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Summer Heat: Chapter 1

Oh hey there. Hi. Remember me? The lady who used to update her blog regularly. Miss me? Yeah, me too. The feeling is most definitely mutual. But good news! I’m back and I have a new book! Summer Heat is out Monday, April 10th! It is book 5 in The Storm Inside series and it brings us the second chance love story of June Daniels, Eve’s youngest sister. And since I abandoned you for so long, I’ve included the entire first chapter for you to check out! And check out this cover designed by Romanced by the Cover! Holy hotness! Happy reading!

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Can baseball’s bitterest feud become its greatest love story?

A long time ago I fell in love with the wrong man. Wrong because there was no chance we could ever be together. Roman St. James was off limits. Forbidden. The enemy.

Except the Daniels-St. James feud isn’t my feud and it most certainly isn’t Roman’s. He’s nothing like his father. And while the rivalry between our families is one of the most famous in all of baseball, I couldn’t help myself. One smile turned into one date, and one date turned into so much more.

Of course it was a disaster. And now, five years later, I can still barely bring myself to think about what could have been.
Until one night in a locker room changes everything…

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CHAPTER ONE

I pushed the heavy metal door open and stepped into the visiting team’s locker room at Tropicana Stadium.

“Hello? Did someone call for a trainer?” It was unusual, to say the least, to get a call asking for medical help for the opposing team, but then again, this wasn’t a game day and no one should be in either locker room. Visions of horror movies filled my head as I tentatively stepped further inside.

“In here,” a familiar voice called. A very familiar voice. Too familiar.

No . . . he couldn’t possibly—

I stopped short at the sight of Roman St. James standing beside his best friend Wes Allen. Wes was laid out on a bench with his foot propped up and he was very clearly in pain. I averted my eyes before Roman looked up because no. Just no. There was absolutely no way I could look that man in the eyes.

“What have we here?” I asked, dropping my bag on the ground and immediately looking over the hurt foot.

“I think I sprained it?” Wes’s voice rose an octave in question.

“I want to be sure it’s only a sprain before he moves,” Roman explained. “I know this isn’t exactly normal but I didn’t know who else to call on such short notice.”

Had Roman asked for me specifically? Was that why I’d been sent instead of someone else when the call came in?

“Of course,” I murmured, running my finger over the swollen flesh.

“That is, if it’s legal? I’m sure it’s not insurable and it is most definitely not kosher to look over someone from another team.”

I snorted at Roman’s logic. “I’m almost positive this isn’t illegal. We’re not at war, just on different teams.” Except Roman and I were very much at war, just not over this. Enemy combatants in a fight neither of us chose.

He rocked back on his heels and from the corner of my eye I could see that he was wearing a grey suit. He looked wonderful, actually, not that I noticed. Nope. I didn’t notice the way his shoulders filled out the jacket or how his stubble was perfectly trimmed to look sexy and rough at the same time. I definitely didn’t notice the way the air crackled between us.

Not one little bit.

Denial was the only way I was getting through this.

“Still, it’s very generous of the Rays to lend us your talents,” Roman murmured.

Wes gave him a funny look. “You’re acting weird.”

Roman shrugged. “Whatever. Is it broken?”

I shook my head. “Definitely not broken.”

They both sighed with relief.

Yes, it would most definitely be a problem to have the Jacksonville Waves star catcher out with a broken ankle. But why was the Waves catcher in the Tampa Bay Rays locker room?

My locker room.

“Thank God,” Wes mumbled, lying back on the bench. He was in uniform but not dirty. “I’m an idiot. You’re supposed to stop me from doing idiotic things, Roman.”

“What did you do?” I chuckled as I pulled out an emergency cold pack and a wrap.

Roman grinned and cocked his thumb over at Wes. “Knucklehead here is a romantic. He was making a video for his girlfriend when he tripped over second base.”

“Oh, the dirty jokes I could make about that one,” I giggled as I pressed the cold pack to his ankle.

Wes groaned. At six-foot-three he was a tall and truly talented catcher for the Waves. Catchers tended to be shorter but Wes made it work. I’d watched his transformation first hand in college, putting all the naysayers to shame. I was in no way surprised that he’d not only made it to the majors, but was quickly becoming the most famous catcher in the game.

“Please don’t, I feel dumb enough as it is . . . ”

“How long have you been together?” I’d almost stopped noticing exactly how close Roman was standing beside me.

Almost.

“That’s the really ridiculous part,” Roman scoffed. “Two weeks.”

Wes covered his face. “Stop making fun of me! I love, love. What’s so wrong with that?”

My heart kicked up a little bit because there was nothing wrong with a massive dirty blond ballplayer who also happened to be terribly romantic.

Roman groaned. “The problem is that you fall in love with everyone, Wes. You might want to reserve grand gestures that get your ass on the disabled list for the one.”

“She’s out there,” he grumbled.

“How do you know it isn’t this one?” I asked. I’d moved on to wrapping the ankle and ignoring the heat my body suddenly seemed to be generating simply by being in the same room with a man I desperately wanted but could never, ever have.

“Because ‘Annie’s’ gonna dump his ass the minute she sees the ankle,” Roman said.

I frowned at Roman’s subtle reference to baseball groupies. “She’s a cleat chaser?”

They both nodded. I was not a fan of the baseball groupies, or “Annies”, as our fathers called them—women who bounced from player to player for fame and financial reasons—but it was a relationship that worked for the individuals involved. The players got beautiful arm candy that stroked their egos while the women got the favors of fame. I didn’t want to know what technically happened between the sheets, but I could imagine it was more mechanical and less romantic. I didn’t begrudge anyone who chose that life if that was what they wanted. But it wasn’t me. I wanted fireworks. I wanted devotion, loyalty, and passion the likes of which I’d only seen in a few very special couples. Anything less was unacceptable.

And I’d thought I’d had it once. For six glorious weeks Roman St. James had been my world. He was fire and excitement and he had eyes only for me . . . until reality set it.

I swallowed down the lump in my throat. “You’re tall and you have weak ankles Wes, you always have. You need to be more careful.”

The room went silent and when I looked up Wes was staring at me. “How do you know I have weak ankles?”

Shit. I froze, realizing my colossal mistake. “Uh . . . ”

“Do you not know who this is?” Roman stepped in. My heart took off in a panic. What was he going to say? He wasn’t going to tell Wes, was he? “This is June Daniels.”

I held his gaze and watched as Wes tried to place me. “Papa Joe Daniels daughter?”

I nodded, hoping that the knowledge I grew up in the game was enough to satisfy Wes’s curiosity. “And,” I added, “I know ballplayers.” My father had been a famous third baseman for the Twins. I was raised in the world of baseball, just as Roman was. It was, quite literally, in my blood and the reason I’d chosen a career as an athletic trainer. It perfectly blended my two favorite things: medicine and baseball.

Wes arched a skeptical eyebrow. “You’re telling me Roman St. James intentionally called the daughter of his father’s mortal enemy to fix me up? What the hell is going on here?”

I finished wrapping the ankle and stuffed my gear back into my bag like it was on fire. I needed out of there fast.

Roman shifted back and forth on his feet. “We all went to college together, Wes. She was one of our trainers at The University of Florida.”

I sighed heavily and for the first time, locked eyes with the man I had avoided for five long years. Roman was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen and nothing had changed in that department. His skin was permanently tan from years on the field and his eyes . . . oh his eyes. They were what did me in. He had these deep brown eyes that had a way of showing everything he was feeling. They could see inside me and strip me bare.

But that wasn’t why I’d fallen for him. I’d watched Roman for a long time before anything happened and yeah, his eyes were expressive, but the only time they ever looked like that was when he was looking at me. Believe me, I’d studied that look for months after we parted ways, hoping to see him turn that gaze on another woman so I could officially hate him with every fiber of my being. But he didn’t. Not once.

Not until now.

I felt the world fall away as he searched my eyes with the softest expression. I saw regret and hope mixed together in an older and far more mature version of the man I’d once loved.

He’d been a brilliant third baseman and had a body that went with it. Six-foot-one with a strong right arm that could throw bullets across the infield with laser precision. He would have been great. Maybe one of the greatest.

“I don’t remember you and I’m pretty sure I’d remember a Daniels,” Wes said, but I barely heard him. I was trapped in Roman’s gaze. Frozen where I stood. How was it possible to feel just as strongly all these years later? It was as if no time had passed. We were still twenty-one and spending the longest, sexiest weekend of our lives alone together in a hotel room. His look turned me on every single time. How could it not? When he looked at me I was the only woman who existed. I could see and feel his need for me in that gaze.

And when he touched me? Oh yes. When his hands grazed across my skin it was fire and electricity, but deeper than that. His touch always sank inside until all I could feel was him.

I cleared my throat, trying to find my voice. “I kept away from Roman and his friends. It was best for everyone,” I finally murmured. “I should go.”

Panic flared in Roman’s eyes.

I ignored it and reached for my bag. I caught Wes’s wide eyes as I stood up. He glanced back and forth between us, jaw slack, putting together pieces he really should leave apart.

“Oh. My. God,” he finally whispered. “It’s her! She’s the one.”

My heart stopped beating. The one. As much as I wanted it to be true, I’d never allowed myself to believe Roman felt as strongly toward me as I’d felt toward him. He couldn’t. Not if he’d let me walk away.

“I should go,” I repeated and bolted for the door. Behind me I heard Wes’s voice rise up to almost a shout.

June Daniels was the secret woman that had you so fucked up? I can’t even wrap my brain around this.”

There was silence just before I heard a growl. And then as the locker room door swung shut, “Never speak about her that way ever again.”

The venom in his voice…it was intense. For me? Or for the secret we shared? If his father ever found out we’d had a relationship—

“June, wait!” Roman called out, his voice echoing off the white cinderblock walls.

I rushed forward hoping he wouldn’t see me as I rounded the corner. If I could just get back to my office I’d be safe. What could he possibly say in front of my coworkers?

But then a strong hand wrapped around my bicep and gently pulled me to a stop. “Please, June. Just let me explain.”

The warmth of his palm seared into my skin like a brand. It took my breath away. “Explain what?” I sneered, sounding much angrier than I intended. I didn’t want him to hear just how much he was affecting me, whether it was positive or negative.

“Everything.”

I screwed my eyes shut and silently counted to ten. “Everything? Like, why you’re here at my place of work in a suit, or something a bit older, like why you never apologized after our last conversation?”

His dark eyes locked onto mine. “Everything,” he repeated again, this time as a whisper. Then he seemed to remember himself and cleared his throat. “I’m here right now because we’re in negotiations for a trade to the Rays. Wes cannot afford to get hurt.”

I studied Roman—this time with intention. The suit looked good on him, so did the way his jaw ticked with frustration. Why did he have to look so appealing even when I wanted to hate him?

And then it hit me. “You’re an agent now?”

He nodded. “I am. I’m Wes’s agent. When I called Marie looking for a suggestion on who to take Wes to she suggested you.” He shrugged. “How could I say no to that?”

My jaw fell open as more pieces fell together. “Wait . . . you work for Marie?” Marie Hamilton was a very close friend of the family and one of my oldest sister’s best friends. She was CEO of Bancroft Sports, her family’s company, and, apparently, Roman’s boss?

He nodded.

“Since when?” Did Eve know about this? Or had Marie kept it a secret from all of us? Why would she ever hire a St. James when her best friends were all Daniels? It didn’t make a lick of sense.

“Six months. Marie just brought me down, partially to work this deal for Wes.” He kept searching my face, looking for some clue as to my reaction, no doubt.

And at this point I was so shocked that I had no idea what kind of expression I had on my face or what he was able to read in my responses. What I did know was that I needed to escape. An overwhelming need to flee had taken over my entire body.

“If Wes takes it easy he should be good as new next week.” I turned to leave, but he stopped me again, and damn it all, I loved the feeling of his large hand on my arm. It was familiar and unleashed a longing deep inside my chest.

“Wait.” He yanked his hand away as if he’d been burned, then ran it through his dark hair. “Thank you for this.”

I nodded, not trusting myself to look into his eyes again. “Of course. This is what I do.”

“And I hear you do it very, very well.” There was deep admiration in his voice that made my pride swell in ways that it really shouldn’t.

“Marie is biased. She thinks of me as a sister.”

“That’s not where I heard about you.”

For some reason, that admission took my breath away. “Are you checking into me?”

He didn’t say anything. Instead he slid both his hands onto my arms and turned me to face him. And I let him, mostly because I seemed to have lost all feeling in my limbs or ability to string together thoughts that didn’t involve the way my pulse pounded in my veins or the way the air around us seemed to be alive.

I didn’t dare look up into his eyes again. I knew if I did I wouldn’t be able to look away, so instead I stared at his throat where his collar and tie pushed up against his Adam’s apple.

And that didn’t help at all, because all it did was remind me how much I loved the way his body moved—always so fluidly together—from his eyes to his jaw, all the way down his strong shoulders to his trim waist, and over his muscular thighs.

I sucked in a little breath and held it.

Did he feel this? Was his body humming with need and recognition like mine? Was his mind spinning faster than he could form thoughts?

“June,” he whispered, and I knew right then by the strangled way it came out that he was absolutely as affected as I was. “Please look at me.” His fingers tightened on my arms. “I’ve never stopped thinking about you.”

I looked up and the need in his eyes slammed into me like a wave. “Five years.” I tossed out the time it had been since we’d last spoken like a shield.

I’m sorry. I’ve owed you those two words for so long.”

And I’d waited to hear them, but it wasn’t enough. It felt . . . incomplete. “You’re sorry?”

“Yes. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for the things I said but I’m even sorrier that I was so fucking stupid.”

“You weren’t stupid,” I bit out. An uncontrollable anger roared back to the surface. I’d fantasized a million different ways to make him hurt the way he’d hurt me. He’d gotten that satisfaction—seeing the pain in my eyes—right before I walked away. I hoped leaving him had hurt him but I didn’t know for sure and I certainly never got to see it. “You were weak.

He flinched, and for a moment the satisfaction was everything I needed . . . until it wasn’t. He blinked several times and took a careful breath. “Well, that is something very different.”

I’d hurt him, just like I wanted, and instead of feeling relief or triumph or even closure, all I felt was wrong.

He cleared his throat and let his hands drop away from me. “I was stupid but you’re right, I was also weak.” He struggled to get that last word out. “I was stupid to waste the best thing that ever happened to me. I was even stupider for just standing there when you left. But you’re right, I was also weak.”

The two inches that separated us felt more like a mile of open black space that I was about to tip forward into and free fall to my own death. I knew Roman was a bad idea from the moment I felt the first pull of lust, but I’d ignored it. What was wrong with a little mental fantasizing about a hot ballplayer? But then we’d gotten stuck together in a dugout during a rainstorm. Alone. While he was on one of the most painful phone calls I’d ever had to listen to.

George St. James, Roman’s father, was an asshole. Girls have stage moms: the intense ladies who make their daughters act and enter beauty pageants to fulfill some sort of lost fantasy of their childhood, but boys had something similar: sports dads. And a sports dad who happened to be a Hall of Famer and had a superiority complex? George was the worst. He’d pushed Roman so hard and on that particular day I’d seen a young man defeated.

But then he’d put the phone away and steeled himself. And a minute later he’d asked me about my classes with genuine interest. No hate. No vendetta. Just genuine interest. He didn’t care about the feud any more than I did.

I started to fall for him right then and there. It wasn’t immediate. Ours was more of a long, slow, pleasurable slide into oblivion. But, as it turned out, the end wasn’t a soft landing. It was a painful kick in the ass.

“I should get back to work,” I murmured, reaching behind me for the wall.

“Can I buy you coffee?” He blurted it out so loud it echoed off the walls.

“No.”

“Please?”

I let out a frustrated sigh. “Why? Why would I do that, Roman?”

“Because we’re more than a failed affair.”

That was putting it mildly. “Whatever we were doesn’t matter anymore.”

“Yes it does.”

I didn’t understand why he was being so stubborn. Now. In the bowels of Tropicana Stadium. He could have written me an email or found me anytime in the last five years to apologize, but he didn’t.

“Why, Roman? Why now after all this time?”

“Have coffee with me and I’ll explain.”

“Explain now and then we can talk about coffee.”

He groaned and ran his hand over his face. “This isn’t going the way I hoped.”

“And what way is that?” Had he expected me to be pliant? To fall into his arms and let him kiss me?

“Well for one I didn’t think I’d spend more time concentrating on keeping my distance than actually saying what I need to say.” He threw his hands onto his hips and glared at me.

“I don’t understand what that means. Keeping your distance?

“It means,” he growled, “that you keep licking your lips and breathing heavy and looking at me with those big fucking blue eyes that you know make me forget everything, and all I want to do is kiss you so hard you forget the last six years. Forget everything that happened between us before so I could meet you right now, for the first time.”

Oh. Well then . . .

He stepped into me before I could form a reply and ran a hand along my cheek. I closed my eyes and leaned into his touch before I could stop myself—it was instinct when it came to Roman.

“June . . . ” he whispered. His words reached inside me to places I’d closed off long, long ago. I couldn’t breathe. How was this possible? I’d had many fantasies about Roman over the years, but never this. Not even close.

“What about the feud?” I whispered. Even if I was open to the idea of a relationship with the man who had completely broken my heart, it didn’t change the fact that our families hated each other.

“Fuck the feud. It’s not our fight.”

But it was. Family loyalty meant a lot to me. He knew that. “I can’t do that.”

Pain flickered in the dark brown of his eyes. “Then I’ll just have to prove it to you. The feud is in the past and you will fall back in love with me. There is no other woman on this earth for me and I know there is no other man for you.”

I hated that he was right almost as much as I loved hearing how he felt about me.

I took his hands and gingerly removed them from my body. Each movement hurt on a deep molecular level. I wanted Roman. I wanted him desperately. But I couldn’t have him. Not with the feud and not with what had happened between us. Attraction was wonderful and maybe there’d been a shot at love for us once upon a time, but those days were long gone. The reality was that we could never be together. Not in any healthy, sane way.

He looked absolutely tortured by the way I pushed him back, but I knew it was what I had to do. “Goodbye, Roman.” I turned and walked away, my footsteps echoing with each step I took like some sort of doomsday clock.

“You’ve got that wrong, June,” he called. When I looked back he was standing exactly where I’d left him, his head down and his hands thrust into his pockets. “This isn’t goodbye. This was hello.”

I shook my head. “What does that even mean?”

He looked up, a huge grin on his handsome face and a gorgeous light in his eyes. “It means this was the beginning of something brand new.”

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For me this wasn’t just daydreaming about a fairytale romance. If I was ever going to love someone he needed to be a fighter. No one else could endure the secrets that surround my family or survive the sacrifices that would be required to escape them. An ordinary love and an ordinary man simply wouldn’t do.

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This isn’t any love story.

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Love isn’t easy. If there is one thing I’ve learned, that’s it. Love doesn’t last because it’s perfect or fate, it’s because two people decided to fight for it. They hold on tighter than anyone else when times get tough. And right now, times are really tough.

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Burn: Excerpt #2

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This sweet little quote happens just a little before the excerpt below…

“I actually have a thing about restraint . . . ” he said. “No restraints. Ever. I prefer mind games.”

“Mind games?” This was either going to be awesome or a deal breaker.

“Roll over and put your hands above your head. Don’t move. Not one muscle. You can be as loud as you wish . . . but do not move.”

Oh . . . mind games. Instead of physically restraining me, Michael got off on mentally restraining me. I could definitely play these games.

Once I was settled exactly as Michael had requested: on my back, hands clasped above my head, legs spread, he settled over me and took my right nipple into his mouth. He sucked and licked. He worked me until I was damn near incoherent, then pulled back.

I was about to implode from holding still (I made sure to tell him exactly how hard it was to keep from moving since he’d specifically requested I be loud) when he reached over to the nightstand and opened another condom.

He took his time rolling in on, with his eyes locked onto mine. There was some sort of connection taking place. His mind games weren’t just tricks to help us get off on a sexual high. This was more. This was two very fucked up souls finding solace in each other.

“Who are you, Ava?”

I swallowed. I was naked to this man, literally and emotionally. There was desperation in his eyes. There was no way I could lie to him—no way I could ever hide and be able to live with myself.

“I’m not sure if I know the answer to that yet,” I whispered. “I haven’t had a chance to find out.”

It was the most honest answer I’d ever given anyone. It was terrifying to admit I was more reaction than anything else. Ava Hanson wasn’t really anyone specific. She didn’t stand for something or build anything. She was a result of circumstances, just fighting to get through each day.

It was soul crushing every single time I thought about it.

His eyes softened. “You’re a survivor.”

My heart skipped a beat. “And who are you, Michael?” As far as I could tell he was a psychic sex god, but I knew that was as much a mask as the one I wore.

“I’m a fighter,” he said with a nod. “I don’t know much, but I know that.” A look came over him—a focused, lust-filled, determination—as he prowled across the mattress.

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Burn: Excerpt #1

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“I’ll win.” A flutter of hope filled my chest as the mood lightened. It was gone just as fast as it appeared. Michael leaned forward in a flash so that we were nose to nose and I had no choice but to stare into those devastating baby blues.

“No, babe. You won’t. I’m the best there ever was.”

“And the cockiest.” I loved a good challenge and Michael was bringing out my competitive side.

He smiled. “Oh, I’m cocky. I’m also good.” His eyes dropped to my lips for a split second. “You know that.”

I tried very hard to keep my breathing even, despite the fact that Michael was turning me on in every way possible. “And you know I’m so good you’ll forget your own name.”

He sucked in a breath and swallowed. I watched as his Adam’s apple moved up and down. Oh god. I wanted to watch him as he moved over me, all over again. Memories weren’t enough. Not with him right here.

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Fight or flight, the most basic human response. A moment where you have to decide whether to risk everything or run away. Once you choose, there’s no going back.

I never guessed the problems that followed Theo Sutherland could be so dark. It was almost impossible to believe that the quiet billionaire was actually a criminal. And not just any criminal, but a brilliant thief-turned-traitor with a bounty on his head.

Being with Theo was dangerous for both my heart and my safety. But together…oh, together we were magic. Passion and emotion that exploded in the most intense pleasure I’d ever known. Theo knew me without knowing anything about me. It was as if he filled up the parts of me that never felt quite whole.
How could I walk away from that? People went their whole lives without ever feeling what we’d built in a few short months. I honestly didn’t know how I was going to choose when the time came, and the time was coming fast. The past was ready for revenge and the only question was whether it took me down with it.

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One heartbeat.

That’s all that separates us from the life we’ve known and everything that could change it.

One kiss.

Was all it took to change mine.

Theo was rich and handsome, brilliant and powerful, but he wasn’t a hero or a prince charming. And let’s be honest, I wasn’t exactly a damsel in distress. I wanted Theo, so I took him. Hard and passionately without any regard for the consequences.

At first it was just sex. Wild sex. Fantastic sex. But once wasn’t enough and I got greedy. In all fairness, so did he. One thing led to another and before either of us knew what was happening our lives were tangled up and messy. Inextricably linked. I’d fallen in love with a stranger.

And that was the problem.

Theo Sutherland was a man with a dark past and a price on his head. My life was at stake just for being with him.

One kiss was all it took to make me believe in love.

One heartbeat was all it took to turn him into the hero he never thought he’d be.

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My Shelf Monday: Personal Geography by Tamsen Parker!

IMG_3602Hey gang! Guess what? My Shelf Monday (#MyShelfMonday) is back for the next few weeks! I’ve missed this segment of my blog and I’m so happy to have a bunch of great books to share with all of you! First up is Personal Geography by Tamsen Parker!

The first book in a three book series, Personal Geography is romantic, suspenseful, and pretty much everything I look for in a romance. I relate to the heroine, I want the hero to be real, and I desperately want their happily ever after.

Tamsen did a great job of leaving me wondering where things were going, all while weaving a very interesting tale. These characters are dynamic and different from your normal heroine/hero combos. Things I enjoyed about this book and series:

  • Beta dominant hero! Yes, you read that correctly! Our hero, Cris, is a dominant, but he’s also a beta (which in the land of Alexis Anne is equivalent to finding gold.) For more on the breakdown of Alpha/Beta/Gamma characters check out Dear Author, Olivia Kelly, or my personal favorite by Suzanne Brockman.
  • Dueling personalities = finding your person = finding yourself along the way. I have serious soft spots for people with dueling personalities. In this case we have Cris, the dominant beta, but we also have India, the strong independent woman who lets it all go in the playroom to be a submissive. She has to have both as she navigates her life or nothing makes sense. It’s in the course of navigating these personalities that Cris comes into her life, helping her see herself in a new way, and putting together puzzle pieces of her life that she has been unable to piece together before now. He doesn’t do it for her, but he is integral in helping her over the wall she’s put up in her life. This is my crack.
  • Interesting characters. Nuff said.
  • Sexy times that are well researched and demonstrate a careful and respectful attitude toward sex, power dynamics, and BDSM. Really, I can’t say enough about how well researched this book is. Yes, there as stuff that made me hide the book under the bed. Yes, these are flawed characters who make bad decisions from time to time, but Tamsen carefully walks us through the steps of psychology and action.
  • Enough fantasy to let go and enjoy, mixed with enough reality to make me feel connected to the characters ands story.
  • Cris’s house in Hawaii. WANT!

Now for the fun! I have this paperback copy Personal Geography up for grabs! To enter to win, simply comment with your favorite season (Fall, Winter, Summer or Spring) on this blog post, the Facebook post, Twitter, or Instagram. One random winner will be selected from the entrants on Tuesday, September 8th, 2015.

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Read These Things

I couldn’t come up with a great headline for this baby, so I went with a command. I hope I wasn’t too harsh. But here’s the thing: there are lots and lots of new goodies out there for you guys to read and I feel compelled to tell you all the things. So without any ado (because why waste time when, books) here are the things you need right now:

We’ll tackle the tamer stuff first. In no particular order:

How to Fall by Mary Chris Escobar–a novella following my favorite lady (and the man she will fall in love with) from How to be Alive! It’s a lovely story, perfect for anyone looking to escape the cold in the middle of winter!

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Christmas Clash by Dana Volney- I love Dana’s books because they make me happy. Do you want to be happy and read about Christmas? Then you should check out this book!

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RSVP by AL Parks- the final installment in the Return to Me series involves a wedding gone wrong/terribly right. If you haven’t started the series yet, start now. The first book is free. You’re welcome.

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12 Days of Christmakwanzaha Blog Hop– the best thing about this one? ALL FREE! That’s right, every single stop on this blog hop was a FREE short story. Some are special companion stories to existing novels (Like my follow up with Jake and Eve from The Storm Inside), while others were all new flash fiction in a total mishmash of genres. It’s awesome! Go forth and read.

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Now, for those us with dirtier minds:

Callie, Unwrapped by Amy Jo Cousins- well written erotica. Yep, you heard me right! Erotica (something for everyone here!) that is brilliantly written with a compelling storyline. I almost want to call this Women’s Fiction Erotica, but that makes no sense, so ignore me. But, bottom line, if you like reading beautiful prose filled with sex, then get this first book in the series by Amy Jo. Again, you’re welcome.

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In Bed with the Transforming Alien Robot– more erotica, this time involving a transformer sent to Earth to learn about us..and subsequently falling in love with a human grappling with some feminist stuff. It’s very different and there are sexy times with a robot, what more could you want? (Also, I love having dirty friends, just saying! My inbox is an awesome place to be! …. wait, that sounded dirtier than I meant it to.)

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Personal Geography— I haven’t read this one yet, but people I know and admire have said it is a must-read. Plus Tamsen is sweet and smart and I totally can’t wait to read it myself! I get the impression it is BDSM for the thinking woman. It sounds perfect!

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The Hive–sex without a whole lot of story, The Hive is erotica about a secret exclusive sex club ruled by women. For those of us with sexy needs and not a lot of time, The Hive is good, dirty fun!

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Payne: A Kelly Family Novella by Lashell Collins- super sexy cops and romance. ‘Nuff said. The first book in this series is also free. Go forth and read!

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One final note: Stripped 2 is out now, too! So if you’re in the mood for sexy times with romance and music, then check out the latest installment in my serial!

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My Shelf Monday: Love in English

I’ve been doing lots of reading…but not the kind I can share here (yet!) I’ve gotten my hot little hands on an absolute deluge of beta copies, critiques, and early work from my friends. It is awesome for me, but less awesome for you, since I can’t exactly share unpublished books!

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However! (You knew there was more to this than bragging about all the cool books I get to read, right?!?!) I did go to Book Bash last week and came home with a haul of new and exciting stuff to read. The first one I’m cracking open is “Love, in English” by Karina Halle. I have heard great things about this book and the description has be chomping at the bit! Check it out:

He’s thirty-eight. I’m twenty-three. 

He speaks Spanish. I speak English. 

He lives in Spain. I live in Canada. 

He dresses in thousand-dollar suits. I’m covered in tattoos. 

He’s married and has a five-year old daughter. 

I’m single and can’t commit to anyone or anything. 

Until now.Because when they say you can’t choose who you fall in love with, boy ain’t that the damn truth. 

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To a restless dreamer like Vera Miles, it sounded like the experience of a lifetime. Instead of spending her summer interning for her astronomy major, she would fly to Spain where she’d spend a few weeks teaching conversational English to businessmen and women, all while enjoying free room and board at an isolated resort. But while Vera expected to get a tan, meet new people and stuff herself with wine and paella, she never expected to fall in love. 

Mateo Casalles is unlike anyone Vera has ever known, let alone anyone she’s usually attracted to. While Vera is a pierced and tatted free spirit with a love for music and freedom, Mateo is a successful businessman from Madrid, all sharp suits and cocky Spanish charm. Yet, as the weeks go on, the two grow increasingly close and their relationship changes from purely platonic to something…more. 

Something that makes Vera feel alive for the first time. 

Something that can never, ever be. 


 

I have no idea what to expect, other than the unexpected and a really good time! I have a massive girl-crush on Karina Halle and I’m always excited to read her stuff. Have any of you read it yet? What did you think? If you haven’t, grab a copy ($3.99) and read along with me!

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