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Tuesday, 28 February 2017

The Viking's Conquest - by #FelicityBrandon #spanking #BDSM

  • I'm super excited to have Felicity Brandon on my blog today. Viking's Conquest has a fabulous cover and a great excerpt.

  • Stormy Night Publications
  • 21st October, 2016
  • Historical, BDSM, spanking romance
  • Approximately 91,500 words
  • HEA Ending
Tags: #eroticromance #spankingromance #BDSM #sexualhumiliation #vikings

Kidnapped, captured, and captivated, but who is conquering who?
Publisher’s Blurb:
When she is left all but alone to defend her family's castle against an army of battle-hardened Viking raiders, nineteen-year-old Princess Aurelie of Donrose fights valiantly but is soon overcome. After her capture by the tall, handsome leader of the northmen, Prince Anders, she is carried away along with the rest of the spoils of conquest.

Anders makes it clear to the princess that she is now his property, to do with as he likes, and he takes pleasure in stripping her bare and putting her on display. When she defies her new master, Aurelie quickly discovers that Anders will not hesitate to spank her soundly, but to her shame the painful, humiliating punishment leaves her deeply aroused.

Bound and helpless yet burning with desire, the princess finds herself longing for the bold, dominant warrior to take her hard and thoroughly, and when she surrenders to his mastery of her body the pleasure is more intense than she would have ever thought possible. Aurelie's submission to Anders grows more complete with each passing day, but when her brothers arrive with an army to seek vengeance against their old enemy she must make a fateful choice. Will she remain loyal to her family and her people, or come to the aid of her Viking prince?

Publisher's Note: The Viking's Conquest includes spankings, sexual scenes and sexual humiliation, and more. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.
Author’s Synopsis:
War has come to Donrose, and with her men away, Princess Aurelie is left to defend her castle from the impending northern invasion. Vastly outnumbered and overpowered, brave Aurelie is soon captured and finds herself the new prize of Anders, Prince of the Vikings. Uncertain of her captor, and frustrated by her imprisonment, Aurelie is confused by her burgeoning desires for the towering Anders, but when he puts the maiden over his knee to punish her, her thirst for him threatens to spill over… How can a lady of such high position entertain the idea of a spanking, yet alone be excited by it? Bound, used and displayed, Aurelie’s journey of self-discovery begins as she learns her surrender delivers not only humiliation, but also great arousal and pleasure. With her yearning fit to burst, she yields to her new master, utterly compelled by his dominant affections. But then, all at once – everything changes… And now Aurelie of Donrose must make the ultimate choice and one that she never thought possible. With Anders’ life hanging in the balance, will she choose her family’s lands or her new found love?

Excerpt : Spanking (adult content):
“Drop the fruit. I want to hear your voice whilst you’re spanked.”
In a moment of uncharacteristic obedience, I widen my mouth a fraction and release the soft flesh of the fruit. I watch as it falls the short distance to the floor underneath me, along with a humiliating quantity of my drool. Relief washes over my jaw as it can now finally relax, although I wonder what Anders will have in mind for me next.
“Good,” he says from over me. “Now tell me, do you know why you are to be spanked?”
I flinch as he vocalises my predicament, as though hearing it out loud somehow reaffirms the sheer ignominy of it.
“I…” I pause, trying to make myself say the words. “I am to be spanked because I spilled your drinks, my Lofðungr,” I say eventually.
“True,” Anders replies, slapping the cheeks of my behind. The impact is not hard, but is just enough to wake the flesh around the area, summoning the blood there and sending the message to me: this is mine. “And why did you spill the drinks, Aurelie? What function were you serving?”
I cringe inwardly, knowing he intends to revel fully in my disgrace. “I was your table,” I say in the smallest voice possible.
“My what?” he asks, raising his voice. “I have never known the lady be so coy before this moment!”
“Your table, my Lofðungr,” I reply, pushing back the humiliated emotion that threatens to surface.
“Yes!” he cries, finally satisfied with my answer. “A table for holding my refreshments. You had one purpose only: to hold the tray of drinks and Aurelie, you failed, my sweeting. You failed in the most spectacular fashion!”
The old indignation rises in me. “I am no table!” I spit, my voice now full of venom.
He lands a hard smack against my upturned cheeks, the sound swilling around my head before the sting of the impact even registers.
“You are mine!” he says evenly. “Mine to do whatever I please with. The sooner you come to learn this, the easier your new life will be, my lady.”
He smacks me again; not full-throttle this time, but I know he means it. I take a sharp intake of breath at the impact, willing the pain to be done so that I may experience a little of that odd arousal the previous spanking had produced. A further three smacks ensue. The loud sound of his palm connecting with my flesh echoes through the confines of his quarters. I lie here over his knee, forced to accept this new dynamic: Anders, the foreign invader, now apparently the master of me. A man who can chain me up, and use me as furniture at his will.
I push against the pain as he spanks me again. The sheer force of my own obstinate pride somehow makes the process easier, although there’s no denying it does hurt. My behind feels red and inflamed already and I have no idea how long Anders intends to keep me here.
“Are you beginning to understand?” His voice booms from someplace over my head. It sounds oddly distant to my ears.
“Yes, my Lofðungr,” I say through gritted teeth as yet another smack lands across both cheeks, but even as I speak I know I do not mean it.
“Tell me then. Let me hear your learning, Aurelie. What are you?”
He pauses the spanking, perhaps to allow me to speak and I take a deep breath. Can I really say these things just to appease him? I consider my position: naked, chained, and over his lap. What choice do I have?
“I am yours, my Lofðungr,” I say, trying to detach myself from the words.
“My what?” he says, stroking the hot area he has punished.
I bite hard on my lip again, despising him for reducing me to this. “Your property!” I spit the last word out as though it threatens to choke me if I keep it inside.
“Hmm,” says Anders and I swear I can hear him smiling. “Better—but I do not believe that you mean it. Not yet anyway…”
He draws my body back a few inches from the hips, so that my aching core rises from his hard body and I am effectively bent over him from the waist.
“Spread your legs,” he says softly.
With extreme reluctance I move myself into this new, even more humiliating pose. My breasts, previously crushed under my weight, are now freed and swing softly beneath me. My face is also now less concealed and I unwittingly catch his smiling gaze in my peripheral vision. I look away at once, but not before he has noticed my error. Leaning forward, he wraps my unruly hair toward my right shoulder, exposing my face, now burning with the shame and excitement I am feeling.
“Look at me,” he commands sensually.
Slowly I turn my head ever so slightly to the left and look unwillingly into those smirking blue eyes.
“I have a feeling about you, Aurelie. Shall I share it with you?” he asks casually.
I stare at him, unwilling to answer and play his game. I can feel the old defiance rising to the surface for just the briefest moment. When I say nothing, he spanks my behind again. It feels harder from this position somehow. The sound is different and the sting feels crueller. My previously fleshy bottom is now stretched into a new stance and unbelievably I think I miss the reassurance of his body heat. I am even more exposed this way.
“Answer me!” he snaps, his hand connecting with my skin again.
“Please share it, my Lofðungr,” I reply, my voice breaking ever so slightly as the fresh pain registers.
There is a pause and I fear that he will choose to just continue spanking me like this, and then finally, he speaks again:
“I have a feeling that you actually like being treated this way, my lady.”
I look at him, my eyes no doubt sharing the indignation, resentment, and disbelief I am feeling as I register his words. How in Donrose can he know this about me? These are feelings that I myself had never known until this day!
“You’re wrong,” I splutter, but we both know I don’t mean it.
“Really?” he asks, spanking me again. I squeeze my eyes shut at the new impact, before opening them again. Anders has moved in even closer to my body in the interim. I notice for this first time that he too appears to be a little out of breath, and I wonder if this is exciting him as well. “So you don’t want me to touch your body then, Aurelie?”
His hand moves to within an inch of my left breast as he speaks. Sensing his approach, my already hard buds contract even further, betraying my need.
“No,” I say, continuing the reassuring pretence that I do in fact not want him anywhere near me.
Ignoring me, his hand finally reaches my breast, cupping it gently at first, before moving his fingers south to the nipple. I gasp as he circles it and then grabs the end, tugging at it hard. Despite my veil of disgust, his touch feels astonishingly good, goading my body. My head falls forward, no longer able to contain the desire I feel. Wordlessly he moves closer, reaching for the right breast and repeating his treatment of the left. Both nipples tighten in excitement, silently begging him for more.
A soft moan leaves my lips before I can contain myself. He laughs at the sound and I mean to chastise myself, but already my whole entity is fixed on where his hands will explore next. The left hand that had so ruthlessly, yet beautifully, tormented my breasts, runs a line down my midriff, over my tense belly to the hot, damp patch of hair between my thighs. I take short, shallow breaths, my hands planted firmly on the wooden chest beneath us, as my mind races at the sensations he creates. Anticipation about what he will choose to do next courses through me. I gasp aloud, wondering how I can possibly permit these actions to continue. At the same time his other hand spanks me hard again, sending my body into a trembling mess. The reverberations travel through my growing wetness, to where his left hand waits. Slowly he presses his palm against my skin, pushing through the soft hair, into the moist folds trembling below.

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Monday, 27 February 2017

Marc, A Brother's in Blue novel by @JeanneStJames @puretextuality #excerpt

Say hello to Jeanne St James as she drops by to tell us about her latest book, Marc, Her latest Brother's in Blue novel. Don’t miss her exciting extract.


Meet the men of Manning Grove, three small-town cops and brothers, who meet the women who will change the rest of their lives. This is Marc’s story…
Officer Marc Bryson doesn’t believe women should be in law enforcement. Ever. When his older brother, Max, is promoted to the small town’s police chief what does he do? Hires a woman fresh out of the academy and makes Marc her Field Training Officer.
Determined to follow in her late father’s footsteps, Leah Grant has the moxie to break any glass ceiling that stands in  her way from becoming a police officer. Even if that means proving to her coach—who only wants her in his bed and not in the field—she’s worthy of being a permanent member of the force.
Working in a man’s world, Leah challenges Marc’s misconceptions about women in the line of duty. But as they struggle to separate their work life from their undeniable chemistry, things continue to steam up and get a little kinky. These two officers of the law must toe the line after being caught red-handed.
But in the end can Leah prove to Marc that she is good as backup as well as in bed?

Marc by Jeanne St. James
Series Brothers In Blue #2
Genre Adult, Contemporary Romance, Erotic Romance
Publisher Independent
Publication Date February 12, 2017
Goodreads https://goo.gl/sFqOQo
Amazon http://amzn.to/2kODahR
Brothers In Blue: Max on Amazon


JEANNE ST. JAMES is an erotic romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two). She was only 13 started writing when she started writing since it gave her an escape from teenage angst! Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages.


2017 © Jeanne St. James
~ All Rights Reserved ~


Marc let himself in his parents’ front door, his ten-month old puppy, Menace, squeezing past him in a rush.
“Jeez, asshole, you almost knocked me over,” he scolded the dog, not that the gangly mastiff was listening. He was already bee-lining to the kitchen where he knew there would be food. After all, he was a growing dog, now wasn’t he.
Marc was beat. After doing the double-back from the three to eleven shift last night to working the seven to three shift this morning, he was freaking exhausted. And he wasn’t even including the wrestling he and Leah had gotten into on the mat. That had taken a toll also, as well as their stilted conversations throughout the rest of the day.
He didn’t seem to be the only one relieved at three when their shift ended. He bet Leah had gone home and collapsed. If he hadn’t already committed to dinner at his parents’, he’d be snoozing on the couch with the TV on, a cold beer next to him, and a farting mastiff doubling as a blanket.
But family obligations and all that. And anyway, his mother was a better cook than him. So no complaints there.
He followed the direction Menace had gone and ended up in the kitchen. The oversized puppy sat at his mother’s feet, his tail thumping heavily against the floor, as she stirred something on the stove.
“Smells good, Ma.” He walked over and peered into the pot before landing a loud, sloppy kiss on her cheek.
Mary Ann Bryson pushed him away with a laugh. “Stop it. You’re as bad as Dennis with sloppy kisses. You’re never going to find a woman if you kiss like that.”
Ew. He’d never kiss her the same way as he would a woman. Not his mother.
And, obviously, one of his mother’s immediate goals in life was to get him hitched and to start producing offspring like he was a prized farm animal.
“Ma, his name is Menace.”
She wiped her hands on the dish towel tucked into her waistband. “You know I refuse to call him that.”
“You don’t have any problem with Chaos’ name.”
Marc could see no difference between his puppy’s name and Max and Amanda’s border collie Chaos. It was probably only because Max was her first born. Being the middle child always sucked.
His mother just waved her hand at him like he was a gnat buzzing near her ear.
“Who names their dog Menace?”
Marc spun toward the female voice. The rookie stood in the doorway to the kitchen, leaning against the jamb, her arms crossed at her chest.
What in the holy fuck was she doing here?
“Someone cool, that’s who,” he answered her with a frown. He lifted his hands up in question wanting to know what the hell was happening here.
Leah ignored the gesture and gave him an exaggerated eye roll. “Someone cool, huh?” If the eye roll was any bigger, she would’ve sprained them.
She wore form-fitting blue jeans and a maroon, snug—Yes!—long-sleeved T-shirt. Her feet were bare against the wood floor, and—Sweet baby Jesus—her hair was down. It draped around her shoulders like a silk curtain. Straight as an ironing board. Not one curl to be seen.
An image of him running his fingers through all that length flashed through him, but he pushed it away when he noticed the dark smudges under both of her eyes. She was just as exhausted as he was.
Menace got off his lanky ass and barreled toward her like a galloping giraffe. Leah moved to brace herself before the impact. Marc rushed forward and snagged his collar just in time as the dog launched himself at her.
“Settle, you fool,” he told the excited puppy.
Ignoring the near disaster, his mother asked in her booming voice, “Oh Leah! How was your shower?”
“Hot and deliciously wonderful.”
Like the woman in front of him.
“I’m sure it felt good after that stupid quick turnaround shift. Those ridiculous things. I don’t know why the department does that. I’ve never agreed with it, even when your father did them way back when.” She shook the wooden spoon at Marc before turning back to the stove.
It was Marc’s turn to roll his eyes. Like he had any control over double-back shifts. She needed to talk to her eldest son, the one that was actually in charge. “Where’s Pop?”
“I don’t know. But you know he won’t miss dinner. That man never misses a meal. Honey, why don’t you go into the living room and cuddle up with a blanket until dinner is done.”
Great idea! He could use a little nap.
“That sounds like a plan,” Leah murmured and she disappeared into the next room. Menace followed on her heels.
Apparently, his mother hadn’t been talking to him, her own son. Leah had usurped the “honey” title in the house. That was just wrong. But never mind that, why was his mother acting as though she was family? Was Leah related somehow and Max never said anything? He thought back in horror at the episode in the wrestling gym earlier.
No way.
Marc brought this voice down to a rough whisper. “What’s she doing here? She’s not related to us, right?”
Oh say no. Please say no.
“No, silly! When Max hired her, she had no place to stay, so we offered to put her up until she finds a place of her own.”
Fucking Max. “So Max suggested this?”
“Yes. He actually encouraged it.”
He was going to kill his brother. It was bad enough that he not only hired a woman, but he was making Marc coach her, and now… Now his pupil, recruit, rookie—fuck—his sexual fantasy was living in his parent’s home. Right. Next. Door.
Pork roll. Pig cheeks. Pork belly.
“Don’t you think it’s a noble gesture that she wanted to become a police officer like her father?”
When his mother spoke, he realized he’d been staring blindly at the empty doorway since Leah had left. He shook his head to clear it. “What? What are you talking about?”
“Her wanting to be a cop after her dad died in the line of duty.”
Now he’d have to resurrect Max’s dead body and kill him all over again. “Yeah, that’s great,” he said absently, thinking about all the ways he could murder his older brother and dispose of the body.
His mother stopped what she was doing and glanced at him. “You did know, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Ma. Of course I did. She’s my rookie.”
His mother’s eyebrows pinned together as she clicked her tongue. “Silly, she’s the department’s rookie… Or…is she your rookie, Marc?”
Well if that wasn’t a loaded question then he didn’t know what was. And he certainly was not falling into his mother’s trap. One slip and she’d have the rings picked out and the venue booked. No matter that he’d only known Grant for three days. She’s a female and to his mother a potential candidate for popping out grandchildren. She probably already inspected Leah’s womb, just to check her potential.

Friday, 24 February 2017

Mandy wants a Spanking #SaturdaySpanking #hot

When Adam cupped her cheek in his hand, she nestled closer, but he pulled her up his body and rolled until she lay beneath him. He kissed the tip of her nose. “Just so you know, I plan to spank you once for each of Ben’s birthday’s I’ve missed and once for each Christmas, but not tonight.”
The thought of Adam’s hand heating her ass, maybe turning it bright red, thrilled her—even though he thought it would be too much for her right now. Eyelids drooping in sensual delight, she whispered, “Yes, please.”
He laughed softly. “Remember back when we went climbing? I promised to teach you another use for rope. After I’ve spanked you, I’ll tie you to the bed and tease your beautiful body until you beg me to let you come.”
Mandy had never wanted anything so badly. He reached down, unfastening her jeans and revealing the red curls between her legs. He gave one a sharp tug. “So beautiful, and all mine.”
When he ordered her to lift her hips, she helped him get rid of her jeans. He took her panties right along with them. A moment later, he ran his tongue through her cunt, tasting her juices before sucking on her clit.

Hips bucking, she breathed hard and fast as she buried her hands in his hair. The way he lapped at her clit scrambled her thoughts and turned her spine to gelatin. Her heart beat overtime, and her head thrashed over the pillow. A tingle buzzed through her gut, turning supernova as it homed in on her womb. Orgasm built and built within her. Lost in the taste and touch of Adam Montgomery, Mandy came over his tongue.

After Adam Montgomery walked away and left her pregnant, dare Mandy trust him with her heart again?
Twelve years ago, Mandy Devlin moved away from her friends and family--under threat. If she returned in the next ten years or told anyone who fathered her baby, her boyfriend’s great-aunt would bankrupt her family. She’s a single mom who dreams of her lost love and a good spanking. When she’s finally free to return to Westhorpe Ridge, the last person she expects to see is Adam—the man she loved and lost so long ago. 

Dr. Adam Montgomery doesn’t know he has a son. Thanks to his great-aunt’s will, he has nine months to find a bride or he loses Montgomery Hall and the fifteen million dollars she left him. Although he seduces Mandy on his first night home, he still believes she betrayed him twelve years ago. No way would he marry a woman like her.

As Valentine’s Day looms, someone tries to kill Mandy. Is Adam trying to get rid of her? Or can Mandy trust him to protect them?

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About Kryssie Fortune
Kryssie Fortune writes the sort of hot sexy books she loves to read. If she can sneak a dragon into her paranormal books she will. Her paranormal heroes are muscular werewolves, arrogant Fae or BDSM loving dragons.
Kryssie likes her contemporary heroes ex-military and dominant. Her heroines are kick ass females who can hold their own against whatever life - or Kryssie - throws at them.
 Kryssie's pet hates are unhappy endings, and a series that ends on a cliff hanger.
Her books are all stand alone, even when they’re part of a series. Plot always comes before sex, but when her heroines and heroes get together, the sex is explosive and explicit. 

Spotlight on Deadly Alliance - #Bookfriends #Tirgearr Romantic #Suspense @RowlandKathleen

Please welcome Kathleen Rowland, author of heart-stopping action-packed romantic suspense.  Meet Finn Donahue, smooth around the edges,  and Amy Kintyre who’s crazy enough to think he could be the bad guy.

Kathleen Rowland writes heart-stopping, adrenaline pumping romantic suspense and loves sharing about it. Let's talk about writing.

Blurb for Deadly Alliance 
Finbar Donahue, former Army Ranger, walked on the wild side in Iraq, but now he lives in the shadows. After his evasive partner, Les, was shot in a random drive-by, Finn discovers cash is siphoned monthly. He fights to keep his investment company afloat. When the late partner’s girlfriend, Amy Kintyre, applies for his bookkeeping job, Finn suspects she knows about his company drain and hires her.
Amy needs a nine-to-five with free evenings and weekends to get her fashion design business back on track. She unearths Les’ s secret bank account and alerts Finn. Freezing of the money laundering account sets off havoc within an Irish gang. Amy witnesses a gang fight between a brutal ISIS fundraising organization and the Irish. Desperate to escape a stalker’s crosshairs, she seeks refuge with Finn. As danger heats up, sparks fly hotter.

Deadly Alliance Excerpt
Amy found something incriminating before she heads to her interview with Finn:
There she was in Lake Arrowhead heading for her third interview with Finn. Amy doubted he would hire her. Not if he knew what she’d discovered last night. Les or someone close to him had lodged a dirty secret inside her folder for shorts patterns.
Clenching the dratted envelope, she wasn’t the hopeful person she was yesterday when she stumbled through Arrowhead Cafe’s open door. , Her achy toe twinged in pain,  minor compared to the growing pulse across her forehead. As she whiffed rich, oily coffee, her stomach protested. She eased her way through bodies. Like everywhere in their lake community on a Friday, the restaurant crawled with out-of-towners.
Finn had chosen a secluded table here, instead of where she’d be working if he hired her. These people were strangers compared to office acquaintances ,whom she knew because of Les, with an urge to snoop. Sinking into the same spot where she’d met Finn’s head accountant on Monday and Wednesday, a burn of anxiety made its way up her esophagus. She glanced at her phone’s home screen. No messages. He was late, and she listened for the rumble of his kickass Harley.
Heard it roar. He hadn’t forgotten their appointment.
A wave swelled through the crowd with heads turning and looking past where she huddled. Amy leaned around a pillar to spot the source of the commotion. Finn, all six-and-a-half feet of him, wore a black, tailor-fitted leather jacket and black-as-death, Kevlar pants. Sexy, yes, but she wasn’t here for a date. If and when the time was right, she’d pick an average-looking guy. Knowing how good looks fizzled made her immune.
With his helmet tucked under an elbow, Finn shifted between onlookers. The patrons tracked his rolling stride toward her.
She pulled back, instinct driving her to shield herself with the wide packet. It slipped from her hands and thumped to the floor. As she seized it, her peripheral vision caught his harsh, chiseled chin.
His intense, blue eyes stripped her of her talent for blending in. Exposed for who she was, guilty by association, he captured her distress. “You’re on the sunny side of prompt.” His ruthless face softened. “In spite of last night,” the tough guy added with more warmth in his tone.
Drat, she wasn’t immune, but she did have common sense. “I’m on time. No matter what.” Desperate for oxygen, she took a deep, slow breath and tried to release the hard grip she had on the thick envelope.
He studied her face. “What’s with the white knuckles?”
The manila envelope throbbed in her hands, begging her to come clean. “We need to talk.”
“Talk?” He chuckled and waved off the idea. His manly cologne drifted her way, but she didn’t allow it to be intoxicating
The waitress, believing he’d signaled her, breezed over. “I know your order from before.” She set down lattes, a few sugar packets, and bagels, free on Fridays.
After handing the waitress a twenty, Finn slid a bite of bagel between his lips and followed it with a sip. He looked the same except for the furrowing of his brow. “When I glanced over your qualifications, I acted on impulse.”
“I acted as my own bookkeeper. Used Excel.”
“Before you became a taxi driver.”
“Well, you used to be an Army Ranger.” She sipped and coughed from the stupid thing she said. As she dug her fingernails into the envelope, packed with incrimination, she leaned toward the grave she was digging. “I found something of Lester’s.”
“I don’t collect keepsakes.” Tapping his steel-toed boot, the big guy eyed her as if he found the Les topic troubling.
Her hands were shaking. Never good at retorts, she came up dry.
He gazed at the earth-toned ceiling. “Okay, fine. Show me in an hour?”
Out of politeness, she finished her latte, purchased and not to be wasted.
In a rush he downed his last drop and withdrew the mug from his lips. “You’ll start this morning?”
It sounded like a question, but she knew it was a command. She threw him a tight smile. “Yes, thank you. I’ll balance-sheet ten clients by end of day.”
“That does it, you’re hired.” He pulled out his cell. “Brooke. Our new bookkeeper is on her way. You know Amy. Get her going on paperwork?” Another command. On the adjacent table, littered with unopened sugar packets, he stuffed two into his pocket.
“Take mine.” She pushed hers toward him.
“You think I’m a sugar junkie?” He smiled. “Need to make a delivery. Someone ran out.” He had the hot-CEO thing going. His lashes lowered, taking on a slumberous expression that set her heart to pounding.

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How about romantic travel to Lake Arrowhead, California, where Deadly Alliance takes place?  Fall colors mix with evergreens around this pristine mountain lake. Bring a picnic basket and rent a pontoon!
Book Buyers Best finalist Kathleen Rowland is devoted to giving her readers fast-paced, high-stakes suspense with a sizzling love story sure to melt their hearts.   Lily’s Pad and the Intervenus Series: A Brand New Address and Betrayal at Crater’s Edge are sweet.  Deadly Alliance and her work-in-progress, Unholy Alliance, are contracted with Tirgearr Publishing and written for adults.
Kathleen used to write computer programs but now writes novels.   She grew up in Iowa where she caught lightning bugs, ran barefoot, and raced her sailboat on Lake Okoboji.  Now she wears flip-flops and sails with her husband, Gerry, on Newport Harbor but wishes there were lightning bugs in California.

Kathleen exists happily with her witty CPA husband, Gerry, in their 70’s poolside retreat in Southern California where she adores time spent with visiting grandchildren, dogs, one bunny, and noisy neighbors.  While proud of their five children who’ve flown the coop, she appreciates the luxury of time to write.  If you’d enjoy news,  sign up for Kathleen’s newsletter.