Welcome P. J. MacLayne! It's finally here! The second book in the Oak Grove Mysteries
series, Her Ladyship's Ring,
is available now at major ebook retailers. Tell us about it, won’t you?
Harmony Duprie is back, and so is trouble in Oak Grove.
When a man is murdered in the back yard of the old Victorian house she
is remodeling, Harmony is determined to locate his next-of-kin so he can be put
to rest properly. But with her ex-boyfriend Jake out of prison, back in town
and one of the suspects in the murder, she takes on the challenge of solving
With Eli, her current love interest, in Florida and Jake close by, old
emotions come back to haunt her. Can Harmony clear Jake's name and solve the
mystery of her own heart?
Although each book in the series is a complete mystery (no
cliffhangers), the books should be read in order. The first book, The Marquesa’s Necklace, is currently on sale for 99¢.
Freddie nodded and climbed out of the ambulance. I
watched with interest as he and the officer walked towards the porch. The
officer, one of those people who used their hands to talk, waved them wildly in
the air. The flashlight he held created a miniature laser show as he moved it
about. But my attention was diverted
when the paramedic discovered another ding on my face and applied the
medication that stung worse than the original cut.
“Are any of
those cuts going to leave a scar?” Luke asked from the peanut gallery.
shouldn’t.” The paramedic cupped my chin in his palm and moved my head back and
forth, studying his handiwork. He pushed a strand of long brown hair that had
escaped from my bun away from my face. “Not as long as she keeps them clean and
they don’t get infected.”
One more thing for me to worry about. I tried to
remember which cheek James Bond’s scar was on. Or were female PI’s supposed to
be flawless? If so, I'd never qualify. My glasses were enough to eliminate me.
It didn’t take long until Freddie came back. “How
long were you here before the shot was fired?” he asked. He seemed tired as he
climbed back into the ambulance and stood opposite me, bending so his head
wouldn't scrape the roof of the ambulance.
“And Luke and
Joe were with you the whole time?”
With Freddie back into cop mode, not friend mode, I got nervous. “I drove up ten
minutes or so before them.” I glanced at the boys, and Joe shrugged.
“Did you go
into the house while you were waiting?”
“No.” I felt
the heat in my cheeks. “I thought I saw something moving upstairs, and decided
to wait outside for them. It was probably just the reflection of a bird on the
window, but I didn’t want to take any unnecessary chances. Besides, they were
bringing the cleaning equipment.”
“Did you hear
the shot? Was there more than one?”
What the hell? “No, I didn’t, I was singing.”
I never claimed to be good.
“But we didn’t
hear it either,” Luke said, defending me.
Born and raised among the rolling hills of western Pennsylvania, P.J.
MacLayne still finds inspiration for her books in that landscapes. She is a
computer geek by day and a writer by night who currently lives in the shadow of
the Rocky Mountains. When she's not in front of a computer screen, she might be
found exploring the back roads of the nearby national forests and parks.
Coming in June: The Penhallow Train Incident! Here's the absolutely fantastic cover:
And how's this for a storyline:
In the sleepy coastal Maine town of Penhallow, a stranger dies on a train, drawing Rachel
Tinker, director of the Penhallow Historical Society, and Griffin Tate, curmudgeonly retired professor, into a
spider’s web of archaeological obsession and greed. The victim’s rival
confesses that they were both after a map to the Queen of Sheba’s tomb, and
with his help they set out to find it. Their plans are stymied, however, when a
tug of war erupts between the sheriff and a state police detective who want to
arrest the same man—one for murder and one for bank robbery. It falls to Rachel
to solve both crimes…and two more murders, if she is to unlock the soft heart
that beats under Griffin’s hard crust.
The Penhallow Train Incident is a full-length romantic suspense/murder mystery, suitable for all ages. The fabulous Secret Cravings Publishing will release it in June under the Sweet Cravings label. Look for it!
pulled the long johns from the pot. The
water still steamed and she was tempted to jump into the wash water and baste
herself in hot liquid. Who’s to know? It was only dirt from her
husband’s old underwear. And David’s long gone. She checked the windows again—Gabe must have
given up. She’d caught him peeking in twice this week. Despite herself, her
vulva warmed at the thought. He’s so
handsome. Those black curls and that strong Roman nose. She’d first seen
him in the market, hawking his fish. Muscled biceps, steel hard chest, only lightly
covered with fine black hair. Then last week he’d turned quickly to find her
staring at him. He had smiled, his black eyes sparkling. Yeah, but then he slapped a twenty-pound cod on the table and ripped
its gills out. After that, she avoided his cart.
second encounter happened a couple of days later. She’d been in the garden,
bent over to pull a weed out. A gust of air raised her skirt. The sudden cold
air on her ass reminded her that she’d forgotten to put underwear on that
morning. Something tickled the back of her neck and she straightened. Gabe
stood behind her. His eyes rose from her breasts to her face. He spun on his
heel and loped off.
time she’d been cooking. She stopped to wipe a wet tendril from her perspiring
face and there he was, staring in the window. He’d opened his mouth, but then
closed it and disappeared. She’d caught him one more time only yesterday. She
toyed with the idea of notifying the police, but…It’s nice to have a man find me attractive after all these years.
He didn’t seem dangerous after all. Just horny.
checked the window again. Hell, why not? She stripped and lowered herself gingerly
into the basin. Steam roiled around her,
stuffing her nostrils and curling under her armpits. Warm water seeped into her
pussy and stiffened her nipples. She began to relax, her mind going back to the
sensuous times of her youth, when she and Eric would go to the pine barrens. He
would strip her naked and take pictures as she posed in whatever erotic
position he invented. Once a young man happened upon them. At first she was
mortified, but at Eric’s urging, she’d let the fellow suck her tits and finger
fuck her while Eric danced around them with his camera.
came David. The fun stopped when she married him. What a miserable five years
they’d spent, until he confessed his love for another. Hiding the relief, she
let him go.
water began to cool. She climbed out of the pot and padded across to the tea
kettle, hugging her breasts in the chill air. She poured more hot water into
the cauldron and stepped in. The water resumed its fondling. Oh how I wish I had a man in here with me!
As her finger inched toward her pussy, she paused. What was that sound? She
half rose, her breasts bobbing on the surface. Nothing. I’m alone. She sank blissfully back.
How the hell did you get in?”
greeting for an old friend.” He sat on the edge of the tub, swishing a finger
in the water.
thought you were still in jail.”
snorted. “I can see you don’t keep up with my activities. They let me out for
good behavior last week.” He leaned forward and flicked her nipple. “You’re
looking good, Lila. It’s been—what—six years?”
squirmed away. “Leave me alone, Eric.”
honey.” He stood up and pulled his shirt over his head. His chest was covered
with tattoos and old scars. “We used to have such good times. Remember the pine
barrens? I still have those photos. Betcha didn’t know I recruited Hank to find
us that day.” He smacked his lips. “You were an easy mark then.”
searched for her clothes. Damn. There
they are—by the sink. Too far. He’d catch her before she reached them. She eyed
around to stand behind her. At his touch she shivered. “Don’t worry. I’m just
going to give you a little massage…for old times’ sake.”
didn’t believe him. Eric had been a rough lover, getting close to, but never
over the line. Now she sensed he intended to go over that line. “Eric, stop
his hands slid over her shoulders and down to her breasts. He squeezed them,
rubbing the nipples until they turned hard and red. She tried to move away but
he held them in a painful grip. “Eric!”
Crash. Eric’s hands slipped off her and
she heard him land heavily on the floor. She rose out of the water and turned
around. Gabe stood over Eric’s prostrate form, a baseball bat in his hand. He
looked up. “You okay?”
she remembered she was naked. His eyes raked her skin. She dropped under the
surface, her face flushed. “Yes, I’m okay.”
fidgeted, suddenly embarrassed. “Just passing by. Seemed like you were in
trouble. Were you?”
She pointed at Eric. “He’s an old…friend. But not a welcome one. Thanks for
stared at her, then shook himself. “I’ll just drop this fellow off at the
police station, then.”
wanted to ask him to come back. No,
you’ve had enough excitement for one night. “Nothing.”
dug his hands under Eric’s arms and
dragged him out the door.
of getting out, Lila lay back, trying to calm down. The water was still warm,
and gradually her breathing went back to normal. She thought about Gabe. He must have been spying on me. The
notion didn’t frighten her. Where Eric’s touch had repulsed her, Gabe’s excited
her. I wish…I wish…
she rose, pulled a dish towel from the drawer, and dried herself off. Before
heading to bed, she stoked the fire. As she sat on the couch watching the
flames spark and flash, her eyelids grew heavy. I’ll just lie down for a minute. It’s so nice and cozy here.
brushed her lips. “Hello Lila.”
kneeled by her, his dark eyes gleaming. She raised a hand and unbuckled his
belt. He watched her hungrily. She pulled the zipper of his jeans down and
lifted his cock out. A tentative lick made it jump. She sucked the whole thing
between her lips and drew him nearer. He steadied himself on the floor and
began to pump into her mouth. She felt it go rigid, but he pulled out. “Wait.”
his shirt and, kicking off his shoes, dropped his pants. Kneeling down again,
he kissed her. Reaching a finger out, he touched one nipple, rotating. She
concentrated on the sensation, feeling
it grow and harden. He moved to the other breast and did the same thing. Lila’s
chest rose and fell with pent-up desire.
the finger trace the line of her diaphragm down to her belly button. Juices
flowed into her vulva, wanting, waiting. She held still. His finger moved
lower, then stopped just short of her pussy. She lifted her hips in the vain
hope that he would take the hint. He watched her, a small smile on his face.
“You want more?”
could only nod.
spread his hand and cupped her mound.
His fingers pressed and rubbed the lips of her vagina. She began to
inserted a finger into her pussy, then another. Just as she felt the orgasm
prick at her, he withdrew them. Trembling, she stuffed a fist in her mouth to
stop herself from begging. He rose, towering over her, then lifted her and placed her on the floor. His penis, hard
and thick, bobbed close to her mouth and she tried to catch it. Just as her lips closed on it he twisted
around to face her toes.
fingers caressed the back of her calf, then slowly moved up to her inner thigh.
He dropped kisses after the fingers until he reached her hips. He split her
legs wide. Suddenly his tongue dove into her pussy, laving the lips and sucking
them into his mouth. A cry of sheer pleasure broke from her mouth.
inched up her body until his lips touched hers again. The cock batted against
her thigh. She took hold of it and guided it in. They began the timeless dance
of desire, dipping into each other’s body, pulling away, ever closer, ever more
synchronized. His ebony eyes bored into hers, willing her to give in, to let
go, to abandon the carefully nurtured restraints on her wild nature.
moment, her eyes wide, she screamed. His mouth crushed hers while his cock
pulsed with life.
rooster crowed in the yard, Lila opened an eye. The light was pale and cold.
She looked out the window for the sun and instead saw a face. Stunned, she lay back
next to Gabe. She heard the door open.
Kenzie Michaels! I know you’re going to tell us about NiKoh’s Chosen, the
sequel to your wonderful sci-fi erotic romance Heart’s Last Chance, but will
you first bring us up to speed on the story behind it? Thanks!
Story Behind NiKoh’s Chosen
Have you ever read a story and wondered how the author came
up with the idea? Let me tell you, I never thought I would write Sci-Fi
Romance, because a) I tried to write my own ending to Star Wars in the 9th
grade and failed miserably; and b) description is my weak point!
If you’ve already heard the story of how Heart’s
Last Chance came about, bear with me; this is brief recap for those who
haven’t heard the story. Back in 2002, Brock and Tricia met, spent the night
together, and everything was going well when all of a sudden, Brock uttered
those dreaded words:
“I’m not exactly from Earth.”
*needle scratch* Say WHAT?
I put it away for ten years.
Then pulled it out and thought I’d see where it would go. After two title changes, it released
September 2014 and everyone loves it.
I’d tentatively written the first four chapters of NiKoh’s
story, Brock’s older brother, but he didn’t like the direction I was taking
him, and refused to speak to me. A tiny
problem occurred: I’d pitched Brock and
Tricia’s story with the idea of four sequels, and already had release dates
lined up. When NiKoh refused to speak to
me, little sister Kira started telling me her story and wouldn’t shut up until
it was written. What’s the problem? Her book is #4 in the series.
Finally, NiKoh decided he’d been upstaged enough and I was
able to write his story. I think you’ll
like the direction this saga is going, and NiKoh has already had his first
In addition, Brock’s story, Heart’s
Last Chance, has been nominated in the LRC Best Of Awards, for Best
Sci-Fi/Futuristic Romance of 2014. If
you’ll ‘like’ my author page on Facebook (link at bottom of this post), I’ll
keep you apprised of the voting link and ultimately, the results. I’m hoping to place well!
Still mourning the tragic death of his beautiful mate, could
another Chosen one already be waiting for NiKoh SiLah? To avoid what he’s not
ready to accept, he throws himself into his work at Planet Security.
Leaving the Academy behind to follow her dream of working
with animals, GiNae SoJae returns home. Preoccupied with work and not ready to
take a mate, she’s horrified when her body enters Maturity. GiNae fights the
changes occurring within her. But during nightly dreams she cannot control, an
unknown man teaches her the secrets of her body.
Will NiKoh and GiNae succumb to the paths they think have
been chosen for them or will they discover the true Chosen life that awaits
In this exclusive excerpt, GiNae is not pleased with what she perceives the direction her life is taking and is doing everything within her power to get it to stop.Unfortunately, she doesn’t understand Maturity can’t be ‘willed away’.I based some of this on my sister’s determination to never go through puberty, ha ha!
“Your mother was only trying to show her support of you
“I know. Thank you for getting her to back off.” The
firelight danced across GiNae’s soft features, causing her green eyes to glow.
“I’ve spoken with both my friend RaKel and my mother, and there is a way out of
this. All you have to do, NiKoh, is go before the elders and ask for a special
dispensation, and all this will cease.”
NiKoh tried to remain composed, but her earnestness, along
with her determination to stop the inevitable, was too much. He felt the
laughter build, no matter how he tried to quell it, but to no avail. “I’m so
sorry, GiNae. Forgive me,” he managed before the urge overtook him.
“What is with you? All you do is laugh at me. I’m serious,
NiKoh! Won’t anyone take me seriously?” Her rage fueled his laughter, and as
she stood to storm off, he lunged, catching her by the arm.
“I’m sorry,” he gasped. “Please, sit. Let me explain.”
“So far, all I understand is I seem to humor you.” She shook
free, but sat back down, crossing her arms over her small bosom.
NiKoh coughed, trying to get his laughter under control.
“I’m not trying to anger you, really I’m not. It’s just there seems to be a
“My mother is never wrong.”
“You’re right, she isn’t. Let me see if I get this straight.
You want me to go before the elders, and get them to agree we aren’t
compatible, so you will, what? Stop going through Maturity? Or is there someone
else you have your eye on for your Chosen?” NiKoh nearly laughed when he saw
the horrified expression on her face.
“You mean…these dreams, visions, whatever, will continue?
Even if the dispensation is granted?”
NiKoh shrugged, holding up his hands. “I have no control
over my subconscious, and neither do you. The dreams are a part of the Maturity
process, GiNae.” He picked up his goblet and sipped.
GiNae stood up. “Great. Just great. So everybody goes
for having me today, M. S.! At the end
of the month, I will be giving away a NiKoh’s Chosen Prize Pack, full of
goodies. Entry is simple: Leave a comment with your contact info and
what format e-book (pdf, kindle) you prefer, since names WILL be selected at
random to win copies of either NiKoh’s Chosen or Heart’s Last Chance.
Welcome Jean Joachim. I love football too so I'm really looking forward to hearing about your two new football romances.
FIRST & TEN SERIES by Jean
I’ve loved football since high school. Our biggest rivalry
was over football. Swooning over football players began early and has never
gone away. So I’ve written my own drool-worthy football heroes and given them
hot, loving women.
Here are the first two books in this series.
GRIFF MONTGOMERY, QUARTERBACK
He wanted a wife. She didn’t want to get married –
ever. Not exactly a match made in
heaven. Ten years ago, Griff Montgomery, star quarterback of the Kings and
womanizer, became a stand-in father for his widowed sister’s kids. After they
moved away, Griff wanted his own family. But where does a “player” go to find
his ideal mate?
Having sworn off marriage forever, Lauren Farraday barely
kept her life together after her divorce. With her career shaky and depression
closing in, the last thing she needed was a courtroom battle with a sexy
“I like having him around.” Griff increased his pace to a
Trunk snickered. “In bed with a dog? You’re slipping.”
“He’s better looking than anything you’ve slept with.”
“Are you referring to my wife?” Trunk’s tone turned
you’re married? Gee, I didn’t think so when we were in Miami, San Francisco,
and Dallas last year,” Griff shot back.
Genre: Contemporary Sports Romance ; Rating: R (3 flames)
66,000 words; 239
All buy links here:
BUDDY CARRUTHERS, WIDE RECEIVER
his record-breaking stats and womanizing ways, wide receiver, Buddy Carruthers,
would give it all up for one chance to win the only woman he ever wanted, Emmy
Meacham. Hard-won games, and traveling half the season kept Buddy from pursuing
his secret passion. Even if he managed to corner her for a moment, would she
still care? Now a rock
star known as Emerald, Emmy lived her life on the road with no time for love.
In her dreams, she longed to turn back the clock and spend another night with
Buddy. But lies and deceit had kept them apart for five years. Would a chance
meeting wash away those years or cause old wounds to resurface? Could two lives
traveling in opposite directions make room for love or would they continue to
spin, out of sync, and always alone?
“Do you really need so much for only a
“You’re right. Let’s return the lingerie.”
Buddy put his hand on hers as she was
reaching for the bag. “Don’t be hasty. Maybe I’m wrong. I don’t know how much
you need. This looks okay to me.”
Genre: Contemporary Sports Romance; Rating: R (3 flames)
65,000 words; 228 p.
All buy links here: http://jeanjoachimbooks.com/first-ten-series-2/buddy-carruthers-wide-receiver-first-ten-2/
Action packed from the locker room to the bedroom, First
& Ten books also include pugs. Spike
appears in Griff’s story
and Blitz in
Buddy’s. Yes, I’m a pug lover and supporter of pug rescue as well. I hope
you’ll find time for my books and laugh, cry and be swept into the world of the
Connecticut Kings, their challenges, their victories, and most of all their
search for love.
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Please welcome Lisabet Sarai, introducing her newest release, D&S Duos, Book 4. She is presenting a PG excerpt here, but be aware that D&S Duos is a work of erotica.
Lisabet Sarai’sD&SDuos Book 4 celebrates the thrill of sexual power and the ecstasy of surrender. In “Like Riding a Bicycle”, after years of vanilla marriage, a couple resumes the kinky games that first drew them together. The characters in “Limbo” experience the ultimate erotic connection thanks to dangerous and addictive out-of-body technology. D&SDuosBook4alsoincludes bonus story “Blind Obedience” and a transgressive excerptfromLisabet’seroticthrillerBangkokNoir.