Congratulations Fiona Lowe & Carina Press

This week has been the Romance Writers’ of America’s annual conference. Each year the highlight of the conference is the awarding of the RITA®s and Golden Hearts®.  The RITAs are published books nominated as the best in their category (contemporary single title, contemporary series, romantic suspense, historical, paranormal, etc.)  and the Golden Hearts are the best unpublished books by hopefully-soon-to-be-published writers.

This year Boomerang Bride by Fiona Lowe,  a Carina Press book was nominated in the “Contemporary Single Title” category.  Last night the winners were announced and Fiona’s name was called out!

It’s the first time a Carina Press author’s book has been nominated, and therefore the first time a Carina Press author has won a RITA .  Fiona’s Boomerang Bride was competing with works by authors such as Barbara Frethy, Jacqui D’Alessandro and Lori Wilde, so no small victory for her. Congratulations, Fiona!

In celebration, I’m going to give away a brand new print copy of Boomerang Bride to a commenter.  The contest will close at 12:01 a.m. August 1st (that’s Wednesday morning Eastern Time!)
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Snippet Saturday: Author’s choice

It’s Author’s Choice today. One of my favorite couples is Chad and Lauren. Life threw them one of the worst curves — their daughter’s death tore at the very foundations not only of their marriage but in how they viewed themselves.  Ten years have passed and they’re finally recovered enough to realize they still love each other. Chad more reluctantly than Lauren.  Part of the reason they’d split was because men deal with the loss of a child differently than a woman so there was a definite lack of communication — something essential to the health of every marriage IMHO.  And part of it was due to the interference from someone else.  But now they’re in the same room, forced to talk, and Lauren’s finally started to break down Chad’s barriers…


[I] didn’t leave you because I didn’t trust you. I left because I trusted the wrong person’s advice. I made a bad decision, Chad. Haven’t you ever made a decision you regretted later?”

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Instead of feeling the satisfaction, the relief he’d expected, anger surged inside him, a low burn that boiled over. “It’s taken you nearly ten years—ten fucking years—to find me to tell me that? You threw everything we had together away, Lauren. I gave you my word that I would be there for you. I stood up in front of a judge and promised to love, honor and cherish you, no matter what. So did you.”

“I know. I should have stayed.” Her quiet answer slipped into his brain, into his heart, a soothing balm tipped with barbs. “I was mixed up; I wasn’t thinking clearly. By the time I realized it, I thought you’d moved on.”

“I loved you, Lauren.” Part of him still did no matter how much he tried to deny it. “I would have done anything to make our marriage work.”

She slipped past him and leaned against the door post, her arms wrapped around her waist the only clue that she wasn’t as composed as she tried to appear. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry about not trusting you, about not talking to you—not telling you what was going on in my head.”

Did her apology help ease the hurt? He did a mental check. Nope. That goddamned ache in his chest still hurt like a sonovabitch.

He forced himself to look at her without allowing her to see how much her apology hurt. He’d be damned if he’d give her that power over him. “I’m going back to D.C. Troy can—”

“Please. Don’t leave.” She moved closer, her breasts brushing his shirt, her hips touching his. She hadn’t put on any perfume but there was still a hint of something fruity wafting from her, probably her shampoo.

His cock punched a tent in the front of his sweats. Fuck.

“Don’t leave. Not with this still between us,” she whispered. “I thought I was doing the right thing. Once I realized what a mess I’d made of things, I’d been told you were already with someone else and I figured it was better to let you go.”

God, he wanted to touch her. To hold her. To have her rest her head against his shoulder the way she had the night before. While his brain was saying “damned straight I didn’t understand,” his cock was saying “lie down on the couch, babe, and let me taste you again.” At the moment, it was a dead heat as to which body part would win the argument. Then his guts weighed in. When this was over—whatever it was—would he find himself alone? Because there was no way he could go through losing her again.

“How would you know if I was with someone else? You were half the fuckin’ world away.” Maybe if he couldn’t smell her he could fight whatever spell she was weaving. Distance, that’s what he needed. Yet he couldn’t move; his legs felt like they’d been nailed in place. “What do you want from me, Lauren?”

“From you? Nothing. But I need to make things right for you, for both of us,” she whispered. Her eyes slowly lifted to his again. He lost himself in the flecks of gold buried amongst the brown. “I want to…I want us to try again.”

His hand reached for her, hovered an inch above her hair before he stopped himself. Damn, she looked just like she did when they were first dating. When they’d finally admitted what they’d each needed, wanted from the other. On their wedding day when she’d promised to love him for better or worse. Well, he sure as hell had delivered the worst, hadn’t he?

She looked up at him, conviction firm in her voice as well as her eyes. “I’ll do whatever you ask to prove myself to you. Except leave.”

“Will you?” He gave in to the temptation and touched her hair with one finger. It was as soft, as silky as he remembered. He cupped the back of her head, holding her in place, letting her feel his control. A dark wave of lust swamped him. Why not make her prove she’d changed? Or not. Why not satisfy that demon inside that needed to punish her? He tightened his grip. “If I told you to suck me off right here where my men could see you, would you do it?”

“Yes.” There was no hesitation to her answer. She started to reach for his waistband.

What the hell was he doing? They were out in the open where anyone could see. He had to work with these men, command their respect, not give them a thrill watching their boss get a blowjob. “Stop.”

“But…”

Telling his dick it would just have to wait, he stepped out of her reach. “You want to do something for me? You want me to trust you? Then stop lying to me and tell me the truth. About what the hell the threat is and exactly why you’re here.”

They stared at each other for a long moment, the faint buzz of a plane thirty thousand feet above and a sparrow chirping to his mate the only sounds breaking the silence. Finally she nodded. “All right, but I can’t tell you everything. Some of it’s classified.”

Classified? Perhaps this Light Brigade place she’d worked for had involved one of the alphabet agencies if Harris had terrorist connections.

“Come on, let’s go back to the house. I’d rather not have anyone listen in to whatever we end up saying.”

Or watch whatever they ended up doing. Be it yelling or making love.


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Deliberate Deceptions will be available in print January 2012 as part of the Private Deceptions anthology. Pre-order your print copy now at 
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Don’t forget to visit the other Snippet Saturday participants:

Megan Hart:Read in bed!
Jody Wallace
Eliza Gayle
Mandy M Roth
Lissa Matthews
Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Myla Jackson
Taige Crenshaw
Shiloh Walker
Delilah Devlin
HelenKay Dimon
Lauren Dane
Shelli Stevens

Photos and a joke

Thanks to a reminder by author Roni Loren the other day, I’ve been stripping out any graphics that I don’t have the rights to.  Luckily enough I’ve been reasonably careful, and most of the ones that may have been questionable were over at blogspot where it is much easier to delete the photos.  But since the posts here linked to those ones, it’s left big black boxes in some older posts. I’m gradually working my way through and cleaning them up, but it’s taking me some time. After all, I’ve been blogging since 2007, so there are a lot of posts to go through.

In the meantime, I’ve been finding some old posts that are making me chuckle — mainly jokes Gizmo Guy has sent me.  Like this one …


Four Catholic ladies are having coffee together, discussing how important their children are.

The first one tells her friends, “My son is a priest. When he walks into a room, everyone calls him ‘Father’.”

The second woman chirps, “Well, my son is a bishop. Whenever he walks into a room, people say, ‘Your Grace’.”

The third woman says smugly, “Well, not to put you down, but my son is a cardinal. Whenever he walks into a room, people say ‘Your Eminence’.”

The fourth woman sips her coffee in silence. The first three women give her this subtle “Well…?”

She replies, “My son is a gorgeous, 6′ 2″ hard-bodied, well-hung, male stripper. Whenever he walks into a room, women just say, ‘Oh my God….'”


*sigh* and I just realized I hope this joke isn’t copyrighted.

Whee! Private Deceptions available for Pre-Order

Private Deceptions is now available for preorder on AmazonBarnes & Noble, BookDepository.com and Book Depository’s UK site.

By the way, if you prefer to order from Amazon but worry that it currently is at the full price, if and when they lower the price, even if you’ve preordered at the higher price they will give it to you for the lowest price. Okay, that made it too confusing, didn’t it? Let’s use their words:

Pre-order Price Guarantee! Order now and if the Amazon.com price decreases between your order time and the end of the day of the release date, you’ll receive the lowest price.

It doesn’t ship until January 1, 2013, but you can reserve your own print copy already.  (I’m not sure what the policies are at Barnes & Noble or Book Depository though.)

And for those who have forgotten, Private Deceptions is title of the print anthology combining Hauberk Protection book 1 Private Property and book 3, Deliberate Deceptions.

Private Property, nominated for Best Erotic Romance of 2009

Both stories received nominations from the reviewers at The Romance Studio: Private Property was nominated for Best Erotic Romance of 2009, and Deliberate Deceptions was nominated for Best Contemporary Romance of 2011.

Deliberate Deceptions, nominated for Best Contemporary Romance of 2011

And Miranda of Joyfully Reviewed said Deliberate Deceptions was “stand-out in the contemporary erotic genre.”

So if you would like to own these stories in print, something you can hold in your hands and hug and pet and …okay, maybe that’s just me that does that to her books.  But this is a book for your bookshelf!

Preorder your copy of PRIVATE DECEPTIONS at
Amazon and Barnes & NobleBook Depository US and Book Depository UK!

Don’t forget that Hidden Heat will be coming out in print in April 2013... ;)

Snippet Saturday: We are Family

I think my favorite family (that I’ve written so far) are Texas Tangle’s Barnetts. Most of the times my heroes or heroines are from broken families or dysfunctional families, but the Barnett’s? They’re one of those really close families where they are always there for each other. (Well, they are in Texas Tangle…if I ever get back to writing a follow-up story, there’s trouble in them thar…um, bedrooms?) I had a lot of fun writing this scene where the “boys” all got together, set to the task of washing the family dinner dishes. I, uh, may have borrowed some of the way my sons trash talk each other. Maybe. A little bit. ;)


[A]ll right, let’s get this done.” Brett grabbed his plate and stacked it with Nikki’s. “Matt, you’re washing. Griffin, Ethan, you’re on rinse detail. Dillon and I will dry.”

Solutions often came to him when he was working at mindless tasks. Maybe the dishes would help him sort through the myriad of questions assailing him. Like what the hell had tipped Gramma Barnett to what had happened the night before? As much as he’d wanted to blame someone else, he knew neither Dillon nor Nikki had said anything. Which meant that canny old woman picked up on some vibe resonating from them. How soon before the others clued in?

“Aw, man, why do I have to be the one handling the dirty dishes every Sunday? Why can’t Ethan or Griff do the washing this week?” Matt complained. But he plodded over to the sink and turned on the water, squirting the dishwasher detergent into the stream. “We could at least buy a dishwasher. You’ve got one, Dill. And you live alone.”

“There’s three of them now,” Ethan reminded his youngest brother. He leaned a hip against the counter while they waited for the sink to fill. “Hey, Dill? Did you know about Gramma’s great-grandparents? Was she telling the truth, or was she yanking our chains?”

Good question. If Gram had said something, maybe that’s where Dillon had gotten his idea for the night before. He studied Dillon as he opened the pantry.

Dillon’s face showed only puzzlement when he handed another towel to Brett. “I don’t know. I can’t say I’ve heard those stories before.”

Maybe Dillon’s subconscious had remembered them? Nah. He’d been a cop too long and saw conspiracies where there were none.

After scraping off a plate, Matt plunged it into the water. “So is she right? Are you two doin’ Nikki at the same time?”

Before Brett could react, Griffin popped Matt on the back of his head. “Moron, you don’t ask a question like that. Shee-it.”

“Hey! I was only askin’. ’Sides, Gramma’s the one who brought it up. I didn’t see you objecting to her talkin’ about it.”

“Yeah, like that would go down well,” Griffin snorted.

“Didn’t you see how red Dillon turned?”

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Couldn’t have been much redder than he was right now. Only then it had been from embarrassment. Right now, Dill looked like he was ready to take the boy down and pound the words back down his throat. Pretty much the same feelings he himself was fighting.

Not realizing the jeopardy he was in, Matt continued, “I think they are both doing Nikki—”

That did it. Brett lunged. Just as his fingertips grazed Matt’s shirt, Dillon and Ethan grabbed him.

At the same time, Griffin hooked his elbow around Matthew’s head and put him in a headlock. “You wanna get your face smashed in, fuckhead? You better apologize and fast.”

“For what?” Matt grunted as he struggled to free himself.

Griffin rolled his eyes toward the ceiling. “For disrespecting Nikki, you frickin’ dipshit. Jesus, Matt, I can’t believe we share the same DNA. You’re such a jerkwad sometimes.”

“All right already. I apologize.” Once released, he brushed a hand through his hair. “I just think it’s cool that they’re both doin’—”

With a groan, Griffin hauled Matt out of the kitchen and onto the porch, cursing him all the way. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of him.”

“Let me go, asshat.” Matt’s whining died off as Ethan joined Griffin in hauling their youngest brother away.

The pounding in Brett’s ears subsided. With Griffin, Dillon and Faith by his side, and from the sounds of it Gramma Barnett’s approval, it didn’t matter what anyone said about what had happened the night before if it ever got out. The Barnetts would be there for him, as well as Dillon. Supporting them no matter what.


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Megan Hart:Read in bed!
Leah Braemel
Jody Wallace
Eliza Gayle
Mandy M Roth
Lissa Matthews
Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Myla Jackson
Taige Crenshaw
Shiloh Walker
Delilah Devlin
HelenKay Dimon
Lauren Dane
TJ Michaels