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Tuesday, October 21, 2014


A Highland Wolf Christmas by Terry Spear

It's going to take a lot of mistletoe…

Guthrie MacNeill, financial advisor for his clan and werewolf pack, is at his wit's end when the pack leader's mate hires a gorgeous party planner to bring holiday cheer to the castle. Guthrie's wildly attracted to Calla, except he can't reconcile the fact that his job is to save the clan's money, and hers seems to be to spend it.

To warm this Highlander's heart

Calla Stewart has never had a more difficult client. The laird and lady of the castle are delightful, but the handsome Highlander holding the purse strings is quite impossible. Since she specializes in holiday magic, Calla hopes she can make the scrooge-like wolf lighten up. Then Guthrie takes on the role of Highland warrior to protect her from an unexpected threat, and the holidays take a turn for the passionate.


Women shrieked and shouted, but Calla was on the other side of the tree where she couldn’t see the commotion. But then she saw the twelve-foot tree toppling over—right toward her.

Before Calla could get out of the way, something hit her hard from the side and slammed her against the floor. Just before the tree landed on top of them. He was on top of her, smelling like the great outdoors, fir tree, and musky, sexy male wolf. Guthrie.

“Sorry,” he mumbled against her ear, branches framing his head and touching the floor on either side of her. “I meant to rescue you.”

She smiled. “From … the tree?”

He smiled back. “That was the idea.”

Guthrie lifted his head, smiling at her with a mischievous glint in his green eyes. Despite all the commotion, and to Calla’s surprise, Guthrie kissed her. His lips were warm and masculine and tasted like wassail. Cinnamon, apple cider, and oranges. She licked his mouth to enjoy more of the taste and he licked her back, smiling. Then he deepened the kiss.

Oh my God! She hadn’t felt this naughty in forever! The men were going to move the tree soon, and here she and Guthrie would be. Kissing. In front of several members of his pack.

Cowboy Boots For Christmas by Carolyn Brown

After two tours in Afghanistan, retired Army sniper Finn O'Donnell believes his new ranch outside the sleepy little town of Burnt Boot, Texas, is the perfect place for an undisturbed holiday season. But before he can settle in, an old friend shows up looking for protection and a place where nobody knows her name.

But that's going to take a miracle...

Callie Brewster must relocate to protect her young nephew, Martin, and the only person she trusts is her old Army friend, Finn. Burnt Boot seems like the perfect place to be anonymous, but it turns out a small town with big drama is no place to hide...


Callie was standing in front of the window, staring out like a bird in a cage. He crossed the room in long strides, scooped her up, and sat down in the rocking chair with her.

“I’m scared,” she said.

“I know. So am I.”

“This is too perfect, Finn. There’s a grenade somewhere and the pin is pulled. It’s just a matter of time until it all goes boom. I figured if I left now, it would be with good memories and not horrible ones. But I don’t want to leave. Just thinking of walking away from you breaks my heart.”

He tangled his fingers in her hair and held her head against his chest. “I’ll help you work through the fear if you’ll do the same for me.”

She drew her head back, her aqua-colored eyes swimming in tears. “Don’t bullshit me, O’Donnell. You’d face off with the devil.”

He let go of her hair and bent just enough that their lips touched in a salty kiss. Her arms sent desire shooting through his body when they laced around his neck. The kiss deepened into more as she opened her mouth and let his tongue inside to make love to her mouth.

“Darlin’, never doubt that my fears are every bit as big as yours, with commitment topping the list in big bold letters. Don’t run away, Callie. I need you to stay,” he whispered softly.

What a Lady Needs For Christmas by Grace Burrowes

Lady Joan Flynn needs a husband—any husband—if she’s not to find scandal and mischief under her Christmas tree; Scottish wool magnate Dante “Hard-hearted” Hartwell needs an aristocratic wife to gain access to the financing that will keep his wool mills secure. Can holiday magic spin an expedient match into true love, and wary differences into trust?


Dante and Joan’s wedding night has begun with a discussion of holiday gift-giving, though neither bride nor groom can stay focused on that topic for very long…

Joan stretched out her chilly foot, and encountered Dante’s calf. His bare, warm, hairy calf, because her husband slept without the benefit—or hindrance—of clothing.

He moved onto his side, facing Joan. “What shall I get you for Christmas, Mrs. Hartwell?”

“You’ve given me your very name. That’s gift enough.” Also his trust, his respect, his kisses…so many treasures.

He rolled to his back, suggesting Joan had provided the wrong answer.

“I don’t want your gratitude, madam. Loyalty, fidelity, and a good-faith effort to make something of this marriage will be a fine bargain on both of our parts. The marriage is as much opportunity for me as it is convenient for you.”

Joan did not want a fine bargain, but she did want the warmth her husband’s body gave off. She yielded to the craving and snuggled right up to his side. His arms came around her, as if they’d spent many nights visiting their way to shared sleep.

“I kept my nightgown on.”

“I know, lass. I’ll forgive you that modesty if you kiss me.”

She kissed him, and the contour of his lips told her he was smiling. “You should kiss me too, sir. My feet are cold.”

“You need your new husband to warm them up?”

Joan needed her new husband in so many ways. “Shall I take off my nightgown?” She didn’t want to, but Dante was naked, and the intimacies she’d tried hard not to dwell on were commencing.

“You feel safer with it on,” he said, shifting to blanket her with his body. “I’ll try not to tear it.”

Gracious. “I can stitch it back together if you do.”

He nuzzled her ear, sending a shivery feeling down Joan’s spine. “Kiss me some more, Mrs. Hartwell.”

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Her Lone Wolf
Series: X-Ops Book 2
Author: Paige Tyler
Pubdate: November 4th, 2014

Leaving him was Impossible…
It took everything she had for FBI Special Agent Danica Beckett to walk away from the man she loved. But if she wants to save his life, she has to keep her distance. Now, with a killer on the loose and the stakes higher than ever before, the Department of Covert Ops is forcing  these former lovers into an uneasy alliance…whether they like it or not.

Seeing her again is even worse
The last thing Clayne Buchanan wants is to be shackled to the woman who broke his heart. She gets under his skin in a way no one ever has and makes him want things he has no right to anymore. All he has to do is suffer through this case and he can be free of her for good. But when Clayne finds out why Danica left in the first place, everything he’s tried to bury comes roaring back—and there’s no way this wolf shifter is going to let her get away this time.

Paige Tyler is the USA Today bestselling author of sexy, romantic fiction. She and her very own military hero (also known as her husband) live on the beautiful Florida coast with their adorable fur baby (also known as their dog). Paige graduated with a degree in education, but decided to pursue her passion and write books about hunky alpha males and the kickbutt heroines who fall in love with them. Visit


“I’m sorry,” she murmured.
Clayne tipped his head to one side to look at her face. Her cheek was resting against his forearm. It was the first time he realized her complexion was so much lighter than his, almost creamy in comparison to his naturally tanned skin.
“About what?”
“I should have told you earlier that I was having an issue with the cold,” she said. “I was being stupid and stubborn. If the contact had shown up, I probably would have been too cold to be of much use to you.”
Clayne doubted it. “I don’t know about that. You feeling better now?”
He felt pretty damn good, that was for sure. He especially liked the part where his arm draped across her soft breasts. Which, now that he thought about it, was a dangerous place for his arm to be. He tried to relocate it to a safer spot, but she wasn’t having any of it. If anything, she pulled him even tighter.
“Much better,” she said in answer to his question. “I wish I knew your body was this warm before. I would have cuddled up with you every night.” She stiffened suddenly, as if realizing what she’d just said. “Um, that didn’t quite come out the way I intended it. I just meant…”
“Forget about it,” he said softly. “I know what you meant. It’s completely understandable that you’d want to cuddle up with me. I’m pretty irresistible.”
Danica laughed, relaxing against him again. “Yeah, right. You’re just a big, strong guy with a soft, gooey center.”
His mouth twitched. “Exactly.”

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Monday, October 20, 2014

Release: To Love A King by Shona Husk

To keep the balance between good and evil at the Court of Annwyn, Prince Felan ap Gwyn has two weeks to marry and take the crown. But he wants more than just power—he wants love; a love he once had but was too foolish to hold on to.

It took years for Jacqueline Ara to put her life back together after Felan abandoned her. She’s moved on, even if her heart still burns for him. But with war in Annwyn looming and death creeping into the mortal world, Felan and Jacqui will need to heal old wounds and rekindle the passion that once welled between them…or face losing everything.


BBL: What is one of your favorite Myths/legends to write about?

SH: I like Beauty and the Beast (which was part of the inspiration for The Goblin King). And I like to research myths. At the moment I’m still researching fairy lore to incorporate into the next three Annwyn books (out in 2015). There is so much fascinating lore out there in fairytales, myths and legends. CathSiths, Kelpies and banshees are all part of the fairy world, and will appear in future books.
When writing do you have a playlist of music you like to listen to?What are a couple songs on it?

Some books have playlists, others it’s just one or two songs. For To Love a King some of the songs were:

Sleep Alone—Bat for Lashes

Until the End of the World—U2

Everyone’s Waiting—Missy Higgins

Trembling Hands—The Temper Trap

No Light, No Light—Florence and the Machine

BBL: What do you do when you think nobody is watching?

SH: Dance like an idiot to whatever is on the radio. Talk to the cats in meows…the usual stuff.
What was your favorite childhood book?

Playing Beattie Bow by Ruth Park (although I would’ve been around 11 when I read it, it’s one of those books that stuck with me). I’m reading it to my kids at the moment. The other book that stuck with me was Daggerspell by Katherine Kerr. I was 14 when I read it and I loved it so much I kept up with the series…all 15 books that took over a decade to come out. 

BBL: What is your favorite addition to chocolate?

SH: More chocolate! Seriously I love mint chocolate and also Green and Blacks Maya Gold which has cinnamon and orange flavors
BBL: What does your husband/significant other say about your writing erotic stories? What about your family and/or do they read your books?

My hubby doesn’t care. He does wonder how I think up all the plots though…but they are just there waiting to be written. My sister reads most of my stuff, sometimes before it’s published, sometimes after. Often I bounce ideas off her as I world build.
BBL: Besides your own, what is one of your favorite series to keep up with?

SH: I love the Dresden Files by Jim Butcher. I’m also enjoying the Roaring Twenties (historical paranormal romance) by Jenn Bennett. The erotic regency diaries by Viveka Portman are also a lot of fun.
BBL: What do you think you would be doing if you weren't writing?

SH: I was a civil designer so I’d probably still be doing that. While designing roads was fun writing books and building new worlds is better :)
BBL: Do you have any hobbies or activities you enjoy doing?

SH: I like martial arts. At the moment I’m doing aikido. I also run, do cross stitch and dabble in a little drawing and painting.
BBL: What is something you do to de-stress?

SH: Eat chocolate which leads to running. I also meditate or listen to music. Singing along to Shout by Tear for Fears is very therapeutic.
BBL: We all know about muses...what do you think inspires you to allow your creative juices flowing? 

SH: Deadlines are very motivational. I know they scare some people but I like them (that could be my engineering and project management background). I also use tarot cards for inspiration. I also believe in never stopping learning. I take classes, I read nonfiction (as well as fiction) so I’m always giving my subconscious new things to mull over which I think is very important.

~ 10 Fun Facts ~

I had a black belt before I turned 16 

I have completed a Tough Mudder 

I plot extensively before I start writing. 

I can’t make meringue. 

I am always tweaking recipes. 

I play the violin very badly because I don’t practice enough. 

I can sew and follow a pattern and have made ball gowns. 

I have a piercing and a tattoo. 

Cat person not a dog person. 

I married my high school sweetheart. 

~ BLURB ~ 

He’s Trying to Reclaim His Past

To keep the balance between good and evil at the court of Annwyn, Prince Felanap Gwyn has two weeks to marry and take the crown. But he wants more than just power—he wants love; a love he once had but was too stubborn to hold on to.

She’s Struggling to Face the Future

It took years for Jacqueline Ara to put her life back together after Felan abandoned her. She’s moved on, even if her heart still burns for him. But with war in Annwyn looming and death bleeding into the mortal world, Felan and Jacquie will need to heal old wounds and rekindle the passion that once welled between them…or face losing everything.

~ About The Author ~

A civil designer by day and an author by night, Shona Husk lives in Western Australia at the edge of the Indian Ocean. Drawing on history, myth, and imagination, she writes about heroes who are armed and dangerous but have hearts of gold—sometimes literally. She is the author of the Shadowlands series and the Court of Annwyn series. You can find more information about Shona and her edgy romances at or follow her on Twitter, @ShonaHusk. 

Friday, October 17, 2014

Release: One in a Million by Jill Shalvis

One in a Million

 By the time Tanner grabbed the empty chair and pulled it  out  for  himself,  Callies  heart  was  knocking  hard against her ribs in panic.
And okay, a little bit of lust as well. Or, you know, a lot. In checking up on her grandma, shed been through Lu- cilles social media pages. Instagram, Tumblr, Twitter… and shed inadvertently learned a lot about Lucky Harbors
One in particular.
Tanner Riggs was Lucky Harbors current most popular bachelor. Actually, Lucille had called him the Last Hot Sin- gle Guy for Two Hundred Miles. Callie wondered if he knew. Not that she was going to be the one to tell him if he didnt.
“Real pants today,Tanner noted. “I like the boots.” Shed argued with herself earlier when shed gotten
out of the shower and stared into her closet. Yoga pants or jeans? Dont care or care?
Turned out she cared. Hence the jeans.
And the boots. “Theyre my kick-ass boots,” she said.

He smiled and she forgot how to breathe. Just plain forgot.
You plan on kicking any ass today?” he asked.
Too early to tell,” she responded. Look at her, all smooth and cool. “But I wanted the odds balanced in my favor if anything comes up.
“I like the way you think.” He straightened out his leg, letting out a long, careful exhale as he did.
You okay?” she asked quietly.
Yes.” He drank deeply of his coffee and her gaze was drawn to his throat as he swallowed.
And then his broad chest. And flat abs.
And the way his jeans—faded and threadbare in some of the good spots—fit him. Which was perfectly. “I meant your leg,” she said.
“Its fine.” “Huh,” she said.
He slid her a look. “Huh what?”
Well, its just that ‘its fine’ is a typical guy response. Men tend to use ‘fine’ as a catchall.
A catchall.
Yeah,” she said. “You know, a noun, adjective, ad- verb, whatever. Tell me the truth—your leg could be literally falling off and youd still say it was fine, right?”
“Nah,” he said. “When it was actually threatening to fall off, I was most definitely not fine.
Her smile faded and she regretted her flippancy. “I’m sorry.
He shrugged. “Shit happens. You were saving me a seat,” he said, back to teasing.
“No,” she said in automatic denial. “I—”

He flashed her a knowing grin that was so innately Tanner-Riggs-of-the-Past—all cocky, popular football star, aka the guy shed never been able to say two words to without tripping over her own tongue—that she once again found herself momentarily tongue-tied.
“What are you working on?” he asked, gesturing to her laptop. “Ordering a litter? Designing three-D wedding in- vitations?”
“Both,” she managed to say in what she hoped was a perfectly normal voice.
Because you are perfectly normal, she reminded her- self. You are not just a computer geek. You are so much more. You…ah, hell. She couldnt think of a single thing when he was looking at her like that, like maybe she was amusing him again.
Your job suits you,” he said. “What does that mean?”
You have this sort of…” He waved his cup at her. “Dreamy, romantic air about you.
She let out a low laugh and he set his cup down, sitting forward, at attention. You going to start choking again?” he asked.
“No, she assured him. Or she hoped not anyway. And its not a romantic job. Its a technical job.
“How are hearts and flowers and chariots technical?”
he asked.
“Okay,” she conceded. “Maybe its romantic for a minute or two, if you believe in that sort of thing.
And you dont?” he asked.
“My job is to create the right setting to culminate their romance,” she said, trying to explain her job. “Thats all I can do. I cant guarantee a happy ending.

He grinned.
“Not that kind of a happy ending!” she said, and laughed in spite of herself. “The stats are completely against a real happily-ever-after, not that anyone wants to think about it while planning their wedding. Which means that should really be called But I doubt Id be able to make a living with that.
“Huh, Tanner said, cocking his head as he studied her. “Didnt see that coming.
Youre a cynic.” He gestured at her with his cup. All wrapped up in a sweet, warm package.
He thought she was sweet and warm.
Dont get excited, a little voice inside her warned. He also thought you were cute. Like a puppy. And he doesnt remember who you are. “I earned the cynicism, she said.
“Someone break your heart?”
He didnt say this with a mocking inflection. Nor did he sound like he was pitying her. She looked into his eyes— those hot-as-hell eyes—and saw that he was just genuinely curious. Which was the only reason she answered him. “Yes, actually, she said. “But it was my own fault.
“Hows that?”
His voice was low and a bit morning gruff, and she found herself staring at his mouth. “Thats a little bit per- sonal, dont you think?” she asked, her own voice low, too, but not because it was morning.
It was more because he was turning her on with little to no effort.
He leaned in and smiled. “You dont want to get per- sonal with me?”

Her breath caught. Her pulse skipped another beat. Or a hundred. And there were other reactions, too, things that really shouldnt be happening in public. But once upon a time shed dreamed about him wanting her. Shed even gone as far as to send him a secret Valentine, one of those anonymous lollypops with a heart that you paid a dollar to the student body fund for and then it was delivered to the recipients homeroom class in front of everyone.
Except Callie hadnt sent hers anonymously. Shed signed her name.
And hed never said a word about it.
And suddenly that bugged the crap out of her. Love sucked. Romance sucked. And even if that hadnt been true, there was no way she was going to admit her failures out loud to a guy she didnt really know. She shook her head. No, she didnt want to get personal.
You really dont believe in love?” he asked.
Did he think she was just being coy? “Lets just say that I know that love isnt enough, she said. And I’m not interested in it. Not for myself. She knew this without a shadow of a doubt. After all, shed had the perfect guy and the perfect life, and had planned the huge wedding to celebrate it—and itd ended with her heart crushed.
Nope. Love was not enough. Not by a long shot. Tanner startled her by running a finger along her temple,
tucking a wayward strand of hair behind her ear. A definite cynic, he said softly, meeting her gaze. I like it.
You do?”
“Not exactly a romantic myself,” he said, and leaned back. And no disrespect to your work, but I think love was something made up by Hallmark for Valentines Day and…well, wedding websites.

She laughed. Touché. “So I guess you think Valen- tines Day cards are pretty dumb, too. Even if, say, you got one from a girl who had a crush on you. She held her breath for a beat, and then someone bumped into him from behind and the moment was broken.
The cute brunette whod done the bumping sent a big smile Tanners way. “Sorry,” she said breathlessly. “My fault. Let me buy you a coffee to make up for it.
Tanner lifted his coffee. Already taken care of.
The woman looked disappointed but moved on and Tanner turned back to Callie. “Sorry, what were we talk- ing about?”
Well, shed been about to admit that shed once sent him a Valentines Day card, which meant shed also be admitting to her painful crush.
And that would lead to him saying out loud that he didnt remember her. So she was eternally grateful theyd been interrupted. “We were discussing you being a cynic too,” she said. “Youre not…involved.
“No,” he said. “I was married once, for about ten min- utes.
She knew all about him and Elisa. Itd been the talk of the town back then. “It didnt work out?”
His laugh was mirthless. “No. I got beat all to shit.
So she did have something in common with this big, built, tough, gorgeous man. “I’m sorry.
“It was a long time ago, he said. And I did get some- thing really great out of it. My son, Troy. But its not anything Id repeat.
She understood that. She lifted her coffee and touched it to his in a toast, acknowledging that they were in per- fect sync on this sentiment.

“If it makes you feel better, she said, “I got all the way to the altar before I got beat to shit. Didnt actually say the I dos but it was close enough to teach me that happily-ever-afters are for fiction.” She smiled. “Dont tell anyone, though. Its not exactly good for business.
He didnt smile back. In fact, his gaze was dark and unreadable but also somehow…warm. Commiserating without pity. Your secrets safe with me, he finally said softly, and they finished their coffee in comfortable si- lence.
Well, Tanner was comfortable anyway, at least going by his kick-back, sprawled posture in the chair.
Callie, not so much. She was wishing that she believed what shed said about not wanting romance for herself be- cause as she watched him, while pretending not to, she found herself aching just a little bit.
Damn, she really wished he remembered her. “Gotta get back to work,” he said and rose.
“Right,” she said. “Me too.” She slipped her laptop back into her bag. Then she stood up and…knocked over her coffee.
Tanner grabbed a stack of napkins and efficiently cleaned up the mess in about three seconds, during which time Callie ordered herself to get a grip. “Sorry, she said.
He shook his head. “No need.
Good. Great. No need for her to be sorry that she was an idiot. A clumsy idiot. She gathered the rest of her things, trying to keep her hands busy.
And her brain.
Just get out the door without further incident, she told herself. But Tanner was standing close, looking down at her, his dark, dark eyes holding hers prisoner.

“What?” she whispered.
Again he ran a finger along her temple, letting the touch linger. “I’m sorry I never thanked you for that Valentine,” he said quietly. “I should have.
And then he was gone. 



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