Thursday 28 November 2013

Sofia Grey...A Handful of Wolf!

It is my great pleasure to welcome my pal Sofia Grey to the blog again. Sofia has a wonderful new wolfie book and I can't wait to hear more about this one.


A Welsh Wolf in Wellington blog tour

 

 
 

Waterfront

 

Since most of Sasha’s story takes place in Wellington, the compact and thriving capital city of New Zealand. I though it would be fun to feature a different part of the city – especially those mentioned in the book – on each tour ‘stop’. Come and join me on a truly unique virtual tour of Wellington J

 

 

 
 

The Waterfront is the section of the city that opens onto Wellington Harbour. Studded with glossy bars and restaurants, it’s the focus of the upmarket side of Wellington’s nightlife. It’s also an incredibly busy area at lunchtime, with harassed office workers seeking fresh air, a sandwich and coffee. Wellington is famous for it’s excellent coffee, by the way.

 

 
 

It’s common to see joggers running along here, skateboarders and rollerbladers, and a colourful flotilla of kayaks on the water, on a calm day. In the summer, it’s also home to an iconic one-day music festival – HomeGrown – featuring the best of Kiwi music. I’ve been twice and plan to go again next year J

 

While shifters rarely take regular office-based jobs (too restrictive), the city shifters have to adapt to the working environment and most of them prefer outdoor work. There’s a large number that take bar and café work. Every time I’m served coffee by a bright-blue-eyed barista, I ask myself, are they a shifter?

 

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In this extract, Sasha sees Megan as she walks along the Waterfront:

 

Something tugged at Sasha’s senses and his wolf lifted his head, intent and focused. A scent he recognized. He opened his mouth slightly and inhaled, the wolf very much in control. Caramel and spice. The girl with the scarf.

 

“Yeah, will do.” He finished the call, shoved his phone into a pocket and turned around. There she was. The brunette stood a short distance away on the edge of a car park and he feasted his eyes on her. Business clothes had been replaced with a short stretchy black skirt that hugged her curves and a shiny, gleaming top that begged to be touched. Dark hair tumbled down her back, a few strands falling onto her face and she brushed them back with one elegant hand. Her scent called to him and his wolf whined, needing to get closer.

 

He took a step toward her. He’d apologize for taking advantage earlier, offer to buy her a drink. Maybe try another kiss later when she’d forgiven him. He still had plenty of time for the Pack business, and a little fun first would satisfy his wolf. Confident, he took another step, but then stopped.

 

She was with someone. A guy. Sasha’s wolf growled when the guy held out his hand to her, and then quieted again when she refused. This was stupid. He didn’t even know her. One kiss was all they shared. Yeah, and what a kiss. She was a gorgeous, hard-assed girl and it stood to reason she’d have a boyfriend. All the same, for whatever reason, she didn’t want to hold the guy’s hand and that was enough of an excuse for Sasha to look out for her. When the couple walked into a waterfront restaurant, he followed.

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A Handful Of Wolf  is available 25 November 2013, from Liquid Silver Books.

 

 

Sasha's not a looking-to-the-future kind of guy, but he's made an exception with his plans to travel and meet lots of pretty girls. Too bad his Pack Alpha, fate, and reality have other ideas about his trip abroad. He's pretty sure he didn't sign on to be a diplomat for the Snowdonia Wolf Pack. Or to find a Mate. Especially not a human Mate.

 

Megan knows better than to let a sweet-talking charmer get under her skin, but Sasha's sexy playfulness is making her forget all her rules. Except one: she's not willing to risk her heart by falling in love. The gorgeous boy from Wales can only be a fling, especially since her over-protective brothers hate him on sight. 

 

In the midst of a wolf uprising, a hesitant Mate, and Megan’s complicated family ties, Sasha learns that sometimes impulsiveness is dangerous and even lethal. Can he show Megan why they belong together before it all comes crashing down around him and he loses his Mate forever?

 

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Giveaway


 

I’m giving away 3 copies of A Handful of Wolf, to 3 lucky commenters across the tour. Just leave a comment (and your email address please!) at whichever site you visit, and you’ll go into the draw. The more comments you leave, the more chances you get to win J

 

 

Links



 


 

Catch me blogging with Allyson Lindt at www.GeminiGirls.com

 

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6906923.Sofia_Grey

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Sofia.Grey.Romance.Author

Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/sofiagrey1/

Twitter: @SofiaGreyAuthor

 

Blog Tour

 

25-November – www.GeminiGirls.com

27-November – Silken Sheets & Seduction (http://silkensheetsandseduction.wordpress.com/)

27-November – Facebook Party!

28-November – Rosanna Leo (http://rosannaleo.blogspot.com)

29-November – Barbara Elsborg (http://barbaraelsborg.blogspot.com)

30-November – Love, Lust & Laptops (http://lovelustandlaptops.wordpress.com/)

1-December – CoverReveals (http://coverreveals.blogspot.com)

2-December – Daisy Banks Advent Calendar (http://daisybanks.wordpress.com/)

3-December – Sotia Lazu (http://justsotia.blogspot.com)

4-December – Lissa Matthews (http://lissamatthews.com/blog/)

5-December – Kimber Vale (http://kimbervale.wordpress.com/)

6-December – Tina Carreiro (http://www.tinacarreiro.blogspot.com)

8-December – Layne Macadam (http://www.laynemacadam.com/#!blog/cfxc/)

10-December – Laura Kaye (http://laurakayeauthor.blogspot.com)

 

 

 

About Author

Romance author Sofia Grey spends her days managing projects in the corporate world and her nights hanging out with wolf shifters and alpha males. She devours pretty much anything in the fiction line, but she prefers her romances to be hot, and her heroes to have hidden depths. When writing, she enjoys peeling back the layers to expose her characters’ flaws and always makes them work hard for their happy endings.

 

Monday 25 November 2013

J.L. McFadden...Adela!

It's always exciting to discover new authors, and I'm so pleased to bring you a new-to-me author today. Please help me welcome J.L. McFadden as he introduces his new book Adela. And make sure you check out the Rafflecopter at the end of the post!



Adela (A Book from the Guardian Series) By J.L McFadden

Adela: Is a beautiful young woman of a very wealthy family in Eastern Europe who is fending off advances from an older aristocratic German business man that has an evil presence about him. She falls madly in love with another man to see her father and his followers come under the attack and clutches of this barren try to use the enslavement of her fathers land and people to force her to be his own.

BUY LINKS
http://www.amazon.com/Adela-The-Guardian-J-L-McFadden-ebook/dp/B00G9GY3DO/ref=sr_1_5?ie=UTF8&qid=1385404811&sr=8-5&keywords=Adela
 




 
About the Author


 
J.L McFadden is the Author of the Guardian Series: Guardian, released, Adela, release in September, Chooses, release in December, Adela’s Lost Guardian, March, more to be named at a later date. McFadden spins tragedy and romance into all of his stories with picturesque descriptions that vividly paints and melts the scenes into your pleasure cortex that is a valid and important part of every readers mind. ;) Jamie Lee was born in a mixed Celtic and Slavic family in the river valleys of Pennsylvania, in his earlier years he played in bands in New York and ended up working his way into H.Q of the largest musical retailer in the world Guitar Centre; while working at the store level he managed multiple departments at once and handled all the stores merchandising logistics. He has explored the world and became the first American to be accepted into the Interregional Federation of Aikido Aikikai of Crimea & Sevastopol, where he enjoys learning from great masters from around the world, where he has developed his himself. He explains that the people rich and colourfully different people he has met, spawned a lot of his characters.
 
 
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Sunday 24 November 2013

Pick up a new book boyfriend while he's cheap and easy!

There is a wonderful sale going on now with Liquid Silver Books. Until the end of Nov. you can pick up some of my paranormals at almost half off! We're talking huge sales, people! And the sales are valid at all ebook outlets where my books are sold. To pick one up, or to stock up on book boyfriends, you can check out www.lsbooks.com.

Which books, say you?

My Greek god romances:


 
My Orkney Selkie series:
 
 
So have a blast shopping for new heroes! I'll tell my men to expect you. ;)

Friday 15 November 2013

Robyn Peterman Giveaway!


Hi all! I'm so pleased to welcome the very funny and talented Robyn Peterman today, as she shows off her new devastatingly funny books...and a rather odd quirk.

If you haven't read Robyn's work yet, you are missing out, I can assure you. And to make things even more fun, Robyn has generously offered to do a major giveaway here today! People...we're talking 10 books!! Have you picked up your jaw yet? Robyn is giving away 5 copies of each of her books, so make sure to leave a comment and let us know why you'd like one. Don't forget your email addy!

Robyn, the floor is yours!



Hi, my name is Robyn Peterman and I am an author of snarky, sexy, funny paranormal romance and snarky, sexy, funny contemporaries.....and I’m addicted to outlet malls.
Okay, so here’s the deal. (Pun intended, you’ll get it in a minute...)  When I see an outlet mall my butt clenches and I start to sweat. Not a pretty picture, but true nonetheless. I luuuurrrve outlet malls. Getting a great deal is right up there with the big O for me. My hot hubby is aware of this. He thinks I’m weird.
I have had tons of luck in the wondrous land of the outlet, but I’ve also had some dingers! I do tend to waste gobs of money at the one stop deal-stravagansas.....I get so overwhelmed, I don’t even try stuff on. I still have a pile of unworn t-shirts from an unnamed store I love. I had no clue the seams were wonky and the freakin’ horse was upside down! All I could see was the ridiculously low price! Next time I swear I’ll wear my glasses. Or how about the pants I got? If I tried to walk, my ladybits got damaged.... Or the high end purse I bought in such a rush, I didn’t realize it smelled kind of off....
What in the hell is the point of all this??? Weeeellllll, I have a deal for you! The seams are straight and the horse is standing upright. Your ladybits are not in danger and it smells awesome!
 
HOW HARD CAN IT BE?-Book One in the Handcuffs and Happily Ever After series is on sale for a short time!!! SQUEEEEEEE! It’s only $1.99!! If you enjoy snarky sexy contemporary romance with Porno Grannies and more euphemisms for male genitalia than you ever wanted, snap it up quick before it goes back to original price! You can learn room clearing nicknames for the male anatomy and laugh till you snort Coke (the drink, not the drug) out of your nose!
Romantic Times Magazine gave it 4 Stars!! (I almost peed my pants over that one)
 
 
Thank you Rosanna for having me on your blog. You are brave and you are my new girl crush. 
Thank you to my readers who think my characters are actually real people and have written me to find out what they're doing now.
Thank you to the lady who wrote me and told me I should wash my mouth out with soap while promising to read everything I ever write!
Thank you to the woman who asked me if I'd spent time in an institution, because my brain was so warped! She also promised to read everything I ever write! 
Enough of that....just Thank you! Please keep reading!
 
FASHIONABLY DEAD- Book One in The Hot Damned series is out now and Kristy's story, SIZE MATTERS- Book Two in the Handcuffs and Happily Ever After series  comes out in December 19th!!!! 
 
 

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Rosanna here again. Aw, Robyn, I'm your new girl crush? Thank you. You made my day, and rest assured I'm crushing on you just as hard.
 
So...drinks tomorrow? ;)

Thursday 14 November 2013

Cover Reveal...Predator's Refuge, Gemini Island Shifters 3!

Hi friends!
I'm so excited to reveal the cover of my new paranormal romance, Predator's Refuge, Gemini Island Shifters 3! This book will be available Jan. 13, and I can't wait to share my tiger shifter hero and lynx shifter heroine, Anton Gaspar and Marci Lennox.



Over the next while, I'll be sharing blurbs and excerpts, so please stay tuned and feel free to share the news with your friends. Many thanks to Lyn Taylor, the wonderful graphic artist, and to Valerie in the Graphic Arts department at Liquid Silver Books. You ladies always bring my dreams to reality.

So save the date, folks, and thanks for all your support!

Rosanna

Monday 11 November 2013

Donna Fasano...Reclaim My Heart Rerelease!

It wasn't long ago that I hosted the lovely Donna Fasano on my blog with info on her book Reclaim My Heart. Well, she has had some awesome news. The book has been picked up by Montlake Publishing and her friends are sharing that fantastic tidbit today. Congrats to Donna.


Title:  Reclaim My Heart
Author: Donna Fasano
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Pages: 282
Formats: Paperback, eBook, AudioCD
ISBN: 978-1477817988
Purchase Now: Paperback § eBook  § AudioCD


About the Book:
Sixteen years ago, Tyne Whitlock cut all ties to her past and left town under the shameful shadow of a teenage pregnancy. Now her fifteen-year-old son is in trouble with the law, and she is desperate for help. But reaching out to high-powered attorney Lucas Silver Hawk will tear open the heart-wrenching past in ways Tyne never imagined.

Forced to return to the Delaware Indian community where Lucas was raised, Tyne and Lucas are tempted by the heated passion that consumed them as teens. Tyne rediscovers all the reasons she found this man irresistible, but there are scandalous secrets waiting to be revealed, disgraceful choices made in the past that cannot be denied. Love is a powerful force that could heal them both—if the truth doesn't rip them apart.

A note from the author:
On becoming a Montlake Author:

Let me tell you about my wonderful publishing experience! I have to back up a little bit… to this past spring. I self-published a romance titled Reclaim My Heart. The book received great reviews immediately, and it sold well from the beginning. Very well. In fact, during the first week of August I was enjoying a mug of coffee while perusing the USA Today Bestseller's List (my usual Thursday morning routine), and I nearly choked when I saw that Reclaim My Heart was sitting at #123 on the list. A couple of days later I was contacted by an editor from Montlake. She told me she'd read one of my books months before and had been keeping an eye on me. She said she'd read Reclaim My Heart and loved it. Now, what author doesn't love to hear that? She made an offer I couldn't refuse.


The Montlake editor and the design team loved the cover that was on the indie version of the book; however, Amazon had trouble licensing the rights to the image. So we searched for weeks before finding the picture that's on the current cover. I love it! And I hope my readers do, too.


I'm happy to be writing romance novels for Montlake. I feel wanted and appreciated, and it can't get much better than that in the publishing industry!


~Donna


Author BIO and Social Media Links

About Donna Fasano


 

Donna Fasano is a three time winner of the HOLT Medallion, a CataRomance Reviewers Choice Award winner for Best Single Title, a Desert Rose Golden Quill Award finalist, and  a Golden Heart finalist. Her books have sold over 3.6 million copies worldwide and have been published in nearly two dozen languages. Her books have made the Kindle Top 100 Paid List numerous times, climbing as high as #17.

What others are saying about Donna’s books:
“…complex, funny, and realistic…” ~Wilmington News Journal

“Excellent!” ~Bookreview.com

“Could not help myself from reading excerpts to my husband and friends. This book is well written, the characters are real, everyday folks. It is very easy to identify with them. Donna Fasano is a talented author.” ~Elizabeth M. Caldwell on Amazon

“…a fast paced riotous look at family life today. Donna Fasano is right on target!”
~Donna Zapf, SingleTitles.com

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Excerpt: 

From Chapter Two

 

"Please, Lucas."

He couldn't dismiss the tone of those two small words, nor could he ignore the magnitude of emotion clouding her expression. He had no choice but to relent.

"Sit down," he murmured. He closed the door of his office and then returned to perch himself on the corner of his desk. He steeled himself before asking, "What's on your mind?"

She seemed to shrink a little as a thousand thoughts ran though her head. Seconds passed, and still she didn't speak.

Lucas witnessed the phenomenon almost on a daily basis. The people who wound up in his office often felt as if they were carrying the world on their shoulders. He knew her anxiety would eventually discharge, and from the looks of it, he wouldn't have to wait long.

Finally, she pressed her hand to her chest. "I can't breathe."

"Relax. Do you want some water?"

She shook her head, a lock of her long, platinum hair falling over her forearm. "No. I need to get this out. I promised you I'd hurry."

He couldn't keep his brows from arching a fraction. She hadn't kept her promises in the past. Why would he expect her to now?

Tyne ran her tongue along her full bottom lip, hesitated another moment, then blurted, "I need a lawyer."

Lucas closed his eyes and stifled a sigh. He could have guessed as much, of course. He'd worked hard to get himself into the privileged position of being able to pick and choose his clients. The last person he wanted to represent was Tyne Whitlock.

"A good lawyer, Lucas."

Common sense told him Tyne wasn't attempting to flatter him. She was speaking purely out of desperation.

"Look, Tyne—" Something made him stop. He sighed, and then he stood, taking his time rounding his desk and sitting down. The leather-upholstered arms of the chair were cool and smooth under his fingertips.

"I know some of the best attorneys in the city." He plucked a pen from the cup on his desktop. "And many of them owe me a favor or two." He reached into his inside jacket pocket, pulled out one of the business cards he always kept handy, and turned it over, poised to write. "Let me give you some names and numbers—"

"I don't want just any attorney." Her chin lifted. "I want you. Why else would I have come here?"

His gaze lowered to the small white card in his hand. With much deliberation, he set down the pen and the card, and then he looked her directly in the eyes.

Every muscle in her body appeared board-stiff.

"Listen to me—" he kept his tone calm "—when people find themselves in trouble with the law, or victimized, or wrongfully sued, or unjustly accused, they tend to get lost in a strange, I don't know, franticness. A recklessness that they almost always regret. Believe me when I tell you that no situation is hopeless, and circumstances are rarely as desperate as they might be perceived. Whatever trouble you're in, don't let panic and fear haze your thinking."

"You don't understand."

"I think I do," he rushed to assure her. "I see it every day. Honest, hardworking people finding themselves in dire straits. And this unfamiliar territory throws them. They grasp at help from the first source that comes to mind."

"But—"

"Just like that old adage warning that only a fool acts as his own lawyer, it's also foolish to choose an attorney in haste. You and I have a past, Tyne, and even though all of that took place years and years ago, the fact remains that we have a history. I don't believe I would be the best person to represent you in a court of law. You need someone who'll be totally unbiased. Let me give you some names. I'll make some calls for you myself—"

"Stop!" She lifted her hands and scooted to the edge of the seat. "You don't understand. And I can't make you understand if you won't shut up for a minute."

His eyebrows arched and the frustration in her statement had him leaning back a bit.

She frowned. "I'm sorry. Really, I am. I had to stew all day yesterday." She fisted her hands in her lap. "I didn't expect to reach anyone on a Sunday, but do you know that your firm doesn't offer an emergency number on the answering machine?" She exhaled with force. "I'm a nervous wreck just being here. Seeing you. But all that aside, I shouldn't have snapped at you. Please accept my apology."

He didn't react, didn't move. He just waited for her to continue.

"The thing is… what you need to know…"

Once again, she grew terribly cautious, and Lucas found that extremely curious. What the hell was it she found so hard to tell him? What kind of trouble was she in?

She blanched, but then her spine straightened. "I'm not the one who needs a lawyer. I want to hire you, yes. But I'm not the one needing representation. It's my son who's in trouble." A nerve at the corner of her eye ticked, but her gaze never veered from his as she added, "Our son, Lucas."

 
Now quite a few bloggers are hosting Donna today so make sure you visit each stop at: http://wp.me/p3OmRo-20L


 

 

Sunday 10 November 2013

Recapturing my inner girly girl.

Over the past couple of weeks, I've begun to notice something strange. After 40-odd years of being a female, it appears I lost my inner girly girl.
Strange? Perhaps. I've never been the sort of girl who spends hundreds of dollars on shoes every month, but I've still always enjoyed playing with  makeup and trying a new perfume. You know, the sort of activity that would drive many men into the ground from horror.

This weekend I had the privilege of sharing in my sister-in-law's wedding and several events leading up to the wedding. During the course of these events, I was able to spend some fun time with her lovely friends and fellow bridesmaids. We had a blast.

However, it was during this time I realized my femininity had taken a sharp nosedive. Now, don't get the wrong idea. I still look very much female. However, after living in a house with 3 males of the species for the past twelve years, I realized I'd lost some of my feminine touches. I guess, somewhere along the way, I've become more knowledgeable about Halo and Call of Duty than false eyelashes.

By the way, for the wedding, I got to try false eyelashes for the first time. What first appeared to be a tortuous web of someone's else's hair on my face ended up making me gawk at myself in the salon mirror. Did you know false eyelashes make one resemble a sex goddess? I couldn't believe the improvement. I wanted to bat my lashes at everyone, even the priest.

And just spending time at a salon, getting my makeup done by a professional, and having a stylist twist my straight locks into an elegant side bun I will never achieve on my own, was the ultimate in pampering. I loved every moment: sipping mimosas, discussing nail color and watching the other women transform from lovely moms into va-va-voom beauties!  The whole process fed my soul in a way I still don't quite understand.

I bought a new red lipstick, a $20 lipstick, thank you very much. I was tricked out in black patent heels that killed my feet but made me feel like Heidi Klum. And I got to dance in a pretty new LBD. Not only did the wedding allow me to share in family joy, it allowed me to recapture my girly girl, and it felt good. When did I stop wearing heels? When did I forget that sometimes it's worth it to splurge on myself? I'm not sure. Some of it has to do with being a responsible mom, but even moms need some little luxuries every so often.

My hubby seemed to appreciate the transformation, judging from some of his flirty comments. That felt good, too. I don't know if I'll ever get those false eyelashes on for myself again, but that lipstick and those heels will definitely make another appearance one of these days. And I'll be very excited to witness their return.

So if you haven't let your girly girl out in a while, go on. Let her loose. It's good for the soul.

Friday 8 November 2013

Parker Kincade...Shadow of Sin!

Well.
It wouldn't be a lie if I said I'd been waiting for this day for some time. You see, my friend and fellow author Parker Kincade created a sexy secondary character not too long ago, an enticing man named Caleb Martin. Although this domineering older brother only played a minor role in Parker's awesome book One Night Stand, he totally captured my imagination, and now he is the star of his own book...Shadow of Sin! I'm so pleased Parker has stopped by to share more about MY book boyfriend...you hear!! Mine!


Pumpkin, Changing Leaves, and Book Release…and More Pumpkin

 

While I appreciate the beauty of the rebirth of spring, I absolutely love the fall. Brilliant colors of the changing leaves, warm apple cider and the smell of hot, fresh donuts from the Country Mill…and pumpkin…oh, God…the pumpkin. Cookies, muffins, bread, scones, lattes, and whatever else I can get my hands on made from this delectable winter squash. 

This fall is particularly special because it marks the release of Shadow of Sin, the second book in the Martin Family series. It’s been over a year since Caleb Martin made his first appearance in One Night Stand, and I’m very excited to share his story with you.  

When I asked Caleb about his favorite things about the fall, this is what he said: 

“I love to be outdoors. There’s nothing more satisfying than snuggling in a sleeping bag, campfire burning nearby, and the clear night sky above. Well, there is one thing more satisfying, but...”   

And then he gave me a sexy, panty-melting, shit-eating grin.  

While I rethink my favorite things about the fall, share some of your favorites too! And remember, Shadow of Sin is available now! If you’re new to the Martin Family series, book one – One Night Stand 0 is on sale at Amazon for $1.99 through November 15th! Meet Joe and Amanda, and see how it all started! 

Until next time!

 

 


 


Shadow of Sin

By Parker Kincade

Tagline

When the past won’t die…

Blurb

 
A man determined to protect her…
Caleb Martin is no stranger to hazardous situations. He's seen enough bloodshed to last two lifetimes. When an innocent evening takes a dangerous turn, Caleb takes matters into his own hands. If she wants his help, it’s his rules, his way. Period.  
A woman who won’t be controlled…
When it comes to relationships, Samantha keeps things casual, unassuming. Safe. Caleb Martin is far from safe. His ‘my way or the highway’ attitude pushes all the wrong buttons, and she’d sworn no man would have that kind of power over her again.  
A hunger that won’t be denied…
Protecting Samantha from the man that stalks her shouldn't test his patience—or his control—but her smart mouth and hot Irish temper stoke the fuel of his desire. She is pure sin—a distraction he doesn’t need, a temptation he can’t resist. 
Despite their animosity, Caleb has starred in her fantasies for years. His ruthless sensuality proves to be more potent than she ever imagined. As Caleb masters her body, Samantha must keep a tight grip her heart.

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Author Bio and Links

Parker Kincade is the award-winning erotic romance author of The Martin Family Series. Her first novel, One Night Stand, won the 2013 Reader’s Crown Award for Best First Book, the category of Best Erotic Romance in the Celtic Hearts Romance Writers Golden Claddagh contest and was named finalist in the Romance Writers of America/Passionate Ink Stroke of Midnight contest.
 
Parker lives in the southern United States with her husband, children and beloved boxer sidekick. She loves reading, playing golf, spending time with her family and friends, ice cream from the ice cream truck, taking her dog to the park and watching old musicals. 
 
 

Excerpt

 
He turned to her. Heat pooled in her stomach as his gaze traveled slowly, deliberately, from her face. He seemed to take in every inch of her before stopping to linger over her bare legs. “I don’t sleep much. I’m sorry if I disturbed you.”
“You didn’t.” The devil in her insisted she cross her legs, exposing more of her thigh to his view. She enjoyed his eyes on her, as if he saw the woman she was instead of the pain in his ass he’d claimed her to be. She was tempting fate, knowing that any second he’d remember who she was and that look in his eye would change.
For now, she’d use any means to distract him from his pain. Her pain would come later, when she was alone again.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Talk about what?”
“Why you’re still up.”
 He chucked a thumb at the windows. “Daytime.”
She clamped her mouth shut before she said something she’d regret. And he thought she was stubborn. She pulled in a slow, steady breath. “True, but barely. On a normal day, I wouldn’t be up yet.”
“Exactly. Go. Rest.” He closed his eyes as if to shut her out.
She could feel his irritation, but, this time, it wasn’t directed at her. It gave her hope as she pressed on.
“Are you hungry? I could make us some breakfast. If you don’t mind me searching through your fridge, I’m sure I could find something edible.” In fact, she’d been surprised at the amount of food she’d seen. She’d half expected him to only have beer and water and maybe a stray bottle of ketchup. Like Alec’s fridge.
“For the love of christ, what do you want? I don’t want to eat. I don’t want to talk.” He sighed, apparently resigned to her company a few minutes more. “What do you want, Samantha?”
Right now? To slap the shit out of you.
Hurt invaded her chest as she stared back at him. Gone was the pain she’d seen earlier, as well as the male interest. What remained was the Caleb she knew. Cold, hard, angry.
She shoved the hurt away and bit back the sharp retort he deserved. She softened her features, allowing herself to appear vulnerable. It wasn’t much of a stretch. “Can I stay with you?”
 
* * *
 
Caleb jerked, surprised by her request. “That’s not a good idea.”
Even as he said the words, his cock came to life. It seemed the lower half of his body thought it was a very good idea. And seeing her in nothing but his T-shirt wasn’t helping. Jesus, he hoped she had panties on under there. A bigger, harder, part of him hoped that she didn’t.
Samantha shifted, exposing more of her delectable thighs. “It’s not like I’m asking you to get a root canal. You can wipe that horrified look off your face.”
Caleb checked his expression, doing his best to appear calm, bored even. She’d surprised the hell out of him, coming in his room like she had.
He was angry. Angry with himself and the past that wouldn’t free him. Angry at her for being here, for looking as if she belonged here. This was his space, damn it. How was he supposed to relax with her prancing around half naked, knowing she’d pleasured herself and called his name?
He wasn’t stupid. He suspected it was his fault she was awake, and now she was here—checking on him as if he was a child who needed coddling. He didn’t need coddling. His body demanded the satisfaction that would only come from pounding his aching flesh deep into her soft, wet pussy.
As tempting as that idea may be, he was still trying to wrap his head around how he felt about her.
“You’re tired. You don’t know what you’re asking.” And he couldn’t think straight. He was low on sleep and even lower on patience. He shoved his hands into his hair and blew out a breath. “You can’t be in here. Go back to bed.” Before he forgot all the reasons he shouldn’t fuck her silly.
“Why did I think… God, I’m such an —” She closed her mouth, her lips drawn into a thin, tight line. Her cheeks flushed as she advanced on him. “I’m sick of you judging me. Telling me what I should and shouldn’t do. If you hadn’t noticed, my night sucked. Hell, the last year has sucked. So, you can shove your overinflated male ego up your own ass. I’m not asking you to have sex with me for chrissake.” She stumbled back and planted her butt on the edge of the bed. “Just for once, Caleb, can’t you set aside your feelings? Forget your stupid sense of responsibility where I’m concerned and just be here for me like a normal person?”
What the fuck?
“My stupid sense of what?
The laugh that escaped her lips made him uneasy.
“You heard me, horseman.” She eased back to her feet and sauntered toward him. “You think I don’t know how you feel about me? Let me see … troublemaker, instigator, bad influence.” She ticked off the words on her fingers. “Oh, and my personal favorite … menace. Really, Caleb. Menace? That’s a little strong don’t you think?” She fisted her hands on her hips, her eyes glittering with unshed tears. “I know you don’t like me. If it weren’t for Amanda and Alec, I wouldn’t be here and we both know it.” Her chest rose and fell in rapid succession as she glared at him. “And I’m sick of being your charity case.”
Caleb fought the urge to look away. She hadn’t lied about the words he’d uttered to describe her over the years, but to have them slung back at him just pissed him off.
“You want to know what I’m sick of, Samantha? I’m sick of you pushing my buttons. I’m sick of your stubborn-assed attitude when it comes to your own safety and I’m fucking sick and tired of you calling me horseman!” His shout rattled the windows, but he didn’t care. He was on a roll now, like a fucking train wreck, unable to stop.
Crossing his arms over his chest, he glared down at her. “If you and Amanda hadn’t decided the woods were the best place to partake in a little underage drinking, the boys and I wouldn’t have had to saddle up to go find your drunk asses before some wild animal made you a snack. Did you ever think of that, Samantha? During your little adventure with my baby sister, did you stop to consider the consequences? Do you ever?”
Samantha made a noise of disgust and stormed from the room. “This is what I get for trying to be nice,” she yelled.
Caleb went after her, following her into the spare room. “Nice? Nice?” The floodgates were open, his anger and frustration leaving any sense of self-preservation in the dust. “You think calling us the horsemen of the apocalypse is nice? Is that fun for you? Because all it does is remind me of being scared out of my ever-loving mind that something was going to … that Amanda …” No, he wasn’t going back there.
Not. Going. There.
“And as for my stupid sense of responsibility, I protect what’s mine, damn it!”
Samantha’s sharp intake of breath drifted through his angry haze and punched him in the gut. She sank back to the bed and wiped the tear that escaped the corner of her eye.
It was like ice water to his soul.
This woman tested his restraint. No other woman, save his sister, had ever pushed him so hard. It was infuriating and intoxicating at the same time. She left him off balance, out of control—two things that spelled disaster where he was concerned.
Caleb ran his hands through his hair, settling his palms on the back of his neck.
“Samantha.”
His heart skipped a beat as emotion played out on her face. Sadness, regret, and finally … resolve.
“Get out.” Her voice was soft. “God, what was I thinking? Just get out.”
He stood there, unable to move as he struggled to comprehend the vulnerability pouring out of her. His gaze traveled over the delicate features of her face, the line of her shoulders. The rise of her breasts, her slim waist, and long legs. Her feet were bare. Her toenails were painted a rich red that spoke of fire. Passion.
She shifted on the bed and winced, making him feel like a total ass. Again. Her night had sucked. With her tough-as-nails attitude, Caleb hadn’t considered she might actually need comforting.
 He took a deep breath. “I’ll stay.”
Her eyes, blue and blazing, snapped up. “Of course you will. Because why in the hell would you listen to me?”
“You asked me to stay.”
“I asked you to leave.”
“As you so diligently pointed out earlier, I don’t listen.” And he still had things to say.
She rubbed her temples, as if their argument had given her a headache. “Fine. Whatever.”
“Samantha. Look at me.” When she didn’t move, he crouched in front of her. He tilted her chin until she looked at him. “I don’t dislike you. I need you to know that.”
She offered him a sad smile. “The gesture is appreciated, Caleb. Thank you.” She pulled her face away.
Refusing to let her retreat, he tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and cupped her face. Soft, warm skin greeted his palm. He brushed his thumb across her cheek, amazed by its smoothness. “It’s the truth. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean —”
She put a finger to his lips and he barely resisted the urge to open his mouth and taste her.
“Yes, you did. And it’s okay. We may not get along, but at least you’ve never lied to me. Please don’t start now. I’m a big girl, Caleb. I can take it. And I owe you an apology. I’m sorry for not considering your feelings where Amanda is concerned.”
 Her touch rocked him. Revamped his desire to have her wet and screaming his name. “I’m sorry for all that.” He offered her what he hoped was a reassuring smile. “I’m so used to you calling me horseman now, I’m afraid I’d never answer to anything else from your lips.” Those sweet, succulent lips. “What is it about you that makes me so crazy?” he murmured.
She chuckled. “I’m too tired to fight anymore, Caleb. The best course of action would be to find the evidence I need to bury Matteo. Then we can move on.”
The mention of her stalker snapped his brain back to attention. He had a job to do. Eliminate the threat and protect Samantha.
Best he remember that.
Distractions led to mistakes. He couldn’t afford any more mistakes.
He forced his voice level, undemanding. “It’d be a lot easier if you’d let us help. Let me help. Trust me to take care of this for you.”
Asking for her trust was a long shot. In truth, he probably didn’t deserve it. But, he had to try. Needed to try. He would protect her.
“Trust you?” She seemed to consider his words. After a moment, she surprised him by nodding. “I can’t promise miracles, but I’ll do my best to follow your lead … until this is over.”
Caleb resisted the insane urge to pump his fist in the air. “So, we have a deal then?”
She caressed her fingers over his jaw. He leaned into her gentle touch, feeling it all the way to his bones.
“Oh, now you’re willing to make deals?” She looked him dead in the eye. “All right then, but once Matteo is caught and the threat against me is gone? You’ll go on with your life and I’ll go on with mine, and hopefully, we can stay out of each other’s way. That’s the deal.”
She dropped her hand to her lap.
“After this, Caleb, we’re done.”

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