Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Welcome V.L. Locey!

I am very pleased to feature today the latest release from fellow Secret Cravings author V.L. Locey, TUMBLE DRY. And it sure looks to be a smoking hot one! Check it out...

Roxanne Jones has one day off this weekend. She does not want to spend it carrying her unmentionables to the nearby Laundromat but Fate has different plans. When the washing machine in her apartment building dies mid-cycle, Roxanne has no choice but to finish her laundry across the street. Once inside the Tumble Dry launderette, she discovers that the dryers aren't the only hot things to watch. In walks a younger man wearing the only clean items left in his wardrobe: torn jeans, sandals, tattoos, sex appeal, and a few well-placed piercings. When the two lock gazes no amount of fabric softener can stop the sparks from flying. It doesn't take long for Donovan King, an English major at the local college, to not only woo Roxanne, he manages to begin a steamy seduction that won't end until both are well-tumbled.

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“So do you?”
“Do I what?”
“Have a couple of spare quarters? Since you won’t let my man things gyrate around in the water with your woman things.”
Was he saying those kinds of things on purpose? Of course he was, if the puckish grin he now wore was any indicator. Oh, I did like this man. A lot.
“Honey, I’m not sure that your man things are man enough to gyrate with my woman things,” I parried. He chortled then leaned a hip into the washer, his arms folding over his bare chest.
“I’m pretty sure that they are.” He said it with utmost confidence in the prowess of his man things. I sucked down a large gulp, the twinge behind my eye reminding me to slow down. I sipped and enjoyed looking at him, spying a small, silver navel ring glistening from the neon lights overhead. My mouth was dry even though I had just swallowed some of my drink. His steady gaze made me fidget.
“Rather sure of your man things, aren’t you?” I finally said, as I tossed my change purse to him. He caught it with one hand, his eyes never leaving my face.
“Rather,” he commented offhandedly, opened the tiny bag then extracted four quarters. My tongue toyed with the end of my straw. He laid the purse on the top of the machine next to his then arranged the coins in the slots, all four standing erect. Mmm, what a nice word that is. Erect. Makes all sorts of dirty, sweaty images appear inside a woman’s mind, doesn’t it?

“Excuse me, sir, but this cart is mine.”
“Really? And how is that, Roxanne? Clearly I was here first.” He leaned over the cart, his scruffy cheek brushing mine he whispered beside my ear. “You were engrossed with erotic thoughts about my mouth and the pleasure it could bring you.”
He drew back. My brain shut down as my mouth dropped open. That was all the time Donavon needed to commandeer the cart.
“No I wasn’t.” There. Take that. I bet that verbal spear pierced a few vitals. Not.
Damn the man for reading me like that beaten-up poetry book of his. He shrugged a shoulder, the inked one. An emerald-eyed tiger rolled it’s head at the up and down motion.
“Yeah, you totally were. Would you like me to tell you the signs of arousal that you’re wearing at the moment?” He threw several pairs of wet jeans into the cart. They landed with a slap.
“The only thing that I’m wearing at the moment is a dash of lovely,” I countered quickly.
“Yes, you are incredibly lovely, and horny. Your nostrils are flared, your eyes are wanton, your nipples are hard, and you keep licking your lips.” He paused in tossing balled-up shirts into the cart. “You also keep crossing and uncrossing your legs.”
Shit. Okay. So the man knew I was sporting a big girl-boner for him.
“Maybe I just have hives.” I tugged the cart away from him then stalked over to my washer with the buggy in tow. I heard his throaty chuckle behind me.
“Maybe you want me to take you somewhere private and read you something…Sapphic.”
He was right behind me, his breath fluttering past my left ear, his body close enough to exchange sparks with mine. Damn. Damn. Damn. My spine stiffened, as did my nipples. They were now so hard they hurt.
“You think reading me lesbian poetry will turn me on?” I inquired, trying to sound as if his smoldering nearness was having no effect. The smoky cast to my voice kind of ruined the indifferent attitude I was going for.
“I think you’re already turned on.” I heard the cart being nudged aside. I stood as still as a deer in a strange meadow, alert to every sound. My fingers gripped the lid to the machine as he stepped closer. The touch of his chest to my back was seismic. Desire didn’t just uncoil like a snake finding a warm rock, it rose up like a jungle cat, and then stretched, sharp claws of need raking open my calm exterior.

Author Bio:

V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, belly laughs, reading and writing lusty tales, Greek mythology, the New York Rangers, comic books, and coffee. (Not necessarily in that order.) She shares her life with her husband, her daughter, one dog, two cats, a flock of assorted goofy domestic fowl, and  two steers: one named after a famous NHL goalie while the other carries the moniker of a 60s pop legend.
When not writing spicy romances, she enjoys spending her day with her menagerie in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania with a cup of fresh java in hand. She can also be found online on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, and GoodReads.

I love to meet new friends and fans! You can find me at-

Secret Cravings Backlist Books:
Pink Pucks & Power Plays (Book One of the To Love a Wildcat Series)
A Most Unlikely Countess (Book Two of the To Love a Wildcat Series)
O Captain! My Captain!(Book Three of the To Love a Wildcat Series)
Reality Check (Book Four of the To Love a Wildcat Series)

Torquere Press Backlist and Upcoming Releases
Two Guys Walk Into an Apocalypse (Part of the He Loves Me For My Brainssss anthology)
Two Guys Walk Into an Apocalypse 2: It Came From Birmingham
Two Guys Walk Into an Apocalypse 3" He's a Lumberjack and He`s Undead
Love of the Hunter
Goaltender's Penalty
All I Want for Christmas
Every Sunday at One (Part of the 2013 Charity Sip Anthology)
Night of the Jackal

And coming in 2015 exclusively from Torquere Press . . . An Erie Operetta and Early to Rise - A Toms & Tabbies Tale.

Saturday, December 6, 2014


I am very honored to participate in the Secret Cravings blog hop honoring the Wounded Warrior Project. Every author participating will be donating $30 to the WWP. Authors will also be having terrific giveaways and prizes, including a $50 Amazon gift card that Secret Cravings Publishing will be giving away. Join in the fun!! The Wounded Warrior web site is http://www.woundedwarriorproject.org/ if you would like to donate this holiday season.

Please comment below to be entered in a drawing for a signed print copy of any one of my backlist books. Winner will be drawn on Monday morning!

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Welcome Flossie Benton Rogers!

I am very pleased to be hosting fellow Secret Cravings author Flossie Benton Rogers today! Her latest release is LORD OF FIRE. Here's Flossie to tell you all about it! Don't forget to enter the Rafflecopter giveaway including a $25 Amazon gift certificate, a copy of DARK GUARDIANS, and three copies of LORD OF FIRE in E-book.

Flossie Benton Rogers here. Thanks so much for showcasing LORD OF FIRE today!

Blurb: When The Hawk meets his Wytchfae, the result is spontaneous combustion.

Garnet McAnna chases the demon responsible for attacking and enslaving innocent fae familiars. She never expected to run headlong into a mesmerizing stranger known as The Hawk. Nor did she anticipate the way his masculine power kindles a womanly flame within her.

Exiled from an elite warrior's brigade, Lord of Fire Gabriel Hawk guards his heart and his solitude. He wants nothing to do with the world of men or the realm of fae. Then a beautiful Wytchfae bursts into his life, stirring desire and sparking need. Garnet is on a dangerous mission, and he can't let her face the evil alone. What else can he do but fight beside her? When she disappears, he raises hell to find her. Will he be too late? Will darkness conquer this couple or will love burn their souls into one?

First Line Teaser: She’d catch the demon tonight if it killed her.

Memorable Quote: “Garnet McAnna, you’re the hottest woman in thirteen worlds.”

Lost in her thoughts, Garnet ran up against something hard and springy, and a sharp point pricked the soft flesh of her thumb. She squeezed off the pain with her other hand.
Damned barbed wire.
She had already made it to the fence line and hadn’t even realized it. Sucking in a deep breath, she cleared her mind to concentrate on the task at hand. She had to edge around the boundary to the north side of this large piece of private property to gain access to the portal. Then she’d hunker down in the bushes and wait on the demon Borros.
Moving swiftly again, she cut a wide swath away from the metal fence. Snorting sounds came from within one of the corrals she had noted early this morning when she skirted the property. Horses and a few cattle had grazed within.
Bearing around the corner to head north toward the portal, a splash of incandescent green appeared and then disappeared in front of her. Startled, she blinked and reached into her coat pocket for the revolver. The weapon lay cold and substantial in her hand. She stilled her body to a midnight silence.
The eerie green reappeared and dashed around her body without spotlighting her in any way. It formed a mysterious elongated glow. She clamped down harder on the gun handle to stop her hand from trembling, while shifting positions to keep the phenomenon in front of her.
Her mind tumbled over possibilities. The light couldn’t be swamp gas, as it seemed to proceed purposefully. Its movement created a slight whirring sound. A will ’o the wisp? Somehow she thought not, but what was it?
The presence darted behind her.
Before she could turn, a warm, corporeal hand covered her own and relieved her of the weapon. Whirling around, she came face to face with—a man.
A gasp escaped her lips. With his substantial height, he towered over her. A faint greenish residue of light illuminated him enough so that the fierce scowl on his face caused her heart to thump into overdrive.
She swallowed, fingering the sheath of one of the knives in her pocket. Damn it, next time she’d bring a backup piece. She forced herself to speak, but despite her efforts, her voice rasped. “Give me back my weapon.”
His sonorous growl reminded her of a feral animal. “Not so fast. What the hell are you doing sneaking around my property with a firearm in the middle of the night?”

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Secret Cravings Publishing: http://bit.ly/1FKwWBu

Author Bio:
Flossie Benton Rogers is the author of the Wytchfae paranormal romance series. She is Sagittarius with a Libra ascendant and Taurus moon, or a 5th generation Floridian and freedom loving mystic. She pursues her passion for mythology by writing romances with fairies, goddesses, ghosts, angels, demons, and other magical beings. The Wytchfae world brims with dimensions parallel to our own. Some are welcoming, others dangerous and forbidding. Through the darkest night and the fright of unchained chaos, love will always shine.

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Thanks again, Laurie! You’re a wonderful host.

And here is the link to enter the amazing giveaway!

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Welcome Misty Matthews!

Please join me in welcoming new Secret Cravings Publishing author Misty Matthews to my blog today! Misty has a hot new release, COMING HOME.


Home is where the heart is.

Motorcycle riding attorney Alana Stewart is a far cry from the shy teenager who left Chance determined never to look back. Family obligations force her to return to the town that only holds bad memories for her. A stop at her former sanctuary brings an unexpected surprise...the new manager just might be what she needs to get her through the holidays.
When sexy, leather-clad Alana walks into the bookstore, Connor Tate has a feeling he may be in for the ride of his life. Despite the fact that their lives are headed in different directions, they are drawn to one another. Connor is determined to prove to Alana that Chance isn’t the place she remembers, but will his efforts fail when she discovers he hasn’t told her the whole truth about himself?

Can they trust each other enough to take a chance on love?

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Gone was the shy, skinny girl in glasses the other kids teased and the town folks ignored. If she had been recognized, no doubt one of the concerned citizens was on the phone right now setting her mother straight. Mom probably wouldn’t be impressed she’d made a familiar stop on the way home, but what else was new?
Alana smiled wryly. Well, they may not have noticed me then, but it looks like they’re seeing me now.
Those on the street craned their necks, and she felt their gazes following her as she sauntered over to Tate’s Bookstore, helmet hanging casually from her hand the way another woman’s purse might. Someone inside the bookstore looked out the front window, probably as curious as the others were, but they quickly pulled back as she approached.
Alana stood on the sidewalk admiring her old hangout, letting the past claim her before pushing the brass handle to open the door. The antique bell tinkled, announcing her arrival just as it had years ago. Memories of the hours spent in this place washed over her. The familiar aroma of old books, a scent she loved, surrounded her. Eagerly, she stepped forward, anxious to see Mr. Tate again. They’d spent hours together discussing her favorite books.
Sadness filled her. Things had changed. No matter what he’d been doing, Mr. Tate had always come at the sound of the bell. Another thought struck her. Perhaps he didn’t own the bookstore anymore. It was common practice for new owners to keep a business’s original name. Goodwill was a marketable commodity these days.
“Hello, is anyone here?” Her voice echoed in the emptiness of the shop.
A touch nervous—the insecurity of the past catching up with her—she moved deeper into the store, and started when a man cleared his throat. Looking in the direction of the sound, she was pleasantly surprised when a stranger stepped out from between two rows of shelves. The man was most definitely not the one she’d expected.
Dressed in jeans that hugged him in all the right places, a white T-shirt, and a gray and black striped sweater vest, he took her breath away. Clean shaven with striking green eyes peering at her from behind large black framed glasses, he was gorgeous.  His look was totally geek-chic and it drew her as no other did. Even though she never acted on the yearning guys like that sometimes evoked in her, she could appreciate a masterpiece when she saw it. His expensive, spicy, tantalizing cologne aroused a sudden desire that pulsed through her.
Usually shy around males, a holdover from her teen years, she stared at him openly. The man was pure eye candy, and she loved candy! From the way he stood, she could tell there was a toned and fit body hidden under his clothes. Finding herself wishing she could see more of it, she felt her cheeks grow hot at the implication of her thoughts.
The man seemed vaguely familiar, and she rattled her brain trying to place him, but try as she might, she couldn’t imagine anyone she knew back then looking like this today. Had she seen this god before, she’d certainly have remembered him.
“Can I help you?” His bold gaze took in every inch of her. The look on his face said he liked what he saw.
“I was looking for Mr. Tate. Is he around?” she asked, amazed her voice sounded normal when her heart was beating so fast he must surely hear it.
“I’m sorry. Dad isn’t here right now. Is there something I can do for you?”
Lots! Her brain screamed as her raging hormones threatened to take over and destroy what little common sense she had left. Peering at him closely, she tried to zone in on the familiarity she’d sensed. Dad? It hit her.
Holy crap! Connor Tate.
He’d changed so much she hadn’t recognized him, which was crazy since she’d had a huge crush on him in high school. While she’d never been the girl who ogled the captain of the football team, she’d liked the smart guy—the one who carried books around and wanted to learn things the way she did. Mesmerized, her eyes searched his face for a sign of recognition. Gone was his acne and hundred-pound weakling scrawny frame. Instead, she stared at perfection. Her brain screamed at her to say something—anything.
“It’s Connor, right?” she asked as if seeing him again wasn’t flooding her with memories, not all of them pleasant. “I’m sorry I missed him. Where is he?”
“My parents are visiting my sister in Florida. They travel a lot these days.”
“That’s wonderful. I’ll bet he’s having a grand time. He always wanted to travel.”
Mr. Tate had spoken about all the places in the world he’d like to visit, and since she’d assumed she’d never get out of Chance, she’d traveled in her books while the shop had kept her friend’s feet firmly planted in Chance.
“You know my father?” His voice was tinged with curiosity and confusion.
“I do.” Alana smiled. “We were really good friends when I was growing up in Chance. This place was like my second home.”
“Alana Stewart?”
Surprised he knew her name, she nodded. “Guilty as charged, your honor.”
“I heard through the rumor mill you were coming home; you’re a lawyer now, right?” Connor looked her up and down again.
“Corporate, specializing in litigation,” she added. “Nothing gets by the small-town gossips, does it?” Her voice was laced with sarcasm, and she was unable to keep her disdain from coming through clearly. She was sure he noticed her tone, but to his credit, he didn’t comment.
“Did you want something? Or did you stop by just to see my father?”
“Well, I did, but I might as well pick up a new novel or two to read while I’m home. I feel naked without a book on the go.”


Misty Matthews is a newly formed writing partnership between Susanne Matthews and Misty Cail. These authors have never met and the book was created by grace and virtue of email and Internet chats. It's a true twenty-first century miracle.

Misty and Susanne met in an online Facebook chat group back in December, 2012 and have become fast friends and partners. Misty, the plot genius, had the idea for the book, but found it hard to do the research and polishing necessary for the story. Susanne loved the premise of the story and offered to handle that aspect of it in partnership with her. The name seemed a natural choice. The rest as they say is history.

Never Say Never

Most people who grow up in small towns dream of leaving them for the excitement and glamor of the big city. When she was a teenager, part of Misty Matthews felt the same way. She desperately wanted to leave her hometown, and find love and adventure somewhere else. It wasn’t that there was anything wrong with her hometown, and she loved her family, but she craved something more.
She got her chance to escape the confines of her birth place when she moved away from home to go to school. She went to Ottawa, Canada’s national capital, and attended Carleton University. What a wonderful adventure that was. She earned her degree in English and history, but more importantly, she met the love of her life. She and her husband have been married 43 years and have three children and five grandchildren. Their adventure isn’t over yet.
In Coming Home, the first book in the Taking a Chance on Love series, written by Misty Matthews, as a teenager Alana’s hopes and dreams were similar. Growing up in Chance, Arizona, a small town where everyone seemed to know everyone else’s business, and where she felt as if she didn’t fit in, she couldn’t wait to escape from the narrow confines of small town America. Like part of Misty, she left home to go to school in Austin, Texas and was determined to stay there. Now, a high-powered attorney, she’s on the fast track to promotion. Although there isn’t love in her life, she’s proud of the career and lifestyle she’s created for herself. There isn’t anything she’d rather do in her spare time than ride her motorcycle or read a good book, especially on written by J.T. Connor. The last thing she wants to do is go back to Chance, even for a visit, but family obligations have a habit of forcing you to do the things you’d rather not. Never say never!
Connor, like the other part of Misty, on the other hand, never aspired to leave his home town, but he did. He moved to New York City for school, and then to Los Angeles to work for a publishing house. Unlike Alana, he hated the big city and when the opportunity presented himself to move back to Chance, he jumped at it. There’s nothing he likes better than riding his motorcycle into the desert and helping out with the Chance Volunteer Fire Department. His secret career as an author gives him the financial freedom to visit anywhere he likes, but Chance always draws him back. The only thing missing in his life is love.
Time has a habit of changing your perspective. Like Alana, part of Misty swore she’d never return to Cornwall, and then ten years later, she did just that. Small cities have a charm of their own. Although Cornwall is considerably larger than the imaginary town of Chance, it’s located near enough to the big cities around it to provide some excitement. When Alana returns to Chance, some things are the same, but through the lens of time, she realizes that things may not have been exactly the way she remembers them. The other part of Misty grew up in the big city and still dreams of returning home, yet she’s made a good life for herself in a distant part of the country where she too had found love. Sometimes we don’t realize that where we are is exactly where we’re meant to be.

You can follow Misty Matthews and the Taking a Chance on Love series.
To learn more about them, visit: http://www.mhsusannematthews.ca/misty-matthews.php

Saturday, July 12, 2014


My publisher is having a Backlist Blog Hop this weekend! Please join in the fun by going to http://secretcravingspublishing.blogspot.com/ and visiting all the participating authors' blogs by clicking on their links in the Blog Hop post. Lots of prizes and giveaways to be had!!

I, for one, will be giving away an e-copy of my first SCP book, DESERT HEAT, to one commenter. To be entered in this random drawing, just post a comment telling me where your favorite reading location is. 

Friday, May 2, 2014


Happy May Day, everyone! My publisher, Secret Cravings Publishing, is having a Contemporary Romance Blog Hop this weekend. Please see http://secretcravingspublishing.blogspot.com for all the participating authors and more info on the Hop. To celebrate this event, I will give away an e-copy of my latest release, WITHOUT A TRACE, or any of my backlist, to one commenter. I will draw randomly on Sunday evening.

Sunday, April 27, 2014


Here it is...the cover for CODE NAME: NINA'S CHOICE, Book 3 in the Warrior's Challenge series by Natasza Waters. CNNC will be released on May 12th!

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Navy SEAL sniper Mace Callahan has a sharp eye focused on Nina. When another warrior takes aim at her, Mace wages war for her heart.

Nina Samson, an analyst working at Coronado Base Command, lands in Navy sniper Mace Callahan’s lap like an I.E.D. Two weeks of fiery passion with the lithe redhead, and the self-proclaimed bachelor raises the white flag.
Arriving in San Diego, Nina, a single mother with an eight-year-old daughter, spots danger ahead. Mace’s Hollywood goods looks and wicked smile makes her heart run a zip-line of crazy. Lust for the sexy SEAL swiftly turns to fear when he deploys to Syria for a mission.

Mace returns home angry. Believing his injury destroys their future, unable to pleasure any woman, especially one like Nina, he tries to sever their relationship. She deflects every round Mace fires at her heart, determination controlling the helm. Just as the seas calm, fate advances. Another warrior sets his sights on her. Mace will wage war for her heart, but it’s “Nina’s Choice”.
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Saturday, April 26, 2014

Cover reveal signup for Code Name: Nina's Choice

Fellow Secret Cravings author Natasza Waters is preparing to reveal the gorgeous cover for her fabulous new book CODE NAME: NINA'S CHOICE. Any blogger who would like to host the cover reveal can click the below link to sign up.



Nina Samson, an analyst working at Coronado Base Command, lands in Navy sniper Mace Callahan’s lap like an I.E.D. Two weeks of fiery passion with the lithe redhead, and the self-proclaimed bachelor raises the white flag.

Arriving in San Diego, Nina, a single mother with an eight-year-old daughter, spots danger ahead. Mace’s Hollywood goods looks and wicked smile makes her heart run a zip-line of crazy. Lust for the sexy SEAL swiftly turns to fear when he deploys to Syria for a mission. 

Mace returns home angry. Believing his injury destroys their future, unable to pleasure any woman, especially one like Nina, he tries to sever their relationship. She deflects every round Mace fires at her heart, determination controlling the helm. Just as the seas calm, fate advances. Another warrior sets his sights on her. Mace will wage war for her heart, but it’s Nina’s Choice.

Tuesday, March 25, 2014


Really excited about this FABULOUS review of WITHOUT A TRACE by Stephanie at The Boyfriend Bookmark!!

"Well…who knew solving a crime would be so amazingly hot? This is one adventure I am glad I found myself in the middle of. Two people who are so wrong for each other, but not because they aren’t attracted but because of who they have lost, are two people who are desperate to be together despite everything against them!

Rachel’s sister has gone missing. As her sister, Rachel is very concerned and worried that something bad is going to happen to her sister. Her sister needs regular medication for a heart condition and Rachel is determined to find her to make sure she is safe.

Matt is one of the detectives assigned to the case. But he is not looking for Rachel’s sister because he is worried about her. He sees her as a criminal that has stolen a great amount of money from the company that she worked for. But when he questions Rachel about her sister, everything that he knows is about to change.

Rachel knows that her sister is an honest and kind person and would never do the things the detective is saying. There has to be more to the story, but one look into that detective’s eyes and she knows there is so much more than just a missing person/stolen money case.

The attraction between Rachel and Matt is ridiculous. These two clearly have it bad for each other. For Matt, it could compromise his entire case. For Rachel, it could be deadly. These two have lost people in their past and refuse to go through that again. They know they each have their own attraction to one another, but until Rachel’s sister is found and the mystery is solved there will be nothing more.

Rachel is relentless in attempting to find her sister, Matt is now relentless in not only finding her sister, but protecting her too. This is a suspenseful read and one not to be missed. When these two connect for the first time, there is so much more there than just not getting caught by the bad guys. Sparks with a great fire begin to burn within… But what happens if they don’t find Rachel’s sister? If they find her, would it even be possible given those they have loved int he past for them to find something together?

This book was gripping and a pretty crazy adventure that I wasn’t expecting. I enjoyed the book a lot and though I wish there were moments in the book that would go into slow motion like they were in my mind, it is well written and full of angst. Two people who want nothing more than to find one girl and an undeniable attraction that can’t be fought…

I had to know that everyone made it out of the story. Did they? Meh… I won’t tell. But I think my heart did stop for a while in anticipation of what was to come! The characters were amazing and strong.

There was no weakness except where their hearts were concerned. They lived strong lives and neither regretted their pasts, only the people they lost. Which in this case was enough to put a huge angsty situation between them. This book just one of those books that you don’t want to put down."

Thanks so much, Stephanie!! Check out more reviews and fun at theboyfriendbookmark.com!

Saturday, March 8, 2014

Welcome Tabitha Shay!!

Good Morning Readers,
It’s such an honor to be a guest on Laurie’s blog site today. I’m posting an excerpt from my latest release, Witch’s Touch, Book 6 in the Winslow Witches of Salem Series. If you aren’t familiar with the series, here’s the order in which to read the books…
1—Witch’s Brew
2—Witch’s Heart
3—Witch’s Moon
4—Witch’s Magic
5—Witch’s Fire
6—Witch’s Touch
And coming in 2015—Book 7—Witch’s Beast
Please a comment and a way to reach you for a chance to win a pdf of Witch’s Touch or one of the other books in this series….

Death takes an unscheduled holiday…
Giver of Life—Nyra Winters has two abilities that no witch before her has ever possessed—the power to heal and restore life. However, her constant interference in Death’s plans makes her a target of the angry god, King Titan, ruler of the Underworld.
Seeker of Death—Dym Satarius, Prince of Death, is sent to the magical realm of Ru-Noc to collect Nyra Winters. Devoid of all emotion, Dym believes this assignment will be no different than any other—collect the witch’s soul and return to hell—job done—but something goes terribly wrong and he is stranded in Nyra’s world without his powers or the ability to return to his realm.

Witch’s Touch―Where life and Death collide…


“No,” she said, hastening to her feet and halting his fingers on the top button. “I want to do it.” When he lifted a brow, she worked her fingers beneath his.
“What? You aren’t using magic to remove my clothes?”
“I want to undress you. I have this fantasy, you see, of unwrapping my present layer by layer.”
A second brow arched. “Do go on,” his said in a choked voice and dropped his hands to his sides. “I’d love to join you in this fantasy.”
Nyra licked her lips and slowly worked the top button through the hole. Her fingers trembled, but she didn’t care. She’d waited years for this moment with the right male. Nothing was ruining it for her.
She moved to button number two. He flinched when her fingertips brushed against his warm flesh.
D.J. shifted his weight and growled his impatience. “If it’s your intent to torture me, witch, you’re succeeding beyond all your expectations.”
She hesitated but a second, then rubbed her lips across his chest. “Join me in this sweet torture?” she said peeping up at him through her lashes.
“Gladly.” He curled his fingers into the left side of her waist before skimming them up to the front bra clasp. Working the hook free, he slid the straps of the mint green material down her shoulders, her arms, and let it glide to the floor in a silken pool. Her panties quickly followed.
Her nipples rubbed against his bare chest. From the back of his throat, a soft groan escaped. He palmed her breasts, stroking the nubs with his thumbs until they grew tight and rigid. “I don’t think you realize what you do to me, witch.”
“What do I do?” She searched his face, his eyes for answers. Oh the words she yearned for him to say, but she knew he wouldn’t. She accepted that.
Color stained his cheekbones. His chest rose and fell with each erratic breath.
“You steal my breath,” he whispered. “All I have to do is look at you, and I…I feel as if I’m drowning.”
“You do the same thing to me.” Nyra pushed his shirt off his shoulders and let it slide down his arms. It drifted to the floor, landing silently on top of her discarded bra. Running her hands over his chest, she paused to tease one of his flat brown nipples with her tongue. His body quivered beneath the light wet strokes.
Drawing a sharp breath, he slowly exhaled, but said nothing, just watched her as she leaned into him. Settling on her knees in front of him, Nyra teasingly drew her tongue down the soft arrow of dark hair, hesitating at the waistline of his leather pants.
“By the gods, don’t stop now,” D.J. said, moaning.


Tabitha Shay is the author of paranormal romances, Witch’s Brew, Witch’s Heart, Witch‘s Moon, Witch’s Magic, Witch’s Fire and Witch’s Touch.
A member of the Oklahoma Writer’s Federation, Inc., she has served as both a category chair and judge. Her books have been nominated for several awards, including the prestigious P.E.A.R.L. Award for Witch’s Magic and Witch’s Moon, which was also nominated for Best All Around Paranormal in 2008. Witch’s Fire won Runner Up for Best Paranormal Book of 2010 at LRC. Her latest release is a paranormal historical titled, Send Him an Angel, book one in the Angels of Deadwood Gulch Series.
Ms. Shay also writes under the name, Jaydyn Chelcee, and is the author of the contemporary western romances, Montana Men Series, In the Arms of Danger, No Holds Barred, Too Hot to Handle/Too Close to the Fire, Playing for Keeps, and Wild.

Thursday, March 6, 2014

Monday, March 3, 2014

Welcome best-selling author Lydia Michaels!

I am pleased today to welcome best-selling author Lydia Michaels! Her latest release, from Secret Cravings Publishing, is titled FAKING IT. 


Sheilagh McCullough has been pretending to be someone else her entire life. When she takes her rebellious act too far, her overbearing brothers decide it’s time for her to grow up and face her future. After six years of procrastination and parties, Sheilagh is finally going to college.

Dr. Alec Devereux is an ethical man, but when Sheilagh McCullough enrolls in his class, his morals as a professor are put to the test. Brilliant, tenacious, and a contradiction to herself in so many ways, Alec is enchanted by his new student and unable to resist temptation. Persistent and logical, Alec unravels the mysterious woman who has captured his heart only to discover the greatest threat to their future might be her past.

A courageous journey of the soul that confronts one woman’s fears of love and embraces the truth in her heart.


“You have no right!”
“Shut up!” the three of them shouted at once.
Her eyes prickled with unshed tears as they drove. Under the passing shadows she saw each one of them staring away from her, fury stamped into their set jaws. She kicked the seat in front of her and Tristan grunted.
After she discovered Luke and Tristan’s affair, Tristan handled her with kid gloves. Sheilagh didn’t want his pity. She was tougher than that. She was a McCullough, for Christ’s sake. She had five crazy brothers and she could hold her own with every single one of them.
The farther they drove out of town, the more self-doubt crept in. “Where are we going?”
No one answered. The commercial storefronts faded away as Kelly turned the SUV onto the highway leading out of town. As they took the jug handle onto the interstate her concern doubled. Their anger was so thick it seemed to siphon the air right out of the car.
Her concern for herself doubled as her eyes rapidly blinked back tears, forcing those telling little spills to stay put where others couldn’t see. Her entire existence focused on hiding those telltale signs of weakness from the world.
She hated that her stupid, childish heart was permanently damaged and her life derailed. Since the day she’d discovered Luke and Tristan, she’d been going at the world like a runaway train, making one poor choice after another and leaving nothing but self-destruction in her wake. It was the only way she knew to control the pain, control herself. But in truth, over the last few years she felt out of control and with every stupid transgression came another reason to hate herself.
She wasn’t sure she’d ever be normal again. She wasn’t breaking hearts, just breaking herself, battering pieces of her broken heart, little by little, with each poor decision.
Suddenly the car swerved. She slammed into Luke and he pushed her off. Gravel spewed under the tires as Kelly tore onto the shoulder and threw the SUV in park.
It was dark and no one said a word. Fear tickled her spine. Why were they there? It was completely dark and eerie and she wondered if this was their version of some kind of confessional.
The sound of their breathing sawed out of their lungs and she waited. Luke, of course, broke the silence. “Are you out of your god damn mind?”
She turned to unleash the fury inside of her. “Oh, shut up, Luke! You have no right to pass judgment on me!”
Kelly swiveled in his seat, his blue eyes boring into her through the dark. “What did you suspect people would do after you bared your titties for the town? Praise you? Christ, Sheilagh, use your fucking head!”
“Like you have any room to talk, Kelly! There isn’t a woman in Center County who hasn’t seen your wank!”
“And do you think I didn’t pay a price for my actions, Sheilagh?” Kelly stormed.
No, she didn’t. Kelly lived the high life and still managed to find his soul mate. No one in this car had a right to even pretend they understood what it felt like to be invisible.
“It’s like the sheep fucker!” Kelly snarled and turned toward the windshield.
What? “What?”
“Shamus the sheep fucker!” her brother snapped. “The old Irishman in the bar that built the church and sailed the sea, but no one remembers that because he fucked one sheep.”
“No one’s fucking a sheep, you moron!”
“Well, what do you think people would say if you started stripping? You wouldn’t be Sheilagh the beautiful McCullough or Sheilagh the genius. No, you’d only be Sheilagh the stripper. Do you want that kind of reputation?”
She crossed her arms over her breasts and glared out the window.
Tristan turned. “Why would you do this, Shei?”
She blinked repeatedly. Because no one notices me anymore. Forcing an expression of indifference, she shrugged. “Why not?”
“You’re better than that. You know you are,” he said in a soft voice.
She didn’t know what to say back. Maybe she wasn’t better than that. Maybe that’s all she was meant to be, a stripper in some Podunk town.
Luke wouldn’t look at her, but she still heard him growl. “This is bullshit. When are you going to grow up?”
She pivoted and turned her glare on him. “Me? How about you, Luke? When are you going to grow up? You have an awful lot to say about how everyone lives their life, when you don’t have the balls to let the world see who you really are!”
The car grew deathly silent. Kelly said her name in warning and she snapped. “No! I’m sick of it! Just say it! Say it!”
“What do you want me to say?” Luke roared.
Tristan’s stare cut to her and she felt a pinch of regret much like the lament she saw in his eyes. Why couldn’t they just come out and let everyone know they were in love?
“This isn’t about Luke,” Tristan said quietly. “It never was. I’m sorry, Sheilagh. I know this isn’t what you asked for, but sometimes life is unfair.”
She fumed as she glared back at him. “I wanna go home.”
No one said anything for quite some time. “You’re going away,” Kelly finally announced.
“You’re going to college. There’s nothing for you here and you know it. It’s time for you to get on with your life and make something of yourself.”

Author Bio:

Bestselling author Lydia Michaels writes all forms of hot romance. She presses the bounds of love and surprises readers just when they assume they have her stories figured out. From Amish vampyres, to wild Irishmen, to broken heroes, and heroines no man can match, Lydia takes readers on an emotional journey of the heart, mind, and soul with every story she pens. Her books are intellectual, erotic, haunting, always centered on love.

Lydia Michaels loves to hear from readers! She can be contacted by email at Lydia@LydiaMichaels.org

Other Titles by Lydia Michaels:

Falling In
Breaking Out
Coming Home
Sacred Waters
Faking It
Forsaking Truth
As Tears Go By
Simple Man
Breaking Perfect
White Chocolate
All 4 You
To Catch a Wolfe
Chasing Feathers
Called to Order
Calling for a Miracle
Destiny Calls
Call Her Mine

McCullough Mountain: Family Tree