Monday, September 29, 2014

Welcome Author Zayne Michaels!


M/M Paranormal, werewolves
27,700 words

Available Now From:

Convinced a clean break was the only way to protect the man he loved, Micah Hayden shut down, closed himself off, and spent more than a decade running from his mistakes. Twelve miserable years later, he’s come home to take his rightful place as Alpha, and if he has his say in the matter, reclaim the love that was stolen from him.
When Micah kicked him out and crushed his heart, August Tucker didn’t think he’d ever heal from the loss. Slowly, though, he rebuilt his life—a life far away from the painful memories of the past. So, when he learns Micah is back in town and wants to see him, August knows he should refuse, because even a brief reunion could destroy the walls he’s built around his heart.
Unfortunately, he may not have a choice. Someone wants him dead, someone willing to go to any lengths to succeed. With his list of allies growing thin, he has no choice but to turn to his old love for help.
But can Micah put aside his own uncertainties to be the hero August needs? Or will history be repeated when ghosts of the past resurface determined to finish what was put into motion all those years ago?

Available Now From:

Reclining in his office chair, August Tucker kicked his shoes off and propped his feet up on the desk with a silent groan. 
“Ok, you’re definitely going to be here Thursday, right?”
It felt like the hundredth time the question had been posed in the last twenty-four hours, and August barely bit back his sigh. “Yes, Meredith,” he answered into the phone. “My last appointment is at noon Thursday. I’ll be on the highway before rush hour.”
“I still don’t get why you’re driving all the way from Tulsa.”
Considering how little they had in common, it still amazed him that they’d ever become friends. Maybe it had something to do with the fact they were both too stubborn to let those little differences stand in their way. Whatever the reason, they’d made it work and had been inseparable since junior high, even after August had packed up his things and moved halfway across the country to nurse his broken heart.
“It’s not that far to Indianapolis.”
Most people probably wouldn’t agree, but nine hours didn’t feel like a chore. If nothing drastic happened, he could probably make it in eight.
“Besides, I like to drive,” he reminded her. August found the hum of the tires over the highway peaceful, and driving gave him the time and space to think.
“Yeah, yeah,” Meredith conceded. “Well, I’m closing the shop for the weekend, and Lucas will be at his dad’s house in Fort Wayne until next Thursday because of fall break. Starting Friday afternoon, I’m all yours.”
“Sounds like a plan, but you really don’t have to entertain me.”
“Oh, oh!” Meredith exclaimed, completely ignoring his subtle plea for a nice, quiet visit. Honestly, he should have been used to it by now. “You are never going to guess who’s back in town!”
Wincing as he jerked the phone away from his head to avoid a ruptured eardrum, August scrolled through his mental Rolodex, trying to figure out who could make his friend squeal like that. “I don’t know, Mer. Peyton Manning?” A lame guess, perhaps, but he had nothing.
“Funny,” Meredith answered, her tone dripping with sarcasm, “but no.” She paused for a long time, likely for dramatic effect, then squealed again. “Micah!”
She said it as though it should mean something to him, but he only knew of one Micah. Surely, she didn’t mean…
“Micah Hayden?” Barely able to speak through his trembling lips, August winced when his voice broke and prayed his friend hadn’t noticed.
“Yes! I saw him in the pharmacy last weekend when I was visiting Mom. I guess he’s in town for the closing on his parents’ farm out by Booker’s Pond. Remember it?” She didn’t give him a chance to respond before continuing. Hell, she didn’t even take time to breathe. “Now that they’re getting older—his parents, not Micah—they’ve decided to move to Florida. It’s cliché, I know, but there you have it.”
August blinked twice, replaying the monologue in his head, because he’d definitely missed something. “His parents are moving to Florida? What does that have to do with Micah?”
“Oh, well, they signed over the farm to him, didn’t they? He finally found a buyer over in Greenfield.”
“Ah, I see.” August drummed his fingers against the gleaming oak of his desktop and swallowed hard, trying to force his heart out of his throat and back into his chest where it belonged. “So,” he began, hoping he sounded casual, “how is he?”
“Good, from what I could tell.” If Meredith sensed his growing anxiety, she didn’t say anything. “He’s been back in Indianapolis for a few months now, and he said he just signed a lease with…”
“Yes?” August dropped his feet to the floor and sat up straighter in his chair. “With what?”
“His partner,” Meredith answered. The glee had disappeared, replaced by a more somber tone, and perhaps even a hint of pity. “He moved into an apartment with his partner.”
If his life was a movie, August might naively think Micah’s return meant a second chance for them. They’d meet somewhere for coffee, just for old time’s sake, one thing would lead to another, and they’d stroll off into the sunset together. Roll end credits. August lived in the real world, though, with real-life disappointments, and Micah Hayden had turned out to be one of the biggest.
“I have his number.” Meredith’s voice pulled him back to the conversation. “He asked about you. Actually, he had a lot of questions about you.” Smugness saturated her voice, and August could just picture his friend’s bow shaped lips curling into a smirk. “He asked me to pass on his number. Want it?”
“Uh, Mer, I don’t know. Maybe it’s not such a good idea.” Part of him, the part that had been desperately in love with Micah wanted to say yes. A louder, more logical voice chastised him for even considering it.
“Auggie, c’mon. I know things ended badly between you, but he’s your alma.”
Fate. Soul. Heart. Intended. Mate. A sacred and cherished bond within the paranormal world, especially amongst his particular breed of werewolves. No one came between a Lobos and their mate, not without violent consequences. Apparently, that only applied to lesser beings, not to someone as self-important as Micah Hayden.
Yeah, I’m not bitter at all.
“You just said he was seeing someone else.”
“But he’s your mate!” Meredith repeated, as though that would suddenly make everything okay.
Knowing she wouldn’t let it go, August sighed as he shifted through the clutter on his desk for a pen and scrap of paper. Nothing said “I’m available and desperate” like getting wound up over the guy who’d dumped him. “Fine, let’s have it.”
Meredith rattled off the number twice, and then made August recite it back to her. After being repeatedly forced to promise he’d call the minute he left for Indiana, he said his goodbyes and disconnected. Picking up the slip of paper with Micah’s number on it, August leaned back in his desk chair and stared at the digits.
After all this time, he couldn’t imagine why Micah wanted to talk to him. They’d had little in common when they’d been together, and he guessed they had even less in common now. It would definitely be awkward.
“For crying out loud, August,” he berated himself, “you’re a grown man, not a heartsick kid.” Without a good reason not to call, he just looked like the jaded lover he was.
Sucking in a deep breath and praying for courage, August snatch his cell phone off the desk and dialed before he could change his mind. Then he sat on the edge of his chair, his shoulders back and his spine rigid, gnawing on his bottom lip while he waited for an answer.
“Hello?” a voice answered on the fourth ring in a deep, resonating bass.
Whoa. Shivering at the current that rippled along his spine, August tugged at his slacks and shifted in his seat when the tingles traveled to places they had no business occupying. “Umm…I’m looking for Micah Hayden,” he stammered.
“This is Micah Hayden. Who’s calling?”
“You probably don’t remember me,” August began but stopped when he realized how stupid that sounded. The guy had crushed his heart into a million pieces. Oh, and he’d asked about him. Either way, of course Micah remembered him. “It’s August. August Tucker. Meredith gave me your number.”
Okay, great. This is going well.
Even after all these years, the silly nickname had the ability to stretch his lips into a warm, indulgent smile. “Yeah, it’s me.” Maybe this wouldn’t be as bad as he’d dreaded. “How are you, Micah?”
“Wow. It is you. I wasn’t sure you’d call, but I’m glad you did.” An echoing smile tinted Micah’s voice, and he sounded genuinely happy. “How long has it been? Twelve, thirteen years?”
“Something like that.” Some days, it felt longer. Other days, it felt like no time had passed and the pain nearly suffocated him. “So, you’re back in Indy now?”
“Yes, sir. I bought The Garage, so that’s where I’ve been spending most of my time.”
Micah had started working for old man Aikens in junior high, cleaning up around the shop and fetching parts for the mechanics. Gods, he’d loved that place, and he’d talked nonstop about owning his own garage one day. August was truly happy his old love had fulfilled his dream.
“That’s great, Micah, really. Congratulations.”
“Thank you.” A measure of uncertainty floated over the line. “What else did Meredith tell you?”
“Just that you found a buyer for your parents’ farm. Are they really moving to Florida?”
“Well, Mom is moving down there to be closer to her sister. Dad passed a couple of months ago. I’m not selling the old place, either.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry. I know you two were close.” It seemed callous to ask, but August did question what that meant for the pack. He also wondered how Meredith could get her facts so horribly wrong. “Are you living at the farm, then? I thought you’d just signed a lease on an apartment?”
Silence hung over the line before Micah groaned under his breath. “Some things never change, huh?”
“If you’re referring to the fact that Meredith hears a quarter of the conversation and makes up the rest, you wouldn’t be wrong.” Gods, Micah had a great laugh, and even through the phone line, his voice washed over August in all the right—er, wrong?—places.  “Okay, so what am I missing?”
“Well, I just terminated the lease on my old apartment. Mom did sign the farm over to me, but I’m not selling the house or any of the land. Seems like it would be a waste of resources to turn over seventy acres of pack lands.”
“You’re converting the farm to pack lands?” August sat up a little straighter and cocked his head to the side. The pack had never had a place of their own to run, not that August could remember, anyway. “Why now? Why the sudden change?”
Micah cleared his throat, and when he spoke, he sounded a little too casual for it to be authentic. “It’s just time for some changes.” He paused, a little hesitation that anyone else probably wouldn’t have noticed. “You’re living in Oklahoma now, right?”
 He was definitely hiding something, but after so long apart, it wasn’t really August’s place to ask. So he ignored the tightening in his gut and pasted a smile on his lips when he answered. “Yes, sir, I have my own office here in Tulsa.”
To date, it was his biggest accomplishment, and he’d worked his ass off, scrimping, saving, and sacrificing to be able to open his own practice. It hadn’t been easy in the beginning, but he’d seen steady progress, especially in the past couple of years. His exclusive clientele required a certain level of…discretion, and they were willing to pay top dollar to protect their privacy.
“Wow, I’m impressed.” Micah’s tone held just the right amount of sincerity without being over the top. He didn’t quite pull off the same subtlety with his next question, though. “I guess that doesn’t leave a lot of time to make it back home, huh?”
“It’s not my home, Micah. It hasn’t been for a long time.” It had been fourteen years since his parents had passed, and with no other family, August had no reason to return to Indianapolis permanently. “However, I’ll be in town this coming weekend to visit Meredith.”
“You’ll be in town for your birthday? We should celebrate.” Micah stopped and swallowed audibly. When he continued, some of the enthusiasm had vanished. “I mean, if you’re not busy, of course. If you’d rather not, I’ll understand.”
August didn’t know how he felt. The part of him still hopelessly in love with the guy wanted to move back to Indianapolis, buy a house, build a picket fence, and live happily ever after. The rational part of him, however, knew that would never happen, and being near Micah without actually being with him sounded plain miserable.
“I’d love to see you.”
What? Wait. I would?
“I look forward to it.” Micah’s reply felt more intimate than his previous excitement, and August clenched his fist on his thigh as his breath quickened. “I should get back to work.”
August glanced at the clock on his computer and opened his schedule of appointments for the day. “Yeah, same here. My four o’clock will be here any minute.”
“What is it you do, Ant?”
“I’m a therapist,” August answered distractedly as he pulled his patient’s file from the bottom drawer and placed it on top of the desk. “Sex therapy to be more specific.”
“Right then.” Laughter colored Micah’s voice, and he paused for a heartbeat before composing himself. “Well, you have my number now. Be sure to use it.”
“I’ll call when I get into Indy.” Gods, he didn’t know how he’d convinced himself it would be a good idea to see Micah again, but he blamed Meredith. If she hadn’t been so quick to gossip, none of this would have happened. “Take care of you.”
Their old goodbye came without thought, rolling smoothly off his tongue as though he’d uttered it a thousand times in the last twelve years. In truth, it was special, and he never used that parting line with anyone except Micah.
Thankfully, Micah didn’t comment on his Freudian slip. “Goodbye, August.”

Saturday, September 27, 2014

Carb Wars: Lasagna Stuffed Spaghetti Squash

This weeks Carb Wars recipe is brought to you by the fabulous Susan Hayes! I haven't tried this one yet, but it looks so yummy! It's going on my list, and you can bet this will be in my kitchen very soon.


I came across a great many variations of this recipe online, took a bit from this one and that one, and then added my own favorites
If you prefer more “sauce’ then you might want to add crushed tomatoes or a proper tomato sauce instead of the diced tomatoes I used.

*Note. These amounts are for 2 smaller squash, adjust as needed.
Spaghetti squash.  (I prefer smallish ones, they are easier to cut and each serving = one half shell.)
½ cup skim ricotta cheese.
½ cup skim mozzarella cheese.
A dash of fresh Parmesan cheese.
1 can Diced tomatoes. (I like fire roasted ones, they have lots of wonderful flavor)
½ pound Lean ground beef, turkey, chicken or Italian sausage. (I used mild Italian sausage)
Veggies. I like a lot of veggies in my sauce, so I used chopped zucchini, mushrooms, red pepper and a small amount of onion. Total amount, 2 cups of veggies.
2 tbsp of olive oil
Seasonings: Italian herbs. Salt. Pepper. Red pepper flakes. Chives, parsley.

Start by cutting the squash in half length wise and then scraping out the seeds and membrane. Brush on a light coat of olive oil, salt and pepper to taste. (I actually only add pepper at this stage.)
Place face down on a baking sheet and place in a 375 degree oven for 35-45 minutes. Longer if the squash are larger, but keep an eye on them so you don’t cross the line from roasted to charred briquette.
While the squash are cooking, brown the meat in the olive oil and then add the veggies and tomatoes, add your favorite seasonings, then simmer. Give all the ingredients time to meld their flavors, then set aside.
Mix ricotta with other cheeses. I added a dash of fresh chives and a bit of parsley to the mix as well. Set aside.
When the squash are ready, remove from oven but leave it on. Let the squash cool for at least 10 minutes to avoid burning yourself. When you turn them over, steam will escape, so be careful. Using a fork, fluff up the inside of the squash. Side to side = longer strings of “spaghetti.” Don’t work too hard at it, just fluff what comes easily.
Divide the ricotta cheese mix equally between the shells, leaving a few tablespoons aside. Add to the newly fluffed squash. Then spoon the meat sauce onto the cheese mixture, packing it down lightly as you go. Finish off with the last of the ricotta mixture, sprinkle mozzarella on top, and place back in the oven for 15 minutes, until the cheese is golden.
Mix the squash with the stuffing and enjoy!

Friday, September 26, 2014

September Fave Fives: Change is in the Air!

Fall is finally here, which means cooler temperatures and everything pumpkin, from lattes to pies. For September, I asked my fellow authors to name their top 5 favorite things about fall. Whether it was frappuccinos you can only get at Starbucks during the season or something as simple as the changing of the leaves.

Check out their answers and add your own Faves in the comments!

Born with a silver tongue and a pen in her hand, Kali  spends her days sleeping (she's part vampire) and her nights crafting scandalous romances with larger-than-life heroes.
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.

There is just something magical about fall. I don’t know how to describe it, but I always look forward to this time of year! Some of my favorite things include:
  • Cooler temperatures. Seriously, I am not a fan of summer. Me and the heat do not get along.
  • Shorter days. Again, I’m pretty sure I was born part vampire. I know the sun is supposed to make people happy, but it just makes me tired.
  • The decorations. Whether it’s jack-o-lanterns for Halloween, or just cute wreaths decorated with brightly colored leaves, I’d decorate my house with these things all year long if my husband would let me.
  • Boots! Ankle boots, knee high boots, fuzzy boots, leather boots. I even have a pair of house slipper boots!
  • Campfires. Okay, we don’t do a lot of camping, but I do have a fire pit in my backyard. I love watching the way the flames jump around, and I even love the smell of the burning wood. I might be a bit of a pyro. 

Sometimes, new beginnings come from unexpected places.
To Cecily Baker, being unattached means making her own decisions, living by her own rules, and never answering to anyone. So when her sister drags her to a singles night at a local club--and then ditches her--it only strengthens Cecily's conviction that dating just isn't for her.
Pulling double duty as a bouncer and a bartender, Rafe Serento has seen a parade of beautiful women walk through the doors of Electric Mist, but he's never met anyone like Cecily. Lovely in every sense of the word, and just as stubborn, she challenges everything he thought he wanted in a relationship.
The more Cecily pushes him away, though, the harder Rafe pushes back, and unless they find some common ground, they'll both end up Alone.

QUOTE: “You’re here to find your next intended target. I’m here to make sure you don’t get into trouble. No one ever mentioned fun.”


Rosanna Leo is a multi-published, erotic romance author with Liquid Silver Books who lives and breathes paranormal romance. Several of her books about Greek gods, selkies and shape shifters have been named Night Owl Romance and Two Lips Recommended Reads. When not writing, she can be found haunting dusty library stacks or planning her next star-crossed love affair.
I adore fall! It's my favorite season. I think it all stems from the excitement of "back-to-school" as a kid. I loved shopping for new supplies and wondering what the year would bring. I still love falls, but for slightly different reasons:
  • Salted Caramel Mochas at Starbucks. Seriously...this is the best drink on earth. God made it...well, perhaps just a talented barista, but it tastes like God made it. Buy it now.
  • The smells of fall! I love strolling outside and catching the scent of crinkly leaves.
  • Halloween. Although I don't dress up for it much anymore, I still love that day. Being a fan of the supernatural, it speaks to my morbid side.
  • Did I mention BACK TO SCHOOL??? Because my kids are now out of the house!!! Yay. (I might be a bit excited.)
  • Snuggling in warm blankets. 'Nuff said.

When Nina Suzuki discovers the body of her best friend Janine, her world turns upside down. Things go from bad to worse when Janine’s corpse seems to transform into that of a large, brown wolf. For the first time, Nina is faced to confront all the clues indicating her BFF was not what she seemed. A letter from the dead woman opens Nina’s eyes to a strange, new world. The same letter warns of a sinister group called the Alpha Brethren, and urges her to find Killian Moon of the Ursa Fishing Lodge and Resort on Gemini Island.
Killian Moon is a jaguar shifter and teen mentor at the Ursa Lodge in Northern Ontario. He may be a comfort and inspiration to confused teen shifters, but he also has a fiery past. His past comes back to haunt him when human Nina arrives at the resort, demanding to speak with him. Demanding answers. Can he trust her with knowledge that will not only change her life, but possibly endanger those around him?
As Killian begrudgingly tutors Nina on all things shifter, their mutual curiosity flares into passionate need. Once they touch, once they succumb to desire, there is no going back. Killian realizes Nina is his mate and they both begin to comprehend the terror threatening those on their shifter-friendly island. He is forced to confront the tragedy in his family and determines to protect Nina at all costs.
But can they protect everyone they love from a cult of dangerous shifters, intent on horror and destruction? 

TEASE: "And then his gaze landed on the petite human. Tapered Asian eyes, so dark and mysterious, but rimmed with circles of exhaustion. Smooth, cinnamon skin hinted at a mixed background. Wearing no makeup, she appeared younger than she must be, but her presence and keen eyes pegged her at around thirty years old. She had a riot of curly, black hair and feminine curves that ought to come with a warning. He could see it now. Beware: this woman’s body will cause insanity in men. Even as she gesticulated at the clerk, her boobs jiggled in such a way his throat went dry."


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

  • I think my favorite thing about fall is sitting on my couch with my warm fuzzy blanket, a hot cup of coffee, and my Kindle as I listen to the rain come down from outside.
  • I love pumpkin flavored anything. My family gets a little tired of pumpkin by the end of the season. I tend to buy anything pumpkin flavored, bread, pumpkin cookies or anything I see in the store that looks good and bake it until they request that I bake something other than pumpkin flavoring. Lol…
  • I can’t wait for the nights to get cooler when I can actually snuggle up to my hubby when we sleep. The summers get so hot here that we can’t snuggle when it’s warm out.
  • I enjoy burning Yankee candles that smell like cinnamon, Macintosh apples and pumpkin scented flavors. There is nothing better than the sweet smell of the candle as it travels throughout the house. 
  • Once fall is here, I begin to look forward to the up and coming holidays that are just around the corner. But what really starts getting me excited about fall is I begin to look forward to my annual Vegas trips with my friends. Especially when I have the chance to get to know new ones. J

Four years after running away from the man she loved, Peyton Montgomery is coming home.

With nowhere to live, no money in the bank, and still stinging from being served her divorce papers, Peyton is returning to help her mother care for her father after a heart attack. Being back means eventually she’ll run into the man that broke her heart and ruined her for anyone else. When they do cross paths, Peyton soon discovers she wasn’t the only one that lost so much after she left. 

Because of one drunken mistake, Jackson Holt lost the woman he loved. Now he has a second chance at mending the relationship he once had with Peyton, but he has a confession he needs to get off his chest before they both can move forward and claim the life and the love they lost the night Peyton left.


QUOTE: “No ... not you and Kaylee, Jackson. Please tell me that this is all some kind of sick joke and you are lying to me.”


A reader with an insatiable appetite, Kenzie Cade spends a good bit of her time pouring over the words of some of her favorite authors as well as many new ones. Hidden in her own little corner of the world, she writes to keep the characters in her head happy. Kenzie is a southern belle with a shot of barroom brawl in her. She lives a mostly quiet life with her family and overzealous puppy in the middle of nowhere. Just the way she likes it.

  • The Changing of the Leaves—Here in Arkansas it’s like an actual event. Somewhere around the first or second week of October the trees start turning color and for a few weeks it’s like living in a world of Autumn colors—reds, golds, and oranges everywhere. I wish it could remain that way year round, but then it probably wouldn’t be as special.
  • Pumpkin Spice—Now, I’m not a coffee drinker… I know sacrilege among the profession. But I do drink hot chocolate, and there’s almost nothing I love better at Starbucks than Pumpkin Spice season. A Pumpkin Spice Hot Chocolate is to die for.
  • Thanksgiving—Yes, it’s at the tail-end of Fall, but who doesn’t love Thanksgiving? For one, I get to spend time with family whom I love and adore so very much—extended family and chosen family and friends who may as well be family. And then there’s the food, and for any of you who have ever been to a Southern girl’s Thanksgiving table, you know there’s barely room to sit your plate. My stomach’s growling just thinking about it.
  • Race for the Cure—At the end of October, I—along with most of the women in my family—join thousands of women from my state in Little Rock for the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure. I’m sure most of you have the same event somewhere near you as well. It’s a cause I have great hope in and support wholeheartedly.
  • No Shave November—For a couple reasons—first and foremost, by day, I work in the medical field and see the devastation cancer causes on a daily basis. NSN not only raises awareness for cancer as a whole, but also raises millions of dollars by encouraging men to forgo shaving for a month and instead donate the money they would normally spend on shaving. Secondly… scruff and beards. Everywhere. 

Sam Crowe lives a quiet life. He's a freelance journalist and sometimes fiction writer. His world is turned upside down when love lands on his doorstep—literally, while cursing up a G-rated storm. Son of a fish, indeed. Casey Sanders doesn't know whether it’s good luck or bad when he slips and falls on the icy steps of his apartment building, but the hero who comes to his rescue is worth the discomfort.

Their attraction is instant, but Sam is certain Casey's flirtation and kind words are a result of the pain medication. But Casey is persistent and won't give up until he has what he wants. And what he wants is Sam.

QUOTE: He’d never been the shy type, but something about Casey made him nervous. Maybe it was his all-knowing eyes. Maybe it was his confidence. Sam didn’t know, but he wanted to find out.


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.
If the world ends, she plans to survive as the spunky, comedic sidekick to the heroes of the new world, because she’s too damned short and out of shape to make it on her own for long.
To contact her about her books or to arrange end of the world team-ups, you can email her at

  • Autumn mists and fogs shrouding the world in a blanket of silence, wreathing the moon in cold whisps of white while the fog horns bray in the distance.
  • The first night it cools down enough to put the comforter back on the bed for added snuggly sleeping.
  • The crisp, skittering rustle of fallen leaves as you walk through them. (So long as someone else is raking)
  • I get to break out the mulled cider & hot chocolate again!
  • Taking time to enjoy the last few days of sunshine and blue skies before west coast monsoon season hits and I rust away until Spring.

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: “You and me, we’re going to happen, angel. We’ve already happened. You just don’t know it yet.”


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.

  • In ascending order, my 5th favorite thing about fall is the leaves turning. The colors as the green fades to fiery shades of yellow, orange, and red are vibrant and so much fun.
  • Number 4 on my list has to be the abundance of pumpkin and pumpkin products. Schweet jumping candy apples, I am a sucker for all things pumpkin tasting. Whether it’s pies, seeds, pumpkin spice lattes(yeah, I’m looking at YOU Starbucks), I am a sucker for the sweet pumpkiness of fall.
  • Number 3 on my list is the change in the air. After a grueling hot summer, it’s nice when the world cools down but only enough for a light jacket. 
  • Number two: Thanksgiving!! Family and good food is enough to make this event in the top three for me easily. It has turkey AND pumpkin! It’s A-mazing. End of story.
  • Andddd number one: HALLOWEEN! I love, love, love, love, LOVE Halloween. There is a manic amount of love that goes into this particular holiday for me. I decorate my entire house in frilly amounts of gothy paraphernalia and keep buckets and buckets of candy on hand. The horror movies! Halloween always makes a million horror movies on TV and I watch everything from American Horror Story to Hocus Pocus. So, in conclusion, fall is freaking awesome!

Hisoka Henderson wants to make the most of having Ciel in the beautiful French countryside. Despite the threat the Circle poses to their newfound happiness, he's determined to enjoy himself. After several failed kidnapping attempts, he's not sure if he is going to get his wish.

Ciel St. Germaine is a man used to being in control of his environment, but when people get past all his best defenses, he's furious at his own helplessness. He just wanted to enjoy the time in Europe with his familiar, not worry about twisted plots by power-hungry casters and a governing body determined to make him sorry for falling in love. 

When Hisoka goes missing, Ciel will have to pull every trick out of his hat in order to achieve the happily ever after they both desperately want. Can they find their place in Ciel's world or will outsiders finally drive a wedge between them that even magick can't fix?

QUOTE: “You’re practically vibrating,” Ciel murmured, reaching over and ruffling his hair like he was a kid. “Calm down. My family isn’t going to bite.”
“You don’t know that.” They were witches after all. 


Trinity Blacio has been writing now professionally for ten years. Currently she has available titles from Freya’s Bower, Ravenous Romance, Ellora's Caveand Riverdale Anenue Books with more to come. She is always excited to be writing, hearing from readers, and helping fellow authors. 

  • The beauty around me. Fall is my favorite season. I can sit outside and just watch the leaves falling, the colors are amazing. I love to take walks and just enjoy everything around me.
  • Temperatures love them in the fall. Sorry folks I’m so not a hot summer person. Give me a cool fall day anytime.  
  • Pumpkin rolls, pumpkin Frappuccino’s love anything to do with pumpkin. I love buying them and putting them around my house decorating.  
  • Kids go back to school!!! Maybe this should have been number one. Yes, I have children and the first day of school is the best.
  • Halloween, love watching all the children come up in their costumes trick-or-treating. Next to Christmas it’s one of my favorite holidays. 

Twenty-five years she’d given up of her life to only have her bed empty and cold beside her. Maria Tahoe, grandma, divorcee and going through menopause from hell. All she wanted was to spend time with her grand-babies and live a quiet life, but it seemed fate had different plans for her. 

A second chance to start all over, but of course there had to be danger with said chance. Could Maria stay alive long enough to fulfill her true destiny with this man, Alexander Winslow or was it wishful dreams wanting love for this Grandma?

QUOTE: The man had Maria squirming in her seat, as everything south of her belly button seemed to be burning. Even her nipples had hardened under his watchful scan. The man had the deepest dark-blue eyes she’d ever seen. The fact she could see them from across the street was amazing. 

"Plus, I’m only fifty, and I’m sure not dead, like your father wishes sometimes."

An avid reader and story teller, wife, mother and educator, Evelise is living her dream with her loving husband, two dogs , a rabbit, and three children who visit often. Fueled by desire for a strong cup of coffee and a passion for literature, Evelise can be found reading her favorite books on her e-reader or in front of her lap top spinning her next tale.

  • My Friday Fall treat, during the season - Pumpkin Spice Cappuccino from our local convenient store. I actually mix it with regular dark roast coffee, since I'm not a huge fan of sugary drinks. Mixing it, gives it a stronger taste which I love. Yummy!
  • Okay, so I don't have a green thumb, but lord help me every year I buy mums. I never plant them in the ground because I wouldn't know what to do with them when it wasn't the season, so I put them all around the front and the deck in big pots. I love the colors.
  • Boots! I love wearing boots! High hooker boots, combat boots, cowboy boots, biker boots, any and all boots. Boots go with any outfit and Fall gives me an excuse to go out and buy a new pair or two...or maybe three or four.
  • As a sport fanatic, football as to make my list. Professional or college, I not only watch my teams but any one else's too. I love a great football game.
  • My last favorite thing about the Fall, is The Pit. My husband bought me a pit for the deck and love going out there on the chilly nights. We light the pit, open the French doors so we can see the television and drink beer while making s'mores. I wrap ,myself up in my favorite blanket and rock on the glider. We're usually out there until one in the morning and I love it!

Three fierce warriors are hired to search for and retrieve a lost diamond- a diamond globe reputed to have magical powers for those who have it in their possession. Eri Akari, Cheveyo Cloud and Adolfo Martino -  Mercenaries for hire, tired and restless, look to live a simpler life. Lovers and compatriots, one last mission with a large payoff can be just the ticket they need to get out of the business. Fahad Bahar al Menoit walks into their lives in need of help; little does he know that the help he may receive could cost him everything he treasures.
What happens when you mix an eagle, whale and wolf with a sleek panther? Can true happiness be found and what power does the diamond globe truly hold? Is wealth found in a bank account or is true wealth found in the heart?

QUOTE: “Well, it’s a good thing I like dick.” 


Hi all y'all!

Patricia A. Knight is the pen name for an eternal romantic who lives in Dallas, Texas with her horses, Italian Greyhounds, "Gidget the Rescue Chihuahua"—and the best man on the face of the earth—oh yeah, and the most enormous bullfrogs you will ever see. Word to the wise: don’t swim in the pool after dark.
I love to hear from my readers and can be reached at  or Or send me an email at

Reviews assist an author tremendously. Please consider leaving a review (good or bad) with Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Goodreads, Smashwords or any other website of your choosing. 

Thank you so much, 

P. A. Knight
  • The kiddies are back in school! This means I can go to my favorite campgrounds in my RV, sit outside in the cool air and write to the sounds of nature. If the day is warm enough (I like to camp in the southwest) I can wander to the local swimming pool and float about without worry that my Kindle will be submerged by an exuberant game of Marco. Polo.  Life seems to quiet down without the little darlings sproinging up here and there.
  • When the air does cool off, lighting a fire in the fireplace and snuggling in for a romantic evening with my sweetie always puts me in a fabulous mood--as does firing up the hot tub and soaking with a gin & tonic.
  • My favorite TV shows debut a new season!! Yeah!! A Person of Interest, The Black List, The Voice, Dancing With the Stars, Strikeback, Game of Thrones, just to name a few. LOL
  • Taking long walks with the dogs and not worrying that I will have to carry them home because of heat-stroke--a real possibility with my Italian Greyhound, Bella. Giget, my Papihuahua (Papilion + Chihuahua), is more durable but even her tongue hangs low.
  • Pansies!  

Book Four in the Verdantian Series - Stand alone. Not a cliff-hanger. HEA 360 pages. M/F, Mild D/s themes, light spanking, and an over-sexed but sensitive prince with a hero complex.

Scornfully rejected by her desert lover and uncertain of her place in the world, Adonia travels an arduous road fraught with peril to the fabled mountain-city of Nyth Uchel. She wishes to heal their sick and dying, but in the arms of Hel—their highborn prince—Adonia finds where she wants to belong.

Noble born, a descendant of the greatest kings their planet has known, Hel willingly bears the burden of his dying city and its people on his massive shoulders—alone. But forced to watch helplessly as a dark evil attacks the very soil under his feet, he crushes his pride to summon help. He is staggered to discover the answer to saving his city and perhaps all Verdantia might lie behind a heavy fall of chocolate hair and shy brown eyes.
As their entire planet faces encroaching black death, Hel and Adonia, two seemingly disparate individuals, forge a partnership of love and sacrifice that alters their future forever. All of Verdantia will be tested.
TEASE: “Yes. I know all about soul-wraiths.” Ramsey frowned. “How did you avoid them in the past?”
“Set a perimeter of energized diaman crystal. That will keep them at bay.” Hel smiled without humor. “I have the diaman crystal in my saddle pack. I lack a sexual partner to energize them. I had intended to return with a magistra but a magisterwill work as well. Care to volunteer?”
“Only if I top,” Ramsey snapped. 
“You’d have to kill me first,” returned Hel.
“With pleasure.” 
Steffania took a breath. Ram cut her off. “No. I don’t share you, Vixen.” 
Fear of the unknown almost froze Adonia’s tongue, but she was the obvious answer. She could do this. The opportunity would never present itself again. “I’ll be your partner.” 


Jess Buffett was born and raised in New South Wales, Australia. She is a mum of two, married to her high school sweetheart.

Jess is a hopeless romantic who is a huge fan of M/M and M/F romance with a happy ending—anything with hunky men in all their glory, whether they be Shifters, Vampires, Cowboys, or the boy next door. 

A caffeine addict who shamefully can’t make a decent cup of coffee to save her life, Jess believes in soul mates, happily ever afters, and in love at first sight, but that sometimes people need a second or a third for the brain to catch up.

My five fav things about fall?
  • It means the end of summer. Lol. Here in Australia Summer can be so scorching, and while I love the beach as much as the next Aussie, there is definitely something to be said for not having to live in air-conditioning.
  • The leaves. I’m a sucker for the way the leaves turn. All those different colours.
  • I love having an excuse to wear my ugg boots and the sooner it gets colder, the sooner I can.
  • Fall/Autumn here in Australia isn’t at the end of the year with Halloween, but we do celebrate Easter and I LOVE chocolate! Lol
  • And last but certainly not least…it’s my birthday!

Zanth is a teacher making the best of his life until a chance encounter changes everything for him. It leaves him questioning everything: his life, his family, and his ability to love. 

When Guardian Liam is sent to collect his charge and bring him home, the last thing he expected is to discover the young, clueless man is meant to be his. Now he must explain the past to save the future to a man with no knowledge of his worth. 

Will a Tribe gain the leader they have waited years for? Does the evil from the past finally receive their vengeance? Or can Liam convince Zanth that apart means death to all but together, they are unstoppable?

QUOTE: “You are so very important to me, Zanth. Not because of your position in our Tribe, not because I have been ordered here. I will keep you safe, give you the family you were supposed to have...and I make this promise, not as the Guardian assigned to bring you home, but as someone who cares very deeply for you.”


Zayne Michaels is a small-town girl who grew up and ran off to the big city. She currently resides in the Midwest where she spends her days dreaming up dark, sexy adventures in between soccer games and the never-ending pile of laundry. 
Zayne's fascination with old and discarded treasures has always been a source of inspiration for her tales. From antique clocks to old, dilapidated houses, her imagination turns to the "what ifs" and "what used to bes." 
Maybe this love for the abandoned is why she is a firm advocate of second chances, or perhaps she's just a little crazy. Whatever the reason, Zayne believes everyone chooses their own path, creates their own destiny, and is the author of their own story.
Oh, how I love fall, let me count the ways!
  • So many colors! I grew up in Southern Oklahoma, and we would always drive to Arkansas during the fall, up into the Ozark Mountains, and it is simply breathtaking during the fall.
  • Hoodies! I may be a bit obsessed with hoodies, but they really are my favorite lazy day apparel.
  • Cloudy Days! The clouds start rolling in sometime around the end of September here in the Midwest and they usually don’t leave until April. The sun is great, but cloudy days are best for writing!
  • Halloween movies! My kids are too old for trick-or-treating now, but we love to gather in the family room and watch all the Halloween movies that come on television. Hocus Pocus is my favorite!
  • The wonderful smells! From homemade pumpkin bread to the wood fires burning, mulled cider, cinnamon, and everything in between, I love it all!

Convinced a clean break was the only way to protect the man he loved, Micah Hayden shut down, closed himself off, and spent more than a decade running from his mistakes. Twelve miserable years later, he’s come home to take his rightful place as Alpha, and if he has his say in the matter, reclaim the love that was stolen from him.
When Micah kicked him out and crushed his heart, August Tucker didn’t think he’d ever heal from the loss. Slowly, though, he rebuilt his life—a life far away from the painful memories of the past. So, when he learns Micah is back in town and wants to see him, August knows he should refuse, because even a brief reunion could destroy the walls he’s built around his heart.
Unfortunately, he may not have a choice. Someone wants him dead, someone willing to go to any lengths to succeed. With his list of allies growing thin, he has no choice but to turn to his old love for help.


QUOTE: "It's not my home, Micah. Not anymore."

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

  • I love it when the leaves change colors...although it seems like fall only lasts about two weeks before it gets damn cold in Chicago, the scenery is beautiful and always brings back good memories. 
  • It’s always nice to settle in to read a good book with a mug of hot chocolate to ward off the chill. 
  • For some reason I always seem to be more productive in the fall. During the summer it’s so easy to get distracted, but fall makes me want to write. 
  • Fall means the holiday season is right around the corner... 
  • And finally, although this might sound like a crazy reason...I love when fall comes around and I can break out some of my cute outfits that can only be worn in cooler weather. ;)

Daryk “Dare” Nyght is a man on the edge. As a trauma surgeon in the Army, he has seen his share of combat, but his high-risk lifestyle has left him burnt out and in desperate need of some peace. A man without a home, Dare heads to the small town of Breakers to get some rest and spend some time with a few friends, but what he finds there is more than he ever expected...

Evelyn Beaumont is a woman who seems to have it all. Evie has grace, beauty and wealth, but she hides from painful memories by burying herself in her work at the rescue center she runs. When these two lost souls come together in a clash of wills, the sparks between them are undeniable. Will passion be enough or can they find a way to open their hearts for a chance at true love? 

QUOTE:"You’re not Evie to me. Evie is someone’s friend. Eve is the woman I want screaming my name while I’m inside you.”

Don't miss Laurie's September Symposium: Sexy Back!