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Cancer sucks – a guest post by Deelylah Mullin

As you may know, October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. Last year, the first Shades of Pink event raised over $10,000 through more than 1300 donations.

For our second year, 22 authors have allied for 1 cause: fundraising for research. Their gift to everyone who makes a donation? A romance anthology (ebook) titled Shades of Pink (volume 2), totaling almost 150,000 words / about 400 pages as a PDF.

The suggested donation is $5. Funds are raised via Stayclassy.org and all proceeds go directly to the Breast Cancer Research Foundation (click to donate). Readers can also donate to the charity organization of their choice (with a focus on breast cancer) and email their receipt to receive their copy of the anthology in either PDF, ePub or mobi (kindle).

 

From the desk of Deelylah Mullin:

Cancer sucks. There are stronger words I could use, but the filter is up at the moment. Every day, I live with a reminder of how research is a godsend, though. My husband. He was diagnosed with testicular cancer in 2000 and had a horrible year of radiation and chemotherapy. They went with an experimental treatment, after the third round of chemo didn’t eradicate all of the cancer cells. Without research, I would never have had the opportunity to meet, fall in love with, or marry this wonderful man.

We spend every moment possible together. There’s nothing I LIKE to do without him, actually. I miss him horribly when I try to do things ‘for me’. I use my GPS function on my phone so I know how long it will be until I can be wrapped in his arms. I’m fortunate that my husband is an aficionado of words as well. He blesses me with the gift of time as often as he can. He cooks, cleans, does laundry – all the things that have previously gotten in the way of my writing. He’ll get me and my laptop in the car, and we’ll go to one of our favorite coffee shops for a change of scenery when I’m beginning to be preoccupied with the things that need to be done at home.

Last year, I did some reading on the chemo drug they used on my husband. There’s a chance that some other form of cancer will darken our doorstep. They didn’t give a percentage, nor a type. But, if breast cancer can be cured, they can cure other types of the disease. It’s something I can hold on to until the day I have to choose another thought path. And I plan to enjoy every moment of our happily ever after. For as long as I have.

The Wordsmith is dedicated to my husband. Without you, the page would be blank. All my love. Always.

Blurb:

When the demons of the past and the pleasures of the present collide, Danielle Rollins is firmly caught between her two realities. Toss in a hot foreign bartender, a creative Dominant husband, and pink latex? A world of uncertainty, unerring trust, and most of all, love between a husband and wife conquer all.

Excerpt:

“Dani!” Karl called from down the concourse. I turned toward him, and my feet moved of their own volition, propelling me toward my husband.

We met near the main entrance to the room where my twenty-five year class reunion was being held. Karl pulled me into his arm, burying his face in my hair. “You smoked.” He chuckled, before easing back and kissing me passionately. “You’re drinking gimlets, too. How many?”

“I’m on my first. Second. Second gimlet, first with a decent vodka.” A smile spread across my face. “I missed you. Do you need to freshen up? The bag you asked me to pack is in the room.”

“I’m fine. We’re not staying forever, right?” he stroked his thumb over my lower lip and down my neck.

“Probably not. I just have to shock about one-hundred and ten people.”

“They have no clue, do they? Poor bastards. That’ll teach ‘em to be mean.”

I just shook my head. Karl Rollins was my biggest champion. My rock. The one person in this crazy world that truly knew me. He knew my hopes, dreams, doubts, and fears. He could also soothe every raw nerve in my body. I wasn’t sure how he did it, but he managed.

He picked up the black leather messenger bag I hadn’t seen him drop at his side, and wrapped his arm around my waist. “I’m ready for a drink, babe. The drive from Metro was hell.”

Michael turned from the person he’d finished serving and looked directly into my eyes. “This must be your husband,” he turned to Karl and very directly said, “You are a very fortunate man. Danielle is beautiful, and if she’d given me any indication she was interested, she could have had me, ” he tipped his head and smirked, “Could still have me, if she chose to.”

Karl’s hand ran from my nape slowly down my back and caressed my hip possessively. “If she chose to have you, it would be me that would request your presence,” Karl winked as he playfully smacked my bottom.

Michael’s jaw dropped, but then his eyes met mine with an intensity that hadn’t been there before, when I was a mere conquest. His gaze returned to Karl, “I can appreciate your direct approach, sir. I’ll be here until the end of the night, making drinks.” Michael slid another gimlet my way. “And what can I get for you, sir?”

“Can I get a scotch on the rocks?”

“Certainly.” Michael quickly filled a glass with ice, then poured the amber liquid over the symmetrical cubes. He handed the glass to Michael, along with a folded cocktail napkin.

Karl pocketed the napkin, which contained Michael’s phone number, and we meandered toward our table. This time, we were stopped several times. I introduced my husband to every group we encountered. It wasn’t until the third time we were stopped by a clique of my former classmates that anyone had figured it out. Or had the balls to speak up.

Melissa Simms – at least that was her maiden name – blurt out, “Are you Danielle Rollins? The romance author?”

Guilty as charged.

Deelylah Mullin

About Deelylah:

Deelylah Mullin began her writing journey as a child. She’s always believed in ‘Happily Ever After’. Whether writing about things that go-bump-in-the-night, or a romance of epic proportions, the resolution is always heartwarming.

Her own Happily Ever After involves six children that are slowly leaving the nest, and her very own knight in shining armor. Deelylah lives in Michigan, and enjoys the outdoors – during the summer.

She can be found online at:

Website http://www.deelylah.com
Twitter http://www.twitter.com/VampBard
Facebook https://www.facebook.com/deelylah

Mama Kitty

MamaKitty is a mother to a beautiful little girl, wife to her own real life hero, a registered radiographic technologist, student, book reviewer, and author of contemporary romance (as Paige Prince). She hates to be bored, loves a good book, and can usually be found on Twitter or Facebook.

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Rita Bay visits MKR with a giveaway!

Thank you for inviting me to visit, Mama Kitty, to share my new sizzling-hot release, Conquering Cupid. Conquering Cupid is the first novella in my “Cupid’s Back in Business” humorous, contemporary, mythological series with Champagne Book Group. The series is inspired by Her Teddy Bare, my contribution to a series of short, erotic romances from Champagne (Aphrodite’s Island) that features an isolated island dedicated to love in all its forms, ruled over by the mysterious Miss A.

There were a few hints about Miss A and Teddy (Coop) which formed the basis for the spin-off series. Conquering Cupid, like Her Teddy Bare, has a bit of BDSM with a chuckle, as Teddy and Diana strive for their happily-ever-after. Two additional stories are in the works with more to follow.

Leave a comment to enter a drawing for an ebook of Her Teddy Bare.
Usual rules apply. 

Love and lust, the perfect mix for a happily ever after. When popular artist Diana Harper dumped her cheating fiancé and accepted an invitation “to attend a private event at Miss A’s island retreat to experience your most secret dreams and fondest fantasies,” her hostess gave her Teddy as an “attendant.” Despite his best efforts, Teddy is no submissive. Diana, however, plays his game for the profound passion, the best sex ever, and love that could last a lifetime.

Billionaire philanthropist Theodore Cooper “Coop” Bareston III fell in love with Diana when he saw her working out at his elite gym in New York City. He was willing to do anything to win her love, including wearing a skimpy thong in his “Teddy” role and posing nude in chains when Di’s interest in her art revived. As the sexual tension builds and passions explode, Teddy discovers he is intensely aroused by  playing the submissive.

After moving into Coop’s East Side penthouse, Diana is sucked into a world inhabited by supernatural denizens with powers beyond her imagination. Can she survive the challenges confronting her to live in Coop’s world or will she turn her back on the extraordinary destiny within her grasp?

BUY LINKS Amazon  / Champagne  / AllRomance

Excerpt

Diana Harper absently rapped the riding crop against her thigh, while she considered the gorgeous hunk who kneeled beside the bed. Teddy Bare’s black spandex thong, his only clothing other than a slave collar, concealed little. An angry red welt crossed his ass where her first blow had landed. His ripped body tensed, muscles corded, while he awaited punishment for starting a brawl during dinner at her hostess’s home.

She wasn’t a domme, but she’d agreed to play his game after he offered himself to her on her arrival at the mysterious Miss A’s tropical island. When he embarrassed her in front of another domme, she had no choice but to discipline him. Whatever his game, from day one he’d had difficulty with his role of submissive. Other than being an outstanding cook, Teddy hadn’t been a very good slave. Though he’d been willing, even eager, he just wasn’t a submissive by nature.

Not that she was looking for a submissive—or any man for that matter. Her life and her expectations for happiness had shattered in the space of a heartbeat. Devastated by the breakup with her fiancé after discovering him fucking another woman in her bed, she’d accepted an invitation to visit Miss A’s island—and the offer of Teddy’s service. Two days into her week’s vacation in the small private seaside villa, they fell into an intense sexual relationship with the potential for becoming far more. Not her style, at all.

Teddy peeked at her over his shoulder. “May I speak, Mistress?”

She frowned, irritated by his interruption. “Keep it brief.”

He tossed back the curly dark brown hair that had fallen forward to cover his face. “I would have done anything to get you away from that asshole, Franklin Thompson.”

“Get up.” She tossed the riding crop on the bed, grabbed the back of his thong, and pulled him to his feet.

“Play time is over.”

Teddy knew her rat bastard ex-fiancé? Exactly what was his game? “What in hell are you talking about?”

Teddy sat gingerly on the bed, apprehension flickering across his face.

Rita’s Bio

Rita Bay happily writes sizzling contemporary stories, historical romance sagas, shapeshifter and vampire tales, and humorous mythology-based erotic romps. Her stories are set near her home in Atlanta, along the Gulf Coast, and in picturesque locales across Europe. Her webpage/blog (http://ritabay.com) offers more info about Rita and her stories, as well as risqué, macabre, and  extraordinary posts about the history and culture of Western Europe and the United States.

MEDIA LINKS WEBPAGE & BLOG / FACEBOOK / PINTEREST / AMAZON

 

Mama Kitty

MamaKitty is a mother to a beautiful little girl, wife to her own real life hero, a registered radiographic technologist, student, book reviewer, and author of contemporary romance (as Paige Prince). She hates to be bored, loves a good book, and can usually be found on Twitter or Facebook.

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Spotlight: Queen of Speed by GW Gibson

It’s not easy being a girl in an all-male world. Penny McIntyre has to fight every day to hold her place on the race track. Her lifelong dream of sponsorship is realised when she is offered the chance to ride as part of a Justin Byrne’s 600cc motorcycle team. At long last her dreams are in reach.

Her world is turned into upside down when her mechanic is injured and she discovers Bryce Huntington, her childhood sweetheart, is back in town.  Even though he shattered her heart ten years ago she has no other choice but to enlist Bryce’s help in the pit. What she hasn’t counted on is the animosity between Justin and Bryce which threatens to throw her world into chaos. Everything she has worked for is in danger of disappearing.

She has to choose who to trust, who to protect and who to let go.

Buy Links:

Secret Cravings Publishing || Amazon || Barnes and Noble 

EXCERPT:

Penny sat on the on the side of the road, her knees pulled up to her chest and her head resting in her hands. Her tears subsided, though her chest ached from sobbing. She looked up at the BSA, its chain hanging limp, useless and broken. Fighting back the urge to cry again she pulled her phone from her pocket, a hopeless gesture. The signal strength still read zero. She had no idea how long she sat and cried. She didn’t cry over her bike or even the helplessness of being stranded. The embarrassment of being taken in by Justin ripped at her chest. She cried over her own stupidity at being fooled so completely by the smooth talking Justin. Surely there had been signs? She must have been too caught up in the moment, in the attention he’d lavished on her, not to see them.  His big easy infectious smile made her feel special. She had really believed there was something between them, something in the making.

Had he been serious when he asked her to join his team? She nearly accepted his offer, glad of having waited. Now she sat stuck on the side of the road with no idea of how to get out of this new mess. She had no option other than to sit, wait and hope somebody would come past. There was no way of telling how long she might be here before somebody came by.

A distant sound jolted Penny out of her self-pity. A car? She scrambled to her feet ready to wave down the driver. The sound increased as a motor cycle raced around the bend toward her. She stepped to the side of the road and waved her arms. The bike roared past, the exhaust noise obscene as it shattered the silence and almost deafened her. The rider turned his head, a pair of mirrored sunglasses momentarily reflected her image back at her. The brake light came on and flames shot from the exhaust pipes as the rider slowed. Something else caught her attention, a patch on the back of the rider’s vest – Dogs of Dereliction.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

After wandering over various parts of mother earth for more than twenty years as a soldier, I decided it was time to settle down and get on with what everybody else calls life.

My beautiful partner and author, Eva Scott and I nestled into a small coastal town north of Brisbane Australia after meeting in the wilds of Papua New Guinea some years ago. I spend a considerable amount of time editing Eva’s books for her before they make their way off the publisher. One day she suggested I try writing myself – so here we are. Until now all of my writing has been in the business space; expanding out from there is a challenge I am enjoying very much.

When I’m not spending time with our family enjoying living close to the beach, or working you will find me rattling my old Harley around the hills and highways just for the sheer pleasure of riding – warm balmy nights are the best; wrapped in a blanket of darkness with only the dash lights, vibration and exhaust for company, it is literally the closest thing to flying you will ever experience.

Ride safely, Write with passion

 

Mama Kitty

MamaKitty is a mother to a beautiful little girl, wife to her own real life hero, a registered radiographic technologist, student, book reviewer, and author of contemporary romance (as Paige Prince). She hates to be bored, loves a good book, and can usually be found on Twitter or Facebook.

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Guest post & excerpt: Janelle Lee

The most common question I am asked is “Why would I write?”

My answer is always the same “Why wouldn’t I?” I enjoy doing it. I think I am good at it and yes there are a million other thing I could do but those other million things wouldn’t make me happy.

I have been writing for as long as I can remember. I began with a pencil and paper before I graduated to pen while dreaming of a typewriter. I eventually got my hands on a typewriter. I taught myself to type and the first story I typed up featured an epee wielding geography teacher who goes on a rampage. I thought it was the best story ever written unfortunately my geography teacher didn’t share my passion. It took me ages to type it, there were many mistakes, the g and h keys got stuck a lot and I copped detention but I was well on my way.

My husband bought me my very first computer and the cut and paste option made writing a whole lot easier than the whiteout that never seemed to dry as fast as I could type.

My stories were always humourous and years later that really helped me when I got a job as a columnist unfortunately my husband never saw the funny side of my stories especially when each story was about him. “Write what you know,” someone once told me. I did he just didn’t like me sharing his epic fails with the world.

I began writing for children, which helped me obtain my current position as the writer in residence at the local primary school. A position I’ve had for 8 years. And I love it.

The romance genre took a firm hold on me when I was twelve and never let up, which is ironic considering I’m the most unromantic person on the planet.

Although I do like to keep the humour in my romances I love writing about the drama that goes hand in hand with falling in love – the highs, the lows and the unpredictable.

Who knows maybe the epee wielding geography teacher may one day hook her own man.

Twitter @janellelee747
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/JanelleLeeAuthor
https://www.facebook.com/jglee
https://www.facebook.com/RainbowFallsTheSeries

 

Amy Barrett’s arrival in Rainbow Falls was supposed to be as simple as it was short. She was to arrive, conduct her business and leave again. But with most best laid plans hers hit a snag from the outset. Stuck in a town she couldn’t find on her map she didn’t seem to be able to find her way out again either.

Her arrival has the local’s interest peaked and when she accidentally runs over a dog she comes face to face with the handsome veterinarian Craig. The last thing she needs is an over confident, over bearing man to shake her.  Craig, a popular man with the townspeople, uses every means to spend time with Amy much to Amy’s continuing chagrin who in turn does everything in her power to steer clear of him.

The townspeople seeing a possible good match between the two conspire to keep her in town.

Amazon || Sweet Cravings || AllRomance || Book Strand || Smashwords

EXCERPT:

The car was as fickle as her mood. She started out feeling quite confident that she could do the job, but a combination of car trouble and lack of proper sleep had her confidence ebbing away with each miserable mile.

Amy stared at the stranger as he took a few steps toward her. Common sense prevailed and she preferred not to have to deal with a serial killer. She made sure her window was up with only an inch separating her from a possibly slow and painful death.

He stopped and put his hand in through the vehicle’s back window. She swallowed hard and quickly looked to the gap in her window—she couldn’t be murdered through an inch gap could she? She rolled her eyes at her absurd question. He probably had a gun. The car wouldn’t be bullet proof—it didn’t even have working air conditioning. He may even have a baseball bat…he looked more than capable of swinging a bat. She figured he was six foot two. As the nerves took a hold, she began chewing on her lip. His blue-gray shirt gave her a hint of what was underneath and she wondered how often he worked out. As her eyes drifted to his jeans, he turned and shut the driver’s door and she couldn’t help but notice how the denim hugged his butt.

Amy berated herself. He was quite possibly getting a gun and she was fixated on his butt.

It wasn’t until she saw the two small dogs’ heads popping out of the window that she smiled with relief. He quickly petted them before he made his way over to her.

“Do you need a hero?”?She frowned. “Actually I need some assistance.”

“Same thing.” He shrugged. “Pop it.”

“Excuse me?” she exclaimed as she placed her hand across her chest. She knew button-shirts were a mistake. Who the hell did he think he was? Pop it. Like hell she would.

“Your bonnet.” He patted the bonnet. “Pop it.”

She felt her cheeks burn as she looked for a latch.?“It’s the latch with the little picture of the bonnet on it.”

“I know that,” she snapped.? His laugh told her he didn’t believe her for a moment.?She pulled the latch and peered through the small gap between the opened bonnet and car, trying to see what he was doing. She couldn’t see a thing. She had no way of knowing if he was helping or making things worse and had no intention of getting out of the car to check.

Amy sat tapping the steering wheel until the clunking noise began to exasperate her. She reached for her phone to see there was still no coverage. She flicked through her message inbox before realizing that she could have composed a message of any possible danger the stranger might pose, even if she couldn’t have sent it.

The sudden rapping at her window had her jumping in her seat. The expletive followed soon after the phone fell from her hand and landed at her feet.

 

Mama Kitty

MamaKitty is a mother to a beautiful little girl, wife to her own real life hero, a registered radiographic technologist, student, book reviewer, and author of contemporary romance (as Paige Prince). She hates to be bored, loves a good book, and can usually be found on Twitter or Facebook.

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Guest post: GW Gibson on The “Motorcycle Queen of Miami” – Bessie Stringfield

In 1911 a queen was born in Kingston Jamaica. Bessie Stringfield taught herself to ride a motorcycle at 16 and spent a large part of her life taking on the establishment, especially through biases of the 1930s, 40s, and 50s. At 19 she commenced what was to become a life long journey across not only America and other parts of the world but across the racial and sexual divides of the time.

She used a unique method to select her destinations. A coin flicked into the air landed on an opened map, its resting place became the next great adventure. Using this technique, Bessie made eight journeys into the deep south of the USA during a period when prejudice was at an all time high.

The cards were stacked against Bessie no matter which way she turned. Three things, things she had no power to change even if she wanted to, were against her: she was a woman, she was black and finally she knew how to ride. Such were the biases of the time, Bessie regularly entered into and won flat track races. Such was the fragility of the male ego of the day, once soundly beaten by a woman they responded in the only way they could – just not give her the prize and recognise her achievements.

The bias barrier began breaking down during world war two when Bessie took on the role of a motorcycle courier for the US Army ferrying document between military bases. In 1950 Bessie moved to Miami where the local police let her know in no uncertain terms “women of her race were not allowed to ride motorcycles.” History shows she did the only thing she could – ignore them and went on to create a name for herself riding in motorcycle shows and later founding the Iron Horse Motorcycle Club.

The best way to silence critics is to be successful. In 1990 the American Motorcycle Association (AMA) paid tribute to her in their inaugural “Heroes of Harley Davidson” exhibition.  Bessie rode until she passed in 1993 of a heart condition, never seeing the establishment by the AMA of the “Bessie Stringfield Memorial Award” recognising outstanding achievement by a female motorcyclist and her induction into the AMA Hall of Fame in 2002.

If you want to know more about this amazing woman check out the links below.

http://www.motorcyclemuseum.org/halloffame/detail.aspx?racerid=277

http://motorcyclesandwomen.com/motorcycle-women/women-and-motorcycles/motorcycle-women-stories/108-famous-women-motorcycle-riders

 ABOUT GUY GIBSON:

After wandering over various parts of mother earth for more than twenty years as a soldier, I decided it was time to settle down and get on with what everybody else calls life.

My beautiful partner and author, Eva Scott and I nestled into a small coastal town north of Brisbane Australia after meeting in the wilds of Papua New Guinea some years ago. I spend a considerable amount of time editing Eva’s books for her before they make their way off the publisher. One day she suggested I try writing myself – so here we are. Until now all of my writing has been in the business space; expanding out from there is a challenge I am enjoying very much.

When I’m not spending time with our family enjoying living close to the beach, or working you will find me rattling my old Harley around the hills and highways just for the sheer pleasure of riding – warm balmy nights are the best; wrapped in a blanket of darkness with only the dash lights, vibration and exhaust for company, it is literally the closest thing to flying you will ever experience.

Ride safely, Write with passion

 

 

Mama Kitty

MamaKitty is a mother to a beautiful little girl, wife to her own real life hero, a registered radiographic technologist, student, book reviewer, and author of contemporary romance (as Paige Prince). She hates to be bored, loves a good book, and can usually be found on Twitter or Facebook.

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Book Spotlight: Breaking the Silence by Tricia Andersen

Breaking the Silence (Book Two of the Hard Drive Series)

Release Date: September 17, 2014

Publisher: Sweet Cravings Publishing (www.sweetcravingspublishing.com)

Genre: Contemporary/Sports/Sweet Romance Novel

Blurb:

MMA Bad Boy Rico Choate falls for Avery, a deaf Marine – but will she stick around when she learns of his career in the octagon?

Rico Choate is a MMA bad boy with a love ‘em and leave ‘em attitude.  That is until he meets Avery Walker, a deaf Marine who lost her hearing when her transport was destroyed in an I.E.D explosion in Afghanistan.  He falls hard for her, even learning sign language from his friend, Chloe, so he can talk to her.

Avery has worked hard to overcome her deafness. She doesn’t need anyone’s sympathy. She’s living a perfectly normal life and has no time for celebrities who have everything handed to them on a silver platter.

Because of Avery’s pride, Rico to keep his career in mixed martial arts a secret.  But how long can he keep such a huge part of his life separate from the woman he loves?  And if she does find out, how will she react? Can Avery set her stubbornness aside, or will secrets and pride keep these two apart?

Buy Links

Sweet Cravings Publishing ||| Amazon ||| Barnes and Noble ||| All Romance E-books ||| Smashwords

Author Bio:

Tricia Andersen lives in Iowa with her husband, Brian and her three children – her sons, Jake and Jon, and her daughter, Alex.  She graduated from the University of Iowa with a Bachelor of Arts in English and from Kirkwood Community College with an Associate of Arts degree in Communications Media/Public Relations.  Along with writing (which she loves to do), Tricia practices mixed martial arts, coaches and participates in track and field, reads, sews and is involved in many of her children’s activities.

Tricia is one of the hosts of the Blog Talk Radio show Freshly Booked, a part of Writers Online Network.  She is also a member of the Romance Writers of America.

Author Links:

Mama Kitty

MamaKitty is a mother to a beautiful little girl, wife to her own real life hero, a registered radiographic technologist, student, book reviewer, and author of contemporary romance (as Paige Prince). She hates to be bored, loves a good book, and can usually be found on Twitter or Facebook.

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Guest Post: Tricia Andersen

When I’ve scanned Amazon lately for my next book to read, I’ve noticed that one of the hot new trends is MMA or Fighter romances.  I love it because I am a sucker for MMA and, incidentally, write MMA romance myself.  But I’ve noticed a big difference in the books I’ve read and my own…the fighting excerpts themselves.

What could be the difference between those other books and my own?  Very simple.  It’s one thing to watch MMA fights and interview fighters.  It’s a whole other thing to strap on gloves, slip a mouth guard into your mouth and face off with an opponent.  Which I have.  I am proud to tell anyone who asks that I am a mixed martial artist.

I never had the intention to be a fighter.  If you told me two years ago that I would be doing this I would have laughed.  My book, Breaking the Cycle, is actually what made me step into a gym in the first place.  I wanted my character, Max, to quit a job he loved for one he was apprehensive to be part of.  After a lot of thought, I decided to have him train MMA fighters.

To do my research, I e-mailed the owner/coach, Keoni Koch, of my local MMA gym, Hard Drive MMA, to see if I could ask him questions.  He graciously agreed.  I took a look at the gym’s website and saw they offered kickboxing classes.  I always wanted to give it a try and figured one month wouldn’t hurt.  It’s been sixteen months now.  I not only take kickboxing classes but I have now been doing jiu jitsu for three months.  I haven’t made it into the octagon…yet.  But training six days a week I hope to make it soon.

What does this have to do with writing MMA romance?  I know the terminology.  I know the difference between a jab and a cross, the Gable grip and a rear naked choke.  I know because I’ve done them (or have them done on me).  Knowing the intimate details of the sports makes the fight scenes believable.  And what’s a MMA romance without fighting?  And along with the fight scenes, the relationships between the fighters in the gym are a lot like the ones I have with my friends and teammates.

I am excited that I can take two things I love, MMA and writing, and blend them into one.  And I hope my readers find reading my fight scenes just as exciting as watching a fight.

Breaking the Silence (Book Two of the Hard Drive Series)

Release Date: September 17, 2014

Publisher: Sweet Cravings Publishing (www.sweetcravingspublishing.com)

Genre: Contemporary/Sports/Sweet Romance Novel

Blurb:

MMA Bad Boy Rico Choate falls for Avery, a deaf Marine – but will she stick around when she learns of his career in the octagon?

Rico Choate is a MMA bad boy with a love ‘em and leave ‘em attitude.  That is until he meets Avery Walker, a deaf Marine who lost her hearing when her transport was destroyed in an I.E.D explosion in Afghanistan.  He falls hard for her, even learning sign language from his friend, Chloe, so he can talk to her.

Avery has worked hard to overcome her deafness. She doesn’t need anyone’s sympathy. She’s living a perfectly normal life and has no time for celebrities who have everything handed to them on a silver platter.

Because of Avery’s pride, Rico to keep his career in mixed martial arts a secret.  But how long can he keep such a huge part of his life separate from the woman he loves?  And if she does find out, how will she react? Can Avery set her stubbornness aside, or will secrets and pride keep these two apart?

Buy Links

Sweet Cravings Publishing ||| Amazon ||| Barnes and Noble ||| All Romance E-books ||| Smashwords

Author Bio:

Tricia Andersen lives in Iowa with her husband, Brian and her three children – her sons, Jake and Jon, and her daughter, Alex.  She graduated from the University of Iowa with a Bachelor of Arts in English and from Kirkwood Community College with an Associate of Arts degree in Communications Media/Public Relations.  Along with writing (which she loves to do), Tricia practices mixed martial arts, coaches and participates in track and field, reads, sews and is involved in many of her children’s activities.

Tricia is one of the hosts of the Blog Talk Radio show Freshly Booked, a part of Writers Online Network.  She is also a member of the Romance Writers of America.

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MamaKitty is a mother to a beautiful little girl, wife to her own real life hero, a registered radiographic technologist, student, book reviewer, and author of contemporary romance (as Paige Prince). She hates to be bored, loves a good book, and can usually be found on Twitter or Facebook.

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New release from Elise Hepner: Ex-Retreat

 

After Chloe Barrons’ fiancé cheats on her via webcam, she begrudgingly accepts her Type-A mother’s offer of a spur of the moment luxury spa weekend. But things don’t play out quite from point A to point B when she arrives drunk and disoriented on the front porch of a deserted North Carolina beach house. From the very start she’s caught off guard by Noah Knightly, a sinfully sexy, self-proclaimed commitment-phobe who’s a handyman for his sister’s relationship rehabilitation center—a rehab where Chloe is the sole guest during off-season.

But faced with temptation, to stay guarded she’ll have to call the shots.

Noah shouldn’t have taken Chloe’s reservation. But in need of a second pair of hands to fix up the beach house, he throws all his sister’s rules out the window. Soon he worries that maybe he’s bitten off more than he can chew: each day Chloe cracks more of his cocky façade bringing down his guards to reveal a stuttering geek who has a hidden will to please her in any way possible.

With no way to ignore her pain, Noah sets himself up as a guniea pig to prove to Chloe that not all men are created equal—in or out of the bedroom. As Chloe comes into her own through every sexual session, Noah needs to decide if he’s man enough to accept the one thing he never thought he wanted—love.

Warning: This book contains a geeky, secretly insecure but overly cocky handy-man with a penchant for pleasing, a dominatrix in training who’s on the rebound, and enough smut to strip a couple layers off your soul. Plus there’s mac n’ cheese with a smattering of self-actualization for good measure.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Elise Hepner lives with her husband, two ferrets, and an eccentric cat in Pennsylvania. She spends the majority of her free time in her basement
office concocting smutty characters and sinful situations that leaves readers satisfied. When not writing, she researches everything from automatons in the 18th century to gladiatorial rules in Ancient Rome. She prides herself on being an avid information hound as well as a blog reading addict–which is her favorite way to procrastinate. Her previous publications include books and stories with Excessica, Ellora’s Cave, and Cleis Press.

EXCERPT:

“Hello? Mothership to Chloe? You there or is there a break in transmission? Because I don’t have any experience in bringing back patients from a catatonia. That’s Phil’s job and he’s not coming back until the fall.”

“Sorry.”

“I was asking which you’d rather start with, the pipe work, or weatherproofing the three decks out back.”

“The second one.”

“Thought that would be your pick. Stand up, please.”

She shrugged and did what he asked, but didn’t move an inch from the chair.

“Hey, so, thanks for taking care of me last night. You didn’t have to do that and I appreciate it.”

“Sure.”

His one word answer exuded gentleness. Maybe it was the soft-spoken respect behind it, like he wouldn’t have dared do anything else. Two large steps and he was in front of her, so close she sharply inhaled and her fists clenched tight behind her back. She actively avoided looking at him. Too close for comfort. Her focus scattered as she tried to ignore him, looking everywhere in the room. Tension threaded and wound tight through every muscle and she wanted more than anything to step away from him—but she sure as shit didn’t want Noah to know exactly how vulnerable one little movement had made her.

“It really wasn’t a problem.”

“Mmmhm,” she replied, weighing her options, trying not to look weak in the face of so much male muscle.

“Hey…”

His hand cradled her chin and she jerked back, almost tripping before his arms cinched around her waist anchoring her against his firm chest. With a yelp she planted her hands on his shoulders, unable to do anything else. She scrambled to stay upright, their gazes locked.

Why hadn’t he let her go the minute he sensed she’d gained her balance? She fumbled for words. But there was nothing as his thumb slid along her lower back in small, smooth strokes as if he were trying to calm her down. But it only served to set her whole body on fire while time stood still and she weighed the merits of pulling away. Whether he would let her go at all.

A smile barely brushed his lips. His hands tightened on her waist, fingers twisting in her cardigan. Without too much thought, her fingers mirrored his tension resting on his shoulders. Beneath her palms he was warmer than she thought possible. He must have been burning up in his sweater. Which begged the question—what would he look like without it?

“That could ha-ha-ha-have been bad,” he stuttered and she watched his Adam’s apple work as he swallowed hard.

“Yeah.”

That was all that came out of her mouth. She processed his cocky swagger crumble to an endearing affect that made her pulse slide into overdrive. His face lit up, beet red, as he blinked behind his glasses. Her fingertips traced the foreign lines of his collarbone. She couldn’t bring herself to break their sensual embrace.

They’d never been close enough for her to notice his scent—like ink and citrus. The odd mixture suited him. His nostrils flared as she continued tracing him with her thumbs. But he hadn’t drawn away. Flat against him, Noah wasn’t tense, only watchful with his strong, unbreakable grip above her hips. How much longer would they stray into this land of intimacy? One of them had to have the willpower to pull away, before this went way too far. Chloe hadn’t been dragged to the beach house to have rebound sex with a stranger for three days. An hour ago she wanted nothing to do with men, but she couldn’t bring herself to pull away when she was chomping at the bit for any kind of touch.

Yet, Chloe couldn’t check her urge to go on tiptoe, inviting his kiss with a firm squeeze to his shoulders. That’s when he broke away like he’d been burned. Noah must have cleared three feet away from her and she was left with a stone weighing down her stomach. Okay, so that went badly. Think.

“Uh…” he said.

Think. Think. Think, damn it!

Chloe bit back a noise of hurt. Yeah, that’s the last thing he needed—a mental case chick who couldn’t check her own impulses while she was in rehab for being a relationship ditz. Although, he’d started all the flirty-flirty.

“So, don’t I need some kind of safety gear or something?”

Voice only a little bit like Minnie Mouse—she could work with that.

Noah nodded and spun marching out the door.

 

She’d made no comment. Not a single joke, laugh, or snide remark. He moved blindly through the house feeling as if his head was going to float off his body. His body still bristled from his expectations—the inevitable end result of his stutter and he ran a hand through his hair. A low breath later he rested against the banister on the top floor living room.

“Why the hell did you move out of the way, you dingbat?” He said under his breath while his fingers tightened on the banister behind him.

When she’d moved in, all but inviting him to kiss her, he’d wimped out. Practically hightailed it out of there as if even touching Chloe would give him frostbite or something. He squeezed the banister trying to shake his trembling, but there was no other way to react to her hinting when he was still coming to grips with her reaction to his deformity. It wasn’t that he didn’t want her, come on, that was obvious. He just had to look the gift horse in the mouth first.

Noah groaned and cracked his neck. What the hell was wrong with him?

Which was worse acknowledging his stutter and getting it out in the open or glazing over it altogether, as if it wasn’t a glaring black mark? His face heated and he paced the cheap carpet uncaring if he wore holes in it. Did he want to kiss Chloe? Stupid question. Next. Hell, if he had kissed her well enough he was pretty sure he could erase all memory of his screwup and give him enough time to play with that he’d make a better impression. Until he did it again. She just made him so…so…nervous. Even admitting that made his gut twist until he licked his lips and took a restless seat on the couch.

“Get. Yourself. Together.”

It was his fault that it had been an embarrassingly long time since…yeah…since that had happened. Even admitting it in his own head was pathetic. There was no way to salvage the moment. No way to storm back in there, clasp her to him, and plant one on her until she was trembling and breathless. Noah didn’t have it in him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. God, it wasn’t for lack of trying—the image was seared into the back of his brain. He could almost feel her soft lips pressing against his own in surprise before she gave in and took his mouth completely and with no mercy.

But then he lost himself too. Until she plunged her tongue into his mouth and he gave himself up to her petite body as he wrapped around her body like a vine to a tree. The vivid imagery nearly knocked him flat out. One second they were locked in an embrace that made her thick and hard thinking about it, and the next she was shoving him down on his knees with one pale, petite hand. Her face was unreadable, a twinkle in her eye that made his mouth dry up as he tried to keep his breathing steady, but breathing in her light floral scent with every second.

Noah groaned, fisting his hands in his hair. This was absolutely absurd, what the hell was wrong with him? He forced his eyes open and blinked away from the images playing across his eyelids like dirty movies only for his enjoyment. Every guy fantasized about women, but this, this was different. He shook his head. Blinked. Tried to get a grip on reality while stalwartly ignoring the aching hard on in his jeans. Even reaching into his jeans to adjust through his boxers made him bite back a low moan that sizzled up his spine.

There was something about Chloe. Something. He yanked his hand out of his pants and glanced down the stairs, as if she’d come up them any second and see him. The idea of going back down there made him bristle. Would she see everything he’d laid out in his skull despite the fact that he was locking it down? Noah bit his lip and grumbled an inarticulate stream of frustrated nonsense. Sure, it had been awhile in the bedroom department…but, Christ, that imagery kicking up in his head! He could still sense her fingers running through his hair, prickling his scalp—before she yanked his gaze upward to rest on her simpering smile.

Noah shivered, every muscle in his body tight with confusion.

He’d had fantasies…but never like these.

What the hell did he get himself into?

Mama Kitty

MamaKitty is a mother to a beautiful little girl, wife to her own real life hero, a registered radiographic technologist, student, book reviewer, and author of contemporary romance (as Paige Prince). She hates to be bored, loves a good book, and can usually be found on Twitter or Facebook.

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Happy release day Desiree Holt!!

Finding Julia

Can a moment of passion outlast years of secrets and misery?

For Julia Patterson, meeting Luke Buchanan awakens within her a passion she’s never dared dream possible. He claims her body and and helps her remember what it means to be a woman. But Fate has a twisted sense of humor. Just when Julia is ready to step over the threshold into a wonderful new life, her almost-ex-husband is diagnosed with a heart condition that puts her divorce on hold. Turning her back on Luke is the most difficult thing she’s ever done. But Julia has a secret, one that Charles discovers and uses against her.

Years later, when Luke walks back into Julia’s life, the passion between them is just as explosive. But Charles is still controlling her from the grave, and the secret Julia has hidden for fourteen years could destroy their dreams forever.

  • Contemporary
  • Novel
  • Lyrical Press, An Imprint of Kensington Publishing
  • September 29, 2014

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EXCERPT:

“Our executive vice president is tied up in a meeting right now,” Howard whispered as the executive staff filed in. “He’s the one who says yea or nay. He’ll join us as soon as he can.”

Great. Would he expect her to do it all over again for him?

She sighed and began her presentation again.

It was well into the afternoon and she was pulling out copies of the proposed budget to distribute when the door to the boardroom opened quietly, and Julia’s stomach dropped to the floor. She felt as if an electric surge slammed into her, plucking at every one of her nerve endings.

The man who silently took a seat at the end of the table wasn’t necessarily handsome, but he was one hundred percent male. Liquid brown eyes were framed by the thickest lashes she had ever seen on a man. She noticed the strong jaw and the lines of character etched on an incredibly masculine face. Straight brown hair, a hint of silver reflecting in the lights, was worn just a little long, giving him a slightly rakehell look.

The classic dark business suit barely concealed the power he radiated. More than that, he exuded an aura of self, of authority, of comfort in his own skin few men were able to attain. She could think of only three words to describe him. Dark. Edgy. Dangerous. In her entire thirty years, no man had ever affected her the way this man did. Certainly not Charles. She clamped down on her reaction, forbidding herself to let her thoughts wander into forbidden territory. As she’d learned, her judgment where men were concerned left a great deal to be desired.

“Let me interrupt a moment.” Manning jumped to his feet. “Julia, meet Lucas Buchanan, our executive vice president. He’s been in another meeting until now.”

“I’m pleased you could join us, Mr. Buchanan.” Julia pasted on her professional smile and hoped her voice sounded firmer to the others than it did to her.

Lucas Buchanan nodded at her. “Luke, please. Sorry to be late. Please don’t let me interrupt.”

She struggled to pick up the threads of what she’d been saying, her brain suddenly addled, and her hands unsteady. It took every ounce of personal discipline to keep focused on her presentation.

Mama Kitty

MamaKitty is a mother to a beautiful little girl, wife to her own real life hero, a registered radiographic technologist, student, book reviewer, and author of contemporary romance (as Paige Prince). She hates to be bored, loves a good book, and can usually be found on Twitter or Facebook.

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Truth or Dare by Mira Lyn Kelly release day + GIVEAWAY

TRUTH OR DARE—September 16th!

 
In a deliciously sexy twist on the classic game, USA Today bestselling author Mira Lyn Kelly proves that when playing truth or dare—always choose dare.
After her one attempt at commitment ends with the discovery that her fiancé already has a wife and kid, Maggie Lawson vows that the only people she’ll love ’til death do they part will be her friends. Unfortunately that means Maggie letting her bestie rope her into a year-long dating dare: score a new date each month or pay a penalty. Seems doable—until Maggie’s date stands her up, leaving only one option: the sexy stud who just moved in upstairs. The problem? He and Maggie can’t stop fighting—and that’s just the beginning.
His name is Tyler Daniels and the last thing he needs is his neighbor distracting him with her girl-next-door smile and sharp tongue. Tyler’s in Chicago for one reason: to woo back his selfish ex in order to reclaim the child he once thought was his—and that means keeping Maggie out of his bed. A tall order, since Maggie has become a bigger temptation than he ever expected to face. But before they can even consider leaving the past behind, Maggie and Tyler must accept a brand-new dare: real, forever love.
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from Truth or Dare
“Tyler’s Kiss”
 
“Wow, that was— I didn’t really— But I should have—” Maggie stammered breathlessly, trying to force herself to let Tyler go. Step away and put the distance they needed back between them. Only with their eyes locked, breath mingling in the chilled night air, and the kiss she should have known better than to ask for still fresh on her lips, the most she could manage was flexing her fingers enough so her hands were free to coast down the thick column of his neck, over the front of his coat, and when the temptation was too great, back up again.
She didn’t want to let him go—didn’t want their moment to end.
“With your other dates,” Tyler began slowly, his eyes squinting closed. “Do you ever let them kiss you more than once?”
She wanted to laugh, because the idea of willingly letting any of those other guys back at her mouth was beyond ludicrous, something she ought to have had some smart quip about—only in that moment nothing seemed funny.
This was the end.
Forcing a shaky breath, she shook her head. “No. Never.”
Tyler nodded, his eyes dark and unsettled. “Good.”
His jaw set as though he were getting his head back into the right place. The place where they moved on from a kiss the intensity of which she couldn’t remember experiencing before and, putting it behind them, went forward as friends.
Like she wanted.
Deep down, she knew it was true, even if it didn’t feel that way right then.
The hand at her hip tensed. And when she looked back into Tyler’s eyes, she saw the dying embers of a conflict she hadn’t realized he was fighting. A conflict she didn’t fully understand until the divide between them closed again. Tyler’s lips came down on hers, hard, and then he was holding her so tight, and her hands were in his hair again, pulling him closer as he bowed her back, devouring her mouth like he was starved for the kiss he’d just had. Groaning against her when she met his hunger with the equal of her own.
Her back hit the door and everything inside her went hot and liquid, needy and intense. Any shred of control or restraint tore free of her grasp, violently stripping her thoughts of reason and rules. Because all she wanted was this.
Tyler.
Reminding her of everything she’d forgotten.
Teaching her things she hadn’t even known.
Waking the places within her that had been numb for so long, they burned coming back to life.

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Mama Kitty

MamaKitty is a mother to a beautiful little girl, wife to her own real life hero, a registered radiographic technologist, student, book reviewer, and author of contemporary romance (as Paige Prince). She hates to be bored, loves a good book, and can usually be found on Twitter or Facebook.

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