Monday, June 30, 2014

Welcome Serena Fairfax!

Set in sun-drenched Lake Garda, church mouse Tamsin Heriot, an English rose, pairs off with sexy, privileged Luca Leopoldo who’s half Italian half Somali. But Luca isn’t what he seems…
Orphaned, aged seven, when his childhood in Mogadishu is brutally destroyed, Luca is left emotionally broken.  Ragged and starving he seeks refuge in Italy where kindly aristocrats adopt him.
Ever since she was fifteen, Tamsin has had a crush on Luca and the summer before she goes to university, she’s determined to lose her virginity to him.
It’s eight years before their trajectories re-converge. Tamsin, still lusting after Luca, receives devastating news that triggers her return to the dilapidated family casa when an unexpected bond develops between her and Luca’s widowed, adoptive mother.
A will alters what starts as a dalliance and there’s no shortcut to love, everything to lose, as the relationship between two wounded people, Luca and Tamsin, is pushed to breaking point.

I am eighteen, going on nineteen and have never been fucked. Tamsin morosely hummed her thoughts to the tune of Liesl and Rolf’s duet in “The Sound of Music” as she gazed at her reflection in the lopsided, oval bedroom mirror that scorching August day. The interior walls of La Casa della Fontana sloped, the floors listed, so straightening the mirror, in the crooked little house of the nursery rhyme, was routine. This grandly named, spectacularly moldering house in a picturesque village on Lake Garda had been snapped up by her bohemian parents, Patrick and Eve Heriot, on the back of a legacy from a crusty uncle, and it was from here that, for the past twenty-five years, they ran year-round painting and creative writing courses.
Tamsin’s first year at university beckoned in six weeks’ time. Below bold brows, large, gold-flecked hazel eyes set in a plump, milk-fresh face stared back at her and she sucked in her cheeks. She peeled off her nightie, courtesy of a thrift shop, her wardrobe mainstay, and sighed. Her luscious boobs owed nothing to silicon implants but her tummy was majestically rounded and there was no avoiding it, she was a dumpling who couldn’t afford liposuction.
Her spirits boosted as she brushed her hair. Licorice-dark, thick and glossy, it tumbled to her shoulders in loose curls. He would surely throw her down and lose himself in it. And those deep dimples when she smiled, which she’d almost forgotten how to.
The three graces – her trio of close girlfriends, all lissome and nubile with antelope legs, all clones of the hottest models - had been fucked, or so they bragged. Fucked by their brothers’ buddies, fucked by their fathers’ buddies, fucked by studs in one-night stands. Fucked against library shelves groaning with texts on particle physics, fucked in the swimming pool, fucked knee-deep in mud at Glastonbury, fucked on the hallowed green grass of Glyndebourne to the shrill vocals of Brünhilde wrapping up the immolation scene. There was no doubt they’d fucked and she claimed likewise, although disbelief was palpable and vociferously voiced when, with narrowed eyes, they compared notes. Well, this summer she’d get fucked, by hook or by crook. Her summer of love. The summer Cinderella would go to the ball. She refused to go down in history as the only virgin fresher.
She had A PLAN. A plan that had simmered gently all night after she’d masturbated whilst poring over “Bonking For Tyros” and munched her way through two bags of prawn flavored potato crisps. A plan she would implement at once.
A party of five couples was expected that evening on a week’s course. Patrick and Eve with Tamsin’s brother Gareth, six years older than her would, as usual, meet and greet them at Milan airport, herd them onto a minivan and, after two hours, speed proportionate to vehicle’s decrepitude, puttering down the autostrada, decant them at the casa. Nine-year-old Ruby, Patrick and Eve’s last hurrah, was vacationing in style in Ibiza, with her best friend Isla, at the hip, minimalist beach house owned by Isla’s family.
It was ten a.m. and Tamsin heard a rumble of bickering voices as the Heriots left. The minivan was temperamental, so plenty of time was allowed for mishaps. Tamsin was delegated to stay behind to lay the well-scrubbed, rough-hewn communal refectory table, to ensure the pre-cooked meal was properly defrosted and heated up and the wine was chambray-ing. That was an affectation of Gareth’s, since the Heriots could afford, and served, what could only be politely categorized as easy drinking.
She glanced down at the plan, although she’d no need to as she’d memorized it by heart.
Change bed linen and sprinkle lavender water.
Flash the flesh.
Buy condoms and new knickers.
Rehearse Luca pretext.
Ah Luca! Ever since she was fifteen, she’d had a crush on him. Her head swarmed with fantasies of the scion of Il Principe Salvatore Leopoldo di Monte Valla and Principessa Catarina. He, godlike, was sole heir to the noble title and extensive agricultural land holdings, to the sumptuous Leopoldo palazzo in Milan where masterpieces in oils by Titian, Raphael, Caravaggio and El Greco hung in proximity to canvases by Impressionists, Cubists and Fauvists. Comprising one of the most fabulous private art collections in the world, it was on loan to the Italian government. And few dynastic families in Italy possessed the twentyfour carat pedigree of the Leopoldos, who counted among their ancestors the Chief Treasurer to the Emperor Barbarossa, a Pope, a composer, two saints and Renaissance Ambassadors.
Yes! Tamsin swiftly executed items one and two, painted her finger and toenails a shimmering Chinese red, slapped a flash of azure on her eyelids and whirled down to make breakfast. Contemplating the third homemade roll with lashings of salty butter and gooseberry jam coursing through her arteries, she hesitated.

Quickly they ripped off each other’s nightwear until they were both naked.   It seemed the right response because she took it no further and wrapped her arms round him, settling in to him with a sigh. He pulled her soft curves into him and held her, kissing her fiercely.
Try something new today—the supermarket catchphrase—ran through Tamsin’s thoughts as, with her heartbeat tripling, Luca shot her that look that always gave her a warm, damp rush.  
“ Signora Leopoldo di Monte Valla. ”
She let her legs fall apart. Just the deep cadence of his voice turned her ready. “ Do it, make me come.” She knew what his tongue could do, what his cock could do. “I want you now, my prince, my lord.”  She swept her hair over his balls, and took one then another into her mouth.
“Wider still and wider for me, babe. I want to see every bit of you.”
‘I hear and I obey.” She shifted and opened up, spreading her sex to him and a deep growl emerged from somewhere low down in his chest.
“Love that womanhood, love your big, tight ass.”  Firm hands clamped the cheeks of her butt   trapping their bodies front to front. He paused, his eyes glittering   under the long, black lashes and then he was dipping his head and she felt the ridge of his tongue slamming inside her, sucking her swollen clit, his breath moist and hot.
She gasped and shut her eyes. “ I want to taste you.”  Her pussy clenched and throbbed as his hands rested on her thighs keeping her wide.
“Keep it going.” She whimpered.
 She watched him rip the foil and roll on the condom, nudging her with the tip of his warm, smooth cock. She reached for it and took the hardness of his length in her mouth, savoring the nectar, wanting his thickness to enter her, wanting his juices in her, over her.
He wet his fingers in his juices and, circling her labia,  she bucked.
“That’s what I like to know.”
“I’m going to…come.”
“Not yet you won’t.” His lips twitched in a smile. “If you do,” he whispered a sweet torture, “ that’s it for tonight. Hush now. We’re going there together.”
He slid his fingers deep into her clit, moving in and out, the slick, accepting sound of her desire like a metronome beating time.
He stopped and she felt she’d die.  “Move,” she moaned.
His eyes were darker than she’d ever seen before. He bent into her and nibbled a jutting nipple as he eased the head of his silky cock into the peachy damp of her slit. Her cunt flared up around him, waiting, ripe, needy, her heartbeat going wild as he thrust his cock deeper as he marked his territory, staked his claim to her. She was his for the taking. 
“ Sweetie.” His gaze tangled with hers. And then he was hammering into her, rocking hard and fast and she was spiraling out of control until the orgasm lurking somewhere over the rainbow rushed down to ignite them and they shuddered and shattered round each other as he spilled himself into her with a shout.
With a soft sigh he eased out  and rolled to one side.  He realized something else. Tamsin had messed with his emotions. He’d got caught out.  He’d have to watch it. He didn’t do emotions.

   Later that night, Luca turned to Tamsin and murmured. “How about a chaser?” He nuzzled his tongue down her cheek.
   She felt her pulse beating in her throat as her lips slid down his cock. And then he was flipping her over onto her belly, running his fingers down her spine. She got on her hands and knees and he slid his tongue into her hole slicking her, coaxing her with a slow sweetness that craved for more. Then bending right over her, his fingers eased  in and out of her slippery cunt, fucking her till she came, in spasm after spasm.
“The best is yet to be.” 
The thought of his swollen cock riding into her ass made her quiver anxiously.
He must have sensed it for he said softly. “It’s going to be alright.”
“No pain, no gain?”
“Honey, trust me.” He slipped one lubricated finger into her ass and pressed down. A sensation so new, so wicked, coiled heatedly through her, almost tipping her over the edge.  And then his thumb was gently driving in and she jerked and bucked and before she knew it the head of his cock was inching into her asshole just as his fingers slid lazily into her cunt to meet her G-spot. Her juices rained down and, replete with him, she gasped and came, sobbing at the pleasurable wonder of it, and he came too. 


The past and the present interweave - from the last days of the Raj to the present day, and from the small railway town of Ajeemkot and the princely state of Walipur to the cutting edge of the modern city of Delhi, and Sivalik - a pine scented hill station in the foothills of the Himalayas. 

    In this atmospheric, passionate and poignant account of a clash of cultures, caste and creed, divided family loyalties, wealthy heartthrobs and the power of love, the story is told through three women and an American Baptist missionary couple whose lives entwine.    Can they confront the storms or are their dreams destined to shatter?  
    Hermie - a headstrong and bewitching Anglo-Indian - turns her back on the Anglo-Indian community and reinvents herself only to find that a dark secret threatens to send her life spiralling out of control and cost her everything.
Sharp-witted Edith, exiled in India from her native Germany by Nazi persecution, faces stark choices in a future very different from that she envisaged.

    Kay, separated by more than a generation from Hermie and Edith, is haunted by a long-buried family mystery and abandons a promising career in London to pursue a quest for roots in India where fate hurtles her in an unexpected direction.
    ‘A ripened peach and just seventeen, man.  She’ll be heartbreaker and trouble stirrer, yawl see,’  the railwayman muttered to a workmate their gaze locked on Hermie Blake as she propped up her black Raleigh bicycle against a betel-stained wall of Ajeemkot’s two-storied mustard and red brick station building and un-looped a basket from the handlebars.  Then, tucking her broad brimmed khaki solar topi under one arm, she hurried, her bronze tumble of hair lit by sunlight, up the dusty, stone steps to the arched entrance.  After a humid night that promised the monsoon, the temperature had climbed.  That June day in 1939 was cloudless with a slight heat haze and above the raucous bustle of the station the chimes of the town’s Victoria Jubilee Memorial clock danced across on a spice-spiked breeze.
     Eight o'clock!  Hermie – christened but seldom called Hermione - glanced across for confirmation to the station clock - accurate to a second - courtesy of its German manufacturer, and gave a gusty sigh. She wiped her damp forehead, grimly conscious that she was late again for work and mentally hurled invective at Bishu, their absent chokra. 
     'Girlee. Wait!  That jungly boy has hopped to the bazaar forgetting Pa’s tiffin as usual.'   Hermie’s mother, Noreen, had buttonholed her as she was about to leave home.  'And mind, yawl know Pa’s a picky eater.  So drop this in for him on your way.'
    Noreen was pin thin, her frame that of a distant forebear – an English infantryman in the pay of the East India Company, once a mighty London based commercial venture with its own private army. Three hundred and fifty years ago in a battle waged in Bengal mangrove swamps against a local ruler, he’d survived to marry his Indian village sweetheart and stayed on, never to return to the green meadows of home. To cement allegiance the Company tossed a gold mohur coin to every India born child of an Indian mother and European father and from such beginnings the hybrid Anglo-Indian Community evolved. This was the Community to which the Blakes belonged, its distinct genetic footprints leading back to European ancestors in the male line of descent who’d flocked to India to seek fame and fortune – and found love. 
     Anglo-Indians were  English speaking and Christian; skin tone ranged from fair to swarthy, hair colour fair to black, they bore European names and adopted the  customs and traditions of  the British. Most inter-married within the tight – knit, mixed-blood circle; few married Indians.
   After a scandal-busting probe, the Company, whose trading crusades had led to terror-ridden land-grabs, was ousted by the British government – the Raj - who gained direct rule of India - its jewel in the Crown. Applying divide and rule, it accorded Anglo-Indians preferential treatment in subordinate jobs on the railways, tea and coffee plantations, mines, hospitals, schools, post and telegraphs, customs, the police and government service.  The Raj turned India into its very own treasure-trove, and the Community- a buffer engineered by the Raj between itself and its Indian subjects- spurned its ancient Indian heritage yet won scant social acceptance from its colonial masters who were scornful of its mixed-race.  There were Anglo-Indians who yearned to go home – to the Britain of which they were not born, did not know, had never before visited, but which they considered, by virtue of tenuous links to long-dead kinsmen, to be their natural homeland.
   'Why should I do Bishu’s chores, Ma? Tell me that, eh?  Hermie’s creamy-skinned oval face had sharpened with indignation.   ‘It’s the second time this week and just once more and I'll suffer. Yawl know the Bank's rule – three late days in a row means half a day’s leave docked.'  She wondered why Ma tolerated the feckless chokra - who'd come to them bearing a testimonial that read: Without any reservations we can recommend him as a thoroughly useless servant.     
   'Just this once, pet.'  Light brown eyes peered anxiously at her.
   'All right then, as a favour to you,' Hermie's resolve faltered and her voice softened affectionately, ‘but mind, never again. There can’t and won’t be a third strike. I’m fed up of making allowances for him.'  Her singsong accent, like that of Noreen's and characteristic of the Community, ended on a note of finality.


Serena Fairfax spent her childhood in India, qualified as a lawyer in England and joined a London law firm.
Romance is hardwired into her DNA so her novels include a strong romantic theme. However, she broke out of the romance bubble with IN THE PINK, a quirky departure in style and content, that you can download free from her website until 1 August 2014.
She’s also written several short stories that feature on her blog
Fast forward to a sabbatical from the day job when Serena traded in bricks and mortar for a houseboat which, for a hardened land lubber like her, turned out to be a big adventure.
Apart from writing and reading (all kinds of books), a few of Serena’s favorite things are collecting old masks, singing (in the rain) and exploring off the beaten track.
She’s a member of the Romantic Novelists Association, which is a very supportive organization. Serena and her golden retriever, Inspector Morse, who can't wait to unleash his own Facebook page, divide their time between London and rural Kent. (Charles Dickens said: Kent, sir. Everybody knows Kent. Apples, cherries, hops and women).

Friday, June 27, 2014

June's Fourth Friday Faves

Welcome to Fourth Friday Faves!

Authors are readers, too, and June is all about books! I've asked my fellow authors for a list of their top 10 favorites, and they didn't disappoint! So check them out and leave a comment to tell me your favorite books of all time!


Self-proclaimed patron goddess of reclusiveness, Kali currently resides in the Midwest with her oddly supportive family and tragically misunderstood cat. 
Seriously, though, the cat is evil.

1. Halfway to the Grave by Jeaniene Frost

2. High Noon by Nora Roberts

3. The Stand by Stephen King

4. False Memory by Dean Koontz

5. City of Glass by Cassandra Clare

6. Lover Awakened by J.R. Ward

7. THR3E by Ted Dekker

8. Night Play by Sherrilyn Kenyon

9. Shadow’s Edge by J.T. Geissinger

10. Grave Sight by Charlaine Harris

Coming Soon!

What would you sacrifice to save a complete stranger?
When Lieutenant Fawkes Banning was recruited to lead a special ops paranormal team known as Echo Team Seven, he ceased to exist beyond falsified records and an elaborate cover story. While on assignment to retrieve and safeguard one of the seven keys known collectively as the Hallowed, he finds himself in a deadly race against the clock when a voice he doesn't recognize begins whispering in his mind. The woman knows things about him she shouldn’t, things no one could know, placing more than just his mission at risk.
What started as a normal day for Ara Teagues quickly spirals into a nightmarish reality, and everything she thought she knew about the world is tested. No one is what they seem, and even those she thought were friends want her dead, leaving her no choice but to place her trust—and her life—in Fawkes’ hands. Safety comes at a price, though, and as more mysteries are unraveled, Ara realizes the only way out of this new hell is through the flames.
Emotions run high and sexual tension simmers between Fawkes and Ara, but they’ll put everything on the line—including a chance at love—to survive the dangers lurking at the edge of night.
Quote: "Are you deaf or just fucking stupid?" -- Ara Teagues, Night's Edge


Gabrielle Evans grew up in a small town in southern Oklahoma. We are talking one red light that may or may not work depending on the day of the week. She married her high school sweetheart and the rest is pretty much history. 

1. Dead Until Dark by Charlaine Harris

2. Blood Brothers by Nora Roberts

3. The Darkest Night by Gena Showalter

4. Desire Unchained by Larissa Ione

5. Fear Nothing by Dean Koontz

6. The Mist by Stephen King

7. Lost Lake by Phillip Margolin

8. Red Dragon by Thomas Harris

9. Grimm’s Fairy Tales by The Grimm Brothers

10. Night Pleasures by Sherrilyn Kenyon

Cursed to bear the sins of his forefathers, Chey Black has spent more time running the forest as a wolf than he has lived as a man. Finding love and breaking the curse during his brief reprieves is nearly impossible, especially when the world he once knew has moved on and forgotten him. So, why bother when being alone is easier?
As a guardian, it’s Quinn Augustine’s responsibility to help Chey acclimate to the changing world and aid him in his search for a true mate. Befriending the gruff wolf-shifter is fine, but attachments only complicate his job. Chey’s chiseled body and roguish charm prove too tempting to resist, though, and before long, Quinn’s protective walls come crumbling down.
What starts as mere animal magnetism soon evolves into something much deeper, but breaking the curse won’t be that easy. Someone seriously wants Quinn dead, and unless Chey can find and eliminate the threat, he’ll be doomed to walk alone forever.

Quote: “I’m Quinn Augustine, and I’ll be your new Sentinel. Why, yes, it is a lovely night, and you’re welcome that I dragged my ass out here in the middle of nowhere to help you.”


Erika Reed lives in Southern California with her loving husband and two beautiful daughters. She is very thankful for her family and friends that have been there, supporting her from the beginning of her writing career.
When she is not writing or running her busy household, she enjoys sitting down with her Kindle, reading one of her favorite authors. She enjoys her writing and will continue to surprise her readers with more exotic stories in the future. She loves to hear from her readers and can be reached at

1.      Wicked Pleasure by Lora Leigh
2.      Marley’s Choice by Lora Leigh
3.      Loving Lies by Lora Leigh
4.      Patton’s Way by Jenny Penn
5.      Six by Opal Carew
6.      Colters’ Woman by Maya Banks
7.      Tempted by Megan Hart
8.      Long Hard Ride by Lorelei James
9.      Riding Wild by Jaci Burton
10.   A Taste of Honey by Jami Alden


Madison Duffey would do anything to protect her three-year-old son, Trent, including lying to everyone she loves to hide the identity of Trent’s father. A single mother with no time for anyone but her beloved boy, Madison’s world changes forever the night the men she’s always wanted blow into town and back into her life.
After one too may concussions on the ice put their future at risk, hockey players Riley and Stormy Masters are trying to decide whether to hang up their skates for good. Now they know the woman that has invaded their every dream has kept a very important secret from them. Riley and Stormy must decide if their careers are more important than the woman and child that has suddenly appeared in their lives.
Will Madison be willing share her heart to double her chances for love and have the family she has always wanted? 
Quote: “Riley, I can explain. Just not here, please.”


A lover of unusual things, Cheryl Dragon enjoys writing unique stories with sinfully hot erotic romance including ménage plus relationship (MMMF etc) , M/M and F/F. Her two favorite settings are Las Vegas and New Orleans...where anything can happen! Cheryl lives in the Chicagoland area with her deaf albino cat. For more info:

1. Persuasion by Jane Austen

2. The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins

3. Rendezvous by Amanda Quick

4. One for the Money by Janet Evanovich

6. Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte

7. And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie

8. I, Robot by Isaac Asimov

9. Perfect Partners by Jayne Ann Krentz

10. Little Women by Louisa May Alcott


Kate Pacinelli has been infatuated with fellow flight attendant Stephanie Carlson for months. While Kate is out, Steph’s preferences are a mystery. The former cheerleader has a complicated, bisexual past. It’s a smooth ride for both women until a rough landing shakes them up and changes their relationship. Hot sex in private doesn’t translate to the public relationship Kate is looking for. She’s fallen for women afraid to come out before and won’t have her heart toyed with again. When Steph avoids conversations and labels with expert seduction, Kate refuses to play closet games. Steph will have to come out or risk losing Kate for good.

Quote: “You’ve got skills and a very bratty nature.”


Susan lives out on the Canadian west coast surrounded by open water, dear family and good friends. She’s jumped out of perfectly good airplanes on purpose and accidently swum with sharks on the Great Barrier Reef.
She’s worked for local law enforcement, been a freelance wordsmith and bakes what she claims are the world’s best double-chocolate & caramel brownies. She’s passionately in love with the written word (and a few of her more hunky creations.) Writing is her joy, her escape from reality and the only way she knows of to quiet the nagging harridan of a muse the universe assigned to her.
Susan loves to hear from her readers. You can contact her at

1. Hyperion – Dan Simmons

2. Fellowship of the Ring – J.R.R Tolkien

3. Two Towers - J.R.R Tolkien

4. Return of the King - J.R.R Tolkien

5. The Stand - Stephen King

6. On a Pale Horse – Piers Anthony

7. Ender’s Game – Orson Scott Card

8. Hunt for Red October – Tom Clancy

9. On Writing – Stephen King

10. Magician (The Riftwar Saga) Raymond Feist


Two bullets. That’s all it took to change Taggart Wilde’s life. His wounds have healed, but his career as a police officer is over. Struggling to move on, Tag searches for new purpose, and ends up finding it in the most unlikely of places.
Jolena Miller’s passion is fixing up classic cars. As the owner of her own garage, she has convinced herself she’s happy just being one of the guys, unnoticed and unremarkable…until she meets Tag.
One look at the curvy little mechanic has Tag’s engine revving, and he is determined to make her his. But just as Jo starts to believe they might have a future together, her ex-husband reappears in her life, stirring up old pains and new problems. When pushed to the edge, can two lonely hearts fight for a future together, or will the past be too much to overcome?
Quote: “See? I was a gentleman. I walked you to the door before I ravished you. My mom would be so proud.”


Laurie Roma lives in Chicago and mainly writes contemporary, romantic suspense, and sci-fi romance. She has always loved immersing herself in a good book and now enjoys the pleasure of creating her own. She can usually be found tapping away on her keyboard, creating worlds for her characters while she listens to music. Of course her playlist depends on her mood…but then again, so does her writing. 

An avid reader of the romance genre, nothing bothers her more than annoying characters. Seriously, who wants a happy ending for someone that pisses you off? She loves tough alpha-male heroes and strong heroines that have brains as well as beauty. Her novels are filled with both passionate romance and down and dirty lust-driven interludes, as she believes both are essential to a good love story. She loves to hear from her readers and can be reached at

1. The In Death Series by J.D. Robb (because I can’t pick just one) 

2. The Bride Quartet Series by Nora Roberts 

3. Shadowfever by Karen Marie Moning 

4. One Magic Moment by Lynn Kurland 

5. Shadow by Laurann Dohner 

6. Acheron by Sherrilyn Kenyon 

7. Dark Slayer by Christine Feehan 

8. Shadow Dance by Julie Garwood 

9. Lion’s Heat by Lora Leigh 

10. Say No to Joe? by Lori Foster


As one of Earth’s greatest leaders, Commander Jax Spartan lives his life by a strict code. Dedicated and alpha to the core, he is the epitome of what every Elite solider aspires to be. Second-in-command Sullivan Archer rules by his best friend’s side, and together they form an unstoppable force that few are foolish enough to challenge. Jax and Archer have always known they’d share their chosen, but their hearts have already been claimed by the woman they’ve vowed will belong to them.

Alliance scientist Serra Lysander is a genius who has kept the planet safe with her inventions. She’s lived a sheltered life, separated from society by her brilliant mind and her overprotective mother. The only time Serra has truly ever felt accepted is with the two men that will cost her everything…

When danger leads Serra straight into the arms of Jax and Archer, they will do anything to keep her safe, even claiming her despite the fact she is off limits. With the future of the Alliance on the line, will their love and dedication be enough to save them, or will they be too late to stop the growing threat from destroying them all?
Quote: “... Anything that has to do with Serra is our business, and therefore gives us the authority to act on her behalf.” Jax’s smile was feral. “She belongs to us. Consider her claimed.”


First and foremost, I love life. I love that I'm a wife, mother, daughter, sister...and a writer.

I am one of the lucky women in this world who gets to do what makes them happy. As long as I have a cup of coffee (maybe two or three) and my laptop, the stories evolve themselves and I try to do them justice. I draw my inspiration from a retired Marine Master Sergeant that swept me off of my feet and has drawn me into a world that fulfills all of my deepest and darkest desires. Erotic romance, military men, intrigue, with a little bit of kinky chili pepper (his recipe), fill my head and there is nothing more satisfying than making the hero and heroine fulfill their destinies.

Thank you for having joined me on their journeys...

1. Catherine Coulter - Please don't make me pick a book...

2. Lisa Jackson - I can't pick just one book.

3. Lisa Gardner - It's impossible to pick one...

4. Suzanne Brockmann - I'd have to be insane to pick one.

5. Linda Howard - Who said I had to pick one?

6. Kallypso Masters - I absolutely refuse to pick one in her series! 

7. Cherise Sinclair - Even torture wouldn't get me to select one...

8. Lexi Blake - Not even dangling my kindle over water would get me to choose.

9. Shayla Black - Not even setting my kindle on fire would have me pick one.

10. Eliza Gayle - You're kidding about picking one, right?

CSA Case Files

Crest Security Agency (CSA) is run by Gavin Crest, a retired Marine Master Sergeant. He has personally selected his own former military team members, both men and women, to configure a seamless Special Operations Capable (SOC) unit. Working together on investigations, domestically and abroad, each team member will find their niche in life and love. Follow along as Kennedy Layne conveys each of their stories as they work together on investigations that lead them down perilous paths of passion, intrigue and suspense... 
Captured Innocence (CSA Case Files 1) 
When a killer sets his sights on Lauren, Connor is forced to grabble with the reality of their relationship. He has the training it takes to catch a murderer, but does he have the courage to escape his inner demons and capture Lauren's heart? 
Sinful Resurrection (CSA Case Files 2) 
Sins of the past have been resurrected, predetermining Jax and Emily's path to love. Jax doesn't know how he'll walk away this time or if he even wants to. Emily is determined to expose a high-level official within the United Nations and walk away unscathed. She wants a second chance with her first love -- even if it kills her. 
Renewed Faith (CSA Case Files 3) 
Is it possible to renew one's faith in love? Kevin's current case crosses paths with Elle's past. Secrets and lies encircle them as a killer ups the stakes in a cat and mouse game meant for only one winner. When time runs out, Kevin intends to be the last man standing -- in life and love. 

Quote: "You've just stripped me of everything that kept me sane for the last two years." -- Jax Christensen


Vicktor Alexander “Vic” wrote his first story at the age of ten about his youngest sister and her destruction of the world…with her breath. Vic now enjoys writing about shifters, humanoids, cowboys, firemen, rent boys, fairies, elves, dancers, doctors, Doms, Subs, and anything else that catches his fancy, all sexy men falling in love with each other and having lots of naughty, dirty, man-on-man sex. Already a bestselling author of The Tate Pack Series, Vic has his eyes on the stories that erase the lines of tradition and focus instead on love in all its many forms. A huge fan of the “happily-ever-after” ending, he writes his characters all riding off into the proverbial sunset, sexually satisfied, and in love, all bearing the scars of fighting for that love, just like in real life. No consistent fluff themes here, Vic’s stories can be slightly gritty, dark, and hard hitting, but the reason for that is that, to Vic, love is sweeter when it’s been fought for and won. Never satisfied with only one genre, every book that Vic writes falls into more than one category and has each main character experiencing more than one orgasm, which is something Vic is very used to hearing in his real life.

Out and proud, Vic does not believe that love only comes in one form, one race, one gender, and that not only is gender fluid, but sexuality as well. Vic loves to make people laugh, and when he’s not writing, or rather, procrastinating in writing, he’s reading, playing the Sims 3, hanging out with his very supportive adopted family, or being distracted from his writing by drooling over pictures of John Barrowman, Scott Hoying, Charlie David, and Shemar Moore.

  Choosing a list of my top 10 favorite books is one of the most difficult things for me to do. It’s like asking me which one of John Barrowman or Shemar Moore’s poses I like more. It’s just. So. Hard. To. Choose! So, in no particular order they are:

1.       The Hawk and the Jewel- Lori Wick

2.       Change of Heart- Mary Calmes

3.       Bolt-Hole- Amy Lane

4.       Nothing Special- A.E. Via

5.       Always- Kindle Alexander

6.       Just A Taste of Me- Stormy Glenn

7.       Heart Without Borders- Andrew Grey

8.       Hot Head- Damon Suede

9.       The Guardian- Mary Calmes

10.   Surrender- Brenda Jackson


When Dr. Dakota Sevion is drawn to his mate Nishon Moore at the hospital where he works, he is overjoyed, even though Nishon has a son, Isaiah, who is a forziq, which is an instant death sentence and someone from the past is determined to kill them all.
Dakota Sevion loves being the Chief of Surgery at Gelreen Memorial Hospital, because he has unlimited access to blood which is good for him as an unmated vampire. When he's called to the ER for an emergency his life changes forever.
Nishon "Nimo" Moore is a single father of three year old Isaiah, a very special little boy, and when Nimo rushes to the hospital because Isaiah has been hurt he ends up meeting Dakota and finding out that vampires are real. He doesn't handle it well, which isn't good for Dakota who will die from starvation if their mating isn't consummated soon. But that isn't the only problem. Someone from the past is set on killing them all.

Quote: “You said no one’s going to be here for three hours. We can totally fulfill one of my fantasies, having sex with a professor in his classroom on his desk in the middle of the day, and then have lunch, all before you have to be back in here for your next class.” -- Dakota


Jana Downs lives in the beautiful mountains of Western North Carolina with three cats, one dog, several dozen fish, and a very understanding partner-in-crime who  hates to read but makes exceptions for her stories.
You can usually find  her either watching bad reality TV, buying way too many books on Amazon, or  dreaming up another man or two to occupy her time because life is good but several drop-dead gorgeous nonexistent men is just better.
1.      Rough Canvas by Joey Hill

2.      Bound by Deception by Ava March

3.      Str8te Boys by Evangeline Anderson

4.      Bound  by Sophie Oak

5.      Dance with the Devil by Gabrielle Evans

6.      Want Me by Rowan McBride

7.      Angel and the Assassin by Fyn Alexander

8.      Drawn by Sean Michael

9.      My Fair Captain by J.L. Langley

10.  Dark Magic by Christine Feehan 


Ciel is a witch. Neither expression or attitude, he was born into a family of casters with a long list of traditions that gives Ciel little choice in his life's path. While he's never been thrilled following someone else's rules, he hasn't had a good reason to fight them. Until now.
Hisoka has always felt different but didn’t know why until he falls into bed with his boss. Finding out he's the human version of a witch's black cat should be alarming, but the process is exciting, especially when Ciel demonstrates that he isn't crazy by busting every light bulb in the building with a snap of his oh-so-talented fingers.
Familiars may be good luck to witches in the movies, but Ciel's family doesn't watch TV. Faced with the prospect of being blackballed from the music industry, with worse consequences for Ciel if the witches' governing body finds out, they must decide if being together is worth the potential consequences.

Quote: “Smoking calms my nerves. Besides I don’t do it all the time. And bad for me? Probably. But you have to die sometime.”

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