March 22, 2013

March into the Flames!

Who wants to share their smoking hot scenes?


 The ones that bring on the steam and cause your readers to pant...



Leave your short snippet and buy link.
(not the whole chapter, please!) 

Go grab your fans and iced tea...

Because it's time for...



March 15, 2013

Hot Mythic Love

Welcome to my website! Home to the infamous  

Nearly every week, I open my site to other writers and we all post our HOTTEST, STEAMIEST scenes. The ones that make you sigh...and then some.

But this week - - 

Lucky in Love? With each romance we find ourselves in a new world of love and memories. Are these just by chance? Is it luck?

Welcome to the second annual Lucky in Love Blog Hop!
Almost 300 bloggers have giveaways and posts about those men we love! 

To find more bloggers, click HERE.

We have TWO grand prizes. You can go to EACH blog and comment with your email address and be entered to win. Yep, you can enter over 200 times!  *note: everything but the swag prize is international.

1st Grand Prize: A $100 Amazon or B&N Gift Card
2nd Grand Prize: A Swag Pack that contains paperbacks, ebooks, 50+ bookmarks, cover flats, magnets, pens, coffee cozies, and more!

When I was single and looking for love, I never found it. I kissed a few frogs, was set-up on blind dates, and resigned myself to the fact that I would never be lucky in love.

Fast forward a few years and BOTTA-BING! In walks the cowboy of my dreams. Blond-hair, blue eyes, and dimples that furrowed either side of a sensuous mouth. Did I mention he also used to model?

When I stopped looking, that’s when Love found me.

That type of luck befalls the shape-shifting Centaur hero in my erotic fantasy romance REMEDY MAKER.  

Winner of the Paranormal Romance Guild 
Reviewer's Choice Award for 2012


Man by day, Centaur by night, Rhycious is a remedy maker who needs his own healing.

He’s the royal physician, famous for his cures. War and posttraumatic stress disorder have broken his spirit, preventing him from finding true happiness. Then a direct order from the queen to investigate an uprising forces him out of his secluded cabin at the edge of the forest.

Patience is an optimistic, good-natured Wood Nymph who works as a mediator to ensure harmony within the Nymph sector.

Environmental pollution in the aquifer stream that feeds the taproot tree of her heart is slowly killing her. Resigned to the fact she will not live long, she sets out to discover the mysterious disappearance of her sister. Experience has taught her to deny herself the love of a male, but the gruff Centaur is different. He doesn’t push his expectations on her, only his healing nature.

When Rhycious loses his grip on reality, he believes his inability to control his disorder will drive Patience away. Nevertheless, desire flares, and Patience draws him close. Kidnapping and betrayal turn their mythic joint venture into a deadly bout.

Will their love endure when survival hinges on trusting each other?


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Question: What profession is Rhycious in?

March 3, 2013

A Mythic Sneak Peek Sunday

Welcome to Sneak Peek Sunday!

Here's my six from Remedy Maker, Book One of the Centaur series. The Remedy Maker's best friend, Aleksander, meets Patience the Wood Nymph for the first time:


A gorgeous dark-haired Centaur, with equally handsome dark eyes, leaned his arms on the back of the sofa, resting his chin in his palm. 

"Well, hello sweet-thing. What's your name?"

Patience gripped the edge of the handmade blanket, its soft weave a thin barrier from prying eyes. She peered out, keeping her face half hidden. 

His long fingers stroked an immaculate goatee, framing perfect white teeth when he smiled. Links of thick gold chain circled his tanned neck and swung with his movements. 

"Leave her alone, Alek. She's my…patient." Rhy closed the front door harder than necessary and crossed the room in long strides. His brows pinched over his eyes that flicked over her, checking she remained fully covered. Facing the sorrel-colored Centaur, he crossed his arms and inclined his head. "Let's talk in the kitchen."

Alek's smile grew, but he made no sign of straightening. Double rows of barbed-wire tattoos wound around his right bicep and jumped when he pumped the muscle. "I don't think so." He winked and pointed his chin. "If he's just your remedy-maker, why's your pretty face turning red, sweetheart?"


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March 1, 2013

Friday Flames - with a guest post!

I couldn't be happier to welcome D'Ann Lindun to Friday Flames.

D'Ann is a cowgirl in life and heart, and she writes contemporary romantic western suspense. This is probably because she draws inspiration from the area where she lives, Western Colorado, her husband of twenty-nine years and their daughter. Composites of their small farm, herd of horses, five Australian shepherds, a Queensland heeler, nine ducks and cats of every shape and color often show up in her stories! 

Her latest book is Cooper's Redemption.

 And here's her Friday Flames contribution:


Taking tiny, frantic nips along his collarbone, Elizabeth savored him. She drew in a deep breath. No designer cologne on this man. Only the clean and woodsy scent of the outdoors. Eagerly, she slipped jeans and shorts off slim hips.
Breathless, weak-kneed, she sank on the bed. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, she folded both hands around his taut penis, until it trembled in her grasp. Loving the smooth, silky texture, and his reaction, she experimentally stroked him with her thumbs. An audible gasp escaped him, and she smiled. She smoothed the tip until his entire body vibrated with supercharged energy.
He wrapped strands of her hair around his hands, tugging, but not painfully. When he began to buck against her hand, she released him.
 “Cooper, I need you now.”
He hesitated. “I don’t have anything,” he muttered. “Not with me . . .”
 Elizabeth placed her fingers against his lips, then silenced him with a kiss. “Hold on.”
Getting up, she went in the bathroom. Rummaging hurriedly through her cosmetic case, she found a pack of nearly-forgotten condoms in the bottom. They’d been stowed there for the getaway she’d taken to Tahoe with a group of girlfriends last summer. The stash was exactly as she’d left it. Gina, Elizabeth’s best friend, had insisted she buy a box of assorted flavors and colors. Blushing, Elizabeth protested. The stash wouldn’t have been needed. She hadn’t exactly been the belle of the ball.
Thank goodness she remembered the rubbers tonight. Picking two of the plainest styles—she doubted Cooper was into mint-flavored ripples—she slipped back into the bedroom.
Climbing back in the bed beside him, she straddled his thighs, opened the wrapper and smoothed the contents over his erection. When he would’ve rolled her over, she teased, “Maybe I’ll just keep you like this for awhile. Torture you a bit.”
 “No,” he said harshly.
Elizabeth couldn’t hold back the cry that escaped her lips when he reversed their positions, moving over her and thrusting inside her without warning. She hadn’t been expecting that maneuver and pain filled her as completely as he did. “Cooper, please stop.”
He only slammed into her two or three times before a shudder seemed to shake from his very bones before he collapsed on top of her.    
Disappointment coursed through her. How could he be so selfish when it mattered most?   A sigh escaped her. Lovemaking always looked so great in the movies. It just never matched up to her expectations in real life. One of the reasons she still had a full box of condoms when her friends had gone through theirs like bubblegum last summer.
       When a soft snore came from Cooper, Elizabeth realized he 

had fallen asleep. Oh great. What a perfect ending. Typical. If only 

just once she could experience the wonder her girlfriends bragged

about. She was beginning to believe they wre all making it up.


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