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WYOMING WIFE? G-Excerpt #2 contemporary romance

WYOMING WIFE? Silhouette Desire by Shawna Delacorte reissued by Harlequin in ebook


G-EXCERPT # 2:  (first kiss)

“Samantha?” Jace’s voice came from the living room.

She heard him call her name, and a fraction of a second later the butterflies began to flit around inside her stomach. She took a calming breath, then called out to him. “In the kitchen.”

“Did you find everything okay?” He walked directly to the cupboard and took out a mug without even glancing at the table she had so painstakingly prepared. He grabbed the pot and filled the mug. He took one sip of the coffee, held it in his mouth for a moment, then finally swallowed it. He stared into the mug and scrunched his face into a disagreeable frown before looking quizzically at Samantha. “What is this stuff?”

“It’s coffee.” She didn’t have a clue what had prompted his question and strange behavior. “What did you think it was?”

He dumped the contents of the mug, picked up the pot and poured the rest of the coffee down the drain.

She rushed to the sink, watched the coffee swirl down the drain, then stared up at him. Her bewilderment carried over into the tone of her voice. “What’s wrong? What do you think you’re doing?”

He threw away the used coffee grounds and started anew. “I’m making coffee. That stuff you made could more aptly be referred to as tea.”

“Wait just a minute…” She felt the anger flush across her cheeks. “There was nothing wrong with that coffee. That’s the way I always make it and I’ve never had any complaints before.”

“Well, maybe your friends are ultra polite or maybe they’ve never had to warm up after being out in a blizzard. Either way, coffee has to be a lot stronger than this barely tinted hot water of yours.”

“Strong coffee is not good for the system. Studies show—”

He whirled around to face her. “Studies aren’t going to warm me up after being outdoors in a subzero wind-chill factor.”

She tried to keep the irritation out of her voice, but it crept in anyway. “This falls within the realm of my area of expertise. Studies of the coffee-drinking habits of office workers clearly show—”

His retort was immediate and emphatic. “Running a ranch does not have a parallel connection to working in an office. It’s like comparing horses and cattle. They may both be four-legged animals, but that doesn’t mean they’re interchangeable in their uses.”

Her anger flared. She glowered at him as she jumped on what she felt was his unwarranted criticism. “Your horses and cows don’t have a thing to do with—”

He moved so quickly that Samantha didn’t have time to react. One minute they were engaged in a disagreement that could have turned into a full-scale argument, and the next minute his mouth covered hers with a heated intensity unlike anything she had ever before experienced—a heated intensity that was at the same time strangely hesitant and unsure, a heated intensity that tasted of longing and loneliness as much as desire.

Her first reaction was to pull away from him, even though his attentions were far from being unwanted. It was all so sudden, so startling, so unplanned…and so very exciting. His warmth flowed through her, providing her with a taste of the passion that existed beneath the cool exterior of Jace Tremayne. She lifted her arms around his neck. Then she felt herself being pulled into his embrace.

There was a strength about him that came from the security of knowing who he was and being content with that knowledge. He was a man who knew what he wanted out of life and where he was going. It was the type of strength she had longed for, the type of strength that had eluded her in her drive to please her parents, the type of strength she had not found in the person of Jerry Kensington. It was an honesty she found very appealing…and incredibly sexy.


WYOMING WIFE?, a Harlequin Desire by Shawna Delacorte, is an ebook reissue available at (do search for author name Shawna Delacorte).  Also available at Barnes and Noble in NookBooks and  Amazon for Kindle   Information is available on my website at


Samantha Burkett knew microwave meals, rush-hour gridlock and men in three-piece suits. But an ill-fated trip to Wyoming in the midst of a blizzard set her reality on its ear….

Jace Tremayne had literally swooped down from the big sky of save her life. The rugged, tautly muscled rancher hadn’t taken no for an answer, flinging her over his shoulder and flying her by copter to his remote ranch to wait out the worst of the storm. But close quarters with this irresistible cowboy showed Samantha how truly different their worlds were. And how completely Jace rocked hers….

But could she ever be content as this man’s Wyoming wife?


Text Copyright © 1997 by SKDennison, Inc. Cover Art Copyright © 1997 by Harlequin Enterprises Limited. Permission to reproduce text granted by Harlequin Books S.A. Cover art used by arrangement with Harlequin Enterprises Limited. All rights reserved. ® and ™ are trademarks owned by Harlequin Enterprises Limited or its affiliated companies, used under license.

WHO’S BEEN SLEEPING IN MY BED? mystery romantic/suspense G-Excerpt #2

WHO’S BEEN SLEEPING IN MY BED? Harlequin Intrigue mystery romantic/suspense by Shawna Delacorte reissued by Harlequin in ebook


G-EXCERPT #2:  (surveillance on her house)

Reece drove down Brandi’s street, taking careful note of every parked car. He didn’t drive so slowly that he would look suspicious to the neighbors, but slowly enough that he didn’t miss anything. Her sketch indicated a gate from the back alley to her yard and a side door from the yard to the garage. He could enter the house that way without anyone in front seeing him. But first, he wanted to make sure no one was watching from the street.

For an hour he had turned things over in his mind as he drove from his cabin to her house. Had he just been pulled into another bad situation by a beautiful woman who appeared vulnerable and seemed in need of his help? Was he being set up again, only this time with a longer prison sentence waiting on the horizon? But could he afford to pass up an opportunity to even things with Frank James, no matter what the risk? He wasn’t at all sure he was doing the right thing.

Had he ended up frightening Brandi more than instilling a sense of confidence? He touched his fingers to the scratches on the side of his face. Yes, indeed—she had fought to protect herself. Unfortunately, he had been on the receiving end of her attack. After that, had he managed to assuage her fears?

A flicker of light caught his attention, snapping his mind away from his thoughts and back to the task at hand. The breath froze in his lungs. His senses went on full alert. A man was sitting in a car parked across the street from Brandi’s house, his cigarette lighter supplying just enough illumination to see the man’s face. There was no doubt in his mind—Detective Sergeant Frank James, recently promoted to the rank of lieutenant.

Years of anger and resentment twisted in his gut, turning his insides into a seething cauldron. It took all his conscious control to continue driving in a straight line at the same speed and not do anything to arouse suspicion. When he arrived at the corner he made a left turn so that he could come back through the alley behind Brandi’s house. As soon as he was out of the lieutenant’s line of sight, he pulled over to the curb and stopped.

His worst nightmare and his foremost obsession all rolled up into one. Frank James—the crooked cop who had lied on the witness stand. The man responsible for sending him to prison. Frank James and his cohort, an enticing and devious little sexpot named Cindy Thatcher. Cindy had played him for a fool from day one, and he had been so dazzled that he hadn’t seen it coming.


WHO’S BEEN SLEEPING IN MY BED?, a Harlequin Intrigue by Shawna Delacorte, has been reissued in ebook available at (do search for author name Shawna Delacorte). Also available at Barnes and Noble in NookBooks and Amazon for Kindle at Information is available on my website


After a long day, the last thing private eye Reece Covington expected to find was a beautiful stranger hiding out in his remote mountain cabin. And when she awoke and told him she was in danger, Reece had an immediate and intense need to protect her. Who was this woman who’d turned his world upside down?

Local law enforcement claimed there was little evidence supporting the danger Brandi Doyle reported she was in. Luckily, Reece quickly discovered the stalker Brandi was running from was the same man Reece was running to…for vengeance. But would their intimate connection only give an elusive criminal more ammunition for murder?


Text Copyright © 2007 by SKDennison, Inc. Cover Art Copyright © 2007 by Harlequin Enterprises Limited. Permission to reproduce text granted by Harlequin Books S.A. Cover art used by arrangement with Harlequin Enterprises Limited. All rights reserved. ® and ™ are trademarks owned by Harlequin Enterprises Limited or its affiliated companies, used under license.


HIS MAGICK TOUCH erotic witch romance for Halloween PG-Excerpt #6

A Story For Halloween

HIS MAGICK TOUCH erotic witch romance by Samantha Gentry


PG-EXCERPT #6 [Raina's dilemma]

Raina had never met anyone like Devon. His power as a High Priest went without saying. His strength of character, personal integrity, and magnetism were equally impressive. The silver aura consistently surrounding him attested to that. How could Miranda have made all those disparaging remarks about him? It didn’t make any sense. But a lot of what her sister did and said didn’t make any sense. On numerous occasions, she wished they had been closer. She had tried to reach out to her sister, but it seemed that Miranda purposely rejected all her efforts.

That realization left her sad and emotionally wounded, something she had tried to come to terms with other the years. It also left her as confused as her scattered memories of her past. But somehow being nestled in Devon’s embrace went a long way toward easing the pain of her sister’s rejection. She had never felt closer to anyone than she did to him at that moment. Was she reading something into the situation that wasn’t there? She had asked him to tutor her in sex magick. Was she trying to project her own growing emotional attachment for him onto the intimacy of their physical interactions? She needed to keep the reality of the situation firmly in mind.

His lips brushed softly against her forehead, pulling her from her thoughts. “We need to talk about today.”

She jerked to attention, his words striking at the heart of her concerns. “Oh…of course, I understand. You have plans for today…obligations.” She attempted to extricate herself from his arms. “Someone of your position must also have business to deal with as well as coven responsibilities to address prior to the Samhain gathering.”

To her surprise, he refused to let go of her. “Slow down. You’re understanding me too quickly. Let me tell you what I have in mind.”


HIS MAGICK TOUCH erotic witch romance by Samantha Gentry, available from The Wilder Roses, the Scarlet Rose line of erotic romance from The Wild Rose Press

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BLURB:  As the powerful High Priest of his coven, Devon Bainbridge lives by the witch’s credo of Harm To None. Yet he is willing to sacrifice everything in his century long quest for revenge. He intends to use Raina St. Clair as a means of locating her sister, the witch who misused her powers to destroy his brother. But once he meets Raina, his plan doesn’t go as intended, especially when he discovers her agenda. She wants to learn sex magick.

Is Raina the one woman who could save Devon from himself?


How Do You Convince A Ghost to Head for the Light?

Fallen Leaves Blurb –  As autumn comes to the  Winston estate in Ohio, Amber Harrison learns further lessons in her new position as keeper for the spirits and ghosts who haunt the estate–and further lessons in love, too. She and her love, Carter Miller, grapple with the fears and passions of new love, while caught up in the storm of ancient family drama.


This is the second book in the unfolding saga of the psychics and talents associated with the Winston estate, a sheltered place where past, present, and future are woven into a single dramatic tapestry of love and desire. The tale spans multiple generations, multiple eras, and offers something special for all ages of reader. A sexy, erotic winner, with an assortment of couples to appeal to most tastes.


Amber reviewed possible solutions to Gwen’s problems, while watching Molly and Beth float around the room.

“I believe trust is Gwen’s issue,” Beth announced as if she’d found the answer.

“Trust?” Amber didn’t see how that would cause her great grandmother’s ghost to roam the halls of Winston Manor.

“Yes. I bet she thinks you’re the only one who has any faith in her.” Beth pushed her wire-rim glasses farther up on her regal nose.

“No, your theory doesn’t make sense. Gwen’s main objective is to protect Amber,” Molly argued. “Every time she’s appeared, her life has been in danger.”

“But it may not be her true reason for not crossing over into the spiritual realm.” Beth rubbed her hands on her crisp white apron.

“Wait.” Amber stood and stared at the two spirits. “Are you telling me Gwen has an excuse for being a ghost?”

Molly glided closer. The fringe on her 1920s style dress danced around her knees. “Ghosts live between worlds, not on Earth but tied to it. They have unresolved issues that won’t let them give up their prior life.”

“Until we find out what’s holding Gwen back, you’ll never be able to convince her to move on to heaven.” Beth shook her head in regret. “She can’t see us, so we can’t talk to her and discover the answer.”

“Still, the family council wants me to help her and will kick me out of my job, if I can’t achieve the task.” Amber walked across her suite and stopped next to the drop-leaf table. She retrieved her cup and gulped her coffee. The sour flavor mixed with her bitter frustration.

Her second challenge from the family spirits should be easy to solve. After all, her first assignment, to identify a murderer, had sent her into a killer’s path and embroiled her in the family’s dark history.

Jonathan, as leader of the council, hadn’t appreciated her intruding into his past. He’d threatened to throw her out of the house when she’d tried to prove Gwen hadn’t deserted him for a younger man. If her great grandmother’s ghost hadn’t shown up, Amber might not have discovered the truth and saved her job.

Again, she had to solve a two-hundred-year-old mystery. This task appeared to be even more difficult. “Jonathan only gave me a month.”

“We know, dear.” Molly wrung her hands as if uncertain as to the outcome of the assignment. “That’s why we’re struggling to determine Gwen’s motivation for staying a ghost.”

Beth lifted Amber’s cup and set it on the tray. “Look, you’re tired. Why don’t we take a break? You should go outside and get a breath of fresh air.”

Molly stood, her dainty feet floating inches from the floor. “We’ll talk later.”

Both spirits vanished.

Disheartened with the slow progress of helping Gwen, Amber picked up the tray and walked toward the door.

Maybe she’d call Lilia never hurt to garner additional help from a psychic. Also, from the way Susan had described her sister, the girl needed a friend.

It’s worth a shot.


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OPEN IN PRIVATE G-Excerpt #6 erotic Christmas romance

OPEN IN PRIVATE erotic Christmas romance by Samantha Gentry


G-EXCERPT #6: (why are you here?)

The doorbell stopped her half way across the room. A wave of irritation rippled through her in response to the unwanted interruption. She was in no mood for company, especially her neighbor two doors down the street who seemed to always be out of something and needed to borrow from her just until she could get to the store. There had been so many times Carli wanted to suggest that she go to the store now. Or better yet, tell her next time to make sure she had all the ingredients before she started cooking something. And today was definitely one of those times.

She took a calming breath to settle her annoyance, then opened the door.

Shock…elation…anger. She stared in stunned silence when her gaze landed on Parker. Frozen to the spot, unable to move, incapable of doing anything other than continuing to stare. Confusion ran rampant. Her heartbeat jumped into high gear. She experienced a shortness of breath. Was it possible for him to be even more desirable than when she last saw him a week ago?

“May I come in?” He flashed a sexy smile even though his eyes held a degree of uncertainty, something akin to hesitation. In spite of that, the sound of his smooth voice lulled her into a state of compliance. She stepped aside and motioned him in.

Parker closed the door behind him. He immediately noticed her nervousness, a condition matching his own anxiety. So many times during the last week, he had started toward her house, then changed his mind. He wanted the feel of her body next to his, to have her folded in his embrace, to taste her lips. But instead, he had settled for phoning her twice and not saying anything relevant. And now, he fought his urge to pull her into his arms and claim her mouth as his with an all-consuming kiss.

“I’m, uh, surprised to see you. Why are you here?” Her voice carried a full measure of apprehension.



As a personal shopper, Charlene Vance values her professional association with long time client Parker Simmons. But at the meeting to discuss the list for this year’s Christmas purchases, she learns that Parker is divorced and the ex-wife is off his list. When lunch leads to dessert between the sheets, Charlene is eager to move their relationship beyond good business and incredible sex.

Parker Simmons doesn’t want anything more permanent than what’s on the menu for today. But Charlene’s enthusiasm to experiment in bed satisfies his darker appetites and suddenly he’s craving more. Parker might need her help with holiday gift ideas but he’s got his own shopping agenda. On his list? Gifts only for Charlene—to open in private.


OPEN IN PRIVATE erotic Christmas romance by Samantha Gentry is available at The Wilder Roses, the Scarlet Rose line of erotic romance from The Wild Rose Press.    Also available at other online vendors.

Additional information and excerpts available on my website


Predator’s Claim, Gemini Island Shifters 4, by Rosanna Leo

We all love an Alpha wolf, don’t we? Somehow, romance audiences always appreciate these gruff men and their sharp teeth. A man who isn’t afraid to bite can be a real turn on.

My hero Bart Cairo from Predator’s Claim is no different. He’s lean, he’s mean and he’s hungry…for you.

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For years, wolf shifter Bart Cairo has harbored secret feelings for his co-worker, Charlotte Moffatt. Even though he thinks he’s been discreet with his affections, everyone at Gemini Island’s Ursa Fishing Lodge knows he and Charlotte, a fellow wolf shifter, are meant to be mates. Everyone but Charlotte.

Charlotte couldn’t be less interested in mating. A free spirit, she wants nothing more than to succeed at her new career in the big city and leave small-town Gemini Island behind. However, she can’t deny Bart stirs up unwanted emotions inside her. Emotions she swore she’d never feel again.

The occasion of Bart’s family reunion compels him to assume new responsibilities, and to consider a role he never envisioned for himself. Family tensions rise to the surface as a new Alpha is proclaimed in his pack. And when old grudges escalate, Bart must stake his claim.

Charlotte resists as he stakes a claim on her as well. But when he begins to employ sexual tactics of temptation, she wonders if the only solution is submission to the enticing wolf man. Can she trust her heart again? And can they find their happy ending before an enemy cuts their story short?




He pushed aside one of the suitcases in his way and backed her up against the sitting room wall. He put his hands on either side of her head, closing her in, and leaned toward her. Soaking up the scent of her talc-scented skin and her womanly heat, he inhaled deeply, knowing she was hot for him. “Did our kiss mean nothing to you?”

She blinked. As she stared at him, tears threatened, pooling at the corners of her eyes, but she banished them with another punishing series of blinks. “Nothing.”

Oh, she was good, but he was better. No kidding a kidder, after all. He wet his lips and pinned his gaze on hers, which were now trembling ever so slightly. “You’re fooling yourself.”

“I’m not,” she said on a gulp. “I’m not…”

“Oh yes, you are,” he warned, his voice low and deep. “But that’s gonna stop here and now, Charles.” He moved his face closer to hers, bent his head, and dragged his tongue up the length of her neck. When she gasped, he felt her hold her breath and moved his tongue as slowly as possible. He ground his hips against her, and his cock thumped violently against her belly.

She slammed her hands against the wall behind her, clearly trying to get purchase on anything but him. Even still, her hips rolled against his in obvious invitation. “I want you to stop,” she cried. Her chest jerked as the plaint escaped her, and her tears finally tumbled down her cheeks.

He moved away, just millimeters so she could breathe. Cupping her face, he stared her right in the eyes. “Say it again, and maybe I’ll believe you this time.”

“I want you to…” she squeaked.

“What was that? I can’t quite hear you, princess.”

Her lips wobbled and her eyes crinkled in what could only be agony of the worst kind. “I want…Oh God! I want you.”

He let out the breath he’d been holding and shots of heat radiated through him.


He took her mouth in a savage kiss, meant to illustrate his dominance over her. He nipped at her lips, none too gently, and felt them swell under his touch. Good. That’s how he wanted her. Plump and overcome and ready for him. Always.

As he drove his tongue into her mouth, tangling it with hers, he heard her groan. Ecstasy made his cock riot in his pants, and he would have done anything in that moment to strip her of her clothes and plunge into her sweet moisture. His Charlotte. His woman. He’d make her his in every sense of the word, and soon.


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Rosanna Leo is a multi-published, erotic romance author with Liquid Silver Books who lives and breathes paranormal romance. Several of her books about Greek gods, selkies and shape shifters have been named Night Owl Romance and Two Lips Recommended Reads. When not writing, she can be found haunting dusty library stacks or planning her next star-crossed love affair.




Treats for you lovely Tricksters!

Well I finally made it to the party! It’s been a crazy week but I was determined to not let it stop me from celebrating the Holiday with all the great readers and authors that come out for the yearly TRS Spookapalooza event. Yesterday, I blogged about the significance of the Holiday for me and although I’m not a practicing pagan, I’ve decided to incorporate the tradition of reflection and introspection into my practices this year. That has required me to be at peace with the fact my work schedule (that pesky thing that pays my bills and mortgage) didn’t allow for my usual collection of horror shorts. It was hard for me to let that go, but once released I realized that I could still give the gift of my darker side, they’d just be a little gently used. So, this Halloween I spruced up shorts that had existed on my blog over the past few years and package them together in a collection for the world to see. It’s a bite sized morsel of what happens when my imagination is left to its more sinister devices and I do hope you enjoy them.

I wish everyone a Happy Halloween and Blessed Samhain!

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Stolen Desire by Barbara Donlon Bradley – book 7 of the Vespian Way

This is probably the darkest story I have written.


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When Heather is confronted with her time traveling self she fears the worse. The woman came to warn them of a terrible accident but something isn’t right. The visitors her future self says are there to help only wants to kidnap her and kill her mate. Using her mind she tries to protect her friends and family. Yet she wakes up as a prisoner after seeing the ship Storm is in blow up. She is now alone, and trapped. Somehow she has to figure out a way home and hopefully reverse all the horrible things that have taken her family from her.



Chapter One


Heather sighed as she opened her eyes and stretched. Before she could move she felt a warm hand on her breast.

“I see you’re awake.” Storm’s breath brushed against her cheek.

She looked up at her mate, who had a knowing smile on his face. “And I see you are awake too.” She was referring to the erection pressed against her hip.

“True, but I can’t help it when I have such a wonderful partner lying beside me.” Storm nibbled against her throat. “We still have time before we need to be anywhere.”

“Why didn’t you wake me earlier?” She smiled as he settled himself between her thighs. “You could have had all the time you want if you had.”

“Because the twins aren’t allowing you to get sleep enough yet. I don’t mind watching you sleep when I know you need it. It gives me time to appreciate having you in my life.” He dipped his head to her mark. “And waking you up this way is an anticipation I look forward to. I don’t mind stretching that out a little.”

“Because you know what will happen when I wake.”

“That is the best part.”

She felt him smile against her neck as he pulled the soft tissue of her mark into his mouth before he worked his way down her body.

“You are incorrigible.”

“And that is why I’m your heart.” His tongue lathed her nipple before drawing the tip into his mouth. She arched up against him and he slipped his hands under her.

A growl escaped him when they were interrupted by the computer system. “Heather, you have a communiqué from Admiral Barrister.”

She sighed again. This time in frustration. What did he want now?

“The last time he contacted us you ended up being whipped.” Storm blew against the tip before he climbed back up her body. “I’m inclined to not let you answer him.”

“Storm, I’m still part of Earth’s security.” She looked up at him, his face only inches above hers. “I can’t ignore him.”

“Fine, but you’re not getting out of this bed until I say so.” He rolled off her and helped her sit up and settle herself against him. “Put him on, Cim.”

“Sir.” She adjusted the cover to make sure she didn’t expose herself.

“Commander, sorry if I interrupted something, but we need to talk, in person.”

“Sir?” What was so important that he wanted them to make a trip to Earth. “You know it’s not that easy for me to step away from my duties here.”

“I know, but I have something to show you that you need to see.” Bear pressed a key and changed the image they were looking at. The new picture was a holding cell. Inside was a woman who looked a whole lot like Heather. “Before you ask I ran DNA tests against the data you gave me. She is you.”

“That isn’t possible.” She suddenly felt cold.

“Tell that to her.” Bear switched the image back to him. “Needless to say this was something I didn’t want Earth security to investigate too deeply so I pretended she was you. I’m on my way to Vespia and will need clearance in about fifteen minutes.”

“We’ll meet you at the landing port.” Storm closed the communiqué and was the first one up. “I don’t like this at all.”

“We need to contact Bert as well. Perhaps he could shed a little light on what is going on.” Heather stood as well. With a thought they were both dressed. Heather stepped into the twins’ bedroom to find them still asleep. She touched their heads softly before she walked back into the main room where Storm waited. “They’re sound asleep.”

“Then let’s go.” He placed his hand against the small of her back as they headed out the doors. “I have given Bear clearance to land and contacted Bert to join us. Your brother has been made aware as well so he’ll be here when the twins wake up.”

“Thank you.” She kept her thoughts to herself.

“You okay?”

“Yes, my heart.” Heather wrapped an arm around his waist and gave him a quick hug. “Just want to know what is going on.”

“So do I, my heart.”

They walked onto the tarmac and waited as Bear’s ship touched down.

Storm looked down at her upturned face as he pulled her close. She knew he picked up on the fact that she was tense and far too quiet. “I know this bothers you. Your silence tells me more than any words. I want to know why there is a woman in Bear’s ship who looks like you, too. Together we will get to the truth.”

“I wish Bear had told us more. Why is she, me here? What happened to force me to travel back in time?”

“My question as well.” They had come to the same conclusion. The woman in question was probably from the future which didn’t bode well. She knew he could smell her fear and wrapped his arms around her in support. “I’m sure he will explain everything he knows and your brother and Bert will explain the rest.”


“I don’t know what to tell you,” said Bear. They stood outside the room where Heather’s look-a-like paced the floor. “She came to me, claiming to be you, but from our near future with a message. Then she refused to speak after that.”

“Who is the message for?” asked Storm.

“You.” He looked at Heather. “Look, I tried to get her to talk to me, but she refused. She promised to explain everything once she saw Heather, which is why I brought her here. I didn’t know what else to do.”

“You did the right thing, Bear. I’ll talk to her and see what is going on.”

“I don’t think so.” Storm shook his head. After all they had been through he didn’t trust anyone and that included an exact copy of his mate.

“Then how are we to know why she is here?” Heather looked at him.

“Storm, that woman has been quite adamant about talking to your mate. Heather number two has also promised to go through any tests you might want her to go through as long as you allow her to speak to herself.” Bear shook his head. “It’s all a little strange to me.”

Kuarto walked into the medlab. “Really wish you would stay put when you call me. I went to the landing area as you requested and was told you had come here. This is where I was in the first place.”

“Sorry,” said Heather. “We needed to move indoors rather quickly.”

“What is so important that you…” He spotted the other Heather. “Never mind. I’m assuming you want me to check out your guest?”

“Please?” Heather rubbed her hands on her skirt, her nerves taking control. “We need to get to the bottom of this.”

Kuarto walked into the room where his sister’s look-a-like waited. Heather watched as he ran his tests. Where did this woman come from? Why was she here? He was frowning when he came back out.

“She is you. The DNA proves it, but she is also older than you. About six weeks.” He kept looking at his readings. “I don’t know how this is possible.”

“Thank you.” Heather knew. This version of her had time-traveled. She didn’t like the rock that was forming in the pit of her stomach. Something must have gone terribly wrong for her to come back in time. “Let’s find out what I have to say.”

Storm wrapped his arm around her waist to keep her at his side. “Wait for Bert. If that really is you then you know the consequences of getting too close to yourself.”


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Bookworm for Kids says “It was refreshing to read an inter-cultural romance. Kressa is a pure-blooded Mexican, and this is brought out very well – clashed against the all-American boy, Brad. ~ The characters are enjoyable.  ~ The romance was sweet, growing slowly with tons of uncertainty – like a real teenage romance does. I enjoyed the natural way this was dealt with and the unexpected problems that can arise in a cross-cultural relationship.”

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Adult Excerpt of Tropical Heat

 Here’s the blurb:

They2165-210x336 have one night together to explore their passion, fulfill their needs and quench their desires, but will one night be enough?

Rayne Willows is an artist from the Pacific Northwest looking to shake up her boring life. A trip to Jamaica sounds like the perfect way to let loose and rekindle her passion for photography. When she meets local man Marcus Greene on the beach in Ocho Rios, sparks immediately fly. Marcus offers to show Rayne around his beautiful hometown, but during the sightseeing tour, the two quickly realize the passion they have for each other can’t be held back. They decide to make their one night together a sexy experience neither of them is likely to forget.


Here’s the adult excerpt:

“Come on, let’s get back to the resort,” I said as I took him by the hand and hailed a taxi.

Once we got into the cab, still hand-in-hand, I couldn’t contain myself anymore. I pulled his fingers to my mouth and kissed each fingertip slowly, my hazel eyes never leaving his honey-hued ones. Marcus placed his other hand on my knee. Our eyes were still locked when he moved his hand up my thigh. He swirled his fingers in a small circular pattern on my skin. He let his digits investigate and explore as they inched closer to my crotch.

When Marcus used the tip of his index finger to flick my clit through my panties I arched my back and let out a moan. The cabbie cleared his throat and I glanced in his direction. His eyes were still on the road. My breath was coming in shallow bursts. My body was tingling with desire. The lips of my sex felt full and throbbing with need. I no longer gave a damn about who was around and what they saw.

I released Marcus’ hand and placed my hands on his face, pulling his lips to my mouth. I moaned when his tongue caressed mine while he simultaneously slid one of his hands into my sundress and began fondling my nipple. He plucked and pinched until he worked it into a hard bead of flesh. He continued to stroke my clit by rubbing his fingers along the outside of my thong. The sensation of the lace gliding against that swollen, slick nub created an intense friction. I felt like I was about to explode. Suddenly Marcus tore his mouth from mine and pulled his hand out of the top of my dress.

“We’re almost there,” he whispered in my ear.

I wanted to protest that yes, I was almost there so why had he stopped, but then I noticed we were pulling up to the entrance of the resort. Marcus still hadn’t removed his hand from beneath my dress, but he had slowed his strokes. Just before the taxi rolled to a stop he gave my clit one last hard, slow flick. I had to bite my lip to keep from calling out.

Marcus pulled his hand away from my crotch and brought it up near my face. I could see my juices glistening on his fingers and smell my musky scent. He brought his index finger to my lips and rubbed it back and forth slowly before thrusting it in my mouth.

“Suck,” he commanded me softly.

I locked my eyes on his and did as he’d told me, but I didn’t merely suck. I pushed his finger farther into my mouth and wrapped my lips around the base where it met his palm. I gently stroked the underneath with my tongue as I slowly slid it in and out of my mouth. I watched as his eyes rolled back into his head and he bit down on his lower lip.

The cabbie, no doubt tired of our sexual shenanigans, came to an abrupt stop outside the lobby entrance and barked out the amount of the fare. I released Marcus’ finger from my mouth and gave him a wicked smile. I dug out the sum and included a hefty tip, then Marcus helped me from the taxi and inside the resort. We sprinted through the lobby and hopped into the first elevator that arrived. Miraculously, it was empty. Marcus pushed some buttons until the doors closed.

“What floor?”

“Five,” I told him as I wedged my body between Marcus and the controls.

He punched in the button and we started to ascend to my floor. Since we were alone, I cupped the considerable bulge in the front of his shorts. My God, he’s huge.

Marcus leant down and began to suck my earlobe as he lazily stroked my breast through the outside of my dress. My knees nearly buckled. I pulled my hand away from his pants and gripped his forearms. To my relief, the shrill ding announced our arrival on the fifth floor.

We quickly broke apart. I turned away from Marcus and faced the door, prepared to be the first one to step off. Before I did, I turned to check the spot where I had just been standing. I was so turned on at this point I felt sure I’d left a puddle on the floor of the elevator. I hadn’t.

I dug my key out of my yellow shoulder bag and put it into the slot. As soon as we stepped over the threshold into my room we both lost what remained of our control. I dropped my bag and room key on the floor. Marcus grabbed me by the waist and hauled me against the wall, nearly knocking the wind from my lungs in the process. His mouth claimed mine as he gripped my ass and lifted me off the ground.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and entwined my arms behind his neck. I had a feeling I was in for a very rough ride, but that was okay.

Marcus pulled the thin, stretchy material of my dress down in one smooth motion. My breasts popped out and were in his hands within seconds. I let out a loud moan and ground against him, still craving a release.

“Hold on tight,” he told me as he wedged me harder against the wall. He removed his hands from my breasts and seconds later I heard him unzip his fly. His hand surfaced again, a foil wrapper at his fingertips. He tore the package open and slid his hands below my legs.

Once the condom was on, he bunched the material at my waist and didn’t even bother with removing my black lace thong. He simply slid the scrap of material to the side and entered me with a quick, hard thrust. I arched my neck in pleasure when I felt my nether lips stretch and envelop his thick cock.

He gripped my waist and began to move. With my back trapped against the wall, I used it as leverage to push him into me even farther. I ground my hips when he plunged into me, causing the tip of his erection to rub against my insides even more intensely.

“I’m almost there,” I screamed.

“Me too,” he said through gritted teeth.

Marcus began to thrust harder and removed one of his hands from my waist. He reached between our bodies and using his thumb, stroked my clit. He flicked the bud of flesh in a circular motion and soon his strokes pushed me over the edge. I released a loud, long moan as my body shuddered from the impact of such a mind-bending orgasm.

Marcus released me from his hold and I slid down the wall, landing on wobbly legs. Since there was more of my body out of my dress than in it, I pulled the damn thing over my head and dropped it to the floor. I stepped out of my thong panties as Marcus pulled the condom off and walked to the bathroom to drop it in the wastebasket.

I lowered the blankets on my bed and flopped back onto the pillows. Between my legs was a wet, sticky, throbbing mess, but I didn’t care. If anything, it made me want even more of Marcus. He stepped out of the bathroom naked. He was semi-erect, but I licked my lips at the way his penis hung between his legs and swung back and forth as he walked towards me.

His body was amazing. I had never seen such balance and symmetry. His physique had the cleanest lines of any I’d ever had the pleasure of viewing. He had the smoothest skin I’d ever seen. His complexion was silky and flawless. It looked as though someone had poured the finest milk chocolate all over his body. I was dying to know if his flesh tasted as sweet. I wanted to kiss my way down his rippling abs, swirl my tongue around his navel and wrap my lips around the head of his erection.

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