HAPPY DANCE!!

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!

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….
Tabs

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…

EXCERPT

“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.

BIO

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.
http://www.tabithashay.com/
http://www.secretcravingspublishing.com/
http://www.jaydynchelcee.com

Guesting on Davee Jones' blog

Hi folks...today I'm guesting on fellow SCP author Davee Jones' blog! Please hop on over and see what's in the locker.

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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. 

Blurb:

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.

Buy Links:

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Excerpt:

“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.

“What?”

“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

Webpage: http://www.lydiamichaels.org

Other Titles by Lydia Michaels:

Falling In

Breaking Out

Coming Home

Sacred Waters

Skin

Chaste

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