Joanna Anderson Campbell lived the perfect life ... loving daughter and sister, loyal friend, faithful wife, and devoted mother. She was happy and content. What more could she have asked for? Life could not have been better. At least ... that's what she believed. Until she died. Can death teach the most valuable lessons about life? Jo Campbell is about to find out.
About the author:Kathi Haacke Morehead makes her fiction debut with WHITE NIGHT. She is the author of HEART BLEED: Letting go and stanching the flow, and THE BEST FROM THE CHEAP SEATS. She has also written numerous articles for Mind Body Green, and Boomeon. She also blogs daily at A View From the Cheap Seats Today. Kathi lives in Brunswick with her husband Dave and their four finicky felines. Her motto is "love and laugh!"
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Sometimes you can find love in the most unexpected places.
Sparks fly as three couples who seem all wrong for each other tackle
the obstacles thrown in their way in search of true love. Opposites
attract, yet those opposites might actually have far more in common than
they think. Can social divisions and personal barriers be overcome in
order to find a happily ever after together?
Business and Pleasure:
When sexy, rich Lawrence Russo asks Mia to come and work for him in
Italy for two weeks, she jumps at the chance. After all, it beats pole
dancing, and the salary he offers her is practically obscene. A
relationship quickly begins to develop between the two, but Mia can’t
help but wonder if Lawrence’s feelings for her are genuine or if he
feels he’s just paying for a service.
The Best of Both Worlds:
Melissa Morgan seems to have it all—her modeling career is taking off
and she’s engaged to one of the most eligible bachelors in London. But
when she finds Jonathan cheating on her again, she finds solace in the
arms of Riley, a sexy bar owner trying to recover from the heartbreak of
his last relationship. Melissa shouldn’t even want Riley, but she can’t
seem to stay away, especially when she finds in him everything that’s
missing in her relationship with Jonathan.
The Right Kind of Wrong:
Harriet Jones has spent years trying to win her father’s affection,
but time and time again she’s been left feeling that she just isn’t good
enough. When she starts to fall for her rough-around-the-edges neighbor
she knows her father would never approve. All he will see is man who
was just released from jail, not a man who’s determined to turn his life
Content Warning: contains explicit sex and strong language
Business and Pleasure Excerpt:
“I’ve been watching you, Mia.”
“I’ve noticed.” She took a step in his direction and looked challengingly into his dark eyes. “So, do you like what you see?”
They were close enough to touch, and Mia’s every nerve was tingling,
hoping to feel his fingers on her skin. He swayed forward and, for a
moment, she thought he was going to kiss her, but he leaned toward her
ear instead. “I have a business proposition for you,” he breathed,
sending a shiver through her body before he pulled away from her.
It took Mia a moment to compose herself, and his eyes sparkled with
amusement. No doubt he was enjoying her confusion. “Business…a business
proposition?” Mia attempted to sound as casual as she possibly could.
“I’m returning to my home in Tuscany tomorrow,” he announced.
Mia felt her heart sink but was determined not to let it show. “Oh,
it must be beautiful in Italy this time of year. But what does that have
to do with me?”
“I was hoping you would accompany me.”
The Best of Both Worlds Excerpt:
“Can I come in? Or are we going to do this on the doorstep?” Melissa laughed nervously.
Do what? Riley wondered, but he stepped aside to let her in without
question. He couldn’t help but glance down at her behind as she walked
past him. It was mighty fine, but he felt so guilty for checking her
out. She was engaged for God’s sake! To one of the richest bachelors in
London, no less. She wasn’t for him. He took a deep breath and followed
her into the bar.
“I wanted to thank you for last night,” Melissa said as she turned to him. He could smell her sweet perfume. It was like heaven.
“Oh, okay.” That sounded like something she could easily have done on the doorstep.
“I, um…also wanted to apologize for…you know.” Melissa was blushing.
It was an endearing sight. Riley remembered her trying to kiss him and
“It’s all right. I won’t be telling anybody about it, if that’s what
you’re worried about.” Riley understood now, she was there covering her
tracks, worried that the story about the hot, young model coming on to
the barman would get out. Like he was thinking earlier, these girls were
too full of their own self-importance.
“I wasn’t worried about anything.” Melissa folded her arms and
scowled at him. “I wanted to apologize to you. I thought I might have
“I wasn’t offended. I just don’t have any time for a drunk, rich girl
who’s after a naughty little fling to entertain herself.” Riley knew he
needed to get rid of her, he couldn’t think straight when she was
around. Despite what he was telling her, a naughty little fling with her
sounded pretty good to him right now.
“What if I want more than a naughty little fling?”
The Right Kind of Wrong Excerpt:
“Can I kiss you again?” Jamie asked. There was a fleeting moment of
indecision in his eyes, like maybe he shouldn’t, but all Harriet wanted
was for him to kiss her again.
“Yes.” Her voice was trembling. There were so many reasons why she should have said no. But she wanted this. She wanted Jamie.
His eyes fixed on hers until his soft lips found hers. Harriet
savored his gentle kiss this time, marveling at his skill to ignite a
passion within her that she wasn’t even sure she had. When he pulled
away, Harriet was left breathless.
“You seem nervous,” he said, taking her hand, which was physically shaking.
“I…I haven’t touched a man since my husband and I separated,” Harriet admitted.
Jamie’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “You seem too young to have been married already.”
“Yes, well, it didn’t work out,” Harriet said bitterly. She looked
away, trying to push down the emotions that threatened to
resurface—rejection, abandonment, the feeling of never being good
enough. But she was good at controlling the pain by now; she’d been
doing it ever since she was a child.
“I’m sorry.” The fire between them was in danger of fizzling out as
they stood there awkwardly, but then Jamie kissed her hand. “Anybody
would be a fool to leave you.”
Jamie pulled her closer and started kissing her again. He tasted of
beer, and Harriet hated the taste usually, but like with everything
else, he made the wrong seem so right, and she loved it.
She kissed him like she couldn’t get enough. Boldly, Harriet raised
her hands up to cup his face, the beginnings of stubble feeling grainy
against her palms. She was more turned on than she could ever remember.
Harriet pulled away, suddenly nervous. It wasn’t like her to do things
like this, and it scared her just how much she wanted it.
“It’s okay, we don’t have to take this any further. We don’t really know each other,” Jamie said a little breathlessly.
Harriet tried to hide her disappointment, but she knew he was right, and she wasn’t the kind of girl to be this forward.
“But I’m up for it if you are.” Jamie’s voice was more serious, and his words sent waves of desire through her body.
Given her tendency to overthink things into inaction, she decided to
let her body take over. There were a hundred reasons why she shouldn’t
do this, but she was going to go with the one reason she should—she
I have always believed that the best stories
are the ones that you can’t put down, the ones that transport you to a
different place and make you believe in the characters. This is exactly
why I write… I have always loved the escapism that reading and writing
provides, and there is nothing more exciting than imagining your own set
of characters, and then letting them practically write the story for
you. Writing has always been a dream of mine, and I’m lucky to have the
kind of people around me that have always nurtured and encouraged my
I live a cozy little life in Wales, and when I’m not writing I’m
taking care of my young family, studying for a degree in Classical
Studies, and training to become a nail technician. I love traveling to
new places, meeting new people, and experiencing new things…it’s all
great inspiration for my books!
Mesmerized by the sensuous moves of the stranger who danced with her
at the Lucian Club, Caitlynn Pilgrim has been trying for almost two
years to get him out of her mind, with no success. Until that night, she
was perfectly happy with her single life and was not looking for a man
to complicate it, but this stranger with his seductive moves has her
rethinking that decision. So, for over a year, she has been returning to
the club, hoping to run into him and have one more dance with him.
Alas, Caitlynn does not know the stranger’s name or even what he looks
like. She was so taken with dancing with him, she’d neglected to look
into his face, and when she was suddenly called away by her friend,
Esther, she’d returned to pick up where she left off only to find him
Andre Cunningham burns with memories of the beautiful, passionate woman
he danced with two years ago at the club. He had spotted her as soon as
she walked in, waving her hand in the air. He’d danced up to her and,
without uttering a word, fitted his body against hers. They moved
together as one. She was as fluid as honey, weaving her magic over him,
until he was intoxicated. Just as he was about to ask her name, she
separated herself from him and went to talk to her friend… she did not
return… he was devastated. From that day to now, he has haunted the club
every chance he gets, searching for his mysterious dancer, but so far,
it has been an effort in futility. This Labor Day will be two years
since that unforgettable dance. He hopes this will be the night he
reconnects with his mysterious dancer, even if he has to search every
corner of the Club. He will not give up until he finds her. She has
branded him with her magic, and ruined him for all others.
Brooklyn, New York
She could recall the night she met him as if it were yesterday. She
and her friend, Esther, had gone to the Lucian Club after the Labor Day
parade in Brooklyn, New York. She’d walked into the club ready to dance,
and as soon as she hit the floor, she had her hands in the air and she
was dancing to the hot beat. The next thing she knew, a man was standing
in front of her, dancing right along with her. The sexual heat between
them had been intense. Every move she made, he had matched it. She had
done a lot of dancing in her time, and no one had ever been able to
match her move for move. It was as though they were two halves of a
whole; one pulled, and the other responded. She was in such a sexual
haze that she was not even aware of her environment. Everything had
faded into the background, even the fact that she’d come to the club
with her friend. She’d been riding such a high that she believed, had he
turned around and thrown her over his shoulder cave-man style, she
would not have offered one word of protest but would have gone
As a matter of fact, the way they carried on had a caveman-like
quality about it. So no names were exchanged, no words of greeting, no
phone number changed hands—just two people bent on getting as much
sexual gratification from dancing as they could.
She was rudely brought back down from her sexual haze when she heard
her friend, Esther, calling out to her. Damn, she had forgotten all
about the woman. Go away already, she’d thought to herself as she moved
even harder against him. When she felt the tap on her shoulder, she was
not willing to open her eyes, but she did, and there was Esther, saying
she wanted to leave.
What was it about people that they couldn’t go to a club, seize the
moment, and go with the flow? No, because they were too uptight to have a
good time, no one should.
We came here to have a good time.
She was having a good time, so why couldn’t Esther just go away? She
turned around to tell her to get lost, but one look at her sad face, and
the words died in her throat. She reluctantly released her partner and
walked outside of the club with her.
“What’s up, Esther?”
“I want to leave.”
“Why? I thought you came here to have a good time.” Buy Links: Amazon Barnes & Noble
Ju Ephraime began writing professionally at age 19; at that time, she
wrote short stories for the local radio station in her home town. She
gave up writing to pursue her education and has since earned several
degrees, including two Masters and a Doctorate in Higher Education
Administration from Northeastern University in Boston. During the course
of her schooling, she wrote and published a working curriculum for a
career school, a business manual and its answer key, as well as other
literary work. In 2010 she revisited her first love, writing for fun and
enjoyment. She writes high heat, steamy, romance novels. The first was,
State of Ecstasy in the LaCasse series, which was soon followed by,
Temptation to Sin, Loving Therèse, #2 in the LaCasse series. Ju has gone
on to write several more books, including, The Odor of Violet, on tour
this month, Complete Surrender, #3 in the LaCasse series; as well as, a
Christmas Novella, Footsteps in the Sand and her award winning
paranormal, White Magic Woman, Quarterfinalist in Amazon Breakthrough
Novel Contest, 2013, out of over 10,000 entrants.Ju lives in
Connecticut, where she is very active in her community. She is the
administrator of a business school and the president of a non-profit
organization that dresses individuals for job interviews.
What others are saying about Ju’s books:
“…steamy, provocative and fresh…” ~Midwest Book review
“a new level of heat!” ~Readers’ Favorite
This book is not light reading. There are graphic scenes and there is not HEA. NOT intended for teens or young adults. Again, this is not light reading. Violence and craziness. You've been warned.***Samantha wants to love him.
Maria wants to kill him.
Dr. Luke Lawson has no idea that the girl he’s dating has split personalities fighting to control her body. Samantha must keep Luke safe at all costs.
If Samantha wins, Maria will die and disappear forever – taking Samantha with her.
If Maria wins, Dr. Lawson will die and she and Samantha will move on to the next doctor – the next kill.
But Luke is special.
He could save Samantha from herself… but only if Samantha can save him.
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An enchanting collection of four rhyming bedtime stories, children will
be encouraged to discover new ways of exploring and directing dreamtime
that comes naturally from their minds and hearts. Meet the very tired
and hungry Brody the bat who helps Rupert learn about going to sleep,
and a colorful dragon that knows all about dreaming. Merissa the Mermaid
and Flora the Frog are the perfect duo to talk about sending bad dreams
away and the Guardian of Dreams is there to protect dreamers as they
sleep. Inspiration for reluctant and eager sleepers alike can be found
in this assortment of charming, creative tales. Stories come to life
with 40 delightfully vibrant pastel illustrations that complement
creative concepts, influencing the direction and content of children’s
dreams—something sure to please the adventurous spirit of every child!
About the Author
Kyrja celebrates Sabbats, moon phases and other magickal gatherings with
Friends of Rupert and performs "Rupert's Tales and Tunes" at festivals
and every chance she gets. She continues to work on future tales
featuring Rupert and his friends, as well as fantasy-genre fiction
novels. Kyrja also likes to write and sing children's songs so may burst
suddenly into song at any given moment!
"I'm a Friend of Rupert"
is one of the many songs Kyrja has written for our furry friend and can
be found near the back of the Activity Book. You can also sing along on
our "Friends of Rupert" YouTube channel.
You can also watch
"Introduction to Rupert" on YouTube, as well as "Rupert's Tales and
Tunes" to see what the books offer, and what we do at festivals and
events. Hop on over and join us on You Tube.
Rupert's Tales: A Book of Bedtime Stories, is a collection of adorable stories about a little rabbit named Rupert. Each story is beautifully illustrated with lifelike images of Rubert and his forest friends, and each short story teaches a valuable lesson.
One of the things the book teacheschildren is that it's important to get a good night's restin order to make it through the day. He befriends a bat who crashes into a tree because he didn't sleep well the day before, and all the friends discuss how hard it can sometimes be to settle down and go to sleep. They give suggestions on how to make it a little easier. Other stories go on to explain the way that dreaming works, and how each person can control what happens in their dreams, even if it's subconsciously.
My children loved all the stories in Rupert's Tales. They are just the right length to hold their interest and they have grown very attached to the adorable characters. I also love how each story has hints of the pagan religion, such as creating sacred space or saying a blessing. These messages are subtle and someone who isn't familiar with the path would probably not even notice, but as a pagan mom, I am excited to finally have a children's book geared to my religion.
Major Richards needs to get out of the Sol System
Demoted by the military and hung out to dry, the media labels her the Butcher of Toro. Despite her soiled record, Tanis still one of the best military counter-insurgency officers in the Terran Space Force.
And they need her to find the terrorists responsible for trying to destroy the GSS Intrepid, a massive interstellar colony ship in the final phases of construction at the Mars Outer Shipyards.
It’ll be her ticket out of the Sol system, but Tanis discovers she is up against more than mercenaries and assassins. Major corporations and governments have a vested interest in ensuring the Intrepid never leaves Sol, ultimately pitting Tanis against factions inside her own military.
With few friends left, Tanis will need to fight for her life to get outsystem.
Michael Cooper has been writing since the day he closed Return of the King and wanted more. He's written a lot of fantasy that he never tried to get published, but one day decided to try his hand at science fiction, of which he has published one book (Outsystem) and is working on the sequel, A Path in the Darkness.
Michael is a software engineer at a company which builds sites and services around the open-source CMS named Drupal and enjoys the creativity involved in building web applications.
When not writing stories or code Michael is spending time with his wife and daughter, or doing carpentry--a hobby which he has been growing over the years.
His other interests include astronomy, cars and racing, blacksmithing, movies, and just about any creative work one can do.
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Layer by layer, Talia peeled away his resistance.
Sean has spent five years cleaning up his life. He’s shoved his past
behind him and built a profitable business in the town’s most popular
dance club. Falling in love with a college sophomore wasn’t in his
plans. But, from the moment he rescued Talia, she brings out his every
protective instinct. He tries to resist getting involved on a personal
level. Talia’s persistence, however, is stronger than his will.
Despite just ending an abusive relationship, Talia finds an instant
connection with a man unlike any she’s dated before. Older, tattooed,
and totally inappropriate for her, Talia couldn’t keep Sean off her
mind, especially once he calls her “sweetheart” in that deep drawl of
When Talia is in danger, they discover just how strong their
relationship is. Can Sean and his sweetheart make things last when
horrors from their pasts come back to haunt them and family seems
determined to keep them apart?
With his hand on the small of her back as a guide, he directed her
out the back door to the service alley. He led her over to a big black
Harley and held a helmet out to her.
“Uh…” A motorcycle? Why couldn’t he have a sports car or a truck? Of course a tattooed bartender would drive a motorcycle.
The smug look on his face made her want to prove his assumptions
wrong. Prove to him she wasn’t a goody-goody, scared shitless to climb
on top of a motor with wheels and fly down the road under someone else’s
“It’s this or you call someone.”
She snatched the helmet from his hand. Talia gave him the address and
fiddled with the strap, trying to figure out how to adjust it. His
hands came up to tighten it for her and their fingers brushed. She
sucked in a deep breath at his touch. His low chuckle took that spark of
anger and kindled it into a blaze of desire. With the street lamps
behind him, she couldn’t read his expression. His hand closed over hers
for a brief second before he jerked it away. He straddled the bike and
pulled his own helmet on.
She climbed on behind him and he started the motor. Talia jumped at
the sudden roar of the engine and clung tight to his broad back. His
chest shook with laughter beneath her hands. Talia relaxed a bit as the
bike moved and they didn’t crash. She slid her arms around his waist and
started to enjoy the ride, to enjoy the feel of holding a man.
She’d never been on a motorcycle before. Had never wrapped her arms
around a complete stranger like this, either. She didn’t know his name,
but she knew the strength in his muscles and the rhythm of his
breathing. When she hugged him tighter, her fingers slipped through the
button placket on his shirt. Instead of removing her hand, she combed
through the tangle of hair on his chest, surprising herself with her
boldness. His hand dropped back to squeeze hers for a moment, but he
didn’t pull her hand away.
The ride ended too soon when he rolled the bike to a stop in front of
her house. She stumbled getting off the bike, but he caught her before
she face-planted on the sidewalk. He even walked her up to the door and
waited behind her on the porch while she tried to unlock it. Her
trembling hand dropped the keys and he bent to grab them before she
“My name’s Sean, by the way.” He unlocked the door for her and handed her keys back.
“Sean. That’s a very nice name. It fits you. I’m Talia.” Did he
expect to come in? They had just met and she still had a boyfriend, at
least until she could find the nerve to dump the jerk. She’d never been
the cheating type.
He leaned one broad shoulder against the wall next to the door and
stared down at her. Shadows hid part of his face from her, but his eyes
glittered in the dim light.
Sean’s chest rumbled with a deep chuckle. “Would you’ve said the same thing if I’d told you that my name was Bruno?”
A giggle snuck out. Bruno? Not a chance Bruno would fit him.
Genre: Science Fiction/Futuristic Romance
For centuries the Ito family has served their home planet—Reunion. Now they must be prepared to give up anything to defend it.
Although the war is over, there are still pockets of resistance in
the Federation—those who would do anything to destroy the fragile peace
they’ve fought for and won. The members of the Ito family have all
fought in their individual ways, but will the battle demand further
sacrifices and pain?
Renjiro Ito and Selina Codecko were forced apart during the war. When
they meet five years later, the passion between them flares hot, but
betrayal could exact a high price.
Kumi Ito and Carmichael Snow must find those who have conspired to
damage Reunion financially while fighting to stay alive and ignoring the
fire that burns between them.
Tomi Ito and Gillian Edgemont have held the political arm on track,
but when she’s accused of the ultimate betrayal only Tomi can save the
woman he’s loved for years.
Content Warning: this book contains hot, sexy scenes, butt-kicking heroines, and strong, hunky heroes
War’s End Excerpt:
“Sit down.” Renjiro’s terse words filled Selina with pain and sadness.
She acceded to his request in silence, holding her throbbing hand
against her breast. He squatted before her, his face close to hers, his
dark eyes shadowed. His touch was gentle as his fingers traced the line
of her jaw. They shook a little and she felt the glancing caress. It
He touched a raw spot on her chin and she hissed involuntarily.
“Where else are you injured?”
Selina shook her head.
“Captain Codecko? Selina?”
His gentle words nearly undid her. Tears burned in her eyes and she
blinked, hoping to banish them. It didn’t work though. They dripped down
her face, scalding her frozen cheeks.
Now his hands dropped to her shoulders. “Where else are you hurt,
Selina?” His gaze was hypnotic. It drew her words without thought.
“My hand, ribs, and the top of my head.”
He frowned and started tugging at her shirt, pulling it free of the loose-fitting pants.
“What… What are you doing?”
He glanced at her, his face taut and strained. “I’m checking your injuries.” The Assassin Excerpt:
The small craft Carmichael and Tomi traveled in approached an
imposing tower, slowing and dropping to the plascrete surface with a
slight bump before rolling to a stop in an empty bay. The doors opened
and both men climbed out.
A man approached, and Carmichael guessed he was maybe fifty. He’s
carefully preserved, he thought, noting the impeccable gray suit and
discreet adornments. He wasn’t tall, but his black hair sprinkled with
silver was as immaculate as his clothing. In his uniform, Carmichael
felt crumpled before the picture of sartorial elegance. No doubt this
was the kind of man Kumi appreciated. He pulled himself up short. He
wasn’t there to further his relationship prospects. He had a job to do.
“Madam Kumi is expecting you, Senator. Your friend, however…” The man
frowned slightly as he indicated with his perfectly manicured hands
toward the seating area.
“He is with me.”
The man nodded, but his eyes narrowed. “She has requested privacy for your meeting.”
Tomi moved through the doorway and Carmichael shadowed him. “Thank you, Dobry.”
Carmichael filed the name away. Never know what will be the piece of information that will solve the puzzle.
Once inside, the door closed with an audible snick. Behind a large
wooden desk overflowing with files was Kumi. As elegant as ever in a
silver-gray suit. Kumi wasn’t a tall or large woman, but with her golden
toned skin and tip-tilted brown eyes she drew the eye. Her short, dark
hair was worn in a bob that framed her pixie-shaped face.
She looked soft. Womanly. He also knew she had a spine of pure steel. He’d already seen it in action the night he’d
squired her at the commitment ceremony.
She smiled as she rose. “Well, Tomi. Whatever this is, it had better be good.”
Carmichael noted her bare feet with a grin.
Kumi obviously noticed him and his quick glance. She came to a
standstill, frowning before stepping in his direction, then stopped in
front of him. Her gaze dipped to her feet and she blushed the most
charming pink tinge along her high cheekbones. “Oh, dear. Do forgive me,
Captain.” She wiggled the toes which peeked out from under her long,
“There is nothing to forgive, Madam Kumi.” He watched her fluid
movements and admired her curves. She was sleek and lithe, and his body
tightened at the thought of what lay under the light silk jacket.
Executing Justice Excerpt:
Tension rose in the cabin, thick and heady. The rescuer plunged into
the cold waters. A harness was handed over and gripped while the officer
dealt with the other. From the movements, Gillian could tell that the
person was panicked. Slowly, the first harness rose and she could tell
it wasn’t Tomi, as the person had long hair and bare legs. She sucked in
a breath as the second person in the water was assisted into another
harness, then he or she rose with the rescuer. Even though she craned,
the outline of the officer obscured her view. She sucked in an unsteady
breath, clenched her hands together, and waited.
When Gillian was sure she could last no longer, the door opened with a
bang. She quickly looked up, anticipation sizzling along every nerve
There in the doorway was Tomi, wet and shivering, but very much
alive. In his arms was a woman, bedraggled and dirty, but he held her so
tenderly that any hopes or dreams Gillian harbored melted away. There
was never any hope for her and the feelings that burned in her chest.
Without a word, Gillian turned away and fought the sting of tears in
her eyes. She noted the sounds of joyous reunion between brother and
sister, but she kept her gaze averted, to give them privacy, she piously
told herself. When the pilot ordered them strapped in, she breathed a
silent sigh of relief. She knew that this torture, him being so close
but now forever so far away, would come to an end sooner rather than
Just as she was sure she’d be spared, Tomi spoke. “Gillian, thank you for coming to find me.”
The clog of tears filled her throat, but she managed to croak, “It was nothing.”
“It means a lot to me.” He reached out and touched her hand, and she bit back the gasp that rose.
Nerves in her hand jumped and thrummed, but she ignored them.
“Honestly, I’m just pleased I could help.” She glanced in his direction,
taken aback by the directness in his gaze before the woman beside him
shuddered. He scooped her closer and Gillian turned away.
Imogene is a mother of two,
compulsive reader, and bookstore owner. She lives in regional
Queensland, Australia with her husband, two daughters, dog, cats, guinea
pigs, and chooks. She has a particular fondness for vampires, star ship
captains, and things that go bump in the night (especially vampire
types).Imogene has tried many varied roles in her working life including
kindergarten assistant, teacher, principal, and kindergarten and child
care director, but rates owning a bookstore and writing her own novels
as the absolute highlight.In her mother and wife alter ego, she has
travelled widely and lived in some very unique places including Far
Western Queensland, Cape York, and even Tasmania. She loves to travel
and rates China and Hong Kong among her favorite destinations.She blames
Star Trek Voyager, Firefly, and the works of
Alexander Kent for her interest in naval activities and later space fleet interest.
Launch into action with the Justice
Fraternity Chronicles. Meet the team—Man of Wonder, Dinah-Go,
Crypto-Man, and Sparrow—as they face the evil doers of Silver City and
Man of Wonder lost Dinah-Go once, back when
their only identities were the ones behind their masks. Now, as Myles,
he is out to win Dinah’s heart and bring her back to the life she loves
as a superhero.
Sidekick extraordinaire, Crypto Man is all
about being a hero. He fights beside Man of Wonder but is questioning
his place in the Justice Fraternity. When something fishy is going on in
his old hometown, Crypto Man heads over to check it out. Teaming up
with Penna Banena—a supermodel with superhero dreams—wasn’t in his plan,
but it might be time for Crypto Man to be more than a sidekick.
Broken-hearted Sparrow and the brilliant Dr.
Erica Simons must work together for the betterment of superheroes
everywhere. Her research could change the world…if Sparrow can keep her
alive long enough to share it. An old foe emerges, and Sparrow will have
more than inner demons to fight if he hopes to win the day, and the
Content Warning: This book contains scenes of
epic bad guy butt-kicking and delightful displays of sexy
affection—sometimes on the same page. No capes required.
Super Love Excerpt:
“If I come home…I’m going to need time and
training.” The words tripped past Dinah’s lips before she could think of
the hundred other reasons she should send Myles away and search out a
new way to be worthwhile. “I’ve kept up my speed, but I haven’t used my
other powers since the train incident.”
Myles sighed and tucked her closer. “Lately
it seems like every crazy person who can do something dangerous and
violent does it. I don’t have a lot of time, but we’ll get you back to
fighting weight. I’ve got a few new heroes who will help too.”
She supposed it was too much to ask for
things to have remained unchanged. She had been Myles’s main partner.
Not sidekick, she was simply too badass to be a sidekick, but the last
she’d heard, Man of Wonder worked with Crypto Man, a man-beast with
ruthless speed and strength. She couldn’t expect Myles to make room for
her at his side when she wasn’t even sure she could fight any more.
Myles kissed down the side of her neck and to
her shoulder, resting there a long moment. “Things will be different
this time, but I’ve missed you so much. We’ll make a new start. It will
Dinah brought his hand to her lips and kissed
his palm, the strong, amazing palm that had moments before helped bring
her amazing pleasure. “I’ve missed you too. I’m ready to go home.”
Crypto Love Excerpt:
Penna closed her door and leaned against it, a
little giddy at having her dream man in her quarters. He stalked
around, disdain on his face. The look alone made her hot.
“What are we doing in here? You gonna jump me or something?” Crypto Man asked.
So blunt. After the fussy manners The Warden
demanded as part of the class, the straight honesty endeared him to her.
This is who she was waiting for.
“Want me to?”
He turned to her sharply. “I’m pretty sure I can kick your ass.”
“Oh, you meant that jump.” She sauntered
closer, closing the distance between them with hips more than anything.
“I thought you meant seduction.”
He snorted. “Yeah, right. Why am I here?”
She ran her hand up his chest. “Are you sure
you’re so willing to pass on the seduction? I hate to sound immodest,
but what I lack in superhero skills, I make up for in enthusiastic
He wrapped his fingers around her wrist,
stilling her progress. The intensity in his eyes warred with something
she thought might be disbelief. Maybe she came on too strong.
“Fine,” she said and added a bright smile. “Business first.”
He let her loose and stalked toward her
bookshelf. She sat on the single bed to watch him. His animalistic
stealth appealed to her at a very base level. She couldn’t believe how
quickly her desire sparked and blazed. She crossed her legs. Business
Fallen Love Excerpt:
“You look so happy,” Erica said.
Sparrow leaned on his forearms on the marble
island, a light blush warming his cheeks. “I am happy, and I have you to
thank. I didn’t consider the possibility of being happy in life again. I
planned to survive for Ruby, but couldn’t ask to thrive. I’m excited
for the first time in years.”
“I can’t tell you how pleased I am. Do you
have any other concerns? You might still have aftereffects. The surgery
is very new, and I can’t say other things won’t come up.”
He reached across the counter and took her
hands. Erica swallowed hard and tried to keep her face expressionless,
even as her heart raced.
Sparrow tilted his head, gazing deep into her
eyes. “I have concerns about how I can thank you for everything. I know
the fraternity donated to your research, but I want to do more.”
“Oh.” The gift Man of Wonder gave more than
covered her operating costs for the next year. Money, when it came to
working with supers, didn’t usually raise problems. “I really want you
to not worry about it. This helped me with my research. I understand the
super brain more now than I did before. This research will allow me,
and others, to make strides in quality of life.”
He shook his head and squeezed her fingers, his warm hands soft and strong. “There has to be more. What can I do for you?”
Her mouth went completely dry as her mind ran
directly to the plethora of things she wanted him to do to her. Tangled
limbs. Hot, wet kisses. Deep, throaty moans and miles of pleasure.
“Would you like to fly?” he asked. “I could take you flying.”
Even before she understood what all the thrusting meant, Stephanie
Beck loved reading romance. When the stories didn’t end the way she
wanted, writing her own was the perfect solution. From ridiculous humor
to erotica, Stephanie loves being transported within a story. When she’s
not elbow deep in words, her husband and three children command her
attention. After they are sleeping she knits or bakes cookies…or
squeezes in more writing.
Tristan Johnson is not an easy guy to get to know. He’s quiet, shy, and borderline elusive. That never stopped Samara Cavanaugh from claiming Tristan as her best friend, her tutor, her longtime crush.
She knows Tristan better than anyone. Sam was the one person that Tristan had allowed himself to get close to. But even Sam wasn’t aware of the secrets her best friend had been keeping.
When Sam’s life was in jeopardy Tristan didn’t hesitate to protect her. Now that he’s gone, Sam will do whatever it takes to get him back.
Samara Cavanaugh has grown up in a world filled with magic users. She’s used to bizarre and peculiar. But when a stranger checks in at The Bella Luna, the bed and breakfast her family owns, the strange occurrences in Granite Falls escalate.
Many people are leery of Levi, their new guest. He claims to be in town doing research but Samara’s friends aren’t so sure that his claim is as innocuous as it appears to be. When two of her classmates disappear, her friends seem convinced Levi had a hand in it.
Those closest to her have been keeping secrets from her. Those secrets put everyone close to her in danger.
Suddenly, her unrequited crush on her best friend, Tristan becomes the least of her troubles.
Amity lives in beautiful northern Minnesota with her two sons, two cats and their Rottweiler.
She has a degree in elementary education and worked in that field for ten years before deciding to self-publish.
Her first self-published novel, Twisted, was listed by Amazon as a Top 100 Kids & Teens Kindle Book of 2012. It hit Amazon's Teen & Young Adult Contemporary Romance Best Sellers List in several countries. Truths and Dares held the #1 position on Amazon's Best Sellers in Teen & Young Adult Contemporary Romance eBooks in the UK.
If she's not writing, or spending time with her boys, she's most likely reading
I'm super excited to be a part of the Books by Bloggers Giveaway hop! There are tons of great prizes to win and all the books were written by my fellow bloggers. For my contest, I'll be giving away an awesome Forgotten Pharaoh Prize Pack, but first, here's a little bit about the book.
four thousand years ago, the great Pharaoh Djedefre was cursed for
murdering his brother. Centuries later, a team of archeologists sets out
to prove his innocence.
Julie Gerber isn't thrilled to be
pulled out of school her senior year to follow her parents halfway
around the world, but the cute Brit and the sexy young patron of the
project make things more exciting ... maybe too exciting.
team digs deeper into the mystery, they unearth something they never
expected. Animals and people are drained of blood and some simply
vanish. Julie knows there’s something sinister going on at the
excavation site, but with a documentary on the line that could make or
break her parent’s careers, they refuse to walk away.
team must find both the ancient murderer and the monster that’s hunting
them down. With the bodies piling up, only one thing is certain”"some
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The epic two book finale starts here. The stakes are higher. And the enemy is one of their own.
It's all come to this. This moment in time. Everything Natalie Johnson has fought for.
Newly promoted paladin commander Natalie Johnson is about to bring the demonire tracking system online. If she's successful Meadow's Creek may finally be safe from bloodsuckers. If not, the egg on her face will be enough to make a gourmet omelet.
But when old friends and foes begin showing up in town under questionable circumstance, it's clear something new is on the horizon. The murder of a prominent official threatens to cripple the brittle peace Natalie has brought to town.
Alternate realities and timeline jumps all converge revealing truths, deceptions and worst of all, roads not taken. Natalie must face her worst fears, her biggest regrets, and most of all a deep longing that nothing will ever be the same again.
Meanwhile a long sought after ally brings them all to the brink of madness. And his betrayal? Could be the biggest heartbreak of them all.
In the tradition of young adult vampire fiction such as Twilight and Buffy the Vampire slayer, comes The Dream Slayer.
The 2nd part in the epic finale starts here.
Once [SPOILER] believed in her and now, one last time, Natalie will put everything to the test to bring him back.
But with half of Natalie’s team in critical condition, the fight won’t be easy. WOMP’s order to shoot [CENSORED] on sight to protect their vast empire of secrets will pit Natalie against the organization she’s been faithful to since she first heard the word paladin.
Now that relationship will be put to the test.
Natalie will find a way to restore his soul, no matter the risks. No matter the stakes. Even if it means revealing her identity and location to her mortal enemy. And the end?
Well, it might just prove to be the very beginning.
In the tradition of young adult vampire fiction such as Twilight and Buffy the Vampire slayer, comes The Dream Slayer.
I could write this in the third person. I could tell you what I like, where I was born, and what my favorite things are.
But instead, I'll say I don't want to write like everyone else. I don't want to craft stories you've read a thousand times before. I want my novels to be a cinematic experience, blending themes, genres, and situations unlike any you've ever read.
I want to break the rules. I want you to break out in a cold sweat as you read my books out of fear, love, and excitement. I want my books to be an experience. When you finish, I want you to feel something. Good or bad.
Uptight British lit lover meets a free spirit at a book club and his world is turned upside down!
After placating to his father’s demands that he play Little League baseball and major in computer programming in college rather than his beloved English literature, Thaddeus assumed that several years into his career, he would finally get some peace and quiet.
Then he met Spring Pearson, the younger, free-spirited daughter of Hippie parents, at a book club meeting. Instantly smitten, Thaddeus finally worked up the courage to ask Spring out. But will an old college pinkie-swear promise Spring made fifteen years ago get in the way of this bibliophilic romance?
”A Groovy Kind of Love” is the third and final installment of Karen Wojcik Berner’s Bibliophiles series. Written as stand-alone novels, each book focuses on one or two members of a fictional suburban classics book club, revealing their personal stories while the group explores tales spun by the masters.
Karen Wojcik Berner writes contemporary women’s fiction, including the Amazon best-selling series, the Bibliophiles. An award-winning journalist, her work has appeared in several magazines, newspapers, and blogs,
including the Chicago Tribune, Writer Unboxed, Women's Fiction Writers, and Fresh Fiction. She currently serves on the Author Council of LoveToReadEbooks.com and is a member of the Chicago Writers’ Association.
When not writing, she can be found on the sidelines of her youngest’s football or lacrosse games, discussing the Celts with the oldest, or snuggling into a favorite reading chair with a good book and some tea.
Movie director Jake Wild lives up to his
name. A dangerously sexy playboy, he’s used to getting any woman he
wants when he wants. Until he meets his nemesis: the beautiful, equally
notorious Star Davis.
Ready to leave behind her party-girl ways
and set to play the lead in his new film, Star doesn’t expect to fall
for the charms of her director. And the last thing Jake wants—or
needs—is for his life to spiral out of control.
Two beautiful misfits have met their match.
A match that lights a bonfire…
From the Hollywood Hills to the grasslands
of Africa, the epic Star Trilogy takes you on a thrilling journey
shrouded in secrets, masked by betrayal, and with unforeseen twists and
turns that will make you question whose side you’re on.
Lights . . .
Camera . . .
Action . . .
Strap up your seat belt . . . you’re in for a bumpy ride.
I looked out of the open window as Los
Angeles crawled past in the traffic and exhaled a sigh of momentary
defeat. This town was doing my head in. Making me lose sight of reality.
The palm trees towering into the azure sky like skinny skyscrapers
reaching as high as they could go—everyone reaching beyond their means.
Grabbing, aspiring, grasping, taking. Even the trees, goddammit. And the
houses on Sunset with their manicured lawns, making you believe that
life could be controlled, clipped, neatened. Like my father. A control
freak who’d move a pencil one inch to the left if he felt it was out of
place. Not on set, no. In his own freaking home! A pencil. And I tried
to be like him. Organized. Sharp. On the ball. Controlled. A
But that wasn’t me and never had been. I
secretly welcomed madness with relish. Unintentionally courted it.
Nurtured dysfunction as if it were a breastfeeding baby, willing chaos
into my life the way some people attract money or women. Right now my
mind was rattling with a sort of hectic glee. Star Davis represented
turmoil and for some unknown reason it excited me—my curiosity piqued.
“I wanted an unknown for the role of
Skye,” I told Brian, willing my thoughts back to safer waters. A nice,
new actress with no baggage, no ego and no “history”—that’s what I need.
“I’ve been auditioning at drama schools all over the world. I’ve seen
sixty-two actresses. I’d narrowed it down to eight. And now you tell me
I’ve basically wasted my time?”
“You tell the press that very same thing.
‘I saw sixty-two actresses and, you know what? None of them hold a
candle to Star Davis.’ ”
“A candle that’s going to start a fire.”
“You’ll figure it out, Jake. I mean,
let’s face it, she’s met her match—match, haha, no pun intended, Get it?
She can set you alight.”
I didn’t laugh at his joke. “What’s that supposed to mean, ‘met her match’?”
“Bad boy Jake Wild—you’ve had some good
times on the casting couch yourself, my friend. You can’t deny you’ve
clocked up quite a reputation over the years.”
“The couch has been reupholstered, Brian.
The past is the past. I don’t take advantage of starry-eyed actresses
these days. I’m a professional. I get the job done and don’t screw
around with the talent anymore. Ever. Well, as of last week. It’s my
number one rule.”
“Well leave Star in peace, you know what
I’m saying? She’s vulnerable. She’s fresh out of rehab and needs to be
looked after.” He fixed his piggy gaze on me, a bushy eyebrow twitching
“Oh no! Don’t look at me, mate. There’s no way I’ll be her fucking nanny!”
“You’re the only one, Jake, who can keep
her on the straight and narrow. We can’t have her going AWOL in the
middle of a shoot. She’ll need to be watched like a hawk.”
“What about her sea of bodyguards? her PA, her father, for that matter?”
“None of them can be trusted. She’s too manipulative. Besides, they’re all on her payroll.”
“Her father too?”
“He’s her unofficial manager.”
“Great ‘manager,’ ” I murmured.
“Star’s been supporting her entire family
ever since she did that diaper commercial when she was two years old.
She has a strange perspective on life. She has never been told ‘no.’ So
she’s used to being boss, and getting what she wants.”
“Well she’s not bloody bossing me.” I
said that with bravado, yet here I was being ‘bossed’ by the system.
Brian. The executive producers, the producers, the moneymen, the money
women . . . the goddam accountants. The suits whose faces I’d never even
seen. And indirectly, Star herself. She’d slithered her way into
winning the part of Skye with her wily ways, by offering herself
practically free. Clever girl. She’d probably sucked someone’s dick to
get the part. She had me in a corner and I hadn’t even met her yet.
“And one more thing,” Brian added.
“Apparently her house is about to be remodeled and she was planning to
move into a hotel for a while. But I don’t trust the idea of Star Davis
running around loose in a hotel, you know? Too many distractions—too
much booze on tap.”
“What’s your point?” I said, meeting his eyes with a stony glare.
“I thought until every shot is in the can
it would be a good idea if she stayed in your home—you can make sure
there’re no temptations—no drugs or liquor anywhere near her.”
I stared at him incredulously as he
smoothly took a bend, the Porsche revving with a quiet growl. He went
on, “We can hire our own bodyguard— someone who can’t be bribed by her
to slip her anything— he could live in your guest house—the one in your
garden? And she could stay in one of your guest bedrooms. So, you know,
she’ll be under your roof.” He was serious when he said this.
“No. Brian, you’re really pushing your
luck. I have limits. I don’t want some wayward teenager telling me to
fuck off in my own house. I’m not her father. I’m a film director. I
have work to do. Storyboards to prepare, scenes to plan out. I have to
stay on top of the shooting schedule, liaise with my assistant director,
my lighting cameraman—Jesus, what the fuck? I don’t have time to deal
with some drug-addicted, attention-seeking, Cristaldrinking brat!”
ARIANNE RICHMONDE IS THE USA TODAY bestselling author of STOLEN GRACE
and the Pearl Series books: Shades of Pearl, Shadows of Pearl, Shimmers
of Pearl, Pearl, and Belle Pearl – all full length novels. The first
three books in the series are also available in one trilogy bundle/box
set as The Pearl Trilogy. She has also written Glass- a provocative
short story and most recently, the highly acclaimed suspense novel,
She lives with her husband and coterie of animals in France. She
loves to travel and meet people and is thrilled that her books have
touched readers from all parts of the globe.
Can you find what you need hidden within the dark?
Hiding out in his sister’s bakery to recover from a recent injury
isn’t an ideal solution for newly unemployed meteorologist Damian Trent.
Especially since he doesn’t like cake. But hiding anywhere is
preferable to facing the media frenzy revolving around his life. He has
no intention of being seen by anyone. That is, until he hears a
honey-toned voice over the phone.
Public relations agent Sophie Rose has a boss who makes her working
week a hellish one. He drives her to her need for sugar, so the recently
opened Sweet Delights Bakery is perfect for her much needed Friday
treat. But one day when she calls to place an order, she gets an
Sophie’s keen to dump her V-plates, though only the right man will
do. Damian, with his sexy, yet familiar sounding voice, seems the ideal
person for her to gain some much needed experience with. But why do they
need to date in the dark?
Content Warning: contains sensual sex
Damian rested his arm across his forehead and sighed, trying to blot
out the ringing sound and failing. Sleep wasn’t happening. He ached from
his walk after pushing it to a run. With each step he’d remembered
Sophie’s voice. He had very little else to occupy his mind, so she was
an easy focus. Every stride had gathered pace, and before he knew it a
walk had become a jog; a jog becoming a run.
And her voice was still inside his head.
Stretching out on the creaky sofa bed, he winced at the movement.
Irritated, he tugged the sheet down from his bare chest to lean over and
grab the phone. He placed it to his ear and muttered something
“Hi, sorry—did I wake you?”
“Sophie?” Or was he asleep and dreaming?
“Oh, crap. I did, didn’t I? I’m so sorry. I couldn’t sleep, so I
thought… Anyway, my apologies. Pretend it never happened, and
goodnight,” she said, speeding over her words.
“Sophie, wait!” he called out, wanting to stop her before she hung
up, needing to listen to her voice for a little while longer. “I
couldn’t sleep either,” he reassured her as he heard her soft breaths.
He shuffled higher against his pillow and propped one hand behind his
head. Why couldn’t she sleep? Because of him? And how had she gotten his
“Really?” Her relieved sigh made him smile. If he wasn’t careful,
smiling could become a habit of his. “When you left your number in the
box, I thought…”
Left his number? He had no idea what his number was.
“What did you think?”
“I thought you might want me to call?” she asked hesitantly, as if
she was worried about his response. She wouldn’t be worried if she could
see the stirring going on beneath the sheet. Or maybe she would be?
Though she seemed confident, he still detected a shyness behind her
“And did you want to call?”
His jaw clenched at her immediate response, a muscle flickering in
his cheek. Interesting. Her honesty was evoking things inside that he
was starting to like. A lot.
“I like hearing your voice.”
Christ, what was she doing to him?
“What do you look like?” he asked, without thinking about the repercussions of his question.
“Does that matter?” she said quietly, the warmth in her tone dropping a degree or two.
“No, no it doesn’t.” He frowned, the admission taking him by surprise. “Tell me what you’re wearing instead.”
“Because if you don’t tell me you’re wearing something hideous, I won’t be sleeping for the rest of the night either.”
She laughed then, the sound not helping his libido whatsoever. “Damian.”
“I’m not wearing anything hideous.” He groaned then, obviously out
loud because Sophie was laughing again. “I’m not wearing anything.”
Oh, hell. A sudden spike of desire sliced through his veins, making
him regret his impulsive words. “Then I’m now very grateful I don’t know
what you look like.”
“You could. Know what I look like I mean.”
“You want to tell me now?”
“No. I want to show you. On a…date?”
Damian lifted a hand to his face, massaging his fingers above his
brow, then lower to scrub over his jaw. His breath felt restricted by
his tightening lungs. As much as he wanted to see her, to touch her, to
have someone touch him in a way that wasn’t clinical or trying to fix
him—he couldn’t do it. How could he see her, without her seeing him? Buy Links: Beachwalk PressAmazonBarnes & Noble
A devourer of books from an early age, I spent much of my childhood
stepping into wardrobes, searching for that magical snowy world where
conversing with animals would be expected. When I wasn’t searching for
those worlds, I wrote about them instead. My first step into the world
of romance was when I stole sneak peeks into my nana’s books. I’m still
in that world and refuse to leave.
I live in Staffordshire, UK, with my husband and three wonderful
children. An avid reader and writer of romance, I strongly believe that
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