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Poll: Contest Prizes

I want to do a giveaway contest, but I’m divided on what I want to give away. So, since sticking up a reader poll seemed to work well the last few times I did them, I’m doing another one.

Thanks in advance for your participation. 😀



Blog Hop for Seditious’ Release!


, the fourth book in the Light-Bearer Series, is out for pre-sale! So, hop over to Amazon and check it out HERE. Also, check out details about a giveaway for the blog hop at the end of the post!  Prizes and giveaways?  Yes, please!  It’s definitely a party, so come celebrate with us!

The Light-Bearer Series is a Young Adult, Paranormal Romance.  It’s got all the cool stuff.  Vampires and angels, as well as adventure and action that will keep you turning the pages. I’m a fan of the angel/vampire thing, and it’s also something I’ve used in one of my own series as well.

So, learn more about Seditious by reading it’s book description, and an excerpt from the book. Be sure to check out the other participating blogs at the end of this post.


Book Description:

perf5.500x8.500.inddLife at the Castle Charmeine is blissful until reality of the ruling the Elder Council of the Blood-Hunters causes dissent. An unexpected depth to both Tabbruis and Dmitri’s personalities humanizes both men.

This novel shows a side to Tabbruis and Charmeine’s relationship which will throw any reader of The Light-Bearer Series off kilter. Seditious is the continuation of their romantic and turbulent love story and mission on Earth to battle Lucifer’s minions!

Lord Cromwell is a lethal Blood-Hunter who has escaped the Elder Council Prison. He sends his beautiful agent to cause destruction to those who live at the Castle Charmeine.

Bathsheba is a deadly, sexy, and vicious siren who threatens Charmeine and Baby Hunter. Not just with her present actions, but, with the past she shares with Tabbruis and Dmitri. However, the family works together to unravel Bathsheba’s deadly secrets.

Just when you think they are in the clear, a more heinous and ominous villain waits in the wings to tear apart our ill-fated lovers, Charmeine and Tabbruis.

Seditious is a heart wrenching and exciting story of passion, betrayal, and redemption you will not want to miss!



Charmeine knew this beautiful woman was a very powerful Blood-Hunter. She felt Baby Hunter kicking and fought to control her anxiety.

“Ah, yes, very good gentlemen. We have her now.” The mysterious woman told the men in a thick, French accent. She gazed with wide spellbinding eyes at Charmeine. She looked like a cat ready to pounce on her prey.

The man who held Charmeine pushed her to go out the terrace doors.

She knew this was a kidnapping and worried for Baby Hunter. Charmeine struggled to gain some kind of fighting advantage.

The Light-Bearers practiced their self-defense skills with her daughter, Sandra, and worked on how to get out these hand-binding holds. After Charmeine’s encounters with Pascal, she never wanted to feel helpless again.

With speed and accuracy, Charmeine used her power to fly up backwards over the head of the Blood-Hunter. She broke out of his grip. Immediately, she leveled him with a powerful and fierce bolt of white electricity which stunned him into a stupor.

Percival took this opportunity to sweep the legs of the man who held him. He stunned his assailant, and made him fall down in pain with a green charge which ran through his body.

“Use your light for Athena!” Charmeine yelled to Percival.

Percival threw a green lightning bolt at the man who held Athena.

Within a second, the Blood-Hunter was on the ground. A green current cursed through him.

 “Halt!” the Blood-Hunter woman demanded.

Charmeine looked up and a hand gun was aimed at her belly.

The woman widened her indigo eyes with her fangs exposed. She threatened, “You really never know where a bullet will go? Do you?” she laughed.

Her maniacal giggles curdled Charmeine’s blood. She could tell the Blood-Hunter woman was telling the truth.

“Yes, the bullet could just land somewhere very unhealthy for your unborn spawn.” She circled Charmeine like a shark swimming around its prey. “Not that hurting spawn of this Light-Bearer scum would matter,” she quipped in a matter-of-fact way.

Charmeine began to feel waves of nausea and fought the urge to be sick.

“The offspring is just a by-product.” With a sinister laugh the woman scoffed, “Yes, a by-product which should be tossed aside and thrown away like the trash it is . . . as soon as we cut it out of you!”

She began to laugh with a vicious tone and stuck the gun in Charmeine’s belly ready to pull the trigger.


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And enter to win the prizes below here.

  • Autographed Copy of SEDITIOUS – US, UK, CAN, AUS
  • Autographed Copy of CHARMEINE, MACTUS and ACCENDO – US, UK, CAN, AUS
  • A $25 Amazon Card

Book Spotlight: Breaking the Silence


Breaking the Silence, by acclaimed author, Tricia Andersen’s is here!

a note fromsmExcited? I am!  I love the Hard Drive Series.  One thing that makes this series unique is that Tricia donates a huge chunk of the book’s sales to different causes.  For Breaking the Silence, a portion will go to Operation First Response.

The book also won the Gorgeous Gals Cover Art competition for Affaire de Coeur magazine, and is on Amazon’s list for hot new releases for September.

And if you didn’t know it, Tricia is one of my besties and we share the same publisher.  I also designed all the covers for this series 😀

So check out the book and the rest of the Hard Drive Series at!




Contemporary/Sports/Sweet Romance Novel

Book Blurb:

MMA Bad Boy Rico Choate falls for Avery, a deaf Marine – but will she stick around when she learns of his career in the octagon?

Rico Choate is a MMA bad boy with a love them and leave them attitude.  That is until he meets Avery Walker, a deaf Marine who lost her hearing when her transport is destroyed in an I.E.D explosion in Afghanistan.  He falls hard for her, even learning sign language from his friend, Chloe, so he can talk to her.  However, Avery’s hatred for all celebrities forces Rico to keep his career in mixed martial arts a secret.  How long can he keep such huge parts of his life separate?  And if she does find out will she leave him or put her stubborn pride aside to stay with the man she loves?


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Book Excerpt:

The next day didn’t fare much better for Rico. Another late shipment meant another afternoon arriving late at the gym. Fortunately, there was no class for him to teach. It was just a night to work out and answer questions, if need be. And it was the last day he needed to worry. By noon tomorrow, Max would be home and back at the helm of his own ship.

At the off ramp red light Rico noticed a text message. He clicked to open it.


Can you pick me up a cup of coffee on your way here?


Rico sighed. Now I’m Chloe’s delivery service? I didn’t agree to this. He quickly typed on the screen.


From where?


He waited for a response. As the light turned green, his phone chimed. He glanced at it before the traffic moved.


That cute coffee shop down the road. Thank you.


Rico sighed as he tossed his cell on the passenger seat. Driving past the gym with a growl, he didn’t stop until he reached the strip mall.

He stepped into the small shop with a gleaming smile. He glanced around. The dark stained shelves were lined with mugs, bags of coffee, and other trinkets. Another set of shelves was lined with books for patrons to read. Sofas and overstuffed recliners were scattered among the tables with mismatched chairs. Sitting on those chairs and sofas were lovely ladies already cooing at his presence. He laughed. I might just have to get a date or two before I leave.

Rico sauntered to the counter, where a tall, lanky redhead waited to take his order. After paying for a cup of coffee, he stepped back, winking at a girl sipping on a glass of iced tea. His eyes raked over her as she giggled. He grinned then glanced up behind the counter again.

He lost his breath. He felt his pulse pick up a notch. The last thing on earth he believed in was love at first sight. But in this moment, he was a true convert.

The barista barely came to his chest. Her long, blonde hair wisped in curls around her shoulders. Her frame was small, with perfect curves in all the right places. Her lips were a soft, very kissable pink. And when she looked up at him to hand him his drink, her eyes glittered a clear, crystal blue. She smiled then turned to fulfill the next order.

She never said one word to him. Him. Rico Choate. MMA superstar Rico Choate. His picture was on posters, in magazines.

And she didn’t say one word.

He was baffled. He gripped the coffee and rushed out the door. It wasn’t until he parked his Jeep at Hard Drive that he realized he hadn’t gotten one number, not from any of the women in the shop.

He rubbed his forehead, puzzled. He didn’t want any number. He just wanted the barista’s. But for the first time in his life, a woman wasn’t interested in him. He was still shaking his head when he strode into gym and plopped the paper cup down in front of an equally perplexed Chloe. Before she could even utter a syllable, he stormed out of her office and onto the mats.

Rico spent the rest of the afternoon working the speed and punching bags, hoping for a little bit of relief from his memory of the barista. He couldn’t get her out of his head. After a couple of hours, he couldn’t take it anymore. He jogged up the steps two at a time then ducked his head into the office.

“Need another cup of coffee?” he volunteered.

Chloe lifted up the empty cup. “I just finished this one. I’m—”

“Another cup coming right up.” Before Chloe could object, he was down the stairs and out the door. He hopped in the front seat of the Jeep, fired it on, and sped away. He brushed his fingers through his thick, brown hair as he waited at the lone stop light that separated Hard Drive from the coffee shop. He glanced at his reflection in the rearview mirror.

Then, he checked again. Yes, he looked incredible. The barista may have been able to blow him off before. She certainly wouldn’t miss him this time.

Rico stepped inside the cool, dimly lit store and glanced around. There were fewer people lounging than there were earlier. A couple of girls that had been there before waved in his direction. He ignored them as he approached the counter, frowning as he did so. The redhead greeted him with a goofy grin. “Need another jolt of java, bro?”

“Ummm…yeah.” Rico scanned behind the counter as he paid for the coffee. “Where’s the blonde who was here earlier?”

The redhead shot him a puzzled look. “Avery? You know her?”

“Not yet. But I’d like to.”

“Her shift is over. She’s heading to class. She just left to wait for the bus.” The barista handed him a paper cup. “Hey, aren’t you that MMA guy? I think I’ve seen you fight.”

“Yeah, probably.” Rico grabbed the drink and raced outside, never looking at the girls who now were vying for his attention. He searched up and down the sidewalk for the blonde barista. He picked up his pace again as his eyes landed on her standing at the corner, still dressed in her white blouse and khakis from the restaurant. A large, sky blue backpack nearly bursting at the seams was slung over her shoulder. She checked her watch as the bus crawled to a stop before her.

“Hey! Hey!” Rico shouted as she stepped on. She never turned, never acknowledged him. The door closed behind her, and the large beast chugged on its journey, leaving a dumbfounded Rico behind.


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New Release: Challenging


Is Proud to Present


by Lisa Drummond

About the Author

Bonjour ladies and gentlemen.

I’m originally from the US where I grew up in your typical small town in middle America. Now in my late 20’s I live in France with my two lovers, Renard and Monique. We share a lovely apartment in Paris where I study interior design and my roomies are enrolled in art school.

I don’t know what the normal erotic author looks like but to set your mind at ease I have waist length red hair, long toned legs and a body most women would kill for. To that end several times clothing designers pleaded, on their knees, for me to model their clothes. I refused them as I found them lacking in many area, one in particular.

About a year ago I took up writing at the encouragement of Monique. She thought the world should know how in love the three of us are. When I stared to put pen to paper, so to speak, I didn’t want your typical erotic stories so I searched for the best way to express our emotions. It was Renard who suggested shapeshifters as he’d just finished a series of paintings on the subject.

I’ve found that I love writing so much I plan to cut back on my classes so I can devote more time to giving you hot, steamy erotic romance.


Challenging (Clan Wolverine 3)Blurb:

On learning they have new shapeshifter powers, Tatiana and Rich return to his log house in the woods. No sooner do they arrive than the Spirit materializes to give them amazing news. Wishing to stay safe from harm, Tatiana, at Rich’s urging, decides to go into hiding at his lakeside home.

As days slowly turn into weeks they settle into a comfortable life, each looking after the other both emotionally and in the bedroom.

Finally, the big day comes when they get to see what the Spirit told them.

How this revelation will change their lives, they can only guess.

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Excerpt 1

This will get both of your brains into what I want, she thought as she started to come, not realizing he was standing in the doorway.

“That’s not going to work except get you to come again. Look Tatiana, I’ve got a feeling we could be in real trouble and we need to figure out how to handle it.”

Not even getting caught made her blush, but she knew he was right. Against her baser needs she stopped and covered herself.

“Sorry. I guess I’m wanting to hide from what I learned, which is the same as you.”

“I understand, darling, but we have to deal with it before it gets out of hand. I can tell you this, though, I’m not leaving you. As we learned at my house, we are meant to be together and bring a new generation of shifters into the world.”

“I’m glad you want to stay with me because I can’t ever see leaving you. I’d rather die first,” Tatiana said, taking the offered wine glass then taking a sip.

“What did your mistress tell you?”

“Like the Spirit told us, there’s a new shifter coming which will change our lives forever. Fortunately she didn’t seem to focus on me but everyone in the conclave. That’s what has me worried though,” she started.

“I don’t understand. If she didn’t target you, why would that make you nervous? I’d think you’d be relieved.”

“She seemed to be concentrating on one of the older clan members, which makes me wonder if, besides us, something or someone else might be coming.”

“You mean to endanger us?”

“Yes. What if another type of shifter is coming which can hurt or kill one or both of us? Then everything would be lost.”

“I find this interesting because my master led us to believe what was coming would be the dawning of a new age. Either one or both are lying to get us to come out into the open.”

“Rich, what did he mean by new age, since it’s similar to what my mistress told us?”

“That’s something I’m not sure about. Like with your mistress, he didn’t set his sights on one shifter in particular, but all of us.”

Tatiana took another sip of her wine, enjoying the fruity taste of it, and settled back against the thick pillows. Between what she’d learned at her clan meeting and what Rich now told her, she knew, or at least suspected, someone was lying. What she did know was it wasn’t him as she’d learned if he was while staying at his log house.

Was it possible both clan heads knew they were part of the new change, which threatened their leadership and power over everyone? Studying Rich, she could tell he was having the same thoughts, which was good as it would put them both on the offensive if necessary.


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Other books by Lisa Drummond:

  • Awakening- Book 1 in Clan Wolverine series
  • Beginning- Book 2 in Clan Wolverine series


Guest Post: White Cotton

Here’s a great story written by one of my favorite fellow wordpressors, Rich.  If you haven’t checked out his blog, do so here.  And if you ever need to hire an editor, hit him up for that.  He’s awesome at it 😉


“Don’t get attached.”

“It’s just sex.”

“Don’t take anything personally.”

“You’re an actor, pretending to be someone else.”

“Think of it as working out at the gym or cheerleading practice.”

There were other things Jess had told Marti a year ago about becoming as an escort.  Grades in college were not as good as they should have been, and there was no time to work even if a part-time job was available.  Luckily, college towns have a lot of college money, and they’re willing to pay for college students.

“It’ll be fine.  They’re all tested, and they’re all traceable if something happens.  They won’t hurt you, but trust me that you’ll hurt them.  You’ll break their hearts because they’re going to want you.  They’re going to tell you that they’ll dump their wives for you.  Trust me, it never happens.  But you want to make them say it anyway, because it means they’ll be back.  And their wallets will open a little further each time.  And so will you.”

When bills were mounting, it was important to simplify.  When they would go out to clubs, Jess was always paying, until the pride was swallowed and the question was asked.  Jess said, “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to ask.  Let’s get out of here, and I’ll tell you all about it.”  Marti had never seen Jess with so big a smile.

“No friggin’ way!”

“Swear to God.”

“How can you do that?”

“I said the same thing, and it was way easier than I thought.  All the work is done for you.  You just show up, there are so many clothes and outfits to choose from.  Ms. Coven, the boss, she’ll buy you whatever you want.  Most of the time they’ll tell you what to wear anyway.  You just might have to grease yourself up a little.  It’s all safe, all protected.  It’s far enough out of town.  You won’t see any of the stupid college guys from around here because they’d never be able to afford you.  You might see their fathers though.   And please keep this in mind.  They only take beautiful people.  If you weren’t pretty enough, I would not have told you all this.”

The rent paid for room 6I at the Ivy Arms was easily covered by the clientele.  Ms. Coven had the only key.  She had the only list of her staff.  She had the only list of the clients.  As far as anyone in the building knew, a nice, older woman lived very quietly and had occasional business partners for daytime meetings.  If something went wrong, she had her explanation solid.  “It’s not prostitution.  This nice couple hired me as a sex therapist.”

It was a small, two-bedroom suite for which Ms. Coven got a reduced rent because of the renovations she paid for, specifically the master bathroom with the double vanity, garden tub, grotto double-sized shower with cushioned benches, and heat lamps.  More time was spent in the bathroom suite than the bedroom but often through choice.  All staff and clients were required to shower both before and after visits or it would be the last time either that client or staff ever set foot in the apartment.  Even so, most clients just could not wait and wanted business to begin with the shower, often ending there as well.

The second bedroom was Ms. Coven’s secure office.  It was simply furnished and mainly served as a place where occasionally Ms. Coven would hide, listen, and watch occasional transactions through hidden camera and microphones.  She was smart enough to leave nothing directly connected to her in the apartment, which was actually rented by a company called “Behavioral Health Associates,” which was nothing more than a post office box on the other side of the country.  She had a degree in social science and had the credentials to claim to be a therapist

When Ms. Coven met Marti, she was so pleased that she gave Jess double the usual recruiting bonus.  In the envelope with the money was a note that said, “This one is going to break hearts.”  After the first year, a few hearts had been broken, but Marti’s was one of them.

In apartment 6I, everyone had their own armoire with their favorite “gift wrappings.”  That’s what Ms. Coven called their lingerie and accessories such as blindfolds, handcuffs, toys, lotions, etc.  She supplied them with anything they needed, and anything they needed was theirs alone without any sharing.  Safer that way.  Ms. Coven was willing to spend up front because trends had shown that investments in this business eventually more than paid for themselves.

“Yes, Ms. Coven,” Marti said.  “I know.  I’ve had this type before.  I can handle it.”

After a shower and a peek at the clock, the armoire that said “Marti” opened.  “I’ve had this type before,” was said again silently.  But those words were said months ago.  The voice mail that day said he was wealthy but shy, and if all went well, this one would want Marti all to himself, exclusively, and he’d be able to pay the extra easily and regularly.  Memories of him brought Marti to reach for just the right item in the armoire: his white dress shirt.  Marti’s eyes closed while buttoning, then unbuttoning.  Memories of how he unbuttoned it, or tried to the first time.  His fingers unable to coordinate, twice getting them out of sequence, and it was amazingly cute.  Sure, in basic terms, he was paying money to fuck Marti.  But other than that, amazingly cute.

Jess had warned her that some girls had gotten too attached, believing they’ll convince guys to dump their wives for them and save them from this job.  Jess had done it once, and it did not end well.  Nor had it ended well for Marti.

Sitting on the bed were memories of one of their more special times.

He had a weekend conference in Florida and flew Marti down, had a car waiting, and they enjoyed the pool and beach when he wasn’t in meetings.  They met in the bar at lunch and pretended to have just met.  They met at a restaurant away from the conference hotel and pretended to have just met.  They met at clubs a cab ride away and pretended to have just met.  Marti didn’t love it but liked it a lot.  Didn’t love or like him but it was somewhere between and changing a little each time they were together.

They spent hours together in Marti’s room each night, hours including the balcony, the elevator, the stairs, the sauna, the parking lot, and near the pool.  It was sad that he always had to return to his room in case one of the other associates was looking for him or his wife called.  Once, as he was dressing again, he pulled his shirt on more easily than the first time when he had fumbled with the buttons.  Marti crept up behind him, reached beneath his arms, and unbuttoned it.

“Hey,” he smiled, “I have to go.”

“But you can leave this with me.”

He turned, smiled, kissed Marti on the forehead, and giggled.  That shirt was slept in that night and many other nights.  The material felt perfect, such soft cotton.  If you put it on a hanger, his shoulders, his pecks, his waist would be obvious.  All perfectly matched him.  It was not easy to give in and wash it, wash the smell of him out of it.

“Custom made,” he said.  “I have a few dozen of them.  Gifts from – someone.”  And he left, and never came back again.  No notes, no explanations, no apologies.  He had left a plane ticket to return home, and a car had already been arranged at both ends.  But Marti wanted to see him in the airport lounge and pretend to have just met.  Acting classes were good at teaching the art of small talk.  Now, Marti just felt small.

On this day, with this new client, no buttons were fastened.  Completely open, the collar pulled wide, breasts exposed.  “I’ve had this type before,” echoed again.  A glass of cocoanut rum over ice slid down easily, which was well into taking effect when there was a knock, and Ms. Coven’s assistant answered, then excused himself after searching the client for anything not permitted in the apartment 6I.  Then he left and locked the door behind him.  The client followed the previously reviewed directions and headed for the shower where there were towels and a stocked liquor cabinet.  Vodka over ice, then a shower, then dressed in something special before returning to the living room that was darker than before.

Marti, with nothing but the white dress shirt and another glass of rum, walked softly in bare feet from the bedroom into the living room where the client stood admiring a soft leather arm chair.  The client saw Marti, smiled, and stood before the leather chair.  Bare feet were chosen because it seemed submissive.  This one liked that.

Marti walked slowly, feigning shyness, but admiring the long legs in black thigh-hi stockings, 4-inch heels, a black leather vest, and a black thong with what seemed like diamonds in the front.

The tall woman smiled down at Marti, extending a hand and taking one back.  She ran her older hands along Marti’s forearm to a bicep until the rolled up sleeve of the white dress shirt stopped her.  The tall woman opened the shirt and put her soft hands around Marti’s waist, pulling closer for a soft kiss.

“It’s just a person,” Marti repeated.  “Enjoy the attention.  Don’t get attached.  She doesn’t love you.  She just wants to borrow you.”  Closing one’s eyes and just enjoying the warmth of a mouth on one’s neck, regardless of the gender, sometimes feels like love.  Marti learned to enjoy being pulled close, this time feeling both the soft leather vest and the softer D cup breasts spilling out.  What Ms. Coven had said about this one?

She was angry.  After years of wondering, she finally stopped asking her husband if he had cheated on her.  There were always questionable things, and his answers were never convincing.  She told her husband that she would never question him again.  She would be the quiet wife and play along, smile at parties, kiss him in public to protect the assets, but she was going to have her own fun.  She was going to find her own “toys.”  She would become someone else’s “toy.”  For a while it was one.  Then two, eventually three, and eventually she realized that something more was needed.  She enjoyed giving up herself to the power of others, but today she was going to be in charge.  She didn’t like herself, and she was in pain.  Today, she was bringing pain to someone else.  She would find ways to let her husband know what she’d done.  Stained clothing was the easiest.  It was her turn, and she was making the most of it.  Her playing hurt him more than his playing had hurt her because she was the mother of his children.  For some reason, to them, it was different.  All those years of spoiling him, giving him everything, and now she was spoiling herself.  Giving herself to whoever she wanted, and taking whoever she wanted.

The “type” put a finger beneath Marti’s chin, lifted, and feasted on the exposed, vulnerable neck.  One hand found Marti’s curly hair.  Her fingers wrapped into the brunette locks, pulling back to show even more neck to feed on.  Marti had trouble remembering that it was just a job.  The woman’s lips and tongue found just the perfect spot behind Marti’s ear.  Knees weakened.  The woman sensed that and guided Marti to kneel, then she stood with her legs apart.  Marti had not felt this good in a long time.  Not since Florida.  Marti had been toughened but was now softening a little.

Again, the woman’s fingers locked in Marti’s hair, and she guided mouth and tongue to her thighs.  Marti reached both hands holding the woman’s ass and pulling her closer, tongue working its way beneath the thong.  Saliva mixed with something that dripped as the woman pushed Marti’s face closer to where it felt good.  More than good.  The tall woman sat in the leather chair, draped her legs over each arm, and pulled Marti closer as her legs grew further apart.  The woman’s hands worked their way to Marti’s neck, massaging tense muscles as they both grew hungrier.  The woman pushed back the collar of Marti’s white dress shirt, exposing soft shoulders that begged to be kissed.

The woman sat up, heels on the floor, and pushed the white dress shirt off Marti’s arms.  Marti reached up and began to pull off the woman’s thong.  Eyes, hunger, and pulse growing, and fumbling hands pulling the thong down for the woman to step out of, but those tall heels remained planted on the floor.  Marti looked up.

The woman, now standing over Marti, had a curious expression.  She looked down at Marti and asked, “Young man, where did you get this shirt?”