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Amazon has the Night Huntress Series by Jeaniene Frost discounted right now to $1.99 each. Grab them while you can, price is only good for today, August 23! 🙂

Reckoning (Prequel Novella)

Up From The Grave

Happily Never After

One Grave At A Time

This Side of the Grave

Devil To Pay

Home For The Holidays

Destined For An Early Grave

At Grave’s End

One Foot in the Grave

Halfway to the Grave

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The Return of the Rebel The guy from the wrong side of the tracks… 

Being promoted should be a dream come true, only it means working closely with Cleo’s childhood crush, Jax Monroe. Jax may no longer be the rebel she remembers, but he still gets her heart racing like no other.

Jax cares too much about Cleo to let her get too close—but keeping his distance is proving impossible! As Jax reveals the extent of what he’s been through, will Cleo show him that some things are too precious to put off until tomorrow?






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The fact that Cleo felt comfortable enough to open up to him warmed a spot in Jax’s chest. But he couldn’t let himself read too much into it. She was probably lonely being so far from her family. And it wouldn’t do either of them any good if he tried to fill that empty spot. It’d only make it that much harder to walk away.

“You know, I can be on my own today. I don’t want to take up all of your time. I’m sure by now you have other guests to look after.”

“Actually you’re my one and only guest. Mr. Burns has me on a very short leash.” Cleo’s cherry-red lips lifted and her eyes sparkled. “So name your pleasure and I’ll make sure it’s provided.”

The sweet lilt of her voice and the sight of her tempting lips sent his mind spiraling back in time. He clearly remembered the one and only kiss they’d shared. He hadn’t even seen it coming and it was over before he could react. The strange thing was that after all of these years, he had never forgotten that innocent moment. He’d been kissed countless times since then and by experienced women who knew how to turn a kiss into an adventure. So why had the memory of those other kisses faded while hers stood the test of time?

Every detail of that moment stood out in his mind. He recalled how the morning sun peeked over Cleo’s shoulder. The golden rays made her hair glisten, giving it the illusion of a halo. Her cheeks were rosy with color and her eyes sparkled like fresh-cut emeralds.

He’d been so mesmerized by the stunning image that he hadn’t expected her to lift up on her tiptoes. Her gaze met and held his as she leaned forward. Her puckered lips pressed to his mouth. In the next heartbeat, she pulled away. And then, as if horrified, her eyes grew round. She’d pressed a hand to her mouth and run off.



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  • Publisher: Harlequin Romance / Mills & Boon Cherish
  • First Published: July 1, 2014
  • Formats: Mass Market Paperback, Hardcover, e-Book, Large Print
  • ISBN-13: 9781460334928
  • Pages: 256 (large print)


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Award-winning author, Jennifer Faye pens fun, heartwarming romances. Jennifer has won the RT Book Reviews Reviewers’ Choice Award, named a TOP PICK author, and been nominated for numerous awards. Now living her dream, she resides with her patient husband, amazing daughter (the other remarkable daughter is off chasing her own dreams) and two spoiled cats.

Jennifer loves to hear from readers—you can contact her via her website.


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Today I’m so thrilled to talk about Joshua’s Mistake and how on earth I came up with the idea of a paranormal division of a government law enforcement agency. Well, to start with, I’m a little nuts. It’s good for you to know this right off the bat.


Joshua’s Mistake is the second book in a series. Book one, Kane’s Bounty was written for the ON THE HUNT call from Ellora’s Cave Publishing. EC was looking for stories about bounty hunters. As soon as I heard the call, I had a picture in my head of a bar in Savanah, Georgia. I saw two bounty hunters going after the same fugitive. There was something missing, and I wanted to do something a little different. I thought about how intense a hunt and a relationship would be if the bounty hunter was able to read his marks mind. Well if one hunter had certain telepathic skills, maybe there was an entire division of bounty hunters, who could read minds.


At the time I never thought of writing another book along the same lines.


Joshua is Kane’s Brother. The brothers were separated very young and Joshua was placed with the government. He’s intense, serious, insightful and the most powerful psychic in the world. Readers loved him and kept asking when I was going to write a book about him. After a while, the idea took hold and I had a great story about Joshua Lakeland and other books for some of his friends too.


I’m excited to bring you Joshua’s Mistake, published by Ellora’s Cave Publishing.


Here’s the blurb:

Joshua's Mistake_JPGAccused of treason and the murder of her Psychic Special Forces team, Tessa is in the custody of the FBI. She’s shocked and terrified when the most powerful Psi Agent in the world shows up to probe her mind and discover her guilt or innocence.


Joshua never expected to find a victim of one of his probes attractive, but he can’t seem to leave her behind when all hell breaks loose. Saving the stunning blonde means being drawn into a psychic war that will definitely end his career—and likely both of their lives.


The rhythm of their psychic auras hums to perfection and neither can fight the bond, but it’s all ripped away by a madman with a grudge. Tessa falls into a coma, and Joshua will have to risk his heart and soul to pull her back from the brink.







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When it comes to playing basketball, getting the ball through the hoop is the ultimate goal. Some scientists have even attempted to calculate how to achieve the perfect shot. Now I am by no means an expert at basketball. In fact, I’m terrible at most sports. But based on my experience, when it comes to romance, the journey is never an exact science. In my own life, sometimes it takes another person to make me see what’s right in front of my face – whether good or bad.


In my latest novel, STEALING KISSES, Derek Lansing is a pro basketball player that has it all: plenty of money, oodles of status, and groupies galore. But he’s still not happy. During the ten years it’s taken him to reach the top of his career, he’s alienated his family and made some unwise choices that go against his true nature. When life coach Natalie Hilliard guides him to discover what’s always been in his heart, he realizes that without love and family – he can’t be the man he was always meant to be.


Who gives you a “reality check” every once in a while? One (1) commenter will win a print copy of STEALING KISSES.

Stealing Kisses_Harmony Evans

About the Book

Life coach Natalie Kenyon helps her famous clients achieve happiness and lasting intimacy in their personal lives. But pro-basketball all-star Derek Lansing isn’t so easy to pin down. His rags-to-riches story takes hold of Natalie’s heart and his first electric touch ignites an irresistible desire. It could be a lose–lose if she becomes the sexy player’s next conquest!



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About the Author

Harmony-Evans_092612-681x1024Harmony Evans is an award-winning author for Harlequin Kimani Romance, the leading publisher of African-American romance. She is the recipient of the 2013 Romance Slam Jam Emma Award for “Debut Author of the Year”. In addition, she was a 2012 Romantic Times Reviewers’ Choice Awards Double-Finalist (“First Series Romance” and “Kimani Romance”). She’s a single mom to a beautiful, too-smart-for-her-own-good daughter, who makes her grateful for life daily. Her biggest dream is to someday live and write in Paris, France. Currently, she resides in Cleveland, Ohio, home of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame!


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Trask is a lust demon on the hunt for a playmate, a human exceptional enough to sate some of his ravenous hunger. When he finds Rena, he knows that she is the one he must have. He makes it his business to seduce her.

Rena is immediately drawn to Trask. She could easily fall for the dangerously sexy bad boy who makes her scream every time he makes her come, but the problem with bad boys is that they’re actually bad. They break girls’ hearts and hers has been broken too many times already. One more crack might shatter it forever.

Trask claims Rena for his own, but she needs more than just sizzling sex. She wants to trust him, but can they ever share anything more than lust?


Hello, and thanks so much for hosting me today!

I once read an article, in RT Book Reviews I believe, about all the various and important things that go on behind the scenes when creating a novel. Sadly, a novel just doesn’t pop out of the computer screen on demand. It takes time—sometimes lots of time. While all the inspiration and genius is happening, an author needs to sustain herself. Also, breaks. Lots and lots of breaks. To keep those creative juices flowing of course.

A Matter of Lust took me about four months to write. I am a slow writer. I admit it. It would seem appropriate that while writing about a lust demon, I might indulge in a few sinful activities of my own. During that time, I probably consumed my weight in chocolate three times over. But that’s just the least of it. Today, I’m going to share all that I devoured and the many ways I dawdled with while writing Trask and Rena’s story.

Be warned—it isn’t pretty.

Lisa’s List of Work Vices and Procrastinations

  • 1440 cups of coffee (4 months x 12 cups a day. This is an average of course. I generally drink more than 12 cups a day)
  • 6,432 “just two minutes!” breaks to check out what was going on Twitter
  • 114 miles of “walking around the block” when I was stuck and frustrated
  • 563 uses of the word pulse
  • 591 trips to the thesaurus to find synonyms for pulse
  • Double that number and multiply it by 14 to include thrust and throb and trembling
  • 72 bags of ranch flavored sunflower seeds (my pacifier since I quit smoking)
  • 41 packs of gum (another smoking substitution)
  • 16 dozen thumbprint cookies from my local bakery
  • 60 calls to my local restaurant delivery service because I couldn’t be bothered cooking or actually leaving my house to eat anything. Thank God they have a great selection
  • 836 different colorful metaphors shouted, mumbled and hissed
  • 9 bottles of champagne devoured in celebration and desperation
  • 7 hysterical emails to my friend and first reader agonizing over the title
  • 2,005 pictures of hot men perused to garner “inspiration”

I am doing edits right now on a sexy Quickie that takes place on Mardi Gras night which will be coming soon from Ellora’s Cave and I have a brand new vice for it: Brown Cow Maple yogurt.  That stuff is made of awesome and I can’t get enough of it.

Do you have a favorite vice or time waster? Let me know in the comments and win a copy of A Matter of Lust!




Ellora’s Cave: http://www.ellorascave.com/a-matter-of-lust.html

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/A-Matter-of-Lust-ebook/dp/B008G3GPAC/ref=la_B00474CVHA_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1341342950&sr=1-2

B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/a-matter-of-lust-lisa-fox/1111935947?ean=9781419940637


About the Author:

World-renowned neurosurgeon, jet fighter pilot, secret member of American royalty, seducer of legions of beautiful, outrageously sexy angels and demons and vampires and werewolves and the occasional pirate, Lisa Fox has done it all…in her own mind. In reality, she can generally be found at her desk with a cup of coffee close at hand. Or maybe a martini. It really depends on the day.

Feedback, comments, opinions, words of wisdom, chocolate cake and the addresses of super hot men are always appreciated and encouraged. Please feel free to contact Lisa any time.

Email: lisa@lisafoxromance.com

Website: http://www.lisafoxromance.com

Twitter: @LisaFoxRomance

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/LisaFoxRomance

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Four kinky and erotic BDSM tales from the smutty pen of Lucy Felthouse.

Balancing the Books
Philip’s a well off man, and doesn’t need a job. But when he sees the gorgeous owner of his local bookshop, he applies for the role that’s being advertised there immediately. He’s totally stricken by the stunning Giovanna, and when it turns out she wants to boss him around in a sexual sense as well as an employment sense, he has no intention of refusing.

Feeling the Heat
Taylor and Maisie’s car has broken down. Luckily, Taylor’s handy with engines and is working hard to get them back on the road. Unfortunately, Maisie is getting annoyed at the amount of time he’s spending in the garage and confronts him. Instead of arguing back, though, Taylor comes up with an ingenious plan to keep Maisie quiet.

The Perfect Dom
Part of Mia’s nightwear is a pair of hotpants with SPANK ME emblazoned across the arse. Normally, that wouldn’t be a problem, but when she forgets that she has a houseguest and heads to the kitchen for a drink, she’s shocked to find Alex in her living room. Immediately spotting what he sees as an invitation written across Mia’s bottom, Alex makes an offer and Mia soon discovers that he is, in fact, the perfect dom.

Meet Me at the Spanish Steps
Darby is working at a holiday camp on the outskirts of Rome and is getting along just fine, with the exception of her sex life. For various reasons, she’s not getting what she wants in the bedroom, and her tastes are very particular. She turns to the Internet to get what she needs, and when she discovers William, it seems that he’s more than willing—and capable—of scratching that particular itch.



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Today is release day for my sexy romantic thriller, DEADLY PURSUIT. Finally! I started this book five years ago, and it’s languished on my computer ever since. At the time I started writing it, I’d just landed my first agent with my spy novel, OPERATION SHEBA, but she was having trouble selling that story. She wanted something sexier, grittier, and very fast-paced.


So I watched Miami Vice reruns, NCIS episodes, Bad Boys and Bad Boys II. Sexy, gritty, and fast paced? Check, check, and check. With all that inspiration under my writer’s hat, I sat at my computer and came up with a taskforce that spanned FBI, DEA, CIA, Immigration, and a few other secretive government organizations just to add to the fun.


What – or who – emerged were dark, strong heroes who’d seen some pretty gruesome things in life. Their female counterparts were tough-as-nails heroines who’d risen through the ranks, earning the respect of these men working side-by-side. Oh, and then there were the vicious criminals looking to take them all down.


But when I submitted Deadly Pursuit (original title Fire With Fire) to my agent, she wrinkled her nose. “There are too many dead bodies,” she said, reminding me the book was supposed to be a romance. “Too much action and not enough romance. Your hero is too dark and too reserved.”


Deflated, I stopped writing this first story in the Southern California Violent Crimes (SCVC) series, and started a second. I tried to figure out how not to cross too far over the sexy, gritty line and end up in the “too dark and deadly camp”, but a few chapters in, a dead body showed up. My hero’s past had a definite dark side. My heroine, in an attempt to rescue a lost women, went down in a plane in the jungle. Uh, oh. Too much darkness, too many dead bodies, too much action.


I gave up on the series, tucking it away, and shortly after, my agent sold OPERATION SHEBA. I went on to sell more books in the super agent series and start a new series. From then on, there were always more books in the pipeline and no time to go back to the SCVC series.


A friend and critique partner who’d read the opening chapters and loved them asked me repeatedly over the years if I was ever going to finish Cooper and Celina’s story. I looked at it a couple of times, made notes on how to complete it, and tucked it away again. Every story has a *time* I believe…when the market, readers, and the author are all primed and ready for it.


Recently, USA introduced a new TV series called Graceland with a similar concept as my SCVC series. I hit the USA Today Bestseller list in June and that opened up new opportunities. One opportunity was being invited to join a like-minded group of authors in a boxed set. Did I have a romantic suspense novel that would fit the bill? The timing seemed perfect to pull out Cooper and Celina, dead bodies and all.


So tell me readers, do you like your romance with a side of action or your action with a side of romance? What’s the perfect balance for you? Three commenters will receive free ecopies of Deadly Pursuit!


Here’s the blurb and a short excerpt to introduce Cooper and the SCVC team with their sexy, action-packed world to you. Enjoy!



USA Today Bestselling Author Misty Evans writes the award-winning Super Agent series as well as urban fantasy and paranormal romance. She likes her coffee black, her conspiracy theories juicy, and her wicked characters dressed in couture. When her muse lets her on the internet to play, she’s on Facebook and Twitter. Read more about her stories at www.readmistyevans.com.





MistyEvans_DeadlyPursuit_800pxHer sting operation put a ruthless criminal in prison.


One year ago, rookie FBI agent Celina Davenport pulled off the ultimate undercover operation…she seduced Emilio Londano – the dangerous leader of the San Diego Mafia – and destroyed his illegal empire.


Now he’s escaped and looking for revenge.


When Londano escapes a maximum security prison and begins picking off Celina’s friends and coworkers, everyone she knows becomes a target. Including DEA agent Cooper Harris, the man who once broke her heart and is now assigned to be her bodyguard.


How far will they go to stop him?


Cooper and Celina must risk their careers – and their hearts –to turn the table on their pursuer. But will their past, with its forbidden passions and impulsive choices, put them directly in his crosshairs?





The dress Celina was wearing was Marc Jacobs, a gorgeous flesh-pink silk and gauze combination with a beaded halter that showed off every inch of her assets to full advantage. When she’d met Emilio at the door of her apartment, he’d been speechless for the first time since she’d met him. Speechless was good.

She hoped Cooper would be speechless when he saw her too.

The first part of her plan a success at the apartment, she’d kept the distaste off her face and smiled as Emilio twirled her around, ogling every inch of her body. It had worked. He did not have his security goon search her, either because he was so enthralled with the merchandise that his mind went blank, or he was sure she wasn’t anything other than a beautiful woman in a slip of a dress who would finally share his bed tonight.

His mistake. The microphone she wore was a cordless number she’d sewn behind the large jewel centered at the cusp of her cleavage. The transmitter, a small, square, plastic box, was tucked into the left cup of her bra. Off-balanced breasts would have been too noticeable in the dress, so she’d sewn a thick layer of Kleenex between the fabric and the lining of the other cup to even things out.

Which did a great job of hefting her boobs into outer space.

“Oh, look at the sky.” Celina tilted her head to look through the open moon roof. “Let’s stop at the boardwalk and go down to the beach.”

Emilio frowned before looking back at the road. “It’s late. Too late. Parking anywhere along here—” he waved his hand at the empty parking lane next to the concrete sidewalks “—will get my car towed. Let’s go back to my place.”

“Please,” Celina begged. She shifted her pleading eyes to his face and again brushed her boobilicious upper body against his. “A walk on the beach would be the perfect ending to this night.”

She scooted as close to him as the car seats allowed and mentally morphed him into her fantasy man before she ran her right hand around his stomach. Her fingers touched leather. Gun holster. One that held a mean Glock.

Nothing like reality to interrupt her fantasy.

Sliding her fingers under the gun, she gave him a small hug and resuscitated the image of Cooper. Sexy, serious. Beast in the urban slang so widely used in the surf shops and outdoor restaurants she frequented when not on duty. She’d started calling him that behind his back, and the other taskforce members had picked it up. Cooper hated it. She loved that he hated it. He was no beast. In fact, he was two hundred and thirty pounds of sexy. And she wanted to be his Beauty.

Probably a lot of women in the DEA, FBI, and CIA had their own particular fantasies about him. Women all over Southern Cal as well. Too bad for them, she played hard and never gave up. He’d be hers. And soon.

While Cooper and Emilio were at opposite ends of the spectrum, running her fantasy-man mental movie always worked when she had to deal with Emilio. That particular mind game was the only thing that had kept her seduction act even close to believable the past few weeks.

She placed a soft kiss on Emilio’s neck, still pretending he was Cooper. Which took a superior imagination. “One of your men could drive the car around for a few minutes while we walk the beach.” She nipped the lobe of his ear. “If you’re scared of getting towed.”

Emilio’s two bodyguards were behind them in a black SUV. They were characteristically big, bad and ugly. To arrest Emilio without endangering anyone, Celina had to ditch them and get him totally alone. If one bodyguard had to drive their vehicle and one had to drive the Porsche, she’d have Emilio all to herself.

The key to success. Easy on paper. Hard in reality.

Time for the big guns. Or boobs, in this case.

“The night is dark and the beach is unlit,” she said softly. Emilio leaned toward her and she teased his lips with hers as she spoke. “The rocky walls and concrete boardwalks will hide us. You don’t need your security detail.”

She switched her lips to his earlobe, and still envisioning Cooper, she whispered, “You’ll love this dress even more when it’s wet.”

That sealed it. Emilio’s hand came off the gear stick and grabbed her by the back of the head. He drew her to him, bringing his mouth down on hers even as he drove the car.

Forcing herself not to recoil, Celina shifted her imagination into high gear. It was Cooper whose tongue was now in her mouth. Cooper holding her captive while they sped down the road ten miles over the speed limit, playing a dangerous game of make-out roulette.

She forced herself to return Emilio’s ardor with her own.


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TheBargainCoverTomboy Shannon Mahoney has always been a lot more comfortable with things like power tools than she is with high heels or lipstick, and she often wishes she could reinvent herself and finally tell her perfect boss, Drew Kingston, that she has had a crush on him since high school.  But she is just as tongue tied and awkward around him now as she ever was, and long-familiar patterns are hard things from which to break free…

Until one day Drew’s estranged older brother Michael comes to town, bringing with him a surprising opportunity for Shannon.

Ladies’ man Michael is a former bad boy looking for redemption.  He is desperate to atone for past mistakes that he made with his family, but younger brother Drew has cut him out of his life and refuses to even speak to him.  Which means Michael needs help getting to Drew.

And so he approaches Shannon with a proposition:  if she will get Drew to agree to hear him out, Michael will mentor Shannon in how to win his brother’s heart.  Suspicious of Michael’s motives, Shannon initially enters into the bargain just to make sure Michael isn’t actually in town to cause trouble for Drew, but the two unlikely allies are surprised to discover that despite butting heads at first, they are beginning to enjoy each other’s company far more than either of them expected.

And Shannon starts to realize that maybe love isn’t about reinventing yourself after all.  It’s about finding your perfect match.


Isn’t It Romantic—Or…Could It Be the Death of You?

            You might think that, as someone who writes romances, I would be prone to seeing opportunities for romance all around me in real life, too.  And I am…to a certain extent.  Problem is, I also like to write things like suspense and even the occasional sinister ghost story.  Which means I have just as great a tendency to see the potential for harm in even the most innocent of situations.

What can I say?  I’m an author.  We’re a disturbed people.

So it makes it hard for me to plan elaborate romantic scenarios for my husband and me even though—in theory—I think date night is a wonderful idea.  Maybe you do, too.  If so, I feel it is my solemn duty to make you aware of some potential pitfalls you may not have anticipated.  Consider these examples:


  • Go for a horse and carriage ride through the park.  Surely you’re joking.  Didn’t you see that Seinfeld episode?  If you have no idea what I’m talking about, Google it, please.  For your own protection.
  • Pass secret love notes in the library.  Very romantic—until your love notes inadvertently get intercepted either by a militant librarian who shames you in front of the whole library…or by a secret government operative who mistakes your love-talk for an enemy agent’s code.  Hey, it could happen.
  • Take a leisurely stroll through the woods, hand-in-hand.  According to modern cinema, this is every axe murderer’s dream scenario.  At least promise me you’ll bring pepper spray.  Or a taser.
  • Meander along back roads without any particular destination in mind.  Uh huh.  Then your GPS breaks down, your car gets a flat tire, and three days later Search and Rescue workers find you and your sweetie battling it out over who gets to gorge themselves on that lone Tic Tac you discovered in the back of the glove compartment.  Few relationships survive this kind of thing.
  • Share an ice cream cone on a scorching summer day.  Certain people may be a tad possessive over their ice cream cones and turn feral if anyone else tries to take a bite.  My husband has the scars to prove it.
  • Go for a midnight swim in a lake.  Nothing good EVER lives at the bottom of a lake.  Don’t you ever go to the movies?
  • Go singing/dancing in the rain.  Concerned onlookers will likely call 911, and police will gently escort you to the psychiatric ward of the nearest hospital.
  • Walk barefoot in the park.  Um…not everybody cleans up after their dogs when they walk them, you know.
  • Kidnap your special someone from work.  A coworker gets the wrong idea, makes a call, and WHAMO!—a SWAT team tackles you in the parking lot.
  • Sign up for a sculpting class together.  Sure it was romantic in Ghost.  But it didn’t turn out so well in Naked Gun, did it?  And who’s going to clean up the mess, I ask you?  Who?


I hope these examples have given you reason to think twice before diving willy-nilly into something reckless like a moonlit picnic or any other hazardous activities with your special someone.  Take my advice:  just stay in, curl up on the couch together, and read a good book.  Like, say…The Bargain, a delightful contemporary romance featuring a socially-awkward tomboy and the reformed ladies’ man she just might sweep off his feet.  No, really, it’s delightful.  My mother said so.

And in the meantime…let’s all be very careful out there.


About the author:

E15Christine S. Feldman writes both novels and feature-length screenplays, and, to her great delight, she has placed in screenwriting competitions on both coasts—and has even won a couple of them.  In 2012 one of her screenplays was featured as a staged reading in New York City at the Gotham Screen International Film Festival, and later that same year she signed her first publishing contract for her debut novel, Coming Home, with a second one to follow this summer.  When she is not writing, she is teaching kindergarten, puttering around in her garden, ballroom dancing with her husband, or doing research for her next project.  Please visit her at her website http://christinesfeldman.com or on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/ChristineSFeldman.



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JPEG - Rancher to the RescueDamsel in a wedding dress!

Jilted at the altar, celebrity chef Meghan Finnegan flees the scene–and the baying press–only to run straight into the muscled torso of Cash Sullivan.

The former rodeo champion knows what it’s like to have your life crumble in the spotlight, so he offers Meghan a place to lie low at his ranch.

Fresh air, no paparazzi and the brooding rancher’s lazy smile are making Meghan not want to leave her sanctuary. But she and her unborn baby can’t stay here forever…can they?



I love Romantic Comedies. New, old, it doesn’t really matter. I love to smile, laugh and get drawn in with the hope that the hero and heroine will find their happily-ever-after. I suppose that’s the reason I came up with the idea for RANCHER TO THE RESCUE. A celebrity bride on the run. A rancher with a scandalous past. Toss in the paparazzi and you’ve got the makings for some non-stop action. 😉

Which got me thinking about my favorite Rom-Com’s. So in David Letterman fashion, here’s Jennifer Faye’s Top Ten Favorite Romantic Comedies:

  1. Made of Honor
  2. Definitely, Maybe
  3. The Proposal
  4. Valentine’s Day
  5. While You Were Sleeping
  6. Notting Hill
  7. Pretty Woman
  8. Sweet Home Alabama
  9. Runaway Bride


And now for my all-time favorite romantic comedy….


  1. P.S. I Love You


Now it’s your turn…What’s your favorite rom-com?


Read an excerpt from RANCHER TO THE RESCUE:


“Meg!” Cash turned in a circle. “Meg, where are you?” At last he spotted her, on the other side of the road. She gathered up her dirty dress and rushed across the road. “What in the world were you doing?”

“I thought if any passing vehicles had taken notice of you dropping a bride off on the side of the road, it might be wiser if I moved to another location.”

It seemed as though her nerves had settled and left her making reasonable decisions. “Good thinking. Sorry it took me a bit to get back here. Picking up my grandmother took me longer than I anticipated—”

“Cash, who are you talking to?” Gram hollered from inside the truck.

“Don’t worry,” he said, “that’s my grandmother. Your number-one fan.”

“Really? She watches my show?”

“Don’t sound so surprised. From what Gram says, you’ve gained quite a loyal following.”

“I suppose I have. That’s why the network’s considering taking the show national.”

So she was a rising television star. Maybe Harold hadn’t been up for sharing the spotlight? Cash liked the idea of Meg being more successful and popular than a man who played up the part of an injured party to gain public sympathy.

“Cash, do you hear me?” Gram yelled, her voice growing irritated.

“We’d better not keep her waiting,” he said. “If she gets it in her mind to climb out of that truck without assistance I’m afraid she’ll get hurt.”

Meg walked beside him. “Your truck could use a stepladder to get into.”

“When I bought it my intent was to haul a horse trailer, not to have beautiful women using it as a taxi service.”

He noticed how splotches of pink bloomed in her cheeks. He found he enjoyed making her blush. Obviously Harold, the stuffed shirt, hadn’t bothered to lather her with compliments. No wonder she’d left him.

“Before I forget, here’s your phone.” She placed it in his outstretched hand. “I hope you don’t mind but I called my family.”

“No problem.” He knew if she were his sister or daughter he’d be worried. Turning his attention to his grandmother, he said, “Meg, this is my grandmother—Martha Sullivan. Gram, this is—”

“The Jiffy Cook,” Gram interjected. Her thin lips pursed together. Behind her wire-rimmed glasses her gaze darted between him and Meg. “You stole the bride. Cash, how could you?”



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Jennifer - Author PhotoJennifer Faye has spent most of her life with her nose in one book or another. It was only natural that she dreamed of becoming a romance writer and spinning the tales of the imaginary people running around in her mind. But first life took her on a couple of detours. Refusing to give up on her dreams, she finally succeeded in getting her name on a book cover. She currently resides in Pennsylvania with her very, very patient husband, one amazing daughter (the other remarkable daughter has flown the coop to chase her own dreams) and two spoiled rotten cats. When she’s not glued to her laptop writing another contemporary romance (which isn’t often) or enjoying some family time, she loves to get lost in a good book, cross-stitch, embroider, quilt, knit, watch hockey (go Pittsburgh Penguins!), and garden.

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dirtylittlefreaks_msr1-182x300Valkyrie’s Vow, Book Two

Valkyries have just three rules:

1. Claim your charge.

2. Deliver said charge.

3. Make a clean exit.

Such easy rules to follow—and even easier to break.

When Swan dawdles on the job, it leads to some hot ’n’ heavy fun with two sexy Spartans. And there could be a lot more…if a meddling sibling, a mad Valkyrie and a few animated corpses don’t ruin the mood.

Inside Scoop:  Dirty Little Freaks is for male/male-loving ménage fans who like their men built like warriors and their women tough enough to take on two at a time.




The man’s face was young and soft and sweet. His bright eyes were the prettiest light shade of hazel she’d ever seen. His lips were still red from the abuse of the other man’s cock. Oh, what she could do with him…

He tried to lift her into a sitting position but she felt stiff. Swan grasped his shoulder. What the hell had happened to her? She was already dead. She shouldn’t be experiencing pain like this.

Damn, she wished her body were in the same space as her head. Her head knew its job. She should be helping them through their death and rebirth. Instead she felt as if it were her own. As a Valkyrie, only a God or another of her kind could inflict this kind of damage. But that was not possible. Gods wouldn’t bother and no other Valkyrie had been on that battlefield, but something had felt…off right before the injury and the jump. Whatever that feeling was must be why the wound was taking so long to heal.

Time was of the essence. Swan needed to forget her own pain and worry over her charges. The two naked, beautiful charges.

“Theron. Be gentle.”

Theron. Huh. Pretty name to match pretty eyes. The other man followed him from the pool and poured something from a pottery vessel into a cup.

“I wouldn’t hurt our wife.”

“Wife?” Swan managed to squeak out.

“I am Marcus.” The dark one put the edge of the cup to her lips. “Drink.”

For some strange reason, the sexy tone of his order did even more damage to her already frayed nerves. She took a deep gulp. Wine. Good. She needed that. Well, not really needed, but it tasted good and in large enough quantities, it might settle her nerves.

He moved again, stepping closer, not the slightest bit embarrassed by his nakedness. His junk was hanging close enough for Swan to reach out and grab. And her fingers itched to do just that.

After she took a couple more sips, he gave her a small smile. “I would guess you know who we are.”

“Um…” She glanced between the two. Theron, light in color and expression, and Marcus, dark in skin tone, hair and power. A more domineering being she had never jumped with.

His mark was no longer glowing, but she already knew Marcus was a Traveler. He would make his way through a hundred lifetimes, becoming more and more powerful until he joined with the Gods, becoming one of them.

She’d only seen one other Traveler. That otherness about him made Swan want Marcus even more than she had when she’d first spotted him on the battlefield. Not often did a Valkyrie get to rub up against a being like this. Much less get the time to play with one.

The Gods lived in Asgard, though Swan rarely got a glimpse of them. Each had a unique gift strong enough to affect the course of humanity, but they used them very seldom. Odin didn’t like it when things changed too quickly.

Swan had met and been close enough to Tron to touch his silvery skin once. He was the God of Knowledge. Against Odin’s wishes, he’d been responsible for changing history on many occasions. He liked to gift individuals with ideas. Often those ideas took off and became technologies that altered the world. He’d been responsible for the wheel, electricity and microchips. He was also strong and beautiful and hard to resist.

She wondered how many lives Marcus had already lived. Swan felt that same kind of pull toward him as she had to Tron. But here, in this time, Marcus wanted her as well. Once he was a God, he would look down on the limited powers of the Valkyrie. They were thought of as Odin’s toys by the other Gods.

Theron, who was acting as her brace, pulled her hair over her shoulders, out of the way. “Wifely duties are nothing for you to be worried about at the moment. Right now, we’ll take care of you.” He and Marcus exchanged a look before Marcus scooped Swan into his arms as if she were a waif. She was not. She was tall and buxom, yet she was being carried away with no effort.

He walked straight into the pool. The warm water engulfed her, making her skin tingle and her body relax. Thank Odin the last thing she’d thought of before removing her charges from the battlefield was getting her Roman soldiers to the Roman baths. But that reminded her of how her power had faltered exactly when she’d needed it. That was new. Must’ve been from the injury.

When she wasn’t being held in warm water by a naked soon-to-be God, she’d think harder on that.


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