Thursday, March 28, 2013

Friday Freebie for Everyone!!!

Beginning on March 28 going through April 2, 2013,
Night with a Dom is FREE! And I’m giving away a $5.00 Amazon Gift Card to one lucky reader.
Thanks for having me on your blog, D’Ann!
Thanks for being here, and thanks for the wonderful freebies! What a great treat!
Leave a comment for your chance to win and EVERYONE can get Night with a Dom  FREE on Amazon.
Night with a Dom
Melody Manning’s workaholic ambition, coupled with a slave-driving former boss, has made her the youngest market analyst in her firm. It’s also killed her personal life, including losing her fiancĂ©. When she receives a message from him on New Year’s Eve announcing his engagement to another woman, Mel loses it. Her new, more compassionate boss has the perfect solution for her—get laid. Good and laid.
At his suggestion, she signs up with the 1Night Stand service, listing her deepest sexual desires on the application. A speedy response from Madame Eve has Melody on her way to Sonoma Valley wine country and a one-night stand with a mysterious Dom.
The sexy, masked Master promises to get to the bottom of her guilt and provide ultimate satisfaction under the safety of his stern hand. After an emotional night of submission and uninhibited passion, will her lover’s unmasking lead to the end of their encounter or give Mel another chance at love?
The following excerpt has been bleeped out to make it a PG-13 excerpt. Please keep in mind that the book does contain adult themes and language, and is not suitable for minors. Thank you.
 “During this portion of the evening you will only speak when asked a direct question, and you will address me as ‘Sir’. Understand?”
Concentrating on his words, she had to strain to hear him over her pounding heart but nodded. Excitement and fear zinged to her extremities and every place in between.
He trailed his tongue from her earlobe down to her nape. She gasped and tensed her shoulders as he nipped and sucked the sensitive skin. Goosebumps covered her from head to toe. Her nipples hardened and throbbed.
He swept his hand slowly over her stomach. She melted back against him, the heat of his body wrapping around hers, instant, carnal and very real. Throbbing need pulsed between her legs, replacing the chill of fear.
“I’m going to remove your dress.”
“Okay.” The word whooshed from her. Dizziness caused her to sway. Is this really happening? His velvet baritone held a familiar lilt she couldn’t place, but surely if she’d heard that sexy sound before, she’d remember. Right now she was so aroused, it could be her high school boyfriend and she wouldn't know—or care.
“Okay, what?”
Her body tensed at his rebuke. “Okay, Sir.”
“You have enough discipline coming this evening for past transgressions, Miss Manning. Let’s not complicate matters by increasing their number. All right?”
“All right, Sir.” She sucked in a breath at the mention of punishment. What would he do to her? She had stipulated mild discipline, but what did that mean to him?
Prior to becoming a writer of romantic fiction, Casea Major worked in the legal field for a non-profit dispute resolution company for ten years.  She is now a full-time mom to three preschool children with whom she and her husband live happily...most of the time.  When she isn't chained to her laptop, she enjoys Cary Grant movies and crocheting.

Saturday, March 23, 2013

Sneak Peek Sunday--Desert Heat

         From Desert Heat:  
Mallory turned her head.  Something that sounded like a fire-breathing dragon bore down on her as if to pick her up and carry her off.  Even though logic told her it was the horse, she screamed and threw her hands up to ward him off.   But the enormous beast hit her shoulder and knocked her spinning. 

Without her glasses, she instinctively reached out to break her fall.  Too late she realized her error.  Her wide open palms landed in a pile of Cholla.  Its sharp prongs penetrated her skin, sunk in and spread its fishhook-like prongs, instantly causing shoots of agony to fill her hands and arms.  The plant stuck worse than crazy glue.  No amount of shaking could loosen it.

Mallory held in another scream and moaned. 
Getting to her feet was next to impossible. 
She couldn’t push to her feet with her hands full of thorns and the more she struggled the more Cholla she drove deeper.  Not only her palms were full of thorns, but her sleeves and the front of her sweater, too.  It covered her from elbows to feet.  No matter how much she wiggled, she couldn’t get up.  She imagined she looked like an armadillo on her back.  If she didn’t hurt so bad, she would’ve almost laughed. 

Her glasses lay a few feet from her and she had no way to pick them up. 
I have an offer going on this it on any reputable site, let me know, and I'll send you a copy of any of my other books! March 22-April 5.

Keep hopping for more great stories:


Thursday, March 14, 2013

Five Friday Freebies--Contemporaries

Five Authors! Five Great Reads! Five Freebies!
That's right. No need to hop, skip or jump. Leave a comment with your email and ONE lucky winner will get all five freebies!!!
The winner will be drawn a week from today on March 22, 2012. Check back to see who won!



Cheryl Gorman is a multi-published award winning author of contemporary and romantic suspense novels. Her first novel, Wolf Island was a 2006 Eppie Finalist. She also co-authored the non-fiction book Ten Steps to Creating Memorable Characters. She grew up in Burke County Georgia whose claim to fame is The Bird Dog Capital of the World. Cheryl graduated from Georgia College and State University with a Bachelor of Arts Degree in 1979 and went to work at the Medical College of Georgia. In 1987 she moved to the beautiful state of Colorado and there her life truly began. On her arrival in Colorado, Cheryl felt she had finally come home after being away for a long, long time. She put fingers to keyboard, stated writing and has never looked back. She lives in Highlands Ranch with her husband, their daughter and two little furry children named Pilot and Rocky. 

Blurb from my April 2013 release The Rancher and The Event Planner:

After taking her eyes off the road for a second, Jennifer “JC” Barrett flattened a mail box, nearly killed a man, a dog and her career. Now she must complete thirty days of community service in her home town of Salvation, Texas helping sexy ranch owner and mayor, Rafe McCord revitalize the town for a chance at winning The Best Texas Vacation Contest before she can plan the most important event of her career. JC stopped believing in fairy tales and happily ever after a long time ago. But Rafe is a cowboy fantasy in the flesh and romantic feelings she doesn’t believe exist are growing in her heart.

Rafe knows he isn’t good at relationships as he was never able to make his deceased wife happy. Unfortunately, the local judge—his soon-to-be-disowned brother—has saddled him with his best friend’s little sister, Jennifer Barrett to help the town win the contest, give a much needed boost to the economy of Salvation and a chance to host the East Texas Rodeo. Only Jennifer has changed from an ugly duckling into a gorgeous swan and resisting her is impossible.


When he walked to her side, she turned and looked up at him. Familiar eyes the color of fine whiskey met his and her pretty lips parted. She gathered her purse and stood. “Hi Rafe, it’s been a long time.”

Shock kicked around inside him like a frisky colt on a cold morning. “Jennifer?”

He hadn’t seen her since he was a senior in high school. Sexy curves had replaced her rail thin figure along with toned legs. She must put in some gym time in between planning events. She’d grown her hair out and the suit she was wearing must have cost a bundle. Her skin still looked peaches and cream soft, but she generated strength and self-confidence. Gone was the shy, insecure girl he used to know. He liked her this way.

She gave him a quick hug, barely touching her cheek to his. She smelled like flowers and warm Texas nights. “I go by JC now. I took Mom’s name for my middle initial.”

Her voice had acquired a soft, husky tone. Attraction grabbed a hunk of mane and dug a spur into his solar plexus. Damn, where did that come from? Since Caroline died in a car accident four years ago, he’d corralled himself off from women, not wanting to screw up anyone else’s life, but with one friendly gesture JC had opened the gate a crack. His brother—was going to pay. Big time.

My Freebie: $15 Amazon Gift Card

My book will be available for purchase on as an e-book and in print on April 5, 2013.


Kristina Knight


Once upon a time, Kristina Knight spent her days running from car crash to fire to meetings with local police--no, she wasn't a troublemaker, she was a journalist. When the opportunity to focus a bit of energy on the stories in her head, she jumped at it. And she's never looked back. Now she writes magazine articles by day and romance novels with spice by night. She lives on Lake Erie with her husband and three-year-old daughter. Happily ever after.

Blurb: My new book, What a Texas Girl Needs: Vanessa Witte is ready to finally claim her life. The middle of three daughters born into the Witte family - a powerful Texas name - she’s been content to float through life. Being dumped by her shady ex? A blessing in disguise. Having a one-night-stand with Matias Barnes? Not one of her more stellar moments. But she’s back in Lockhardt with a secret and a reason to start fresh: A baby.
Matias Barnes knows all about society women - it’s part of the reason he left his wealthy family behind and took a job on a ranch. He doesn’t like the endless string of parties, the inane conversation, or the gold-digging tricks those women have perfected. But that doesn’t stop him from wanting Vanessa Witte. Mat knows she’s so not right for him, but with her back in Lockhardt, can he resist her charms long enough to really let her go?
 "I think we're past the 'Mr. Barnes' stage, don't you?" Mat watched her from beneath the tipped-low brim on his cowboy hat, his coal-black eyes boring straight to her soul. Yes, they were past the Mr. or Miss stage, technically, but not calling him Mat helped her keep her distance.
             The way her heart raced at the mere sight of him she desperately needed that space.
She looked away, crossing her arms over her chest. Her gaze caught on the frayed edge of his jeans—which were worn in all the right places, she noted—and today's tee, tight across his shoulders, read, 'Chicks Dig Scars' over his well-muscled chest.
Who was she kidding? Calling him Mr. Barnes didn't keep her from noticing just how delectable Mat was. Nothing could do that. Not in broad daylight. Certainly not the twinkling fairy lights during Kathleen's wedding reception.
            "I don't think a night spent in my grandfather's hayloft makes us best buddies," she said, hoping against hope he would just leave her alone.
            "Ahh, but what we did in that hayloft is another matter." He lounged against the side of her Porsche as if he might stay there forever.

What is your freebie? Charm bracelet, hand-made by Kristina



Find Kristina online:


Liz Flaherty

Liz has decided that “new and wonderful” is a good life motto, so she’s spent the time since retiring from the post office searching out and finding stuff that fits the criteria. Parasailing, anyone? She and Duane, her husband of…well, a long time, spent their first winter in Florida as snowbirds this year. It’s been a fun new adventure in which he’s played golf every day and she’s wandered antiques shops and restaurants far and wide with her sister-in-law Lynn.

Blurb for JAR OF DREAMS:  For as long as she can remember, Lucy Dolan has been jotting down her hopes on slips of paper and saving them in a pickle jar—her jar of dreams. It was the first thing she saved when the beloved family diner went up in flames, and it's safely buckled in her beat-up minivan when she lands in Taft, Indiana, to start over. She rents a room and goes into business with her landlady, but then Gert's nephew comes charging in to "rescue" his aunt.

Boone Brennan will be damned if he'll let Lucy take advantage of Aunt Gert, who raised him and his sister. Believing that she's just passing through, he's deeply suspicious of her—despite the sparks that fly between them.

Just as Boone and Lucy are starting to open up to each other, a series of fires throws Lucy under suspicion. Boone wants to trust her and his feelings, but with the whole town against her, will he stay by her side? Or will Lucy move on and find another place to make her dreams come true?

Excerpt: She clicked imaginary glasses with him, then cupped his face. “Thank you. It was nice to talk about Dad without swimming around in a pool of regret.”

“Thank you, too.” He turned his face into her hand, kissing her palm. “I haven’t felt this…alive for a long time.”

When she took her hand away, he checked her watch—he never wore one. “I hate to say it, but we should probably head for home. If we’re late for dinner, Aunt Gert will blame me and I’ll be peeling potatoes for a week or something.”

“I’ve enjoyed this afternoon,” she said, getting up and falling into step beside him.

“Me, too.” He brought them to a stop before they walked up the bank from the riverside path, sliding an arm around her waist. “There’s something I have to do before we go home.”

He tilted her face to his and drew her into his arms. “Maybe if we do this,” he murmured, his lips just grazing hers, “it will be out of the way and you won’t drive me crazy anymore.” He nibbled, coaxing, and then his mouth wasn’t grazing at all—what had been soft and gentle and sweet became something not soft and not gentle at all. But still sweet. Very, very sweet.

She wondered, as they got in the car a few minutes later, if his road to crazy had been curtailed.

Because hers certainly had not.

    What is your freebie?

A cup and saucer, because a tearoom is the setting of JAR OF DREAMS.






Liza lives in Denville, NJ with her dog, Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels. She loves to create interesting characters, set them loose, and scribe what happens.


BLURB from Saving Casey, a Young Adult Suspense Thriller

Eighty-year-old Cass wakes up in the body of a troubled seventeen-year-old girl named Casey, which all believe has survived a suicide attempt. Cass intends to turn the girl’s life around, only it’s harder than she expects. All Casey’s troubles have now become Cass’s and someone wants her dead.

Upon settling down on the toilet, Cass noticed the floor to ceiling mirror facing her and screamed at the sight of the creature within it. Short black hair spouted about its head, black circles surrounded both eyes and fell like triangular knives down the cheeks. Black lips, stretched in horror as if in a nightmare. Pulling up her pants, she moved closer to the mirror.

She was a ghoul, an honest to God ghoul!

The door crashed open and her father stared at her, fear and panic clear in his eyes.

She touched her face. “Please tell me these aren’t permanent.”

His panic remained a second longer as her words filtered into his brain and then he pulled her into his arms. “Don’t worry, we will get them removed—if you want to…”

“If? Oh, I definitely want them removed,” she said.

How can I turn around my life if I look like the walking dead from a low-grade monster movie?

Freebie: Facial tattoos like Saving Casey’s. Fortunately, these are temp tattoos. They come with amusing instructions.









Christine Warner is living her dream in Michigan along with her husband, three children, one laptop and a much loved assortment of furry friends. 

Besides laughing and a good round of humor, she enjoys spending time with her family, cooking, reading, writing but no arithmitic.  A confessed people watcher, she finds inspiration for her stories in everyday activities.  She loves to read and write about strong heroes and determined, sometimes sassy, heroines.

A girl gone wild, at least where social media is concerned, she enjoys meeting other avid readers and writers on facebook, twitter and her website at

My contemporary office romance Two-Timing the Boss published by The Wild Rose Press

BLURB for Two Timing the Boss:

Farah Smith is on a mission: secure the funds for her twin sister’s surgery. She’ll do whatever it takes to succeed. Even if that means putting her values aside to work for a man she finds morally bankrupt. But when the real Farah meets her new boss, she wonders if she’ll be able to resist his sexy advances long enough to help her sister.

From the blonde wig, to the stilettos strapped around her ankles, Farah’s a clone of Keller Donovan’s harem of past assistants. She can’t believe she’s let herself be talked into the disguise, let alone working for the man planning to demolish the hospital her sister so desperately needs, but the salary he offers is the only way she’ll be able to afford her sister’s surgery. The moment Farah meets Keller she realizes her most daunting task isn’t typing, spreadsheets or organizing travel arrangements, but fighting the growing attraction toward a man whose ruthlessness is legendary in the boardroom as well as the bedroom.

Determined not to end up in a disastrous marriage like his divorced parents, Keller believes all relationships should have a shelf life of sixth months or less. But when he meets Farah, all bets are off. He not only wants her to continue as his personal assistant, but his own private bed warmer. Unfortunately, his offer of an affair doesn’t sit well with her fairytale dreams or the strangled hold gripping his heart.
Excerpt: Her ankles shook with the effort of staying upright when she stepped inside the room.  Damn heels.  She didn’t know how women wore these all day without earning frequent flyer miles on their emergency room VIP cards. 

Skin along the back of her legs tingled as her gaze traveled to the man filling the room.  Her breath stilled. 

God, no man had a right to be so gorgeous.  More than his pictures let on.  He stood several inches over six foot.  Thick, wavy hair lightened as it worked its way from the roots, a soft brown to a fired copper, as if he enjoyed many hours outdoors.  But what really caught her off guard was the pair of sky blue eyes that darkened as they circled closer to the black of his pupils.  She released her breath when they raked over her from head to toe before his jaw hardened as if in disapproval.

Humph, as if he should disapprove of her.  She lifted her chin, meeting his gaze dead on.  From all she’d learned of this man, he should be the one rating looks of skepticism. 

 “Miss Smith?”  His gravelly voice wasn’t obtrusive, quite the contrary, it had a relaxing effect.  It slid over her like cool water trickling down a bed of moss covered stones.  Her insides quivered.  She lowered her gaze to the floor to get her equilibrium back, took in a quick breath then met him with a controlled smile.  Time to be professional and ace this interview.  

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Donovan,” she lied, stepping forward.  Her legs
wobbled in the stiletto heels. 


What is your freebie? I’m giving away a FRIENDSHIP picture frame J




Two-Timing the Boss is available in print and digital format at:

And you can find me at:

My blog/website:

Twitter under ChristinesWords:!/ChristinesWords

My Facebook page…stop by and give it a LIKE to stay informed of what I have in the works:

I love to hear from readers and other authors J