Monday, April 24, 2017

Hot Rescue Divers AND a Sale? Yes, Please!

Have you been waiting for just the right moment to dive (heh...yes, I'm a pun-ster) into the Rocky Mountain Search & Rescue series? Now's the time! The first book in the series, Hold Your Breath, is only $1.99 in e-book format. Today's the last day it'll be on sale, so don't wait to grab your copy!

In the remote Rocky Mountains, lives depend on the Search & Rescue brotherhood. But in a place this far off the map, trust is hard to come by and secrets can be murder…

As the captain of Field County’s ice rescue dive team, Callum Cook is driven to perfection. But when he meets new diver Louise “Lou” Sparks, all that hard-won order is obliterated in an instant. Lou is a hurricane. A walking disaster. And with her, he’s never felt more alive…even if keeping her safe may just kill him.

Lou’s new to the Rockies, intent on escaping her controlling ex, and she’s determined to make it on her own terms…no matter how tempting Callum may be. But when a routine training exercise unearths a body, Lou and Callum find themselves thrust into a deadly game of cat and mouse with a killer who will stop at nothing to silence Lou—and prove that not even her new Search and Rescue family can keep her safe forever.

Saturday, April 22, 2017


I used to plant tons of trees, when I had a lot of acreage–I love forests. But I was so disappointed to learn the people who bought my home in Oklahoma clearcut most of the trees. Beautiful pines, helped to stop erosion on the hillside, and they provided homes for birds, beauty, solitude. There’s no prettier sound than wind blowing through a forest and hearing the rustle of branches or pine needles.
We have old forest in and around our neighborhood. Most new home developments, they just clearcut the trees, leaving barren land. But here, I have several old pines. And behind me, one of my neighbors has beautiful oaks. He wants to cut them down. Why? Because they drop leaves and twigs and he has to pick them up. Really? He has to cut the grass too!  Maybe he should dig it up?

In Texas heat, shade trees are at a premium. They’re beautiful. You see them towering a hundred feet above the homes. Why would you want to cut them down??? I had to have one of the pine trees taken down because it had died, but that’s the only reason to do so, or if the roots are getting into the foundation.

But with such a small lot, which I’m thankful for in that it’s much easier to water and maintain, I’m restricted to small shrubs and flowers and such for the most part. Though….I’d like to get some more crepe myrtles, they’re like small trees.

I have planted all of the flowers here, the zinnias from seeds which should turn into flowers soon, the marigolds and daylilies and Mexican heather, the dianthus, and much more. Many will come back next year as they’re perennials. Many will reseed and return even if they’re annuals. I started last year with the daylilies and a few salvia and coneflowers, and the builders had planted coreopsis and snapdragons. So each year, the flowerbeds should be even more beautiful. Oh, and sunflowers.

They’re coming up from the seeds dropped by the birds, but I love seeing them in the garden as they remind me of my father who used to plant them.

What I love about the flowers, besides the color and vibrancy, is that the honeybees, bumblebees, hummingbirds and butterflies love them.

So think about Earth Day, and if you can, plant something to give back to nature.

Have a lovely day!

“Giving new meaning to the term alpha male where fantasy is reality.”
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Wilde & Woolly Bears http://www.celticbears

Friday, April 21, 2017

Don't Miss Out on Team Sourcebooks Giveaways, News, and Exclusive Content!

Have you discovered the Team Sourcebooks Facebook page yet? If not, you should head there right away and make sure you click the "Like" button. And because we know how fickle Facebook can be about what shows up in your feed, you should visit the page every day so that you don't miss out on:

  • Exclusive content from your favorite Sourcebooks Casablanca authors. 
  • Author-specific giveaways posted almost every day.
  • New releases and other author news.
  • The monthly giveaway where you can win all the releases from that month. 
You read that right! Every month, we do a drawing for a bundle of books of all the new releases for that month. The April releases giveaway is going on right now and closes on Sunday 4/23 at 8 pm Pacific Time. Enter for your chance to win all the Sourcebooks Casablanca April releases from  Kianna Alexander, Adriana Anders, Sarah Castille, Vivien Jackson, Abbie Roads, Terry Spear, and Julie Ann Walker!

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Real Heroes

My grandfather was my hero. He passed away a few weeks ago, in his own home, his own bed, ninety-nine years young, as he liked to say. Don't be sad for me! I miss him, yes, but he lived. He loved life, and he made sure to experience it to the fullest. He was my greatest influence and the best man I've ever known.
My high school graduation. 

 When I sit down to write, I try to create men like him. Kind. Gentle. Determined. Strong. Ethical. Adventurous. When I read books, or watch movies or shows, I look for the heroes who live by the same principles. He put the needs of others before his own without ever compromising himself in the process. 

He was born at the end of WWI and enlisted in WWII (Army/Air Force) but he never got to fight. He scored so highly on tests that he skipped basic training and went right into intelligence and meteorology. He would predict the weather for flights (and missile tests) and come home (when he got to come home) with a briefcase handcuffed to his wrist (yes, they really did that).
He was stationed all around the world, but his favorite city was Paris. 

Fortunately, he retired before I was born. Growing up,  I never had to be without my Papa. He was the one who comforted me when my older sister got invited to cool parties and I didn't. We went on "dates" to fancy restaurants, just the two of us. I would wear my best dresses and try to impress him by ordering the most unpronounceable thing on the menu. Escargot, frog's legs, oysters on the half shell... I tried them all, and more, before I was eight. I still love trying new foods, the weirder the better.

With my son, his first great-grandchild.

Every October, when the leaves changed, he would tell me the trees were putting on their party dresses for my birthday. When I turned forty, he gave me a card that transformed into a crown so I would know that I was still, always, his princess.
My Papa. December 1917 - March 2017

The world needs more heroes! Or, we need to hear more about real heroes. Tell me about yours! 


Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Have You Heard...?!

Have you heard?!
SEAL for HER PROTECTION is now available in audio!

Rhiannon Angell is the narrator, and she did a fantastic job bringing Navy SEAL hero Chasen Ward and heroine, investigative journalist Hayley Garner, to life! I think you're going to love it!

Dive in… 


Are you going to RT? Me, too!
I'd love to meet you!

Where to Find Me:

Inside Look: Amazon Kindle Worlds

Hotlanta Party

A Walk on the Wild Side Party

Spec Ops, Spies, & Speakeasy Roaring 20's Costume Party

Best of Both Worlds - Going Hybrid

Sweet, Sassy, Spicy Atlanta Baby Party

Shifters Between the Sheets

Giant Book Fair

FAN-tastic Day. Frankly, My Dear, Bang! Bang!

FAN-tastic Day - Paige Tyler Signing

See you there! 


Monday, April 17, 2017

Lost Scenes and the Cutting Room Floor

When you're writing a book, a lot of what you think will fit into a novel simply won't, and the scenes that you or your editor can't use in the final draft end up on the cutting room floor, or in the recycling bin. When I wrote HOW TO TRAIN YOUR HIGHLANDER, this happened as it does for every book. Alex and Catherine from HOW TO SEDUCE A SCOT came onto the scene. Since HIGHLANDER was Mary Elizabeth's and Harry's story, we had to cut it, but I've included it here because I loved it. I hope you love it, too.

Catherine has just discovered that Mary Elizabeth is overly fond of the duke, and she is quick to tell her husband all about it.

Catherine met her husband in their room, feeling clandestine to be closeted away with him in the middle of the afternoon. Alex, it seemed, had no such qualms, and was already trying to undo the tapes on her gown as soon as she closed the door behind her.

“Alex!” she said. “I need to speak with you.”

Catherine felt his lips on her throat, caressing the underside of her ear, and she shivered, for that was one of her favorite places on Earth to be kissed. She felt her resolve wavering, but knew that she had to speak up, for Mary Elizabeth’s sake.
”Alex,” she said, this time a little less vehement, and more than a bit breathless. “Mary Elizabeth has been flirting with the duke.”

To her surprise and chagrin, at this revelation, her husband did not pause in his antics. He almost had her bodice open, and her skirt to falling to the floor. That was when she knew that she must rally, or all would be lost, at least for the next half hour. Catherine drew on her fortitude, and stepped away from her husband’s hands.

Alex, for his part, looked as dumbfounded as if she had struck him. She never before turned down his caresses.

“Shall I fetch the leather gloves you love?” he asked.

Catherine felt herself blush at the very thought of that black leather against her skin, though she was a married woman of almost two months. He saw her blush, and smiled, beginning to cross the room to her, even as she tied up her gown.

“Alexander Waters, attend me.”

“I am trying to, leannan. You keep running away.”

“Alex, listen to me.” Catherine hid behind a large armchair, though she knew it was not large enough to hold him off for long. She needed to be quick.

“Mary Elizabeth has been flirting with the Duke of Northumberland.”

For the first time, Alex seemed to hear her. “The Recluse Duke?” he asked. “No one has seen hide nor hair of him since Mary Elizabeth and Robbie arrived two days ago.”

“I saw him not half an hour ago in the portrait gallery.” Alex frowned to hear it, and she went on. “I may have seen the duke, but Mary Elizabeth has been kissing him.”

Alex frowned like thunder then, and straightened his waistcoat. It was Catherine who had to move fast that time, to get between him and the door.

“Alex, don’t go running mad. We’re His Grace’s guests and we must be civil.”

Her husband set her aside, gently, but with determination. “His High and Mighty Worship set civility aside when he kissed my sister.”

Ever since Christy English picked up a fake sword in stage combat class at the age of fourteen, she has lived vicariously through the sword-wielding women of her imagination. Sometimes an actor, always a storyteller, Christy works happily with Sourcebooks Casablanca to bring the knife-throwing women of her novels to life. A banker by day and a writer by night, she loves to eat chocolate, drink too many soft drinks, and walk the mountain trails of her home in western North Carolina.

Thursday, April 13, 2017

Upcoming Release and Cover! by Linda Broday

Riding toward us on a swift horse is THE HEART OF A TEXAS COWBOY! He'll gallop into bookstores and online on May 2nd. But I want to reveal this gorgeous cover. I just love cowboys and this model really makes my heart melt.

Book #2 Men of Legend series features Houston, one of the three sons of Stoker Legend. Houston was a bit of a surprise for me and he turned out to be my favorite I think of these larger-than-life brothers.

After his father loses half of the Lone Star Ranch in a poker game, Houston finds out the only way to get it back is to marry the daughter of the new owner--Lara Boone. He's never even laid eyes on her but he reluctantly agrees to give her baby a name. That's all Lara Boone asks for and that's okay with him. He has closed off his heart.

This marriage of convenience story takes many twists and turns as Houston drives a large herd of longhorns north to Dodge City, Kansas. Lara goes along when Houston can find no one else to fill in after his cook quits. And of course, the nursing baby has to come too.

Two days out, Houston discovers three riders following them. They're soon in the fight of their lives but he's determined to protect his wife and child at all costs. Only two questions remain...can they reach Dodge City before the killers pick them all off?

And will Lara be the kind of wife Houston has always dreamed of finding?

If you like a book loaded with suspense, danger, and a big helping of romance this one is for you. So enjoy the cover and read the short excerpt.

EXCERPT:  This takes place immediately following their forced wedding.

Lara unpacked the food. “I didn’t want to start off my life here bothering people and being the helpless wife.”

This uncomfortable feeling between them was something Houston had to fix. “You’re never going to be a bother so get that notion out of your head.” He watched her sort the items into two piles. In one she put eggs, ham, cheese, butter and a loaf of homemade bread. In the other went the fresh vegetables along with various and sundry other things. Her eyes lit up when she removed the fresh apple pie.

“Since it’s getting late and I haven’t eaten today either, I thought we might scramble the eggs and fry some of the ham,” he suggested, seeing her indecision.

“I haven’t checked to see if we have pans to cook with.”

“We do.” The cooking utensils were left from a year ago when he thought....

“That settles it then. Go talk to Gracie. I might not know much about a lot of things but I’m an expert cook.” Lara’s hand collided with his when they bent to push aside a small curtain that covered the lower shelf. She froze. An awkward silence filled the room.

At last, Houston said, “Let me get the pan for you.”

She nodded and moved back. “I need to check on Gracie.”

Houston retrieved the skillet and set it aside. He stood staring out the window, cursing his incompetence as he bumbled his way through the strange maze of his life with this woman. At the sound of baby babbles, he turned to watch her sit the child on the floor.

Making up his mind, Houston went and gently took Lara’s hands. “We have to find a way to coexist. I can’t live with you frightened of my every move. We can’t occupy the same house without touching or bumping into each other on occasion. It’ll get easier as we go. But for now, trust me.”

“I do, Houston.” Her vivid green eyes held misery. “It’s just that I don’t know what you expect of me.”
Her statement caught him by surprise. What did he expect? Certainly not a wife given they were utter strangers. But not a cook and housekeeper either. That wasn’t right. No wife of his would ever fill the role of a maid to be at his beck and call.

Hell! He yearned for a stiff drink.

“A friend.” His answer surprised him probably more than it did her. “I expect you to be a partner. We both have gaping wounds that have to heal and things in our past to forget. I need someone who’ll stand with me in good times and bad.”

Lara’s smile transformed her face. She was a beautiful woman. He felt the urge to let his fingertips brush her delicate cheekbones and drift along the curve of her jaw.

“I can use a friend,” she said. “I’ll try not to ever make you sorry for your decision.”

“You won’t.” The words came out gruff and he didn’t know how he could say them with such confidence. Yet, somehow deep in his being a calm surety settled like disturbed silt back to the bottom of a riverbed.

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Publisher's Weekly - Starred Review

"The exciting plot, rich setting, and superb writing will delight fans of historical romances."


Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Online Dating...Not for the Tinder hearted!

Until last summer, I felt like something of a fraud. You see, I’d signed a three-book deal for a series of romance novels based around an internet dating site (albeit a vampire site but when it comes to dating, what 's the diff?) without ever actually trying it for myself. And not because I’m married or in a relationship either—I’ve been happily single for the past few years. Good old fashioned fear held me back.
Whenever a friend broached the subject, (as they often did) I would wrinkle my nose and snort in disgust. Dick pics! I’d say, giving the single greatest excuse for not giving it a go, because really, unless it’s Alexander Skarsgård sending naked selfies, who wants to see any of that business off the bat?
Alexander Skarsgård - whose naked selfies will always be welcome...
In the end, however, worn down by badgering and spurred on by curiosity, I relented. I decided to try it for a few weeks, just to see. I uploaded a couple of pictures that didn’t make me throw up and put myself out there on the app Tinder.
Now, my self-esteem is not so fragile that I think of myself as a troll under a bridge in the looks department, but neither do I have that pouty, Disney eyes thing going on. I was a nineties girl for heaven’s sake—we spent days drinking cheap lager and not washing our hair. We had Kate Moss as our poster girl. We were about fun and friends and listening to Oasis in the park. If you went home more than a few times a week you were a social failure. I didn’t expect anyone to match with me.
But they did. For those not familiar with how Tinder works, pictures pop up randomly and you swipe right to like them and left to reject. Yes, it’s that ruthless and shallow. But soon I was out there with the best of them, gathering matches like a debutante collecting dance cards at a ball.
Perhaps the best thing about Tinder is that it works on your location. If, for example, you go to London on a day trip, it will deliver, directly to your phone all the single men within whichever radius you choose. This adds a whole to new level of potential to trips away. Instead of the one who got away, no one gets away, not without you swiping left on them first. Cupid, your work here is done! You too, Fate! See you around, *evil laugh.
So, what about the guys? What you have to remember is that Tinder, unlike Match or eHarmony, is free and like anything that’s free it attracts all sorts of people—not all of them particularly sane. I had a guy with a foot fetish who wanted to lick my feet (a polite no thanks) and another who was quite open about the fact he was using the app to cheat on his girlfriend (Er–no).
In other words, roll up your sleeves, because if you want to find that buried treasure, you’re going to have to dig deep into the rubbish heap of human nature.
It’s not for everyone and eventually, with writing commitments needing my attention, I deleted the app. But I did meet a couple of nice guys and one I met up with in real life too. He wasn’t the one, but I don’t regret meeting him for a minute.
Who knows? This summer, I may even try it again. All in the name of research of course ;)
DATING THE UNDEAD, Book #1 in the series launches May 2nd 2017.

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

New Release: Back To Your Love by Kianna Alexander

If you like your romances with equal parts sweetness and heat, then Kianna Alexander's Back To Your Love won't disappoint! Check out the excerpt below to see what we mean!


Gently, he draped his arm around her bare shoulders. The feel of his touch radiated through her, the growing warmth inside her far exceeding the temperature of the sultry June night. Being in his arms again didn’t feel foreign, the way it should have after so many years. His touch felt as natural and familiar as her own heartbeat. She noticed the rapid pace of her breathing and wondered if he noticed it as well.

The low timbre of his voice broke the silence. “If I’m making you uncomfortable, just say so. That’s the last thing I want to do, Imani.”

So he had picked up on her nervousness. She shook her head. While her mind told her not to let him get behind her defenses, her heart didn’t want him to with- draw his touch. Instead, she answered him but kept her eyes directed at her lap. “No. It’s all right.”

“If you say so. I brought you out here to talk, so let’s talk. What have you been up to these last ten years, other than growing more beautiful?”

She felt the smile creep over her face at the smoothly delivered compliment. “Let’s see. I did undergrad in biology at Spelman, then med school at Meharry, then my dermatology certification—”

“Whoa. Are you telling me all you’ve been doing for the last decade is being a student?”

She shrugged. “I guess so. But I had a goal in mind, and hard work and lots of school were the only ways to reach it.”

That drew a low, rumbling chuckle from him. “I can’t say I’m surprised. You always were intelligent and determined. I’m glad to see you’re accomplishing your goals.”

She took a chance and raised her gaze to his. His rich, dark eyes held the same sincerity she’d detected in his words. “Thank you, Xavier. I appreciate that.”

A silent moment passed between them, their gazes connecting.

When his scrutiny became too intense, she broke the silence. “So, uh, what have you been up to? I’ve read in the paper, and heard from Mama, that you’re doing a lot of good work in the community.”

A broad smile spread across his face. “I’m glad to know Ma Alma speaks of me so highly. When I’m not in the office handling the books for my clients, I volunteer at a youth center in the old neighborhood, and I do a little work at Second Harvest Food Bank from time to time. I’m no saint, but I do what I can for the community.”

“I’m really impressed, Xavier.”

“Thanks.” His smile broadened, dazzling her. “Then I hope I can count on your vote in the city council race. If I win, I can do even more.”

Listening to him talk about his good works in such a modest way, she realized he still had a wonderful heart. In the few weeks she’d been home, her mother had gone on and on about Xavier’s activism. As an all-star athlete and scholar in high school, he could have chosen any career path he’d wanted. But instead of taking some high-paying, high-profile position, he’d chosen to make a modest living so that he could give back to the com- munity that had nurtured him as a child. Yes, Xavier Whitted was a rare bird, and if the look in his eyes was any indication, he was ready to build a nest.

There, beneath his searching gaze, she could feel her very soul opening up. Once upon a time, she’d been certain she’d marry this man. Now, she felt like an inexperienced adolescent. No matter how she tried, she couldn’t look away from him.

The heartbreak she’d suffered at Xavier’s hands had colored her perception of men. He’d been her first love and had shown her a first glimpse of real pain. Maybe she should thank him for that, because it had allowed her to focus on her goals, rather than be consumed by chasing after a suitable mate.

“Imani, I’m going to kiss you. Is that all right?”

She heard his soft words, and even as her brain yelled at her to back away before she lost her heart to him a second time, no words would come. All she could manage was to look into the endless pools of his eyes.

An instant later, his lips touched hers.


Title: Back to Your Love
Author: Kianna Alexander
Series: Brothers of TDT, #1
ISBN: 9781492646983
Pub Date: April 4, 2017
Genre: Contemporary

Xavier Whitted, CPA and city council candidate is excited to get away to the Crystal Coast for his best friend’s wedding. He is shocked when he runs into his high school sweetheart there, the only woman he ever truly loved.

Dr. Imani Grant is just about ready to open her own dermatology practice when a serious wrench is put in her plans—in the form of Xavier Whitted. Old feelings resurface along with old secrets from the past. Imani isn’t willing to go there, until Xavier starts a new campaign: win Imani back—no matter what it takes.

Like any good Southern belle, Kianna Alexander wears many hats: loving wife, doting mama, advice-dispensing sister, and gabbing girlfriend. She's a voracious reader, history nerd and craft fanatic. Kianna lives in North Carolina with her husband, two kids, and a collection of well-loved vintage 80's Barbie dolls.

Monday, April 10, 2017

An Excerpt from Sarah Castille's new release, Fighting Attraction

Passions between Jack and Penny ignite in Sarah Castille's sexy new book, Fighting Attraction. Read on for a sneak peek!


Jack growls when Doctor Death runs his hand up my leg in the Redemption first aid room. A real, honest-to-goodness growl like something out of a movie.

“I need some space to examine the patient,” Doctor Death says when Jack leans over to watch, almost knocking me off the examination table. “As you may have noticed, the first aid room is meant to accommodate only the patient and medical personnel.”

“Don’t hurt her.”

“Then don’t get in my way.”

Jack’s head jerks up, and he gives Doctor Death a menacing stare. What the hell is wrong with him? Twenty minutes ago he was all about being friends, and now I’m worried Doctor Death might not make it out of here alive.

“She hurt her hands and her knee.” Jack slides an arm around my waist, pulling me against him. “No examination required. Your fingers shouldn’t be anywhere north of her thigh.”

“He’s a doctor,” I say. “I’m sure he’s seen plenty of what lies north of my thigh.”

Wrong thing to say. Jack’s muscles tense, and for a moment I think he is going to explode. I backtrack quickly because I do need some medical attention and I sense an imminent threat to Doctor Death’s life. “I mean that in the generic sense, as in other women’s thighs but not mine.”

Doctor Death, with the worst possible timing, decides this is the moment to examine the area in question.

Bam. Jack bats Doctor Death’s hand off my leg. “Below the fucking knee. How many fucking times do I have to tell you?”

“Call off the guard dog.” Doctor Death shoots me an exasperated glance. “Or, better yet, tie him up outside and give him a chew toy.”

I look up at Jack, and he brushes a loose strand of hair behind my ear. Damn, he’s gorgeous. And furious. So unlike the Jack we usually see at the gym. I always wanted a protective boyfriend, someone who would have stood up to my father and told him it wasn’t okay to hit your daughter. Instead, I wound up with Adam who turned out to be exactly the same.

Doctor Death cleans the scrapes on my hands and covers the worst of the cuts with tiny bandages. I try not to cry out when he dabs stinging lotion on my knee, but I do suck in a breath.

“You hurt her.” Jack grabs a fistful of Doctor Death’s shirt and I slap at his hand until he releases him.
“Stop it. You’re acting crazy. It’s not that bad. I’ve had worse.” I glance down at my thighs, still covered by my gym pants which I’ve pushed above my knees. Curious how the pain from Doctor Death’s treatment does nothing for me either sexually, like the pain Jack gave me, or emotionally, like the pain I give myself.

Doctor Death picks up his tweezers. “Between Torment, Renegade, the Predator, and you all acting like a bunch of testosterone-laced cavemen around your women, it’s a wonder I can even do my job.”

“She’s not my woman,” Jack says. “She’s a friend.”

I don’t even try to keep up. One day I’m his friend. The next he says “you’re mine”. And now I’m a friend again.

“Yeah. I’m getting that message.” Doctor Death picks at a piece of gravel in my knee, and I break out in a sweat. “Loud and clear.”

“Hold my hand.” Jack pries open my fingers wraps his warm palm around mine, careful not to press on the bandages. “Squeeze when it hurts,” he demands.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” I hiss in a breath when Doctor Death digs into my knee again.
His lifts a challenging eyebrow. “Try.”

So I squeeze. I clench his hand so hard I’m surprised I don’t break any bones as Doctor Death works all the little pieces of gravel out of my knee, alternating with squirts of the stinging disinfectant. Finally, I give up the challenge and sag against Jack’s body. He puts one arm around me and tucks me into his side, as he curses Doctor Death under his breath. He is warm and solid. In the circle of his arm I feel like nothing can hurt me, and despite the pain, I wish I could stay here forever.

“All done,” Doctor Death says ten minutes later. He tapes big white bandages over my knees. “Come back if you see any signs of infection. Your knees will feel stiff for a few days as the skin heals. Palms won’t be so bad.”

“Thanks very much.” I give Jack a nudge, and he mumbles something that I think is meant to express gratitude, albeit couched in filthy language about Doctor Death’s man whore ways and all the things that might happen to him if he touches me again.

“Gonna take you home,” Jack says as I limp out of the first aid office.

“It’s okay, I’ve got my car.”

“Then I’ll drive you home and come back in a cab.” He clears a path down the hallway with the fierceness of his scowl.

“You don’t have to,” I say. “I’m fine. Really. You didn’t even need to stay with me. None of this is your fault. It’s just me pushing myself too hard and then paying the price by falling on my face in front of the hottest guy in Redemption.”

“Hottest?” He pulls to a stop, his eyes glittering, amused.

Did I just say that? Well, there’s no taking it back.

“Yes.” I watch him, waiting to see what he’ll do. His gaze drifts to my lips, and electricity sparks in the air between us, the same energy I felt in the club. I lean closer, tilt my head back just the tiniest bit. His chest heaves, and his scent fills me—soap and sweat, masculine and raw.

“Let’s get going,” he says.

Disappointment floods me, and my cheeks flame. I’m about to turn away when I feel his fingers under my chin. Gritting my teeth, I force myself to meet his gaze, surprised to see his soft smile. “I’m driving.”


He bends down, brushes his lips over my cheek, sending a rush of heat through my body that shimmies up my spine. “When we get there, I’m coming inside.”

Every part of me tingles, and when he pulls away, I can barely breathe. “Okay.”


“Yes?” I whisper.

“I need your keys.”

Title: Fighting Attraction
Author: Sarah Castille
Series: Redemption, #4
ISBN: 9781492648857
Pubdate: April 4, 2017
Genre: Erotic Romance 

My sweet, sexy Penny has a dark side. Just like me.
I will have her. And then I will lose her, and suffer a lifetime of regret.

Rampage. Everyone loves him. He is Redemption’s top heavyweight fighter and the biggest gossip in the gym. But he isn’t the teddy bear everyone thinks he is. He’s hiding a dark secret—and he hates himself for it.

Twice a week, Rampage transforms into Master Jack, a notorious dom only the most hard-core submissives will play with. How can he—a Southern gentleman, bred to respect and protect women—want to dominate them?

But Penny Worthington wants him. Beneath her pearls, kitten heels, and prim British exterior beats a tortured heart…Master Jack is the only one who can set her free.

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Sarah Castille writes contemporary erotic romance and romantic suspense featuring blazingly hot alpha males and the women who tame them. A recovering lawyer and caffeine addict, she worked and traveled abroad before trading in her briefcase and stilettos for a handful of magic beans and a home in shadow of the Rocky Mountains. Readers can find her at

Friday, April 7, 2017

Book Launch: Wanted and Wired, a science-fiction romance

Described by Publishers Weekly as a "steamy near-future escapade," Wanted and Wired is now available!

Book 1 in the Tether science-fiction romance series

What it’s about:

A snarky, sexy sci-fi romance series with the perfect balance of humor, heat, and heart. Now that Texas has seceded and the world is spiraling into chaos, good guys come in unlikely packages and love ignites in the most inconvenient places...

Rogue scientist • technologically enhanced • deliciously attractive
Heron Farad should be dead. But technology has made him the man he is today. Now he heads a crew of uniquely skilled outsiders who fight to salvage what's left of humanity: art, artifacts, books, ideas -- sometimes even people. People like Mari Vallejo.

Gun for hire • Texan rebel • always hits her mark
Mari has been lusting after her mysterious handler for months. But when a by-the-book hit goes horribly sideways, she and Heron land on the universal most wanted list. Someone set them up. Desperate and on the run, they must trust each other to survive, while hiding devastating secrets. As their explosive chemistry heats up, it's the perfect storm...

What other folks are saying about it:

"Steamy . . . an easy trip into a not-so-distant world of technologically enhanced humans ruled by their indefatigable and inexhaustible hormones.
" - Publishers Weekly

"Jackson leaves the reader anticipating the next installment." - Booklist

"Impressive . . . Jackson has a real winner on her hands!" - RT Book Reviews

"Raw. Smart. Quick-witted. Mouthwatering. Just a few adjectives that describe this exquisite tale. Do not let this unforgettable story, or its incredible cast of characters, slip by you. Brava, Ms. Jackson!" - DARYNDA JONES, New York Times bestselling author of the Charley Davidson series

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         “Mari?” The voice in her earpiece cushioned her panic somewhat.
         “Yeah, I’m in position,” she mouthed into her com rig. A receiver embedded in her throat picked up the vibration of her subwhisper and transmitted it to her remote partner, Heron. She didn’t even need to speak. He was right there in her head, or at least his voice was.
          “I can see that,” he said evenly. “Read me in on the rest of it.”
          Mari laid her gaze down the sightline and took a couple of long, steady breaths. “Uh, I got a bead on the building. No movement so far, which really isn’t that unexpected, given we’re peeking at a holoporn suite at midday. Fancy-pants one, too. Don’t you figure patrons at a place like this would have day jobs?”
          “I try not to think about the proclivities of our targets,” he said witheringly. Except the words didn’t wither, not when he said them. He had a way of making his voice sound like exactly what she needed to hear. In another man, she’d call it magic. In Heron, it was probably wetware calibration. “But I was asking about neither the building nor the mech-clone, querida. What is your status?”
          For instance, he said your exactly as if he gave a shit. Not just about the job, but about her. And that warmed her up far more than it should have.
Logically, Mari knew where she stood with him. He might call her querida from time to time, but in the same offhand way bar rats back home had called her ma’am. They hadn’t meant it as a mark of respect. Just like Heron didn’t mean to imply she was dear to him.
          They were working partners, sharing a contract but not much else. On this particular job, she functioned as shooter to his operations planner, but he had lots of other assets in play: drones, cameras, software bots, you name it. More dependable assets, too. Of the lot, she was the only one who had to get talked down from having the shakes.
          Which, weirdly enough, had lessened. They hadn’t gone away entirely, but at least her hands were steady, dogs to the Pavlov of his voice. She could do this.
          “Oh, you know me.” She flattened the gum behind her incisors. “Always itching to kill something.” Which wasn’t true at all, but it sounded appropriately badass.
          “Not kill. The contract is to capture or destroy a stolen mech-clone. It isn’t living and never was. It’s just a machine.”
          “It’s a pretty fucking special machine, though. There are, what, ten known N series mech-clones in the whole world? This contract is big balls, at least for me. I gotta get it right.” Heron might have pulled bigger, more high-profile contracts, but most of Mari’s work was small-time property destruction and softkill intercepts. She could bring down a drone like nobody’s business. But then, most drones didn’t look like people.
          She shouldn’t have taken this job. Everything about it stank to high heaven. Heron had been against it from the start. But then, on the flip side, there was that payout she’d been promised. The thing that would make it all worthwhile. The thing she hadn’t told her partner about yet.
          Heron didn’t say anything for a long while. Silence roared where his voice should be. Then, “If it’s really bothering you, we can call this off right now. You know I’d rather capture the mech-clone and return it intact. I believe I know who it belongs to.”
          Mari forced breath through her gum, popping a quiet bubble. “Nah, let’s take this fucker out. Less messy, no loose ends, and we don’t have to pack it up and ship it afterward. Just get your drone ready to vid the kill confirmation.”
          “The bounty would be higher on a capture,” he reminded her. “And we could sell it to somebody other than Texas.”
          The way he said Texas got her hackles up, but she bit back a defensive reply. Depending on who you talked to, postsecession Texas was either a geopolitical object lesson in what not to do or else a deep hick land of lawless gun-toters, enviro-containment zones, barbed wire, and whacked-out technocrats.
          “What was it you said about the proclivities of our clients? That we don’t need to like them?”
          “My reservations have nothing to do with our client’s hobbies or fetishes. Quite simply, I don’t trust the Texas Provisional Authority.” Heron’s voice on the com was as carefully modulated as ever, so maybe Mari was imagining the criticism. Maybe she was just too sensitive about where she came from.
          “They got money same as anybody, maybe more if those power grid rumors are true.”
          “I’m not talking about the payout, querida. I’m talking about you. I don’t trust them with you.” He paused. “I can get you other contracts. ZaneCorp is looking to take out the group that hacked them last month. Their data center is off the coast of Belize. Easy job, nice payout, white sand beaches nearby. You could wear a bikini and use explosives.”
          Her mouth relaxed into a half grin. Regardless of the fact that they didn’t socialize outside of work, this man knew her far too well. “Nah, we’ve been over this. I got a job to do here.” She pushed the gum against her soft palate. “Anyhow, don’t you got something better to do than chat me up while I’m working?”
          “Your bios spiked.” She could almost see his articulated shrug, a movement that was too smooth, too deliberate. And also god-awful sexy. “You are my mission priority.”
          So hard not to sigh. Mission. Job. That’s all she was to him. Getting her in and out of jobs was the beginning and end of his care for her.
          No matter that she had a thing for skinny, dark-haired smart-asses—even biomechanically enhanced ones. No matter that sometimes she thought of him as her guardian angel out here when things got hairy. No matter that she wished sometimes—okay, lots of times—that she could take him with her on a downtime, one of those booze-hazy interstices between jobs. Her usual contracts—thieving, demolition, corporate data smuggling—paid well enough that she could hie off for a few weeks after, blank her mind, and abuse her body in all the best ways.
          She tried to picture Heron with her in one of those downtimes. Sand, still warm from the sun, now splashed with bonfire and moonlight, music so loud her bones throbbed, and Heron lounging beside her, ass naked and relaxed, swirling a margarita. With his tongue.
          Whoa. Well, if she was looking to settle herself, that mental image sure wasn’t gonna do it.
          Except it had.
          Or maybe just talking to him had.

Vivien Jackson writes stories with robots, grenades, pixies, and always, always down-home salacious kissery. She's an unrepentant fangirl of many fandoms and would love to discuss your favorite ships here or here or here.