Friday, February 27, 2015

Saving Attractions #newrelease

I have a gorgeous new cover, but more than that this book! Yeah, I'm a little behind.

So enjoy the excerpt and blurb below!

Adalyn Jameson fears she and her trade ship crewmates will die on the uninhabited planet where they’ve been stranded by pirates. Before panic sets in, Zarain shifters arrive to help them. Ada does not fight her intense attraction to one of the brawny shifters. A short, sizzling affair with this man is the perfect way to occupy her time before she goes back to normal life.

Jagger Antein thought babysitting a stranded crew until they could be evacuated from the planet would be an easy assignment. He never expected to find his mate among those he rescued. Now that he has, he’ll seduce her and keep her close before he claims her. When members of the crew are attacked again, he’ll have to discover who’s behind it and what they’re after if he hopes to keep his mate safe.


Ada lifted her head from the cold gray deck of the holding cell. She didn’t even need to look out to know that they were still aboard the pirates’ ship. The entire crew had been taken from the Setona, a trade ship, and brought here.

The pirates wanted them away from the easy means of communication there. They also seemed to believe there was something they’d missed when they’d raided the ship. Screams of her crewmates being tortured in the large area beyond her prison had drawn her from the numb daze she’d fallen into after the brutal agony caused by the villains’ methods of questioning. When would the torture stop?

Her red hair matted to her face and fell across her eyes, blocking her vision. She slowly rolled her head until she could see. Pain pounded through her head and body. Stilling, she tried to remain motionless to let the wave of discomfort pass. She looked around the holding cell, hoping to see the rest of her friends. The captain sprawled on the floor not too far from her, and blood dripped onto the metal floor from his lip and nose. He looked unconscious.

Where is it? We know it’s been sent. That’s all the men had asked her, over and over again. Each time she didn’t answer, they’d pressed a silver rod against her skin. She’d never seen anything like it, although it could have been some kind of modified pulse weapon. Surges of energy had coursed through her muscles, causing them to spasm. She didn’t know what the pirates wanted. By the end of the torture, she would have told them if she had. When she couldn’t tell them what they wanted, they’d beaten her to try to draw answers out of her.

What the hell was it? Fucking space pirates. It wasn’t enough that they’d stolen the cargo and crippled the vessel. No, they had to torture the crew. She didn’t even know what they’d done with the Setona. If they were still asking about something that might be on it, it was probably in one piece, but that didn’t mean the ship would be in working order.

They had all the cargo. What else could they want? The pirates asked for it. Nothing more than that. How was she or any of the other trade ship crew supposed to know what it was if it wasn’t among the cargo? That was the only thing of value that was on board.

She’d heard about the pirate attacks over the past months but never expected pirates to attack the Setona. The Setona wasn’t from one of the huge lines. Most of the freight runs were routine. She’d thought they’d be safe because of that. The pirates seemed to target those larger ships and the pricey goods they hauled. The Setona didn’t transport much valuable cargo or even weapons. On this run, it only carried supplies.

She hung woozily between consciousness and oblivion. Her mind circled around the question of what it was. When the pirates began gathering the crew of the Setona and taking them somewhere, Adalyn didn’t know what to think. They might have gotten their answer and decided to dispose of the unwanted passengers. Her heartbeat raced as fear chilled her. Her mouth dried and her breath caught. She didn’t want to die.

When they came for her, two pirates roughly jerked her to her feet. She stumbled as they urged her forward, her muscles slow to respond. Her mind still felt disconnected. At one point, the blows and the jolts from that rod had blended together. She wondered if they’d drugged her while she was out after the beating but couldn’t come up with any answers. It would explain some of the detachment she felt, but then again she’d been tortured and beaten. She might be in shock.

She eyed the dark gray walls and empty corridors, trying to get some kind of idea of the size or type of the ship. She wanted to be able to identify something about this ship and the men if she survived. It didn’t take many hallways to reach the destination though. Ada was surprised when the pirates ushered them into a shuttle bay and straight to a waiting shuttle.

She saw eight to ten of the crew in the shuttle, along with two of the pirates at the front. The Setona’s crew numbered twenty with the captain. Some of them were missing. Glancing around before they shoved her fully into the vehicle, she tried to catch sight of the others but didn’t spot anyone familiar. She couldn’t remember seeing the other people for a while. Blearily, she realized the shuttle wasn’t large enough for all the crew members. Still, she worried about her friends and crewmates. Where are they?

Two pirates operated the controls of the shuttle while the Setona’s crew sat in the rows of seats behind them. Ada knew there would be no chance to take over the shuttle. A shield separated the pilot and copilot’s seats from the rest of the shuttle. Not that she could have done much. Ada’s body screamed with the pain from the torture and beating. She was in no condition to try to take over the shuttle, and the others were likely in the same condition.

The shuttle dipped and a difference in gravity grabbed her attention. She focused her gaze on the control panels. From what she could see on the monitors, they’d entered a planet’s atmosphere. The discovery left her with more questions than answers. What planet? Is it a habitable world or are we going to be left to die? Her heart slammed in her chest and her nerves stretched tight.

The shuttle lurched forward and rocked slightly to the side in a bit of a rough landing. Before the pirates made any move to open the hatch or even say anything, the speakers on the shuttle beeped, followed by an almost inaudible stream of curse words. She frowned, listening, trying to make out any kind of message there.

“You’d better be on your fucking way back up here. The scanners just picked up a large-ass ship heading straight for us. If you’re not up here before we’re prepped and ready, we’re leaving you,” the voice snapped with urgency and abruptly cut off.

The copilot stood and pulled out his weapon. “Get out now.”

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Friday, February 20, 2015

Guest Post: Love Refocused by Nancy Corrigan

I'd like to welcome Nancy Corrigan to the blog today! She's celebrating her latest release, Love Refocused with a delicious excerpt!

Sander’s Valley, 2
Wyn Sander is surprised when his brother Kyle asks him to be best man at his wedding. Wyn’s even more shocked to learn the woman who later walks into his garage is Ronnie’s half-sister, Iona. He’s instantly attracted to her. She’s sophisticated, beautiful, and confident. At least she is until Wyn stands up. She flinches and a look of terror passes over her face. It bothers him to see. Luckily, desire replaces it, but it doesn’t stop Wyn’s curiosity. For the first time in his life, he wants to find out what made Iona fearful and fix it.

Iona can’t believe her luck. The man she lusts after is her new sister’s soon to be brother-in-law. The kiss they share shatters her, but her attempt to stop any involvement with him ends up with her agreeing to three dates. She decides Wyn is unlike any man she’s ever known, and it’s unfortunate she can’t enjoy him. She isn’t in the market for a boyfriend. All she wants is sex. The only problem is—she doesn’t think Wyn sees things her way.

Short blurb:
When Wyn sees Iona, he falls hard. Iona's not so sure—their chemistry is explosive, but after a bad relationship she's not sure she can commit again.


She jerked her hand from his. “Where are we going?”
“Basement. Need you.” He reached for her.
She backed up. “We can’t. Your mom—”
He drew her against him. “You feel that? How hard I am?”
A soft sigh escaped her lips, his only answer.
He brushed his fingertip across them. “I ache, darling.”
She turned her head and sucked one of his fingers into her mouth. The tug connected with his balls. He wrenched his finger free and cupped her face between his hands. “I’m going to take you downstairs and fuck you, Iona. Hard and fast.” Her eyes widened. He loved the shock displayed in them. He brushed his lips over hers. “Then tonight, you’re coming home with me, and I’m going to love you real slow, until you beg me to fill you up.”
She shook her head. “No sleepovers. No commitments. I told you that. Besides, your mom is picking me up early. We’re going shopping.”
Her words danced through his head. Disappointment hit first, then excitement flared. “You didn’t say no to now.”
She swallowed hard. “I don’t know. I want you, but…”
“But what?”
She glanced in the direction of the living room. “What if somebody walks in on us? Your family will assume we’re in a relationship.”
“Nobody will catch us.” With a single finger, he turned her face toward him. “Do you trust me?”
Her cautious nod answered him.
“Good.” That was all he needed to know. He lifted her, a hand on her bottom.
He nipped her lip. “Quiet. We only have a few minutes.” He pulled the basement door shut behind them and turned the lock. “And I’m not wasting them talking.”
“You’re serious.” Her whisper matched her widened eyes.
He hurried down the stairs and dropped her bottom on the back of the sofa. “Yeah. I don’t think I’ll survive a whole day without you.”
She clutched at his shirt. “Oh.”
One word. Damn he loved how she reacted to him. He popped the button on her shorts and tugged the zipper. She lifted her bottom. No hesitation. No denial. He held her acceptance close.
“Next time, I’ll worship you. Head to toe. Eat you out. Lick your breasts. Give you everything.” Hand fisted around her waistband, he glanced at her. “You want that?”
She nodded. “Yes. I want.”
“Good, but tonight I need you. Just like this.”

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Author Bio
A true romantic at heart, Nancy Corrigan is convinced there’s a knight in shining armor for every woman (or man), but you won’t find damsels in distress in her stories. She adores pairing alpha heroes with women strong enough to match them and bring them to their knees. She also enjoys flipping the traditional roles in romances because her motto is—love and people should never be forced to conform to anyone’s norm.
She holds a degree in chemistry and has worked in research but now focuses on ensuring quality. She considers it the perfect outlet for her as she’s the first to admit she has some OCD tendencies. It carries over into her writing life too. While engrossed in a novel, she has a habit of forgetting to eat and sleep. Fortunately, she’s married to her own knight in shining armor who understands her oddities and loves her anyway. They reside in Pennsylvania with their three children, dog, snake and guinea pigs. Her other interests include tattoos, animals, classic cars and all things spooky and sexy.

Thank you so much for stopping by, Nancy and as always Happy Reading!

Saturday, February 14, 2015

A Valentine for you

Happy Valentine's Day to you! It's been a little while since I've posted. I have received some good news lately, but can't share it until... Well, to give  some of it away, I can't share until I sign my name to something. So I'm sitting on it.

I have been a busy little writer though and I'm trying to focus even though my mind keeps wanting to go to a project that has nothing to do with my current WIP. It isn't even in the same genre. Fickle muse. More to come soon.

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Friday, January 16, 2015


Well, hey again!

Alright, so I've been kind of busy, but should have stopped back here before now. I'm  preparing one manuscript for submission and trying to finish another. The Bears is the manuscript I'm trying to finish. I'd hoped to finish it before the end of the year, but a nasty little bug and some getting over that bad cold, but can't focus blahs sidelined that idea.

But it's a new year, admitted halfway through the first month of said new year, but it's a good time to discard what didn't happen and focus on what we can do now. So that's what I'm doing. Trying to set manageable goals work toward them and move on to the next so that I can accomplish my major goals this year.

Below is my latest favorite quote!

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Thursday, December 25, 2014

Mery Christmas! Happy Holidays!

Merry Christmas! As I spend time with my family, I hope you are all with the one's you love!

I want wish everyone a very happy Holiday Season!

Happy Reading!


Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Guest Blog: A gift for Adam by Adriana Kraft

I'd like to welcome Adriana Kraft to my blog. She's offering us a taste of her erotic holiday romp, A Gift for Adam (a re-release with new edits)!

Sensible Evie, devilish Adam and a Christmas package mix-up in a hilarious holiday romp!

Extasy Books: Re-released December 15, 2014, with new edits
Erotic Romance Novella, 14,000 words
E-Book: ISBN: 978-1-4874-0149-8
Heat rating: four flames (Explicit sex, M/F; toys; anal play)
Cover by Carmen Waters

Home and Garden assistant manager Evie Strand has painstakingly embroidered a set of seven thongs as a gag gift for her best friend—only she brought the wrong box to the store Christmas party, and now Adam Grant from Automotive is holding them up for everyone to see: Kiss my..., Tight Fit—could things get any worse? Adam may seem like a total rake, but he can tell Evie’s deeply embarrassed and he resolves to make it up to her. Who knew where a simple dinner date would lead?


Mortified, Evie Strand looked on in horror at the office Christmas party careening out of control. Her fellow employees stared at her in amazement. Some snickered. Some couldn’t remain silent.
What a hoot,” Leslie whispered from the seat next to her. “You put old Adam in his place.”
Evie shook her head and swallowed hard, willing herself to be anywhere but in this room. Adam Grant’s dark eyes snapped, mocking her. Did he really think she’d given him that package on purpose? It was meant for Christie, her closest friend. That package wasn’t even supposed to come to the office party. Christie didn’t work for the store.
How could she be such an idiot? She’d wrapped so many Christmas presents late last night. It had never occurred to her that the two packages looked so similar on the outside.
To her dismay, she’d drawn Adam Grant’s name for the annual gift exchange. She hadn’t given it much thought once she’d decided to give him a tie.
Evie blinked as he rummaged through his gift. “No,” she muttered softly, when he held up a second thong. This one, like the last, had hand-stitched lettering.
She should know. She’d painstakingly hand-lettered seven thongs for Christie. They were supposed to be a joke. Christie would probably never actually wear any of them, but they’d both gone out of their way over the past six seasons to surprise each other with something outlandishly sexy. Maybe she’d gone over the top this year.
Adam held up the pink Tuesday thong. He could hardly read it aloud for breaking up with laughter. Tuesday: Wish you were…A question mark below the lettering left little room for confusion about the intent—it would nestle comfortably over the wearer’s mound.
More hoots and hollers followed. The powder-blue Monday thong had been more shocking, probably because it was the first one Adam had held up, or maybe because it said Don’t Dribble across the front.
Evie pushed her chair back from the long banquet table where she sat with her fellow Grafton Department Store employees. Leslie grabbed her wrist. “Don’t let him get the best of you. Mistakes happen. At least half the people here think you did this on purpose to get the rake’s goat. If you leave, they’ll know you screwed up.”
Evie gulped and nodded at her department manager. She drew in a deep breath. “All right.”
She glanced back at Adam in time to see him holding up the yellow Wednesday thong: Kiss My…with a broken arrow pointing suggestively toward the backside.


Award-winning author Adriana Kraft is really two people, a husband-wife team writing sizzling romantic suspense and erotic romance. With backgrounds in criminology and counseling, they combine their expertise in the criminal mind, trauma, healing and human nature with a passion for robust sexuality and life-long vitality. Together they have published over thirty romance novels and novellas to outstanding reviews. Long and Short Reviews: “scorching hot…refreshing...something to read when you want straight up hotness.” Romance Junkies: “filled with warmth, blazing hot sex, well-developed characters…not for the faint of heart.”  Romantic pairings include straight m/f, lesbian, bisexual, ménage and polyamory, in both contemporary and paranormal settings.


Thank you for stopping by Adriana! Happy Reading!