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Maliciously Obedient by New York Times Bestselling Author, Julia Kent — One playboy CEO. One curvy, determined administrative assistant. One hidden
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Revealed by Amazon Bestselling Author, Steena Holmes — One moment of passion at the hands of a sexy masked man is about to crumble Eve’s dream of becoming a success as a pastry chef. Will she bury her desire for love or will she look beyond the mask to find the man who ignites a fire in her soul?
The Cinderella Obsession by Opal Carew — Can Vanessa risk falling in love with a man obsessed with a fantasy woman — even though that
woman is her?
The Vampire Affair by Vivi Anna — a unconventional journalist risks everything including her job to get the goods on billionaire businessman Jonathan Devane, a man who enthralled her for a single passionate kiss months prior, a man who makes her blood race, a man with dark secrets…
Torn Between Two Brothers by Cathryn Fox — A case of mistaken identity unveils seductive truths and exposes erotic desires.
Love Me If You Dare by Kate Laurens — Kaylee Sawyer hasn’t been home for three years, but she is determined to come to terms with the mess of her past—and to ignore Dylan McKay, the guy whose single kiss has been tattooed into her mind forever while she does it.
Thief of Hearts by DL Snow — Once a princess, now an assassin. How’s that for a happily ever after? Heartbroken and in disguise, Zaina is left with only one option. She must kill an innocent king if she hopes to save the man she loves.
This blog post first appeared January 22, 2012 in Bandit Creek Books. It is a tale about the circle of life and the strange and wonderful lessons we are here to learn. If you are interested in adoption, this post might interest you.
UNLOCKING THE STORY OF A SECRET
Ahh, secrets. We all have them, don’t we? They are those little (and sometimes not-so-little) tarnished nuggets we keep close to our chest. Sometimes we hold onto them to protect others from pain. Much of the time, however, secrets are leaden weights, a burden heaped with shame, guilt and remorse. Secrets can be lonely and, if kept too long, have a habit of becoming corrosive and gaining a certain power over the psyche.
In my story, Siren’s Song, the heroine Joss Jones, has a secret. She believes she is responsible for her mother’s tragic death. Her burden is so great, she gives up fame and deprives herself of the one thing she loves most–performing. It is necessity (and a trip back in time to Bandit Creek, 1899) that forces her to confront her secret and to let go of the guilt, allowing her to…
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I’m very pleased to announce Mustang Sassy has recently placed fouth in the Silicon Valley – RWA Gotcha! Contest. Just finished revisions and now it’s off to Meredith Giordan at Berkley/Jove. Hope she likes! Here’s an excerpt…
Sass Hogan could put up with a lot of shit. Backbreaking work – no problem. Snide remarks – water off a duck’s back. Having to prove herself – every single day. But betrayal? Betrayal erupted in the pit of her stomach and seared the back of her throat, eliciting feelings that were so deep and primal, her reaction was instinctive. That good-for-nothing cheat!
She strode across the dark parking lot of the Snake Pit Saloon to her red Corvette Coupe and popped the trunk. The tire iron lay there beside her spare and Sass grabbed it, admiring its simple weight. She glanced up and looked around. Apart from the strains of music and laughter that slipped between the doors of the small town bar and the song of the crickets in the late summer grass, the parking lot was quiet.
With a backhand, she swiped at the tears on her cheeks as she slowly stalked up and down the rows of vehicles until she found what she was looking for, a blue ’67 Mustang Fastback. She paused to touch the gleaming paint, to slide her hand along the smooth finish of the beautifully rebuilt car. What she was about to do was wrong. Some part of her knew that. But there was another part – one she’d only met a few times, one that was even now clawing at her innards to get out – that insisted that what she was about to do would feel right. Oh, so right. Carlos needed to hurt as much as she did.
With one more glance around the parking lot, Sass raised the tire iron above her head, took a deep breath and swung it for all she was worth.
“Bastard!” The iron smashed the windshield.
“Lying-” The driver’s side window and door caved beneath the force of her blow.
“Cheating-” There was a popping sound as the headlights shattered.
“Scum of the earth!” Sass dragged the rough end of the iron along the passenger side, making a deep gouge in the shiny blue paint.
“This is for making me care-” One taillight shattered, the glass tinkling as it fell to the ground.
“This is for…” She couldn’t finish the sentence as the second taillight met a similar fate.
Leaning her frame on the iron, she panted heavily and surveyed the damage; the dented chrome hubcaps, the smashed rear window, the scratched doors and gouged side panels. She swallowed hard and squeezed her eyes shut as some weird choking sensation threatened to take over. But with her eyes closed all she could see was Carlos’s hands cupping Tori’s butt. Tori’s double-D cups pressed against his chest. Carlos’s lips…
With a shake of her head, she climbed up on the hood and started to dance, a stomping, boot-grinding jig, making sure to dig the heels of her cowboy boots into the shiny paint and white stripes. Then she lifted the iron above her head and brought it down swiftly, butt first, denting the roof of the vehicle again and again and again.
My manuscript, Legend Hunters: Brother’s Keeper placed second in the romantic suspense category of the Valley Forge Romance Writers 2010 Sheila Contest. The final round was judged by Holly Blanck of St. Martin’s Press. I want to thank the Valley Forge Chapter for putting on a wonderfully well-run contest and Ms. Blanck for taking time out of her busy schedule to judge the final round of this contest.
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