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by Chris Jane


Every New Year’s Eve, millions of people around the world make resolutions intended to better their lives:

Quit smoking. Quit drinking. Quit eating that extra cupcake.

For Dan Palace, New Year’s Eve brings something more: an opportunity to start over.
“At turns funny, smart, painful, and most of all, honest. This is a writer who doesn’t pull punches, who shows us sides of a character it might be easier to turn away from.” – Reggie Lutz, author of HauntedDan Palace has always played it safe. He chose the safe job. Married a safe woman. Rarely travels far from home. But something is missing.In the final minutes before the New Year, Dan musters the courage he desperately needs to embark on a quest to find that missing “something”: the sense of adventure and true magic he remembers from his youth, along with the love of his ex-wife, who has hated him since their wedding night nine years before.


Dan Palace

39 years old. Star collection agent at IP Collections. Since childhood, he’s been taught to play it safe. (“Don’t get out of the car during the fireworks, honey” safe.) His life is fine, but something is missing.


38 years old. Custodial engineer who wants to do more. Hopelessly in love with Dan. Occasionally very excitable.


39 years old. Began hating Dan on their wedding night and divorced him weeks later. She’s a free spirit, she’d like to think. Though wealthy, she lives in an apartment with a sweat-hot kitchen and a  living room so cold that frost forms on the windows. She doesn’t like the chicken soup that comes in a can.


17-almost-18 years old. Hotel front desk worker impatient with the stagnancy of her life and highly motivated to do something exciting. Dangerously infatuated with Dan, who she also believes may be her ticket to “living huge.”


25 years old. Jenny’s boyfriend. Not excited about this infatuation or about Jenny’s huge-living plans.


Age unknown. Longhair tortoiseshell first rescued by a woman who did the best she could (not really good enough) before being adopted by Dan. Prone to ill-timed, jarringly loud meows, but very cute in the sun.

“I’m normally a slow reader these days, but I could not stop reading this.”- Cheryl Anne Gardner, author of The Kissing Room and head fiction editor at Apocrypha and Abstractions Literary Journal

When things don’t go as planned, Dan finds himself on an unexpected road trip with a young hotel worker and her possessive boyfriend. Together, they experience some of the surprising consequences of living life to its passionate fullest – as do the people they love.

The Year of Dan Palace will grab you and hold you until you finish the final pages. – Amazon reviewer

“This book was a pleasant surprise.”
– Goodreads reviewer


Chris Jane was born in California in the 1970s and moved 10 or 15 times over the years before finally making it to New England. The younger years were happy, but awkward. Tricks to try to be like the cool kids at different stages of childhood: wearing the trendy label (this worked in 5th grade, but had no effect in 6th); lacing sneakers with thicks (effectiveness not determined); wearing black like the other 13-year-old kids who were wearing black (was rightly called a ‘poseur’); being the textbook definition of a teenager with no posing, just naturally (worked out fine for Chris, but wasn’t as much fun for the parents).

Despite a poor academic high school performance and a vehement aversion to even more schooling, Chris enrolled in college four years after leaving high school and stayed through graduate school. Unfortunately, a writing degree doesn’t exactly invite an onslaught of job opportunities, so work was varied and often interesting: college instruction as an adjunct English professor; editing book-length manuscripts in the home office of an enthusiastic believer in the law of attraction; and when the graduate degree was deemed an “over-qualification,” the 2 p.m. – 10 p.m. shift at the front desk of a hotel.

Work life is still spotty, interrupted now and then by writing stints, but that seems to work.

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Everything I know about storytelling I learned from Barbie with Sheri Cobb South

It always bugs me when I see parenting articles online bemoaning Barbie’s negative effects on our daughters’ self-esteem. Usually these articles are followed by smug comments from mothers claiming that their daughters don’t even own a Barbie doll, and aren’t allowed to play at the homes of little girls who do, lest they accidentally see one naked and be overwhelmed by feelings of self-loathing.

My take on Barbie is a bit different. Growing up in the late ‘60s and early ‘70s as the middle of three “stair-step” sisters, I remember our basement closet being filled to overflowing with Barbie dolls, clothes, cars, and houses—so much, in fact, that when my parents sold the house many years later and packed their belongings to move, my mother still found tiny spike-heeled Barbie shoes hidden beneath the detritus of almost thirty years.

Not that we all played the same, by any means. While my older sister took her doll out of its case only long enough to change Barbie’s clothes before tucking her carefully away until next time, my younger sister and I made up stories and let Barbie and Ken act them out. Some of these plotlines were so complex that they took days to complete—and if we came up with one we really liked, we would repeat it later, sometimes refining it along the way. Many were the times my dad came home from work and had to pick his way across the floor through a minefield of Barbie paraphernalia.

And yet, not once during those years did it ever occur to me that I should look like Barbie, or should even want to. To me, Barbie wasn’t about appearance—hers or mine—but about actions. Barbie could do all the things that I could only dream of. How else could a ten-year-old girl in rural north Alabama get shipwrecked on a desert island populated by babies, and be rescued by a handsome stranger who (naturally) falls in love with her? (Incidentally, that particularly plotline—which I suspect was heavily influenced by repeated readings of Carol Ryrie Brink’s classic children’s book, Baby Island—proved to be such a favorite that I can still remember it forty-five years later.)

Even then, I knew I wanted to write a book someday, although my literary attempts at that point had not progressed beyond the “trite poetry” stage. No, it was through Barbie that I learned by experimentation about plot development, dialogue, and even revision. Spelling, punctuation, and grammar are important tools for the writer, and these can be learned in school. But for the intangibles of storytelling, there’s no classroom as effective as a basement full of Barbie dolls.

So please don’t dis Barbie. She taught me everything I know about novel writing.

Family Plot 

In disgrace with her aristocratic in-laws, recently widowed Lady Fieldhurst is exiled to Scotland with her three young nephews in tow. On impulse, she and the boys decide to stay at an isolated seaside inn under an assumed name, where they can enjoy a holiday far away from the scandal that still plagues the family.

But trouble soon finds them when the boys discover an unconscious woman on the beach—a woman who bears a startling resemblance to the local laird’s daughter, missing and presumed dead for the last fifteen years. Uncertain whether to welcome her as a returning prodigal or denounce her as a fraud, Angus Kirkbride sends to London for a Bow Street runner—which presents a dilemma for Lady Fieldhurst, since she has chosen to call herself Mrs. Pickett after the handsome young man who saved her from hanging for the murder of her husband.

Meanwhile John Pickett, hopelessly pining for Lady Fieldhurst, resolves to forget her by marrying another. When magistrate Patrick Colquhoun receives Kirkbride’s summons, he packs Pickett off to Scotland before his most junior runner can do anything rash.

Upon his arrival, Pickett is surprised (though not at all displeased) to discover that he has acquired a “wife” in the person of Lady Fieldhurst. But when Angus Kirkbride dies only hours after announcing his intention of changing his will in his daughter’s favor, “Mr. and Mrs. Pickett” must join forces to discover the truth about a family reunion suddenly turned deadly.

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At the age of sixteen, Sheri Cobb South discovered Georgette Heyer, and came to the startling realization that she had been born into the wrong century. Although she doubtless would have been a chambermaid had she actually lived in Regency England, that didn’t stop her from fantasizing about waltzing the night away in the arms of a handsome, wealthy, and titled gentleman.

Since Georgette Heyer was dead and could not write any more Regencies, Ms. South came to the conclusion she would simply have to do it herself. In addition to her popular series of Regency mysteries featuring idealistic young Bow Street Runner John Pickett (described by All About Romance as “a little young, but wholly delectable”), she is the award-winning author of several Regency romances, including the critically acclaimed The Weaver Takes a Wife.

A native and long-time resident of Alabama, Ms. South recently moved to Loveland, Colorado, where she has a stunning view of Long’s Peak from her office window.

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Jennifer Zane’s HOT PURSUIT 3 & GC giveaway

Some people collect Hummel dolls, others little spoons. Other people collect china dolls or maybe commemorative plates and are often very serious about it. I, too, join this group of crazy people as I collect National Park stamps. Yes, I have a National Park passport and like to travel to the various national parks/monuments/trails/historic sites and go to the visitors center and get the dated stamp added to my book. I am definitely a little obsessed with it. One year I collected stamps in Maryland, Alaska, New York and Colorado. This past summer, I was able to get thirteen stamps at Harpers Ferry in West Virginia in one day.
I was so excited–I know, I’m insane! To confirm this insanity, I was in San Antonio for RWA last July. Of course I had to leave the convention and drive to the various missions south of town to collect the national park stamps. Checking out the map, I became a little obsessed with driving up to Johnson’s home, a national historic site, which was about seventy miles north of San Antonio for that stamp as well. I had no idea when I’d be back in south Texas, so it was perhaps my only chance to get it. Unfortunately, I was unable to get the Johnson stamp and it could be years (!) before I can get it. Yes, I’m pouting. Where to next? In January, the family is headed for a week in San Diego and we are going to take a ride out to Joshua Tree National Park–only three hours away. Gotta get that stamp!
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The next book in my romantic suspense series, Hot Pursuit, is out now. Enjoy!

Hot Pursuit 3 

Anna Scott has given Nick everything. Her heart, her body, and the truth about her past. But every action has consequences, and now, thanks to her, Nick is in more trouble than ever. He’s running from his old boss, distracted from his undercover work, and secretly negotiating with the most powerful mafia boss in New York. She knows the only way to free him is to step into the spotlight once more and face her enemies. She is convinced that Nick must stay in the shadows to be safe, but the stubborn man isn’t cooperating. Once she learns the truth about him–that he’s really Jake Griffin–she realizes that his sense of honor and duty will get him killed. Protecting the man she loves is the only thing that matters to her now, no matter the cost. Jake Griffin is in love with a woman on the run. The woman he knew and fell in love with was an illusion born of desperation. Anna Scott has powerful enemies and blood in her past, but neither can deny the passion between them. Grif will do whatever it takes to help her, including recruiting a notorious killer to help him. Grif will walk the razor’s edge between right and wrong, good and evil, truth and lies, because Anna Scott is everything to him now, and he’ll play any game, take any risk to save her from the monsters in her past, and from herself.

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Jennifer Zane has lived all over the country–from Georgia to Maryland, New York to Colorado. including an exciting five years in Montana. Her time in Big Sky country was the basis for this book. When she’s not writing, she savors the insanity of raising two boys, is figuring out how many meals she can make with a pressure cooker, and teaches a pretty mean karate class. She currently lives with her family in Colorado.

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What’s a wolf to do when his mate needs convincing…

Tamara’s spicy scent thrills, seduces and weakens him like no other.  She is his and he wants her.  Unfortunately, she is done with men.  Tamara’s been burned too many times in the past and she’s not looking for a relationship…..ever.  But when she finds a stray dog on her doorstep she decides she wants a relationship with a male, after all- that of pet and pet owner.

Josh is not a dog and he has no interest in staying her pet.  He has one burning desire- Tamara- in his bed, nightly and permanently.  He will stop at nothing to convince Tamara they are better together and that he needs her, forever.

Their paths are intertwined and their future is inevitable but will Tamara allow Josh to love, cherish and protect her?  Or will she say good-bye to the amazing, dedicated man whose loyalty and sweet promises could shatter her walls completely and consume her with desire?




“We’re here,” she muttered with a weary tone to her voice while shifting the car into park. She glanced into the rearview mirror, squeaked out a small cry and nearly jumped out of her seat.

“Oh my God, what are you doing?”

She pointed at the contents of her purse strewn across the back seat and onto the floor. He lunged forward placing his paws onto the middle console and leaned his face dangerously close to hers. The beginning of sharp, white teeth followed the long, pointed muzzle, ending in what looked like a grin. His warm breath tickled and teased her mouth.

Calm down, Tamara. He’ll sense your nervousness.

His jaw opened and a shiny object fell onto her lap. She looked at the promise ring her last boyfriend gave her. Huh. She’d forgotten about it. The relationship ended over a year ago and she should’ve pawned it, sold it, or simply tossed it straight into the ocean, but now the dog found it. She held the ring between two fingers and turned it in her hand, watching the three single diamonds shine brightly in the sunlight.

Words flowed into her mind. She widened her eyes as she stared into the amber-gold irises beside her, studying her with interest.

I smelled a man’s scent. Why do you still have the ring? You should get rid of it.

Where were these words coming from? They weren’t hers. It sounded like the dog was talking to her but nooo…the dog couldn’t talk to her, could it? It wasn’t a dog version of Mr. Ed. What made her think the dog could talk? Dogs don’t talk. Was she out of her mind? Boy, she was losing it.

The dog snorted and huffed, turning his head side to side disturbed by something. He growled, snorted and the strange voice flowed through her mind again.

I don’t want you with other men. You’re mine.

“Who’s talking to me?” She looked over at the dog. Wow. She was ready for the funny farm, all right. This dog couldn’t be speaking to her. He didn’t even move his lips.

Wriggling her left arm behind her, she silently but swiftly unlocked the door. Leaning over, she threw it wide open, trying to escape from the car and from the dog. Instead, she got tangled up under the steering wheel and her body fell backward in the process. The dog landed, partly on top of her, jumped across her body, licked her cheek, and pounced out the door as she screamed.

She turned in her seat and looked at the formidable, furry being staring at her through the open doorway. “Oh God.” Her raspy breathing struggled and strained to return to its steady, normal cadence.

She grabbed the large-sized collar from the passenger seat and held it in front of him. As if understanding her intention, he lowered his head and pushed it through the semi-open loop and she clicked the collar in place…or at least she tried to. Incredibly, it didn’t fit. Adjusting it to the maximum length possible, she placed it around his neck again. This time it snapped into place.

She took several deep breaths and willed her heartbeat to slow down but, even so, she remained fearful. He was massive in size and somewhat frightening because of it. She realized he’d done nothing to hurt her. Yet… Her heart skipped a beat. She stared at him, running through possible scenarios in her mind, wondering what to do. Thoughts and images suddenly flooded her mind.

Maybe you were imagining it, thinking the dog was talking to you.

That’s funny. She didn’t think it but hmmm…maybe she was. The words continued. Where were they coming from and who was talking to her?

Yes, that’s it—you felt guilty over still having the ring and remembered you needed to dispose of it. Then, to assuage your guilt, you started imagining talking dogs instead of getting to the truth of why you still have the ring.

Hmmm… interesting, made sense. The tone of the voice was calm and purposeful and the messages soothed her frazzled state. The dog stopped in mid-pace and sat on the ground. He seemed satisfied, pleased with something and he grinned. “Tamara, stop it,” she admonished. She shook her head and her silly notions away.

She glanced around at the cars in the parking lot and recalled why she was at the pet store in the first place. She couldn’t waste any more time conjuring up stories of talking dogs. “Geez, Tamara, really,” she muttered.

“Are you going to be good?” She eyed him and frowned. “I can’t take you into the store unless you’re well behaved.” Was she making a mistake by trusting him? Probably a big one. She unwrapped the leash and clipped it to his collar mere seconds before he tugged and pulled her out of the car.

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Michelle Callahan’s WHITE FIRE & series giveaway!

Imagine…a soldier stands before you. Tall, dark and handsome, he’s seen thousands of battles. He’s smoking hot, honorable, scarred, and has dangerous superpowers that you can barely comprehend.

But this warrior is not from your neighborhood, or even your country. He’s from another time…and another planet. He followed the enemy through a wormhole to come to Earth over seven hundred years in his past to try to save humanity.

And he needs your help. Here’s where it gets tricky. You think you’re a normal human? Well, you’re not. You’re what the Immortals call a Timewalker…you just don’t know it. And with the knowledge, and the awakening of your dormant DNA, comes power. Lots of power.

Now what? Do you have what it takes to save the world and win the heart of this Immortal warrior?

In WHITE FIRE, Emma Lawson is going to answer those questions the hard way. Keep your fingers crossed for her, because if she isn’t up to the task, Earth will fall, and life as we know it is over.

(Now, you can only imagine this scenario of you believe humans might have unknown superpowers. Well? Do you believe? What’s your superpower? Let me know in the comments below and you could win a FREE digital copy of all five books in the series, including WHITE FIRE!)

White Fire: Timewalker Chronicles (Book 5)

Ajax, The Lost King of the Immortals, sacrificed everything but his memories. After the Time Crux, the loss of his beloved Queen, and a horrifying defeat at the hands of the Triscani horde in the war on Itara, Ajax’s loyal crew played a desperate gamble…to go back in time on Earth and try to change things. But they trusted the wrong man, and Ajax has spent the last seven hundred years locked in a prison with no key. The battle approaches at long last, yet he remains weak and tortured, a prisoner to his own dark power. He didn’t simply lose to the evil Triscani…he became one of them.

The Triscani spent centuries searching for Emma Lawson’s soul. Their evil Hunters did everything they could to destroy her family’s bloodline before she was ever born. They know who she is, so they hunt her. They know the power she yields, and they fear her. They know The Lost King will do anything to save her, and they would use his love to destroy him.

But Emma is human, not Immortal. She might be dangerously attracted to the newly freed Ajax, but her first priority is saving Earth from two warring Immortal races. Ajax believed himself in love with his Queen, but the woman he remembers no longer exists. This Timewalker will defy destiny, and she’s not going to play by anyone’s rules but her own.


Michele Callahan is a car-pool mom who often makes emergency trips to the store for chocolate, coffee, or a Twix candy bar. She suffers from a dangerous case of sci-fi/fantasy fever and never turns down an opportunity to sit through a Star Wars, True Blood, Attack on Titan, or Matrix marathon. Her favorite things in books; hot heroes, superpowers, freakish things that can’t be explained by modern science, and true love!

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Weird Weddings: Hitched on a Hot Tub by Linsey Hall & GC Giveaway

I love weddings. Sure, I’m in love with the love—I write romance, after all. But what about all the silly stuff that can go wrong? It’s both horrifying and hilarious. On the day of, it can be tragic. I’ve been there. But in hindsight, once viewed against the backdrop of what’s really important? The little details, and the things that go wrong, just don’t seem to matter anymore. We spend months obsessing about every aspect, but on the big day, fate just doesn’t care.  My theory? The more complex the wedding, the more stuff that can go wrong.

For example: My husband and I were married on top of the hot tub at my parent’s cabin in the Blue Ridge Mountains. To our eyes, it was the only place that looked like a stage (very classy, I know). Instead of getting married on the ground like normal people, we decided that we wanted to get hitched way up high in the sky. So my future husband built a beautiful wooden platform that we covered with white fabric and roses. There were even floating candles and a backdrop of the mountains. It was glorious – until the hot tub turned on half way through the ceremony. Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle. We’d forgotten to turn it off. No joke, a giant appliance turned on halfway through my vows.

The rest of our wedding went pretty well. There was a concussion, a minor car accident, and two people lost in the mountains in the middle of the night who had to get hotels in the next town over, but no one died, so I consider it a success.

What about you? What do you love about a wedding? Have you been to any weddings where funny things happened?

Braving Fate, Book 1 in The Mythean Arcana

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In a world of chaos, a warrior queen is reborn

Bookish academic Diana Laughton has been having terrible dreams. Dreams of battle, dreams of blood… dreams so vivid she’s living them both day and night. When demons and portents invade her quiet life, she wonders if she is going mad. Or if perhaps she’s remembering a past life she had no idea existed…

In the midst of betrayal, he must protect her

Immortal Guardian Cadan Trinovante loved and betrayed Britain’s warrior queen Boudica two millennia ago. Now he is tasked with protecting mortals whose lives affect the fate of humanity. His latest assignment is Boudica herself, reincarnated and reborn into a woman with no idea of her past or her fated future. Though in the sexy form of Diana Laughton, it’s possible Cadan has once again met his match…

Thrown together in a shadowy world that exists alongside our own, Diana and Cadan must not only fight the demonic forces that want Diana dead, but also a past and a passion that has lasted centuries. To succumb to seduction could be fatal. But as evil from the underworld unites against them, their only hope could be each other.

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A man desperate to save his soul

Three hundred years ago, Warren sold his soul in exchange for the safety of his people. He lives immortal and inhuman, a life in the shadows, hiding his secrets. Until now, when he finally has the chance to reclaim his soul after three centuries of suffering…

A woman forced to live as a renegade

Esha is a soulceress, an immortal who drains the magical powers of others. Shunned by everyone she meets, she’s a rogue mercenary who hunts evil for a living. The only man she cannot harm is Warren, whose secrets intrigue her and whose body sparks her desire…

An evil power that can destroy them

Esha is the only person who can help Warren reclaim his soul. But what begins as a simple quest soon becomes a deadly battle, one in which choices will be made and secrets revealed that could tear them apart. As Esha and Warren uncover their passion, they must defeat the evil forces unleashed against them before time runs out…

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It’s her last chance at freedom…

Andrasta, Celtic goddess of victory, has fled the cold, sterile wasteland of Otherworld for the steamy South American jungle. It’s only a matter of time before the vengeful gods catch and punish her – unless she can convince the man she betrayed two thousand years ago to help…

And only her enemy can save her

Born in Otherworld to the life of a god, Camulos went rogue centuries ago. He’s living on the banks of the Amazon, boxing in bare-knuckled fights. The gods believe he’s dead – until Ana finds him. Ana, the woman who gave him nothing but trouble, and the woman he could never forget…

Even the gods have secrets

Thrown together, Ana and Cam must evade the wrath of the gods and a return to the living death of Otherworld. But as they flee through the jungle – and as their passion ignites – they find themselves at the heart of an ancient secret. One that could kill them both and extinguish their souls forever…

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Linsey Hall is the author of the Mythean Arcana, a sexy paranormal romance series. Before becoming a romance novelist, Linsey was an underwater archaeologist who studied shipwrecks in all kinds of water, from the tropics to muddy rivers (and she has a distinct preference for one over the other). Her books draw upon her love of history, travel, and the paranormal elements that she can’t help but include. Several of her books may or may not feature her cats.
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ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS & Giveaway with Jessica Scott



All Major Patrick MacLean wanted was Christmas with the woman and child who were his family in everything but name. But Captain Samantha Egan has come back from the war a different woman than the one who left – and she doesn’t know if she can love him anymore.

But neither of them counted on the determination of a little girl they both call daughter and if Natalie has her wish, her parents may have no idea what’s coming for them. It’s going to take Christmas miracle to bring these two wounded warriors back from the edge of a broken heart.


It was not a gentle kiss. It was not tame or timid or questioning.

It burned her down to the root of Sam’s soul. It touched something deep and dark and hidden.

Something she’d thought was long since dead and buried and gone.

Patrick’s tongue slid against hers, stroking to life the very sensations she thought she’d never feel again.

It was electric, the feel of his mouth against hers. The scrape of stubble against her chin, the taste of him. The smell of his skin.

He nipped her. Pinched her bottom lip between his teeth and sucked it. And she sighed at the pleasure, at the raw ache his taste and touch aroused in her, pushing aside the darkness that haunted her.

Sam felt him. Felt everything. The heat of his skin. The warmth that drew her closer. That made her want to crawl into his lap and unzip his pants and push up that damned flannel shirt until they were skin to skin and there was nothing between them but sweat and heat.

One hand slid down her side. Tugged at her fleece and…

“Dear lord how many layers of clothing do you have on under this thing,” he muttered against her lips.

She smiled. “You weren’t wondering why I wasn’t cold?”

“Well you’d be a champ at strip poker right about now,” he murmured.

Then his fingers found her skin and she was no longer thinking.

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Jessica Scott is a career army officer, mother of two daughters, three cats and three dogs, wife to a career NCO and wrangler of all things stuffed and fluffy. She is a terrible cook and even worse housekeeper, but she’s a pretty good shot with her assigned weapon and someone liked some of the stuff she wrote. Somehow, her children are pretty well adjusted and her husband still loves her, despite burned water and a messy house.

She’s written for the New York Times At War Blog, PBS Point of View Regarding War, and IAVA. She deployed to Iraq in 2009 as part of OIF/New Dawn and has served as a company commander at Fort Hood, Texas.

She’s pursuing a PhD in Sociology in her spare time and most recently, she’s been featured as one of Esquire Magazine’s Americans of the Year for 2012.


The balance between good and evil can be an art… or a curse. 

Trevor and Caitlin were once happy newlyweds, profiting from Trevor’s art. Until Trevor inherits his brother’s house, and with it, his part of an old Welsh family curse. Now, Caitlin will stop at nothing to save her beloved husband from insanity and suicide, even if it means she must embrace her destiny and become a witch.

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This winter, ex-skiing champion, reformed heartbreaker and single dad Tyler O’Neil has only one mission—making sure his daughter, Jess, has the best Christmas ever. The fact that his best friend, Brenna, is also temporarily moving into his chalet at the overbooked Snow Crystal resort is a delicious distraction he’s simply going to have to ignore. Theirs is the one relationship he’s never ruined, and he’s not about to start now.

Ski pro Brenna Daniels knows all about the perils of unrequited love—she’s been in love with Tyler for years. But living with him is absolute torture… How can she concentrate on being his friend when he’s sleeping in the room next door? Then when Tyler kisses Brenna, suddenly the relationship she’s always dreamed of feels so close she could almost touch it. Could this be the Christmas her dreams of a happy-ever-after finally come true?

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He was going to kiss her.

Finally, after waiting a lifetime, Tyler O’Neil was going to kiss her.

Bold, terrified he might change his mind, Brenna rose on tiptoe and closed the gap, bringing her mouth to his.

A second’s delay, a moment of heart-stopping hesitation, and then his mouth claimed hers, slowly at first and then with deep, sensual hunger. Raw, electrifying excitement rushed through her, and she moaned against his lips, opening her mouth as she felt the skilled slide of his tongue against hers.

Everything inside her melted, and she clung to his shoulders, grateful for the solid strength that kept them both upright.

She was impatient for more, and she’d thought he was, too, but he kept that side of him reined in as he kissed her slowly and thoroughly until sensation flooded every cell of her body. She closed her eyes, luxuriating in the skill of his mouth, knowing that nothing in her life before had felt as perfect and right as this.

His mouth slid over her jaw, down to her neck and fastened over a pulse beating at the base of her throat. The brush of his tongue brought a moan to her throat, and she tugged at his shirt, needing to touch him, needing to feel. He had the body of an athlete, supremely fit, honed from hours of hard physical exercise, and her seeking hands encountered hard male muscle and smooth skin.

He slid one hand behind her head and brought his mouth back to hers in a kiss that was hot and explicit. She felt him, hard and ready through the fabric of his jeans, and she could hardly breathe for wanting him.

Would it be here?



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USA Today bestselling author Sarah Morgan writes hot, happy contemporary romance. Her trademark humour and sensuality have gained her fans across the globe and two RITA® Awards from the Romance Writers of America. Sarah lives near London with her family. Visit her at

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Who Is Rob Meyer? w/ S.J. Maylee

Who is Rob Meyer? 
I’ve often said how much I enjoy writing a character who changes over time. Sometimes those changes are caused by things we have no control over and sometimes it stems from our own bad choices.
Rob Meyer, the hero from my new release, IN THE BLIND, is the kind of guy who’s been crushed by bad choices. He may have married his childhood sweetheart, but itdidn’t lead to a happy ending. The divorce made perfect sense for all involved, but he’s still pounding his head, wondering what he could have done, what he missed, and wondering if he’ll miss it next time too. That kind of self-doubt
can be crippling.
With his needs and desires pushing him to find answers, he leans on his best friend and a trainer, a Master at a local BDSM club, Charlie. With amazing advice, you’ll see if Rob’s able to get out of his own way. With his new found strength, he may just be able to provide answers to the woman who’s captured his heart in more ways than one.
The power of love is capable of many things, but first you have to welcome it into your life. IN THE BLIND is a story of passion, domination, and second chances. When the eyes are blind, it’s amazing what the heart can see.
In the Blind (Club Blind #1)
by: S.J. Maylee
Genre: Erotic Romance with D/s
Length: Novella
Published: October 15, 2014
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
ISBN: 978-1-77233-066-3
Jane thinks she’s ready to take the risks her business and love life desperately need. Rob’s still punishing himself for a broken relationship that
wasn’t meant to last. When the pair let an opportunity pass them by, fate steps in and throws them back together.
An evening of pitch black unrestrained passion at Club Blind opens her eyes to life’s possibilities. Now, if they don’t fight past their personal
demons, they might never truly discover what they need most. If they can open their hearts, it might lead them directly to each other where they can discover
their truth. If not, they may forever stay in the blind.
you can find IN THE BLIND:
The door continued to open every few minutes. Finally, the woman in front of Jane
was taken away. She could see nothing past the door besides black. Until the
door closed, she continued gazing into the darkness. How would the loss of
sight change the experience? Would she feel more? What would he feel like?
Nerves shook through her limbs, and sweat tickled her palms.
The door opened, and she stood straight as a statue. This was crazy. She searched
for pockets in her robe. When she found none, she swallowed back a curse.
The escort stopped in front of her. “Are you having second thoughts?” He shifted
the goggles higher on his forehead.
“Would you like to step back and wait to go or …” He stepped back and cracked the
door open. “Sometimes it helps to hear the sounds of the other participants.”
She closed her eyes and took in the moans and let her mind drift to what her body
would feel like to make her make those kinds of sounds.
“I don’t want to pressure you. Tell me what you want.”
“Thank you.” She opened her eyes and took a step towards him. The only way was
forward. “I’m ready.”
“Good for you.” He reached out and took hold of her hand. “Come on, I’ll take you to
the lucky one, for tonight.” He winked and tugged her forward.
Once the door closed behind them, Jane was surrounded by unending black. She looked
around, but there was nothing, no end to the darkness. A nervous shiver danced
along her spine, followed by thoughts of haunted houses. What would she find
around the next corner? Her escort tugged her forward, bringing her back to the
night’s purpose.
She needed to remember why she was here. She needed to live in the moment. There
was a good chance she was about to touch the man who would give her release.
They slowed, turned a corner, and after a couple more steps they stopped. She
swallowed the lump in her throat when her escort placed her hand into
He squeezed her shoulder, and she sensed his presence leave the space.
A pull on her hand forced her feet forward a couple of steps. She stopped just as
abruptly when she bumped into a hard chest—the man of the hour. This man would
touch her soon, but he wasn’t yet. He was only holding her hand. Her breasts moved
with her uneven breathing, and her nipples scraped against his chest.
Why wasn’t he touching her? Was he nervous, too, or having second thoughts? She
reached up in curiosity to make sure he wasn’t wearing a pair of night-vision
goggles, but only found soft hair. She followed the section of hair to above
his shoulder and continued onto smooth skin and around his shoulder to his
bicep thick with muscle. Her heart thumped, and her breath quickened as
moisture covered her needy pussy.
She breathed deeply, taking in his delicious musky scent. Her hand wandered to his
chest and found more of the same, firm skin rounding over firm muscles. A warm
hand landed over hers and held her hand tight to his chest. A nose tickled her
“Do you like?”
“Yes,” she admitted.
“I’d like to explore you now, okay?”
“Yes, please.”
She pushed out the breath she held and worked to breathe normally. His hand landed
softly on her cheek, fingertips caressed her chin, and then up to her temple.
The gentle touches raised a long sleeping yearning within her, and she leaned
into his touch.
His thumb swept across her bottom lip. Curiosity wore away her reserve, and she let
her tongue reach out and taste his fingers. One digit pushed into her mouth,
and she sucked lightly, enjoying his clean taste.
The finger left her mouth, a second of waiting, and then his mouth crushed down on
hers. His lips were firm and demanding, feeding her hunger. He ran his fingers
through her hair, and then his warm wet tongue swept through her mouth. Back
and forth, deep, then gentle, their tongues dueled. She explored more of him as
her need to know him intimately soared.
His touch lingered around her shoulders and down her sides. When he found her ass,
he kneaded the globes. The kiss ended as abruptly as it started, leaving her
She heard nothing but the driving rhythm of the music, each track feeding right
into another. The current song enchanted her, and her hips swayed. No one could
see her, so there was no reason for self-conscious thoughts. The brilliance of
the club hit her with full force. It didn’t matter who she was or who he was.
Tonight, they celebrated life and the pleasures they could bring their bodies.
Everyone deserved pleasure. Even her.
S.J. Maylee fell in love with storytelling at a young age and with it
came a deep-seated desire for everyone to find their happily ever after. She’s
finding the happy endings for her characters one steamy story at a time.
When she’s not reading or writing, you can find her caring for her
garden, laughing with her two young sons, or dancing to her husband’s music.
She’s a PMP (Project Management Professional), Nia instructor, and coffee
As a writer she has a tendency to break hearts, but she always glues
them back together.