To Win Her Trust by Mackenzie Crowne

Michele Callahan - Tuesday, January 05, 2016

I love stories full of heart, humor, and fun characters I can see myself sitting down with to share a martini. With my “Players Series” gang, I’d end up smashed, but the laughs and heartfelt emotion of their individual quests toward HEA would be well worth the hangover. 

Here’s a peek at CC and Tuck from book 2. As you can imagine, they kept me highly entertained.
“This isn’t going to work. You’re a beautiful woman, but…”  “But what?”  “I don’t…despoil virgins.” She had the audacity to laugh, and her sunny humor was so completely seductive he couldn’t help his smile—until her cool fingers patted his cheek.

“There. That wasn’t so hard. Was it?”

The hand he scraped over his jaw shook, and he quickly dropped his arm to his side. “You’re not thinking clearly. You teased me about being a gigolo the other day, and you weren’t far from the truth. I’ve been with a lot of women. Enough to know a woman like you needs a different kind of man.”

She crossed her arms, but the shadow of a smile remained in her eyes. “Is that why you tracked me down and showed up at my door?” Her brow puckered. “How did you track me down?”

Oh, no. They weren’t going there. “My point is, you need a man who’s in it for the long haul. That’s not me.”

“I guess you didn’t hear my first stipulation. I’m not interested in long term.” Read More

Relentless By Vanessa Dare

Blog Diva - Friday, January 01, 2016

Anna
The woman remained by my side while the man went around the car to the driver’s door, leaned in and popped the trunk. At the sound, I turned around. Watched him walk to the back, lift the lid and stood. Staring

Giving a little shift of his head, the woman joined him. So did I.

“Oh my God,” I whispered, my throat closing up at the sight. There, in the trunk of my full-sized rental, was a dead man. Forty-something, receding hairline, overweight, suit and tie. Glazed eyes stared up at me. There was a bullet hole in his forehead. And he was starting to smell. God, the horrific scent lifted up in the breeze. It wasn't powerful, yet. I assumed the only way I didn't notice it was that the windows had been open.

I felt the blood rush out of my head. Little black dots danced in front of eyes, making it look like flies were crawling on the body. I pivoted on my heel as I felt my stomach revolt, vomiting all over the concrete. Once the dry heaves subsided, I stayed bent over, one hand on my knee, trying to catch my breath. I wiped the back of my hand over my mouth, wishing I had some water to wash away the acidic taste in my mouth. All this time neither officer hadn’t moved, the woman's black work shoes and creased pants in my periphery.

The police probably thought I’d thrown up because of seeing the dead body. I hadn’t. I’d thrown up because I knew I was in big trouble. It was happening again. All my fears, all my worries over the past twelve years had come to life. Or death, like the body in the trunk. God, I knew I shouldn’t have left New York, shouldn’t have left the safe structure I’d made of my life for a little fun. I didn’t do fun. I wasn’t allowed. Because the moment I had some fun, just a tiny lit bit, this was what happened. Read More

Crash and Burn (True love should make you burn...)

Blog Diva - Tuesday, December 29, 2015

 Every love story should have a song...

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Crash and Burn (Love You Like A Love Song Series)

A childhood promise has Chance Walker picking up a guitar once again. Sure, he's been busy growing up, finishing college, and even law school. He made a promise to his dying mother and he’s determined to keep it. While his guitar playing dreams were big when he was a kid, his skill is rusty and he hires Erin Michaelson to bring music back into his life. Not only is she incredibly talented, she's one of the sexiest women he’s ever met. It's hard to focus on correct finger position when her sweet scent threatens to drive him out of his mind. 

Less than twenty-four hours after his first lesson he sees her again, but this time she’s on stage using another name and seducing an entire audience of men. He played the gentleman card once, and it got him nowhere. This time, all bets are off and he’ll do whatever it takes to keep her. A single, sizzling backstage kiss will change both of their lives forever, because Chance soon realizes that Erin is not just an itch, she’s an obsession that he refuses to live without. 
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His Dream Role by Shannyn Schroeder

Michele Callahan - Tuesday, December 22, 2015

New Year’s Resolutions
By: Shannyn Schroeder


It’s the holiday season and no matter what holiday you celebrate this winter, it’s always about family and love and being together. And then the year comes to a close and people start talking about making resolutions.

I don’t. I never have. My problem with the idea of New Year’s resolutions is that they’re really nothing more than dreams. Would I like to lose weight? Sure, most people would. But to set that as a resolution without a plan is simply a dream. And if I’m dreaming, I’m thinking of a Hemsworth brother, not a diet. 

I don’t know if I’ve ever made a New Year’s Resolution. Mostly, I feel like they’re a waste of time because so many people don’t follow through. In all honesty, I would probably be one of them. And there’s not much more I despise than failing. I know everyone says failure is part of the path to learning and growing, and while I agree, it doesn’t mean I have to like it.

I approach my goals realistically. Could I have set a resolution to get straight A’s throughout college? Sure, but I was also working a minimum of 32 hours a week (more like 50 hours my junior year). I lived on my own and had rent and bills to pay. Sustaining everything for a long period of time was unrealistic and I recognized that. I had to maintain a 3.5 GPA to keep my scholarship, so that was the only goal I had.
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SE Smith: AN EXCERPT FROM CHALLENGING SABER:

Blog Diva - Monday, December 21, 2015

“Don’t cry,” he grunted out as a feeling of panic began to rise inside him. “Don’t….” His voice died when the first tear escaped to course down her cheek. “Shewta! You are trying to rip my heart out, aren’t you?”

He sat down on the side of the bed. In the background, he could hear Carp quietly leaving them alone. He opened his arms when Taylor sat up. A deep sigh escaped him when her shoulders began to shake with her silent sobs. He awkwardly patted her back before he lowered his head and tightened his arms around her and rubbed his chin against her hair.

“Jesse… Jordan,” Taylor sobbed.

“They are safe,” Saber murmured. “Why did you leave? You were safe at the compound.”

Taylor pulled back to gaze up at him with watery eyes. He reached for a tissue on the tray next to the bed and held it out to her when she sniffed. He waited as she blew her nose and wiped her eyes.

“How were we supposed to know that?” Taylor asked stubbornly. “I heard Hunter say that Jesse was his Amate. I don’t know what that is, but it doesn’t sound good. We were going to try to head up to the cabin.”

Saber gently raised Taylor’s chin so she was forced to look at him. An amused smile curved the corner of his lips when she wiggled her nose at him and gave him a slightly suspicious glare. His thumb ran tenderly along her lower lip. He raised an eyebrow at her when she tried to bite it. Read More

Harvest Moon by Sharon Struth

Michele Callahan - Sunday, December 20, 2015

Are you a city or country person?

Visiting any city is always exciting. I live just over an hour from both Manhattan and Hartford. But when I settle down at the end of the day, I want the peace that comes outside of the busy hubbub of an urban area.

Although I live in a Connecticut suburb right now, I’m not too far from some rural areas with farms and rolling hills. When we visit those, usually on winetasting or kayaking trips, I feel like it’s a place I’ve always belonged.

Yes, I’ve always dreamed of life on a farm. More than once, I’ve begged my husband for us to get some goats. I have visions of milking them, making soaps and cheese…to go along with the food from my garden each summer. Hubby dear says the goats aren’t happening…
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Michele Callahan - The Ozera Wars - Erotic Space Opera

Blog Diva - Monday, December 14, 2015

Imagine...A planet divided along two lines -- magic vs. technology. A society of women warriors who rule their continents with the most advanced weapons and technology in the quadrant. The Daughters of The House of Moons escaped from magical and sexual slavery over seven hundred years ago, but now produce Ozera Potent, a chemical weapon used suppress their own people, and to sexually enslave others.

Imagine... a race of powerful sorcerers, who have had enough of the female Moon Warriors taking them hostage, stealing their seed, and then murdering their brothers.
Let the battle begin.

ROGUE’S DESTINY (Book 1) Hana is the second daughter of the House of Moons, sister to the Queen, and revered scholar of Anthea. Everything she believes about her people, and about herself, is a lie.

Kiel Lonriev, Prince of Melos, left his home on a rescue mission. Captured by powerful Anthean elders, he knows death is preferable to the torture ahead.
Only she can save him... Only he can show her the truth... Their forbidden union will violently alter the course of their planet’s future.

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Line of Scrimmage by Desiree Holt

Michele Callahan - Tuesday, December 08, 2015

Line of Scrimmage by Desiree Holt

Book Blurb: Sometimes it’s not about winning…

One bad tackle. That’s all it took to put wide receiver Jake Russell in a cast for the rest of the NFL season. From being a high school all-star to getting drafted by the Austin Mustangs, football has been Jake’s life for as long as he can remember. It’s what defines him—because he has a secret he never shares. But now that he’s laid up in bed with a nurse displaying a lot of distracting bedside manners, he’s discovering life on the sidelines might have its perks. . .

One last paycheck. That’s all Erin Bass has left to her name when the resort she works at shuts down. Desperate, she agrees to be a caregiver to hardass jock Jake Russell, who also happens to be a memorable one-night stand. Before long, caring leads to daring new ways to catch up in bed, especially with Jake still in a cast. But with football on the sidelines, this time the game is serious. . . Read More

Jerrie Alexander: EXCERPT FROM FLIRTING WITH FATE

Blog Diva - Monday, December 07, 2015

“My brother and I are all the family Nan has left.”

Liam smiled, patting Elle on the shoulder. “Your grandmother is fortunate to have you. We lost our grandson in a skiing accident last year. We’ve been considering selling the resort or turning it over to a management team.”

“Brandon Ethridge will try to use your grief to his advantage,” Logan said.

“It won’t work,” Liam said. “Not after hearing the truth about him.”

Elle and Logan said their good-byes, but she stopped at the door and returned to Liam. “This place wouldn’t be the same without you and Alana. Your charm and love for each other makes the castle warm and welcoming. I’ll bet your grandson loved being here and wouldn’t want you to sell.”

Elle hugged Liam and Alana and hurried out. Logan paused. His dark eyes sparkled.

“What?” Elle asked. Her heart expanded. Breath caught. His expression confused her. Was it pride, confusion, or affection radiating from his face?
“You’re amazing.” He cupped her cheeks and kissed her.

Elle melted into him. Right there in the lobby without thought as to who might be watching, she slipped her arms around his waist and returned his kiss.

“Thank you.” She barely managed to force out the words. She’d really wanted to beg for more.  Read More

Vanessa Vale: EXCERPT: DAHLIA

Blog Diva - Friday, December 04, 2015

The interior of the stage was stifling as it waited for another passenger. I fanned myself with my hand, but the August heat was not diminished by the shade the ceiling provided. The only reprieve was the breeze that stirred once the horses began to move. It seemed I would ride to Carver Junction alone and that suited me fine. The leather flaps were rolled up and the wind cooled my damp skin. Sweat trickled down between my breasts. I undid a few buttons at the top of my blouse. Just that little bit was helpful. 

Next, I tugged at my long skirt and pulled it up over my knees. Ah, bliss! It was markedly cooler this way. Not very modest or the least bit ladylike, but no one could see me.

We’d traveled less than a minute when the stage came to an abrupt halt. I would have slid onto the dirty floor if I hadn’t braced my foot against the facing bench seat. A man 
appeared in the window.

“Miss Lenox. This is a surprise,” the voice said. With the sun behind him, his face was in shadow beneath the brim of his hat and I couldn’t tell who he was, but I knew that voice. The hair at the back of my neck rose at the dark rasp.

I realized while I couldn’t see him, he most certainly could see me. I shoved the hem of my skirt back down and began fiddling with the open buttons at my neck in mortification.

The door opened and he climbed inside, folding his large frame to keep from bumping his head. Removing his hat, he glanced at me, a wide grin on his face. “No need to right yourself for my benefit. I assure you, I will enjoy the trip so much more if you don’t.”

My mouth fell open at the sight of Garrison Lee. What was he doing here? I asked him as much. He arched his brow at my less than conciliatory tone, and then settled himself across from me. The stage lumbered into motion. Read More