from a woman in his past. It takes some convincing but she agrees to help him.
Sheri Rysk never thought she’d see Mat again so when he shows up, she faces him with a mixture of emotions. While they are checking out his hunch, their past ignites once more bringing them into a world of passion and desire.
When the situation boils over, Sheri’s decision leaves him with the gut wrenching fear he may never have the chance to hold her again. Will he get her back in his life?
The title alone grabbed my attention. Love it! This is the first book in Ghost-in-Law Mystery Romance series. #excited to learn about @JanaDeLeon and her writing.
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Scientist Maryse Robicheaux thought that a lot of her problems had gone away with her mother-in-law’s death. The woman was rude, pushy, manipulative and used her considerable wealth to run herd over the entire town of Mudbug, Louisiana.
Unfortunately, death doesn’t slow down Helena one bit.
DEA Agent Luc LeJeune is wondering what his undercover assignment investigating the sexy scientist has gotten him into – especially as it seems someone wants her dead. Keeping his secrets while protecting Maryse proves to be easier than fighting his attraction for the brainy beauty.
(Note: This book is part of the author’s backlist, originally released in print in 2009 by Dorchester Publishing)
Happy Hump Day!
So, two things today, first a release for me at Twisted E-Publishing. This is a rerelease but, new editing and a new cover.
Title: Under the Mask
Genre: Contemporary/Interracial
Publisher: Twisted E-Publishing
Publication Date: 31 May 2017
Format: Ebook
Buy Link: http://amzn.to/2sebBik
Blurb:
A Spartan, a gypsy—masks for a night pure sex—and the birthmark which throws all anonymity out the window. Finally free after a nasty year-long divorce, Kailey Cox attends a masquerade party with the intention of one thing—remaining anonymous and finding a handsome man to bed. She discovers a Spartan warrior to accommodate her. Rand Paxton is drawn to the sexy gypsy he takes to his room. Seeing her birthmark, he believes he knows who the woman is. Confronting her, any doubt fades. Problem: For a man often in the spotlight and a woman who now prefers anonymity, can they make it work? Rand’s up for the challenge—he’d wanted her long before he discovered Kailey was Under the Mask.
Excerpt:
You are officially divorced now and get to find some fine ass stranger to shake out the cobwebs.”
She almost snorted her drink. “Cobwebs?”
Behind her headgear, which obscured most of her face, Karma winked. “You’ll remember. It’s like riding a bike.” She waved a hand around. “Have fun.” Karma blended into the crowd, leaving her alone along the outskirts.
Part of her wanted to retreat further, like to her room. This wasn’t her anymore. Brazen and outspoken had not been her for a while. She preferred the sidelines, the shadows. But she didn’t run, didn’t hide. She wore a costume. No one would know her. This was her night.
She had plans to make the best of it. A smile tipped her red-glossed lips in a satisfactory manner. First, she would explore this room and mingle. After all, like Karma said, this was her time now. She was free.
The hotel was magnificent. Lavish ornaments from Asia added an exotic flare to the place. She mingled, chatted, danced, and drank. Finally, needing some time to herself, she stepped outside to get a breather. She stood along a balcony, trailing her fingers along the smooth marble balustrade. The night air cooled her heated flesh yet didn’t chill her.
“Pray tell, what’s a lovely gypsy woman doing out here all alone?” A deep voice questioned from behind her.
She’d gotten many compliments on her outfit and tried to ignore why it was this one, spoken in a seductive and alluring tone, that affected her more than the others had. Turning her head, she hesitated, unable to make anyone out. Maybe she’d had too much to drink and it was her imagination.
Pity, for the voice was nice. Deep and raspy, it stroked along her skin. The reaction it created in her only solidified the knowledge of her dry spell.
“Looking for me?”
She licked her lips and tilted her head to the side. Definitely wasn’t her imagination. There was someone out here with her.
“Well, yes. Unless you are here as the Invisible Man.”
A decadent chuckle. “No.”
“So, are you remaining in the shadows or do I get to see you?” Seriously, if his body matched his voice, she’d have died and gone to heaven.
“You’re the gypsy. Can you not tell what’s in my future?”
She smiled and trailed a polished tipped finger along the rim of her champagne flute. “Of course I know. I don’t give away fortunes for free, however.”
“Oh, I’m willing to pay.”
She dragged her tongue along her lower lip, set her drink down, and walked toward where the voice came from. The dark corner of the balcony. Her gold coins tinkled with invitation every step she took. She paused and blinked. “Step into the light.”
There was a whisper of sound and she found herself staring up at a tall, powerful man clad in a warrior costume. Her breath left her in a rush as she tried to stifle her instantaneous and lustful reaction.
A gold helmet covered his head, which, courtesy of the cheek and nose guard, obscured his features. Muscles were there, muscles she wanted nothing more than to touch and to feel surrounding her. A red cape, secured with a gold emblem at his right shoulder, left his arm bare with the exception of leather cuffs. He wore no shirt, and she could see his well-defined abdominals and pectorals. Leather sandals with wide straps crisscrossed up his powerful calves.
Hot damn!
On one side, she could see a shield and a sword hung from the other. He had smooth copper skin and obsidian hair. Men in skirts weren’t supposed to look so good. Well, technically it wasn’t a skirt; it was a wrap, part of his tunic. Either way, the man looked delicious.
He flowed toward her, stopping when their feet were touching one another. “Hello, gypsy woman.”
Her belly exploded in a flurry of want and lust. She reached out and rested her hand against his bared chest. His skin was warm beneath her palm.
“Hello, Spartan.”
“You know the costume?” He sounded suitably impressed.
“Oh yeah. I came with Artemis, she informed me who everyone was.” Why tell him she had seen a lot of movies with Spartans in them when using Artemis as a reason for her knowledge seemed viable enough? The emblem holding his cape was a remake of the Spartan shield that bore upon it the letter lambda, which stood for Lacedaemon.
He stepped closer, brushing more of his hard body against her. “Interesting.”
“What is?” She had a hard time focusing on anything but him.
“That a gypsy would hang with a Greek goddess.”
She tucked a loose curl behind her ear with her right hand while her left touched his chest. “I am no fool. When she extended her invitation for me to walk with her, I took it. I had no wish to be turned into something small and slimy. I know how to play nice.” He chuckled, a deep and tempting sound. Her other hand joined the first. Goodness, he was solid. All over. “Although, I am curious about something.”
“Which is?”
She swallowed and licked her lips again. “I know about kilts, but what do Spartans wear under their wraps?” Her fingers smoothed along his sides enjoying the taut skin, the heat of him, and the feel of a man.
“I could tell you. Or.” He leaned down, brushing her cheek with his own and continued, “I could show you.”
And Second:
Today is the last day of the month for Military Appreciation and I’m hanging out with over 30 other amazing authors who write the military romances you love. The event is going on all day, so drop in and say hi. Check out their books and participate for some prizes! Love to see you there.
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What happens in Monte Carlo stays…with you forever…well, if you’re one of the lucky ones.
Enzo Cassano is the driver of a powerboat team, used to the fast life and all it includes, women, parties and popularity. Until the race in Monte Carlo when he meets a woman who is unlike any he’s met before. Her small town values and almost innocent-like ways charm him beyond everything. He discovers however beneath her exterior she’s very firm in her beliefs and won’t budge.
Halyn Jennings maybe from a small town but she knows a player when she sees one and Enzo, is definitely that. She doesn’t mind however, she still likes him and enjoys spending time with him, well aware that what is happening between them is most likely temporary. she’s not the supermodel type he’s accustomed to being with.
Enzo’s life is turned upside down by an unexpected visitor from his past, he has to learn to accept racing isn’t everything and not everyone wants to be the centre of attention. Halyn’s own past comes to light in a most harsh revelation and he discovers things aren’t always so easy. Will he be able to find a way to break back through her barriers and prove to her she’s the one he wants, for forever?
Monte Carlo
Cheers, screams and more saturated the air. Enzo Cassano took it all in stride as he made his way off his powerboat to head up the pier and through the marina. Not even the explicit offers slowed him, although they made him smile and shake his head. Exhaustion owned him, yet he knew it would be a great night. Amazing sex, slumber in a nice bed and an added bonus of not having to get up before the ass-crack of dawn.
He gave nods and high-fives to his team before his gaze landed on the woman he’d been looking for. She wasn’t part of the team, but she was waiting for him. A wide grin spread across his features as he took in the dark-skinned beauty. Her hair had been pulled back since they’d taken pictures on his boat, but she still wore the same suit—an orange strapless bandeau swimsuit top, twisted at the centre. No, not quite orange, a mix of orange shades, pale peach to corals and some in between, blending in with one another and contrasting amazingly with her skin. He knew the bottoms matched in hue, were low rise and knotted at the sides. She looked damn good in them. Right now she wore a white sarong around her waist.
“Lexy,” he said.
He had a certain fondness for this woman. Sexy as hell and southern. He loved her accent. She was almost family, her best friend Jaydee was now his relation, she’d married his older brother—the middle brother—Gio and by default it sort of put Lexy in the same boat.
He’d missed her earlier after the photos had been taken, when she’d gone shopping. A wolf whistle escaped him as he leant back for another look at her. She waited for him to lift his gaze.
“What?” He grinned.
“Stop looking at me like you want to eat me.”
He waggled his eyebrows. “Not my fault you are bellissima.”
Lexy snorted and took off one shoe for a moment before sliding it back on. “Your charm, while adorable, is completely wasted on me, Enzo Cassano.”
“Can’t blame me for trying.” Had she ever given him the slightest hint his advances would be reciprocated he would have pursued her, but for her it was all about fun—he knew it was hands-off.
She laughed and he slid an arm around her, brushing a kiss along her cheek. He thought about how different she was from his sister-in-law, Jaydee. The women were complete opposites yet steadfast in their affection for one another. He cared deeply for them both. Jaydee had relaxed only marginally since her marriage to his brother, but Lexy had fun every time he saw her.
They progressed up the pier, chatting about work and family.
“So tell me, Lexy. How is life treating you?”
“We’re busy. Which is why I thank you so much for this. I needed it.” She rubbed the back of her neck and he fought off his urge to offer to do it for her.
“Needed what?” A new voice broke in.
Enzo smiled as he recognised the speaker. His eldest brother, Valentino. “You made it.”
He turned to the left and froze when he saw him. Yes, his brother had arrived, but he stood out like a sore thumb on the marina. While others wore summery attire, Valentino Cassano was standing there in a three-piece suit.
“A suit? Christ, bro. This is Monte Carlo, where are the shorts?” Even as he asked the question he knew the answer.
His brother would wear jeans on occasion but most of the time, if he was going out, he wore suits.
“You know your brother is cranky and stodgy, Enzo.” Lexy leaned against him and propped her arm on his shoulder.
Amusement laced her southern tone.
Enzo felt, as much as saw, his brother tense. Hazel eyes flicked between them, disapproval filling them.
“Stodgy?”
Lexy sighed. “I’ll be at the car. Bye, Val.”
Enzo watched her walk away. “Damn, that woman is—”
“Trouble.”
“I was going to say hot as hell. You know she is a very nice woman. If you wouldn’t be so, so…well, like this with her, you’d see it.”
“Are you two dating?”
He frowned, taken aback by the question. “Me? And Lexy?”
He wished.
His hazel eyes were unblinking and direct. “She is here in Monte Carlo with you.”
“Well, yes.”
Valentino lifted his eyebrows.
“I mean no to the dating part.” Enzo began walking. “She is here because I invited her.”
As they neared the car, the crowd parted and he saw Lexy waiting, looking at something on her phone. He reached out to his brother and halted him. “Be nice to her, we’re going to a party.”
His brother didn’t reassure him. Hell, he didn’t say anything. Lexy, however, had apparently overheard. She gave him a grin. “I appreciate you looking out for me, Enzo, but your brother is not anything to concern yourself with. He and I have our own way of communicating. He snarls and snaps like a rabid dog and I sweetly remind him I am a vet with plenty of access to ketamine and more tranqs, not to mention numerous barbiturates I could choose from.” A shrug.
“Wonderful stuff.”
He swallowed his increasing amusement, but couldn’t help smirking when Valentino glowered further.
“Lighten up,” he told his brother in Italian. “Let’s go party.”
They entered the waiting car. Lexy tucked herself between them, the photos of her on his boat in her hands. Behind her, he spied Valentino and his scowl. If he didn’t know any better, Enzo would say his eldest sibling had a crush on Lexy. It was a fact he couldn’t be bitter about, for in his opinion, it was about damn time someone got a reaction from Valentino. He’d been a bear since the fiasco with his ex-wife. Laughing silently at the thought of what Lexy would do for—and to—his brother, Enzo leant forwards and went through the photos with that very woman.
