Book Spotlight: Lightning Strikes by Theresa Parker

LIGHTNINGSTRIKESv1_75SKUNKS AND BATS AND NARCOLEPTIC CATS, OH MY! As if being struck by lightning wasn’t bad enough. I spent a month in a coma. Of course that was when I was a teenager. It left me with some pretty unusual abilities. For instance, I can find just about anything or anyone. Oh, and I can see ghosts, too!

I pick up extra cash working with the local P.D. I’m their go-to girl when they have someone they need to find. Despite all of this, my life is pretty boring — that is until the very hot Detective Nick Cavanaugh came into my life. Boy did we get off on the wrong foot. I was asked to pair up with Detective Cavanaugh to look for three missing children. Did I mention that he doesn’t believe in my superpowers?

When we discover the children have been kidnapped, the search takes us up into the mountains and old mining towns. With time running out and my abilities going wonky, Cavanaugh is ready to drop me from the case. Pffft! As if that will stop me! —Andromeda Spencer

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Theresa Parker was born (1969) in Fresno California. She still lives in the Central San Joaquin Valley with her husband and sons.

Theresa is an avid reader and whenever she finished reading a book, she would imagine new characters and insert them into the existing story. She loves anything crafty and going to the local Indian Casinos with her husband.

Her greatest passion is writing, however you can usually tempt her to stop for brief periods by showing her cute animal photos and shiny crystals and gemstones.

Book Spotlight: Soul Mates by Sandy Wolters

Soul-Mates_Front Cvr_Book SizeBook: Soul Mates
Author: Sandy Wolters
Genre: Steamy Time Travel Romance
Length: Approximately 144 Pages
Rating: Adult because of sexual situations

Blurb:  Soul Mates by Sandy Wolters won first place in the 2013 Paranormal Romance Guild Reviewer’s Choice Award for Best Paranormal Romance Novella.

Pulled Back Through Time, Shandelle Is Caught Between An Enduring Love And A Wizard’s Magic

In the beginning of time, one soul splits into two. Lifetime after lifetime, the two souls are reborn and seek to reunite. Like a beacon of light from heaven above, their light shines for each other. Without the other, there is only darkness. A wonderful blessing that can only come from a deeply-bonded love, the sharing of one soul can also be a black curse if something disrupts the moment of their coming together.

Ireland 1323 Donovan, chieftain of the Clan O’Brien, has unsuccessfully searched his entire adult life, to the detriment of his clan and all those around him, for that elusive possession that will bring his soul peace. He doesn’t know what it is, but he will give up everything to find it. One day, he is summoned by the Wizard and told the secret of his obsession—his soul mate. She is no longer living in his time, but there is a way to bring her back to him.

Phoenix 2013 Shandelle and Ian are embarking on their new life together. She is everything Ian ever wanted but never realized he needed before he met her. Shandelle is a generous soul who lives to make Ian and everyone around her happy. Unfortunately for them both, evil is stalking them. The blood bond duty of a close friend brings betrayal and evil into their lives. How were they to know that the death of a six-year-old girl in the early fourteenth century could have such grave consequences on their lives today?
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Chapter One

Ireland 1303

Watching the preparations for the upcoming festivities at the castle unfold in front of her, the young girl closed her eyes and breathed deeply to take in the smells of the assorted meats as they roasted on the communal spit. Her mouth was watering from the savory scents.

Today was indeed a special day. It was not only her birthday, but also a day of festival where all the people belonging to the Clan O’Brien converged on the castle dressed in their finest clothes, partook in games, listened to bards, danced, and indulged in succulent meats and spirits. Today was the first day of February, traditionally the first day of spring in Ireland and the day for honoring St. Brigid of Kildare. Long tables and benches had been set out in the courtyard for all the clansmen and visitors to partake in the celebration.

Maybe, just maybe, if she were lucky, she would get a glimpse of the chief’s son, Donovan. She smiled to herself, not understanding the feelings her six-year-old heart felt when her gaze fell on the beautiful Donovan with his dark hair and intense, ten-year-old boyish good looks.

She held the wild rose she had picked on her walk to the castle close to her heart. She didn’t know why, but she believed this rose was significant somehow. Her mother had always taught her to listen to her inner feelings so Shannon clung to the rose, knowing it would be of great import today.

As she weaved her way through the people, her spirits soared. Everyone was smiling, laughing, friendly. Moving closer to the inner circle of the courtyard, she noticed many unfamiliar faces among the men. While not unusual at festival time, her curiosity was aroused. As she moved even closer, a cold chill ran down her spine. Questions filled her mind as she became aware that these men displayed none of the lightheartedness of the others—in fact, just the opposite.

Her hand unwittingly flew to the amulet hanging around her neck in a leather pouch to feel its warmth and security. Who are these men? Why do they all look so unapproachable, so angry? Her feeling of unease was so intense that she wanted to run from the celebration and sound a warning of danger. Every instinct within her was forewarning Shannon about the pure evil of which these men were capable.

With such strong feelings of distress running through her body, she didn’t realize that she was slowly backing away from where the men had gathered in a single area of the courtyard. As she put distance between herself and these strangers, the tension in her body eased. Though her senses were relaxing, she still clutched her amulet. Turning, she saw a stranger dressed as the frightening men were dressed; yet, there was something different about this man. He was not angry like the others. She felt no evil cascading off of him as she had with the others.

This man was sad, the feeling so strong within him that the air around him seemed to shimmer with it. She stood there, unable to move, watching as people, walking by this man, unconsciously gave him a wide berth. Although the people seemed oblivious to the shimmering aura around him, it was evident they must have felt it for they walked around this force field of sorrow as if to avoid being trapped in it.

Aengus Doyle, heir to the Clan Doyle, sat and stared into his cup of ale. He was burdened by the viciousness that always overtook him when he sought revenge against those who had murdered the people of his father’s clan—murdered for a few meaningless trinkets and even less livestock. With each day that passed, he knew he was becoming more and more like his bloodthirsty father, who ruled with an iron fist and a heart of stone. He could not help but wonder what had happened to that young lad who had loved life and dreamed of leading his father’s people with a generous, kind heart, rather than with one as black as his had become. Torturing those thieves had excited him as he discovered new ways to inflict pain upon them. It was as if his father had stepped inside him, possessing his body like the devil himself. Now it sickened him to the core.

Lost in thought and blocking all the sounds of celebration from himself, he felt a slight shift in the air pressure around him. A tiny voice made its way through the psychological walls he had set up around himself.

“Excuse me, sir.”

He ignored the sweet voice as he forcibly kept his attention on his feelings of disgust about the atrocities he had inflicted on other human beings. He hoped this exercise and his remorse would keep these dark, powerful emotions chained within himself, never to appear to him again. If he could keep them there, perhaps he had a chance to go on with his life.

“Excuse me, sir,” the voice repeated.

Without looking up, Aengus snarled, “Go away! I do not desire to have a conversation.”

The next moment, a beautiful rose moved into his field of vision. Something in his gut clenched. He looked up to see a little girl dressed in a well-worn smock, holding the rose out to him. His body relaxed as he looked at this beautiful child in front of him. She had golden hair that shimmered in the sun, light-colored freckles dotted her nose, and a beautiful smile crossed her lovely, bow-shaped mouth. Looking into her large, stunning eyes, he forgot to breathe. Her eyes were such a dark blue, they reminded him of priceless gems he had once been shown by his father in his clan’s coffers. Her soul shone brightly through these eyes of sparkling sapphire, and he knew he would never forget them. He felt this child looking into his soul and experienced peace for the first time since his journey had begun.

“I picked this rose for you, sir, on my way to the castle.” She brandished the wild rose, and her smile grew even larger.

Aengus lifted his hand and gently took the rose from the child. As he did this, she climbed into his lap and put her tiny hand on his face to help steal the sadness from him.

“My name is Shannon. Today is not a good day to feel so sad. Today is a happy day. It is festival and my sixth birthday. No one should feel the pain you do today.”

The emotion this child was evoking in him stunned Aengus. At her touch, tension that had ensconced itself in his body flowed out of him. He felt warmth and love emanating from this small angel, undoubtedly sent to him from heaven above. No more words were spoken. Shannon simply looked into his eyes and smiled. Time stood still. He knew this tiny girl was somehow giving him strength, healing his soul. He didn’t understand it, but he wouldn’t refuse the gift she was passing to him.

Proudly, she told him, “My mother says I have a gift. She says that I’m going to be a very important person when I grow up. I’m going to change the way people think and how they treat others.” Her hand moved from his face to clutch her amulet. “You are in danger. I can feel it. You’re afraid of losing yourself to the dark side of your ancestry.”

She paused as she took the pouch off of her body and held it out to him. “This is my talisman. It’s very powerful.” She reached for his hand and placed it over the amulet in her own. “Do you feel it? Do you feel the power of it?”

His breath caught in his throat. He could feel the power, power such as that contained in the strong storms at sea. He felt the power surge through his body as if he had been hit by lightening.

“Do you feel it?”

He couldn’t speak. All he could do was acknowledge her with a nod.

“The amulet keeps me safe. My mother said to never take it off, but I believe your soul is in grave danger, and you need it more than I.”

Aengus stared at her, unwilling to let go of the emotions this child aroused in him. She was offering something so personal, so powerful, to a complete stranger who she felt needed help.

Afraid of his voice cracking, he spoke very softly. “Thank you, little one, but I cannot accept such a gift as this. I have nothing of value to give in return.”

Shannon smiled. “The evil from your soul is gift enough. You, too, are destined to change the people around you. You need this to stay safe so you can continue on the path you were meant to be on.”

She put the pouch around his neck and pressed it against his heart. His body shook with emotions he had not felt in years. He felt as though he now had the strength to beat the devil himself. He didn’t know how or why, but he knew her words were true. He would change the lives of the people in his clan for the better when he became chieftain of the Clan Doyle.

She gently slid off his lap and gave him one last, delightful smile. Without her sitting on his lap, the sharp pain of abandonment, complete isolation, washed over him again.

“I must leave now to go home and help mother bring our food to the festival.” Conspiratorially, she cupped her hands to her mouth as if relaying a big secret. “I’m going to walk home through the trees.” She giggled. “My mother says not to walk there because there are goblins and fairies that will carry me off, but I’ve never seen one.”

Immediately alert, he leaned forward and reached for her hands. “Let me take you home. It’s the least I can do for you.”

Cocking her head, she said. “I love to walk, and I don’t live far. You stay and enjoy the festival. I’m glad you feel better. The sadness has stopped shimmering in the air around you.”

He didn’t want to let her go. He pleaded, “Please, do as your mother asks. Take the road. It’s much safer than the trees.” He paused, thinking of the ambush he and his men had accomplished just hours ago in trees like these. “There are bigger and much uglier things than fairies or goblins that can hide in the woods.”

Her answering smile sent waves of warmth to his very core as she nodded. “Then I will take the road.” She turned and walked away from him through the entrance of the castle.

His eyes never wavered from her retreating form. He continued to watch even after she was no longer visible. Reaching up. he gently fingered the amulet. His urge to look at what was inside the leather pouch was strong, but he felt this was something that must be done when no one was watching.

As he sat there, contemplating this tiny, angelic child who was placed in his path, a sense of foreboding settled over him. It was so strong that he found himself upright and moving quickly to his horse outside the castle walls before his actions even registered in his brain. Panic set in. Shannon, his beautiful, six-year-old guardian angel, was in trouble, and he knew it. He had to get to her. He kicked his horse and moved quickly down the road leading away from the castle.

As he approached a sharp bend in the road that hid the path ahead, his heart sank. He knew he would find her around this bend. A woman’s wail sliced through the air and excised all the strength in his body. His horse kept moving forward until they rounded the corner, and he saw her, his little angel, Shannon. She was lying broken on the road ahead of him.

Dropping from his horse, he ran the rest of the distance to her. The hysterical woman, Shannon’s mother, was being held back from Shannon’s body by other children who were older than his angel, obviously her brothers and sisters.

Aengus knelt beside the beautiful child in the tattered dress and tears fell unashamedly down his face. He looked into her huge, lifeless, dark-blue eyes that were wide open and staring at the sky. She was gone.

He placed the beautiful wild rose in her hand and picked up her broken body, trying to wash away the feeling of isolation that her loss was reigniting in him. He rocked her body back and forth, crying for a child who had changed his life in a matter of minutes.

“I promise you, Shannon, I will heed your words and change my life. My soul is safe from the darkness because of you. I will never forget you, and you will be in my heart forever.”

What people are saying about Soul Mates: 1st place
“I was curious to see how switching from the past to the future and back again and again would turn out but I have to say it really works well.” – monica

“I loved reading about 14th century Ireland and I loved how easily she transitioned from that time period to present day Arizona. I won’t give any spoilers, but I will say if you like time travel romance, and wizardly magic, you will love Soul Mates. Sandy’s writing is, as always, smooth and seemingly effortless. She switches from past to present with ease, and I found myself looking forward to each new passage in time. If you’ve never read a Sandy Wolter’s novel, this is a great place to start. And once you finish Soul Mates, you’ll be looking for more stories by Sandy. She never disappoints.” – Journey

“This novel shifts back to the 1300′s Ireland and back to the present day frequently. But one has no problem following the story line in either timeframe. This book is magical, literally, with sorcery, magic, and time travel. It is very captivating, the writing is smooth and moves right along. It’s what every romantic wants to read: how true love never dies. Highly recommend.” – Nancy of Utah

“If you are looking for a romantic escape that is tinged with time travel, drama, excitement and paranormal, then I highly recommend this book!” – Ashley Fontainne

“Sandy Wolters has become one of my favorite authors in the past couple of years. It’s all been very good and very different but I would have never seen this one coming. Ranging in a time frame from 1323 to 2013 her main characters fall in love through the ages. It’s a beautiful idea and masterfully written and it gives a new meaning to true love forever.” – Abouchard

“Sandy Wolters is a master wordsmith that weaves beautifully crafted tales of romance that make you a firm believer in happily ever after.” – TeenBlurb

“I really enjoyed this book. Sandy writes a captivating love story through time travel. I have read 3 time travel books and I must say this one really worked for me. Normally I’m not a huge fan of time travel but this one is good and well written. I’m not one for spoilers but … if you love a true love story … read this book.” – Vikki

“Shandelle and Ian have known each other through the ages. A plot that began in the 1300s unfolds in the present day. Time travel, secret heros, a Irish chieftain, an evil wizard are woven into a story that is gripping and extremely hard to put down!” – kph

“Soul Mates by Sandy Wolters offered a completely different take on the typical “soul mates” story. I was afraid the future and past parts of this story would become too tangled and steal from the actual story. Boy, was I wrong. Ms. Wolters did a great job at juggling so much that could be confusing, instead making it not only understandable, but fun and exciting.” – Tina Marie “Tina Reiter”


Back to Bite You by Barbara Monajem FREE Today!

First of all: my novella, Back to Bite YouBack to Bite You proof 2, is free today. As far as I know, this is the last time it will be free, so go on over to (or whichever Amazon you usually purchase from) and grab one!

When I started writing my series about a little town in Louisiana known for its fetish clubs, I didn’t set out to write stories about kinky sex. Bayou Gavotte, Louisiana was just a location that worked well for the first book, Sunrise in a Garden of Love & Evil, about a hereditary vampire who chose to live in a place where she would be accepted and protected. She wasn’t really into kink, unless you call biting your lover kinky—but if you’re a vampire, it’s pretty much the norm and a necessity, too. I fell in love with the strange little town, so the series grew. I guess if the Bayou Gavotte books have a theme, it’s the perks and problems of being unusual…different…a bit or a lot weird. (But mostly they’re just mystery/romance.)

I still don’t write stories focusing on kinky sex, but I did quite a bit of research about it, and when I learned about people who play with food, I couldn’t resist. It just seemed so much fun to me that I decided the town had to have its own food fight club. That’s how the Bayou Gavotte Pie Club came into being. Gerry, the hero of the Back to Bite You, inherits the club from his grandfather—but he hates the place. Mirabel, the vampire heroine, loves the Pie Club and bakes the best banana cream pies ever. Will the quirky, irresistible Mirabel win Gerry over to her way of thinking? You’ll have to read the story to find out.

(And why not? It’s free today!)

Anyway, since kink seems to be the thing nowadays, what do you think? Does kink liven up a story or just make it weird? Is spanking erotic? (I can see how it might be.) How about pony riding games? (Um, not to me, but some people love them.)




Interview with Stacy Eaton, Author of Six Days of Memories

Stacy_Eaton_(2) Stacy Eaton is a full-time detective who enjoys crime scene investigation above all else, taking a passion in putting the pieces together to figure out the crime. She is also a business owner and serves on the Board of Directors for the local Domestic Violence Center. She is a mother of two, a son proudly serving in the United States Navy and a younger daughter who is about to earn her black belt in Tae Kwon Do and just made the Cheerleading Squad for her school. Her husband is also in law enforcement. She is devoted to helping others and being the best person she can be.

Stacy, what made you decide to be an author, specifically a romance author?

I don’t believe I ever said, ‘hey, I’m gonna be an author’. I think it more like just happened. I have always been an avid reader, but had never thought about writing a book until the first plotline came to me, and then there was no turning back. As for romance, who doesn’t love romance? I deal with enough mystery and nasty stuff at work. The last thing I want to do is do that in a book, too. But, with that said, all of my stories revolved around law enforcement and at least one of the characters is a police officer. All of my books have elements of suspense and bits and pieces of crime woven through them so they are not just romance.

What do you like best about being a writer? What do you like the least?

My absolutely favorite thing is when a reader reaches out to me and says, “I loved your story!” That right there is the ultimate honor. For someone to enjoy the words you so painstakingly wrote to take the time to reach out to you and tell you how much, that’s the best!

As for the worst, that is easy. I hate to market myself. I’m not big on pushing people to buy things, or pushing myself on them. I like to remain in the background, which I do in my personal life, but when it comes to being and author, you just can’t do that. So marketing is important, no matter whether I like to do it or not. I will say that I do love to do interviews though. Weird, huh?

How do you think your life experiences have prepared you for writing romance?

Life can be so full of heartache and disappointments. I know I have had my share of them. I hope that with my writing, I can help a reader to feel the love and passion that they might not feel in real life. I think everyone wants that sexy man to come sweep them off their feet, and a happily ever after, so why not give it to them. Although, not all my books end that way. I use a lot of what I have done and seen in my life to make the books are realistic as possible, unless they are paranormal romance, then I get to play a little bit.

Have you ever felt as if you were being dictated to while you wrote a book–as if the words came of their own accord? If yes, which book did that happen with?

Oh Man! YES! My characters possess me – totally! When I am writing a book and I am deep into the process, the characters take over. I will sit down and have an idea of where I want the chapter to go and when I am done writing it, I’m like, ‘where the heck did that come from? I love it, but I never saw that coming.’
I think in every book I have written, that has happened. Second Shield, Distorted Loyalty and Six Days of Memories probably had more of those moments then some of my earlier books. I find that once I embrace the characters and let their voices speak, then they just take over. Everyone at works say’s I have a multiple personality disorder, but I think it’s a good thing!

You’ve written eight novels and are working on my ninth and tenth novel. What’s your favorite time management tip?

Don’t waste time. When I am in writing mode, I force myself to stay there. I might get 1000 words written before I leave for work (and I leave between 6 and 6:30 in the morning), and then at night I will try to finish the chapter I started earlier and get an additional one done. I turn off the social media, which will suck your time away quickly, and focus on what I’m doing.

Are you a plotter or a pantser, i.e., do you outline your books ahead of time or are you an “organic” writer?

Up until now, I have never been a plotter. All of my books I have written by the seat of my pants. I know the start, I know where I want the book to end, but I have no idea how I’m going to get from one point to the other.

With that said, I am currently working on a small series called One Every Thirty Six. This one I am having to do some plotting with. This will be a series of books that follows Tatiana Wolf, a young woman who took a dare on her 16th birthday that will affect her life completely until one hundred and thirty six people have died; one every thirty six days. So, this one has a lot of planning to get done as it takes place over several years and the dates are important.

If you had one take away piece of advice for authors, what would it be?

Be kind to other authors. Do what you can to help them. This is a world where you scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours. There are enough readers out there that we don’t need to fight with each other. If you can help another author, do it.

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Detective Natasha Foster will put her job on the line to prove her gut feeling is dead on.
When Detective Foster responds to the scene of a crash, she finds the female passenger dead, a bag full of money in the back seat and a body in the trunk. It is only when the driver, whom she nicknames Jay, wakes up with no memory that she must go with her instincts and continue the investigation in a way that was never taught.

Jay finds himself lost, but drawn to the beautiful detective who steps above and beyond the call of duty. His need to know if he was a victim or the criminal pushes him to try and recall what happened and who he is. With the pull of a trigger, Jay’s memory will suddenly return and with it, the terrible truth.

How about an excerpt from Six Days of Memories?

Sure! This is from the middle of Chapter One. Detective Natasha Foster is speaking here.

Beyond the female, a man sat in the driver’s seat. His head back against the headrest made his Adam’s apple protrude further than normal. I scrutinized his throat, just before his jaw line. Right under his ear I saw the flesh moving with his pulse. “Thank God,” I said as I wiggled the passenger door handle and found it locked, too.

My key ring had this handy-dandy little yellow tool that when you slammed it the right way against a car window it would shatter it. At least that was what it was supposed to do. To my knowledge, no one in my department had ever used theirs before. I guess this window was going to be the guinea pig.

I gripped the small tool tightly in my fist. I thought about the fact that I didn’t have gloves on again, and took a deep breath as I focused on the window. Sirens grew closer as I brought my hand back and slammed it against the glass. The window shattered down onto my feet and the inside of the car.

“Holy crap, it really does work.” With my keys back in my pocket, I used my elbow to clear away enough glass so I could put my hand through and open the door.
“Child locks, of course,” I muttered as I tried the handle inside and it lifted without doing anything. I used my elbow to clear away the rest of the glass and glanced up the hill. More people stood there, a few of them holding out cell phones—probably videotaping the whole thing. Great, my butt was about to be on film.

I half-dove and half-shimmied through the window, trying to ignore the remnants of glass that dug into my legs. I would have a dozen cuts on my thighs when this was over.

Once inside, a large black duffle bag sat haphazardly on the seat and I shoved it out of my way so I could sit behind the driver’s seat. The man groaned as I touched his neck. Groaning was a good thing. My chest pressed up against the back of his seat and I gripped his head slowly on both sides to straighten his neck. I was stuck doing c-spine until someone else got down here with a collar. Something wet touched my fingers and I twisted to see around the side of the headrest. Great, now I had blood on my hands. I absently wondered if I had any cuts to be concerned about.

A mixture of adrenaline and wet feet brought shivers to my body. With a long inhale, I forced myself to calm down. By the time emergency personnel got down to the car, near convulsions racked my body and I fought to control them while keeping the guy’s neck straight. Why couldn’t it have been June instead of March?
“Hey, Foster, what do you have in there?” one of the firemen yelled from outside of the car as he peered inside.

“Passenger is DOA. Driver is still alive, been unconscious since I got here.” He nodded and turned to yell up the hill.

The driver tried to shift his head but I held it tightly. “Stay still, you’re gonna be all right. You just need to stay still.” My tone was soft while I leaned around the headrest and got closer to his ear. He tried to lean his head toward my voice; that again was a good sign, but I didn’t let him complete the action.

A few firemen slid down the hill and began setting up ropes to bring down the tools and pull the medical board back up.

One of the EMTs came around the passenger side and started unwrapping a collar. “You gonna be able to get this on him? Or do you need to me to get in there with you?”

“No, Atkins, I can get it. The car was unstable when I was climbing in. I think if you tried, it might shift the car further into the water.”

He nodded his acknowledgement and leaned in to get the collar ready to hand to me. I was going to have to do this one handed, but it could be done. While I was putting the brace around his neck, Atkins felt for a pulse on the passenger. I heard his sigh and knew I’d been correct in my earlier assumption.

The brace was secured and other than a few moans escaping from the driver, it was silent in the car. I watched the heavy equipment coming down the slope and being set up. The driver’s door must be damaged if they were going to cut the car apart to get the occupants out.

Clanking came from under the car and I stiffened. Atkins turned to me and yelled that they were going to stabilize the vehicle with a winch and pull it out of the creek so they could cut into the car.

I blew out a breath and a visible plume rose in front of my eyes reminding me how cold it was. My feet didn’t need the reminder, they were now numb.

I glanced around the inside of the car. The dark leather interior was impressive. I peered over the driver’s shoulder, a Mercedes. First time I’d ever been in one. I scanned the interior. “And I thought my Ford Explorer had a lot of gizmos in it.”
My gaze landed on the passenger and I wondered who she was. Was this his wife? Had they been away on a holiday or rushing off someplace else? What did she do for a living? Did she have children?

You can read the rest of the chapter on my website! Thank you so much for allowing me to visit today! I loved being here and answering your questions! I hope to hear from some of your readers too!

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Detective Natasha Foster will put her job on the line to prove her gut feeling is dead on.

When Detective Foster responds to the scene of a crash, she finds the female passenger dead, a bag full of money in the back seat and a body in the trunk. It is only when the driver, whom she nicknames Jay, wakes up with no memory that she must go with her instincts and continue the investigation in a way that was never taught.

Jay finds himself lost, but drawn to the beautiful detective who steps above and beyond the call of duty. His need to know if he was a victim or the criminal pushes him to try and recall what happened and who he is. With the pull of a trigger, Jay’s memory will suddenly return and with it, the terrible truth.



Cover Reveal: Loving Jack by Cat Miller

Loving Jack_final_ebooksmLoving Jack
By Cat Miller
Coming August 2014

Happily ever after shouldn’t hurt this bad . . .
Grace is a studious business major who always colors inside the lines. Jack is a fun loving, bi-sexual art major who challenges her orderly existence. Grace loses her heart when a night out with friends leads to a wild encounter with Jack. Only time will tell if her heart can survive the rigors of loving a man who may need more than Grace can provide.

Character Interview: Sara Alderson (Heroine of the Dream Series)

DreamDoctorCoverSmaller1. Where are you from? Did you have a happy childhood?
I’m from just outside Philadelphia. I lived in the same house all my life (until I went away to college). It’s a nice little two-story house, in a quiet neighborhood.

My childhood was very happy. I didn’t have very many friends, but I always had my microscope and my chemistry set and the library to keep me busy. And my parents are great – they always trusted me, and gave me every opportunity. My younger brother was a pain in the neck for a long time, but even he’s come around ever since he started college last year.

2. Where do you live now and what do you do for a living? Is there something you’d rather be doing?
I’m in Cleveland, attending the Crewe University School of Medicine. I just started a few weeks ago, and it’s…well, it’s a lot.

I’ve wanted to be a doctor since I was in grade school, so on the one hand there’s nothing else I’d rather be doing. But on the other hand, after a full day of lectures and then dissection and then three hundred pages of reading when I get home…it certainly isn’t easy!

3. What’s going on in your life right now?
School, mostly. And also getting used to married life – I got married two months ago. Oh, and the dreams. I’ve started seeing other people’s dreams again. I wish it would stop, but I know it’s not going to, and I also know I’m going to have to do something about it before it’s all over with. That’s how it was the last time.

4. Is there someone special in your life?
Brian, my husband. It still sounds weird to say that. I guess at some point, it won’t. I knew I was going to marry him a month after we met. Or maybe even sooner than that, really.

5. How did you meet? What’s his/her family like?
I stepped into his dream, and I saw him dreaming about me. And then, a week or so later, I was out at a nightclub downtown, and I saw him, and – that was it. It’s funny, because he lived in the next dorm over from me – we were maybe two hundred feet apart for a few months, but we didn’t meet until that night.

His family is – well, I love his father. He’s fantastic. And he and my Dad get along famously. They’re both sports nuts. I’ve only met his brother once – he lives in Germany, and he and his wife and kids came home for our wedding. His mother – what do I say about Helen? She’s always polite. I’ve never met anyone who can insult you to your face with more charm and wit than Helen Alderson. Someday she’ll get used to me. I hope.

6. What’s keeping you two apart?
My insane schedule, and the way I come home from dissection smelling like formaldehyde. Brian says it doesn’t bother him, and it’s nice that he’s lying about it to spare my feelings, but it makes sleeping in the same bed, in a tiny, 200-square-foot “suite” a major challenge.

7. What one thing could you do that would make you feel like the relationship will work out?
It’s going to work out! We love each other – and, honestly, we were meant for each other. I would never have been able to see him dreaming about me otherwise. Anyway, it had better work out – we’re talking about trying to have a baby in the next year.

8. Any last comments?
If I weren’t so tired and if I had any room in my brain for something besides biochemistry, anatomy and all the rest of that, I like to think I’d have something clever to say. Can you check back with me in – I don’t know, seven years or so, after I’m done with residency? I’m sure I’ll have something then!

Author Bio:
J.J. (James) Dibenedetto’s fans would swear he’s got a sixth sense when it comes to seeing into the minds of others and often wonder if his stories could possibly be fiction. He enjoys suspending disbelief with suspenseful paranormal tales that are a perfect blend of reality meets fantasy. His popular Dream Series continues to delight readers with each and every exciting installment. Born in Yonkers, New York, he currently resides in Arlington Virginia with his beautiful wife and a cat he is sure has taken full advantage of its nine lives. When it comes to the cat, he often wonders, but then again it might just be his imagination.

Coming Soon from J.J. DiBenedetto – Dream Doctor (also on Audible audiobook –

Book blurb:
“I didn’t expect to see someone I don’t know dreaming about killing one of my teachers. I thought I was done with that…”

But Sara’s not done with it. As if adjusting to life as a newlywed and starting medical school wasn’t difficult enough, she’s started seeing the dreams of everyone around her, again. Before everything is said and done, those dreams might destroy Sara’s hopes of becoming a doctor, wreck her marriage or even end her life…

Excerpt from Dream Doctor, the second novel in the Dreams series.

Sara is suddenly elsewhere. She’s surprised to be on her feet again, the pain in her right ankle gone. She’s equally surprised at finding herself – where?

A cemetery, she realizes as she looks all around, marble headstones dotting the well-manicured lawn. Specifically, a cemetery during a funeral. She recognizes none of the people standing around the open grave, but as she listens to the minister’s words she gasps at the name of the deceased: Dr. Abraham Morris.

Sara knows who he is: chairman of the admissions committee of the Crewe University School of Medicine. She’s met Dr. Morris exactly once; he conducted her final admissions interview. It had been an extraordinarily stressful hour.

Afterwards Sara had been left wondering if medical school was the right choice after all.
“I don’t hate him! And I got in anyway! I don’t want him dead!” Sara blurts out, immediately cringing, whirling around in search of somewhere to hide, to disappear.

She sees no such place, but the reaction she expects from the mourners does not come; no angry words or disapproving stares. In fact there is no reaction at all.
Sara is surprised, but only for an instant; then it becomes clear to her what’s going on. This has happened before; this is not her dream at all. She doesn’t cry, or scream; she simply closes her eyes and pleads – already knowing she will not be answered

“Please, God, not again!”

I open my eyes, and I know before I can even force them to focus what I’m going to see. The clock reads 3:05 AM. It was always three o’clock in the morning last time, too.

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Character Interview: Regina Howell from The Stiletto Stalker

B. Swangin WebsterWhere are you from?

I am from Washington DC and I had a very interesting childhood.

Where do you live now and what do you do for a living?

Right now I share a townhouse with my twin sister, Regina and my dog King. I work part time in a flower shop downtown and I love working there although my sister thinks I should be doing something else.

What’s going on in your life right now?

Right now I am trying to get over the death of a very dear friend and trying to convince my sister that I want to move out on my own.

Is there someone special in your life?

Well, I did meet someone but my sister thinks I shouldn’t date him because he is a detective.

How did you meet? What’s his/her family like?

We actually met because he has a dog named Queenie and King (my dog) went up to her in the dog park. I haven’t met his family yet because we are unsure of what our relationship is right now.

What’s keeping you two apart?

Actually my sister is keeping us apart because she thinks I move too fast in relationships and she doesn’t really like him.

What one thing could you do that would make you feel like the relationship will  work out?

I think if I moved out of my sister’s house I could make my relationship work but my sister doesn’t think I am ready.

Any last comments?

I hope you read our story because I think my sister is hiding something from me but of course since she is my protector, she doesn’t want me to worry.

B. Swangin Webster is the author of two urban drama novels and has been working on her mystery novel for the past year. It’s proving to be daunting because the identical twins keep confusing her.

Coming Soon from Intrigue Publishing is Let Me Just Say This, an urban drama

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Twitter: @BSwanginWebster

Hot New Release: Demon of Envy (Gods of Love) by Jennifer Lynne

JenniferLynne_DemonOfEnvy800Phthonos, god of envy and jealousy, has been given a second chance at life and love in the mortal realm. He is desperate to make up for the mistakes of his past. But is Thon more demon than god? And if the demon Envy wins out, how will this lonely god ever find room in his heart for love?

Olivia is an ordinary woman living an ordered life, but at thirty-two true romance appears to have eluded her. Everywhere she looks people are in relationships or falling in love, but her career and her charity work are enough to keep the demon of envy at bay.

Until the moment he turns up on her doorstep with a demand that rips her life and her heart wide open and leaves her at risk of eternal torment.

DEMON OF ENVY is the fifth erotic romance novella in the GODS OF LOVE series, but each story is designed as a stand-alone with the Greek gods of desire as a common theme. The series can be read in any order.


The need to engulf her with everything raging inside flooded over him with such force he went deathly-still. Get it under control. The darkness was too all-consuming, and she couldn’t withstand him if he lost it. She was so delicate and easy to break, despite that elusive core of inner strength, and he had to remember at all times to hold himself back.

She was human. She was fragile. And she was about to become his if he could only control his demon long enough to keep her safe.

He shucked off his T-shirt and threw it to one side before moving forward to take over for her fumbling fingers. “With pleasure.” Remember. Do it slowly.

He managed to release two more of the tiny buttons before a waft of her perfume teased his nostrils. It was a musky scent that reminded him of hot nights and seductive need, so long-forgotten that its sudden effect on his senses blasted his self-control to pieces. With a groan that rattled his throat on the way out he grabbed the two sides of her blouse and yanked them apart, the remaining three buttons flying off in all directions with a ripping pop, pop, pop.

“Oh!” Her gorgeous mouth formed into a round of surprise. He clutched at her wrists before she could cover her breasts, then released them slowly when he felt her peak of embarrassment begin to subside.

“No! Don’t ever cover yourself when you are with me. I must look at you.” She was solidly proportioned, with more flesh than was the current fashion, judging by what he’d seen in his brief time back here. But he liked it better when there was something substantial to hold onto.

His fingers trembled as he traced around first one large globe then the other. Her skin was so white he could see the blue network of veins peeking through from beneath. Her life force, so close to the surface. So tantalizing.

Copyright 2014 Jennifer Lynne


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Author Bio Jennifer Lynne

Jennifer Lynne lives in Melbourne, Australia, and writes short contemporary erotic romance, mostly with paranormal/fantasy elements. When she’s not writing what her family and friends call “porn for chicks” and what she prefers to call “super-hot romance for intelligent readers”, she is working in the admin day job, running around after two teenage daughters and trying to find time for her lovely husband.

Jennifer is published with Red Sage and Breathless Press. Over the past two years she has also embarked on an indie journey with the publication of her popular GODS OF LOVE romance series featuring erotic Greek gods and modern-day mortals in need of sexual healing.

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