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’s ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS novella is also included in  HOME FOR CHRISTMAS with JoAnn Ross.


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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Sarah Morgan and MAYBE THIS CHRISTMAS with giveaway


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.
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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.


SEDUCING THE GROOM & giveaway with Cheryl Holt

For many years of my life, I was hailed as “The Queen of Erotic Romance.” I was one of the first authors to jump into erotics just as they were bubbling up as a romance subgenre. I wrote fifteen erotic novels and novellas. At the time, they were considered the cutting edge of the erotic market, but when we see how erotics have evolved over the past decade into full-on erotica, the old books I used to write seem very tame in comparison. They’re still fun to read, but they’re so different from what’s available now.

My erotic novella, SEDUCING THE GROOM, originally appeared in an erotic anthology in 2004. It was priced at an exorbitant $15.00, and the print run was very small, so very few people ever bought it or read it. It’s sort of a “lost” book for me. The rights recently reverted to me from my old publisher, so I’m re-releasing the book so everyone will have a chance to read it. And I hope you will. It’s a great story that’s extremely well written and very fun to read, but when you remember that—just a decade ago—it was the hottest kind of erotic story out on the market, it’s such a surprise! I think you’ll all be fascinated. The world is changing so fast!

London, 1815…
“Well, good night then, Lord Banbury.”
“Good night.”
Stephen St. John, Viscount Banbury, eventually to be Earl of Stafford if his recalcitrant, impossible father ever dropped dead, glared at the interloper who’d now been his wife for all of ten hours. The silence extended; the farewell grew awkward.
What repartee, precisely, was a man supposed to express at a time such as this? Sleep well? Pleasant dreams? See you in the morning? Or how about more aptly, What was I thinking, marrying a woman I don’t know? Have I gone mad?
Nothing seemed appropriate. Astoundingly, he blushed, his cheeks heating with an embarrassing dose of discomfort.
The wedding guests were gone, the house had been tidied by what was left of his domestic staff, and he’d been about to leave too, when he’d stumbled upon her floating down the stairs. She was scarcely dressed, clad in a diaphanous green negligee and robe that hardly covered anything that ought to be covered. Apparently, as she’d concluded that he was already off to his merrymaking, she’d believed herself to be alone in the massive, drafty domicile. Unable to sleep, she’d descended to fetch a relaxing refreshment.
Her hair was blond, the shade of ripened wheat. It was unbound and hanging down her back to brush her bottom, and he was gravely troubled by the display. She was much too forward and assured, prancing about in her nightwear before an unfamiliar man, yet she didn’t appear perturbed.
Yes, he was her husband, but nevertheless, they were strangers.
Even though he hadn’t meant to, he evaluated her graceful figure. He was only human! He couldn’t be expected to avoid looking at what was flaunted in plain sight.
She was much too shapely, and he squirmed uneasily and inspected the floor, only to be confronted by her feet.
Her toenails were painted red! The splash of bright crimson in the dull salon seemed immoderately sexy, out of place, incongruous and irreconcilable with the individual he pictured her to be.
Ordinarily, he was an urbane, sophisticated fellow, renowned and lauded for his aplomb, his polish and poise and, most particularly, for his way with the ladies. Yet with his new bride, he’d been transformed into a bungling, gauche oaf.
From the moment earlier in the day, when she’d waltzed into the parlor, promptly at eleven, he’d behaved like an ass. Throughout the abbreviated ceremony, then the afternoon of toasting and celebration, and the interminable meal that had wrapped up the festivities, he’d constantly tripped over himself, saying the wrong thing, doing the wrong thing, and generally making a fool of himself.
She likely presumed that she’d wed a moronic buffoon.
He was dawdling in the doorway, acting like a simpleton, powerless to depart, but incapable of maintaining any sort of intelligent conversation.

“Don’t let me keep you,” she obligingly said. Showing him her back, she strolled to the other side of the room, where surprisingly, she helped herself to a stout glass of brandy.
During the excessive, protracted gala, he’d covertly watched her. When his rowdy, wild friends had still been in attendance, she’d had naught to drink. While she’d ceaselessly had a beverage in her hand, he’d never seen her take so much as a sip. So why now?
He was used to consorting with a rather decadent type of lady, so he normally wouldn’t have heeded whether she’d imbibed or not. Usually, he paid no heed to what a female did or didn’t do. But it bothered him to discover that she was so nonplussed by events that she could blithely delight in a nightcap.
“Enjoy your…revelry,” she added. “I’m sure it will be most entertaining.”
From the beginning, he’d recognized that she had a husky, come-hither voice. When she talked, she always sounded as though she were on the verge of mentioning an indecent proposition. Thus, it was difficult to focus on the content of her speech, because the words kept getting lost in the sensual timbre of any utterance.
Narrowing his gaze, he studied her rounded behind, trying to deduce if she was mocking him with her flip adieu. Was she jesting? Was she serious?
She had to be joking. She had to be!
Though she’d readily and freely yielded to his ultimatum that theirs would be a marriage of convenience, how could she blandly acquiesce to his rushing out to cavort with others on their wedding night? Had she no feelings in the matter? Was she genuinely unconcerned about where he went or what he did? What woman—what wife!—could be so tolerant, so unmoved? What kind of person was she?

There was the crux of his problem. He had no idea.

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a New York Times, USA Today, and Amazon “Top 100” bestselling
author of over thirty-five novels. 
She’s also a lawyer and mom, and at age forty, with two babies at home, she started a new career as a commercial fiction writer.  She’d hoped
to be a suspense novelist, but couldn’t sell any of her manuscripts, so she
ended up taking a detour into romance where she was stunned to discover that she has a knack for writing some of the world’s greatest love stories.    
Her books have been released to wide acclaim, and she has won or been nominated for many national awards.  She is considered to be one of
the masters of the romance genre.  For many years, she was hailed as “The Queen of Erotic Romance” as well as “The International Queen of Villains.”  She isparticularly proud to have been named “Best Storyteller of the Year” by the trade magazine Romantic Times BOOK Reviews.

She lives and writes in Hollywood, California, and she loves to hear from fans. Visit her website at

Ella Quinn’s MADELINE’S CHRISTMAS WISH & giveaway

It is so wonderful to be visiting you again. Thank you for inviting me!

I love history, traveling, and Christmas mixed with a dash of suspense. Which is what I have in my latest book and first novella, Madeleine’s Christmas Wish. I story takes place when Napoleon was in exile in Alba.

The French king had just been restored to his throne, but he was waffling on the matter of restoring lands to his subjects who had followed him into exile or fought on his behalf. I’ve always found this problematic. After all, what leader allows those who have remained loyal to him to lose everything, and in the early 19th century land was the major source of wealth.

My hero in Madeleine’s Christmas Wish, is one those loyal subjects. Georges, Marquis Cruzy-le-Châtel operated in the shadowy and not well respected world of intelligence. His mission was to pretend to work for Napoleon, while he was actually working for the king. Through his own devices he had ensured that poachers haven’t taken over his estate, but he still needs the king’s validation of his holdings. Madeleine’s father took a different approach, he remained in France, but at the end of the war, she now finds her property in danger.

Come join the journey through France as George helps Madeleine protect her family as they fall in love.

Here is a snippet.

“Dead? When?”
Even in the darkness, Madeleine could make out the shock in Georges’s face.
“About three months ago.” She blinked back her tears. “We were told he died after falling from a horse. Which makes no sense. He gave up riding after he injured his hip. They showed us his body and said his neck had been broken.”
“How many people knew he no longer rode?” Georges asked, his voice unusually calm.
She shook her head, trying to remember. “Hardly anyone. He did not wish to show any weakness. He’d always taken the coach when he traveled for business.”
“What of your brother?”
Armand was her twin and elder by five minutes. They had always been so close, she was surprised she hadn’t felt his death. Her head began to ache, and she rubbed her temples. “We have not heard from him since the war ended. All of us assumed the worse. My father was searching for Armand, or his body, when he was murdered.”
Georges’s brows snapped together. “Where was your brother?”
“With the army.”
“He fought for Napoleon!” Georges’s tone was so furious she flinched.
What did he know about anything? His family had left France. She glared at him. “He fought for France! He fought for his family. When they offered him the commission it was a test of our loyalty. Armand dared not refuse.” Madeleine was surprised by how much she wanted Georges to understand, wanted his help in rescuing her mother and sister.  “He would have done anything for us.”
What do you think you would do, stay or leave?


Madeleine’s Christmas Wish

The bachelors in Ella Quinn’s Marriage Game series make a habit of resisting the irresistible. But during the season for giving, surrendering to temptation may be the greatest gift of all…

A French spy, Georges, Marquis Cruzy-le-Châtel, has lived in England for years, sacrificing his life for his country—but not his heart. For he’s never been able to forget his childhood friend, Madeleine. And now, in her hour of need, he is there to rescue her…

The victim of a ruthless statesman, Madeleine, Comtesse du Beaune, has been abducted and sent to England to work in a brothel. Her greatest wish is to return home for Christmas, and her only hope of it is to marry Georges—though she will be his wife in name alone. Yet as they steal across the snowy countryside, Georges decides to woo her—with kisses that melt the winter’s frost and leave her longing for a holiday miracle…

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Ella’s giving away a print copy (Sorry, U.S. only) of Enticing Miss Eugenie Villaret to one (1) lucky commenter.  Napoleon & Josephine, great lovers, was she using him,  was he using her, or tit for tat maybe?  What do you think?

Ella Quinn lived all over the United States, the Pacific, Canada, England and Europe before finally discovering the Caribbean. She lives on a sailboat St. Thomas, Virgin Islands with her wonderful husband of over thirty years, two bossy cats and a loveable Portuguese Water Dog. Ella loves when friends connect with her.

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“All Modern American literature comes from one book by Mark Twain called Huckleberry Finn”
—Ernest Hemingway
Who hasn’t read these classic adventure stories? You don’t have to be a boy to envy, admire, and appreciate these two timeless tales. Did you know these books have never been out of print?
Penguin Classics is reissuing THE ADVENTURES OF HUCKLEBERRY FINN and THE ADVENTURES OF TOM SAWYER with new introductions by Twain scholar Kent Rasmussen. What new ways to enjoy and view these tales might his introduction inspire?
In addition HUCK FINN contains a foreword written by Azar Nafisi,  The Republic of Imagination, citing HUCK FINN as one of three books responsible for shaping America’s  identity.  That’s saying a lot!
Obviously they’re more than rollicking good adventure tales.  These editions would be the perfect introduction to the world of Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer for the adventurous reader or new reader on your list.
Thanks to Kevin Manic Readers has a print copy of each to give away (Sorry US only). Did you read either Tom Sawyer or Huck Finn growing up?  Do you have a favorite scene or quote? Share them with us we’d love to hear them.  Good Luck!

Of all the contenders for the title of The Great American Novel, none has a better claim than ADVENTURES OF HUCKLEBERRY FINN (Penguin Classics; ISBN: 978-0-14-310732-3; On-sale date: October 28, 2014; $8.00).

By turns praised, derided, banned, and celebrated, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn is Mark Twain’s enduring masterpiece, an incomparable adventure story, and a classic work of American humor.   Amazon

Few books have taken so deep and enduring a hold on the American imagination as THE ADVENTURES OF TOM SAWYER (Penguin Classics; ISBN: 978-0-14-310733-0; On-sale date: October 28, 2014; $9.00). Younger readers delight in the sheer pleasure of following the rollicking, mischievous adventures of Tom, a consummate prankster with a quick wit. Yet older readers recognize the somber undercurrents lurking dangerously beneath the secure and wondrous world of boyhood. A classic that has lost neither its popularity nor its capacity to delight, Tom Sawyer is a treasure of American literature.  Amazon


Mark Twain (1835-1910) was born Samuel Langhorne Clemens in Florida, Missouri. Starting out as a typesetter, he went on to work as a steamboat pilot, prospector, and journalist before publishing his first major book, The Innocents Abroad.

R. Kent Rasmussen is the author or editor of nine books on Mark Twain, including the award-winning Mark Twain A to Z, as well as more than a dozen other books. He lives in Southern California.

Azar Nafisi is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of Reading Lolita in Tehran, Things I’ve Been Silent About, and The Republic of Imagination. A passionate advocate of books and reading, she appears regularly on major media and speaks to packed audiences around the world. She lives in Washington, D.C.

The Writer’s Muse & giveaway with Juliette Cross

The muse is an ambiguous entity. Does it come from without, or does it come from within? I’d venture to say both. Whether from literature, history, society, or Mother Nature, she weaves into the conscious and subconscious of all writers, sparking some new idea to life. Inspiration is complex and multi-dimensional, but if I had to pinpoint an origin, I’d bet the true muse lies within the heart of the writer. As for me, my muse awakens for a variety of reasons—a lovely work of art, a storm moving in, a change in weather (particularly during fall and winter), a stunning photograph, or sometimes something as simple as wind rustling in the leaves.

I love reading about what sparked the imaginations of writers of great stories. My favorite is the one of J.K. Rowling and her muse coming to life on a train. She was on her way back to London on a four-hour train ride after a weekend of flat-hunting (for a place with her then-boyfriend) when the idea of the scrawny, bespectacled Harry Potter popped into her head. She didn’t have a pen and was too shy to ask someone to borrow one. (Can you imagine being the person Rowling borrowed the pen from to write down the first ideas of the famous Harry Potter series?) But she claimed that if she’d started writing that moment, she might have stifled the character and the story unfolding in her head. For four hours, she let the ideas ruminate and let her muse take hold. Well, we know what happened from there. I’d give her muse an A+ and a bonus for a job well done.

I try to take wisdom from Rowling’s story. Sometimes it’s best to let your muse work, rather than hurry to write it all down the second an idea forms. So writers, whether it’s an impending storm, or a fallen leaf, or a lonely train ride, let your muse lead you down that creative path into the deep unknown of your imagination. You never know what wonderful story might be waiting just around the bend.

In a world divided by prejudice and hatred, only love can bridge the chasm.
Tensions are rising in the Gladium Province. The boundary between humans and Morgons has begun to blur. While the human aristocracy strives to maintain distance between their daughters and the dragon-hybrid race, fate has other plans.
As the daughter of the corporate king, Jessen Cade is duty-bound to honor her arranged marriage to a man she detests. Feeling trapped by family duty and a loveless future, she longs for more, straying to the Morgon side of the city.
Lucius Nightwing is the eldest son of the powerful Morgon clan, and the greatest enemy of Jessen’s father. When a bar-room brawl thrusts Jessen into his arms, his dragon roars to the surface, craving to sate his carnal hunger in the brown-eyed beauty. The beast in Lucius recognizes her as his own, even if the man refuses to admit the truth.

Juliette’s giving away an ecopy of SOULFIRE to one (1) lucky commnenter.  Do you have a muse? What gets your creativity, whatever form it may take,  flowing?

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Juliette calls lush, moss-laden Louisiana home where the landscape curls into her imagination, creating mystical settings for her stories. She has a B.A. in creative writing from Louisiana State University, a M.Ed. in gifted education, and was privileged to study under the award-winning author Ernest J. Gaines in grad school. Her love of mythology, legends, and art serve as constant inspiration for her works. From the moment she read JANE EYRE as a teenager, she fell in love with the Gothic romance–brooding characters, mysterious settings, persevering heroines, and dark, sexy heroes. Even then, she not only longed to read more novels set in Gothic worlds, she wanted to create her own.

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CAFE IN THE PARK & giveaway with Elodie Parkes

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TITLE – Café in the Park
AUTHOR – Elodie Parkes
GENRE – Contemporary Erotic Paranormal romance
PUBLICATION DATE – September 9, 2014
PUBLISHER – Siren Publishing
COVER ARTIST – Elodie Parkes


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When Emily joins a dating agency, she never expects to meet someone like Chris. Everything she ever hoped for in a man, he’s special in more ways than one. Their intense attraction to each other is fueled by their shared loneliness. Will Emily find out his shocking secret when someone from his past comes back to haunt him?

How can love blossom, when someone is trying to tear them apart?


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The next day after work, she kicked off her high-heeled shoes at the front door and padded along to her study to check the date matching mailbox on the website. There was one reply.
“Meet me for coffee Thursday lunchtime. I’ll wait at the front of Café in the Park at one o’clock. I’m tall, dark haired, and will be wearing black.”
Emily took off the jacket of her business suit and read the message again. Café in the Park was easy to get to from her workplace. She hadn’t too much time to worry over the meeting, since today was Wednesday. She only had to cut down an adjacent street to meet the large square of the city park. There was a pond and a big bistro café there. Lots of workers went to eat their lunch at the café or sit on the benches that lined the path through the park…so a safe enough assignation.
As she ate her evening meal, she daydreamed about the meeting, hoping the man would be attractive, intelligent, kind, and sexy.
The next day, even though she’d promised herself she wouldn’t fuss, she put on her shortest work skirt and highest heels, and instead of the tan stockings she ordinarily wore, she chose black. As she drove to work, a flutter of anticipation grew in her stomach.
The morning dragged. She began to get cold feet, but then, ten minutes before one o’clock, she put her computer to sleep, picked up her jacket from the back of her desk chair, and left her office. Emily told the receptionist she was going out for a sandwich. As she strode down the street and detoured to the park, nervousness took over. Her heart beat a little faster. By the time she approached the café, she was shaking.
There was no one outside it that matched the description in the message. Two young men in white shirts and tan chinos passed her and went into the café. Three women all in business dress talking and laughing together, waited for a fourth to join them, and then went into the café. Emily took a deep breath to steady her nerves and walked right up to the café entrance. She stood around for a few moments trying not to feel self-conscious, but it got the better of her. She retreated to a bench seat on the path a little way off from the door to the café.
At one fifteen, she slipped her cell phone into her jacket pocket after checking the time, and stood. She walked to hang around outside the café entrance for another five minutes, but then feeling foolish, she went back to work.
She detoured into the staff kitchen and got coffee to take back to her desk. As she sat down in her desk chair, she couldn’t help a sigh of disappointment escaping. That afternoon sadness crept over her. At the end of the working day as she traveled home, she realized just how much she’d hoped to meet a man who might love her. A fresh wave of foolishness flowed over her as she acknowledged hurt at being lured to the meeting only for no one to show up.
She almost cancelled her membership of the matching service and especially her attendance at the speed-dating event the next evening, but then a little flame of hope sprang up. I’ll try for a little longer.
©Elodie Parkes 2014 Siren Publishing All Rights Reserved

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Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal or suspense. Her books are always steamy — cool stories and hot love scenes.

Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique emporium by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.

Elodie writes for, Hot Ink Press, Moon Rose Publishing, Eternal Press, Secret Cravings, Evernight, and Siren Publishing.

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GOING HOME with Stacy Finz

GOING HOME: The small mountain town of Nugget, California, has a strange way of giving people unexpected reasons to start over—and find the most irresistible chances to fall in love…

Maddy Breyer needs to prove she can make her own life after betrayal blew up her previous happily-ever-after. Staying totally focused on renovating a decrepit mansion into a bed-and-breakfast might help her—and this recession-hit town—finally turn things around. But the mysterious new sheriff is the kind of lawbreaking temptation that’s an even bigger challenge to resist…

Detective Rhys Shepard is only back in Nugget long enough to care for his ailing father. He’s got a big-city promotion far away from this place that never accepted him. He does not need a sudden crime wave to solve. Or one leggy case of heartbreak stirring up all kinds of trouble and challenging his rules. Which might explain why he’s suddenly finding it hard to leave…

Rhys slowly rocked the glider with his right leg. “Maddy, I don’t know what the Wellmont mold is. What I do know is that you’re clever and you’re funny and you’re beautiful. . . . Look what you’ve accomplished in the short time you’ve been here. Most people would’ve written off the Lumber Baron as a scrape. When you’re done with it it’ll be the pride of Nugget. From where I’m standing this Gabriella woman wasn’t your problem. If your husband couldn’t see what I see . . . Well, he doesn’t deserve you.”
She pressed her face against his shoulder and mumbled, “You might not say that if you’d ever seen Gabriella.”
He gently lifted her onto his lap, his soft lips just inches away from her ear. “I don’t need to. I’ve seen you.”
Maddy looked at him with such wonder in her eyes that it mesmerized him. He bent his head, gently brushing her lips with his. The kiss started innocently enough. But when she wrapped her arms around his neck, he was lost. He sank his mouth over hers, pulling her firmly against him…

Going Home



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Author bio: Stacy Finz is an award-winning former San Francisco Chronicle reporter. After more than twenty years covering notorious serial killers, naked-tractor-driving farmers, fanatical foodies, aging rock stars and weird Western towns, she figured she finally had enough material to launch a career writing fiction. In 2012 she won the Daphne du Maurier Award for unpublished single-title mystery/suspense. She lives in Berkeley, California with her husband. Visit her website

A TASTE OF CHARDONNAY with Heather Heyford

Thanks for stopping by Manic Readers, Heather.

How did you come to writing?

I’m kind of famous in my family for my long string of unrelated jobs. As a teenager, I worked at an Italian restaurant owned by triplets who didn’t speak English, where I gave myself first-degree burns spilling a plate of hot spaghetti down my leg.

Following college graduation I became a sales rep. One winter afternoon under a sky the color of a bruise, I slid off an icy rural Pennsylvania ramp into a snow bank. It was dark before I was found.

After that I went to work for a department store, rising to the rank of dress buyer. So glamorous! The f-bomb was my boss’s favorite word, and the women were paid less than the men. At least I got to take the train to New York for my monthly buying trip, where I was put up in a low-end hotel that reeked of carpet glue.

Finally acknowledging my artistic streak, I next decided to become an art teacher, which I stuck with for a decade.

I truly didn’t have what it took to write until I’d accumulated all those experiences. 

What grade and subject did you teach?  

I taught Art. What could be easier than painting and cutting and drawing with cute little kids? Um, just about anything, as it turns out! I ended up getting hired at a high school. Teaching was the hardest thing I ever did. Every adult should have to shadow a teacher for one whole day. That would put to bed complaints about teachers’ salaries, once and for all!   

What is your favorite part of writing? 

I love editing. It’s amazing, seeing your fantasies come alive. Sometimes I’ll laugh and think, “Did I write that line?” I must be in a different zone when I write. 

Least favorite? 

Definitely, the middle of the book is the stickiest. The beginning is fun, I know how it will end…it’s the stuffing that requires the most deliberation. 

Please tell us about your debut A TASTE OF CHARDONNAY, first in your Napa Wine Heiresses Series. 

I’m so excited! Nine months ago, I was teetering atop a rickety ladder hanging Christmas lights, when I got ‘the call’ that Kensington wanted to buy my series about the four daughters of Xavier St. Pierre, Napa Valley’s most notorious vintner. Each book tells one sister’s story of how she finds love and fulfillment. 

Do you have a WIP you can talk about? 

I just finished writing Book 3 in the series, A Taste of Sauvignon, and I’m about to start the next one. In Book 4, A Taste of Sake, Char, Meri and Savvy will be shocked to discover Papa has been keeping a secret from them: their illegitimate half-sister, who’s been living in San Francisco all these years! 

What are you currently reading? 

My first love in the romance genre was Regency, but since I write contemporary, I’ve been scrambling to catch up with the likes of Kristan Higgins, Jill Shalvis, and Robyn Carr. I also always have one of the Outlander books on my nightstand.  

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Heather Heyford is author of the contemporary romance series, The Napa Wine Heiresses. Get “A Taste of Chardonnay” in print or for kindle and Nook.

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Born in the Northeast, Heather Heyford learned to walk and talk in Texas, and then moved to England. (“Ya’ll want some scones?”) While in Europe, Heather was forced by her cruel parents to spend Saturdays in the leopard vinyl back seat of their Peugeot, motoring from one medieval pile to the next for the lame purpose of ‘learning something.’ What she soon learned was how to allay the boredom by stashing a Cosmo under the seat. Now a recovering teacher, Heather writes love stories, feeds hardboiled eggs to suburban foxes, and makes art in the Mid-Atlantic. See more at

With Saturday Morning Cartoon era ending, so does a rite of passage for millions of children

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This past weekend saw an era come to a quiet end. For the first time in over 50 years, there were no Saturday morning cartoons on any over-the-air broadcast network.

It is official – the era of Smurfs, Superfriends, Bugs and Daffy, Tom and Jerry, GI Joe, Transformers and myriad other animated features has come to a quiet, albeit sad, end.
Fans of Saturday morning cartoons have an odd, though familial, connection. We grew up together, connected through the television looking glass, viewing worlds of fantasy, action, adventure, excitement. Many cartoons inspired us, some frightened us, others uplifted us, and many more offered us an escape from the worries and fears of childhood and adolescence. For so many of us, waking up early to watch a classic round of “Wabbit Season! Duck Season!” was as much a routine as our parents getting up and telling to turn the volume down. It was a ritual, a rite of passage that all children, from baby boomers to nascent millenials, shared in common.
Unfortunately, our animated temples had to eventually yield to the internet, Youtube, Netflix, On-Demand TV, and myriad other “at your service” delivery and viewing options. There was, literally, no way for the networks to compete. Infomercials for juicers, erectile dysfunction remedies, get-rich-quick-schemes and other products have proven to be more profitable in this 24-hour-sales-cycle world we live in.
So what have we lost?
We lost the joy of seeing Brainy Smurf getting booted from the village for the umpteenth time, never minding the fact his cranial landing spot should have caused, at the very least, a severe concussion. We lost the exhilaration of seeing Superman lifting up a boulder to plug an erupting volcano, forgetting that such an action would eventually lead to the boulder being exploded by the roiling gasses underneath. We will never again see ludicrous image of hand drawn dog in red pajamas flying through the air declaring (“Never fear, Underdog is here!”) The mirth derived from watching a parody of Batman featuring man in a royal blue jumpsuit and his cybernetic canine friend bumble their way to triumph over the bad guys (“Blue Falcon”…”And Dog Wonder”…”AWAY!”) has been lost. Last, but certainly not least, children will never know the frustration of their favorite cartoon being pre-empted by a Presidential speech about jobs, war, or some other White House crisis.
We all thought the same thing – who cares if the Soviets were spinning up ICBMs bound for New York??? Space Ghost is about to finally blow up Zorak!!!
Yes, that is the very thing we lost to this new modern world. We lost some of our innocence. While it had been flatlining since Cartoon Network and Boomerang came on the scene, you could at least hear a faint pulse. Today, no more.
The Fantastic World of Hanna Barbera, Cybertron, Eternia, and Looney Tunes Land has ended and with it, a brave new world of On-Demand cartoons continues.
Th-th th-th th-th THAT’S ALL, FOLKS!!!!

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