Monday, 26 June 2017

A Month of Romance - Cara Addison

Welcome, my darlings. Today I’m very lucky to be joined by Award Winning Author of Erotica Romance, Cara Addison.

Author Bio:
Born and raised in Southern Ontario, Cara Addison has used drive, tenacity, ambition, and out-of-the-box thinking to ascend the Canadian corporate ladder to shatter the proverbial glass ceiling. As the CEO of a government agency, Cara prefers to be out in the trenches, working to provide solutions rather than sitting behind a desk. Over her fifteen-year career, Cara has given back to her community, supporting her philanthropic interests as she provides strategic governance on numerous boards of directors.

While Cara loves to succeed in her work, it was an impromptu challenge to herself that led her to sit down one day and write a piece of fiction that was worthy of publication. Being an avid daydreamer since childhood, she transferred her own wit and humor to the narrative and dialogue of the characters that resided in her imagination.  Words poured onto the page and within weeks, she had a full-length novel with characters, events, and situations that were influenced by the people and places in her everyday life.

As the mother of two young daughters, Cara involves her girls as she indulges in outdoor adventures, shares her love of new travel destinations, tends to the backyard vegetable patch, and uses those fresh ingredients in her everyday cooking.

With a growing catalogue of novels, Cara uses her social media savvy to engage and interact with readers. Her playful, clever, and sometimes naughty banter resonates with male and female readers alike.

Cara’s Novels Include:
  • Passion, Power, and Privilege
  • Going The Distance
  • The Fortuitous Pen [Sequel to Going The Distance]
  • Unwanted Attention [Sequel to The Fortuitous Pen]
  • The Guardian [Sequel to Unwanted Attention]
  • Every Second Weekend
  • Loans Lust and Lies
  • Indulging Her Fantasy
  • Beyond The Chute
  • Her Sultry Eyes [Book 1 in The Coast series]
  • A Heartbreaking Ride [Book 2 in The Coast series]
  • The Test Drive [Book 3 in The Coast series]
  • A Moth to a Flame [Book 4 in The Coast series]
  • Loss [Book 5 in The Coast series]
  • The Cay
  • Love or Money
  • Wade: From The Shadows
  • A Collection of Short Stories (proceeds to Autism Speaks)

Indulging Her Fantasy, winner of The Romance Reviews 2015 Reader’s Choice Award as the Erotica Romance ~ BDSM book of the year.

Loans, Lust, and Lies is the winner of the 2015 Erotica Romance Reader’s Choice award in the category of Action/Adventure/Romantic Suspense/Mystery

Beyond The Chute, winner of The Romance Reviews 2015 Reader’s Choice Award as the Erotica Romance ~ Western book of the year.

Hello, beautiful, and thank you for agreeing to this interview. Why don’t you start by telling us about why you were drawn to this genre?
Well, I would say that it all happened rather accidentally. I didn’t ever set out to be a published author of erotica. Can’t say that was my childhood goal at all! But I’ve always been a sexy thinker.

For me, the beauty of erotica romance isn’t just about writing (or reading) gratuitous sex. It’s really about knowing the personality and preferences of my characters and writing those intimate moments in enough detail so that the reader feels like they have become the hero or heroine in the story. Sex is very personal and is reflective of so many things. Our mood. Our temperament. Our place in time.

I think that the erotic content of a romance novel should give us one more element with which to connect with our favourite characters. It unites us. That’s what draws me to this genre.

Where do you find your inspiration? Day-dreams? Fantasies? Real life experiences?
When I sat down one day with the personal challenge to see if I could write a piece of fiction, it was a lingering daydream in my head that I decided to scribe.

I’ve always been a day dreamer. As a student, my mind would drift off during lectures and sermons, fantasizing about the exceptional men that would be a part of my life as it unfolded. It was a mechanism to escape the monotony of everyday life in the bland world that I found myself in.

Now, as an adult, I still day dream. Sometimes the men in my mental escapes are influenced by real people that I’ve encountered, but quite often they are mere figments of my imagination. They are exceptional men in extraordinary situations that have the ability to meet my intellectual, sexual, and emotional needs.

These are the type of men that make it onto the page.

And on that note, how do you do your research? Leave nothing out!!
How does an author go about researching a bukkake? In 2015, upon the suggestion from a loyal reader, I set out to write, Indulging Her Fantasy, which is a full length novel exploring a woman’s emerging fantasy to participate in a bukkake. I knew NOTHING about this fetish.

In this case, I turned to people who knew more about the world of a bukkake than I did. I asked questions. A lot of questions. Then, I thought a lot about their input and observations, and began to put them together with who I wanted Aurora Reagan to be.

Sites like fetlife have been helpful in my research. Conversations with people I consider to be comfortable in pushing their own sexual boundaries help too. Sometimes…you just have to get into the lab and test things out for yourself!

Wow, bukkake....your kink is not my kink and all that ;) heheh. So, tell us a little about what have you written to date, and what are you working on at the minute?
Over the past three years, I’ve written and published eighteen full length novels, five short stories, and a handful of poems. I’m blessed to have five of my novels selected as the winner of The Romance Review Reader’s Choice Award. I have the BEST readers!

I’ve written two separate series, including a crime series with the remainder of my books as stand alone works. My writing covers all subject matters including municipal politics, the Canadian professional rodeo world, embezzlement (with a story twist you will not see coming), a bukkake fantasy, and a few love stories between characters that give us that wonderful escape from everyday life.

At present, I am embarking on an entirely new series that will feature the auto racing world of stock cars. Each novel will focus on a different aspect of the sport with the first novel written from the perspective of sports psychologist Rebecca Morris and Terrell Johnson, a member of the media pool.

What's your favourite love story, and can you quote us a favourite line from it?
My favourite love stories are written by Shakespeare. I love his writing because he had this incredible ability to weave humour and mirth into his various works. I adore the sentiment in this quote from Midsummer Night’s Dream.

“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind. And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”

Do you believe in love at first sight? *le sigh*
No, but I do believe in lust at first sight. Frankly, it’s a lot less elusive than love.

And with that, what does Love mean to you?
I don’t believe in love at first sight, because to me, love is earned.

Love is this product of the amassing of traits and behaviours that are unique to each couple. For me, Love without trust, is nothing. Love will not take root without trust, respect, hope, and adoration. I won’t even add amazing sex to the list, because I truly believe that intimacy is the fringe benefit to true love.

What is the first thing you notice about the opposite sex? Mhmmm and no fudging, tell us the truth woman!
His teeth! I know…WTF is wrong with me?

The second think I notice, is his vocabulary. It’s the way his mouth and tongue move that speaks volumes about his ummm…oral dexterity. I know that an articulate man with great communication skills is going to rock my world, in bed. I’ll let you just think about that for a moment….

Teeth? Hmm yes. . . ;) If you were to write a book about yourself, what would you name it?
Well, Shakespeare gets another shout out on this one. In Twelfth Night (Act 2, Scene 5), Shakespeare wrote, “Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.”

My book title would be, ‘Be Not Afraid of Greatness’ 

Tell us about a unique or quirky habit of yours. Leave nothing out!
OMG…is there a word limit to this question?
I say the word, ‘actually’ far too often.
I snort when I laugh.
I sing the wrong words to songs on the radio …every single time.
I forget names within five seconds of being introduced to someone.
I smile at strangers.
I choose to parallel park, because I fucking rock at it.
I pay with cash.
…I’ll show myself out.

Aww now, it's fine, I'm weirder than you ;) Okay, final question. This is life or death stuff here…. Caramel or Chocolate!?!
My research is unscientific and random in its sampling, but I believe I may be the only woman who actually loathes chocolate. I love the smell…can’t stand the taste or the texture of it melting on my tongue.  So, drizzle me some caramel, baby!

-gasp- Did I hear loathe and chocolate in the same sentence!? I think I may die. . .  lol Thank you for stopping by, it’s been fun ;)


I invite readers to share their most absurd marriage proposals for a chance to win a signed paperback copy of The Cay. Duke gets it all wrong with Aemelia in this story filled with Greed, Love, Respect, and Temptation.

Here's an example to get you thinking...My ex husband proposed by saying, "Reach into my pocket". There was no lead up to it. We were standing in an abandoned parking lot. The ring...was in his pocket.  Side note...I found out the next day that his mother liked the ring so much, she had been wearing it around for the previous three days. Yeah.  Blechhh!

Okay...what's your story? Was it the words he used? The setting? The timing within a relationship? Personal or second hand stories are all welcome.

Can two friends with benefits make the leap to a life of happily ever after? Duke Weston thinks they can, when his casual relationship with Aemelia Davidson gradually turns serious. The problem is that Duke puts too much emphasis on appearances, as he tries to appease his mother and gets in too much of a hurry to walk Aemelia down the aisle.

Pushing him away, the independent and sometimes self indulgent fund manager flees Manhattan and escapes to the tiny Cay her father left for her in the Turks and Caicos. Determined to see her father’s dream of development become a reality, Aemelia reconnects with her teenage sweetheart for a secret affair. It’s an affair that lasts until Duke comes after her, determined to win her back.

Resisting him at every turn, Aemelia gives her full attention to the project inspired by her father, building luxury beach houses to surround a marina that will be home to luxury yachts and sailboats from around the world.

Can Aemelia see herself in a committed relationship with Duke? Is The Cay the place where she will finally put down roots and make Duke happy?

Greed, love, respect, and temptation must be overcome in this story of, The Cay.

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“…When a true relationship develops the journey becomes bumpy. His overbearing family, a fib gone wrong, and emotions that were unexpected makes for a fast paced read by Ms. Addison. The tropical setting for a large part of the book, makes it a great beach for the summer or a mental vacation by a fire in the winter. This banter between Duke and Aemelia is sexy and fun and their sex scenes are scorching. There are several unexpected events in the book, and while there are times when the reader may want to smack the characters for their actions, like real life nothing is predictable.”

“…When a true relationship develops the journey becomes bumpy. His overbearing family, a fib gone wrong, and emotions that were unexpected makes for a fast paced read by Ms. Addison. The tropical setting for a large part of the book, makes it a great beach for the summer or a mental vacation by a fire in the winter. This banter between Duke and Aemelia is sexy and fun and their sex scenes are scorching. There are several unexpected events in the book, and while there are times when the reader may want to smack the characters for their actions, like real life nothing is predictable.”

“The witty banter between the two main characters was exciting and made you wish you could just yell at them and make them see what is really happening. As expected the banter often led to some very graphic sex scenes that do not leave you wanting more.”

“This story caught my attention right away. I read the entire book in less than 10 hours! It was an amazing story!! I hope there will be more Duke and Aemelia in the future so I can find out what happens next!”

Adult Excerpt:
“That was amazing,” Aemelia purred.

Duke rolled onto his side and looked into her eyes. “I agree, it was amazing,” he said softly as he brushed her hair over her shoulder.

“That’s exactly how I’m meant to be fucked,” she admitted. As soon as she said it, she wondered what possessed her to speak so candidly to the man she had met just three hours earlier. She placed her hand on his chest and closed her eyes. If she was being honest, then she might as well share everything that was on her mind. “When I felt your finger tease my ass, I was sure that you were going to fuck me there.”

Duke chuckled softly. “Would you have let me?”

“Yes,” she said candidly. She felt a twinge between her legs at the though of having his huge cock inside her ass. She definitely would have let him finish in her ass.

“I wish I would have known that.”

Aemelia lifted her head off the pillow and gently kissed his lips. “I asked you what you like. If you’d have asked in return, I’d have told you.”

He returned her kiss. “Fair enough. I’ve learned my lesson.” His heart pounded as her eyelids fluttered as she looked at him with eyes that were becoming hypnotic to him. “What do you like?” he finally asked.

She sighed. “Pleasure. Gratification. Indulgence. I like giving just as much as receiving.” She looked down at his cock that had softened and ran her finger over the dense, flaccid flesh. “I love sucking on a cock,” she said softly.

Duke ran his hand across her shoulder and down her arm. “I’m sorry I denied you that.” He turned her head to face him. “Perhaps we can do this again and I can make some of these wrongs, right for you.”

She gave him a long kiss. “I am not complaining. I like to know that I’ve been fucked, and you definitely delivered on that.”

“What is this?” he asked as he ran his finger over a tiny depression in the toned skin of her abdomen.

“A scar,” she said candidly as she subconsciously ran her finger over the barely visible blemish. “I had surgery as a teenager. They had to take my fallopian tubes out. Fortunately they could do it without leaving a major scar.”

“Y…you don’t have your fallopian tubes?” he asked.

She looked at the cloudy expression on his face and shook her head. “I don’t. I can’t have kids,” she added in all honesty. “With me, birth control will never be a concern.” She heard the distinct sound of her phone pinging from another room. “I need to check that.”

“Where are you going?” he asked as she walked toward the bedroom door.

“There’s an alert on my phone. The markets are open in Hong Kong. One of the companies on my watch list is either having a really bad day, or a really good day.”

She disappeared out the door and down the hall, to the praises of her lover who was thoroughly enjoying the site of her naked body. She found her purse by the door and checked her trading page. Stocks for an airline were plummeting. She clicked the news link to read that an airliner with four hundred and ninety-two passengers and crew had crashed into mountainous terrain. She did a quick analysis of the stock that had now dropped more than fifteen percent of it’s value since the news hit the international wires. She checked her cash position to see what she had available in the event that she decided to purchase shares of the beleaguered stock.

“What is it?” Duke asked.

Aemelia jumped at the sound of his voice. Engrossed in the information on her phone, she hadn’t heard him approach in his bare feet. “There’s been a plane crash in Japan,” she said softly. “I was just monitoring the stock.” The warmth of his body melted away her cares as his long arms wrapped around her torso and he held her close.

“Does this mean you’re working instead of lying your sexy ass in my bed?”

“Yes,” she reluctantly admitted. She knew that she needed to get home to her computer. She could make trades on her phone, but it was her multi-screen terminal in her den that allowed her to most efficiently and effectively manage the fund.

“Come back to bed,” he pleaded. “I promised I’ll make it worth your while.”

She looked up into his eyes and reluctantly declined. “I need to take care of this.”

He held her close and kissed her passionately. She knew he was trying to convince her to stay more than he was saying goodbye. She unwillingly pulled away and began gathering her clothes. As she buttoned her blouse, Duke slipped on his boxer briefs and pulled on his dress shirt. “Let me get you a cab,” he offered as he reluctantly opened the door and escorted her to the front door of the building. Standing in bare feet on the sidewalk, he hailed her a cab that promptly pulled up to the curb. “Is there any chance that we can do this again? It would be a shame for this kind of connection to be a one-time thing.”

Connection. So he felt it too. “I’d like that. Call me anytime,” she invited as she handed him a business card from her handbag before giving him one last kiss. Twenty seconds later, the taxi was shuttling her to her SOHO apartment where she would watch and wait on fickle investors around the globe as she decided whether to invest a piece of her $4 billion in assets.

Sunday, 25 June 2017

A Month of Romance - Jacqueline Anne

Welcome, my darlings. It's another day of romance, and today I’m very lucky to be joined by the scrumptious Jacqueline Anne, author of The Field Series.

Author Bio:
Jacqueline Anne is a pen name that embodies my “wild side.” When I write as Jacqueline Anne, you can fully expect that my inhibitions have been left at the door. I love to write about situations that get my fire burning. I want my books to help my readers escape the ordinary and get down (and dirty) to the extraordinary. My goal is to explore the windows into the souls of my characters that embody discovery, lust, trust, happiness and love all while entertaining to the fullest. There will be sweet moments, times of joy and tears and plenty of hot, steamy experiences. I want my books to be pathways to your erotic adventures.

I reside in Northeast Ohio with my family. I love to workout, read, watch movies, go to the beach and be adventurous. I also love shopping, dancing, wearing 4-inch heels and getting pampered. I truly believe that everything happens for a reason. My life can attest to that. Work hard. Play hard. Live life to the fullest each and every day.

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Hello lovely lady, thank you for agreeing to this interview. Why don’t you start by telling us about why you were drawn to this genre?
Hello! Thank you for having me!
I love to read and write erotic romances because I truly believe love and sex are beautiful, amazing things.

I agree, they are beautiful things. Where do you find your inspiration? Day-dreams? Fantasies? Real life experiences?
All of the above :)  I do incorporate real life experiences into each book.

Oooh, and on that note, how do you do your research? Leave nothing out!!
I do a lot on the internet and delete my browser history rather often. Lol!
I also research different places when I travel.
Oh, and I have to give some credit to my love as well. I’m certain this won’t embarrass him. He’ll wear it like a badge of honour. ;)

Hehehe I never delete my history. Makes it easier to find things later. And don't feel bad for your love, I live for embarrassing mine! So, tell us a little about what have you written to date, and what are you working on at the minute?
My first series is the Sweet Lovers Series. These books helped me set my “Sweet & Steamy” motto.
Awakening the Willow’s Heart is about a strong, yet troubled, and rather promiscuous young woman who finds herself and finally love. In ways, it is a bit different seeing that SHE is the bad girl/player. She certainly has all kinds of fun! ;)
Make Me Forget is my novella. It is set in one of my favourite places. I absolutely love Montauk, NY. The beaches and town are beautiful!
My latest work is The Field Series. You will meet and fall in love with the Pittsburgh Buccaneers baseball team. I must say, I’m a sucker for athletes, so I had to write about some. ;) Field of Passion and Dreams, Field of Trust, and my latest release is Field of Change.
I am currently working on Field of Gratitude, Book 4 of The Field Series, and a special project which will be announced in a few months.
Overall, I really enjoy writing about strong heroines who are trying to overcome some sort of obstacle. As for the heroes, all the men definitely have a sweet side. And the sex? STEAMY!

I have to say, I enjoyed your Sweet Lovers series. Meow! What's your favourite love story, and can you quote us a favourite line from it?
I don’t really have a favourite story per se, but Jaci Burton’s Rough Riders series is really what made me fall in love with reading and eventually writing. Whenever I am doubting myself as a writer, and we all have those moments at times, I pick up those books and read them again.

Do you believe in love at first sight? *le sigh*
I know it has happened with many people. From my personal experience, it was more lust at first sight which fortunately lead to love.

Yeah, I'd have to agree there, it was the same for me and my hubby. What is the first thing you notice about the opposite sex? Mhmmm and no fudging, tell us the truth woman!
The way they carry themselves and their smile, and then their chest and ass. You have to have something to grab onto ;)

hehehe yes, I do love a peachy butt myself. If you were to write a book about yourself, what would you name it?
All or Nothing.

Niiiice! Tell us about a unique or quirky habit of yours. Leave nothing out!
I chew a lot of gum while I am working at my desk, like almost a pack a day. I also drink a gallon of water a day. And yes, I pee all the time! Haha!

If you were to create a slogan for your life, what would it be?
Carpe Diem

What would you do if you were the last person on this earth?
Run around naked.

Hahaha what's to stop you now!?! And final question. This is life or death stuff here…. Caramel or Chocolate!?!
I prefer both together. Great, now I’m craving dark chocolate caramels with sea salt. But since you are making me choose, chocolate is my first pick.

-gasp- Good response! hehe and thank you for stopping by, it’s been fun!


Field of Passion and Dreams
Book 1 of The Field Series

Graham Grayson is a hard worker and all around gentlemen. His dream to play in the majors like his dad just came true. He was called up to be the catcher for the Pittsburgh Buccaneers. On the day of team photos, he meets photojournalist Jordan Michaela Roy.

Still grieving the loss of her dad, Jordan sets aside emotions and memories of her sports reporter father to find her passion again on the field as a sports photojournalist. While working spring training for Major League Baseball, she never anticipates passion igniting off the field, too.

Neither Graham nor Jordan can deny their explosive attraction or the happiness they feel being with each other. Their fathers’ past friendship has them wondering about destiny.

While they worry about the demands of their careers, traveling, and being in the public eye, nothing can prepare Graham for the devastating news that makes him question life, his dream, and love.

Will Graham realize his mistakes before it is too late?

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Field of Trust
Book 2 of The Field Series

Buccaneers’ pitcher Tyson Best is captivated by vibrant artist Cece Schmidt, and he is determined to uncover the mystery lurking in her eyes.

Cece knows her one-night rule will never be enough with Tyson. Frustrated with the hold her corrupted family still has over her, Cece can no longer ignore her feelings for Tyson, despite his high-profile career and the life she ran away from. After confessing partial truths about her past, Cece and Tyson begin their secret romance.

Tyson knows they have a strong connection and refuses to let someone special run out on him like his parents did years ago. In order to protect Cece, he seeks the whole truth about her past and in the process unveils crime and terror.

When Cece receives a threat from her uncle, she is desperate to end the fear once and for all—but first, she will have to play a dangerous game.

Will trust and love pull them through?

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Field of Change
Book 3 of The Field Series

Fiercely independent café owner Sophia Hudson successfully balances a thriving business with providing a loving home for her son, but when her one true love saunters back into her life, she can no longer guard the truth she hid for years.

Mike Rosen, professional shortstop and known playboy, has recently turned his life around. Arriving in his hometown to visit his sister, he walks into a café, floored to see the woman who broke his heart with a toddler-sized version of himself. Although hurt and angered by Sophia’s deceit, he’s determined to be part of both her and his son’s lives.

While still loving Mike, fear and doubt consume Sophia. Plagued by those uncertainties, she also struggles with Mike’s public life, unwilling to expose their son to it. The resulting emotional roller coaster barrels through love, passion, and pain as both Mike and Sophia accept something needs to change, but is either willing to sacrifice enough before it’s too late?

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She straightened up. “Actually, I own this place,” she stated with pride. She had worked hard to start a new life and was damn proud of herself.

“What happened in New York City?”

Impatient patrons began to grumble behind him. Sophia really didn’t have time to get reacquainted right now because she was already short-staffed.

She gestured for him to step aside to allow the next person to place their order. He followed her down the long counter until there was an opening.

She felt his eyes examine her. Her brown hair was still long and wavy just like the day she walked away from him, although it was braided today since she was at the café. She was curvier now. Things changed, but she was still healthy—firm in all the right places, soft in others. She knew a lot of girls who battled with their weight in the modeling industry, but she kept practicing healthy eating habits and exercised consistently while never overindulging.

When his eyes gaze traveled back up her body, she tried to mask the array of feelings rolling through her. Exhaustion made it hard—plain and simple. She needed to be strong and get him out of there.

Her bright green eyes met his dark, mysterious ones. “My life changed,” she responded.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her son walking toward her. She wished he would be distracted along the way, praying to God she could avoid a conversation she absolutely did not want to have—not now, not ever. She kept her eyes on Mike until little Ryan pulled on the hem of her shirt.

“My crayon broke,” he said with a pouty face.

Sophia crouched down and consoled her son while fetching him a new box of crayons from under the counter. Coloring was his favorite thing to do while Soph was working. She stocked up on coloring books and crayons from the dollar store, and he was a happy camper. He would even give the customers some of his artwork, making them beam with delight. She was truly blessed to have such an amazing child.

“Thanks, Mommy!”

Sophia stood up and nervously smiled, secretly praying Mike wouldn’t ask more questions. Mike was standing there with his mouth gaped opened, completely stunned. It was clear her prayers weren’t going to be answered this time.

“My reason for the change.” She gestured to her son and began wiping the counter, hoping he would take the hint and see she was busy working.

He continued to stand there in shock and she instinctively shook her head, warning him off. She didn’t want to do this now or ever. This wasn’t what she wanted. They were fine. Better than fine.

“How old is he?”

Oh God, it is happening.

Her heart was beating so hard it sounded like thunder pounding in her ears, but Mike stood still, holding his ground, as he not so patiently waited for her to answer.

After what felt like an eternity, she finally replied. “Three.”

The look on Mike’s face displayed a collection of emotions ranging from stunned to angry and everything in between. Her café definitely wasn’t the place, but apparently it was going to be the time, and there was nothing she could do about it.

She tugged on his arm and pulled him out the back door, trying to avoid a scene in front of her customers.

“How could you not tell me?” he spat.

“He’s not your responsibility, Mike. He’s mine,” she affirmed.

Sophia could play it off like he was someone else’s child just as she had been doing all this time. She had stayed off social media once she quit modeling. She knew it would raise a million questions, and she hadn’t been ready to answer them. She still wasn’t. Instead, she practically fell off the face of the earth for a while. She stayed with her mom in Arizona until she decided she wanted to raise Ryan near where she had grown up. It was a charming town with a good, small school system, much smaller than when she went there. Most of the people she knew throughout the years had gone elsewhere as the town quickly become a popular tourist spot. Like her mom, many folks cashed out during the booming real estate market.

Ever since she moved back, she quickly changed the subject about who Ryan’s father was anytime it came up, which wasn’t very often.

Her stomach rolled. No matter how many times she rehearsed this situation possibly happening, nothing could have prepared her for this moment. One look at Mike and her heart was aching all over again.

“And who else’s?” he asked with his arms crossed in front of him, displaying a stern expression of determination.

Her heart hurt so bad she didn’t answer. She couldn’t even look him in the eyes.

“Dammit, Soph. Just tell me,” Mike demanded. “Is he mine?”


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Saturday, 24 June 2017

A Month of Romance - Stormy Glenn

Welcome, my lovelies. Today I have the pleasure of being joined by the talented Stormy Glenn, author of ManLove Erotic, Contemporary, and paranormal Romance.

Author Bio:
After 25 years of bankrupting my family with my reading obsession, I decided to try my hand at writing my own novels. It still amazes me to this day that people are actually interested in the stuff that comes out of my imagination. It can be a real mess up there.

I live in the great Northwest region of the USA, with my gorgeous husband and soul mate, six very active teenagers, two boxer/collie puppies, one old biddy cats, and three fish. When I'm not being a mother to my six teenagers or cleaning up after my two 70 pound lap puppies, you can usually find me cuddled in bed with a book in my hand and a puppy in my lap. Or on my laptop, creating the next sexy man for one of my stories.

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There came a point where I began to believe life was perfect. I was married to the sexiest Italian ever trained to be a SWAT officer, I had two beautiful little girls, and more friends than I could count. And then my world fell out from beneath my feet and I discovered that evil was alive and well and coming for me. I had two choices. I could hide in my panic room or spit in the devil's face.

I spit in the devil's face.

Protecting my family from the evil in the world would be a whole lot easier if I wasn't married to Lany, but I wouldn't change a second of our life together, no matter what came our way. I just wished my gorgeous husband wasn't such a hot mess. When the devil arrived on our doorstep and threatened all I held dear, I did the only thing I could.

I spit in the devil's face.

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     It made sense that it would be drizzling on a day like today. How could the powers that be allow sunshine and bright blue skies when my heart was breaking? Staring down at the polished wooden casket at my feet, I wondered if I would ever enjoy blue skies again.

     I knew life was finite, but the last week had proven to me that it could end at any second. One moment you are there, and the next you are simply gone, the victim of a needless car accident.

     I glanced across the casket to where my Uncle Jerry stood, his hands folded together in front of him, his eyes pinned on the casket as it was slowly lowered into the ground. How the man wasn’t screaming was beyond me. I’d be a blubbering mess on the floor if anything happened to my Sal.

     I leaned into the SWAT commander, needing his touch to comfort me. Salvador Delvecchio was my reason for breathing. Without him, nothing worked. Not my job as personal assistant to the police chief—my uncle. Not raising our adopted twin girls, Rosy and Bella. Not even the flame that burned in the center of my soul only for my husband.

     I needed Sal to function.

     After everything we had been through, the kidnappings, the attacks, the mobsters…this might be the hardest. It sucked that our anniversary was this week. I didn’t feel like celebrating. I just wanted to gather my family close to me and hold on to them with every ounce of strength I had.

     I sniffled as tears streamed down my cheeks.

     A moment later, Sal's hand grabbed mine.

     When I lifted my eyes, Uncle Jerry was staring at me. I sent him a weak, wobbly smile, but it was the best I could muster under the circumstances. Uncle Jerry nodded back, just the barest of movement of his head to acknowledge me.

     It wasn’t something I felt he had to do, but I was glad he did. I was worried about my uncle. He had just lost his wife of nearly twenty years. If he wasn’t broken, then he was close to it.

    I was still stunned by the fact that my Aunt Sally was gone. The woman had just always been there. She and my mother were as thick as thieves, as close as two sisters-in-law could be. The two women were the cornerstones of the Harris family.

     What would we do without her?

     I pulled my handkerchief out of my pocket and swiped at my nose. It had been running practically as long as my tears had. I had been crying for days. Just when I thought I was done, I would remember something Aunt Sally said or did and I would start up all over again.

     I was a mess.

     “Come on, caro.”

     Sal’s arm felt heavy around my shoulders, but I was glad it was there. The man was practically the only thing keeping my vertical. He led me away from the gravesite and back through the freshly manicured lawn to the long line of limousines waiting to take us to the wake.

     When I saw my parents, I pushed away from Sal and rushed over to them. I tried not to run. My mother wouldn’t approve. Emotional outbursts in public were not allowed. Behind closed doors, you could scream your head off. Never in public.

     Knowing that, I was surprised when my mother hugged me just as I reached her.


     “Mom.” I breathed deep when my father's hand went to my shoulder, giving me a good squeeze. After hugging my mother longer than probably was appropriate, I leaned back. I sent my father a wobbly smile. “Hey, Dad.”

     Lancaster Harris II nodded at me. I would have thought him totally detached from the situation if I hadn’t seen the red rimming his eyes. “Junior.”

     “Where are the girls, Junior?” Mother asked.

     “Eddie and Lyn are watching them.” I wouldn’t leave my twin girls with just anyone. “They said they’d stay as long as we needed them. I thought it was better to leave the twins at home.”

    I adored my adopted twin girls and had since the moment they were laid in my arms almost a year ago. I could still remember how precious each of the three-week-old twins had looked. They stole my heart with that one look. They did the same with almost everyone they met.

    “Yes, quite right.” Cynthia Harris drew in a strong breath. She was a formable woman, and it rattled me a little bit to see her shaken. “A funeral is no place for those beautiful little angels.”

    Despite the somberness of our situation, I found myself smiling. Rosy and Bella had stolen my mother’s heart the second she had seen them. She had all but given up ever being a grandmother, instead, devoting herself to my father and me and all her little causes. Learning that she had not one but two granddaughters had put me and Sal in her good graces for months.

    My father tried to pretend he was merely amused by his wife’s total devotion to Rosy and Bella, but I had caught him sneaking into their room to watch them sleep on more than one occasion. More times than not, a new stuffed animal for the girls was clutched in his hand.

    It was a secret kept between just us.

    “We’ll see you at your uncle’s house?” my mother asked.

    “We’ll be there, Cynthia,” Sal said.

    Cynthia’s lips spread into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, but I didn’t think it was Sal. Her eyes were too filled with sadness. She clasped Sal’s hand between two of hers. “Thank you, Salvador. You’ve been a godsend through all of this.”

    I noticed a slight flush to Sal’s cheeks before he glanced away. “This is my family.”

    I wanted to hug the man again, but took his hand instead. As much as I wanted to shout to the world that Sal belonged to me, waving my rainbow flag at a funeral was wrong, even I knew that. I needed to be thinking about my aunt today, a woman who had accepted me and all my quirks and had thrown Sal and I the biggest engagement party of the season.

    God, I was going to miss her.

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