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Friday, March 23, 2018

Blue Vision by Marie Lavender 💕 Cover Re-Reveal & EXCLUSIVE eBook Giveaway 💕 (Sci-Fi Romance)

An undeniable connection. A dangerous secret.

Brooke Sanders just wants to get away from her life for a while. A remote cabin in Montana fits the bill. She doesn’t expect to encounter a mysterious stranger with unusual blue eyes, or events that cannot be explained…

Colin Fielding is on a mission – scout a planet and return home to Endhivar. Simple really. What he doesn’t anticipate is that fate has a pretty twisted sense of humor. Suddenly, this human calls to him, every part of him, like the call of a true mate, and he can’t deny the connection as he gets closer to her.

Little do they know, someone is out to do them harm, as well as the world Brooke holds so dear. Can they stop what’s coming before it’s too late? Or will the universe lose a perfect gem?

Nothing was there, and yet she was drawn to some unknown source. Of their own volition, her fingers shifted, unlocking the doors, and then pushed them open. The cold breeze was hardly a deterrent.

In her bare feet, she walked across the deck and took the stairs, the same steps she’d used before. She trudged through the woods, her legs sinking into the tall snow. A low hum came from nearby, and she followed it. There, a green light came again, just through the trees. It was a circular glow, as if radiating around an object. She reached a section in the forest, now a clearing, as several trees had been knocked down by a mysterious force. The bright green light had disappeared. Before her was more snow. Instinct drove her forward. She sank to her knees and began to dig. Hard. Her hands grew numb, but she didn’t let it stop her. She drew strength from unknown reserves. Soon, her fingers tapped a solid surface.
Brooke brushed the flakes away and sat back on her heels, staring. Before her lay a strangely shaped object constructed of shimmery metal, almost liquid. It was in the outline of a marquis with an iridescent jewel-like object on each corner. She rose and stepped forward. Her hand encountered the cool metal. Beneath her touch, it grew warm, changing to a soft red hue. This was some kind of vessel, she gathered, but she didn’t know where it had come from.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

She turned and saw Colin. Instead of appearing dressed, he was back in his pale blue skin. Her breaths grew short as he approached, and she stood to keep him from intimidating her.

He reached out and touched her cheek. The contact was cool, yet it sizzled with energy. “Too curious,” he murmured. “What will I do with you?”

“Do?” she whispered, though the word, for some reason, caused her mind to spin into visions she was sure weren’t her own. Images of their bodies rolling over sheets, moving gently together, made her heat up from the inside. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment before she looked up and saw that strange blue color flash once more.

When his mouth descended upon hers, it was cool at first until their mingled breaths warmed the experience. She opened to him without question, and felt his arms slowly encompass her. Her hands moved to explore his biceps, shoulders and nape, where his dark hair lay. Still, his body was cold, and she wanted to warm him somehow. Putting one hand to his chest, she found his heart as it throbbed in soft beats beneath her touch.

He groaned, speared a hand into her dark tresses, now a little damp from the falling snowflakes around them. She didn’t care. All she wanted was this man, his lips on hers, even on her body if he was willing.

“Not in a dream, marghitippe.”

“Dream?” She wet her lips as she pulled away a bit to look at him. He’d said that word before. “What language is that? Gaelic?”

“A dying language only. You wouldn’t know it.”

She nodded. “What does it mean, what you said?”

“Something like ‘my miracle’.”

Her breath caught. “So, you think I’m yours?”

Then his face changed, his features hardening into an emotion she didn’t recognize, and she was suddenly suffused with fear. Her heart kicked into a panicky rhythm. She didn’t know the first thing about him, and yet she’d been in his arms, allowed him to kiss her until she couldn’t think of a reason she should say ‘no’.

“Indeed. But the fault is not yours, sweetheart.”

He’d read her mind, she thought. But how?

He squeezed her arm, but not enough to hurt her. “Go. Head back to your cabin. You got lost somehow, like earlier.”

“I know what I saw,” she protested.

“And I pray you’ll forget,” he muttered.

She knew she should still be afraid, but something about the way his gaze moved over her face warmed her body. “Why don’t you want me now?”

He frowned. “My wanting you is not in question.”

Her gaze traveled across his exposed skin. “Who are you?” she whispered, suddenly fascinated by how different he was, from her, from anyone she’d met before.

His lips firmed into a thin line. “Go. Go now. I’ll not ask again.”

That’s enough of that, she thought. She wouldn’t be a victim ever again. She stepped up to him, satisfied when his eyes widened. “Or you’ll what? Rhett Butler my ass all the way back? I don’t think so.”

He frowned. “You humans speak so strangely.” He shook his head. “I don’t want to do this, marghitippe.”

“Do what?”

“This will hurt, and I’m sorry.” She tensed as his hand rested upon her forehead. Pain shot through her skull and her knees buckled. He caught her up in his arms. Brooke gazed up at him, into his black eyes, which now shifted colors, to the brightest blue she’d ever seen. Then the lights went out.

She jerked awake later, crying out, and nearly slipped off the sofa before her hand shot out to stop her momentum. The room was still warm, the fire crackling close by. She shivered from the effects of the vision.

Quite a dream, she thought. Clearly her reading material had gotten into her head. That must be why she also had a splitting headache. She squeezed her eyes shut, and began to shiver incessantly. Brooke drew the throw tighter over her skin. Curious, she reached inside her shirt to feel for her body temperature. Odd, she was cool to the touch like she’d snuggled up to an iceberg instead of the nearby flames, or maybe she’d come down with something.

Great. Just her luck. She was out in the middle of nowhere and she was getting the flu.

With a shrug, she stood up from the sofa, and headed in the direction of the bedroom. A weird tingle ran up her spine and she froze in mid-step. Brooke turned, and then looked back at the sliding glass doors. They were closed, but she still felt a chill in the air. It was so strange. She felt as if she was being watched, too, yet nothing was there.

After a moment, she shook her head. Maybe leftover paranoia from the dream. She forced herself to go to bed. As she climbed under the covers and her mind began to calm, she thought of that incredible kiss. Her body began to tingle in a strange fashion. She couldn’t deny Colin was attractive. Obviously, her subconscious wanted to torment her with it. But he was dangerous, she thought. He might never physically hurt her, yet she had no guarantees, just as she didn’t with anyone she dated or met.

She wanted to believe he had good intentions, and there was something unusual about the man, a mystery she couldn’t figure out. Still, she feared trouble was not far behind. So she would forget him. That wouldn’t be too hard, right? Hell, she’d turned down his offer to go out, if that’s what he meant earlier. So, he’d be easy to forget.

As her heart called her a liar, she cursed, turned over in the sheets and closed her eyes.


Inevitable by Sariah Skye 💕 Book Tour & Gift Card Giveaway 💕(Paranormal Reverse Harem Romance)

A few short weeks ago, I knew exactly who I was: Ava Dawson, a woman with a surprising magical ability, a daughter, a friend, and invisible to men.
Now? Everything has changed. The only family I’ve ever known? Betrayed me. My best friend lives clear across the city, and I seem to have the favor of four gorgeous, reluctant incubi. That complicates things a bit.
Also, I have this powerful magic coursing through my veins: the power of the mythical isle of Avalon. It’s real, I promise—I feel it every day. If I don’t learn how to control it, I might just end up hurting the people closest to me. Mathias, Trystan, Bash, and Xander are the new sworn protectors of Avalon—me. They’re powerful, but this magic? Might be more so.
I’m resisting the magic and trying to figure out who I am again.

Losing my control? It's probable. Losing my heart, split among four gorgeous men? Yeah, I’m sure it’s only inevitable

(this is a slower-burn paranormal/ reverse harem romance, like the first book in the series. Due to language and adult content, the entire series is recommended for adults 18+)

“Go ahead and live with four guys,” they said. “It’ll be fun,” they said.
Okay, I admit I don’t know who “they” are. The voices in my head, maybe.
My best friend. My father of all people. But after three weeks of living with my
new…boyfriends?... I can say, with confidence, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.
Not because they aren’t hot, or kind, or sexy…but because they’re pigs. Pigs I
tell you!
It’s 3 A.M., and I ducked down to the kitchen to get a late-night snack.
Before I got to the kitchen, I realized I had to pee. So, I slipped into one of the
bathrooms on the main level. There’s a nightlight on, but still I stupidly sat
without looking first. I imagined—as always when I use the toilet—that I’m
going to sit down about knee level and do my business.
So, imagine my utter dismay, when my ass hit the cold porcelain, and I slid
into the toilet bowl; my ass grazing the blue toilet water. It’s cold, and I cringed.
And, even though it was mother-fuckin’ 3 A.M., I didn’t care. I’m going to
“Okay, which one of you fuckers left the goddamned toilet seat up down
here!? I swear to god, when I figure out who you are, I’m going to cut the
crotches out of all your pants, you assholes!” I threatened, screaming at the top
of my lungs so hard, feeling my cheeks tense with heat. Both face cheeks and
ass cheeks alike. To be fair, they aren’t really assholes, but my asshole was
swimming in toilet water and I’m humiliated. So, for right now? Everyone is an
I heard the scrambling of awkward male feet as they cower in their rooms,
safe and snug in their beds from my ire. “You bastards, I swear…” I muttered
under my breath, as I unceremoniously propped my hands on either side of the
bowl, and awkwardly lifted myself up. My buttcheeks dripped toilet water from
them, and I reached for the toilet paper in the holder so I could dry off my poor,
pride-stung butt.
The cardboard roll spun in the holder, but I didn’t touch cushiony softness.
Oh no, I touched…an empty toilet paper roll.
And then, I saw red in my eyes. There was only one explanation to the
culprit of this toilet travesty.
“TRYSTAN!” I screamed bloody murder at the top of my lungs. The former
eagle-shifter had a slobby streak to him, and maybe it’s because of his birdbrain,
or his laziness, but I’ve caught him twice now not replacing the roll when
he’s finished.
I can’t be sure, but I’m almost positive I heard a muffled, “Och, shite!”
from the game room down the hallway, as a door slammed shut. I heard him
dashing away, up the stairs, assumedly to his room.
And can we just discuss just how often men go through entire rolls of toilet
paper? I’ll replace the damn thing in the morning, and by nighttime, it’s totally
gone. What the hell do they do in there!? Keep in mind, they each have their own
bathrooms too!
On second thought… I didn’t want to know.
I cringed now for two reasons: one, the image I’m trying to shove out of my
mind of one of the guys doing yucky things in the bathroom, and two, trying to
reach my short ass arms about three feet away to the vanity under the sink for the
toilet paper. I prayed to the gods—any of them that would listen—that Xander
and his O.C.D. cleaning habits haven’t disappointed me, and properly stockpiled
it with plenty of toilet paper.
I hovered in the bathroom over the bowl, ass swinging in the air, pants at
my ankles, squatting at my knees, and tried to reach the handle of the cabinet. I
managed to pull it open successfully, and I blindly reached in. “Success! Thank
you, Xander!” I yanked out a couple of rolls and ripped off a wad to dab my ass
off, sighing with happiness that I was dry.
I haven’t even done my business yet, either.
I plopped the wooden-toilet seat down with a bang, hoping that whoever
was around got the hint. They’ve probably all scattered like scared cats now,
because they know the first guy I see is going to get my wrath. Even Xander, for
his obsession with putting blue bleach tablets in each tank. I couldn’t be totally
for sure that my butt wasn’t blue now from it. I would go easier on him, though,
because he had enough sense to make sure the bathroom was properly stocked at
And yes, this was just part of the fun of living with four guys. It’s not all
orgies, spankings, and afternoon delights. No, it’s actually much different than
that. I now pitied the mothers out there, who have husbands and all sons—I
couldn’t imagine. At least my boys were fine as hell, and it gave me something
to look at.
Right now, I wondered why I put myself through it all. But aside from the
occasional “piggery”, the guys are actually quite wonderful. Over the past
month, we’ve grown close, and I’ve implanted myself into their home, and their
lives—with their insistence, of course.
It didn’t seem that long ago that my weird “invisible” magic was just that—
weird. I just thought I was crazy.
I, Avalon “Ava” Dawson, had lived a boring, humble life in a Minneapolis
suburb in a duplex with my best friend, Summer Santiago, and my mother. And
my mother wasn’t this evil, nasty witch.
I meant that literally—she is an evil witch. My eccentric, loopy mother
turned out to be Morgaine Le Fey—yes, that Morgaine from all the legends—in
glamour, posing as my mother. Okay, she actually is my mother. And Sir
Lancelot? Actually my father. Ain’t that a kick in the pants?
And the guys—the four guys I now lived with—ended up saving me from a
dangerous ritual my mother kidnapped me for, where I was imbued with the
magic of the mystical isle of Avalon. I had no idea what’s going on inside me,
and still don’t really, except the fact that it seems to be…active. I was able to
heal the guys from their injuries before, but lately? It had some surprising
effects. Like, I’m charged and ready to go all the time (I’m horny, okay?), but it
came with a bummer of a side effect. When I become aroused—which around
these dudes was all the time—it just felt… wrong somehow. I needed to learn
how to control it, and hopefully the guys could help. With their varied
backgrounds, they all had a bit of knowledge and supernatural life experience at
their fingertips. Oh, and they’re immortal incubus demons, cursed at various
times by Morgaine over the years. She’s been busy for a long, long time.
Mathias was a former Roman gladiator, with superhuman strength and
speed. Trystan was an eagle shifter from Scotland from the time of the
Highlanders and clans. Sebastian—Bash—was from colonial Virginia; he is a
borderline genius, and an alchemist witch who was burned at the stake for trying
to save his village from illness. Lastly, Xander was the youngest at two-hundredsomething
years old, and an immigrant from China during the California Gold
Rush, where his father sold him into slavery. He also had the amazing ability to
channel the weather into magic he wielded at his fingertips.
And wouldn’t you know it? Morgaine, with her evil magic, had cursed
hundreds of men for hundreds of years, like my incubi, to steal life energies from
women. The sexual energy the incubi extracted from the women when they were
together, was transferred somehow into Morgaine, to help her remain immortal,
until she could unleash the Avalon magic into me, and use me to remain that
way. Somehow. She didn’t count on four of her lost incubi to come into my life;
she’d lost track of them over the years because they denied their incubus
instincts and refused to “attack” women for their life energies, only taking
enough from them by not allowing themselves to orgasm during their couplings.
Because her orgasm triggered the life force, the incubus’ orgasm is when they’d
take her life force. I didn’t like thinking about it, but it was a reality they lived
with for many years. As a result, their innate supernatural abilities are partially
weakened, and they cannot have a relationship with anyone except a special kind
of supernatural being. The incubus magic renders the woman obsessed and
irrational afterwards, but more than one coupling between the woman and
incubus, no matter if he takes her life energy or not, will always result in death.
The only kind of supe impervious to their magic is a cambion; a child of a
human and an incubus.
It’s not in the history books, but Lancelot—now known as Lachlan Steele—
was the first person cursed as an incubus by my mother for not reciprocating her
“affections”. And later, she glamoured herself into someone different, found
Lancelot again many, many years later and charmed him into sleeping with her
to conceive me. So, that makes me a cambion. Convenient, huh? My
supernatural heritage, and strange “invisible” abilities I got from my father also
made me a prime candidate to be a vessel for the magic from Avalon. How it’s
possible an entire island of magic could fit into a clay vessel that held it for so
many years, or me, I had no idea. But my mother was betting on the stealth
magic to help hide the magic from the outside world; at least that was the guys’
Aside from all that, I was the first cambion any of the guys’ had
encountered in hundreds of years. Because of that, we decided for now to, um,
share me. It sounded crazy, but they knew there was little chance of ever
encountering another cambion ever again; we were apparently extremely,
extremely rare. And that brought me to here.
As I spaced out, still sitting on the commode trying to recover from the
traumatic potty situation, my full bladder reminded me that I still hadn’t done
what I came in for. I shook myself out of my daze, and finally did my bathroom
business. I set the toilet paper on the holder knowing fully well it would annoy
someone, and placed the other roll on the back of the commode. You know, for
next time. I’ll probably be using it tomorrow.
I padded down the hallway to the kitchen. There’s always a night light on in
every room, and I’m thankful for that because I’m still not one-hundred percent
confident about the layout of the house. It’s so much bigger than where I lived
most of my life, and I still got turned around, especially at night.
I entered the kitchen and go straight for the fridge. Opening the Frenchstyle
steel doors, I scanned the contents. I’m not sure what I wanted, but I know
I wanted something really bad for me because after the potty calamity, I was
crabby as hell. Mathias refused to keep a lot of junk food in the house—which I
found a bit ridiculous. With their incubus-bodies, they didn’t gain weight. It
won’t clog their arteries or make them ill because they’re friggin’ immortal. Me,
however —there’s still a chance, even with my half-witch, half incubus, all
cambion heritage I could gain about five-hundred pounds. I was willing to take
that risk, though, right now.

Dirty Blue by N.E. Henderson 💕 Book Blitz & Gift Card Giveaway 💕(New Adult Romance)


I’ve known his name a long time. You’d have to live under a rock not to know of the heartless and cruel reputation the Acerbi family has established. They are monsters cloaked in suits and ties, or so my colleagues in blue have said. Being on the job, you quickly learn to watch your back, trust no one, and as much as I hate to admit this, sometimes that includes a fellow badge.

But to want to kill your own child for being born? Now that’s monstrous. Unjust. And something I will not stand for. I’ll take him down before I allow an innocent to be harmed.

Even if that means not only taking on the most dangerous family in Southern California but bringing down the drug lord they’re in bed with too.

“Bri?” a deep voice, I easily recognize, calls my name.
I glance over to see Jase Teller standing with his arms crossed over his large chest, with an easy-going Shane Thornton standing next to him. Jase, Nikki’s boyfriend, always looks mad. I’ve come to learn that, and I’m used to it now.
Shane nods, his warm chocolate eyes that match his skin, silently greeting me. He’s one of Jase’s friends, a fellow MMA fighter who I also see regularly at Knocked Out.
“You can come with us.” Jase glances at Drago then back to me.
Drago’s hand wraps firmly around the inside of my leg just above the knee before I’m able to reply, telling Jase I’ll head back there shortly. What I didn’t expect was to clamp down on Drago’s hand due to the current of electricity that his touch sends straight to my vagina.
His eyes snap to mine just briefly then glances down where my legs are squeezing his hand. A smirk forms on his lips as if reading my mind, before turning his head toward Jase.
“Did she say she wanted to go with you?”
“I wasn’t talking to you, Acerbi. Let’s go, Bri.”
Drago turns back to me then leans close to my ear.
“Leave now,” he starts to whisper so only I can hear him, while at the same time running his hand higher up my thigh, “and the only time I’ll willingly meet with you and answer your questions is with my lawyer present.”
I have to bite the inside of my cheek so my breathing doesn’t become labored from his touch and the feel of his breath in my ear.
What the hell is wrong with me and why does this feel so good?
I haven’t had sex or any male attention in a while—that’s all this is, I justify to myself. After all, I’m investigating this man for drug smuggling and conspiracy to commit murder.
Except you don’t believe that girl’s story for a minute.
“Brianna,” Jase’s demanding voice drags me from my thoughts.
“I’ll . . .” Shit, my voice is breathy. “I’ll be back there shortly. Tell Nikki I’m having a drink with a friend . . . friends.” I look at Luca and smile, but it quickly fades.
“Good girl,” he whispers.
What the fuck did he just say to me?
I turn, giving him my best “back the hell off” look. He laughs. So I kick him in the shin with my heel and smile back at him while his jaw locks from the pain.
Jase and Shane don’t stick around. They turn, heading toward the back where Nikki told me they’d be—where I should be. I have no business talking to Drago while not on duty.
I look at him.
“Do I look like a girl to you?” I don’t wait for his answer. Don’t really care what it is. “Maybe you have some type of little girl fantasy, but I can assure you I’m not that little girl. And for the record, I’m a year older than you. If anyone’s the little one in this case, it’d be you.”
Rico has perfect timing. My Whiskey and soda shows up in front of me, so I gladly take it from him before he’s able to set it on the table, and then I take a sip.
Luca throws his head back and starts to pretend bawl.
“Bro, can I keep her? She’s more badass than you.” Luca smiles as he looks back and forth between Drago and me.
I think I like Drago’s brother better than him. He’s light-hearted. That’s easy to tell, and he seems fun.
“Why are you even here?”
Drago finally removes his hand from between my legs, but he’s slow about it, drawing his palm across my bare skin.
“Regretting making me stay, are ya?” I tease.
He shakes his head. “I didn’t make you do anything. You made the choice to stay in that seat.”
“It’s called coerced.”
I watch him as I finish my drink off. Damn, it’s good. And it goes down way too smooth. It’s been far too long since whiskey and I have made friends.
“So, you’re Robert Andrews’ daughter?” Drago cocks his head to the side.
“I’m outta here.”
We both turn to see Luca stand and stretch.
“You heading home?” Drago asks his brother, his voice taking on a softer tone.
“Nah.” He smiles that cute smile of his. “I think I’ll swing by Mia’s first.” His eyebrows dance up and down, telling me exactly what he’s going there to get.
“You sure that’s a good idea, Luca?” he sighs. Drago’s concerned tone makes me sit up a little straighter.
“Yeah, it’s cool.” Luca seems to brush whatever it is they’re talking about off then he looks at me. “You know, he’s really not as bad as you think he is.”
“Whoever said I thought he was bad?” What’s Drago told his brother, I wonder?
Luca shrugs his shoulders then takes off, leaving the two of us alone together.
Eventually, Drago lets out another, yet, larger sigh before finishing off his drink then signaling for the waiter.
“Bring us both another,” he says as Rico passes.
A few minutes pass with me staring at the side of Drago’s face, watching him stare out into the crowd of people around us—or maybe not staring at anything at all. And the weird thing is, I wish I knew what he was thinking right now.
Rico places our drinks down in front of us before quickly making himself scarce.
Eventually, he blows a long breath of air out before turning to face me. His eyes are hiding his thoughts. Not many people can mask their feelings from me but he’s doing a damn good job of it.
“Look, Acerbi,” Nikki’s voice catches us both off guard. “I don’t know why she’s talking to you. I guess maybe it’s none of my business except she’s my friend and you need to know that. My friend. Do anything she doesn’t like—hurt her—I’ll cut off your fucking balls and make you eat them. Are we clear on that?”
“I’m clear on the fact that you just threatened me in front of a cop.”
“Good thing I have selective hearing.” I quickly pull my glass to my lips and down my drink, not believing that actually came out of my mouth. I really have to leave this table.
Drago’s head whips around, giving me an angry glare. I don’t cower, and I’m not about to start now. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that, but I did. Oh, well, he doesn’t scare me. Guess he doesn’t scare Nikki either.
“Bri, babe, why aren’t you hanging with me? Do you not remember our convo from this morning?” Her lips tip. “I’m on a mission tonight.”
“What mission is that, Lockhart?”
“None of your business.” She turns her strikingly blue eyes on me. “C’mon already. Time’s a wastin’.”
Oh, fuck me. I’m so not sleeping with anyone tonight. Let alone someone I’ll only have known a couple of hours at best. I’m here to unwind with a couple of drinks and hopefully some good conversation.
I have to admit though, the last half hour has been . . . not awful. Definitely interesting. Maybe even I dare say—fun.
If this is what fun has come to—me conversing with a man I have no business talking to—then maybe Nikki is right. Maybe I do need a one-night stand.
Yeah . . . no.
“Well”—his palm tickles my knee sending shivers up and down my leg—“she can’t run off with you yet. She promised me a dance.” His head rolls toward me. “Didn’t you, detective?” A slow smile forms on his face like he’s won something.
He doesn’t look like the type that dances, so I’ll play his game.
“Yes, I did!” He raises an eyebrow at my mock-enthusiasm. Placing my hand over his, I squeeze as hard as I can while I gaze up at Nikki. “I’ll be a little longer. I’ll come find you when I finish spending time with the big bad wolf here.”
“Oh, baby,” he laughs. “I’m not a piss-ant little wolf.” Leaning over, his lips brush against my ear. “I’m the motherfucking fire-breathing dragon in this story.” His voice is meant to scare me. But the seduction laced in his tone only scorches my insides.
In an attempt to make sure he doesn’t know how he affects me, I roll my eyes at his lame comeback.
“Yeah . . . I’ll leave you guys to that.” Nikki turns, leaving us alone again.
“So, I promised you a dance.” I turn my head, facing him. I can’t help but glance down at those full lips that grace his mouth. “Let’s go, dragon man.”


Thursday, March 22, 2018

Double D Ranch Tales Series by C.R. Moss 💕 Series Your & Gift Card Giveaway 💕(Western Romance)


Two people scared to love again. Two others hesitant about commitment. A weekend in Nevada will change all that.

Bristol Ashcombe is swearing off men and taking a vacation with her friend, Cassie. Damon Dougan is packed and ready to leave the ranch for a trip, that is, until a long-legged, sexy woman steps out of a vehicle and he decides to stay. Will one sex filled weekend be enough for either of them?

Cassie Harding travels to the Double D ranch, to meet Bristol and looks forward to seeing her old friend, Dakota. Dak’s excited when Cassie, his former sweetheart, returns. Cassie and Dakota, though they’re heating up ‘the sheets’ in and out of the bedroom, have fears about commitment after years of being single. Will they find it’s better to dance together than apart?

Wild West Weekend—Double D Ranch Tales (Book 1), a contemporary, chick-lit, erotic romance story set in Nevada.

And the trip sure came at the right time. She was in desperate need of a break and the Dougan’s spread was the best place to take it. The ranch had once been a source of pleasure in her life. A place where she felt safe and peaceful, loved even. She looked forward to relaxing, forgetting her troubles for a bit, catching up with her friend.
She sighed. She shouldn’t have lost contact with her childhood friends. Years of flitting from one state to the next trying to find the next best gig as a casino cocktail waitress in her twenties, then learning how to deal and working the pit in her thirties had taken its toll. Her nomadic way of life had consumed her, changed her, made her want to settle down somewhere. No longer was she the timid teen who’d visit the ranch every summer and once dismissed the feelings of the eldest Dougan brother.
Across the drive, a horse’s whinny followed by a loud metallic thud jerked her from her thoughts. In front of the stables, a silver, extend-cab pick-up idled. A man, topped with a black cowboy hat, tossed a large bulky bag into the truck’s bed.
She titled her sunglasses down her nose to get a better look at the cowboy. Tall, built but not burly, she’d place him around six feet tall. His tan hands were pronounced against the long white sleeves of his shirt. Relaxed fitting jeans encompassed long legs but didn’t form-fit around his butt. She wished the denim was tighter so it’d give a better idea of his muscle structure underneath. She’d hate to think the worker had a soft, saggy ass.
The man lifted the hat, wiped his forearm along his forehead. The sun’s afternoon glow highlighted golden streaks in his brown hair, but his arm created shadows on most of his face. She could only make out one prominent cheekbone and strong jaw. He replaced the hat, strolled over to the stable building, and faded into the dark shade of the building.
God, he looks like he has great lips for kissing, a five-o-clock stubbled chin that she could trail her tongue along and tease it with the prickles. She waited on the porch for another glimpse of him. He stepped out of the doorway, face still cast in shadows so she couldn’t get a good look, with a length of rope looped in his hand.
Desire coiled low in her stomach, bunched into a tight ball. She purred quietly to herself. Maybe she’d see about a weekend fling with the ranch hand. A bit of a scratch for my little itch. And wouldn’t it be nice if the ranch hand was actually Dakota? A soft snicker followed the purr.


In life and the afterlife, on the Double D Ranch one belief holds true—the power of love changes lives.

With cowboys, ghosts, modern day women, hot dreams, pre-wedding relations and a bit of sexy time travel, life promises to be one wild time on the ranch again.

Rachel Star has met the man of her dreams … literally. Too bad he’s a ghost. When true love crosses boundaries from dreams to reality and across time, the Double D ranch is the place it happens. It takes the love of a man from the past, Dalton Dougan, to bring love full circle in the present for Rachel.

Bristol Ashcombe, soon to be Dougan, is ready to have her baby … and so is a poltergeist. Can the love of a woman for her man and child sustain her during the most horrible of terrors? Can the love between family and friends really dispel the evil haunting them?

Rachel snuggled deep within the confines of the down comforter, relaxed and content for the first time in months. Relieved to no longer have to cram for exams, write research papers or defend her thesis, she sighed, then closed her eyes. The travel time from Newark to Las Vegas, Nevada had been longer than expected due to storms, winding her nerves tighter than they already were. It was nice to finally settle down, stop moving and cease thinking. Within a few minutes, she drifted into a familiar dream world.
Subtle fragrances of leather and sandalwood filled the air. His memorable scent encompassed her. An eternity without him, or what seemed to be that long, ended as her dream lover drew near. A serene smile played at the corners of her lips. Dalton, it’s been awhile, she purred in her mind.
Behind her, the bed and covers shifted. He settled his body against her. Restless throbs of desire pulsed through her as she molded against him, wanting to be as close to him as possible. He nibbled on her earlobe and snaked his strong arms around her. Warm breath wisped over the side of her face.
“My star. My lovely wife. How good it is to have you in my arms.” Lips brushed her jaw just below her ear, sending tingles down her side and arm.
A quick burst of panic shot through her. This seems to be more than a lucid dream. Rachel reached behind her, with a cautious sweep of her arm and hand, hoping to find empty space.
She didn’t.


Times are wild on the Double D, and one ranch hand is in for the ride of a lifetime.

Maggie O’Hurley doesn’t know her life is about to change. When visiting the ranch to attend a friend’s bachelorette party, she meets a wrangler named Kent. Her immediate attraction to him revs up her libido, and she plans to do what’s needed to snag the sexy cowboy…including making a decision she never thought she would again.

Kent Samuels hasn’t been with a woman in ages. When a bewitching redhead steps into his path, his world tilts. She’s all he can think of. He doesn’t know if he’s able to give her forever, but he will give her what time he has. Once he does, he knows he can’t let her go.

Past experiences war with ideas for the future, but can the pair make promises they can keep?

The air tingled. Refusing to continue to entertain any thought of the weirdness that always plagued her when spirits appeared, she whispered, “Cut the shit. I refuse to believe you ghosts or spirits exist.” Not that her proclamation made it true, but if anything, her declaration made her feel superior.
She silently scoffed. What an ironic situation. Here she rejected any thoughts of apparitions, yet she ended up talking to the damned things anyway.
Maggie studied the cemetery. What looked to be new iron fencing and a matching gate surrounded the site. The designs of the metal-worked fence included Celtic symbols—ones that warded off evil. A cold brush of air graced her skin. Goosebumps broke out on her flesh. Were the special characters there to keep out the bad or keep it in?
Caught up in her musing about the dead, she barely noticed Kent’s arrival.
He dismounted from his horse, stood next to her and slid his hand against the small of her back. “I see the Dougan graveyard has entranced you.”
The chill from earlier intensified. “Is this only for Dougans?”
After she’d said the words, she realized how dumb she sounded and inched closer to him, seeking his warmth. “The big D in the design of the black, cast iron gates should have made it clear to me, don’t you think?”
Kent arched a brow and pushed up the rim of his black Stetson. “Yeah. It’s a bit of a dead give-away. No pun intended.”
A sense of something old and malevolent tugged at her. “How many generations are in this place?” She shivered, as if cool fingers tickled the length of her spine to say, ‘Yes, I’m here.’
“You cold?” He wrapped an arm around her. “Dang Mags, you’re shaking.”
It wasn’t the cold that had her trembling. No, it was the supernatural force attacking her senses, wanting her to recognize and acknowledge its dark presence.