Tons of e-books 99 cents this weekend!!


The Spooky Spectacular Event will kick off Friday and run through midnight Sunday (Oct 18-20). Featuring 60+ of today’s hottest authors, $1,000 in prizes and tons of awesome giveaways (Kindle Fires anyone? Coach wristlets?), the event is going to be a blast!

And most importantly, readers will be able to fill up their Kindles with incredible ebooks, all priced at .99!

Check out all the gorgeous books at the event’s webpage.

Just click here!

RSVP at the event’s FB page to be automatically entered into the drawing for one of three Kindle Fires! Click here to visit the event page.   Instructions for earning extra entries for the drawing will be on the event page! Additional links to Rafflecopter entries for other giveaways will also be available on the event page as well.

A special thank you goes out to Lisa Markson, Leanne Jacobson, Stephanie Shaw and Emily Rae for all their help with the event. You all rock!

Spooky Spectacular sponsored by …

Lizzy Ford (Website, Facebook page, Twitter)



Julia Crane (Website, Facebook page, Twitter)


Giveaway and review of “The Submissive’s Last Word”

Jodie over at Fab, Fun & Tantalizing Reads has posted her terrific review of “Submissive.” If you go to check it out, be sure to enter the giveaway. The main prize is a complete e-book set of The Power to Please series, and a runner-up will receive a $5 gift certificate from Amazon. Deadline for entry is this Friday, so don’t miss out on a chance to win! 🙂

My Sexy Saturday


I’m doing something new this week. I’m happy to be part of the My Sexy Saturday blog hop. What better way to kick off a weekend than with sexy snippet from lots of authors?

Each author posts a piece from one of their works, either seven words, seven lines, or seven paragraphs. It can be taken from either a published work or a work in progress.

I write erotic romance, so there’s plenty to pick from in my novels. I’ve opted for seven steamy paragraphs from early in the first book of my “Power to Please” series, The Businessman’s Tie.


From The Businessman’s Tie:

When his fingertips of fire reached the bottom curve of my buttocks, and my breath audibly caught in my throat, he stopped his movements, leaned over so I could see into his dark eyes, and asked, “Are you afraid of me?”

I swallowed the lump his words had raised in my throat, and answered with a weakness I had not expected, “Yes … no.”

He smiled a bit and said, “Good. Do you want me to let you go?”

I shook my head.

“Say the words,” he said.

I knew I would say the words. I knew I would say just about anything he wanted me to say, with his fingers lightly touching the bottom of my ass, right at the edge of my panties and on the verge of heading I hoped I knew where.

I said, “I don’t want you to let me go.”


Celebrating Hot Summer Romance

From The Playboy’s Proposition:

I wanted to be swept away in a grand and passionate love affair. I wanted it to wrap itself around me and raise me out of the monotony I had made of my life, of myself. I needed that perfect love to vindicate my past.

Hot_summer_romance_giveaway_hop_graphicMy past was an embarrassing cliche. Raised by parents who lost interest in me around the time I began to form my own opinions of the world, I sought reassurance of my worth from others. When I discovered the appeal of my youthful sexuality, I believed men could provide that worth.

It wasn’t long before I discovered how mistaken I was in that belief. By the age of eighteen, I was pregnant. I thought my boyfriend was more than gallant when he proposed marriage, and it made me love him. When I miscarried the baby not long after our wedding, I stayed with my new husband.

Not that I had much choice, really. My parents had kicked me out when they learned I was pregnant, attacking me with accusations and character affronts which assured I wouldn’t speak to them for years. I was on my own. No money, a high school diploma, and a husband who believed he would be a rock star one day.

I learned how to survive, took shitty jobs that barely kept a roof over our heads and food in our mouths. And because I needed to believe that I could have a better future, I took night classes at the local community college.

By the second year of my marriage, I learned why my husband actually married me. It hadn’t been for the sake of our baby, or to provide for us; it had been because he wanted someone to take care of him.

I remember him storming around our one-room apartment, berating me for not making enough money for him and his band to go on the road. It was all my fault, he said. All my fault because I hadn’t listened to him, hadn’t done what needed to be done.

He wanted me to give up night school and become a stripper. Better money, he said. I didn’t need school, he insisted, because he would be a star soon, and you didn’t need a college degree to be the wife of a rich rock star. All I had to do was to sacrifice for him now, and I would be repaid later.

I was actually proud of myself for telling him no, that I wanted to stay in school, that I would stay in school no matter how much he yelled at me. I told him to get a day job to make the money to go on the road. He kicked the furniture and stomped out of the apartment. I didn’t see him for a week.

I find it hard to accept, now, that I was proud of telling him no. I’m disgusted with my past self that I allowed him back into my life, let him stumble back into my bed, drunk and stinking after a week on the streets doing God knew what. I should have thrown his ass out the door.

I could say no to his demand that I become a stripper. I couldn’t say no to the marriage.

So many wasted years, supporting a man I loathed, and who loathed me in return in spite of my efforts to appease him. Not his fault, though. My fault. I knew the truth by year two of my marriage. That it took me eight more years to finally unload him … well, that was on me.

I desperately needed to shake the blame for those ten years of bad decisions and lost chances. I longed to banish the taint of my failed marriage, of failed dreams.

I was now twenty-nine years old. I had a college degree, a decent job, a place of my own, and a sense of urgency to claim a different destiny. Divorcing my husband was only the first step. I needed something more than a job and an apartment. I needed what I had never had.

A great love, a great passion. That was what I wanted. To float away in undeniable desire. Love could do that for me. And if not love, then passion alone could surely do, for now.

Two men offered me passion, Michael Weston and Gibson Reeves. Michael, tall and lean with the charm of a continental playboy. Gibson, who I still thought of as The Businessman, tall and muscular, with a handsome but inscrutable face.

Both of them, dominant males who saw something in me I hadn’t known was there. A sexual submissive, driven to be taken by their power. Me, into BDSM. Were they right about me? I didn’t know, for certain, but I wanted them to help me find out, was more than excited by the prospect of their special assistance.


First love doesn’t always turn out to be the best love. I think Nonnie, the protagonist of my The Power to Please series, longs for what many women want: a second chance at love and passion.

The Hot Summer Romance Hop is celebrating romance in all it’s different forms. So whether you’ve already found that perfect passion or if it’s still right around the corner, this is the place to celebrate all the possibilities of love.

I’m celebrating by giving away a $10 Amazon gift card to be chosen at random. So drop by Amazon and pick up a copy of The Businessman’s Tie to start the first step of Nonnie’s journey. Enter the Rafflecopter below to win a $10 Amazon gift card. Then check out the other blogs in The Hop for more fun giveaways celebrating steamy romance.

The Insatiable Reads Book Tour is giving away a couple of smashing grand prizes: #1 is a Kindle Fire. #2 is a $50 gift certificate. You definitely want to stop by a lot of blogs and enter for your chance to win. The Grand Prizes will be chosen at random from all the comments on all the participating blogs so give everyone a little comment love.


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It’s a hop… a blog hop

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I’m doing a blog hop! It’s my first so I’m not sure exactly what I’m doing. I do know there are a number of great authors on this list so if you’re looking for new reading material you should be set.

Obviously you should pick up a copy of The Businessman’s Tie over at Amazon and start with Nonnie’s journey. It sounds crazy … but if you can stand to wait a few days to see what Nonnie’s up to, enter below to win a free copy of the e-book instead.

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Then check out all these other great authors: