September 11, 2017

A New Look & a New Book!

The Vault Series has a brand new look for the menage stories.

 

Exchange of Power is the brand new release in The Vault Series.
It’s a new menage with some friends you’ve already met in the other books.

Watch for an excerpt and a giveaway coming soon!

Can an exchange of power lead to a happily ever after?

Burned in the past by men who should have loved her, Lynette Winters is starting to give up on her happily ever after. She made a standing date with herself long ago. If by her thirty-fifth birthday she hasn’t found the right man—one who will treat her as an equal and not the hired help—then she’ll find a bar somewhere, toast the farewell of her girlish dreams, and fully embrace her life of solitude. After all, she has a great career, friends she enjoys, and the BDSM lifestyle, which keeps her firmly in control of the subs at the Vault. With her whip in one hand and her self-control in the other, she gets all the fulfillment a Domme needs. Even if she can’t reach orgasm herself.

Deacon Trisk and Blake Armstrong both noticed Lynette the first day she walked into the Vault. Working security for the club, they watch as she keeps others at arm’s reach—including her subs—and they suspect this beautiful, little blonde Domme comes with a complicated past. Although Deacon and Blake aren’t submissives, both men are ready to fall to their knees for a little attention from Mistress Lynette. And better yet, maybe they can convince her to let them take the lead.

But when her past comes back to haunt her, Lynette refuses to give up her newfound control. Blake and Deacon will do anything to keep her safe. But when pleasure turns to danger, perhaps it’s just too late for an exchange of power—even one that could give them more than they had ever dreamed…

 

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August 23, 2017

Looking for New Authors?

Reviewer Roundup is back!

Though this is the first time I’m participating, this is actually the 4th event. But by all accounts, it’s wildly successful, so I thought, why not give it a try? 🙂

The benefit to you?

Over the next 2 weeks, you can discover some new-to-you authors. And it’s FREE

The benefit to us?

We can find new readers and gain some new reviews.  Reviews are easy. They don’t’ need to be lengthy.

Forever Starts Today is part of this week’s offering.

Want to check out some new-to-you authors?

Want to read and review Forever Starts Today?

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May 5, 2017

A Change in Tide by Freya Barker

Everybody loves to relate to the book they are reading. And I’m no exception, especially when I can relate to the world the story is created in.

I recently read a book by a Canadian author set in a Canadian location and the characters are, you guessed it, Canadian. This may not seem like much, but it actually is to us Canadian authors.  Because our selling market is primarily the USA, we tend to write to that market. That means changing locations, changing character traits and anecdotes, hell even changing our spelling! (Can I just say I’m constantly getting caught at the day job for ‘typos’ because I forget and write the American version of words 🙂 ).

Anyway, on my way north for a family wedding, I happened to read Freya Barker’s brand new release A Change in Tide (Northern Lights Book 1)

 

Here’s the Blurb…

What impact would it have when everything suddenly faded to black? 

For Mia, a crowded subway ride changes her entire life. Retreating to the wilderness helps her cope with a world that is suddenly too loud, too turbulent.
Her existence safely contained to the small cottage on the lake, she is unprepared for the neighbor that moves across the bay

A career-ending injury has Jared permanently benched. His reputation as The Enforcer won’t survive the unanticipated responsibilities awaiting him.
Away from the public eye, he adjust to his new reality, under the quiet observation of the intriguing hermit on the other side of the water.

 

I LOVED this story and am not ashamed to say that while I should have been working on my own (rather late) story, I was reading hers.  It was compelling. It was personal. It was sweet and it was sexy. It covered some complex issues. Each character had their own story with their own hardships to struggle through. They all had flaws, nobody was perfect. They screwed up. They had vulnerable moments. They apologized. They moved towards that happily ever after.

The main characters, Mia and Jared, are likable and believable, as are the supporting cast. They made me smile. They made me laugh. They made me hurt for them. They made me root for them. They each felt broken and lost in their lives, yet regardless of their personal insecurities, they managed to find their way to each other. Their chemistry is a slow burn that finally erupts. And boy am I glad I was there to see it. I particularly enjoyed the insight they had into each other’s comfort zone, or lack thereof, and how they pushed the boundaries in a safe and secure way until the other person experienced something new and a bit scary, but better than anticipated.

While I do tend to read books higher on the heat level and on the erotic level, I absolutely love settling in for a good love story. And that’s exactly what I found in this book. This story is beautifully written and was a pleasure to read.

Admittedly this was the first book I’ve read by Ms. Barker. But I can tell you, it will not be the last. If you haven’t tested these northern shores yet, I highly recommend starting with A Change in Tide.

You can find out all about Freya Barker at her website
And you can find A Change in Tide at
Amazon.com
Amazon.ca
Amazon.uk

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April 10, 2017

Forever Starts Today!

It’s Release Day!

Exclusive Excerpt Below

Love doesn’t last, not even in Forever.

Sadie has been disappointed time and again and gives no credence to the myth she’ll one day find her true love. Her small hometown offers little in the way of opportunity, excitement, or anonymity, but guilt and resentment keep her Forever bound.
Asher craves distance from the city and the business his father insists he join. He’s hoping the quaint town of Forever will spark his muse and give him clarity to make major life decisions. He’s not looking for love, but a strange encounter and an odd gift give him a glimpse into a future where his destiny becomes clearer every day.

Excerpt 

He waited until his mother and aunt made it through the door, and then turned in time to catch a woman a few inches shorter than him as she slammed into his chest. “Whoa.”

A beautiful woman. Who smelled real good.

“Oh my God. I’m so sorry,” she said.

Man, her voice was sexy. All throaty and a little breathless. His mind immediately jumped to wicked thoughts. She looked up, and all he saw was big sapphire blue eyes and long blond tresses. Her cheeks turned bright red. It looked good on her. A sudden image of her looming over him, riding him hard, her face and neck flushed pink, her eyes dark with arousal filled his tiny brain while the all the blood in his body rushed to his groin. He cleared his throat but not the vision. Asher needed some distance between them before she could realize where his thoughts had gone. “No, I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention and spun around too fast.”

Gorgeous. Stunning in a casual girl-next-door kind of way. Her hair hung down her back in soft curls, but had a messy look to it, as though she’d been sliding her fingers through it in the recent past. Or after he’d spent hours running his fingers through it. She had a dimple on her right cheek. She had a cute button-shaped nose and high cheekbones.

She looked familiar, but he didn’t know her.

He stuck his hands in his pockets before he reached for her, and his fingers encountered the locket. He had forgotten about it while eating his lunch. Now its warmth flowed through him when he wrapped his hand around it, grounding him in an odd way.

“Um…” The flush in her cheeks darkened. Her eyes widened. She blinked a few times, fluttering long dark lashes before she dropped her gaze to where she still had her hands pressed flat against his chest. She curled her fingers the tiniest bit before she snapped them back and almost jumped backward another two feet. “I’m sorry.”

Asher wiped one finger across his mouth, surreptitiously confirming no drool trickled from the corner of his lips. All was good, but damn, the woman was a stunner. Perfect height. Perfect weight, not model thin like many of the woman who ran in his circles back home. Not that there was anything wrong with that, but Christ, why did so many women give up eating? Did they honestly believe the thinner they were, the more attractive they’d be? Didn’t they realize many men liked women they could hold without fear of crushing?

He adored women who loved and embraced their bodies— tall, short, athletic, curvy and yes even thin. He liked women who enjoyed meals without feeling the need to order eat only a small salad as their main course.

She had curves. Delicious curves. She wore a yellow dress that hugged every swell she owned. At home, women with bodies like hers covered them with clothes a size larger. Thankfully, she didn’t.

She must have been with the group he’d noticed over in the corner. He hadn’t paid them much attention as he’d been more focused on helping his aunt get settled. While they discussed the ice-cream shop, he had scoured a local newspaper a previous diner had left behind. All eight pages. Eight pages that included births, obits, the heat wave, abnormal for this time of year, and the upcoming Sadie Hawkins dance.

His gaze dipped down to where the dress she wore had a modest V that displayed the tops of her creamy and exquisite looking breasts. “It’s not a problem.” He forced his feet to move and stepped out of the way, but stretched out his right arm to push open and hold the door for her. “After you.”

“Thank you.” She kept her gaze glued to the floor and angled her body as she walked past.

“My name’s Asher. My aunt runs the ice-cream shop.” The necklace in his pocket shifted, catching his attention for a split second.

She raised her head. “. How’s Lorraine doing?”

“Good. Sore. Frustrated. The doctor wants her off her feet and resting for a few days. Sounds like she’s been trying to do too much.”

She laughed. She had a beautiful genuine sounding laugh. “Yes, many stepped in to help, and some of the students took different shifts while she was in the hospital. She’s not one to accept support or delegate. As soon as they released her, I’m sure she spent more time at the shop than anybody else. I’m glad to hear she finally reached out to family, though.” She paused. “I didn’t even know she had family until my mother mentioned it.”

“My mom and I arrived yesterday.”

“Are you staying in town for long?”

“A few weeks. Depends on my aunt.” They had stopped on the sidewalk in front of the pub. “I didn’t catch your name,” he said.

“I didn’t give it.” She smiled, her mouth curving in an appealing grin. She also had perfect white teeth.

“My aunt told me the people in Forever were friendly and polite.”

She nodded. “Most are.”

He laughed. “So, you’re not one of them?”

“Sadie.”

“Pretty name.” A beautiful name.

She snorted.

“You don’t agree? There’s not many Sadie’s out there. You’re the first one I’ve met.”

“Yeah, well, I wish I wasn’t one.”

He frowned. “I’m not sure I understand why? It’s okay to be unique.” In the back of his mind, he chuckled as he heard his grandmother’s words coming out of his mouth. “Your parents could have called you Jane or Diane. Or good grief, Tiffany or Britney.” He tried for levity. Mind you, he knew more than a few Tiffany’s and Britney’s.

She gave him a sharp look. “Not if you’re named after a dance.”

He stared at her. “Seriously? Your name is Sadie Hawkins?”

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March 20, 2017

Have you taken the risk yet?

Molly is ready to spend the holiday with friends. It’s the highlight of her year—or it was, until Tanner showed up. Her high school crush is all grown up, sexy as sin, and he’s demanding answers—answers Molly isn’t sure she can give.

When the woman he loved told him she needed space, Tanner gave her ten long years.  Now he’s back. He’ll settle for closure but hopes for a future. Sex with Molly is scorching hot and brings back plenty of memories.

When they’re together, it’s clear they were never meant to be apart.

Cover Credits:

Models: Lance Jones – Tattoo model & Kimberleigh Michelle
Photographer: Kruse Images & Photography: Models & Boudoir
cover designer Bookin’ It Designs

“It’s been a long time, Molly. I want you to know that I’m over it. I’m over what happened. How it ended. But I do need to understand. I need to know. Why did you break up with me? I thought we had a good thing.” He focused on her face. Without the aid of the campfire, he tried to search her eyes in the darkness, hoping he might somehow read her mind. “I never forgot you.” Not for a day in the ten years since he’d seen her, had he forgotten how she looked, what she smelled like. How good it felt to hold her, to touch her.

To kiss her.

To make love to her.

Raw, undiluted pain filled her eyes. It was a brief flash, and his gut clenched at the token glimpse.

“I don’t know what to say to you.”

He stepped in front of her and stopped, swiveling around to face her. She stumbled a bit on the gravel to avoid crashing into him. His hands clenched into fists in his pockets—the need to take her in his arms overwhelming. “Look at me.”

She lifted her chin, her head slowly tilting back until the features of her face were revealed. Even in the darkness, he saw uncertainty and panic struggling to stay buried behind those wide eyes. Regret sucker-punched him, but he couldn’t let it go that easily. After ten long years, he deserved answers.

Tanner grabbed her hand again, spun on his heel, and dragged her toward a path leading into the trees. She balked, pulling backward. He stopped again. “We should talk somewhere we won’t be interrupted.” Unrelenting, he leveled her with a look.

She lifted her shoulders and let them fall in a slow, fake shrug of indifference.

It had been a long time since he’d been into the park, but he remembered this footpath well. It wound around and would eventually come out behind where they were camped. She followed him until they came to a secluded spot a few feet off the main path. He walked over to a large tree, propped his back against it, shoved his hands in his pockets again, and braced one foot against the tree, hoping to appear casual.

Taking slow, cautious steps, she crept closer, stopping when she stood a few feet before him. “So you’re moving to Ottawa.”

“Actually, the deal’s not done yet.”

“But you said—”

“I know what I said, Molly. I do want to move back. But it depends on you.”

“On me? What does it have to do with me?”

“Are you seeing anybody?” The iridescent glow from the full moon filtered down through the branches, providing enough light for him to see her, but with her head ducked, her features were in shadow. He couldn’t see enough of her face or her eyes. He was desperate to see her eyes.

“Not that it’s any of your business. But no. Not at the moment.”

“I’m not either.”

She cast him a quick look of surprise. “Why aren’t you? You’re handsome and, from what I gather, successful. Why aren’t you married or committed to some lucky girl?”

He reached out and grabbed her hand, yanking her closer to him.

Gasping, she fell into his chest.

He gathered her close, spinning around to place her against the tree while he leaned in close to ensure she stayed put. She stiffened, surprise in her eyes.

“I’ve never forgotten you or what we had. You meant everything to me.” He put it out there. The pain he’d held in since that day she’d told him it was over, laced his words.

Molly dropped her gaze. “I never meant to hurt you.”

Shifting to the left, she made a move to step away from the tree, away from him, but he edged in close, stalling her. He placed his finger under her chin, tipping her face toward the moonlight. He gazed down into her eyes. “Why then? Why did you end it the way you did?”

“I had to… I… Never mind, I just had to.” She trembled as she choked out the last.

“I don’t understand. Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you somehow?” His mind raced over their past, as it had many times, trying to figure out what happened. When things changed.

“Of course not.” Her conviction put him at ease, a little bit at least.

“Did somebody else do or say something?” Unexpected rage ripped through him. Good God, had somebody hurt her?

“No. No, it wasn’t anything you or anybody else did.” She tried to pull out of his grasp.

He held steadfast, closing the distance until his chest grazed hers. He pinned her to the tree.

“Please. Let me go.”

“I want answers.”

“I can’t—”

Standing this close to her, for the first time in years, her heart beating a rapid flutter against his chest did wild things to his body. His heartbeat sped up, sweat popped out on his forehead, and his cock hardened to steel. He dropped his gaze to her mouth. Her lush lips parted, warm breaths blew out in little spurts, fluttering against his neckline. He knew he shouldn’t rush this. He’d come with a plan to get her back, if she’d take him. But no way could he stop.

“I want the truth. I suppose I can wait a little longer if you’re not ready.” For answers. He could wait for answers. Touching her, tasting her, was a different thing altogether. “But I do have something I need to give you.” He hesitated, questioning his intention. Screw it. “I’m sorry, but I can’t resist, and you’re too desirable.”

He bent his head low, paused, and pressed his lips to hers. It should have been gentle, but it wasn’t. Unless she pushed him away, or told him no, the need to kiss her was vital, her taste essential.

She stilled.

He tensed, expecting her to do just that when she raised her arms and placed her palms against his chest. He held his breath, his body trembling while he waited. A heavy sigh escaped her mouth, and she curled the tips of her fingers into his shirt. With a soft whimper, she lured him closer, leaning into his body, taking his kiss.

A flood of emotions strangled him—anger, relief, basic sexual need. Pressing his highly aroused body solidly against hers, he flattened his palms against the tree on either side of her head. A moan rose from his chest. He swept his tongue inside her mouth, dueling with hers. He touched the soft insides of her cheeks and the smooth surface of her teeth, absorbing her unique essence, which was even better than he remembered. He drew back to lick along her bottom lip, placing small kisses at the corners, and then dove back in for more, angling for a closer connection. A sense of urgency began to build.

God, he’d missed this

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