Friday, September 30, 2016

Special Sale on Scandals with Bite Book!

Hey everyone! His Ruthless Bite (Scandals with Bite, Book 4) is on special for $0.99 cents today!

So be sure to snag it while you can!




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Here's the blurb:

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The Lord Vampire of Rochester doesn’t do a favor without a price. And now it’s time to collect.
Gavin Drake, Baron of Darkwood is being pestered by nosy neighbors and matchmaking mothers of the mortal nobility. To escape their scrutiny, he concludes that it’s time to take a wife. After witnessing the young vampire Lenore’s loyalty to the Lord of London, he decides she is sufficient for the role.
After surviving kidnapping and abuse from rogue vampires, Lenore Graves wants to help other women recover from their inner wounds. She befriends physician John Elliotson and uses her vampire powers to aid him in using mesmerism on his patients. When the Lord Vampire of London declares that Lenore is the price the Lord Vampire of Rochester demands for aiding him in battle the previous year, she is terrified. Will all of her healing and hard work be destroyed by Ruthless Rochester? And yet, she can’t suppress stirrings of desire at the memory of their potent encounter.
After Gavin assures her that the marriage will be in name only, Lenore reluctantly accepts Gavin’s proposal rather than face potential animosity from her new lord. Determined to continue her work, she invites John Elliotson to Rochester. As they help women recover from traumas, Lenore explores her own inner turmoil and examines her attraction to her husband.
Gavin quickly realizes his marriage is a mistake. His new baroness’s involvement with the mesmerist is damaging his reputation among mortals and vampires alike. He knows he should put a stop to Lenore’s antics— yet her tender heart is warming his own and tempting him to make her his bride in truth.
As Lenore and Gavin’s relationship blossoms, the leader of a gang of rogue vampires embarks on a quest for vengeance against Gavin… using Lenore as his key.

Thursday, September 29, 2016

A Michaelmas Harvest (+ Book Giveaway)

Michaelmas Daisies
As a writer of historical romances—most set in Victorian England—I find I have to pay close attention to the calendar. Not just the modern American calendar with which I’ve grown up, but the British calendar too: all the rituals, traditions, and observances that are part of their culture and heritage.  So, in that spirit, Happy Michaelmas!

One of the annual quarter days, Michaelmas is observed on September 29 and marks the end of the harvest and the start of the year’s accounting. It also marks the onset of autumn, the beginning of the fall terms at British schools and universities, and the opening of the law courts.

Blackberry Pie (Devilishly Good?)
According to custom, special foods are eaten at Michaelmas, like bannocks and “stubble goose.” And a Michaelmas pie is often made from the last blackberries of the season, which are not picked thereafter, owing to the legend of the devil cursing the fruit after St. Michael expelled him from heaven and he landed in a bramble bush!

I would like to share my own Michaelmas harvest, in the form of a now completed series, which started almost four years ago with Waltz with a Stranger and continued with its sequel, A Song at Twilight. Since then, I’ve written two novellas set in the same universe, involving several of the same characters.

The most recent, A Scandal in Newport, was released just last month. A light-hearted romp with a whisper of intrigue, A Scandal in Newport features Thomas Sheridan and Amy Newbold, the secondary couple from Waltz with a Stranger, who find romance and danger when they travel to Newport, Rhode Island—playground of the American aristocracy—for the summer season.

The Heiress Series (# 1.5)
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In honor of the new release, A Wedding in Cornwall—written last year—has been given a new cover. Although I liked the original landscape cover, a more unified look seemed desirable now that The Heiress Series is complete. (Plus, I was a sucker for the romantic image of a woman gazing out to sea…)
The Heiress Series (# 2.5)
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Finally, I collected both novellas in The Heiress Brides, a paperback edition especially for lovers of print books!
Wrapping up this series was deeply satisfying, but also slightly bittersweet. Much has changed since I first began it, and I hope that I have grown both as a writer and a person in the intervening years. I’m also not closing the door entirely on the characters: some may well get their own stories down the road. In the meantime, I have a whole roster of projects on which I hope to get started… once I catch my breath!

Have you started or finished any project this summer? What is your personal “harvest”? 

Comment by midnight, October 2, PST, for a chance to win a signed copy of The Heiress Brides. Please leave your email address so I can contact the winner.

ETA: Catslady wins the giveaway for The Heiress Brides! Please email me at with your address so I can send the book to you as quickly as possible. Thanks for participating!

Pamela Sherwood

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

To Find a Viking Treasure by Gina Conkle

I'm pleased to share To Find a Viking Treasure, the second installment in my Viking romance Norse series. 

Viking romance was my first published sub-genre. Book one in this series, Norse Jewel, is also the first romance I ever wrote. Originally a single title length, I was asked to cut the story down to what's called category length. To my regret, I did. Aren't mistakes the best teachers?

Over time, I reworked the chopped parts from Norse Jewel and revamped the series. The result turned into an expanded world, including six books and one short story. Here's a taste of To Find a Viking Treasure.

 I call this excerpt “I’m good at taking what doesn’t belong to me”  

“I’m not a highborn woman to sit aside and do nothing,” she said, planting a hand on her hip. “I can help. You know I can.”
Sestra tried for her usual brazenness, but sleepy-eyed and draped in his bulky fur she was no more ferocious than a kitten. She stood her ground, red curls falling free around her mud-smeared face. He stood squarely before her, breathing scents of fresh water and clean earth from her skin, good smells to a man who preferred forests to longhouses and women doused with scented oils.
In a moment of weakness, he tucked the fur’s open ends over her breasts. “It pleases me to take care of you.”
Sestra’s lips parted and starlight showed an entrancing indent on her bottom lip. How easily his mouth had fit there. It could again. If he kissed her, he’d test the tiny dip with his thumb, gently stroking her lip and the tantalizing freckle at the corner of her mouth. He’d not rush; he’d savor every part.
“All this time I thought you couldn’t wait to be free of me,” she said, her honest brown eyes searching him.
His pulse quickened, spreading molten heat through his chest, landing hot and hard between his legs. Sestra embodied Odin’s test, the one woman he had no business touching, yet his hands rubbed the fur over her nipples as if he had every right to her. And by the cadence of her breath, a tender flame kindled Sestra’s flesh hidden under layers of fur and wool.
If he didn’t take control of his impulses, he’d steal more than a kiss.
With a slow growl, he let go and slid the bag off his shoulder. “If you want to help me, take this and wait by the pine tree.”
She took the humble leather pouch. “What is it?”
“All my worldly possessions.” His voice was raw and mocking in the dark.
Sestra tested the weight easily with one hand, her cinnamon brows furrowing. “How is it a warrior of your stature and experience has so little?” Her gaze touched Jormungand’s hilt over his shoulder. “Yet you possess the finest of swords.”
“Maybe I stole it?”
“Maybe you did,” she said softly. “By strength alone you can take what you want.”
Challenge lit her eyes. The flame-haired thrall dared him to spill another truth about himself. Why did she want to pry open his deepest places?
“I’m good at taking what doesn’t belong to me.”
Sestra’s mouth curled in a tolerant smile when he glowered at her breasts swelling under his sleeping pelt. Fur lay flat where his hands had pressed the pelt.
She touched his arm and he nearly jumped out of his skin, the pressure of her hand palpable against his leather arm brace. “You’re good at a great many things, raiding, scouting, rescuing a woman dangling from a cliff.”
“But never enough to keep a woman.”
A thick red curl blew across her mouth. “I’ve never known you to want one.”
Behind him, water tapped the narrow shoreline, the rhythm of time and tides, a gentle going in and pulling out. Were the gods taking turns testing him? He was sure the wind carried Freyja’s seductive laughter. The goddess could laugh all she wanted. His will would be stronger.

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Survival’s in his blood…

Rough-souled Brandr’s ready for a new life far from Uppsala, but the Viking has a final task —protect the Frankish slave, Sestra. Her life's full of hardship…until she learns the location of a treasure. With war coming, stealing the enemy's riches will save lives, but only one man can defend her —the fierce Viking scout, Brandr.

The two have always traded taunts, now they must share trust. Passions flare as secrets unfold on the treasure hunt, leading to a shocking sacrifice.

I’m Gina Conkle, and I write Viking and Georgian romance, which makes for interesting characters in my head. I grew up in southern California and despite all that sunshine, I love books over beaches and stone castles over sand castles. Now I live in Michigan with my favorite alpha male, Brian, and our two sons where I’m known to occasionally garden and cook. Living in snow gives me the perfect excuse to get lost in reading and writing.

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Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Support Your #FavAuthor! Save Your Computer by Not #IllegallyDownloadingBooks! Why? Read on...By @kathrynekennedy


     “Aw, crud no.” The wizard banged his hand on his keyboard and then frantically clicked around with his mouse checking all his spell files: Text documents of magic words, pictures of runes, spreadsheets of magical creature species. He looked through his entire computer and almost all his data was ruined and hacked. Files missing and damaged.
     “What happened?” He muttered.
      His Internet browser was still open from the night before. Looking at that, he realized what had happened. He downloaded pirated enchantment data for school. When he downloaded it he thought, “What's one stolen spell gonna cost me?”
     But apparently whoever uploaded the data for the enchantment file, hid a virus inside. All the magically formed programs and files loaded into the mystic gems on his hard drive (wizards favored gems over disks and other data storage means) had all been ruined. And maybe even some of his spells had been stolen from him.
      A creepy voice then filled the room, “Youuuuu...I'veeeee comeee tooo tormmeennnttt youuuu forrr the ressssttt of yourrrr dayyyssss...” 
     The wizard put his hand to his head and moaned. He knew that was a ghost. The illegal enchantment he downloaded was not only a virus, but a curse, which also gave him a ghost haunting his computer. 
     Maybe he should have just downloaded the enchantment legally.
Posted with permission from Langdon's Flash Fictions

Monday, September 26, 2016

Happy Autumn?

We've had a post or two about fall being upon us, and although the equinox occurred last Thursday, the only evidence of the change of season is the prevalence of mums and pumpkins. I haven't bought a pumpkin yet, but I did get some fall flower arrangements and draped a lighted garland of leaves over the doorway where I normally put the Christmas lights. I planted asters and iris and made curried pumpkin soup from last year's frozen pumpkin. The flowers are lovely and the soup was delicious, but nothing I've done has brought on the cooler weather. I'm remembering last winter when someone posted (probably on Facebook) that it was too hot to wear her Christmas sweater and she didn't have any Christmas capris. Neither do I, and I'm hoping this winter won't be a repeat of the last one.

Speaking of Christmas, I bought something the other day that I've been asking Santa to bring me for nearly thirty years. I'd already gotten that sporty red car every driver ought to own at least once in their lifetime, but that's not what I'm talking about. You see, the one thing I always said I would buy first if I ever won the lottery is a tractor.

My neighbor will mow my pasture for a reasonable price, but she's a busy farmer, and she's lucky to get the job done once a year. So, after 27 years of living on this farm, my husband and I decided to bite the bullet and get a tractor of our own. I'd always planned to add an equipment shed on the side of the barn if I ever bought a tractor, so back in March, I called a local contractor. Getting him out here to take a look at the barn took a while, but he finally came. He just never called me back with an estimate. Weeks went by, and I called someone else. The second guy came out, gave me a fair estimate, and said he could get to it in about two weeks.

As I recall, that was in April. I called him back in mid-May, and of course, the constant rain had put him behind. He said he'd get started after Memorial Day. Labor Day has now come and gone, and I still haven't heard a word, so I said, "Screw it. The horses will just have to share the barn." I ordered aisle guards to keep the horses from messing with the equipment, and my husband and I went shopping.

A friend had recommended a Kubota, and after looking at them and comparing prices, last Wednesday, I went back to the dealer and bought one, along with a front loader, a mower, and a grader blade. They're supposed to be delivered this week, which means I'll finally be able to mow my own pasture, grade my own driveway, and plow any snow that gets in the way.

Someone told me that all the persimmon seeds look like spoons this year, which is supposed to mean we'll get a lot of snow. For once, I'm okay with that because this time, I'll be ready.

Sunday, September 25, 2016

Friday, September 23, 2016

Giveaways All Around

by Shana Galen

Right now I'm in Spokane, Washington at the Historical Romance Retreat. I hope to bring back lots of books and swag that I'll pass on to my readers, of course!

But why wait? You can enter to win books and other goodies right now!

First of all, check out the giveaway on my website. I have one every month. This month win an Outlander tote bag (see front and back images), a copy of Earls Just Want to Have Fun, and a poster for Sophie Jordan's next historical.

After you enter to win those goodies, check out the Fall Into Historical Romance giveaway. Win signed books and swag from some of the hottest names in historical romance (and me too!).

I hope to see some of you at the retreat. I'll share pictures on my next blog!

Thursday, September 22, 2016

How Can I Write Christmas when it’s 97 Degrees out???

Horde of arctic wolves in a zoo
Okay, White Wolf Christmas is not up for preorder yet, but will soon be. I’ll post when it is.

Between a Rock and a Hard Place is available for preorder. They’re working on the cover now.

Between a Rock and a Hard Place
April 2017
Kobo: Coming
iBooks: Coming
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A Very Jaguar Christmas is coming in October.

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It’s hard, but this is often how it works. It’s freezing out, I’m writing about the jungle heat. It’s steaming out and I’m writing about a blizzard. So how do I get in the mood?  Believe me, I really don’t feel in the mood to watch Christmas stories right now, or listen to Christmas music.

But, I began making Christmas trailers for the two books coming out this year. First, A Silver Wolf Christmas for the Oct 6 release, and then for Alphas Unwrapped, Dec 1 release. Finding music and Christmas pictures for them, diving into the Christmas stories helped. Then having the Christmas party for A Silver Wolf Christmas did too. I watched Arctic Blast a while back when it was soooo hot, I think it is called, campy movie, but it’s cold. There are others like it where people are running around in the frigid cold and they work well for giving the visuals to help create a cold snowy environment in my mind.

But wait! These are jaguar shifters. It gets cold in Texas, but not that snowy. And if we have snow, it’s in the new year, February, later.  It’s ruining my whole Christmas mood. NOT to mention that it’s 97 degrees this weekend, even though we are near the end of September. Did anyone mention to the weather god that it is nearly fall now? Please turn off the heat. And while you’re at it, we desperately need some rain. Max fell into a foot-deep crack in the earth yesterday when I took him walking in the front yard.

Jaguars lived in the southern states bordering Mexico–Texas, Arizona, NM, California. No longer, but at one time, they did. So my jaguar shifters live in Texas. And they go on vacations to South America and other locations where jaguars still run free, though who knows how long that will last as people still illegally hunt them for sport.

So, here is my dilemma. I want a Christmas card Christmas for them. Without it, it just doesn’t seem like Christmas. Even though for most of my life, I’ve had to go north to see snow if I want the Christmas card experience with snow. Florida, Texas, California, no snow at Christmas. When we lived in Florida, we had an aluminum tree and colorful wheel of lights. It was really pretty, but Florida just didn’t seem Christmassy enough to warrant a green tree.

That had me revising my trip plans–for my jaguars. They have to go north to see a white Christmas. Have to. Now I’m in the mood for Christmas.
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A Very Jaguar Christmas (Book 5)
 Have a great one!!!
Terry Spear
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Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Why I Love the Fall!

Tomorrow is the beginning of fall and I am so looking forward to the season. I know January is technically the beginning of the new year, but September always feels to me like the start of the year. Why do I love fall so much?  Well, let me count down the reasons I love the fall!

 10.  Sweater weather. I enjoy when the weather starts to cool and it’s time to break out the comfy sweaters. Pair that with leggings and my fuzzy boots and I’m in wardrobe heaven.

9.  Great deals on office supplies.  I love the deals, the smell of fresh binders and notebooks. A new notebook holds endless possibilities!

8.  Rain. Strange as it might sound, I look forward to the rain. What can I say? I’m from the Northwest. I like rain. I especially love to listen to the rain fall on the roof as I drift off the sleep. Of course, by January I’ll be desperate for some sun, but now I’m happy to have a little rain.

7.  Fall colors.  I admit I probably take trees for granted. But in the fall they come alive in bright colors that make me take notice.  Taking a walk in the fall leaves is a favorite fall tradition.  Seriously, it’s pretty much mandatory so get on out there!

6.  Shaving. Thanks to sweaters and leggings I don’t have too. Ok, TMI – moving on…

5.  School.  The kids go back to school.  And every mama says wahoooo!

4.  Hot chocolate.  I love coming in from the cold and enjoying a nice steaming cup of hot chocolate with little marshmallows on top. I suppose you could have hot chocolate on a warm day…no, no you just can’t.

3.  Football. I can’t wait to put on my official jersey (the most expensive shirt I own) and sit on the couch, eating munchie food with no appreciable nutritional value while yelling at professional athletes to run faster and catch that dang ball! C’mon!

2.  Holidays.  There are so many great holidays in the fall:  Halloween, Thanksgiving, my birthday.  In a few days I get to celebrate my anniversary.  Nineteen years and he still makes my heart go thump. Yup, the fall has the best holidays!

1.  Curling up by the fire and reading a good book.  My favorite!!

Speaking of good books, here is the official cover reveal of My Highland Rebel – out Jan. 2017!  What do you think?

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Get to Know Me and My Weirdness.

It's my first official blog post as a Casablanca author and I couldn't be more excited.

I'm not a good blogger, just getting that out of the way first and foremost. At times I tend to ramble and make absolutely no sense, but I can talk. AND I can write books too. So why the heck is blogging so hard for me? God I wish I knew. Either way, I'm here and I 'm ready to chat about life, books, book boyfriends of the broody, shirtless, bearded kind especially, and maybe even a little about me...which I suppose would be a good place to start, yeah?

Okay, here we go then.

I'm Heather Powell, but I write as Heather Van Fleet for various reasons. I'm married to my high school sweet heart, Chris. We've been together since he was fifteen and I sixteen. (Yes I robbed the cradle...and yeah, I'm proud of it too.) 

Chris and I met at this cheesy, teenage night club where booty shaking was all the rage, and baggy jeans and halter tops made for the perfect nineties outfit. The two of us had that epic, totally all-consuming kind of love that you read about in YA novels. We were the couple every one thought could make it. The couple everyone believed in. And now, 20 years later, we are living out our own HEA and I couldn't be prouder. 

Sadly, though, our life has been flipped upside recently. And it all happened in a matter of a month. Chris was diagnosed with cancer in late July and started chemotherapy in August after having surgery. It's been the scariest time of my life. The break-my-heart kind of fear that had me thinking: God, I'd never be able to live without this man if I lost him. 

Thankfully, the doctors are totally optimistic, saying he's got an excellent chance at recovery (98 percent, mind you) Still, getting to that end has been the biggest challenge we've ever faced in the 20 years we've been together. Chris is a fighter though, I will say that. And quite possibly the biggest badass I've ever known too. But to say I'm still not scared is an understatement because when the love of you life has the ugly C, no matter what kind it is, it's downright terrifying.  

On a lighter note, Chris and I have these three things that hang around with us on occasion and demand food and water and shelter and ice cream too. They come in the form of three girls who just so happened to be our daughters. Kelsey, (12) Emma, (10) and Bella, (6) are powerhouses in the form of kids. Three strong willed, future heroines of their own romance novels. (Though Chris is pretty sure they'll be in nunneries for the rest of their lives.) These girls are the reason I do what I do what I do. Why I put my fingers to the keyboard till midnight and wake up at the butt-crack of dawn to do it all over again. I write for them, needing them all to understand and see with their own eyes that dreams really do come true, just as long as you work hard to make them happen. And me, publishing a book through Sourcebooks is an absolute dream like no other.  

Oh, and yes. Here's my furry son, Stampy, (a two year old Godlendoodle) who is, in fact, named after a YouTuber, courtesy of my six year old. I was always a cat person growing up, but one look at his furry face and I was a goner. He's my nightmare in fur and the orneriest pup around, but he's the first to greet me when I come home and the one who keeps my feet warm at night.

Now for some fun. I'll post ten random facts about myself. Either I'm going to scare you all away...or maybe relate to some of you. Either way, I hope you don't mine me coming back once a month to ramble on here, because I may not be good at it, but I sure love to pretend I am.

10. My favorite food ever is my mom's spaghetti. It's perfection.

9. My favorite movie ever is a toss up between Ten Things I hate About You and The Notebook. (Because, hello? Romance? Swoon? Angst? Yes, gimme, please and thank you.)

8. I've had bangs my entire life. Blunt bangs, wispy bangs, short bangs, side get the drift. 

7. I don't know how to cook. Like, I burn everything. We live on takeout now that my hubby can't cook much and I should totally feel bad about it, yet...I don't.

6. My guilty obsession? ANYTHING pumpkin. PSL's, pumpkin muffins, pumpkin bread, pumpkin bars, and the list goes on, and on, and on...   

5. I often times (or a LOT of times) hide out in the bathroom just to read. I feel zero shame over this. Sometimes that first sexy scene or that first kiss between the h and h just can't wait, dang it.

4. I have a Twitter obsession. Enough said. 

3. I love zombies...

which leads me to my number 2 and 1.

2. I am certifiably in love with ZNation on the Scifi channel. It's absolutely gruesome and hilarious and I can't even begin to describe how much I love it.

1. But nothing can compare to my obsession with The Walking Dead and Abraham. I met him. I cried when I met him. I also cried when I was done meeting him because, well, I'm nuts like that.

So that's it for now. I hope I didn't scare you all away with my oddities. Maybe this guy will help ease the annoyance?

Mr. Thom Evans. He's exactly who I pictured as my hero when I wrote Reckless Hearts, (book one of my The Reckless Hearts series.) The release is on February 7th, and though that's a while away, I am more than excited for this day to come.

For now, I leave you with my many thanks, and the blurb too :)

Three alpha men and a baby.
What could possibly go wrong?

From boot camp to the Iraqi desert, best friends Collin, Max, and Gavin have been through hell and back. But these rugged Marines might need help facing their biggest challenge: raising Collin's nine-month-old daughter, Chloe.

After the death of his girlfriend in an accident, Collin Montgomery has sworn off serious relationships. His buddies have his back-and convince him it's okay to cut loose sometimes. Enter the hottest, smartest girl he's ever met. But what he really needs is a nanny.

Addison Booker needs a job desperately-and fast. She shows up to interview for the nanny position only to find the sexy, cocky man she can't get out of her head. Collin knows hiring her is a bad idea-they disagree about almost everything-but Addison is so good with little Chloe. And there's no substitute for chemistry, right?

Monday, September 19, 2016

Fun Wine Facts (that won't make you drunk, although they might make you happy)

by Adriana Anders

I used to hate doing research… until I started writing romance. I’m pretty sure it’s because research isn’t a boring trip to the library anymore. It’s crazy internet searches on natural poisons and tattoo removal, hours-long conversations with hot Jiu-Jitsu instructors and trips to wineries (tastings included).

The third book in my Blank Canvas series, In His Hands, takes place on a winery in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia. The location is loosely based on Ankida Ridge, which is possibly the most beautiful winery around, and well-worth a visit. Oh, and the wine is fabulous. For this book, I spent a day with one of the lovely owner/winemakers at Ankida and learned a ton of useful things about wine. Here are just a few other things I've learned along the way: 
  • Grape juice is clear before skins and stems add color.
  • The hole used to take samples of wine from a barrel is called a bung-hole and the instrument used to take the sample is a thief.
  • Famous mathematician Pythagoras invented a gag wine cup meant to keep folks from over-imbibing. When overfilled, the contents are drained entirely.
  • During the Prohibition, California grape growers sold a grape concentrate, with the instructions, er, warning, "After dissolving the brick in a gallon of water, do not place the liquid in a jug away in the cupboard for twenty days, because then it would turn into wine.
  • Naked winemaking, anyone? Yes! In some places (although not at Ankida Ridge), people still perform pigeage by jumping into a vat of fermenting grape juice in the buff. Read more about it at Food and Wine.
  • In a pinch, you can always open a bottle of wine with your shoe. Here is the video showing how it’s done. 
  • Did you know there's a WineandMen Instagram account? Oh, yes there is.
  • A photo posted by Men & Wine (@menandwine) on

There's lots more winemaking fabulousness coming from Sourcebooks Casablanca in June 2017. In the meantime, Under Her Skin, the first book in the Blank Canvas series will be out in February! Here's a bit about the book:

Her Body is a Canvas

A darkly possessive relationship has left Uma alone and on the run. Beneath her drab clothing, she hides a terrible secret—proof of her abuse, tattooed onto her skin in a lurid reminder of everything she’s survived.

Caught between a brutal past and an uncertain future, Uma’s reluctant to bare herself to anyone…much less a rough ex-con whose rage drives him in ways she can’t possibly understand. But beneath his frightening exterior, Ivan is gentle. Warm. Compassionate. And just as determined to heal Uma’s broken heart as he is to destroy the monster who left his mark scrawled across the delicate tapestry of her skin.

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About Adriana:
Adriana has acted and sung, slung cocktails and corrected copy. She’s worked for start-ups, multinationals and small non-profits, but it wasn’t until she returned to her first love—writing romance—that she finally felt like she’d come home. Today, she resides with her tall French husband, two small children, and fat French cat in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains, where she writes the dark, emotional love stories of her heart.
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Friday, September 16, 2016

Beautiful Crazy Excerpt

I'm working from Dallas this week, and I have limited time so I thought I'd share a short excerpt from Beautiful Crazy (out November 1), the first book in the debut series, Rock ’n’ Ink! Also, if you follow me on Twitter, Facebook, or sign up for my newsletter on my website, I'll be giving away an ARC at the end of the month. Enjoy!

She's a rocker with attitude and ink...
He's a sexy suit who gets what he wants.

Kevan Landry is trying to keep her life on track and her brother in rehab. If her fledgling marketing firm can sign the hot new band, Manix Curse, it will make a world of difference. Mason Dillon heads the most successful music PR firm in Portland. He's desperate to breathe new life into the company by signing Manix Curse.

The last thing either one needs is a one-night stand with a smoldering stranger...

The stakes are high when a battle for the band-in the bedroom and the boardroom-becomes a battle of the heart. But if these two can set aside their differences, they may find they're the right mix of sexy savvy to conquer both their worlds.

Taking a deep breath, the warm air filling her lungs, Kevan smiled weakly at her reflection, ditching thoughts of loan payments, past-due rent, and rehab costs. Tonight was about finding a solution to her problems and calming the chaos swirling around in her life. Signing her first on-the-rise band would give her a chance, and she would fight like hell to save her fledgling business and keep her brother in rehab.

Kevan exited the restroom, intent on finding Joe. As she scanned the room for the older, gray-haired man, she stepped forward and looked down as her foot caught on a tear in the thinning carpet. She lurched forward, arms flailing and grasping for purchase.
Frickin’ shoes. They were too damn high. But so cute, and they made her legs and ass look amazing…or so she’d been told.

Her cheek collided with something solid. She lifted her chin and met the whiskey-colored eyes of Mr. Hot Businessman. Her heart raced, and her breath quickened. When he swept his tongue across his full bottom lip, it glistened the way his eyes did, and she nearly stopped breathing altogether. His large hand fanned across her lower back, a single finger resting above her waistband.

What a cliché. Only she would nearly fall into a mysterious stranger’s lap.

Kevan clutched the fine material of the man’s pressed shirt. His tailored suit looked like it easily cost more than the monthly rent on her tiny apartment. Her fingers rested on the hard muscle of his chest, reminding her more of a solid wall than a man’s body. Time suddenly felt frozen as his hot breath feathered against her cheek and she noticed the thick, dark lashes and soft crinkle of laugh lines around his eyes. The man was hot, definitely. But there was kindness mixed with the darkness in his calmly amused expression.

“Don’t worry, darlin’. I won’t let you fall.” His voice was a low drawl dripping honey and sex.

For a heartbeat, she wished his reassuring words meant more than they did. They were like sandpaper and silk smoothing her jagged nerves and carried over the thumping of the club’s music. All bass…matching her increasing heart rate from the reassuring grip of the breathtaking man’s hold on her. A woman could lose herself in those mesmerizing dark eyes. A woman could forget he wasn’t her type. For a minute, a woman could, but shouldn’t, imagine a white picket fence with a man like him.

Shifting her feet, Kevan cleared her mind of the fall-induced tunnel vision clouding her head. “Thanks for saving me from total embarrassment,” she said, her face heating to the point of fever. She hoped her words got lost in the loud club. But, of course, that wasn’t her luck, was it? Righting herself, she tugged her crinoline skirt straight and looked around.

They weren’t alone. They were in a crowded club surrounded by dancing bodies, pickup lines, and bleak desperation wrapped up in combat boots, skimpy clothes, and copious amounts of sweat. And the ridiculously handsome man with the angular chin and firm grip on her waist was not Kevan’s date, nor was he some kind of modern-day Prince Charming. He was a polite man who happened to catch her—a career klutz—before she fell on her face.

“My pleasure, Ms…?” His deep voice dragged out the words as if expecting her to offer her name. And still, he didn’t remove his hand from her waist. Instead, he brought her hand to his lips, almost delicately, and brushed a kiss across her knuckles.

Oh. My. God. Who the hell does that anymore?

His soft lips caressed her hand in a simple, old-fashioned action, but jolts of desire shot from where his mouth lingered, down her arm, through taut nipples, and straight to her sad and lonely sex.

This man was not safe.

The man’s middle name has to be Sexgod. Holy mother.

“Kevan Landry,” she mumbled before her brain kicked in and had a chance to reconsider.

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Award-winning author Kasey Lane writes sexy romances featuring music, hot guys with ink, kick ass women, and always a happily ever after. A California transplant, she lives with her high school crush turned husband, two smart, but devilish kids, two dumb-as-rocks Papillons, and a bunch of bossy chickens in the lush Oregon forest. Visit her at or on Twitter at @authorkaseylane where you’ll find her swearing too much and talking about the San Jose Sharks, tattoos, and Jack White.

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