Monday, June 22, 2020

New Release: Risky Proposal by Marie Tuhart

I'm so thrilled today to have a new release available.

Risky Proposal was a call from The Wild Rose Press based on a small town in Vermont and the Deerbourne Inn.  You don't have to read the other books in the series, but I encourage you to. This is a standalone book and I had a lot of fun writing the book. Plus if you read Red Club Temptation Jessie and Caleb make an appearance.


IT specialist Claire Holmes begins her stay at Deerbourne Inn to rejuvenate after her sister's tragic death. In a week, she'll start her dream job and embark on a whole new journey. But a leaky pipe leads to an unexpected reunion with the sexy plumber she had a blind date with a year ago. His dominant air calls to her slumbering submissive side. Vowing to be bold, she invites him to hopes of maybe a little more.

Dominant Josh Hawkins has it all—a successful hardware store and the beginnings of a new BDSM club. He doesn't realize he's missing someone to share it with until Claire bursts into his world and shows him that her submissive tendencies are just what he needs in his life, even if for only a week. His risky proposal to explore the spark between them could ignite an inferno that neither can quench…


The door opened, and Josh almost took a step back. He blinked. The woman standing there made his libido stand up and take notice. Her brown hair spread over her shoulders, and her blue eyes were slumberous, her T-shirt rumpled.

“Hi.” She blinked a couple of times.

“This is Josh; he’s going to take a look at the sink,” Liz said.

“Oh good.” She stared at him. “I know you from somewhere.” Her voice was husky. She had the look of a woman who’d been woken up. There was something familiar about her as well.

“If you’ll excuse me, I have to go check on my kids,” Liz said. “Josh, you okay?”

“Yep, got it. Go take care of your rug rats. I know where the shut-off valve is.” Josh stepped into the bathroom. He fiddled with the faucet, then stepped out.

Ms. I-know-you-from-somewhere stood by the dresser. Damn, she was a fine woman. Those jeans molded to her hips, and her T-shirt cupped her breasts. A woman who had meat on her body. His hands itched to touch her. Hold it, buddy. You’re here to work.

He cleared his throat. “I need to run and get supplies to fix it. It will take me about twenty

“Okay. I’m not going anywhere.” She grinned at him, her blue eyes sparkling.

His dick swelled, taking him by surprise. He couldn’t recall a time when a single glance from a sexy woman had sent hot flares of lust straight to his pants. She claimed he looked familiar, maybe after he fixed the sink, he’d check her out.

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Tuesday, June 16, 2020

Guest Post: To Heal a Heart by Jana Richards

Today I get to welcome Jana Richards talking about her new release To Heal a Heart.

Tell us a little about yourself:

I write primarily contemporary romance, though I have written romantic suspense and historicals set during World War Two as well. Lately, I’ve been gravitating toward small town romance. That’s probably because I come from a rural and small town background and I feel like I understand the people who live there.

I work part-time as a bookkeeper for a veterinary medical association, which is a dog-friendly office. Back in the good old days (pre-pandemic) I looked forward to seeing my colleagues and their dogs. I live in western Canada with my husband Warren, and we have two grown daughters.

What do like the most and the least about writing?

I love creating worlds, right down to the little details, and then creating characters to live in those worlds. That’s the fun part, even though it’s hard work and takes a lot of time. My least favorite thing about writing is the marketing I need to do so that readers can learn about my work; I can write the best book in the world, but if no one knows about it, it won’t get read. Like most writers, I’d rather be writing than marketing. But I know it’s a necessary part of the job. I’m trying to change my mindset about marketing so that I view it as a creative endeavor rather than unwelcome work. We’ll see if I succeed at that!

Give us a peek into your latest published work? 

My new book, TO HEAL A HEART, released on June 15, 2020. It’s book 2 in my Masonville series of small-town romances. 

Here’s the blurb:
Garrett Saunders' world changed two years ago on a road in Afghanistan. Back home, he feels like a stranger. As he struggles to find his place in the world, he meets a horse destined for the slaughterhouse and a woman bent on rescuing the strays of the world, including him.

Blair Greyson moves to Masonville to look after her ailing grandfather and give her rescue horses a home. Right away she butts heads with a surly former Marine. Despite a rocky start, they come to an agreement: Blair will board Garrett's rescue horse and he'll help with repairs around her farm.
Garrett finds purpose working with Blair—and falls in love with her. But she's hiding a secret. Can she forgive herself and accept Garrett's love, or will she let guilt and regret continue to rule her life?

What’s next on the writing horizon for you?

I’m currently working on book 3 in the series, which I’m calling “Unexpected”. Blair’s brother Ben moves to Masonville with his two stepdaughters to get out of the city and be closer to family. But mostly he’s trying to run away from the threat of losing his children when their grandparents sue for custody. Jamie Garven wants a family and children and marrying Ben may be her only chance. Ben believes that the children’s grandparents will be more willing to let him raise them if they have both a mother and a father. Will their gamble pay off or will falling love ruin everything?

Is there anything you want to tell readers?

I’d like to tell readers that I’d love to connect with them. Subscribe to my newsletter to find out about new releases, sales, and contests, along with what I’m writing now and things going on in my life. Every once in a while I’ll hold a contest exclusively for newsletter subscribers. Join here:


“Do you remember the last summer I saw you, just before I joined the Marines? Your brothers were both working for the summer, so you came out to your grandparents’ farm on your own.”

Blair’s face grew hot at the memory. She pulled his shirt from his jeans and laid her palm against the warm, hard muscles of his abdomen. “You mean the summer I threw myself at you and you totally rejected me? No, I barely remember that at all.”

He chuckled as he pushed her shirt off her shoulders. “I was sorely tempted that summer. There you were, prancing around in your short shorts and bikini top, working in your grandmother’s garden while I mowed the lawns. You must have known you were driving me crazy.”

Actually, she hadn’t known. He’d done a great job of ignoring her and making her believe she was nothing but a nuisance. She looked up at him, tilting her head to one side. “If you were so tempted, why did you tell me to take a hike when I tried to seduce you?”

“You were fifteen, Blair. Three years younger than me and just a kid. If you’d known what I wanted to do with you…” His unfinished sentence shimmered between them.

He was such an honorable man. He hadn’t wanted to take advantage of a young girl with a case of raging hormones and too little sense. A girl who believed her only worth was in what her body could give to a boy.

“Perhaps you can show me now.” Blair slowly lowered the zipper of his pants. “I’m not a kid anymore.”

Thursday, June 4, 2020

Guest Blog: Sea Salt Lavender for Aphrodite by Julie Howard

Today my guest is Julie Howard talking about her newest release: Sea Salt Lavender for Aphrodite (PS. I love the dog on the cover)

Tell us a little about yourself.

I’ve always been a writer. My day job was as a journalist, a career I thoroughly enjoyed as it allowed me to write nearly every single day. I learned a lot about people in this job and some of that informs my fiction. I was fortunate enough to leave my day job to write fiction full time several years ago, and I’ve never looked back. Sea Salt Lavender for Aphrodite is my sixth book with The Wild Rose Press, and I have several more books in various stages of development.

What do like the most and the least about writing?

Oh, I love almost everything about writing! I suppose the best part is diving into other worlds, ones I get to create. It’s the same reason, really, that I love to read. I enjoy learning about other places and people through the books I read; writing is very similar.

I suppose the least favorite is on the marketing side. I am very grateful that readers enjoy my books, but I don’t enjoy wearing a “saleswoman” hat.

Give us a peek into your latest published work?

Rosella Rivers enjoys the perfect life, loving her new ice cream food truck business featuring exotic flavors. But her beach view parking space is not so lovable when she finds an acquaintance stabbed to death in the boardwalk bathroom.

Detective Mark Pruitt knows murder is bad for small-town Olympus Bay. He must find the suspect before he strikes again. When he first sets eyes on Rosella, the only witness, he is smitten. However, there's no time for romance when danger lurks. 

Together he and the lovely ice cream maker must discover the killer before he turns his sight on Rosella.

What’s next on the writing horizon for you?

My current work in progress is the third book in my Spirited Quest mysteries. These books center around ghost blogger Jillian Winchester, who travels the world seeking out ghosts and then writing about them. This third book will catapult Jillian back in time to the 1870s. Not only does she have to figure out a way to return to the present, but she discovers she has been brought to the past for a particular reason. She has to solve this mystery before she will be able to return.

I’ve always wanted to write a time travel book and I really love how this one is shaping up!

Is there anything you want to tell readers?

As I said above, I am so very grateful readers enjoy my books. It makes my day when I see a new review pop up – and, yes, I read and appreciate all of them. Readers spend their money and time on my novels and my goal is to sweep them away into another world. I want them to feel what I experience when I read a really good book.


The echo of a drip-drip-drip resonated from within. Rosella glanced around, wishing a man would pass by, someone she could send inside on her behalf. On this side of the structure, though, the beachfront was hidden from view and the building backed by sand dunes. Unless someone needed to use the facilities, they wouldn’t approach. 


A distant chime from the town clock made her heart sink. Ten a.m. Opening time. She had to get back to her truck. A fresh round of anxious yips sounded. She 
scooted to the corner of the building and peeked toward 
her truck. Aphrodite stood at attention, straining at the 
leash. The dog barked twice at spotting her and renewed efforts to break free of the tether.

She returned to the doorway. “Mick, I’m just going 
to step inside since I’m a little bit worried, just to make sure you’re okay. Let me know if I shouldn’t come in.” No response sounded. “All right, coming in.”

The odor hit her first. Heavy, sweet, sickening. Then her eyes registered the scene. Mick lay face down in the middle of the tile floor, a steady stream of deep red blood winding its way toward a drain. 

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Monday, May 18, 2020

Guest Post: Love, Art and Other Obstacles by Sadira Stone

Today I'm very happy to welcome Sadira Stone to my blog. Her new release: Love, Art and Other Obstacles is the 3rd book in her  Nivana series. And the new release is on sale in e-book format for $2.99 from May 18th until May 29th. (My plug - the book is really good, I love Elmer.)

Tell us a little about yourself:

After a long teaching career in Germany, working with the kids of U.S. military members stationed there, I moved to Washington State. Now I spend my days in my little home office writing steamy contemporary romance. I’m loving my new chapter in life! The writers I’ve met, in person and online, are the most supportive group of friends you could ask for. When I’m not writing or reading, you’ll find me walking around Tacoma, playing darts (I’m getting better), playing ukulele and guitar with Hubs, family, and friends, or cooking up a storm. When this horrible virus finally subsides, I look forward to exploring the Pacific Northwest and hosting parties again!

What do like the most and the least about writing?

I’m a weirdo—I actually enjoy editing more than I enjoy writing the first draft, which can be a slog. Once I have words on paper, I can shape them into a satisfying story. Finding ways to promote my work can also be a slog. I look forward to the days when I have enough writing income to hire someone else to handle promo.

Give us a peek into your latest published work? 

Rejected by her family for her bisexuality, graphic artist Margot DuPont yearns for a life with no fences, no limits, and no family ties. Between college, work at Book Nirvana, and an art competition, she barely has time for her part-time girlfriend, much less a flirtation with her competitor.

Dumped into the foster system at a young age, ceramics artist Elmer Byrne craves a big, loving family of the heart. His artist family almost fills that need, but something is missing...until Margot. But when he offers his heart, her thorny defenses shatter him.

Thrown together in an art competition that could jump-start one artist's career, but not both, their irresistible attraction forces them to reconsider the meaning of success.

What’s next on the writing horizon for you?

I have a steamy romance novella coming this summer, set in a Washington beach town, and I’m working on a romance series set in a bar in Tacoma.

Is there anything you want to tell readers?

I hope you’ll enjoy the Book Nirvana series, steamy contemporary romance set in a quirky bookshop in Eugene, Oregon. What sets this shop apart is its extensive erotica collection, kept behind a locked red door. Every couple in the series has their turn exploring the sensual delights hidden in the back of the shop!

Book One, Through the Red Door, features Clara Martelli, the bookshop’s widowed owner, who reluctantly ventures into the dating world a year after losing her husband. Two enticing men want her, one suave and risky, the other soothing and safe.

Book Two, Runaway Love Story, features Laurel Jepsen, a new employee who makes a detour to Eugene to help her elderly great-aunt and finds unexpected love on the running trails beside the Willamette River. The trouble is, he can’t leave Eugene, and she’s only passing through.

Excerpt from “Meet Cute” scene: 

That fuzzy, flame-colored beard of his must tickle. What would it feel like brushing against her breasts, over her belly, between her thighs?

She bit her lip hard. Too much time in the red room.  

The guy turned toward her and grinned. Was it just her imagination, or did his eyes flash when they met hers? Warm hazel eyes, thickly lashed and sparkling with playful energy. 
A happy little vibration rose from her belly and twitched the corners of her mouth upward—until she recognized him. 

Oh, yuck. This guy. She’d seen him hanging around the shop, flirting with Laurel, all swaggering, macho bullshit. She remembered how Doug, Laurel’s boyfriend, had tensed like an angry stork and glared at the shorter, buffer man. 

Maxie waved. “Margot, you remember Elmer? He gave me a ride.” She nudged him with her bony elbow. “Isn’t he cute?”

Real cute. And he knows it. 

“How’s it going, Margot?” His grin widened as his gaze flicked down her body and back up.


No way to avoid his extended hand without offending Maxie, so she took it. Warm, calloused, his grip firm but not too tight. A tattoo of a foaming beer mug adorned the back of his hand. Beneath the copper hair on his forearm, pretty muscles flexed.  

Feet on the ground, DuPont. You’ve got no time for flirtatious fuzz-beards.

Maxie’s merry gaze flicked from Elmer to Margot. “He’s exhibiting at the Rainbow Center on Saturday.” She grinned up at Elmer. “Margot helped Laurel design that poster for the art show.”

His eyebrows rose. “That’s your work? Really nice.”

She shook her head. “It’s Laurel’s work. I just helped her with the graphic design software.”

“Graphic design? Like ads and words and stuff?”

She curled her lip and prepared for battle with yet another snooty artist who looked down his precious nose at graphic arts, like nothing with words or photos could ever count as real art. “I make stuff everyone sees, not just rich people in art galleries.” She stepped closer, glaring up into his startled face while she ticked off on her fingers. “Posters for community events, book covers, the logo for this shop, and its website and signage and—”

He raised both hands and backed off a few steps. “Relax, angry elf. I wasn’t putting down your work, okay? I said I liked the poster. Jeesh.”

Maxie’s painted-on auburn brows rumpled. “Margot, I’m surprised at you.”

That stung. She lowered her gaze and shuffled her boots. “Yeah, well, I’m sick of snobby artists.”
He crossed athletic arms over his impressive pecs. “I’m not one of them.”

Her cheeks flushed hot. “Okay, cool. Sorry. So, um, what are you exhibiting at the show?”

“Ceramics. Beer steins, mostly. Donated a dozen to the Rainbow Arts Center.” He winked, her dig seemingly forgotten. “If someone likes my stuff, maybe they’ll order a complete set.”

Beer mugs. Definitely not snooty. Embarrassment drilled deeper into her skull.

The pretty potter smooched Maxie’s cheek. “Well, gotta shove off. Max, I’ll pick you up at ten on Saturday. Ladies.” He pantomimed lifting a hat brim, then ambled toward the door.

Maxie prodded Margot’s boot with her cane. “Why’d you bite his head off? He’s a nice boy. You should ask him out.”

She rolled her eyes. “Max, I’m not looking to date right now. Especially not that guy.”

“What’s wrong with Elmer?”

“I’ve seen him in action. He flirts for sport. I’m not gonna be anyone’s plaything.”

The doorway bell tinkled as Elmer strolled through. Laurel looked up from wiping the counter. “You want to wait in the cafĂ©, Aunt Maxie? I’ll be done in fifteen minutes.”

“Of course, doll.” Maxie tottered toward the coffee shop next door.

Margot moved behind the counter and watched through the plate-glass window as Elmer crossed the street and unlocked his rust-bucket pickup. “Pain in the ass, isn’t he?” Nice ass, though. Firm and crunchy.

Laurel chuckled. “Oh, he’s not so bad. I think he just flirts out of habit, like some people nibble their nails or twiddle their hair.” She turned away to straighten a pile of flyers. “Margot, do you—um…”


“Do you date guys?”

Her eyes narrowed. “Sometimes. Why?”

“On his way out, he asked about you.”

“Oh, so I should date him, get him off your back?” She scrubbed her fingers through her hair. “No thanks.”

“Well, I hope you’ll come to the art show anyway. I’m running the race at ten, but I’ll help with the set-up beforehand.” She cracked a crooked smile. “I’ll do my best to corral Elmer. Gotta warn you, though—if he sets his mind on you, he’s persistent.”

“Don’t worry.” She shoved a hand through her spiky hair. “I can handle pushy guys. I know how to push back.”

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Wednesday, April 22, 2020

New Release from Marie Tuhart - Tempt

It's been a while since I've posted a new release - not that I haven't had some, I've just been so busy with writing I forgot.

I'm super excited about my new release, it kicks off a new series for me.

Wicked Sanctuary...surrender your inhibitions


Escaping her ex-boyfriend’s horror-themed campout, Sierra Blake stumbles into a world she never imagined. Curious and spirited, but with a history of picking the wrong man, she must learn to trust her instincts and find her inner strength to become the woman she is meant to be.

Max Preston has shut himself off from women, until Sierra crashes into his life. An intense attraction ignites inside him, and he’s determined to make her his.

Discovering a new confidence under Max’s protection, Sierra finds herself falling for him. But when his too-perfect ex-wife triggers old insecurities, she runs--smack into her own past. Can she rise above old scars and fight for true love?


“What the...?”

Sierra fought the urge to take a step back at the rough male voice. Blinking the rain out of her eyes, she stared at the bare male chest. Her heart pounded as she allowed her gaze to travel up the sculpted pecs, to unsmiling lips, stormy hazel eyes, straight, medium length black hair and a pair of red devil horns on his head. The man was tall, over six feet.

She swallowed. “Sorry to bother you. If I could borrow your phone, I need to call someone to pick me up.”

The man made a noise in the back of his throat. “Ralph,” he said over his shoulder, “towels please, and lots of them.” 

His husky voice sent a shiver down her spine. Must be the rain. He was staring down at her. 
“Get in here before you catch a cold.”

“But the floors…” She was dripping water from everywhere.

He reached out and took her by the elbow before pulling her into the foyer and slamming the door shut behind them. “Floors can be cleaned. You’re shivering.” He glanced down at her. “May I?” He gestured to her feet.

She nodded without thinking. He was right; she was soaked and cold. Her gaze shifted as he knelt down and unlaced her boots. 

He was wearing dark, well-worn, loose pants and a pair of soft black shoes. Okay, maybe he was afraid she’d stomp on his toes. 

“I’m sorry to disturb your party.” She ignored the zing of arousal shooting down her spine as his fingers curved around her ankle after removing her boots.

“The horns.” She waved toward his head.

He grinned, and her breath caught in her throat.

“Ah, yes. Saints and Sinners party.”

Thursday, April 9, 2020

Guest Post: Rock House Grill by D.V. Stone

Today my guest is D.V. Stone talking about her new release: Rock House Grill

Tell us a little about yourself. 

Hi, my name is D. V. Stone. I’m a multi-genre author and blogger. I also work full-time in a medical office but have a retirement countdown app in my phone. Camping in my RV is one of my favorite things to do. My husband, Pete, dog Hali, and I have had, and look forward to many adventures.

I went to twelve different schools and graduated high school in an alternative education program. From living on a dairy farm in Minnesota, I can milk a cow or a goat. Delivered calves and lost a boot in a pile of manure. 

Through my life I’ve had a wide and varied career path ranging from waiting tables, hotel maid, dump-truck driver, Emergency Medical Technician, manager in an animal emergency hospital, restaurant, and coffee shop owner. I even worked in a State Prison for many years.
Sounds like I’m pretty old, and sometime feel it but I’m not your average grandma.

What do like the most and the least about writing?

I love discovering new characters and naming them. I particularly love how they reveal themselves as the writing process moves forward.

Least? I think I’m in a big company when I say marketing. Figuring out how to get my books in front of readers.


Rock House Grill

One man’s choices—One woman’s impact

Aden House, successful but driven chef and TV personality, refuses to slow down. His life implodes one night, damaging him both physically and emotionally. He's rescued by a woman he thinks of as his angel.

Shay McDowell has rebuilt her life after her divorce. She juggles volunteer EMT duties and her job, while dreaming of becoming a chef. She finds her way to Rock House Grill and back into the life of the man she helped save.

Can love be the ingredient needed to survive the many obstacles they face?

What’s next on the writing horizon for you? 

There are several things in my to-do pile. Jazz House, the second Impact book is moving along nicely. I have a second fantasy-romance also in the works. Hopefully, when I retire, things will ease up and I can work faster.

Is there anything you want to tell readers?

All my books are about hope. I’m going to let a minor character named John from Rock House Grill give you a line which I try to live by…

“Circumstances change us. We can curse them and let them control us. Or, we allow whatever happens to make us better.”


“Easy, you’re going to be okay.” A soft voice eased through the chaos around him. The owner of the voice grabbed his arms and held them in a firm but gentle grip. “I’m right here with you. You are not alone.” 

“Can hardly m-move.” His voice slurred. “C-can’t see anything.” 

“You’ve been in an accident. I’m an EMT with the ambulance squad,” the velvety voice calmly explained. “You can’t see well because we’re under a tarp. Hold still, okay?” 

“‘K.” A small light flickered at the edge of his vision. It shone into a bag next to him. Penlight. 

“You’re restrained to a board. It’s to keep your head from moving and causing more injury.” She continued to talk to him. The voice reached down somewhere inside him, calming and peaceful, so he focused on it. A glow from spotlights on the outside lit whatever covered them. The shadow gave the woman the appearance of a halo—like an angel.

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Tuesday, March 10, 2020

Cover reveal for Peggy Jaeger - Vanilla With a Twist

Cover reveal from Peggy Jaeger

I'm happy to be able to show off Peggy's cover for her new book: Vanilla with a Twist part of The Wild Rose Press One Scoop or Two series.


Tandy Blakemore spends her days running her New England ice cream parlor, single-parenting her teenage son, and trying to keep her head above financial water. No easy feat when the shop's machinery is aging and her son is thinking about college. Tandy hasn't had a day off in a decade and wonders if she'll ever be able to live a worry-free life.

Engineer Deacon Withers is on an enforced vacation in the tiny seaside town of Beacher's Cove. Overworked, stressed, and lonely, he walks into Tandy's shop for a midday ice cream cone and gets embroiled in helping her fix a broken piece of equipment.

Can the budding friendship that follows lead to something everlasting?

Watch for this book and others start in Summer of 2020

Monday, February 24, 2020

Guest Post: My Past, Your Future by Gabbi Grey

Today I'm welcoming Gabbi Grey and her debut novel: My Past, Your Future which is part of the Deerbourne Inn series from The Wild Rose Press.

Welcome Gabbi

Tell us a little about yourself:

I live in beautiful British Columbia on a mountain, surrounded by trees, racoons, deer, and other woodland creatures.  My fur baby chinpoo Ally is my constant companion, barking at those nasty bears. I work for government by day, and by night crafts stories where my characters get happy endings.  I write contemporary, gay, sweet, and dark erotic BDSM romances. I firmly believe in making my characters suffer before finding their true love.

What do like the most and the least about writing?

Writing is easy, editing is brutal.  Words often flow freely, filling up that blank page easily.  I can take criticism and feedback just fine, but if I face another comma splice, or dangling modifier, I’ll scream.

Give us a peek into your latest published work:

A Civil War ghost, a history professor, and the magic of the Winter Solstice…

Callum MacLaren, a professor from Scotland, visits Willow Springs, Vermont during the Winter Solstice to study and explore the rich history of St. Joseph's Cemetery. His encounter with a sexy soldier in a tattered Civil War uniform is a captivating puzzle, and the more he learns, the deeper his attraction.

A hundred and fifty years ago, Elijah Freeman was killed during the Second Battle of Fort Wagner and woke up in Willow Springs, the only home he'd known. Alone, he roams the town, unable to leave or interact with a single soul until an intriguing Scot addresses him. Even stranger, the man can see him, hear him, and touch him--a sizzling caress that leaves Elijah aching for more.

But will Elijah return to his ghostly form when the magic of the solstice fades, or is Callum's love enough to keep him in the land of the living?

What’s next on the writing horizon for you?

I’ve written a novella for the One Scoop or Two call for The Wild Rose Press, and I have a dark erotic BDSM novel coming out with them later in the year.

Is there anything you want to tell readers?

I’m versatile and write across a number of subgenres in romance including gay, dark erotic BDSM, sweet, and contemporary.  I’ve also got stories that include paranormal and historical elements.  I’m okay with taking risks and stepping out of my comfort zone. I provide emotionally satisfying happy endings because I create deep connections with my characters, and they become like friends to me. These characters are ordinary people, in ordinary places, finding themselves facing extraordinary circumstances.


Was a graveyard female or male? The place could be an it, but assigning a gender felt more appropriate. That somehow humanized something most people avoided at all costs but that he loved almost as much as life itself. There was something about walking about the graves, reading dedications and plaques, that always gave him a sense of life. The inhabitants might be dead, but their spirits lived on, and if he was lucky, would offer their stories and share their lives.

Mindful of the flashlight, he clapped his hands, trying to get some circulation back. It was damn cold, and now that night had fallen, the temperature was dropping precipitously. At least he’d worn a parka, thick socks, sturdy boots, and a wool cap.

He’d accomplished enough for the day. Better to make an early start tomorrow morning. Calculating the shortest trajectory, he headed to the exit but only made it a dozen steps before coming up short.

A figure loomed in front of him, not thirty feet away. Since he’d believed himself alone, this was an unexpected turn. He used the flashlight to examine the solitary person, mindful of not shining the light in the person’s eyes. His eyes? Yes, most likely a man. Shorter in stature than himself, and on the average side. The man leaned against a grave and glared indolently. Both Callum’s torch and the light of the moon illuminated him. Weren’t they due for a full moon on the solstice in two days?

“Hello.” Nothing to be lost by being friendly.

The man didn’t move, just continued to stare.

Monday, February 17, 2020

Guest Post: A Matter of Manners by Terry Graham

I'm pleased to have Terry Graham on my blog to day talking about her latest book.

Tell us a little about yourself:

I grew up in the Adirondack mountains, in a tiny town of about 200 residents. The third child of six total, I was always a bit of a loner and would lose myself in books as often as not. My mom was a nurse, and my dad an outside electrician, and both came from large families, so education was considered important. Luckily, I was gifted with a healthy amount of intelligence and enjoyed school. My dad spent large amounts of time laid off, so I wanted a stable profession and became a chemist. I did that for twenty years, then went into IT until I retired three years ago.

What do like the most and the least about writing? 

I love the rush I get when I write a scene that works, especially the sex scenes, and the endorphins that are created. I’d say it’s better than actual sex, but that would only be true if I specified ‘bad sex’. I hate the marketing, mostly because I’m not a social person and so much of it revolves around engaging with strangers, but also because it takes away from the time I could use to write. 

Give us a peek into your latest published work? 

In A Matter of Manners, Jeremy Wyles is a duke who believes himself sterile. He's also a sadist and fears no lady would agree to marry him. When a woman shows up on his doorstep, pregnant and claiming to be his wife, he glimpses a chance to have the family he’s always wanted. A loveless marriage in name only seems the perfect solution, except for two problems – the lady resists the idea and he’s not sure he can resist his wicked urges.

Irish rebel Kathleen "Katy" Brennan only seeks recompense from the husband whose cousin married her by proxy and left her with child. She has no knowledge of how to be a duchess and her rebel past has a rather traitorous secret. Submitting to the duke jeopardizes all she holds dear but resisting proves equally daunting. The duke offers everything she’s ever wanted, except for a real marriage.

Can Jeremy and Katy trust each other and open their hearts or will the sins of the past destroy all hope of redemption?

What’s next on the writing horizon for you?

I’m currently working on a rewrite of the first story I ever wrote. It’s the first in a Scottish Highlander series I call Tartan Threads. Set in the seventeenth century, the series is considerably less steamy than my Shades of Sin series and revolves around a laird and his closest friends. Wild Rose Press has already contracted the second in the series, but they want to publish MacGregor’s Promise before MacIan’s Curse. (Titles are still tentative.) While less erotic, the Tartan Threads series delivers an emotional rush just as intense and adds a touch of paranormal into the mix. In MacGregor’s Promise the hero’s sixth sense lends a bit of tension to the story, and in MacIan’s Curse an ancestral ghost enjoys teasing our our hero and heroine when she isn’t safeguarding our characters.

Is there anything you want to tell readers?

Follow your dreams, even when you aren’t sure they’re headed where you expected them to end up. Some of our best dreams are the ones that follow a path we didn’t see or wouldn’t choose for ourselves.


A marriage of convenience...or could it be more?

“Bollocks!” The expletive burst out, unbidden. He had to stop using the word before it slipped out in the wrong setting.

At least it got her attention. Her moss-colored eyes widened, and her lips parted in surprise.
Another flicker of want paralyzed him.

“I should go.” With a grace that took his breath away, she rose and turned toward the door. This time, though, her feet inched forward.

“Stop!” Try as he might, it came out as a command.

She dropped into the chair, her porcelain skin fading to the pasty white color it had taken on when she vomited.

He raked his fingers through his hair. What was happening? Besides him losing control?

“You’ve done nothing wrong,” he explained. “It’s George I wish to thrash.”

To his surprise, she harrumphed in a very unladylike manner. “Might I watch?”

Her hand flew up and covered her mouth. Wide, emerald eyes with thick, long lashes stared at him, half horrified. Then she lifted her chin in defiance.

Damn, she was pretty. Dark cherries and clotted cream pretty.

Footsteps echoed from the hallway, drawing her attention, but Jeremy continued to stare. He didn’t care who entered. He wanted to ogle her for a few minutes.

“Speak of the devil,” her luscious lips muttered.

Thursday, February 6, 2020

Guest Post: That April in Santa Monica by Melody DeBlois

Tell us a little about yourself:

My husband and I live in Sacramento, California for six months and in Chandler, Arizona for the other half of the year. My family is the most important part of my life. My friends come in a close second. I have been writing for years, but it wasn’t until I buckled down and studied the markets and tried my darndest to sell, that things began to happen. I love writing for The Wild Rose Press. All the authors are not only friends but like family. Everyday I learn something new about writing and marketing. I can’t picture being published with anyone else.

What do like the most and the least about writing?

I love writing when it all clicks together and I am able to see it like a movie. It’s like I am just recording it as fast as I am able to write it down. I also love seeing the characters changing and learning the things that will improve them. What I don’t like is I am so very slow at getting to the process where the story all snaps together. The road to the book being ready to publish is rocky and full of detours and dead ends. I wish I could wake up in the morning and work all the way through to when I go to bed. But, as with all jobs, life gets in the way.

Give us a peek into your latest published work?

Madison receives acclaim for running a talent agency for people with disabilities, but she doesn't know how to take care of herself. When her altruism becomes life-threatening, she joins a reality TV show that pairs her with hot, raven-haired Brandon. He is witty, sexy, and her teacher. That makes him off limits.

Brandon focuses on his work as TV's most noted health teacher. He has one fast rule—never fall for a student. But when he meets Madison, their chemistry is combustible. There's no hiding their conflict or their attraction, especially when it's all caught on film.

What’s next on the writing horizon for you?

My next book is called Undercover in Venice Beach, book 2. I am on the final draft of page 200 as of today. I’m loving this book. Here’s a sneak peek at a blurb:

Struggling business owner Audrey Powell has just lost her mother. She’s returned to Venice Beach to take over the tea house her mother made so special. She’s determined to keep Mama’s spirit of helping others alive. But she has no one to help her run things…until enter Liam James, the hunky chef who works miracles with food.

Liam James is a spy with British Intelligence. He sets up surveillance in the tea house where secrets are being leaked that threaten national security. To fit in with the clientele, he must work under the guise of a chef. Never has he allowed a woman to get in the way of a mission, until he meets Audrey. Trouble is, she isn’t who she claims to be.

Is there anything you want to tell readers?

My wish for all my readers is that they enjoy the Love is a Beach Series like their best vacation.


Madison hadn’t slept well. Her dreams were like trying to see through a dark sheet of glass. She awoke to thirst and wandered downstairs for a drink of filtered water. She’d fallen asleep in her clothes. She ran her fingers through her disheveled hair. 

She discovered Brandon slouching in the easy chair and did a double take. He didn’t have a candle before him, nor was his body in the lotus position. He simply appeared to be thinking, his eyes distant as he stared past her. 

She snapped her fingers in front of his face. “Brandon, are you okay?” He didn’t look well. In the lamplight, she could see the shadows under his eyes as if he hadn’t had any sleep. 

“Hi there,” he said, “I could ask the same of you. You left in quite a huff last night. Were you able to work through your anger?” 

“It’s our last day together, our last morning.” You donkey, don’t you get it? Talk about clueless; he took the cake. 

“I know,” he said and hung his head. “People get used to routine.” 

“That’s right. It takes three weeks to form a habit.” 

There was so much they were not saying, so much left undone. 

His eyes were bloodshot, and he closed them as if not wanting her to see he looked like he’d been up the entire night drinking whiskey and shooting pool. “You probably are feeling a little afraid, Madison.” 

“Big-time.” Her own voice sounded small, but then there was that knot in her throat…I want you to stay!

 He slapped the arm of the chair. “I’ve got an idea.” He motioned to her, his face filled with that boyish wonder she’d come to cherish. “Let’s go watch the sunrise.” 

“I’m game.” She followed him into the gunmetal darkness where the air didn’t stir, and the only sounds were of the ocean roaring in the distance. Harley had lumbered out behind her, licking her heels. 

He said, “There’s a certain kind of freshness in the air. Do you feel it, do you smell it—tell me.” 
She walked with him. “Always the instructor, even to the end.” 

She was so close to him her thigh scraped against his, close enough to inhale that male testosterone that was exclusively Brandon Kennedy. Their fingers touched, sending a surge of electricity throughout her, making her miss a step. As if it were instinctual, he took her hand in his. She noted the texture of his rough palm against hers. No eyeballing cameras had snuck behind them to their destination. She had him all to herself. Imagine that? What she could do, if he let her. 

They had front row seats, their backs to the misty waves. Harley, never a morning dog, rolled over in the sand and went back to sleep. 

They took stock of the light show just getting ready to start. She shivered in the chilly morning air. Seeing her, he wrapped his arms around her, and she thought she’d do something dumb like tell him how much she cared. She couldn’t help laying her head on his mighty shoulder. It felt good to cuddle with him, natural and intimate.
He said, “The first thirty minutes of sunrise and the last thirty minutes of sunset, it is safe to look straight at the sun.” 

“They’re always telling people not to take in the sun with the naked eye.” 

“And it’s true, but the first and last half hour won’t hurt you. In fact, it’s the great healer of the mind and the body. Don’t you feel the sun’s energy balancing and healing you?” 

What Madison felt was Brandon’s body heat radiating through her, tightening her muscles, skimming up her spine. That kind of warmth should come with a warning—exposure might cause side effects. Maybe she could have blamed it on chemistry or like attracting like—called it a lethal injection. She was dying for want of him. 

She managed to say, “I see a halo around the sun.” 

“Feel it vibrate?” he asked, turning to look at her, and his eyes turned molten-blue. Somehow, she didn’t think watching the sky had anything to do with it. 

The heat had gathered at the sweet place between her legs—another side effect of her being close to him. If this didn’t end up in a kiss, she didn’t think she’d be able to bear it. 

Drawing in a long shaky breath, she said, “I do feel the vibration.” Oh, did she! 

“Being out in the middle of nature, with the birds and the sea creatures, it does something to a person, don’t you think?” 

“Amen to Mother Earth,” she said dreamily. 

“There’s harmony in the sounds.” His breath seemed to have caught in his throat. 

“Yes, a more beautiful melody could not exist.” 

“Do you feel your eyes blur? It’s the sun cleansing you.” 

Cleansing? Try heating up as if some crazy so-and-so had switched on the gas. She moaned, “My eyes have become pools of marvel.” No, that wasn’t right. They were pools of longing, no mistaking it.

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