Thursday, May 18, 2017

New Release: Fated Desires by Becky Flade

It's been a while since I had an author interview, and this is a fun one. Becky and I have been friends since we both started publishing with Crimson Romance. She's just a little bit cray (in the *best* possible way!), and I so hope you enjoy it!

LR: What’s the most compelling thing about Fated Desires, the thing that’s kept your butt in the chair through hours of writing and revising?

BF: Fated Desires was, to date, the hardest book to write. Which was totally Jenna’s fault. I often didn’t like her, even though I understood her. And she was going through the hardest time. I know that’s a big claim to make considering what both Maggie and Henley were dealing with in their respective stories, but for Jenna, there’s no bad guy, no stalker, no crazy ex-lover or former patient. Nope, my girl Jenna had to deal with her fractured sense of self and a young child whom was acting-out. It made this one an emotional and, I hope, compelling read.

LR: I bet it is! Now, Fated Desires is the third book in a series, right? How do you keep track of characters from one book to the next? Do the books share characters &/or themes?

BF: Yep, Fated Desires is the third book in what I loosely call the Trappers’ Cove series. Honestly, I keep my Kindle near my computer so I can spot check facts and guarantee a certain degree of continuity. Continuity errors have nearly ruined the X-men movies for me. Ha! Maggie and Aidan, the lovers from Fated Souls, are in every book. They are the glue that holds the series together.

LR: Cool. I love Maggie and Aidan! Changing direction a little, which book or author has influenced you the most? What is it about their work that grabs you?

BF: I’d have say Nora Roberts has probably influenced me the most. I read the bodice rippers back in the day and while I love myself a good hero, I never really connected with the heroines. Nora was probably the first author I can remember who wrote heroines I could respect. Strong and flawed women that gave as good as they got. That I could see myself reflected in (I may not be a hero, per se, but I’m definitely not a DID nor shrinking violet).

LR: I know you must get asked this a lot, but how do you find time to write when you’ve got a day job and family?

BF: I drink way too much coffee and get not nearly enough sleep. It is not easy. There are times I have to walk away from the computer and do the mom/wife thing. In the beginning, that was every time I had to choose between them and my writing. Then I taught myself it’s okay to say, “I’m doing this right now.” And I lean, a lot, on my husband. He cooks way more than he thinks he should have to. Ha!

LR: Ha! Same with my husband. I swear we wouldn't eat if he couldn't find his way around the kitchen. Now, next question...what’s your favorite non-writing activity? Like, are you a closet yoga fiend? Could you macramé a plant hanger if you had to? Do you secretly want to appear on America’s Got Talent?

BF: The obvious answer is reading. I’ve never met a writer who isn’t a voracious reader and who am I to buck a trend? But I’m guessing you weren’t asking about the obvious. I love to crochet: blankets, hats, scarves, socks, slippers, pillow covers, even amigurumi. I bought Nuance a while back so I could write and crochet simultaneously but my poor beleaguered laptop doesn’t have enough memory to support the software.

LR: (*raises crochet hook in solidarity*) What’s next on your writing horizon? Another Fated story? Or are you traveling back to the world of hot, sexy espionage?

BF: That is a harder question to answer than you might think. I’ve already got a rough start to the 4th books in both series and I have to choose which one to do first! Plus I have a tentative release date in October with Tirgearr Publishing, the edits on which I’ve yet to receive. And so many other story ideas I want to explore. 

LR: Do you have any writerly advice for my readers, maybe something you wish you had known early on in the game?

BF: You can’t take it personally. That’s way easier said than done. Between rejections, edits, reviews, sweet mother, you have to develop a hide or you’re going to quit before you even get started. The first time a manuscript came back full of deletions, corrections, suggestions – I cried for about five minutes, then I sucked it up and got to work.

Great advice, and great interview, Becky. Thanks so much for being on my blog today. 


Fated Desires
by Becky Flade

Jenna Gavin is searching for a fresh start and, more importantly, for balance. Her heart, and perhaps the hands of fate, have led her and her son to Trappers' Cove, Minnesota. Settling in the small, quirky town, she's not in the market for a casual relationship but finds herself in one with the young widower next door.

Former shortstop, Gabriel Foxx, is drawn to his difficult new neighbor. The more the prickly divorcee tries to keep him at arm's length, the more determined he is to break down her walls. He can't avoid the passion Jenna inspires and his friendship with Finn has him yearning for family, but Gabe won't allow himself to feel more.

When friendship grows complicated by stronger emotions and mutual desire just isn't enough, will love be worth the risk?

Enjoy the following excerpt from Fated Desires:

She had drifted closer to him. Or him to her. Jenna couldn’t be sure. But it would take only a shift of balance to touch her body to his. Life was about balance. And the shifting of worlds. In the space of a day her world had changed for better and for worse. She’d spent the previous nine years trying to find her balance again.
Jenna felt the familiar kick of desire. She’d never understood the girls who spoke of butterflies and stirrings. For her it was more akin to a donkey kick—pleasurable, sure, like the first jolt of caffeine in the morning and as sure and swift and strong. Her pulse sped up and she knew the vein in her neck would visibly pulse; it did when she was angry and when she was aroused. Gabe was sure to notice it. As she noticed his heart pounding against her palm in a rhythm she found seductive.
She raised her gaze from the back of her hand. His mouth was aligned with her own. She hadn’t realized how close in height they were. All she had to do was…shift.
“This is the longest conversation we’ve had.” Her voice was husky; she heard it, knew he would. He shifted, imperceptibly but she sensed it.
“Maybe this,” his voice was husky too, “is why.”
She thought she knew what he meant. The tension between them was awareness.
“The day we met I wanted to get close enough to see what color your eyes were. They’re gray. Like storm clouds. Perfect.”
Jenna could feel his breath on the flesh of her lips and her nipples tightened.
Finn’s shout was punctuated by his feet drumming down the stairs. Gabe brushed his lips over the curve of her cheek, his eyes conveying amused regret, and slipped out the back door, barely making a sound. Jenna grabbed the counter and breathed. She needed to settle herself before her son found his way to the kitchen.
What the hell?

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About the Author:
Home is where the heart is and I make mine with my very own knight in slightly tarnished armor in southeastern Pennsylvania. When I’m not busy living my own happily ever after, I’m writing about someone else’s.

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Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Dates to Remember - Aqua Follies!!

So, this is happening...

After some three years of writing and research and editing, Aqua Follies is coming to a bookstore near you! I'm so excited to finally be able to share the fantastic cover art. Kanaxa get credit for the art (and it *is* art!). I told her I loved her ability to create both a strong graphic image and make it sensual at the same time. I think she really nailed it with this one!

See what I mean? So cool!

The 1950s. Postwar exuberance. Conformity. Rock and roll.


Russell tells himself he’ll marry Susie because it’s the right thing to do. His summer job coaching her water ballet team will give him plenty of opportunity to give her a ring. But on the team’s trip to the annual Aqua Follies, the joyful glide of a trumpet player’s solo hits Russell like a torpedo, blowing apart his carefully constructed plans.

From the orchestra pit, Skip watches Poseidon’s younger brother stalk along the pool deck. It never hurts to smile at a man, because good things might happen. Once the last note has been played, Skip gives it a shot.

The tenuous connection forged by a simple smile leads to events that dismantle both their lives. Has the damage been done, or can they pick up the pieces together?

Mark Your Calendar!!

I don't have buy links yet, but if you want to add Aqua Follies to your Goodreads shelf, click HERE. Also, if you are the Netgalley type, jump HERE to request a copy for review. If Netgalley's not your thing but you're interested in a review copy, PM me and I'll get you one. Now, dates..

6/8/17 $0.99 pre-order starts!

6/15/17 release day!

The regular price is $3.99, so keep an eye out for the preorder special.

Finally, make sure you enter the giveaway my writing partner Irene Preston and I are running for a $10 gift card! Thanks very much, and happy reading! 

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Tuesday, April 4, 2017

Happy Release Day - Taming the Tango Champion

There’s passion on the Dance Floor

On return from a trip around the world, TV presenter, Ava Whittaker, has a baby by Matthias de Romero, Argentine Tango champion, hacienda owner, and the man she loves. The problem? He doesn't know.

Fast forward two years, and Ava reluctantly agrees to be a contestant on a new dance show on TV, but to her shock, Matthias – the man she never expected to see again – is one of the judges.

Matthias de Romero is leaving his beloved stallions in Argentina to assuage his pride. Two years previously, the one woman he thought he could care for walked out on him after just one glorious night. He arrives in London ready for revenge.

Will Ava’s secret cause their intense feelings to burn out, or fan further the flames of love? 

“Ava, wait until you hear what I’ve got for you… The pilot of a new dance show, To Dance or Not to Dance.”  

Ava Whittaker choked on her cup of tea, dropping the phone in her fluster. Her agent must have gone mad if she thought this totally preposterous idea was anything but. She picked the phone back up and caught it between her ear and shoulder to clear away the lunch dishes.  

“Absolutely not. Sorry, Caroline, I don’t dance.” 

So what does she do? What would you do? Ava is a single mum on maternity leave from her job as breakfast television presenter…she has been out of the spot light for nearly three years, travelling for the first and oh…guess you need to buy the book to see what happens. Then again, my favourite passage might give you a hint:

 “Ah, good.” Daniel raised his voice and held his hand up to beckon someone over. “Matt managed to make it. We're over here, Matt.”

Ava shook, the bubbly in her glass held halfway to her mouth mimicking the tremors running through her. For pity’s sake, get a grip. A tingling sensation accosted the base of her spine. Matthias had no reason to be in London to judge a dancing competition.

But he was a dancer…

She grimaced to herself, making a mental note to get out more. Jeez, the first time she left the house and look what happened, imagining every man was Matthias. Perhaps her ability to socialise had been stunted from the time spent in the safety of her own home. Maybe her brain was a stuck record. Oh, who knew…

Ava stepped back from the circle to allow space for the newcomer, and maintained a tighter grip on her shaking glass. Her heart hammered as though someone had put it on loudspeaker. Keeping her eyes downcast, she felt a presence loom closer. Apprehension squeezed her heart. She drew a shuddering breath, a breath which told her all she needed to know. The tantalising smell of dark amber and spices sent her nerves sky-high. Daunted, she closed her eyes to the flickering images of her and Matthias in the firelight, until she summoned the courage to open and take him in.

Wide shoulders encased in a white silk shirt, opened at the neck. The sleeves, rolled to his biceps, enhanced the muscles defined beneath the sheer material. Black, fine wool trousers hugged a tapered waist, and while the light silk of his shirt did nothing to disguise the six-pack, the thin fabric of his trousers showcased the powerful thighs honed by years of breaking horses.
Shivers raced up and down her body, and she fought against leaning closer to him.
The first time she met him, she’d been in a heap at his feet, having just fallen off a horse on his ranch. Her weakened legs now threatened to put her in the same position once more. Swallowing hard, she summoned her courage and raised her chin.

Glacier eyes met hers. The gold flecks hadn’t been imagined, but the temper crackling from the steady green gaze made her jump, spilling champagne. The last time she’d looked into his eyes, they had held nothing but passion; she had been the most beautiful girl in the world. That memory slipped away shyly under a new contemptuous glare.

Matthias de Romero was in town.


There is a lot of me in Ava, I travelled the world on my own but no, didn’t make passionate love with a hot Argentine rancher deep in the Andes. But falling in love when I travelled was something I was so conscious not to do—for the very reason that Ava leaves in the first place. Love across continents is no easy thing, and I would’ve done the same as she.

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Monday, April 3, 2017

The Lighthouse Keeper by Cynthia Ellingsen

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Book Title: The Lighthouse Keeper Author: Cynthia Ellingsen Genre: Contemporary Women's Fiction Release Date: April 4, 2017 Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions


book blurb

Dawn Conners’s parents are famous for finding historic treasures, but she has a knack for losing things—her job, her boyfriend, and now, her reputation. Thanks to a mud-slinging exposé, Dawn’s late great-grandfather is assumed guilty of stealing silver from a century-old shipwreck. Hoping to clear his name, Dawn returns to Starlight Cove, her idyllic hometown on Lake Michigan, where the doomed vessel sleeps beneath the beam of a ramshackle lighthouse.

Her plan: remodel and sell the lighthouse while untangling the perplexing family mystery. Neither task is easy, especially once her well-meaning parents and the quirky locals—including nautical researcher and Starlight Cove’s most eligible bachelor, Kip Whittaker—get involved. Despite their attraction, Dawn is reluctant to trust Kip, or any of the close-knit townsfolk. But as she pieces together the truth, Dawn’s once-shuttered heart opens up. And if she’s willing, the lighthouse might guide her to a place she never expected to find, where the past entwines with a bright new beginning.


“Dawn Conners?” a voice called.

  I snapped out of my reverie and stared.

  A gorgeous guy in his midthirties dragged a rickety rowboat through the water. His dark hair was windblown, cheeks rough with stubble, and his navy T-shirt clung to a strong upper body. He flashed me a smile I felt all the way down to my toes.

  “Are you Dawn?” he called.

  “Yes,” I said, smoothing my hair.

  Who on earth was he?

  I watched as he tossed a bowline knot over a metal pole and cinched it with a firm tug. The rope went taut, along with his upper arms. Then he jogged across the sand and came to a halt next to the boardwalk.

  Midnight-blue eyes surveyed my fitted linen dress, bare legs, and low pumps. In a voice much too husky for polite conversation, he said, “You always wear high heels to the beach?”

  I flushed.

  Even though Libby liked to say that my fitted dresses and pinned-up hair made me look like a candidate for public office, I didn’t expect to hear it from a stranger.

  “Depends on the day,” I shot back. “Do you always look like you just rolled out of bed?”

  He grinned. “You’re already thinking about me in bed?”

  “I have an appointment with Kipling Whittaker,” I said. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to—”

  “You can call me Kip.”

  Arrgh. I couldn’t believe this. The fact that my mother had led me to believe that this guy was a gentleman of a certain age meant she was up to one thing: matchmaking. In her mind, I came to Starlight Cove for a fun, relaxing summer vacation. That assessment could not be further from the truth. The last thing I wanted to do was waste time flirting with some rumple-haired playboy.

Especially one named Kip.

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Cynthia Ellingsen lives in Lexington, Kentucky, with her husband and is the author of two previous novels: The Whole Package and Marriage Matters. She loves connecting with readers through her website, Facebook, and Twitter. Visit her at

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Saturday, March 18, 2017

#MySexySaturday Sexy Saves the Day!

Sexy saves the day! What a great theme! I hope you check out all the blogs this weekend, because there'll be all kinds of heroic action. The list is at the bottom of this post, so check 'em out, okay?

Today's 7-paragraph snippet is from Aqua Follies, my historic m/m romance that'll be published in June. Russell and Skip are both pretty sexy, and in this bit, the gang's gone out to hear a band play but the cops break up the party. Russell's college degree pulls Skip out of the fire...

(Murphy is a cop, and he & Skip have history. This snippet is from Skip's POV.)

Murphy flashed the light around the car again. Skip kept his gaze out the passenger window. The light passed him, then came back.

“Oh, this is good,” Murphy laughed. “Mr., um…” Murphy took another glance at the license, “Mr. Haunreiter, what are you doing with a pervert like Skip Johansen?” Another laugh, meaner, nastier. “And who you got back here? Are you two lezzies?”

“Russell.” Another plaintive cry came from the girl in the back.

“Excuse me, Officer, but as Mr. Johansen’s legal counsel,” Russell spoke with more poise than Skip could ever hope for, “may I remind you slander is a crime, and unless you want to charge us with anything, I suggest you go back to your car and let us go.”

Murphy’s look of surprised dismay made Skip’s lips twitch.

“You really a lawyer?” Murphy clearly didn’t believe what he’d heard.

Russell met his gaze squarely. “Yes sir.”

(He's not, but he will be when the summer's over and he gets a

The 1950s. Postwar exuberance. Conformity. Rock and roll.


Russell tells himself he’ll marry Susie because it’s the right thing to do. His summer job coaching her water ballet team will give him plenty of opportunity to give her a ring. But on the team’s trip to the annual Aqua Follies, the joyful glide of a trumpet player’s solo hits Russell like a torpedo, blowing apart his carefully constructed plans.

From the orchestra pit, Skip watches Poseidon’s younger brother stalk along the pool deck. It never hurts to smile at a man, because good things might happen, but the timing has to be right. Once the last note has been played, Skip gives it a shot.

The tenuous connection forged by a simple smile leads to events that dismantle both their lives. Has the damage been done, or can they pick up the pieces together?


That's all for this week. Thanks for checking out my post, and keep your eye on my blog, because the cover reveal and other details are coming right up. Me and my writing partner Irene Preston have a giveaway for a $10 gift card. We're choosing a winner 5/1/17 and you may as well enter, because somebody's gotta win.

Finally, don’t forget to check out Author Central where we’ll be sharing even more from our authors besides Saturday’s snippets. 

Saturday, March 11, 2017

#MySexySaturday My Sexy Warrior

Hey, so I'm happy to be back with a #MySexySaturday post. TBH I went through a fairly long stretch where I wasn't feeling the sexy, but I'm better now. I've been busy, too. I spent a chunk of this week reworking my website. (Jump HERE to see it.) For the first time in years my blog is integrated with my website, and it makes me so happy.

An author's life is wild, y'all.

Irene and I are hard at work on the next novel in our Hours of the Night series. We haven't settled on a title yet, but hopefully it'll come clear soon. This is the fun part, where we're tossing scenes back and forth and the only pressure is how many words you can write in an hour. (The editing part might be slightly less fun, but that won't happen for a couple months.)

And finally, I've made a decision about one of my favorite projects ever. Aqua Follies is an m/m romance set in 1955 Seattle. I'm pretty sure I've teased it before in one of these Sexy Saturday posts, but expect to see more between now and the publication date in June. I'm tremendously excited to be working with a great editor, and to have control over cover art and promotion.

A mid-century romance might not exactly relate to the warrior theme, but I did find one scene that fits. We're in Skip's point of view here. He's got a crush on Russell, and the gang has gone out to see a rock n' roll show. Skip and Russell are in the parking lot, sneaking a sip from Skip's flask when they hear Russell's cousin cry for help. She's been dancing with the wrong boy...

With a click, Ryker opened a switchblade. “Funny how this extends my reach.”
            Swinging the branch, Skip took a step forward. The college boys all shifted back, even the one facing off with Russell. Skip might be slender and a little light in his boots, but anyone who grew up in Pioneer Square knew how to fight. He and Ryker moved into position on either side of Russell, and the college boys backed off.
            “We were just playing anyway.” One of them laughed like it was all a joke.
            “Didn’t sound like that to me,” Russell said. “I think you should apologize to my cousin.”
            “Your cousin’s a slut.”
            Skip wasn’t sure which one said it, but before anyone could respond, Russell took three big steps forward and put his fist into the middle guy’s belly. The boy dropped to his knees, and Russell stood over him. “Anyone else?”
            The other two beat feet, which didn’t surprise Skip. These candyass college boys were all show and no go. Susie ran up to Annette, with Russell right behind her. “I’m going to get the car,” Skip said to Ryker. “We gotta cut out.”


Thanks for checking out my little teaser! I don't have the cover art yet, but my Pinterest inspiration board will give you a visual. Also, make sure you drop by the other #MySexySaturday posts. There's a lot of fun stuff!

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Release Day! Relentless by Ravenna Tate

RELENTLESS Tortured Love 3

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For years, Blake the Snake, as he was known to his Alpha Chi Gamma brothers, took pictures of the conquests of auction winners having sex with their “prizes” at the fraternity’s annual Spring Bacchanalia. It was all in fun, until he stopped a young woman from being raped by the football player who had won her.

From that moment on, Blake Bombay’s life changed forever. He became obsessed with Kendra Kensington, and worked tirelessly to keep her safe. While watching her from afar, he plotted and planned for the day when she would be his. Trouble was, she didn’t know it. She never saw his face that night or learned his name. But that didn’t matter to Blake. She was his. She had always been his, and one day she would be his forever.

“Oh, wait. What have we here?” He turned her around so her back faced him, and brushed his hand across her soaking wet slit. “Oh, Kendra…”

 There was no answer. She couldn’t even moan. She was lost in the heady sensations once more of his hands on her, caressing her in exactly the right way to bring an orgasm close. He played with her clit, teasing it until Kendra’s moans grew loud, and she pushed back against him, wanting more.

 “What should I do with you, you naughty girl?”

  Oh, what a question! “Anything you want.”

 His soft chuckle sent a thrill racing through her. “You might regret saying that.”

 “Not a chance.” Every cell in her body tingled with desire.

 When he lifted her skirt, he brushed his hand over her ass cheeks, alternating them. “You really do have a beautiful ass.”

 “Thank you.” She was out of her mind with need. Nothing existed except his touch on her skin.

 The swats on her ass were light at first, but Kendra had to hang onto him once he began. She’d never been so turned on in her life. Her clit contracted in tiny spasms as the strikes grew harder, burning now each time he hit her. But at the same time, Kendra didn’t want him to stop. Her climax inched closer when she flexed her Kegel muscles, sending shockwaves of desire racing through her groin and out to her fingers and toes.

 “Let’s see how much you like this.” He brushed his fingers over her labia. “Oh, wow. I’d say a lot.”

 The giggles turned to moans when he pushed two fingers into her pussy. Blake kissed her neck as he finger-fucked her, his thumb now rubbing her clit in time to his thrusts. She clutched his arm for support as a crazy orgasm began, and when he realized what was happening, he bent her over the table until her she rested face down on the surface. Her torso was supported, but her ass was bare.

 “Please don’t stop, Blake.”

 “I won’t, sweetheart.” He continued moving his fingers in out of her until the climax finished. She was so wet, Kendra heard slurping sounds when he finally removed his digits from inside her pussy.

 “Oh, fuck.” Blake spanked her a few more times on each cheek, harder this time, before she heard the sound of a zipper. “I can’t wait, Kendra. I’ve never done anything so fucking sexy in my life.”

 The tip of his dick rubbed her ass cheeks, and Kendra was certain she’d go out of her mind long before he got it inside her. He ran one finger along the crack of her ass. “I’m going to fuck you right here, on this table. What do you think about that?”

 “Yes. Please!

 “Oh, Kendra…” He grasped her right hip and slid his cock into her pussy, groaning loudly. Kendra cried out in pleasure as he slammed into her. His thrusts were quick and powerful, and she loved it. Being taken like this, still fully clothed and bent over the dining room table, was the kinkiest thing she’d ever done.

 While David Bowie sang about his China girl, Blake fucked her like a runaway train. When he massaged her clit again, another climax tore through her, making her dizzy with its intensity. “Kendra … oh my God, this feels so damn fantastic!”

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