Friday, December 30, 2016

Linda Broday: Forging Ahead

Christmas is behind me. The decorations have been put away and I've got to get serious about the extra pounds hanging around my middle! Good grief! 

However, a new year is about to begin. Each year this time I start thinking about what may lie ahead. Not that I worry about it. I just try to look at all the good things that I know are coming and imagine how they might change my life.

I once heard a talk by a well-known author and she said something that stuck in my head. “On the clearest, calmest day on the ocean you can only see roughly three miles.”

The span depends on how tall you are and the three miles is for a six-foot person.

But the unknown is a tad bit scary. I like to know what's out there. I’ve never been a particularly bold person. What joys are coming? What pitfalls await? Who knows. My flashlight only shines a beam so far.

Here’s what I do know—I have five book releases scheduled in 2017 and that’s staggering.

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CHRISTMAS IN A COWBOY’S ARMS anthology – October

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Two are re-issues and three are brand new. Holy cow! I know one thing—I’m going to be busy. And these aren’t counting the ones I have to write.

I’m excited because 2017 is going to be phenomenal!

So, on January 1st, a new chapter of my life will begin. The pages will turn so fast and, before I know it, I’ll be right back here at the end of December with another whole year behind me.

I’m looking forward to the challenges and triumphs. How about you? What good things are coming in your life? How far can you see?



Thursday, December 29, 2016

The GOOD in 2016: 14 Reasons to Smile

As 2016 wraps up to a close, I want to focus on a few positives. And why not? So here's a kitty pic to get warmed up. This is Rex, sitting in Big Bear's lap. Rex would like to remind you that that are some great things that actually happened this year.

  1. If you're reading this, you are still alive and able to read.Kudos to you!
  2. Rogue One was an amazing movie. Go see it.
  3. Books! There are so many books to read it should make your heart happy.
  4. The world tiger count rises!
  5. They finally made a movie about the awesome contribution African American women made to NASA and getting men into space. (I can't wait to see Hidden Figures.) 
  6. Team USA rocked the Rio Olympics.
  7. The U.S. unemployment rate reached a record-low of 4.6 %(best since 2007).
  8. Liberia was officially cleared of Ebola--no known Ebola virus left in West Africa
  9. Italy recognized same-sex unions.
  10. Transgender issues are front and center, in a good way (hello Target bathrooms!)
  11. Canadians welcomed Syrian refugees with open arms
  12. Sourcebooks keeps releasing amazing books!
  13. Dominique Raccah (Sourcebooks' innovator/owner) named Publisher's Weekly Person of the Year
  14. You get a sneak peek at Sam (brand new excerpt!) in Zero to Sixty if you read below.

Zero to Sixty: Body Shop Bad Boys #3
releasing February 7, 2017

After her last disaster of a relationship, Ivy Stephens is content being single. She has her job, her apartment—and the cute little puppy she’s seen hanging around. When he escapes, she finds her search efforts aided by a big, burly, devastatingly handsome man. One who claims a prior claim on her dog.

Sam Hamilton is at loose ends since his best friend fell in love. He finds a sense of purpose in rescuing strays. The puppy who’s stolen his heart just happens to run into blond, beautiful Ivy. And Sam can’t help hoping she’ll take in one more stray—him—for good.


They walked all around the park and deeper into the West Queen Anne neighborhood. Despite Sam still being a stranger, he seemed on the up and up. He called out for the dog. They walked near each other but not too close. She saw him watching her, but when she’d look at him, he appeared to make an effort to seem nonthreatening. Hands in pockets, keeping his distance.

She found his actions comforting—and charming, oddly enough—because he didn’t seem to be trying to impress her. He’d sworn. Called her a hot chick, and he—

Sam.” She pointed to a small moving shadow near a house on the corner of 4th and Blaine.

He nodded and raised his voice. “Scruffy. Come.”

The shadow picked its head up and took a step in their direction.

“Cookie, come here,” she added and made a few kissy sounds. “Come here, boy.”

A tiny yip, and then the little guy was bounding toward them. Sam and she crouched low, so as not to threaten with their size. But Cookie didn’t seem to care. He went to Sam first, his tail wagging and his tongue licking everywhere he could reach.

Ivy watched Sam’s stern demeanor melt into a smile that stole her breath. When he wasn’t looking so serious or tough, he was…beautiful. His smile reached his eyes, and the joy on his face was infectious.

She laughed, and Cookie turned to her, half-leaping on her with the enthusiasm of a dog three times his size. “Oof.” She fell on her butt backward but couldn’t stop smiling as she stroked the dirty little dog. “Cookie. Where have you been?”

“I think he likes Cookie better than Scruffy,” Sam said, sounding gruff. His smile had disappeared, but the happiness in his eyes remained, softening him the tiniest bit.

“Sam? Did you want to take him back to his foster family?”

He shook his head. “He’s good with you, I think.” Yet something in the way he petted the dog, the caring way he watched Cookie, told her Sam felt more than just a responsibility to see the puppy settled.

“I might have jumped ahead of myself,” she hated to admit. “I felt bad for him so I took him in at work, because I didn’t want him to be cold. Then somehow I bought him a collar and a leash. Some food. Nights at my house. Now he has a dog bed.” She sighed. “But I haven’t exactly explained him to my landlord yet."

Sam frowned. “Do you want him or not?”

“I do.” She surprised herself with that truth. She hadn’t wanted any relationship entanglements since Max. Including a pet. Yet Cookie was so cute, so desperate to be loved. And she finally felt ready to give that back. “But I have to okay it with my  landlord.” She felt silly for not having been better prepared. “And I’m not ready to take him fulltime, yet. I need to figure out when I can have him and how to care for him. I, well, I didn’t exactly let my boss—I mean, my partner—know about him either.”

Sam studied her. She didn’t know what he saw, but a smirk curled his lips as he helped her to her feet while scooping up the wriggling puppy. “Suckered you into caring for him with those big brown eyes, didn’t he?”

She nodded, all the while being suckered into anything Sam said as she stared into his big gray eyes. Gray-blue, she corrected herself, feeling a sudden connection to the giant man. She put her hand on the dog and somehow found her fingers curled around Sam’s thick biceps as they walked past the park, back toward her car.

by Marie Harte

Happy New Year!

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Smoking hot excerpt from Beautiful Mess

From Kasey Lane

I hope you and your loved ones are having a happy holiday, filled with love and family. I'm going to keep my post short and share with you an exclusive excerpt from my upcoming March release, Beautiful Mess. I finished up this book during a very trying time in my life. Because of that I seem to have an odd attachment to these characters. I hope you like Jax and Jami. If you're interested in their whole story, you can pre-order the book on Amazon (or just about anywhere). My debut (the first in this series), Beautiful Crazy (on sale for $1.88), is out now. For more information on my books or me, please visit my website at

Hell’s bells.

Jackson Paige was, in fact, Jax Pain, the drummer of Manix Curse.

That thing in her chest tightened around her ribs, making it hard to breathe.

This new little development was further complicated by the fact she’d been hired by the band to negotiate their tours, sponsorship, and recording contracts.

As she slowly rinsed her hands in the sink and checked her updo for any out-of-place strands, she pretended it didn’t make a difference. She had a way of doing things—rules, structure, plans—that worked for her now. And Jackson had no place in the calm order of her life. None. He was a blustering tornado that would rip apart anything good and calm she had, leaving behind only more mess. And his effect on her panties had nothing to do with real life. It was something to note and then forget. She took a deep breath, allowing the oxygen to fill her lungs and relax that pinch in her chest.

By the time she found herself striding back down the hall to grab her briefcase from the empty conference room, she’d slowed the pounding of her heart. She could do this. The soup of emotions boiling up from seeing him would go away. It would. She would be okay. She was not a frivolous, impulsive girl easily swayed by tall, muscly tattoo artists, let alone super-hot musicians. She was a damn lawyer. A respected member of the judicial system, a sworn officer of the freaking court.

Jami didn’t like all these messy feelings. She’d gotten used to being in control. She smoothed her jacket down. Her outfit screamed conservative attorney. Or it asserted it politely, but resolutely.

Stepping into the conference room, she looked around for her briefcase. Not on the table. Not on the chairs. Dammit, she was usually more together than this.

She was turning around to go back through the door and see if someone had left it in the reception area when she heard the snick of the door closing. She snapped her head in the sound’s direction, and a very tall, very sexy Jackson stood there, swinging her bag from his hand.

“Looking for this, sunshine?” His smile was wide, but slightly predatory, and his eyes narrowed in challenge. He needed a shave. Well, another man with that amount of scruff would need a shave. Jackson, on the other hand, looked knavish and naughty as heck, with his shadowy stubble and messy hair. Hair that was longer than it had been in school and shorter on the sides, brushing the collar of his gray-striped button-down shirt. The edges of a tattoo—what looked like swirls of blue water—peeked up over his shoulder and across his collarbone, tickling his neck. He had his long sleeves rolled. Color filled his forearms to his wrists, with the tongue of what appeared to be a dragon licking over the top of one hand. The muscles in his corded arms tensed and danced when he shifted her bag.

Why did she find him so damn hot, burning all rational thought from her head with just a glance, just a touch? Why him? She saw guys every day with this same look and never gave them space in her head. There was something in the relaxed but coiled way Jackson held himself that exuded pure sexual charisma. All rock-star charisma.

A rock star that had left her. Without explanation. Without a reason.

“Yes, thank you,” she said tightly, reaching for her bag. He swung it out of her reach, pulling it to his chest.

Without warning, the room whirled as he grabbed her shoulders and spun her. Her back hit the door with a soft thunk and she heard, rather than saw, her bag drop to the floor. She couldn’t move, couldn’t look away from his piercing gaze, which might as well have been a knife, the way it cut her open, exposing her. Heat from his body washed over her, blanketing her skin, overwhelming her. He didn’t touch her anywhere but her shoulders, where his long fingers dug into her flesh, branding her through her jacket and blouse. They stood there staring at each other, her hands at her sides. Then he reached up and drew his index finger down from her ear along her jaw, flinting sparks off her body. Her nipples pulled into hard buds, painful as they ached for his touch. If she wasn’t careful, those sparks were going to start a fire she wouldn’t be able to put out. She couldn’t afford to lose control. Not now and not ever again.

She wanted to close her eyes. Wanted to lean into his touch and let him take her over, like he always had when they were together. But she couldn’t give in.

Not anymore. Not again.

When she moved to speak, he drew his finger over her lips, causing her to gasp. She sucked air into her lungs… air she so badly needed but couldn’t quite get enough of. Big mistake, since his smell—that clean salty scent he always had, like minutes earlier he’d jumped off a surfboard after riding waves—kicked her sense memory in the gonads. And everything she’d been trying to forget about him came flooding back, making it hard to ignore the flutter in her belly.

Jackson shook his head, and an unruly lock of hair fell forward over his eye, lending him a sinister and mischievous look, like the forbidden devil he was. The air between them grew thicker, weighed down by ghosts of the past and a lust that had never gone away.

He leaned down, touching his forehead to hers. “I can’t ignore the thing between us, Jami. Can you?”

Yes. She certainly could and would. But then she did something completely unexpected. Something she hadn’t planned or even considered. Because if she’d thought for even one second, it would have never happened.

She wrapped her hands around the back of his neck and tugged his mouth down on hers. It was a light, sensual brush of her lips against his, but the little flutter she’d felt earlier—barely a blip on the Richter scale—became a full-scale earthquake, threatening to destroy everything. And yet she didn’t care. It wasn’t enough.

All rational thought, all control, all her rules flew out the window, replaced with a dark need she recognized on a visceral level, one she thought she’d obliterated a very long time ago. The mask she affixed firmly every day to keep order in her life fell off the second his mouth met hers. It completely disintegrated as soon as her tongue decided to lick the crease of his lips and turn a seductive taste into a feast. Instantly he took over, and his fire consumed her. Like it always had. It would sear her and then leave her like so much dusty ash on the floor.

A deep, low moan sounded in the room, and Jami’s eyes opened. The groan came from her. No. Not again. This was not how this thing was going down. She was years over Jackson Paige. Years. Over. And now his band was her client, which definitely meant no kissing. Sweet or sexy didn’t matter.

A cold, sharp clarity wrapped itself around her. She pulled away and ducked under his arm, and the separation felt more like a slap than it should have. A look of confusion marred his handsome face for a moment before it was replaced quickly by his don’t-give-a-shit-take-it-or-leave-it grin. Of all his looks, she hated that one the most. Though, at that moment, she was grateful for his cocky response, since it was a reminder of exactly why she shouldn’t be kissing him.

Her hands balled into fists against her hips. “I’m sorry. I was clearly out of line. We shouldn’t be doing this, Jackson. We shouldn’t be doing any of this.”

“I disagree. I think we should do it some more,” he said, stepping forward.

She held up her hand, stopping him. “You gave up that right when you left me without an explanation or even a good-bye. Not even a ‘screw you’ so I knew where I stood. Nothing.” She cocked her eyebrows, waiting for something. A response. Some shame. Anything.

But his expression never changed when he swept his hand through his hair. “Fair enough, but let’s not forget you basically just fucked me with your mouth, sunshine. This isn’t over.”

Guilt and desire and anger mingled hot in her throat.

“Oh, yes it—”

She stopped abruptly when he stalked toward her and leaned down, sending shivers up and down her arms.

Jesus, what was wrong with her?

“No,” he said, close enough she could feel his breath feathering against her cheek. “You’re right about one thing. We do have some unfinished business.”

“Jackson.” His name was an exasperated sigh on her lips. “You’re a client now. So even if I did want to know why you ran off, and even if I did want to take it farther, I can’t. We can’t.”

The half-lie half-truth rolled off her tongue more easily than she’d thought it would. He was a client, and they really shouldn’t mess around. But the other side of that coin was that she really just wanted him to pick her up, hike up her skirt, and pull aside her soaked panties before he plunged his big dick into her over and over again until he gave her what she knew would be the best orgasm she’d had in a very long time.

But that wasn’t going to happen. No matter how badly she wanted him in her bed again, he was no good for her. It had taken her far too long to get over him, and the recovery had almost been as bad as when she’d been a screwed-up teen. In a way, maybe it had been worse.

“That’s where you’re wrong. We aren’t done.” He pressed his face to her throat. Her breath hitched as he ran the bridge of his nose up her neck and bit her earlobe. The surprising nip sent sharp pricks of desire straight to her already aching nipples. He pulled back and chuckled before turning around and glancing over his shoulder.

“That’s where you’re wrong,” she said. “We were done a long time ago. That was your good-bye kiss.”

Something dark flashed in his eyes before he pasted that damn smirk back on his face. “See ya soon, counselor.”

He strode casually out the door and into the empty reception area, leaving her raw and exposed, nerves sparking and jumping like live wires.

Like he always did.

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