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Dive Into Summer With The New And Improved CAROLINA HEAT

It is hot. Hot and sticky here in Maryland. Instead of whining about it, I embraced it by re-releasing my first book! Carolina Heat has a new, hotter cover and some new material inside, too. I can't wait for you to dive in - here's the romantic, suspenseful blurb:


Investigative journalist Annabelle Carlyle is stunned by the personal twist of her latest assignment: her best friend Vanessa is missing. Annabelle goes undercover in the Old South to search for answers. Full of thick accents and a way of life rooted in the past, Charleston is as foreign and strange a place as any she's visited. Before finding a single clue, Annabelle encounters a sexy man she can't shake.

Tall, dark and charming, Mark Dering is happy to show the gorgeous Yankee his hometown. He's captivated by the quick witted, quick tempered redhead. But when they're shot at, he realizes she's far more than just another tourist. Soon they're deep into a mystery that goes way back to the Civil War. For once Annabelle is in over her head. Desperate to find Vanessa, she reluctantly accepts Mark's help and it isn't long before romance blooms.

The stakes grow higher when a body is discovered. Someone is willing to kill to keep a century old Confederate secret hidden. With her best friend missing and a killer on the loose, it's the worst possible moment for Mark to try and unlock Annabelle's heart. Or is love exactly what her life's been missing?


 Read on for a peek at the first chapter of Carolina Heat:

“Ready to go?” Mark slid in beside her.
“You have no idea. I’ve been fantasizing about getting horizontal.” She leaned her head against the seat with a sigh.
“Really?” He drew out the word slowly.
“Really, what?”
“You’ve known me for five minutes and you’re already fantasizing about me?”
Heat rushed to her face as her unintentional double meaning registered. “Oh, no. I mean, that certainly wasn’t an invitation.” Now he probably thought she was either a slut, or incredibly rude. This wasn’t going well.
Mark’s laugh rumbled from deep in his chest. “It’s okay. I’m not that easy.”
Annabelle twisted to face him, relieved he had a sense of humor. “I’m so sorry. I’ve completely lost the ability to form a coherent sentence that isn’t a come on or an insult. You see, I’ve been awake for two days straight, and three different zones of jet lag caught up to me the moment I stepped off the plane.”
“Not a problem. In fact, why don’t you sleep on it, and decide tomorrow if you’d like to repeat either the insult or the come on. Your choice.”
Annabelle surprised herself by giggling. The tall, dark and hot man was both funny and remarkably even-tempered. She could hardly remember the last time she’d flirted, let alone been on a date. His easy smile stirred something in her long dormant.
The assignment here probably wouldn’t be too taxing. Charleston wasn’t known as a hotbed of intrigue. A little fling might be just what she needed to shake off the boredom and dissatisfaction that had been dogging her steps.
“It’s a nice offer. Surprisingly nice, since I’ve acted like a complete idiot in the five minutes since we met.” But then her reporter’s instinct kicked in a healthy dose of suspicion. “Why are you so desperate for a date? Are you married? Hoping to squeeze in a little action while you’re in town for a conference?”
Mark held up both hands in a time-out gesture. “Whoa! Do you always go from zero to sixty in less than a minute?”
Pretty much. “I don’t like wasting time. And I don’t mince words.”
“Yeah, I noticed. Happen to be a big fan of telling it like it is myself. But you took a mighty big leap from us splitting a cab to labeling me a low-life cheat.”
Annabelle’s eyes stayed locked on his. “It was more of a question than an accusation. Plan on answering?”
Mark shoved a hand through his hair. “Not married, not seeing anyone, and I live right here in Charleston. If you need more extensive qualifications, I can pull together a resume and list of references by breakfast.”
“Point taken. Sorry, I’ll dial back the interrogation.” She dropped her gaze to her lap. “I’m not embarrassed to admit I’ve been burned a few times. It’s possible I overreacted.”
“Could also be possible you don’t give yourself enough credit.” Mark gently lifted her chin. “Annabelle, you’re a beautiful woman. Refreshingly honest, and it’s obvious you don’t play games. Why assume that desperation is the only reason I want to spend time with you?”
Relief flooded through her as the cab slowed to an idle in front of a long picket fence. It was all the excuse she needed to duck his question. “This must be my B&B.”
The back of his knuckles met her cheek in a light caress.  “Thanks for sharing the cab. But I’m afraid you can’t escape so easily.”
“What do you mean?”
“Can’t let you leave until I know if you’ll meet me tomorrow. I want a chance to take you on a real date, find out what’s going on behind those shimmering green eyes. Hell, I don’t even know your last name, or what you do.”
It took all of Annabelle’s willpower not to rub against his hand. He had a magic touch. “If I told you now, what we would talk about tomorrow?”
A wide grin took over his entire face. “Great! It’s a date.”
She gave a quick head shake. “Not quite. But I am open to the possibility. I’ll take your advice and sleep on it. You know where I’m staying, so come by tomorrow afternoon.”
“Fair enough.” He scooted out and retrieved her bags.   
“I’m taking a chance here, Mark. Don’t disappoint me,” she warned.
“Wouldn’t dream of it. But there’s a good chance I’ll dream of you tonight, Miss Annabelle.” His appraising look was more intimate than a touch, so much so that her skin tingled as the cab pulled away.

#MySexySaturday ~ A Beach Read For Your Holiday Weekend! @MySexySaturday #Saturday7 #MSSAuthors

Welcome to #MySexySaturday! This week's theme is My Sexy Love, so I've got a scene from Love At High Tide for you where the hero first starts to really fall for the heroine. Plus, the whole thing is set at the beach - perfect for a holiday weekend!

Darcy’s arms encircled his waist. Coop jerked in surprise, then relaxed into the loose embrace. An empathetic hug had not been on his list of expected reactions. In fact, he’d kind of expected her to walk away from his worthless, sorry ass. Instead, she pressed her chest into his back,
cheek pillowed on his shoulder. It soothed him like aloe on a bad sunburn. Not registering any judgment from her soothed him even more.

“Coop, I don’t know what to say.”

Now that, he had expected. “Join the club. Nobody knows what to say. How to deal with me. That’s why my family sent me out here to our beach house. Give me some time and space to get my head together.”

“That could take a while. How together was your head before all of this?”

The teasing jab, delivered while she still hugged him, gave him a dose of normalcy his family didn’t. They all walked on eggshells when they spoke to him. It was about time someone yanked his chain. Coop tugged on her arm until she moved between him and the rail.

“Maybe I don’t need space after all. Maybe what I really need is someone to share my space.” He caged her in with his arms. The scent of lemons and vanilla floated off her waves of hair. Coop buried his nose and took a good whiff. Now he wanted to smell that on her everywhere.

Darcy arched her neck, giving him better access. She flattened her palms against his chest. “Are you asking me to move in with you? Because I think we should at least have dinner before making that sort of commitment."

Want to know more about this ultimate beach read?
Darcy Trent is lucky Cooper Hudson is on hand to sweep her off her feet—literally—when she nearly drowns while swimming in the ocean. But life-saving aside, Mr. Perfect's timing stinks: Darcy's career is about to take her to the complete opposite side of the Atlantic. Still, a little summer loving with the tall, blond and sexy former cop is far too tempting to pass up.
When his plans to enter the Secret Service went south thanks to a bum knee, Coop retreated to the family beach house to mull his future. Romance is the last thing on his mind, until he fishes a curvy brunette out of the sea. Now, spending time in Darcy's arms seems like the ideal distraction, even if it is just for a week.
But with Darcy's departure date fast approaching and their careers on the line, can they realize in time that their beach fling might become the real thing?

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A Hilarious Wedding Romance Release!

You are cordially invited to the event of the season, the release of THIS WEDDING IS DOOMED, a continuity by Stephanie Draven, Jeannie Lin, Shawntelle Madison, and Amanda Berry. In these stories of matrimonial madness, unexpected couples find their happily ever after at a wedding that’s counting down to disaster…
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And now, for an excerpt from Stephanie Draven’s SEX, LIES AND KARMIC CATASTROPHES!

“I’ll tell you what I really think,” Blake said, tilting his head in a way that made the dark aura of mistrust around him evaporate into bright pink passion. “I really think you should let me kiss you.”

He leaned in, his handsome face coming closer and closer, until she was warmed by his minty breath. His arms wrapped around her and an instant later, she felt the familiar rush of warmth on her skin that left her helpless to do anything but yield to his mouth as it brushed against hers.

It was a soft, tender, kiss, the golden whiskers of his close-trimmed goatee tickling her face. Then the kiss deepened, charged with a giddy sexual energy that emboldened Penny to kiss back.

This kiss was nothing like the sweet kisses back in high school. This was a grown-up kiss, so intense it left her a little breathless, and sent her heart beating so fast she thought it might explode. It must have exploded, because she heard the sound. A dozen little pops that ended in a ka-boom!

Startled, Penny leapt to her feet, chilled by the cool air in the space between their bodies. “What was that?”

“Jumpy much?” he asked, touching the corner of his lip as if savoring the lingering taste of their kiss. “It sounded like champagne corks,” he said, rising to stalk toward her, his eyes still bright with lust. “It’s a wedding. This is a celebration, Penny.”

Yes, it was. He’d kissed her. He’d just kissed her. And she’d kissed him back. After all these years, they were kissing again, and it made her want to clink a crystal glass in a celebratory toast or spin around on her toes. But then she remembered that they were at someone else’s wedding…where she was the other woman.

“As best man, shouldn’t you, I dunno, be making sure everything’s okay?”

“No can do,” he said, with mock gravity.

“Why not?” He looked down at himself, to where his vest cut snugly over his dress shirt. “My bow tie is all undone and I don’t know how to tie it. Can’t let the guests see me looking slovenly.”

“C’mere,” she said with a nervous laugh, sliding her hands up to his collar and taking the ends of the black tie in hand. “I know what to do with it.”

“Oh, me too,” he said, suddenly tugging the satin free of her fingertips.

With a quick grab, Blake brought her hands together and wound the tie around her wrists—a deft move that both mesmerized her and stole her breath away.

Titillated, teased, and a tiny bit terrified, Penny asked, “What are you doing?”

“Trussing you up,” Blake said, tugging her bound hands over his neck, trapping himself in her embrace. “You don’t think I’m gonna let you get away from me as easily as I did back in high school, do you?”

Sweet And Oh-So-Sexy Next Installment In The Hard Ink Series!

You know when you love a series so much that you literally count down the days until the next book release? That's how I am with Laura Kaye's Hard Ink series. So I'm thrilled to announce that it is finally release day for Jeremy & Charlie's story!

Hard Ink Tattoo owner Jeremy Rixey has taken on his brother’s stateside fight against the forces that nearly killed Nick and his Special Forces team a year before. Now, Jeremy’s whole world has been turned upside down—not the least of which by a brilliant, quiet blond man who tempts Jeremy to settle down for the first time ever.

Recent kidnapping victim Charlie Merritt has always been better with computers than people, so when he’s drawn into the SF team’s investigation of his army colonel father’s corruption, he’s surprised to find acceptance and friendship—especially since his father never accepted who Charlie was. Even more surprising is the heated tension Charlie feels with sexy, tattooed Jeremy, Charlie’s opposite in almost every way.

With tragedy and chaos all around them, temptation flashes hot, and Jeremy and Charlie can’t help but wonder why they’re trying so hard to be good...


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The gloriously sexy excerpt:
     “You should be inside celebrating,” Jeremy said, his voice a raw scrape. “You and Marz did an amazing thing this morning.” An hour ago, Marz and Charlie had cracked open a heavily encrypted microchip that contained a wealth of information that not only seemed likely to help the team clear its name, but proved that Charlie’s father hadn’t been dirty, like they’d all thought. “And I’m so happy for you about your dad.”
     A wounded darkness passed through Charlie’s gaze, but he finally nodded. “Didn’t feel right without you there.” Pink filtered into his cheeks, and damn if that wasn’t as cute as it was sexy. Jeremy wasn’t sure anything had ever made him blush.
     “I’m just not—” Jeremy shrugged and looked down at Charlie’s chest again. Having seen the guy dress more than once, he knew that shirt covered lean muscle that ran from strong shoulders down to his narrow hips. Jeremy fisted his hands against the urge to burrow them under the hem of the tee. After weeks of looking, and wanting, he was dying to touch. Jeremy found Charlie hard to read though, and hadn’t wanted to do anything to scare him off. “—very good company right now. I’m sorry if that—”
     Charlie nudged Jeremy’s chin up with his hand, his fingers just barely touching Jer’s stubble-covered skin. But then his thumb landed softly against his lips.
     Jeremy’s heartbeat kicked up and his lips fell open. Slowly, oh so tentatively, Charlie stroked the soft pad of his thumb back and forth across them.
     “Charlie,” Jeremy whispered as arousal surged through his body, spiking his pulse, tensing his muscles, hardening his dick.
     Uncertainty poured off Charlie as the man’s hand trembled where it touched him, but those blue eyes absolutely blazed desire. No way was Jeremy imagining that.
     “You’re always good company, to me,” Charlie said in a low voice, his gaze dropping to Jeremy’s lips. Charlie leaned in closer, and closer still, and Jeremy could hardly believe the other man was the one to initiate this. But he was fucking thrilled.
     Jeremy swallowed, his lips anticipating that first soft brush. Charlie was so close his shaky breath caressed Jeremy’s lips. His pace was maddening but so damn sexy Jer could barely breathe. And then Charlie’s eyelids fluttered closed and he was right there…

And don’t miss the other Hard Ink books, now available:

Praise for the Hard Ink Series:

"TOP PICK! If you're looking for danger, gritty action, and sizzling passion, then Kaye has just the book and the series for you." ~RT Book Reviews Magazine

About Laura Kaye:

Laura is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over twenty books in contemporary and paranormal romance and romantic suspense. Growing up, Laura’s large extended family believed in the supernatural, and family lore involving angels, ghosts, and evil-eye curses cemented in Laura a life-long fascination with storytelling and all things paranormal. She lives in Maryland with her husband, two daughters, and cute-but-bad dog, and appreciates her view of the Chesapeake Bay every day.

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#TeaserTuesday A HOT Excerpt from ALL FOR YOU

It is freezing - well, below freezing, actually - outside. So I'm sharing an excerpt today designed to heat you up from the inside out!


Zane curled his palm around her jaw. Thumbed across the apple of her cheek to gently stroke the soft contours of her pink lips. “Hi, Casey. It’s nice to see you.”
“Ditto.”
“I didn’t stop thinking about you the whole time I was gone.”
“Me, neither. I dreamed about you,” she admitted, color flooding into her face.
He liked the sound of that. Might even insist on a play-by-play re-enactment to see how it meshed with his waking fantasies about her. “Wanna make out?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
Zane twisted from his core to roll her beneath him in one, swift move. Then he paused. Just…looked. Pink still flushed her cheeks. Anticipation sparkled her eyes. And her lips…yeah, that was enough looking for now. Zane bit her bottom lip and gently tugged. She responded by extending her tongue to lick the edge of his top lip.
“Tease.” God, he was grateful for it. Women who took sex too seriously bored the pants right back onto him. Nobody should check their personalities at the edge of the mattress.
“You started it.”
He pressed his wrist into the small of her back, urging her to arch against him. Casey flowed up like water. Her hips pulsed once. His cock gave an answering lurch that tripped a moan from her. Zane locked his lips onto hers, tongue mimicking the motion of their hips. She tasted of chocolate and heat.
It was hard to concentrate on the friction and slide of their tangling tongues. The shockwave of sensations from their kisses mingled with the goose bumps erupting on his back. Casey had worked her hand beneath his new Sagamore T-shirt to make long sweeps along his spine. The slow, undulating rhythm reminded him of a tide pushing against the shore. Or the way he’d move once he finally got inside her.
Casey expressed her passion in her soft touch, the way she constantly moved beneath him, the breathy way she urged him on with the almost purrs emanating from the back of her throat. Zane needed no urging. “Want more, gorgeous?”
Bringing both hands up to frame his face, Casey deliberately opened her eyes to lock that forest-green gaze onto his. “Whatever you’ve got,” she challenged.
Zane captured her wandering hands. They were too much of a distraction, would push him too fast. So he locked both wrists in one firm hand above her head. Used the other hand to trace a line down the underside of her bare arm, tracing the delicate blue veins to her elbow. Casey shivered. He kept going, all the way to where the armhole of her white tank pulled taut against the rise of her breast. From there, it was an easy sweep with his thumb to pull the stretchy fabric down.
The late afternoon sun streaming in the windows pooled conveniently across her chest. Her bra was all lace, swirling patterns that in no way hid the change in color from her tan breast to the pale coral of her nipples. Zane’s breath caught in his throat. “You know you’re beautiful, right?”
A moment of silence. Almost silence, rather, as the open windows let in the rustle of the breeze through the trees. “Not all of us are as self-assured as you.”
“Casey, you’re a work of art. Soft, like gold, but laid over a strong core of platinum. With the glorious textures and colors of an oil painting. The delicacy of a spun sugar orchid. I could stare at you all day.”
“I hope you’re going to do more than just stare.”
“You interrupted before I could tell you what I’d like to do all night.” Zane lowered his head. Didn’t bother with any tentative licks along the edge of her tan line. No, he just planted his mouth right on the center and sucked. Hard. Hard enough that the nipple immediately pebbled into a rigid nub. Perfect. Zane pulled again, and then flicked his tongue quickly to push it against his teeth. The added pressure set her body to squirming beneath him.

“That’s so good,” she whispered.
Zane couldn’t answer. Not with a mouth full of the most perfect breast he’d ever tasted. With his teeth, he tugged at the wet lace, knowing the slight scratch of it would…ah, yes. Casey surged up, almost pulling out of his grip. Quickly he switched hands on her wrists and moved to the other breast. Equal time was important.
As though she’d read his mind, Casey murmured, “Hey, I want to be fair. Isn’t it your turn?”
So weird. How come women never got how much it turned men on to pleasure them? “Trust me, I’m taking my turn.”
Her brows drew together in the classic signal that she didn’t believe him. “Are you just trying to impress me?”
“Buttercup, if I was trying to impress you, we wouldn’t be on the floor.” 


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