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We have a winner! The winner of Jaci’s post is….

April S.!

Congrats April!

Please email Jaci at jaci @ jaciburton.com (without the spaces) and let her know what book off her Samhain backlist you’d like. Enjoy!

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We have a winner! The winner of Gwyn’s post is….

cyclops8!

Congrats cyclops8!

Please email me your addy at mad @ romancereaderatheart.com (without the spaces) so we can get the book sent out to you. Enjoy!

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Newest TBR additions!

Look what goodies I was able to get my hands on when I went to BAM earlier tonight?

KISS OF FURY by Deborah Cooke
TRIAL BY FIRE by Jo Davis
INTO THE FLAME by Christina Dodd
BEFORE THE SCANDAL by Suzanne Enoch
UNTOUCHABLE by Linda Winstead Jones
SURRENDER TO ME by Sophie Jordan
SEA FEVER by Virginia Kantra
MARKED BY MOONLIGHT by Sharie Kohler
NAUTI DREAMS by Lora Leigh
THE MISTRESS DIARIES by Julianne MacLean
SOME LIKE IT WICKED by Teresa Medeiros
FIRST BLOOD Susan Sizemore, Erin McCarthy, Chris Marie Green & Meljean Brook
DELICIOUS by Sherry Thomas

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I love this series…I can’t wait to read Nik’s story. 🙂 Mark your calendars, it’s coming out in December!

BOUND BY BLOOD, ADDICTED TO DANGER, THEY’LL ENTER THE DARKEST–AND MOST EROTIC–PLACE OF ALL . . .

A warrior trained in bullets and blades, Renata cannot be bested by any man–vampire or mortal. But her most powerful weapon is her extraordinary psychic ability–a gift both rare and deadly. Now a stranger threatens her hard-won independence, a golden-haired vampire who lures her into a realm of darkness . . . and pleasure beyond imagining.

A combat-loving adrenaline junkie, Nikolai dispenses his own justice to enemies of the Breed–and his latest quarry is a ruthless assassin. One woman stands in his way: the seductive, cool-as-ice bodyguard, Renata. But Renata’s powers are put to the test when a loved one, a child, is threatened and she’s forced to turn to Niko for help. As the two join forces, as desire fans the flames of a deeper hunger, Renata’s life is under seige by a man who offers the exquisite pleasure of a blood bond–and a passion that could save or doom them both forever. . . .

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Woo hoo! Hooray! This is The Week! The Week my newest book hits the stands!

Am I excited? Read on to find out the answer to that…. Well, check out the studly cover and find out a little about Finn and Felicity first…

“Donna Kauffman writes smart and sexy, with sizzle to spare!”

Janet Evanovich

USA Today Bestselling Author

DONNA KAUFFMAN

THE BLACK SHEEP AND THE ENGLISH ROSE

With a few thorns…

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BACK COVER:

Finn Dalton is the black sheep of his privileged family—because he’s always trying to do the right thing. But do good guys let bad girls go free? Ask British heiress Felicity Trent. Finn should have called the cops when he caught Felicity with a fortune in stolen jewels. But after the hot night they’d shared, betraying her meant he’d never have her again. Two years later, he discovers Felicity scantily clad and handcuffed to a bed in a posh Manhattan hotel room. Finn has three choices. Turn Felicity in. Turn her loose. Or turn her on…

Finn Dalton is bad boy personified. Felicity Trent should know; she’s a bad girl herself. But for Felicity, life as a jewel thief is almost as seductive as Finn is—and that’s dangerous. Because for a girl like her one night is all she needs to get what she wants, anything more means trouble. Now, with both of them after the same thing—the rarest of treasures—who gets there first might be the last thing they want…

Visit us at www.kensingtonbooks.com.

So…now that we’ve read, drooled, and perhaps required something shaken and stirred, we’re back to that am-I-excited thing. You see, I’ve been around the publishing world for a few years now. Okay, a lot of few years. My kids weren’t even in preschool when I first got published and now my youngest is heading off to college. And now, 40+ titles down the road, I often get asked if I still get excited when a new book comes out.

To which I respond: Duh! Like a kid on Christmas morning!

It never gets old. That Moment. I love That Moment, when I trek out to my local bookstore, a extra little bounce in my step (which might or might not have something to do with the celebratory Snickers bar I ate before leaving the house…) and I finally see, perched there on the shelf, beckoning to each and every passerby in all of its glossy, shiny, yet-to-be-dog-eared glory, proof that the story I sweat blood, tears, and Crunchy Cheetos to finish, drowning myself in Coke Zero and meditative hot baths (where there might have been some additional, meditative chocolate consumption happening – hey, it helps to, uh, calm your chakras. Or something. I heard. Somewhere. I think. It worked though! I don’t question why…) actually exists. For real. In book form. Published and everything. Right there. In public.

The story that, by the end, I was swearing would send me to an early grave, and had me convinced I’d never write again, and that if I had to deal with those two people for One More Day, I was going to switch from writing Happily Ever After’s to gritty serial killer novels where everyone ends up trapped with the psycho killer in the basement, and we have to wait until the very last page to find out whodunit. Which in this case? Would be ME.

That story. That lovely, lovely story-of-my-heart. That now, now that it’s done, and shiny and glossy and not-yet-dog-eared, is remembered with nothing but loving fondness. Sort of like the smile you give your child after the memories of natural childbirth have faded… (Which is possibly why the lead time after turning in a manuscript is about nine months before actual publication.) So, I stand in the bookstore, a stupid, loopy grin plastered on my face, some residual chocolate smears at the corners of my mouth, secretly jumping up and down and making quite a scene….inside my head, anyway, and thinking, “I did it! I did it! I wrote that!”

That part? Never gets old.

And it makes all the parts that come before it, the psycho, meditative, Crunchy Cheetos powder-covered parts, all worth it.

And this? This week happens to be That Week. I only get a few of them a year, so they’re a Rilly Big Deal for me, and so I thought I would share That Moment with you. (See? I told you it was exciting!) So! Everyone who comments on this blog entry will automatically be entered in a special drawing, to get the chance at their own Moment and win a copy of my next release, To All A Good Night, coming out this October. Only you get it before anyone else can get their grubby, chocolate smeared, orange powder covered fingers on it. Just You. The envy of all your friends, not to mention a great excuse for a celebratory Snickers bar. (If it wasn’t ninety million degrees outside, I’d mail one to you with the book. But that might take that whole chocolate smears part to a new level we really don’t want to experience.)

So, comment with abandon! And please, enjoy a special chocolate moment with me this week. Hey, it’s an excuse. And that’s often all we need. (I know. I’m so giving like that. But I live to serve. And not eat chocolate alone.) Good luck! Aaaaaand……type!

This Christmas, sugarplums aren’t the only visions that will be dancing in your head. Prepare to have your toes curled by some of the holiday’s hunkiest heroes in this hot, hot, hot collection. . . .

Donna Kauffman
Unleashed
When Emma Lafferty is hired by a billionaire CEO to watch his pets over the holidays, she expects to enjoy a quiet Christmas in opulent surroundings. What she doesn’t expect is to spend the week trapped in the mansion with the CEO’s sexy great-nephew-and heir-whose motives are as shady as his desire is crystal clear….

Jill Shalvis
Finding Mr. Right
Brilliant chemist Maggie Bell has a knack for choosing Mr. Wrong, and with yet another lonely Christmas looming, she decides it’s time to alter the equation-and seek out someone who seems totally wrong for her. Enter Jacob Wahler, the rough and rippling contractor who’s about as far from Maggie’s type as he could get. But suddenly what’s wrong for Maggie seems oh-so-right..

HelenKay Dimon
Can You Hand Me the Tape?
Natalie Pritchard is desperate. It’s a week before Christmas and she’s lost the naughty tape she made for her now-ex-boyfriend. She’s so desperate, in fact, that she’ll turn to her nemesis Spencer Donovan for help. The sexy criminal defense attorney would be only too happy to assist-but can Natalie afford his price?

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