Lily Harlem – In Expert Hands

I am very pleased to have UK,  award-winning, multi-published author Lily Harlem here today. Her book In Expert Hands is a very well-written contemporary erotic romance.

Welcome, Lily. I’m very excited to have you here. Tell us about you as an author

I’ve been writing for about seven years now. I studied creative writing with Cardiff University, wrote in lots of genres to start with but then had a go at erotic romance for an online competition at LoveHoney. I was thrilled to win first place so I always say the erotic romance genre found me! I now have over 70 published works, about 30 of them are novels. I write MF, MM, and ménage a trois. I love sport romance, I’ve dabbled with paranormal but generally I write contemporary erotica and nearly always add a sprinkle of kink. I also write with Natalie Dae under the pen name Harlem Dae, my work with Natalie tends to be much darker BDSM.

What do like the most about being an author?

Being able to let my imagination run riot. Also being able to work whenever the mood takes me, whether that’s first thing in the morning or the middle of the night.

Are there any similarities between you and any of your characters? 

I often have characters with a medical background or plots that have a medical twist – Breathe You In, Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse, Dark Warrior to name a few, because before I started writing I worked as a trauma nurse in London. I adore  Katie in Breathe You In  (due out next month but available for early download now from the publisher ) She’s had a really tough time and is a young widow, but life soon gets brighter when she meets  hunky Ruben Strong – the trouble is she’s keeping a secret from him, a big secret that is all to easy to relate to. Trailer link –

How much time do you spend on writing?

I write full time to pay the bills so it takes up the majority of my week. When I’m not writing I like to walk on the beach with my dogs, horse-ride and paint. I’m also pretty keen on spending time with Mr Harlem!

Is there anything you’d like to share with the readers?

I have lots of new releases in 2015 and several free books available for download. Sign up to my newsletter to hear of contests, free reads and my latest books  Newsletter Subscription

Thank you for inviting me today.

Thanks for visiting with us today. And here is a little bit about  In Expert Hands.

In Expert Hands coverBlurb: Imogen White has it all—a high-flying career, a prestigious London home and friends she knows will fight her corner. She’s going up, and she’s in control, she’s also got the hots for one very important, very sexy client.

Kane Ward is a self-made billionaire whose determination to be the best of the best has left him alone. He has everything money can buy, yachts, jets, and villas in all four corners of the globe, but even he can’t buy time to suit his needs.

And his needs are very specific, his desires a particular shade of kink and his tastes anything but vanilla. So when he sets his sights on Imogen it’s a given that things are going to get dark, that pleasure will be laced with pain and determining his success will be measured by her blushes and gasps and cries of delight. But Imogen doesn’t need to worry, she’s in expert hands and her every fantasy is about to come true—and then some she’d never imagined even in her wildest dreams.

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 Bio: Lily Harlem lives in the UK and is an award-winning, multi-published author of contemporary erotic romance. She writes for publishers on both sides of the Atlantic including Harper Collins, Totally Bound, Xcite, Ellora’s Cave and Sweetmeats Press. Her Hot Ice series regularly receives high praise and industry nominations.

Before turning her hand to writing Lily Harlem worked as a trauma nurse and her latest Harper Collins release, Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse, draws on her many experiences while nursing in London. Lily also self-publishes and The Silk Tie, The Glass Knot,  In Expert Hands and Scored have been blessed with many 5* reviews since their release.

Lily writes MF, MM and ménage a trois, her books regularly hit the #1 spot on Amazon Best Seller lists and Breathe You In was named a USA Today Reviewer’s Recommended Read of 2014.

Lily also co-authors with Natalie Dae and publishes under the name Harlem Dae – check out the Sexy as Hell Box Set available exclusively on Amazon – The Novice, The Player and The Vixen – and That Filthy Book which has been hailed as a novel ‘every woman should read’.

One thing you can be sure of, whatever book you pick up by Ms Harlem,  it will be wildly romantic and down-and-dirty sexy. Enjoy!

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#8Sunday – WeWriWar – March 29th The Gentle Knight

Welcome back to eight line Sunday with WeWriWar! Some amazing authors, all different genres. I have my new release today. It’s entitled The Gentle Knight and takes place in post-Conquest England. The year is 1075. Enjoy:


The shock of cold air accompanied with the sound of the curtain being dragged back had her eyes flying open. There in front of her was the man from the lake…the one in her very real dream. In the flash of a second, his eyes changed from wide with shock to a look she’d swear spoke of pleasure.

“And what is this?” He tipped his chin toward her, a knowing smile gracing his pleasing face.

Brighit covered herself. One arm across her breasts and one hand over her private parts. She felt like Eve posing in the Garden of Eden.

Here’s the blurb:  A medieval soldier returns home to find his lover died in childbirth just as his own mother had. Believing he is cursed, Peter of Normandy turns from love. When he must give escort to an Irish princess more noble than many knights, he struggles with his decision to live a solitary life. Can he take the chance that his love won’t be a death sentence and possibly make them stronger?

Padraig MacNaughton’s death bed decree rips his daughter, Brighit, from the shelter of her protective clan in Ireland. Forced to take vows at a Priory in England, she finds herself in the hands of lecherous mercenaries with their own agendas. Dare she trust the Norman knight to see her safely to her new life as a nun? Even when she finds in him the fulfillment of all she’s ever wanted?

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Foody Friday – Kris Bock

I don’t know about you but I love Foody Friday because all these recipes are so easy. Today I welcome Kris Bock with an Enchilada Casserole that’s served in her book. Enjoy!

Enchilada Casserole Variation from New Mexico, by Kris Bock

In my novel Counterfeits, the hero sends an enchilada casserole to the heroine and her friends for their lunch (gotta love a man who cooks). The following recipe is not exactly traditional, but it’s my quicker and healthier version of an enchilada casserole. The directions are a little informal, as I usually cook by the “make it up as you go along” method.

Enchilada Casserole

Several handfuls of tortilla chips

One large onion

1 tablespoon oil for cooking

3 cups chopped cooked chicken

1 can (~10 oz) cream of chicken soup

1 can or jar (12-15 oz) of enchilada sauce (red or green)

1-2 cans (15 oz) pinto beans, drained and rinsed

Chopped green chile to taste (available canned in the Mexican section of many grocery stores. You can also use chili powder.)

Optional: additional vegetables, such as shredded or chopped broccoli/carrots/squash, steamed spinach, etc.

1-2 cups shredded cheddar, Monterey Jack, or Mexican blend cheese

  • Spray oil a 9 x 13 casserole dish or rub lightly with oil.
  • Scatter broken tortilla chips in the bottom of the dish. (This is a great way to use the broken chips at the bottom of the bag. It doesn’t really matter what size they are.)
  • Chop a large onion and sauté in oil.
  • Add about 3 cups of chopped cooked chicken (from a rotisserie chicken, leftover cooked chicken, or frozen chicken tenders that you cook in advance)..
  • Add cream of chicken soup, enchilada sauce, and pinto beans. Mix well.
  • Pour the chicken and sauce mixture over the tortilla chips. Cover with another layer of broken tortilla chips.
  • Top with a layer of shredded cheddar, Jack, or Mexican cheese.
  • Bake at 350° for about 45 min.

This is one of my standards, because it only takes about half an hour to put together, and it makes enough leftovers for lunches. If you try it, I hope you enjoy it! You can also vary it by using black beans or ground beef, by skipping the meat and adding vegetables, or by adding extra red chili powder or chopped green chile if you like it spicy.

Kris Bock writes novels of suspense and romance involving outdoor adventures and Southwestern landscapes. In Counterfeits, stolen Rembrandt paintings bring danger to a small New Mexico town. Whispers in the Dark features archaeology and intrigue among ancient Southwest ruins. What We Found is a mystery with strong romantic elements about a young woman who finds a murder victim in the woods. The Mad Monk’s Treasure follows the hunt for a long-lost treasure in the New Mexico desert. In The Dead Man’s Treasure, estranged relatives compete to reach a buried treasure by following a series of complex clues. Read excerpts at or visit her Amazon page.


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counterfeits 500x800Counterfeits: An Art Theft Romantic Suspense

Jenny returns to her grandparents’ art camp in a remote New Mexico town after her grandmother’s sudden death. That night she wakes to the noise of intruders. What do the strangers want? As more bizarre events unfold, Jenny realizes the people she thought she knew are not what they seem – least of all Rob, an old friend whose past may be coming back to haunt them all.

Excerpt: Jenny rose from sleep slowly, her body resisting. She could see nothing in the pitch black. Where was she? She blinked, trying to make sure her eyes were really open.

Memories broke through the fog. The phone call, the rush across country, the late arrival. Crawling into bed in her grandparents’ upstairs guest room. She groaned and pulled up the blanket. Morning must be hours away, given the darkness.

The old house creaked, but no sounds drifted in from outside. Maybe that’s what woke her; she was used to the murmur of city sounds all night long. Who’d have thought that would become normal?

Her head pounded. Probably dehydration from the high elevation and dry air. She should get up, drink a glass of water, take a couple of aspirin. Her head would thank her in the morning. If only she could make herself move.

The house creaked again, followed by a rhythmic sound – like footsteps. Jenny jerked upright, her ears straining. Had she heard a voice?

She shook her head. She must still be half asleep, dreaming. Imagining her grandparents were still here. Wishful thinking.

Downstairs, a door closed. Jenny clutched the blanket. Imagination be damned. She was not alone.

For a long moment, she sat frozen. During her ten years in New York City, she had never been burglarized or mugged. It seemed impossible that such a thing should happen now, here, in an off-season art camp five miles outside of Jemez Springs, New Mexico.

Maybe it was someone her grandmother knew. But what were they doing there in the middle of the night? And if they’d come to see Jenny, they should have knocked, rung the bell. Waited for morning. Anyway, who knew she was there? Even Ms. Lucena didn’t know when she was supposed to arrive. She hadn’t told anyone her travel plans; she’d just gone.

She had to do something. Jenny rose and eased open the bedroom door, praying she had somehow been mistaken, that everything would make sense if… when…. She couldn’t imagine a benign explanation.

She stood with her ear to the crack and heard a low chuckle, and then a male voice. She couldn’t tell if the laugh and the voice were the same person. Either way, that suggested two or more people, at least one of them male.

Why would a man be laughing in her grandmother’s house, in the middle of the night, two days after her grandmother’s death? No good reason came to mind.

She fumbled for her phone on the bedside stand. But even before she activated the screen, she gave a frustrated grunt. She wouldn’t get reception here. The only place in camp that got cell phone reception was the southeast corner of the parking lot. The landline was downstairs, in the kitchen.

Something crashed in a room below. Jenny jumped and dropped her phone. It hit her thigh, then her foot, and went skittering under the bed with a faint scrape against the wood floor.

A man was swearing downstairs. Hopefully that had covered up any sound she’d made. Jenny clenched her hands to control the trembling. She couldn’t imagine her grandmother being friendly with anyone who swore like that.

She had to get out of the house. She wouldn’t wait upstairs for the burglars, if that’s what they were, to find her. If she could get to her car – damn. Her keys were in her purse, which was downstairs on the living room couch. So she couldn’t drive, but she could still go to the Lodge, break in if she had to. Use the phone in the office, call the police.

Still shaking, Jenny crouched and felt along the floor for her shoes. She was wearing flannel pajama bottoms and a tank top; no need to waste time putting on clothes. She was already cold, but her jacket was downstairs, lying over her purse on the couch. It didn’t matter. She just had to get out.

Jenny slipped from the room and down the hall. She paused at the top of the stairs, which were open to the living room on one side. She had to figure out where the intruders were, so she didn’t walk right into their arms. She stood taut, senses straining.

A screech sounded, maybe a chair leg on tile, and then kitchen cabinets clattered open and closed. The kitchen was as far away as they could get from the front door. But were they both – or all, if there were more than two – back there?

What choice did she have? If they kept going through the house, eventually they would find her. She refused to think about what that might mean. She had to get out.

She crept partway down the stairs, sliding one hand along the banister for balance as she craned her neck to search the room below. Nothing moved in the dim living room, but light spilled down the hallway from the kitchen. She thought she heard two voices back there.

Jenny took a breath and held it. She had to go now.

She ran lightly down the stairs. By the time she hit the bottom, she’d reached full speed. The door was slightly ajar. She wrenched at it and hurled herself through. She swung around the door, pulling it nearly shut behind her to hide the sign of her exit. She had one moment to glance toward the back of the house before the door closed. Nothing but the light showed that something was wrong.

Jenny spun around and took one big step away from the house – and slammed into a hard body.

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#EggcerptExchange – Linda McLaughlin

And for your enjoyment today I have Linda McLaughlin with an excerpt from her historical romance Rogue’s Hostage. It’s a winner with 4 ½ stars and a Top Pick from Romantic Times as well as a  Romantic Times Nominee for Best Small Press Romance of 2003. Also 2nd Place  winner of  the Lorie Awards with Best Historical Romance!

Bio: Linda McLaughlin grew up with a love of books and history, so it’s only natural she prefers writing historical romance. She loves transporting her readers into the past where her characters learn that, in the journey of life, love is the sweetest reward. Linda also writes steamy to erotic romance under the name Lyndi Lamont, and is one half of the writing team of Lyn O’Farrell.

Linda McLaughlin2Blurb: His hostage…

In 1758 the Pennsylvania frontier is wild, primitive and dangerous, where safety often lies at the end of a gun. Mara Dupré’s life crumbles when a French and Indian war party attacks her cabin, kills her husband, and takes her captive. Marching through the wilderness strengthens her resolve to flee, but she doesn’t count on her captor teaching her the meaning of courage and the tempting call of desire.

Her destiny…

French lieutenant Jacques Corbeau’s desire for his captive threatens what little honor he has left.  But when Mara desperately offers herself to him in exchange for her freedom, he finds the strength to refuse and reclaims his lost self-respect. As the shadows of his past catch up to him, Jacques realizes that Mara, despite the odds, is the one true key to reclaiming his soul and banishing his past misdeeds forever.

Note: Rogue’s Hostage is part of the Romance Super Bundle, a boxed set of ten full-length novels. (Previously published by Amber Quill Press)


Mara soon fell in love with Quebec. During her first three weeks there, she took every opportunity to explore the town. She peeked into shop windows, listened in on conversations, and absorbed all the sights, sounds, and smells of a city.

She climbed the rutted, muddy road to Upper Town and happily wandered the streets, enjoying the pale sun that peeked between the tall buildings and around the church spires that seemed to reach right to heaven. At last she had found her way back to civilization.

She smiled at passersby, most of whom looked at her askance. She could not blame them, knowing that in her worn linsey-woolsey she must appear the lowliest of peasants. If only she had a new dress. Perhaps when she finished working off her captivity Jacques would pay her real wages, enough to buy material for a gown. Her fingers itched to take up needle and thread again.

She passed by the Ursuline Convent and stopped to stare. What induced a young woman to enter into that kind of cloistered existence, to vow never to marry? Not that marriage was so wonderful, but to voluntarily give up any chance of having a child of one’s own, that she could not understand.

Since the weather had warmed up a little, green buds were starting to appear on the trees lining the river. Occasional patches of snow still dotted the cliffs, but spring was in the air, and as the earth awakened from its winter sleep, so did her senses. All she had needed was hope. A person could live indefinitely on hope, she decided.

Free. Soon she’d be free.

Earlier that morning, the city had buzzed with excitement when the sails of a ship were spotted upriver. When she returned to Lower Town, she saw that a crowd had gathered at the docks to greet the arrivals. Several high-ranking French officers were among the passengers. Mara gaped at their fine, white, woolen uniforms.

The crowd called out to the shortest of the men.

“Bougainville, what news from France?”

The officer just grimaced and shook his head. Disappointed murmurs swept through the onlookers, and they began to disperse. Ah, Mara thought. The war must not be going well for the French. She smiled to herself, trying to hide her satisfaction. Perhaps it would all be over soon and she could return to Geneva.

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Guy Ogan – The Immortal Relations

Today I welcome, Guy Ogan. Glad to have you here as my guest today.  What do you like the most about being an author?

The freedom to write exactly what I want to write…to me that means being an “Indie Author” vs. one that has to bend to the will of the major Publishing Houses who look upon books and stories as a commodity and will only publish what they feel are tried and true formulas for success – never allowing authors to step outside the box.

I did a lot of technical writing during my 20+ years in the Air Force and even more so during my 10 years working for the Texas Department of Criminal Justice, retiring as an Associate Clinical Psychologist and in private practice helping those with Attention Deficit. I never thought I would write a novel; however, when I found the picture of my late father taken in Prague, CZ right after WW-II, which proved something my mother had said decades previously, I couldn’t sleep and had to write. That is what started me writing the “Immortal Relations” series and it is woven into the start of the first book (the picture of my father in Prague is on page two). As far as writing goes, I started writing stories that I fantasied about from the time I was first in school in the 1940’s, then about long distance running and automotive events in the late 1950’s and early 1960’s. My first published novel came in 2011 when I was in my 60s and I produced the first three novels within three years. I have a forth ready to go; however, I’m waiting to get more readers for the first three before publishing the forth, fifth and sixth (I have covers for all three). The entire series is categorized as “Paranormal Romance” but I really see them as action novels about how my good vampires would destroy the evil they see in this world. If someone had a “friend” who loved action and stories of good overcoming evil but would never want to read a “romance” novel, this series would change their minds!

Are there any similarities between you and any of your characters?

The main male character in the book is Gary Logan and his name and mine are almost alike because, in fact, he is ME. My military training, knowledge and experience, along with that of my friends make up what most of the book is about.

How much time do you invest in your writing?

While I have the third book “in my head” I haven’t put it on the computer as a completed story yet. I spend most of my time trying to get people to read my first three books in the series. I’ve had some very good comments from those who have read the works; however, it is far too few to warrant the expense of continuing Indie publishing without more readers. I spend several hours each day blogging and working on readership and once I get 20 comments on each of the three current novels, I’ll type out the forth story and get it published. I’ll then wait for another 20 comments on that one before going on with numbers five and six (for which I also have the covers made).

What do you like to do when you’re  not writing?OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

One of my favorite activities is being with my son. This picture is him with my 66 Mustang Convertible winning it’s class at a show!

Is there anything you’d like to share with the readers?

The thing I would like to share with the readers is, if you enjoy the book or e-book someone has written, it would be nice to leave them a comment on Amazon or whatever service you obtained the book or e-book from (such as Kindle). It has been said that “Authors live or die by their readers’ comments” and I certainly think it to be true!

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERABlurb: This first in Ogan’s Paranormal-Romance series turns human vampire lore on its head, creating a symbiotic relationship between the two species that deepens emotional connections to astonishing effect. But a coven of evil vampires bent on destroying the guardian vampires in order to feed at will upon humans have other plans. Cooperation between the good vampires and human military forces begins an ever-increasing relationship between vampires and humans as they fight to save mankind. Probing the gray areas inherent in sexuality, family and legend, Ogan weaves an amazing tale that examines the very nature of existence. An unrelenting thrill-ride of passion and action, Immortal Relations will leave you breathlessly awaiting the series’ second installment.

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Blurb: This book amps up the action to a fever pitch. Greedy leaders of Communist China plan to capture the oil, gold and mineral rich fields of Siberia by decapitation the Russian Federations’ Government as a prelude to invasion. Minions of rich OPEC Sheiks seek to stem the flow of Russian oil so OPEC can raised prices to destroy the economies of the west. They play to use a “dirty bomb” to destroy OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAthe main pumping station and have the radiation make the oil fields unstable. Added to these challenges, Chernobyl’s radiation containment cap is failing; the release of poisonous radiation could happen at any time. Worse, some scientists predict the damaged nuclear reactor at Fukushima, Japan could collapge and cause a potential Extinction Level Event! Who or what can be called upon to save civiliation and mankind?


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Immortal Relations Coming out (1)Blurb: The book continues to rock the foundation upon which typical vampire novels are based. Such stories, where vampires safeguard humans are rare indeed. Ogan’s insights into the powers of the immortal vampires, along with fresh takes on the complex inner workings of their existence provide an intriguing experience for readers. In this story, a novice shape-shifter wolf meets a beautiful hybrid vampire. Good vampires set up a new coven in Southern Canada to monitor a regime intent on changing America into a dictatorship. Marxist thugs, not realizing what they are dealing with, still believe the group was partly responsible for the defeat of Communists intent on stealing the mineral wealth of Siberia, so Washington retaliates with violence. A great deal of effort is required by the vampires to keep Canadian citizens safe. Then dangers from outer-space suddenly appear to threaten the entire world – can such threats be stopped?

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Margaret Fieland – Broken Bonds

Welcome Margaret Fieland. I’m so happy to have you visiting with us today.

Tell us about you as an author 

I started writing poetry in high school, and continued on from there. In 2005, I wrote  a poem I wanted to keep. I had a computer at work, one at home, and one in our place on the Cape. The latest version of this poem seemed to be on the computer I wasn’t on, so I searched for some way to store it online. In December, I was alone at home reading one of my favorite poetry ezines when I noticed a contest of theirs for which I had a poem. I’d recently put up all my current batch of poems online, so I grabbed a copy of this one and submitted it. It was a finalist, and, thus encouraged, I started to take myself more seriously as a writer.

I ended up ‘attending’ an online writers conference the following fall, and fell in with someone with a writers’ forum I wanted to join. She required everyone to write both poetry and fiction. I started writing fiction and got hooked.

As to genre, I write poetry, children’s stories, and science fiction and fantasy.

What do you like best about being an author?

I get the stories out of my head and onto the page. Otherwise, my characters haunt me.

I understand that. Isn’t it nice when you’re around other authors and they all get that? Are there any similarities between you and your characters?

There are bits and pieces of me in a lot of my characters. The (deceased) mother of the main character in my upcoming chapter book, “The Angry Little Boy,” is probably the most like me. She doesn’t appear in the novel. However, there is a mention of her liking to leave her dishes to drip dry in the dish drain. I like to do this, too, and, like the character in the book, my mother-in-law was always annoyed by this and insisted on drying them whenever she came to visit. I have very fond memories of her, and so I put this bit into the book.Margaret

And what is your favorite activity? One of my favorite activities is to draw pictures using GIMP (Gnu Image Manipulation Program).

Here’s one of my digital drawings as well.AleyneDesert1

How much time do you spend on your writing?

I spend between five and eight hours a week, I’m guessing, working on my current work-in-progress. The rest of the time I’m working at my day job as a computer software engineer, walking my dogs, or pulling weeds in my garden. Or reading. I’m a compulsive reader, and I become anxious if I don’t have a couple of books waiting to be read.

Is there anything you’d like to share with the readers?

Doesn’t let your lack of imagination limit you. I never imagined myself as a writer of any kind, much less a writer of fiction. The only reason I’m writing fiction now – three books of fiction published, two due out this year, and another couple that I’m working on – is because Linda Barnet Johnson required everyone who joined her poetry forums to join the fiction also. I owe Linda a tremendous debt of gratitude for pushing me into this.

That’s very nice. Thank so much for being here. You can reach Margaret at:

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BrokenBondsCoverSex with aliens? How about romance with aliens? A treason accusation? Brad Reynolds has his hands full. When Major Brad Reynolds is assigned to head the Terran Federation base on planet Aleyne, the last thing he expects to find is love, and certainly not with one of the alien Aleyni. How can he keep his lover, in the face of political maneuvering and of Ardaval’s feelings for his former partners — and theirs for him?


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#medievalmonday2015 – The Heart of the Phoenix

Welcome back for another Medieval Monday. Barbara Bettis is featured today. I’m sure all you medieval romance lovers remember Silverhawk with Sir Giles and Lady Emelin. She’s back with a new romance with  The Heart of the Phoenix. Here’s just a taste. Enjoy:

 Barbara Bettis The Heart of the PhoenixBlurb:

Some call him a ruthless mercenary; she calls him the knight of her heart. 

 LadyEvelynn’s childhood hero is home—bitter, hard, tempting as sin. And haunted by secrets. A now-grown Evie offers friendship, but Sir Stephen’s cruel rejection crushes her, and she resolves to forget him. Yet when an unexpected war throws them together, she finds love isn’t so easy to dismiss. If only the king hadn’t betrothed her to another.
Can be cruel
 Sir Stephen  lives a double life while he seeks the treacherous outlaws who murdered his friends. Driven by revenge, he thinks his heart is closed to love. His childhood shadow, Lady Evie, unexpectedly challenges that belief. He rebuffs her, but he can’t forget her, although he knows she’s to wed the king’s favorite. 
And deadly 
When his drive for vengeance leads to Evie’s kidnapping, Stephen must choose between retribution and the love he’s denied too long. Surely King John will see reason. Convict the murderers; convince the king. Simple. Until a startling revelation threatens everything.


At first, Evie thought it was the thud of her headache. Then the pounding came again, louder. She groaned and turned over. Opening her eyes told her nothing; the blackness in the cabin was impenetrable.

“Marie?” Her voice rasped in a dry throat. Blasted tears.

No one answered. The girl must still be on deck. Evie might as well have left Marie behind, for all the assistance the maid provided. With a groan, she swung her feet over the side of the bunk and felt her way along the wall toward the sound of another insistent knock.

“A moment,” she called. “I’m coming.” Who had the nerve to wake her in what must be the middle of the night? Hah. Need she even wonder? Her toe collided with something, and she yelped as she landed on her knees on the wood plank floor. Just what she needed. A broken foot.

The door burst open, bringing with it a dim light. “What’s wrong?” Stephen’s deep voice filled the room. “Where’s the damned lantern?”

“If I knew, I would have lighted it.” Blasted man. Did he think she enjoyed stumbling around in the dark? He acted as if she did so just to plague him.

Holding a shielded ship’s lantern high, he stepped toward the desk. “Here it is. Where’s that lightskirt who’s supposed to be your companion?”

“Leave Marie alone. I wanted privacy and gave her permission go above.” Never mind that Evie had just complained about the same thing. He had no right to do so.

“What do you want?” she asked. “Is something wrong?”

“A little late to ask that, isn’t it?” He bent to coax the cabin lantern to flame.

“Oh, for the love of heaven. Stop plaguing me. Why are you here?”

“I thought you’d like to know the identity of our fellow passenger.”

“At this hour? Could you not have waited until morning?” Sweet Mary, preserve her patience. He was the most maddening man alive.

Light flared in the cabin’s shuttered lantern, throwing a shadow across his face, reminding Evie of another reason he should not be here. Her body instantly throbbed to life.

She pressed her palms against her stomach and inhaled. Calm. She needed calm. He was not the most beautiful man she’d ever beheld. He did not possess the power to heat her blood to boiling.

He did not care that she thought of him night and day.

That much was true, for certain.

“I have news that will make the rest of your trip joyful.”

His words centered her whirling mind, and Evie eyed him warily. What news could possible make her happy right now?

She ventured a guess. “You are leaving? Your second in command, the delightful Sir Macsen, will accompany me the rest of the way home?”

“Much better.”

She could tell he was angry now by the way he glowered and roared in that whispery sort of way no one else could hear, but left her with no doubt of his displeasure.

“Your betrothed.” He bent and scooped her off the floor.

“What? What about him?”

“That’s the identity of the illustrious lord who crosses to England with us.”

“You’re drunk. And put me down. I’m perfectly capable of getting up on my own.”

“Be quiet. You have blood on your leg.”

“Of course I do. I tripped and fell trying to answer your pounding when you could as easily have opened—“ His words finally penetrated her throbbing head. “I’m bleeding?”

Oh, blast. The contents of her—empty—stomach churned. She attended the villagers’ hurts, bound the cuts and scrapes of servants and their children. The sight of their blood bothered her not a whit.

But her own? Black spots danced at the corners of her vision, becoming larger and larger until she heard Stephen’s voice.

“Evie, Evie. What the hell?”

His voice echoed so far away. If she didn’t know better, she’d vow he sounded alarmed. Perhaps she’d close her eyes for a moment.

As the ringing in her ears crescendoed , she recalled his words. Betrothed.

Her betrothed was on board?

Dear Lord, just let me die.

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#8Sunday – WeWriWar March 22nd

Welcome back to WeWriWar eight line Sunday. So many different authors participate! It’s fun to look at all the other excerpts, all the other genres. Mine is historical romance and this is from The Bruised Thistle which is about a Highlander, Seumas, who participated in the Crusades but came back injured and disillusioned. That happens in war. Enjoy:

TheBruisedThistle_150All his concerned words and tender gestures meant nothing. She had been a fool to believe his were genuine. With others around, he had finally shown his true mettle. He was not kind. He was a mercenary. He would do anything for money.

“Get out of my room, Seumas. I hope to never see you again.”

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Foody Friday – Felice Stevens

Today I have M/M romance author Felice Stevens with Poached Salmon. I love to learn different ways to make salmon. Easy? You know it :)  Enjoy:

I love this in the summer because it is qucik and tastes nice and cool on a hot day.
one large fillet of salmon- (I like about 1/3 lb  per person)
1/2 cup white wine
1 T. each of salt and pepper
a squeeze of some citrus; either lemon lime or orange
Fill a large pot with cold water until the salmon is completely covered.
Add white wine,  salt and peppe, and some citrus(use all three for a more complex taste)
Bring the water to a boil and then let simmer for 12-15 minutes until the salmon had turned pale.
Remove from the water and lay flat in a dish and refrigerate, until cold through and through.
You can make a quick sauce using plain Greek yogurt, chopped chives and dill. Mix together and serve with the salmon!
Bio: I have always been a romantic at heart. I believe that while life is tough, there is always a happy ending just around the corner. I started reading traditional historical romances when I was a teenager, then life and law school got in the way. It wasn’t until I picked up a copy of Bertrice Small and became swept away to Queen Elizabeth’s court that my interest in romance novels became renewed.
But somewhere along the way, my tastes shifted. While I still enjoys a juicy Historical romance, I began experimenting with newer, more cutting edge genres and discovered the world of Male/Male romance. Once I picked up her first, I became so enamored of the authors, the character-driven stories and the overwhelming emotion of the books, I knew I wanted to write my own.I live in New York City with my husband and two children and hopefully soon a cat of my own. My day begins with a lot of caffeine and ends with a glass or two of red wine. I practice law but daydream of a time when I can sit by a beach somewhere and write beautiful stories of men falling in love. Although there is bound to be angst along the way, a Happily Ever After is always guaranteed.
Nancy Goodman AftertheFire_coverlgBlurb: A single bullet destroyed the dreams of Dr. Jordan Peterson. With his lover dead, Jordan descends into an endless spiral of self-destruction that nearly costs him his friends, his career and his life. When Jordan finds himself working closely with the aloof Lucas Conover, the investment banker’s mysterious past and unexpected kindness shocks him back into a life and emotions he’d thought lost forever.The betrayal by the foster brother he’d worshiped, taught Lucas Conover never to trust or believe in anyone. Living a solitary life couldn’t free him of the nightmare of his former life; it reinforced his belief that he would never fall in love. When the death of one of his clients forces him to work closely with Dr. Jordan Peterson, he meets a person whose suffering exceeds his own. Though Jordan rejects his effort to help, something within Luke pushes him discover more about the first man to ever get under his skin.As Luke lets down his guard and Jordan lets go of his pain, desire takes control. Each man must come to terms with past struggles if they are to create a future together. And learning to trust in themselves and love again after tragedy and a lifetime of pain, may be the only thing that saves them in the end.
Excerpt: “Jordan. Look at me.”
It took an effort to tear his gaze away from the tabletop, but he inhaled a deep breath and smiled into Drew’s face. “What is it?”
Drew seemed taken aback that Jordan was smiling and not lashing out with his usual anger. “I’m not checking up on you. It’s common knowledge that you showed up to your first surgery since Keith died and had to wait an extra hour to start because you had the shakes.” Drew’s mouth thinned to a hard line. “Are you crazy showing up drunk for surgery? You could lose your fucking license, for God’s sake.”“I wasn’t drunk. I was overtired and hadn’t eaten since lunchtime the day before.”Behind him he heard Ash snort with laughter. “Are you fucking kidding me, Jordan? You can come up with a better one than that.”

“Fuck off, Ash,” he shot back. “I couldn’t care less about your opinion.”

“Do you care about mine, Jordy? Don’t lie to me.” Drew’s stare remained unflinching, his eyes soft and knowing. “I know you’re still having a hard time moving on from Keith’s death, but it’s going to be a year soon.”

“It’s only been nine months. God almighty, did you expect me to forget him already?” Horrified, Jordan swept his hand across the table, sending the empty bottles and food containers crashing to the floor. “Could you forget Ash so quickly? Keith and I were together for almost four years. Stop pressuring me to move on with my life. It’s over for me. There will never be anyone else.”

“So you plan on drinking yourself into an early grave, losing your job and quite possibly your friends along the way?” Drew placed a hand on his arm. “I don’t think Keith would expect you to mourn him forever.”

“I didn’t expect to have to mourn him at all. He was supposed to be here, with me.” The tears, always threatening below the surface, spilled over, coursing hot and fierce down his cheeks. It seemed he hadn’t stopped crying since Keith had been murdered. “I can’t get past it. No matter what I do, he’s always there with me, and I can’t let him go.” All the fight and anger left him then, like a balloon deflated of all its air. An ineffable weariness stole through him, and he laid his head on his arms on top of the table. “Go home, you two. Leave me alone.”

To his surprise, Ash found the broom and dustpan and began to clean up the broken glass while Drew remained next to him at the table.

“Look, I understand what you’re feeling. But destroying yourself isn’t going to bring him back. We know you miss him.”

“You don’t understand.” Jordan shook off Drew’s attempt to comfort him. “I’m beginning to forget him. Not only his voice, but also the way his arms held me. The way the sound of his breathing calmed me, so I could fall asleep every night.” His breath caught in his throat, and a shudder racked his body.

Jordan couldn’t reveal the worst—that he could no longer recall the press of Keith’s lips on his or the sweet sweep of Keith’s tongue in his mouth. The warmth and smoothness of Keith’s skin, once as familiar as Jordan’s own, had begun fading to a cold and distant memory. How fucking disloyal a love was he? It had only been nine months, yet Keith’s touch, something he’d longed for every day of his life and sworn he’d never forget, had slipped away like fog in the summer wind. Gentle and swift, leaving no trace behind that it had ever existed.

“Shouldn’t I remember? I lived with him and loved him with my life.” He lifted his head to stare into Drew’s eyes, seeing the sympathy and pain that had resided there since Keith had died. Hating Drew for that. He didn’t want anyone feeling sorry for him, perceiving him as weak. He preferred the way Ash treated him, with stark truth and harsh reality. At least with that he could get angry and curse Ash But when Drew treated Jordan with kid gloves, all sweet and sympathetic, he couldn’t strike back.

“It has nothing to do with loyalty, Jordy. It’s merely the way the passage of time allows us to accept what’s happened. After my parents died, I raged over not saving their voice mails.” Drew’s green eyes glimmered with tears. Though his parents had been gone now over ten years, killed in a horrific car crash, Jordan knew Drew still mourned their senseless deaths. “To be able to listen to their voices might’ve brought me some comfort. I knew they were really gone when I couldn’t hear their voices in my head anymore. But in a way, it finally allowed me to move on with my life.”

Jordan watched as Ash placed his hands on Drew’s shoulders, bending down to brush a quick kiss on his cheek. That was what he missed. The support, the small gestures letting him know someone loved him enough to care.

“What if I don’t want to move on?” His laugh rang bitter in the silent house. Forcing a deep breath, he pushed himself up from the table and took the broom out of Ash’s hands. “There’s nothing you or anyone can do. I’m doing the best I can, so leave me alone. Go bother someone else.”

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#EggcerptExchange – Anita Philmar

Welcome back to the Eggcerpt Exchange. Today I have Anita Philmar with a “sexy lawyer” who’s “busting balls”. Hmm, that sounds interesting. Enjoy!

BIO: Anita Philmar likes to create stories that push the limit. A writer by day and a dreamer by night she wants her readers to see the world in a new way.

Influenced by sci-fi programs, she likes to develop places where anything can happen and where erotic moments come to life in a great read.

Naughty or Nice?

Read her books and decide.

Hotwired_w6815_680Hotwired for each other…

When Ross Dixon is kidnapped from his office, along with the sexy lawyer who’d been busting his balls over a deal that should have been a walk in the park, he wakes to find a devotion chip surgically implanted in his brain. If that isn’t bad enough, the chip, designed to trigger emotional reactions between him and the woman lying next to him, is working overtime on his libido.

Mistaken for Ross’s flavor of the month, Kayla Michaels, a 22nd century lawyer, doesn’t have a problem spending time in Ross’s bed–or over his desk–but she wants no part in the romantic feelings the chip is provoking. She’s been down that road before and ended up burned.

Kayla and Ross struggle to find answers while coming to terms with the constant lust sizzling between them, but along the way each wonders if the emotions are real or just a side effect of being hotwired.


Mr. Dixon, my parents have been down this road before with your company. This time, I plan to  iron out any problems before they even see the contract.” Unwilling to play around, she used her best lawyer voice to drive home her point. “They’re still not certain they want to sell. So don’t waste my time with anything less than your best offer.”

“Kayla, this proposal isn’t like any of the others. Your parents will make enough money to retire and never have to work again.” Ross leaned back in his chair as if she couldn’t find a single issue with the contract.

She pulled out her minicomputer. “Mr. Dixon,  money isn’t the only issue. Several other items need to be clarified.”

“Okay, Kayla, where do you want to start?”

His compliance to her demand didn’t ease her anxieties. As a shark in the business world, he didn’t enter into a contract unless he hoped to recoup his cost. So why did he want her parents’ property?

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