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I hope you enjoyed this visual treat, all designed by Dawne Domique. I hope you'll check out some of the books here. Yes, judge a book by its cover!
Welcome!Thanks for stopping by. Here's a peek at the military romance, LOVE LOST AND FOUND, I wrote with retired Marine, Ben Tanner. "What branch of the service are
you in?" she asked him, taking a napkin from her bag to clean up a small
blob of cream cheese that had fallen on her dress.
"The Marines, assigned to a
Force Reconnaissance Unit." “I have no clue what that means.” He laughed.
“You and a million other people. Is
this your first time going to St. Thomas?" he asked before taking another
bite of the sandwich. “I've always wanted to go
there...it's supposed to be so romantic," she said, feeling heat rise to
her cheeks. "You?" "Yes...wish it were under
better circumstances. Don't want to talk about it, besides I’m sure you don't want to hear about it. We’re going to
"Betcha my story’s worse than
yours!" A small smile played at the corners of her lips. "Ooh, sounds like a challenge.
Sure you're up to it?" He shot her a one-sided grin. “Bring it
on.” "First, what are the stakes?
Dinner? A walk on the beach?" “Dinner and a walk on the beach...okay?” She
took another bite of her sandwich. “You drive a hard bargain. Done.” "Dinner and a walk on the beach
it is, if I win. What do you want if you
win?" "I want dinner, a walk on the
beach, and a boat ride to see the islands." “Done.”
We continue my football romance this week. Our hero has changed his name to Griff. A brief word. Griff helped raise his sister's kids after they lost their father on 9/11. Recently she remarried and move to San Francisco, taking a big chunk of his life with her. The WIP remained untitled.
Griff Montgomery stopped on Elm Street and peered at a
door. The sign said “open”. He walked into his favorite local bar, “The Savage
Beast”. Eve was behind the bar, setting up.
“Not open yet,” she called out.
“Sign says open.”
“Griff?” She looked up. “Come on in.” She beamed a 1,000
watt smile at him. He looked her over with appreciation. A sexy smile curved
his lips. Eve’s got it all, amazing body,
great personality. Her long black hair swung down to cover her very low
neckline a bit. She tossed it back with a snap of her head. His gaze lingered
on her breasts. “You’re early.” "Early practice. Got anything special today?” “Yeah, Roddy’s new drink, the Savage Sunrise.” Griff lifted an eyebrow. “What’s in it?” “Same as a Tequila Sunrise only papaya juice instead of
orange. He says it’s healthier. I think it’s bullshit.” Griff laughed. “Now I have to try it. Bring it on.”
She peeked at him as she mixed the drink. “Got a lot of
free time nowadays?”
“You might say that.” She placed the drink in front of
him. “When are you gonna fix me up with one of your teammates?” “What’s wrong with me?” He sipped the drink and gave her thumbs
up. “We’ve been fuck buddies long enough to know it’s not
happening beyond the bedroom.” “Don’t know ‘till you try.” “I hate to ruin a good friendship.” “I knew you were gonna say that.” After two more Savage
Sunrises, Griff slipped off the stool and returned home, alone, for another
evening of unbearable quiet and sitting on the deck watching the birds and their mates.
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A bit about the book
Anyone would be a marriage-phobe, too, if they grew up
in Whitfield Bass's house. After he was born, his mother deserted the family.
Their father, a journalist, traveled extensively and left his four sons with
relatives, or babysitters. Whit's closest brother hated
him and blamed him for their mother's desertion. Whit told Bess he'd never
marry, never trust a woman not to take off and leave him with a house full of
broken children who couldn't be fixed.
Can you blame him?
“What a shame! I’d love to bake a
pie for you.”
“Really?” He returned the ticket
book to his back pocket and gave Bess the once-over again.
Rescue My Heart
The heat of two
bodies grinding together in passionate, sweaty sex wasn’t even off the sheets
before Bruce pushed out of bed and headed for the coffeemaker. Rescue My Heart
He took a big slug of his drink as
he stared at her body. “You’re naked under there, aren’t you?” She nodded. “You
know that drives me crazy.
Rescue My Heart
I wasn’t looking,” she mumbled.
“No harm, no foul,”
Mark muttered, his gaze resting on her generous breasts for a moment before
returning to her face. His Leading Lady
She looks like a deer
caught in the headlights. Make her feel safe, you idiot! “No, no, real
dessert. I hear they have great hot fudge here. How about splitting a hot fudge
sundae with me? His Leading Lady
There was something about him that had made her
feel safe. It was an unusual sensation for Penny, and she treasured it. His Leading Lady
She touched his arm. He seized the opportunity
to draw her into his embrace. His strong hug eased her mind. The warmth of his
body relaxed her muscles. His Leading Lady
MORE CHERRY TREES
STATUE OF ROMEO AND JULIET OUTSIDE THE SHAKESPEARE THEATER IN CENTRAL PARK
believe such beauty could have so much ugliness in her life? He wanted to
fix it. He wanted to make her smile, to make her trust again.
Welcome! Thanks for stopping by. Here's another installment in my WIP which doesn't have a name yet. We met Evan last week. He had lived with his sister and her two children since their father was killed on 911. But when his sister finally remarried, Evan lost his family when they moved to San Francisco. He plays football for the Connecticut Kings.
Evan towered over the pretty,
curvy woman with auburn hair, named Molly. She squinted up
Connecticut Kings. Hmm. No wild parties. No drunken brawls.”
“There are a lot of
valuable things in this house. A lot of antique clocks.”
“If you want to move
“What? Use a little
self-control. If you’re going to rent this house, you’d better respect it.”
“Can we go in?” Got a lot of fuckin’ attitude for a small
chick. Like a feisty Chihuahua. He laughed to himself.
“Something funny, big
man?” She cocked an eyebrow at him.
“No, no. After you,” he
made a gesture and held the door as she swung it open.
“I know this house is
about half the size of that monstrosity you’re used to.”
“I’m getting it ready
He stepped into one of
the most beautiful houses he’d ever seen. The living room walls were painted a
light Robin’s egg blue, with white trim. The white marble mantle held an
antique clock, with a rich dark wood patina. There weren’t many tchotchkes around.
Thank God. I hate clutter. He notice the perfect dark wood floors with
pristine oriental area rugs.
He followed her into
the kitchen. All the appliances were brand new except for an old cast iron
stove in perfect condition.
“This house is amazing.”
“Arvin and I did it
ourselves. Probably what sunk our marriage.” She reached into the fridge and
pulled out a potbellied pitcher. “Iced tea?”
The sound of a clock
chiming made Evan look at his watch. Five
of. Within a minute another chimed,
then another, then another. Molly chuckled. “I collect, repair and sell antique
clocks. You’ll get used to it.”
Welcome to Sneak Peek Sunday. Today's snippet is from my newest release, SEDUCING HIS HEART. Thanks for stopping by. “Your payment for helping me.” She
finished her second glass. The combination of the wine, the desserts, and the
closeness of his tempting body ratcheted up her heat higher, and she began to
sweat. If I could stick my head in the
fridge. Bess covered up the pie and took it
to the refrigerator. She stayed longer than necessary, cooling her face and
body. Then, she returned to pack up the cake. Whit stood only a breath away. He
touched her hand, making her shiver as she wiped a smidgeon of food from his
chin with her thumb. Whit rested his arm around her shoulders and eased her
Reason had flown out the window. As
she swayed toward him, her voice grew softer, causing him to bend down to hear.
The wine had reduced her inhibitions
to ashes. His breath fanned over her cheek, his mouth only a kiss away. She
lifted her glass to keep from touching his lips with hers before she realized
it was empty. The front door opened, saving her from intimacy with Whit. Terry stood, filling the frame with
his wide shoulders and hips concealing an automatic weapon. “I heard there was
a tasting here. I had no idea you’d be tasting my girlfriend, buddy.” He rested
his hand on his weapon. All Buy Links Here My website
Welcome to Sneak Peek Sunday! This is the opening from my new FREE book, series starter for the Hollywood Hearts series, called,
HIS LEADING LADY
Boom! The beautiful blonde barreled into
Mark’s chest right in front of Jean Louis Designs on Rodeo Drive. He grabbed
her upper arms to keep her from falling and stared into the biggest, bluest
eyes he’d ever seen. The flash of a dazzling white smile, a whiff of lily of
the valley perfume, golden hair, and perfect features blurred everything else around
so sorry,” she said. Or did she? He
was so mesmerized he barely distinguished the words.
stood as transfixed as he, focused on his baby blues, until a man abruptly tapped
her shoulder. “We’ll be late, Penny, come on.” “Sorry,
I wasn’t looking,” she mumbled. “No
harm, no foul,” Mark muttered, his gaze resting on her generous breasts for a
moment before returning to her face. Toting a shopping bag in each hand, she
smiled at him again and was gone, as quickly as she had arrived. Mark Davis stood
in front of the door, transfixed, as if his feet had been embedded in the
on, buddy, you’re blocking traffic,” Harley Brennan, his best friend and
teammate, said, giving him a nudge.Mark
snapped out of his reverie and moved away from the tony store. “Wow,” he said. “A hottie.
Yeah. A wet dream on legs.”
A bit about the book Fresh-faced quarterback
Mark thinks he’s scored a touchdown after winning actress Penny Thatcher’s
affection. But a public revelation soon threatens his chances…. Is love the one
game he can’t win? A charming will-they-won’t-they romance.