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I can’t believe it’s here! The third book in my four book series—the McCauley Brothers—has arrived.

Ruining Mr. Perfect introduces two of my favorite characters in the series. (Okay, yes, I love them all. But I have to admit Cam and Vanessa were truly made for each other.) They’re two brainy people who need each other more than they know. Cameron is the square peg in a family full of round holes. He’s a financier, the odd duck not following in his father’s and brothers’ blue-collar tradition.

Vanessa is a brainy CPA, a perfectionist who knows her worth…or does she? When it comes to numbers and her job, she knows she’s amazing. She’s pretty, intelligent, and in great shape. But she’s hopeless when it comes to meaningful interpersonal relationships—especially with men.

Cameron makes her feel things she’s not used to. And she wants things to work between them, even though she knows their relationship will probably end before it starts.

This book was so much fun to write. I got to revisit the brothers and their respective loves from the previous two books. But this story belongs to Cam and Vanessa… and to Cam’s parents, who’ve been building to some tough decisions.

For me, the magic of the McCauleys is in the way they love each other, tease each other, and sometimes annoy the heck out of each other. They’re family in all the ways that matter. And the same with the heroine and her family—Maddie and Abby, her roommates (though Maddie is also a blood relation.) They share, as much as Vanessa can, and love each other. Through thick and thin, they stick. We get a peek at why Vanessa is the way she is, and that there’s so much more to her under the surface. And we get to see that Cam isn’t as happy being different as he lets on.

Take a peek at Ruining Mr. Perfect, and happy reading!


Ten minutes later, Colin sat fat and happy with her and the girls as they watched an old Godzilla movie. It was as if the corner had never happened. Man, to be that young and innocent. But innocent was a relative term. Vanessa had once been six, but she’d never been so carefree. She’d never eaten cookies with her parents or watched television with them. Not unless the program could be classified as educational.

“So who’s our green lizard fighting?” Maddie asked as she munched on processed popcorn. “Mega-somebody?”

“Not Mothra, I don’t think.” Abby frowned. “Megaguirus, maybe?”

Vanessa cringed. “That you even know which monsters he fights is a bit frightening.”

“You’re so smart, Abby.” Colin continued to consume sugar at a frightening rate. But since Vanessa would soon be returning him to Mike, and the kid had owned up to his issues, she figured he deserved it.

“Yeah, smart at B-movies and how to handle blondes—myself excluded.” Vanessa smirked.

Abby stuck up her hand and peeled down all her fingers but the middle one, then put her hand back before Colin observed the profane gesture.

“Crude but effective. On that note, I’m getting something to eat. How you guys can shovel that crap in your mouths is beyond me.”

“Everything is ‘beyond you,’” Maddie muttered. “Including fun.”

“I heard that.”

Colin laughed with the others.

Vanessa laughed with them as she walked away, but deep down she had to wonder if Maddie was right. So many people saw her as this robotic, cold woman. Just because she enjoyed something as dry as accounting and didn’t take shit from losers, she was labeled the un-fun roommate. Well, numbers didn’t lie. Numbers delivered the same thing to everyone. No playing favorites, no changing rules. Once you had a formula, it stuck and made sense.

She’d spent enough time with her cousins to know that her parents had borderline personality disorders. Neither of them could tell her they loved her, if they felt it at all. She’d never hurt for food or a roof over her head, but their affection they doled only on their studies. Geniuses in their respective fields of mathematical and physical research, yet complete dumbasses when it came to celebrating a birthday, holiday, or kissing a boo-boo.

Fortunately, Vanessa had grandparents and cousins, and good old Aunt Michelle—Maddie’s mom—who loved to hug and kiss and play the doting aunt. Still, life with her parents had taken its toll. While Vanessa knew why she at times behaved too rationally or emotionlessly, she was helpless to stop being herself.

A flaw.

More truth. Sometimes she hated her overwhelming need to be honest with everyone.

As she rummaged in the cabinet for her organically grown corn kernels and oil for popping, the backdoor rattled. She turned to see Cameron’s face in the window, and her heart raced.

Exhaling a long breath, she forced herself to be calm and crossed to unlock the door. “Yes?”

It was either move back or be walked over, so she stepped back while he entered and shut the door behind him.

“Just checking on the little guy,” Cam said in a low voice. “Mike can be such a hoverer—”

“Where’s the boy?” Mike asked from behind him.

She pointed to the hallway. “Living room.”

Mike left, and she and Cameron stared after him. Mike returned moments later, gave Vanessa a nod and a grunt—of approval?—and left.

“Told you he’s mental about the kid,” Cam reiterated.

She frowned. “Did he really need to check on me? What? He thought I might beat Colin for taking my candy?”

“Nah. I kind of hinted he might want to see what you guys were up to so I could come with him. To see you.” Cameron smiled at her.

How she’d ever called him average with a straight face, she didn’t know. The man was her every fantasy made flesh. A great body, handsome face, and amazing mind. And God, he could kiss. As much as she wished she didn’t continually replay their embrace, she hadn’t forgotten that kiss at Christmas.

“Oh?” Damn, she sounded out of breath.

Cameron stalked her until she realized he’d backed her into a corner of the kitchen, away from the view from the hallway.


He planted his hands on either side of her on the counter. What the hell?

“The guys are on break while we order pizza. The crap kind from a chain.” He sighed. “What can you do?” He glanced at her popcorn and grinned. “Oh, that’s my favorite. Just a bit of oil and it pops up a storm.” He looked back at her mouth. “Great taste.” Pause. “I just came over to say what a good job you did being firm with Colin.”

“Ah, okay.”

He moved in closer.

“Cameron?” she squeaked on a whisper, for some odd reason not wanting the others to know he was here with her.

“Your lips are so red. So pretty. Do you wear lipstick?” He leaned in and kissed her before she could answer or even think to refuse.

Vanessa stood still, letting him control the kiss, his lips soft yet firm, his tongue sipping then penetrating slowly. No rush, but a leisurely exploration that turned her knees to jelly.

He moaned low in his throat and deepened the kiss. Not enough to overpower her, but enough that she felt a raging lust to wrap her legs around him and hold on until the storm passed.

Instead she remained frozen, her hands gravitating to his waist, her mouth under his.

He eased back. His blue eyes looked cloudy, his lips slick from their kiss. He smiled, and the curl of that grin shook her foundation, made her want with a passion that shocked her.

Ruining Mr. Perfect









MH3-cropped200Caffeine addict, boy referee, and romance aficionado, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Marie Harte has over 100 books published with more constantly on the way. She’s a confessed bibliophile and devotee of action movies. Whether hiking in Central Oregon, biking around town, or hanging at the local tea shop, she’s constantly plotting to give everyone a happily ever after. Visit http://marieharte.com and fall in love.




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image002In Bed with a Rogue

By Samantha Grace

Soucebooks Casablanca

Historical Romance

September 2, 2014

ISBN: 9781402286612


Mass-Market Paperback


He’s the Talk of the Town

The whole town is tittering about Baron Sebastian Thorne having been jilted at the altar. Every move he makes ends up in the gossip columns. Tired of being the butt of everyone’s jokes, Sebastian vows to restore his family’s reputation no matter what it takes.


She’s the Toast of the Ton

Feted by the crème of society, the beautiful widow Lady Prestwick is a vision of all that is proper. But Helena is no angel, and when Sebastian uncovers her dark secret, he’s quick to press his advantage. In order to keep her hard-won good name, Helen will have to make a deal with the devil. But she’s got some tricks up her sleeves to keep this notorious rogue on his toes…





Historical romance author Samantha Grace discovered the appeal of a great love story when she was just a young girl, thanks to Disney’s Robin Hood. She didn’t care that Robin Hood and Maid Marian were cartoon animals. It was her first happily-ever-after experience and she didn’t want the warm fuzzies to end. Now Samantha enjoys creating her own happy-endings for characters that spring from her imagination. Publishers Weekly describes her stories as “fresh and romantic” with subtle humor and charm. Samantha describes romance writing as the best job ever.



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The six Samantha Grace books include:

  • Miss Hillary Schools a Scoundrel
  • Lady Amelia’s Mess and a Half
  • Miss Lavigne’s Little White Lie
  • Lady Vivian Defies a Duke
  • One Rogue Too Many
  • In Bed with a Rogue

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It’s lust at first sight when Brody Singer first lays eyes on Abby Dunn. The dark-haired beauty looks a lot like a woman he once knew, who died years ago. At first Brody fears his attraction is a holdover from that secret crush, but Abby’s definitely different. She’s a lot shyer, a lot sexier and, despite her attempts to dissuade his interest, absolutely mesmerizing.

Abby isn’t having it. She’s still trying to put her last disastrous relationship behind her and overcome the flaws her ex wouldn’t let her forget. But somehow Brody isn’t getting the hint. It doesn’t help that when writing her steamy novels, she keeps casting Brody as the hero.

Brody is more than happy to serve as her muse and eager to help make sure her “research” is authentic. But when their research turns into something real…will she choose her own happily ever after?


How I Handled My Heartbreaker


With the first book already turned in to my editor, contracts had been signed for the entire McCauley Brothers series. I owed three more books. Dwelling on a huge amount of work to write three more contemporary romances having the same pacing, sexual tension and humor, I had more than a few sleepless nights. But I find that the easiest way to finish a project is to take it on in small chunks. A few chapters at a time I finished Brody’s story—How to Handle a Heartbreaker. And the other two followed quite nicely.


I wrote Heartbreaker two years after book one, The Troublemaker Next Door. Getting the characters right was easy. They still felt real after so much time, because I’d built them from top to bottom when writing the first book. I knew them, inside and out. And Sourcebooks really nailed the title, because it’s so appropriate. Brody is a heartbreaker, no question.


Normally in my romances, I like my happily-ever-afters clean. I dislike annoying heroines with little backbone, and too much angst in a story is a total turn off. I like sexy entertainment that’s moving but not so emotional you need a box of tissues handy to stem continual tears. But when writing this story about real characters, some angst slipped in. And the characters are much less than perfect.


There’s a certain charm to family. Pretty or ugly, it is what it is. The McCauleys charmed me the moment they came into being. Four hunky brothers bound by blood and affection. They’re tight and would do anything for one another. But none of them are perfect. The patriarch and matriarch are having issues. The guys seem to shy from committed relationships, and the youngest McCauley is a conniving six year old charmer who has the neighbors convinced that at the rate he’s headed, juvie can’t be far behind.


Enter Brody Singer, the unofficially adopted McCauley. Taken in by the McCauleys when he was just a little boy, he quickly became an integral part of the family. But Brody has issues that no amount of ignoring the past can cover. His biological family returns, and his past rears its ugly head.


While that made for great drama and more than a few tears, I admit, it was seeing how Brody triumphed that made the story sing for me. That, and how Abby meets him more than halfway. She’s just like many women I know—self-conscious about her looks, stuck on who she thinks she needs to be instead of who she should be, and wishing for a soul-deep love. Abby really learns and grows in the story, and her vulnerabilities make her stronger.


Then there’s Mutt, a huge, hairy, kind of ugly stray Brody rescued from the pound. Mutt is stubborn, doesn’t listen to Brody, and generally makes a mess wherever he goes. Yet he’s that lovable innocent that deserves so much more, and during this story, we get to see how Mutt fits into the McCauley clan, and how he and Brody are actually a lot alike—to the amusement of Abby.


Brody is a heartbreaker for sure, but I handled the sexy, charming cardsharp by pairing him with a family who loves him and a woman who won’t tolerate less than everything he has to give. And that’s how I chose to write the happy ending for the blond McCauley.


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MH3-cropped200Caffeine addict, boy referee, and romance aficionado, NY Times and USA Today bestselling author Marie Harte has over 100 books published with more constantly on the way. She’s a confessed bibliophile and devotee of action movies. Whether hiking in Central Oregon, biking around town, or hanging at the local tea shop, she’s constantly plotting to give everyone a happily ever after. Visit http://marieharte.com and fall in love.




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The End of the Wicked…Warrens

From secretly watching a sexy man flaunt his assets to a charming southern boy needing a strong woman to keep him in check, the Wicked Warrens started out with a bang and ended up with fireworks.

Five books in, I’ve come to the end of a charming group of heroes and heroines with Bending the Rules. The Warren brothers love their mother. They’re close, and they give each other a hard time when needed, or because it’s just plain fun. Three books and three happy endings later, the series should have been done. But two more men popped up out of nowhere. A rival for one of the heroine’s affections stayed with me, as did another heroine’s best friend. Getting Faith and Brian together was magic (Making the Grade). And then when the series—again—should have been done, Brian’s best friend Rex, that kinky devil, appeared.

Rex Samson is a smart-mouthed southern boy with a kink to be dominated. I’d never written a submissive hero before, and I had so much fun with Rex. He’s strong when it counts, loves pleasing women and men, but gets an extra kick out of following a woman’s orders. He’s no pushover, and he certainly knows what to do between the sheets. But it takes a strong woman to rein him in in the bedroom. Enter Nat Wielder, a tough-as-nails city planner with no time for nonsense or rich playboys. Rex more than has his work cut out for him convincing Nat he’s just what she needs.


To celebrate the end of the series, I’m giving away the first three Wicked Warrens books—Enjoying the Show, Closing the Deal, and Raising the Bar—to one lucky winner. Simply comment here to be entered to win, and thanks for sharing in my series.




Wicked Warrens book 5

A little southern charm, and a Yes, Mistress, goes a long way

Rex Samson is at the top of his game. His business is booming, his family loves him, and there’s not a woman—or man—he can’t charm. Until he meets Natalie Wielder, a tough-as-nails city planner who doesn’t fall at his feet. She’s firm, sexy, and exactly what he needs. A woman to put him in his place.

Nat has better things to do than play with the mayor’s golden boy, but orders are orders, and she accompanies him to a mandatory social function. To her shock, she thoroughly enjoys herself…and breaks rule number one—No dating the enemy.

Rex is charming, sexy, and fun to be around. Even a brief encounter with a sexy stranger can’t put her off memories of Rex’s smile. Except her sexy stranger and Rex turn out to be the same man. Now her secrets are exposed, his are shockingly arousing, and her policy on not mixing business and pleasure—rule number two—has gone by the wayside.

What else can she do but say yes when Rex has no problem letting her take the lead in bed? Before long, she knows she can’t live without him. But Rex’s kinky proclivities mirror hers—neither of which are good for her career. Loving him might mean losing what she’s worked so hard to attain. But soon she’ll have to figure out what’s important in life. Her rules, or love?

Warning: Contains a successful, carefree hedonist who wants to be dominated, and a sexy, career-minded vixen who is more than willing to oblige. Not one drop of vanilla in sight. Enjoy!

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AuthorPic200x274(1)Caffeine addict, boy referee, and romance aficionado, USA Today bestselling author Marie Harte has over 100 books published with more constantly on the way. She’s a confessed bibliophile and devotee of action movies. Whether hiking in Central Oregon, biking around town, or hanging at the local tea shop, she’s constantly plotting to give everyone a happily ever after. Visit http://marieharte.com and fall in love.





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It’s official! The Troublemaker Next Door releases today, and I couldn’t be happier.

You have Maddie, a woman having the mother of all bad days—her boss sexually harassed her, and her lukewarm boyfriend decided to ditch their relationship. Just when she thinks life couldn’t get any worse, she meets the poster boy for a man-of-the-month calendar—Flynn McCauley.

Flynn is a plumber. His isn’t a sexy job, but he gets a lot of repeat business due to his work ethic, skill, bright green eyes and sexy grin. He’s one of four brothers, and when not giving the others a hard time about, well, everything, he’s much in demand with the ladies. But not only is Flynn a great guy, he’s a terrific uncle, family man, and hell on wheels between the sheets.

Maddie finds herself drawn to him, but she’ll only settle for a casual relationship—with benefits. Or so she keeps telling herself as she falls deeper under his spell.

Casual works for Flynn. Until it doesn’t work for Flynn, because the feisty redhead is all he wants in a woman. It’ll take some smooth moves to work his way into her heart. That’s if he can get past her wary reserve, and she can realize how much she loves him and let go of the past.

Here’s an excerpt from The Troublemaker Next Door:


“Oh man, I’m really sorry.” Abby apologized for the fourth time in as many seconds.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. Sounds like your friend had the mother of all bad days.” Flynn still had a hard time catching his breath.


Had Mike said the women were hot? He was out of his celibate mind. Abby had cute down to a science, and that resemblance to Lea which kind of freaked him out. But Maddie? She of the long legs, killer rack, and sultry face? Sultry, a word he’d never used to describe a woman. But damn, it fit. She wasn’t pretty or cute, but with full lips, that flush on her cheeks, and those direct, man-hating eyes so dark they looked like never-ending night, the woman had a knockout punch he still hadn’t recovered from.


“Maddie can be a little dramatic, but she had cause.” Abby picked up her friend’s purse and shoes and put them on the desk next to her computer.


It suddenly struck Flynn that in all the time he’d been standing there listening to Maddie, he hadn’t noticed that the women had turned his mother’s idea of a sitting room into an office.


French doors off the smaller room gave it a bigger feel, and the hardwoods had been covered with a Persian rug in dark red accents. Dark red, reminding him of Maddie’s hair. Man, he had a thing for redheads. All that temper… he could only imagine what she’d be like in bed.




“Sorry. Hey, you want me to go down to her boss’s office and pound some sense into him?”


She blinked. “Probably not a good idea unless you want a lawsuit. Fred Hampton has a lot of money.”


He shrugged. “That’s okay. I know a lot of people who’d back me up. Heck, my nephew would alibi me with no problem. I’ll go kick this Fred guy’s ass, and we’ll all pretend I was here fixing your sink while Colin watched me the whole time. Kid has the face of angel but can lie like a champ.” Was it bad he sounded like he was bragging? Though the thought of beating the shit out of Maddie’s boss had real appeal. Who the hell treated a woman like that but real scum?


“Nice offer. I’ll pass it on to Maddie when she’s in a better mood. Now, about the sink, how much do I owe you for parts or labor or whatever?”


He shook his head. “Your landlord should have handled this when the problem first happened.” He made a mental note to talk to his mom and dad after he chewed out Mike.


“It’s not their fault. I kind of dragged my feet to get it fixed. Vanessa usually handles the house issues, but she’s been busy at work lately.”


“Please tell me she doesn’t work with Maddie.” He liked saying her name. Short for Madison? Madeleine? He’d have to find out.


Abby snorted. “No way. Vanessa is an accountant. Very cut and dry. The woman means business when it comes to numbers. You need a good person to do your taxes, you should call her.”


“I would if I didn’t make my little brother, I mean, if my little brother hadn’t already offered to take care of them for me.”


She laughed and walked with him to the kitchen to grab his tools. “I have two sisters. They can be a handful. At least mine live on the East Coast.”


“Lucky you.” Cameron was such a snot. Thought he knew everything when it came to financial planning. From what little Flynn knew, his brother did, but it didn’t help Cam’s already huge ego to point that out. “If you need anything else, let me know.” He fished a business card out of his back pocket.


“You really are a plumber.” Her surprise disgruntled him, and she must have seen it, because she blushed. “I know you said you were, but I thought that might have been a little brotherly competition. As in, you’re better at plumbing than he is. And besides, you don’t look anything like our old neighborhood plumber. He was an older man with a big belly and that problem men get with their pants when they bend over.”


It took him a minute. “Ah. Crack, the nonaddictive kind. The pants too low for you?”


She shuddered. “Way too low.” So much for thinking the woman was shy. “But yours seem okay. Forgive me for making generalizations.”


She walked him to the front door.


“No problem. But if you want, I could wear my pants really low for you the next time your sink clogs.”


She winked. “Sounds good to me.”


She shut the door behind him, and he heard her faint chuckle. He decided he liked Abby Dunn. Her roommate, on the other hand… That redhead he had no intention of leaving alone. Now that he thought about it, his mother wasn’t exactly being neighborly by not inviting her new tenants over for a summer barbecue. He’d have to rectify that, but not until he had a few words with Mike. What had he been thinking to leave a houseful of women like that all alone? God knew what Vanessa looked like. Flynn had a sudden image of the three roommates scrapping around in a ring throwing Jell-O at one another, Maddie leading the match, and hustled back to his brother to yell at him.

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A Major Attraction, the first in the Good to Go trilogy

U.S. Marine Major Kyle Waters has recently returned home after months at sea. He desperately wants some well-deserved rest, but his pleasant dreams turn from downright sinful into a nightmare when he wakes up, his arms full of a deliciously naked and thoroughly panicked Olivia Cava—the woman he’s been fantasizing about for months.

Kyle’s scheming ex-girlfriend has maneuvered Olivia into sharing a lease with the sexy man of her dreams. Olivia’s a professional, a career woman who finds herself drawn to Kyle, as she’s been since she first laid eyes on him. But growing up the daughter of a career military man, she’s vowed never to get involved with a Marine. Yet Kyle stirs something inside her, and she finds herself saying yes when she means to say no.

Their life goals seem worlds apart, but love will find a way. Until Kyle’s past relationship threatens to ruin the future he has only just found in Olivia. Can the truth set him free? And can Olivia put aside her five-year plan and her heartache to forgive a stubborn Marine bent on loving her…forever?


An Excerpt

“Come on, Olivia. I think you and I could be great roommates.” He couldn’t help the innuendo that laced his tone, too much in lust to control his tongue.

To his surprise and pleasure, she laughed at him. “Convince me, Romeo. What’s so great about a man, and a Marine at that, as a roommate?”

“I’m neat, I cook, and I don’t snore.”

She chuckled, and he continued on a more serious note.

“I’ll respect your privacy, and you’ll be safe here. Trust me, no one will mess with you while I’m around.” The thought of anyone harming Olivia made him see red.

“I really wasn’t looking forward to moving,” she said slowly. “It’s very nice of you to offer to let me ride out the lease. I’d like to stay.” She paused and blushed a deeper pink. “But about last night. That kind of thing can’t happen again.”

It can, and it will. “I understand.” He changed the subject, not wanting to scare her into changing her mind.

For the remainder of the meal, they made small talk that put them both at ease. To Kyle’s surprise, he felt as though he could tell Olivia anything. She listened to him, and for the first time in a long time, Kyle found himself having fun with a woman. He truly enjoyed her company. Her mind intrigued him as much as her body did, increasing his desire to know all of her. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer without tasting her again.

Once they finished dinner, he stood and cleared their plates. He returned to the table and pulled her chair out to help her stand. Instead of backing off to give her space, Kyle moved closer, so that her breasts brushed his chest. She froze, her lips parting on a breath.

“The kind of thing that can’t happen again. You mean something like this. I shouldn’t do this again.” He leaned down to skim his lips over her mouth. He moved slowly, giving her the chance to say no. She didn’t. “I definitely shouldn’t touch you like this.” He brought his arms around her waist, drawing her deeper into his embrace.

“No, you shouldn’t,” she said on a breath, her eyes wide as they stared up into his. She licked her lips in invitation, and he lowered his head once more.

No holds barred, this woman belonged to him.


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AuthorPic200x274Caffeine addict, boy referee, and romance aficionado, USA Today bestselling author Marie Harte has over 100 books published with more constantly on the way. She’s a confessed bibliophile and devotee of action movies. Whether hiking in Central Oregon, biking around town, or hanging at the local tea shop, she’s constantly plotting to give everyone a happily ever after. Visit http://marieharte.com and fall in love.




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Who remembers that great song by The Divinyls, Pleasure and Pain? If I had to pick one song that Simone, the heroine of my five part erotic romance, Every Part of You, would consider her theme song, it would be that one.


Simone likes pain. A lot. Simone’s a masochist…but not a submissive. Writing her was interesting because of this. Masochism and submission so often go hand-in-hand that it can be hard to imagine a person not merely enjoying but craving pain, without also wanting to submit.


From Every Part of You: Resists Me (#2)


“I don’t like being tied up. Or spanked as discipline.” The tone of her voice had gone from light to slightly harsh, but she didn’t work too hard to change it. “I will never, ever wear a collar. I won’t call any man Master.”

He smiled then, finally, and though it was far from that brilliant one she’d had the luck to catch the night they’d been together, it was better than the frown. “No. I don’t imagine you ever would.”

She smiled, too. “I like you, Elliott Anderson. You’re smart. You have a good job. You’re sexy as hell–”

He snorted soft laughter at that and shook his head.

“And you like to hurt women when you fuck them.”

That stopped his laughter as fast as it had begun. The frown was back, this time accompanied by furrowed brows. He didn’t deny it, but obviously he didn’t want to admit it, either.

“You like it,” she repeated softly. “And I like it. So where’s the harm in liking it together?”

He shook his head again. Harder, this time. “You have no idea.”

“About what? What I like?” It was Simone’s turn to frown. “Because I can guarantee you, I’ve had enough time to figure it out. I mean, this wouldn’t be the first time a dude’s tried to tell me what I like or not–”

“No. Not about what you like. About what I like. I don’t. Like . . . that,” Elliott said.

He was lying to himself. She knew it, but wasn’t going to call him on it. Taking a chance, Simone sidled a little closer. “All I’m saying is, maybe we could give it a try.”


Elliott, on the other hand, won’t admit that he has sadistic tendencies. As much as he also gets off on giving Simone what she wants, he refuses to explore what he considers a darkness inside him. Even when she encourages him to embrace it, Elliott can’t.


Needless to say, this causes a lot of trouble between them, because Simone is a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid, embarrassed or ashamed about it. Getting it is a little harder, because most of the men she finds who are willing to give her the pain she craves also want to dominate her. So when she realizes Elliott gets off on hurting her but doesn’t expect her to serve him, there’s no way she’s going to give up on him. No matter how grouchy he is about!


Simone’s chin went up. “Fine. Listen, I don’t beg. I don’t chase. I don’t need to.”

“I’m sure you don’t.” It was a compliment that sounded vaguely like an insult, and it stung her unexpectedly.

She pushed away from the desk. “Enjoy the scones.”

He reached to snag her sleeve as she passed. “Wait a minute.”

She waited without looking at him. Elliott let her wait, but he didn’t say anything. Finally, she turned. “What?”

“You don’t know me,” he said.

She gave a pointed look at the scones. The coffee. The napkins. Then at him. She raised a brow.


His mouth thinned. “No, Simone. You don’t.”

“Fine,” she said again.

“I know you think I’m a dick.”

She laughed then. “Oh. Yeah. Definitely.”

“I’m sorry,” Elliott said.

“No, you’re not,” Simone told him as she took up his phone from where he’d left it on the desk. She programmed something into it quickly and put it back. “But when you are, I guess you know where to find me.”

When she’d gone, he thumbed the screen to check what she’d done. It was easy to see, since she hadn’t closed the address book. She’d left him her phone number.



Shakespeare’s the one who said the course of true love never did run smooth, and that’s especially true in Simone and Elliott’s case. The more she tries to give, the less he refuses to take. It’s a back-and-forth denial and acceptance that drives her crazy with frustration, yet something about each of them keeps the other coming back for more.


Every Part of You is a five part erotic romance serial, perfect for readers who like the tease and anticipation of waiting for the next installment, as well as for those with a little more patience who want to wait for the entire story to release so they can indulge in the entire tale at once.


Every Part of You: Tempts Me, available 2/4/14

Every Part of You: Resists Me, available 2/18/14

Every Part of You: Taunts Me, available 3/4/14

Every Part of You: Denies Me, available 3/18/14

Every Part of You: Takes Me, available 4/1/14

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Blurb for Every Part of You: Resists Me (#2)

The dance has begun. Simone’s ready to follow all her desires, but reluctant Elliott isn’t ready to take the lead.

After teasing Elliott into going dancing with her, Simone seduces him. She knows what she wants and isn’t afraid of asking for it, and Elliott appears to be as eager as she is to see where their passion takes them. The sex is electric, but Elliott is taken aback by his response to her, and when Simone reveals her kink for pain to him, he’s unable to accept it and tells her he doesn’t want to see her again.

And then they’re both invited to the same party.


Readers, would you like a digital copy of Every Part of You Tempts Me (#1)? Comment here about what you like best in a grouchy hero. Winner must be able to take delivery of the prize via Amazon.com, BN.com or iBookstore.

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SomewheretoDreamThe Cherokee call her Shadow Girl. A white woman adopted by Indians, Adelaide is haunted by the dark dreams she hides—of her murdered family, of the men she fears, and most of all, of the ones that foretell the future. After her visions cause her to make a terrible mistake, she renounces her power and buries her dreams deep in her soul.
Until Jesse Black is captured by the tribe. His life is spared because the Cherokee believe his warrior spirit belongs to their fallen brother. Though he hates all Indians, Adelaide illuminates their way of life for him, just as he shines light into her shadowed heart. But when her dreams return, Jesse must help her face them…or die trying…



Do You Dream?


Do you dream? According to articles I’ve read, we all do, and we do it every night, though we may not remember what we experienced. I’m terrible at remembering my dreams most of the time, though ironically, if they’re really violent I can’t stop seeing them. My daughters can recount every dream they’ve had for a week, including all sorts of details which they promise they’re not making up. My husband only admits to them once in a while.


Some scientists claim that dreams are a release of the subconscious. We have so many things going on in our heads during the day that we can’t sort through it all, so at night the most pressing concerns are aired out, given room to breathe. That means dreams are a good thing—even nightmares.


Different dream images and themes represent specific emotions in the sleeper. Like flying. Flying could mean a variety of different things, depending on how the flight goes. For example, if you’re having the time of your life up there, it represents the idea that you’re moving forward, overcoming obstacles or difficult people. If the flying’s not going so well, it might indicate doubt or lack of confidence.


Adelaide, my character in “Somewhere to Dream,” was born with the ability to dream of the future, but because she’s such a timid girl she has done everything in her power to deny herself the use of that gift. When she can’t escape a dream, she panics and wakes herself up in the middle of it. An effective way to protect herself, but it means that whatever she’s been foreseeing, well, she doesn’t learn the ending. It’s like ripping out the last bunch of pages from a book and burning them so she’ll never know. And since she doesn’t know what she’s blocking, when she guesses, she ends up causing more trouble than ever.


In order to make things right, Adelaide will have to go against everything in her nature. She’ll have to force herself to see the endings to those dreams, and she’ll have to make things happen in real life as well. It seems an impossible task for her.


Then Jesse Black comes along, cocky and unafraid, with restless golden eyes she’s seen in her dreams. He should be the most undependable person alive, but she is drawn to him, and it is the power of her trust that enables Jesse to do the same.


Do you dream? Can you guide your dreams or do you wake yourself up when they get too scary?


What if your dreams could tell the future? Would you want to know what’s going to happen … even if you can’t change it?



For more information about Genevieve and her books, visit www.genevievegraham.com. And to enter a giveaway with books, candles, and more, click HERE.

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The lovely people at Forever Romance have given me three ARCs of DUKE OF MIDNIGHT by Elizabeth Hoyt. One of my favorite series, I practically begged to get an early peek at Maximus’ book. Everything about it just worked for me. I adored both Maximus and Artemis. *sigh*

Anywho, like I said, I’ve got 3 ARCs to give away. Only stipulation is that it’s only open to US residents.


Before I get comments of “that’s not fair!”, I’ll offer the ARC I was sent to read as the 4th prize, that IS open to International readers. This one will be sent by me while the other three will be sent by the publisher. When leaving a comment, please say if you’re US or International so there is no confusion when I pick the winners. Sound good to you? 😉

Now, for the contest….just let me know which of Elizabeth Hoyt’s heroes/heroines have been your favorite and what you love best about her writing.



Twenty years ago Maximus Batten witnessed the brutal murders of his parents. Now the autocratic Duke of Wakefield, he spends his days ruling Parliament. But by night, disguised as the Ghost of St. Giles, he prowls the grim alleys of St. Giles, ever on the hunt for the murderer. One night he finds a fiery woman who meets him toe-to-toe-and won’t back down . . .


Artemis Greaves toils as a lady’s companion, but hiding beneath the plain brown serge of her dress is the heart of a huntress. When the Ghost of St. Giles rescues her from footpads, she recognizes a kindred spirit-and is intrigued. She’s even more intrigued when she realizes who exactly the notorious Ghost is by day . . .


Artemis makes a bold move: she demands that Maximus use his influence to free her imprisoned brother-or she will expose him as the Ghost. But blackmailing a powerful duke isn’t without risks. Now that she has the tiger by the tail, can she withstand his ire-or the temptation of his embrace?

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Their passion will consume everything—and everyone— in its path….

I’m on a train.

I don’t know which stop I got on at; I only know the train is going fast and the world outside becomes a blur. I should get off, but I don’t. The universe is playing a cosmic joke on me. Here I had my life—a good life with everything a woman could want—and suddenly, there is something more I didn’t know I could have. A chance for me to be satisfied and content and maybe even on occasion deliriously, amazingly, exuberantly fulfilled.

So this is where I am, on a train that’s out of control, and I am not just a passenger. I’m the one shoveling the furnace full of coal to keep it going fast and faster.

If I could make myself believe it all happened by chance and I couldn’t help it, that I’ve been swept away, that it’s not my fault, that it’s fate…would that be easier? The truth is, I didn’t know I was looking for this until I found Will, but I must’ve been, all this time. And now it is not random, it is not fate, it is not being swept away.

This is my choice. And I don’t know how to stop.

Or even if I want to.


In the popular Broadway show Wicked, two university roommates, complete opposites, end up becoming beloved friends. In one of my favorite songs from the show, Galinda and Elphaba sing a duet in which they both declare that they’re not sure if knowing each other has changed them for the better…but it changed both of them for good.


In Tear You Apart, Elisabeth and Will meet, strangers both viewing a piece of art that doesn’t impress either of them very much. From that first meeting, it’s clear the spark between them can’t be denied, no matter how much they might want to fight it. Right or wrong, and most people would say without a doubt that their relationship is wrong, Elisabeth and Will become lovers. Physical passion starts them off, but soon it’s much more than that.


Soon, there’s love.


The emotional connection changes what might’ve been a brief, torrid affair into something different. Something trying to become permanent. Elisabeth, caught in feelings she hasn’t experienced in a long time, maybe never, knows enough to try and stop herself from falling. But who can ever really stop themselves from falling in love?


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