Monday, August 31, 2015

A Menage Even My Mother Could Love? Guest Post by Rosanna Leo

Rosanna Leo is one of my very favorite authors and I am so excited to welcome her back to the blog today with a funny--and very relatable!--post to celebrate the release of her sexy new menage romance, Predator's Trinity. I already have my copy on my Nook ready to go! Rawr! Take it away, Rosanna!

Thanks so much to Jessica for hosting me on my blog tour for Predator’s Trinity, Gemini Island Shifters 6.
This is my first menage romance, and I must admit, as proud as I am of my genre and stories, a part of me wondered how this book would be received. Especially by my mother.

Oh, come on, fellow romance authors. You know what I’m talking about. When you write risqué books, don’t you sometimes wonder what will happen when your co-workers or boss or Aunt Mildred get their hands on a copy? I know I do.

I have every faith in my readers. They’ve proven themselves to be open-minded and curious…and full of good taste. ;)

But my mom? What on earth will she say when she figures out my heroine Suzan is pleasured thoroughly and often by, not one, but two sexy jaguar shifter heroes?

After all, my mother is the lady who usually tells her friends, “My daughter writes smutty books!” And she says this with great glee and only a faint blush. She freely admits she reads my work but skims the sexy parts. Am I okay with this? Of course. I’m impressed she reads them at all.

And it’s not just about the sex. For me, it never was. It’s always about the story. The sex is just a lip-smacking, toe-curling bonus with whipped cream on top. No, really. You might very well find whipped cream in there somewhere…

So do I think Mom will crack open Predator’s Trinity? Yes, I do. Will she skim the lovemaking between the triad of main characters? Hell, yeah, I think she might. Will her opinion of me change?

No, but she might very well tell her friends, “My daughter writes smutty books…but she doesn’t write from experience!”
Predator's Trinity
Gemini Island Shifters 6
By Rosanna Leo

Librarian Suzan Marsh is an empath and has always felt assaulted by the feelings of others. She has had to distance herself from the people in her life, raising a mental barrier to ward off unwanted emotions. When wolf shifter August Crane abducts her, he breaks through the walls she constructed, forcing her to accept a frightening new truth.

Jaguar shifter twins Percy and Byron Moon are familiar with the evil ways of August Crane. Because of him, their childhood was destroyed. Because of him, their way of life at the peaceful Ursa Fishing Lodge and Resort is threatened. And they won’t rest until he is dead.

When Crane drags Suzan into his cult and decides to make her his “concubine,” Percy and Byron know they must save the human woman. Their connection to her is strong and they cannot deny the dream they always held close. That they could share a woman and make her their mate.

But even after rescuing Suzan, none of them are free from Crane’s clutches. The wolf shifter has plans, ones that involve the demise of every shape shifter at the Ursa Resort. Not only must Percy and Byron keep Suzan safe, they must convince her to accept them both. In order to stop Crane from hurting everyone they love, they must learn to fight together.


After her shower, she toweled off and dressed in the clothes provided, choosing a pretty green V-neck T-shirt to accompany the jeans. Everything fit perfectly, from underwear to outerwear, as if the Moons had already known her. It boggled her mind, but she couldn’t lose the sensation they were connected by more than just circumstance. Her instincts never lied. After slipping into a pair of soft white socks, she made her way toward the kitchen.

She heard Byron and Percy before she saw them and stopped to catch an excited breath. When she heard what they said, she paused a moment longer.

“How’s your jaguar holding up?” Byron asked his brother.

She knew it was Byron. Despite them being identical twins, there were slight differences in their voices. Byron’s was the smoother voice. Percy’s had the odd touch of sexy gravel.

“My dumb cat,” replied Percy on a near growl, “was up all night long. He keeps pawing at me, trying to get to her.”

Her? As the burn of jealousy sizzled in Suzan’s gut, she gnawed on her bottom lip in a futile attempt to quell it. Maybe Percy had a girlfriend and he was dying to see her. Maybe he couldn’t wait to escape the cabin so he could meet up with this woman and, well, let his jaguar loose.

“Yeah,” Byron said. “My cat’s in agony, too. I think my ribs are black and blue inside, it pounds them so much.”

Oh, great. She wasn’t sure why this information astounded her. Of course men like them would have girlfriends. Hell, they might have mates. She hadn’t bothered to ask, had she? She’d already heard the mate bond was a powerful thing, that it would drive any shifter to distraction, both sexually and emotionally. Why had she been naïve enough to think these men might be single? She knew enough to know the good ones were always taken.

She’d been so stupid to think they had a bond. Bullshit. Clearly, her empathic tendencies had let her down for the first time.

“I can’t believe how quickly my jag … recognized Suzi,” said Percy.

Oh. Last she heard, she was the only Suzi around here.

Byron grunted. “I feel the same way. I’ve never felt like this. My head’s not working properly. Fuck, I couldn’t even hold a bowl of eggs without losing it. Percy, we need to discuss things. Seriously.”

“I know.”

“If Suzi is the one we’re meant to share, we can’t afford to make any wrong moves, especially with Crane in the picture. We need to support her and not let our egos get in the way.”


If Suzi is the one we’re meant to share…

Holy hell.
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Rosanna Leo is a multi-published, erotic romance author. Several of her books about Greek gods, selkies and shape shifters have been named Top Picks at Night Owl Romance and The Romance Reviews.

From Toronto, Canada, Rosanna occupies a house in the suburbs with her long-suffering husband, their two hungry sons and a tabby cat named Sweetie. When not writing, she can be found haunting dusty library stacks or planning her next star-crossed love affair.

A library employee by day, she is honored to be a member of the league of naughty librarians who also happen to write romance. Rosanna blogs at

Friday, August 21, 2015

Midnight Caller: Thrilling Interracial Historical Romance from Haley Whitehall

As much as I love romance, there is nothing I like more than an unusual, well-written historical, so today I am delighted to welcome Haley Whitehall back to the blog to celebrate the re-release of her thrilling nineteenth century romance, Midnight Caller. 
I’d like to thank Jessica for inviting me to her blog to celebrate the re-release of Midnight Caller. The first book in the Moonlight Romance series, it was also the first romance I’d ever written. I re-edited it, lengthened it, and made it better. Set in Louisville, Kentucky after the Civil War, the town thrives on river traffic.

I think many people have a romanticized view of steamboats. Mark Twain made steamboats popular – there’s even a Riverboat ride in Disneyland. People can also take riverboat tours in the U.S. South. That is actually toward the top of my bucket list. You probably won’t be surprised to learn that Show Boat is one of my favorite musicals. However, I think viewers get so wrapped up in the lives of and romance between Julie Laverne and her husband and Magnolia Hawks and Gaylord Ravenal that they forget about the African-American deckhand Joe. 

In Midnight Caller I give Frederick, a roustabout on the steamer the Comet a voice. He loads and unloads the boat by day and when the ship is docked at night he sometimes sees to the intimate needs of white ladies. I like showing the romance of the Mississippi River isn’t just for the white and rich in my historical novel. 

You can learn a little more about the story below. If you like hot historical romances, I hope you’ll check it out. It is currently on sale for 99 cents through the end of August. 

Midnight Caller
By Haley Whitehall
Re-release August 13th

Life without love is painful, but in the Reconstruction Era South forbidden fruit can be deadly. A fiery romance between a widow and an African-American man has more consequences than either of them imagined.

Slavery has ended, but racial prejudice remains in Kentucky. Emma Bennett guards a secret that could destroy her life. Until now she never considered the price of her security. Becoming a well-respected member in Louisville had seemed a dream come true, but at what cost?

Her husband’s death from a carriage accident releases Emma from her loveless, controlling marriage. Now she has a chance to find happiness and raise a family. But before she begins courting again she wants to experience her freedom. At the advice of the leading socialite in town, she takes a black lover to fulfill her sexual needs. His raw masculine power awakens feelings she didn’t know existed. After the first touch, she craves more.

Frederick works as a roustabout by day and moonlights as a prostitute. He knows better than to fall in love with his white client, but Emma enchants him the first time he calls on her. To keep them both safe, he works hard to put up barriers. Unfortunately, he can’t protect Emma from the slimy Mr. Hawthorne, who wants her as his bride. Frederick vows to keep her safe even if his forbidden love costs him his life.


Frederick licked his lips, drew a deep breath, and knocked on the door. No one answered. Had she heard him? He waited, staring at the back yard. The barn roof could use patching. The woodpile wasn’t well stocked, and the fence marking the property line had a few rotten and leaning posts. Good signs he was going to be with a widow. The bright spot was a well-kept rose garden, many of the flowers climbing and intertwining on a tall trellis against the side of the house. The sweet perfume mixed with the fresh night air. He breathed in deeply. A pleasant feeling bloomed in his stomach.

The door finally opened. Frederick whirled around and found himself face-to-face with the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was young, couldn’t be much more than twenty, her black hair cascading past her shoulders with a slight wave. She had an ample bosom for her petite frame, the day dress she wore showing off every curve. The red color made her tanned skin look paler. Her hazel eyes seemed so innocent Frederick wondered what he was doing here at all.

“I was told you wanted company,” Frederick said. Why didn’t this woman have every man in town chasing after her?

She offered a tentative smile and opened the door further. “Yes. Please come in.”

Frederick stepped into the house and she softly shut the door behind him. Walking around him, her skirts brushed his side, making his stomach clench. She stood in front of him and assessed him as she peeked through her lashes, working her way down his frame.

He bowed. “My name is Frederick, ma’am. I am at your service.” His toes tensed in anticipation. This was going to be the best night of his life.

The woman shifted her weight and pushed a strand of black hair behind her ear. Nervous energy filled the room. He knew he was a massive man; hopefully the slight woman was not intimidated. She motioned for him to follow her. They walked through the kitchen into the dining room. “Have a seat.”

Frederick slid a chair back from the table and sat. He wanted to drink in her beauty, but that was not polite. He kept his eyes on the table.

“Would you like tea, coffee? Or perhaps brandy from my late husband’s liquor cabinet?”

“Coffee would be fine, ma’am. Thank you.” Some of his clients had him take his clothes off the minute he walked through the door. This woman was a slow mover. He liked that. 

Unfortunately, she moved so slow he didn’t even know her name.

She brought him a cup of coffee and sat next to him, drinking a cup herself.

A few awkward moments passed with the two of them stealing glances at each other. He felt eager and uncomfortable, like he was a youth chasing the girls around the plantation yard all over again. The coffee, strong just the way he liked it, gave him the burst of energy he needed. It glided into his stomach with a bitter kick. This pretty young woman would give him more exercise than the old widows he usually visited.

“My name is Emma,” she said. “Emma Bennett.” She blushed, her cheeks a delicious red. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“You have nothing to fear, ma’am.” Frederick smiled. “I am here to please you.”

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Haley Whitehall lives in Washington State where she enjoys all four seasons and the surrounding wildlife. She writes historical romance set in the 19th century U.S. When she is not researching or writing, she plays with her cats, watches the Western and History Channels, and goes antiquing. She is hoping to build a time machine so she can go in search of her prince charming. A good book, a cup of coffee, and a view of the mountains make her happy.

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Haley is also the author of
Midnight Heat (Moonlight Romance, book 2)
Midnight Kiss (Moonlight Romance, book 3)
Wild and Tender Care
Soldier in Her Lap
Alpha’s Voodoo
Caged Bird
Civil War Valentine

Monday, August 17, 2015

Warm Up With Daisy Banks' New Victorian Romance, Christmas Carols

Christmas in August? You guys must think I'm crazy, but bear with me here. Today I have the privilege of hosting my Liquid Silver pub sister, Daisy Banks, with an excerpt from her new Victorian Holiday Romance, Christmas Carols. I think it sounds like just the thing to keep the chill at bay this holiday season (or on particularly cloudy August days, for that matter), so grab a mug of hot chocolate and settle down to the latest lovely offering from the great Daisy Banks.

Thank you, Jessica, for your kind offer to help me celebrate the release of my new book Christmas Carols, published by Liquid Silver Books on the 10th of August.  
I know readers might think it a little odd to be thinking about Christmas in August but in Victorian England, where my story is set, people were used to starting their Christmas preparations early. One of the things I love about this era is the images of snowy winters found in so many paintings and stories from the time. The poor battled to keep warm in the winter season while the rich had grand hearths where they burned both coal and logs.

The season to prepare your logs for the winter to come is the end of summer and into autumn, hopefully the year before to give the wood time to season as it makes for a better fire. I am certain lots of readers in the USA are already checking their log pile and thinking of stocking it up. I know in the UK as soon as the summer holiday is over people start ordering fuel of many sorts ready for the winter months.

My best wishes to all the readers in their preparation for keeping warm this winter. The winter snow in Christmas Carols performs an important task as you can see in this short excerpt.

Thanks for reading
Daisy Banks

Christmas Carols
By Daisy Banks
Release Date: August 10th

Stephen Grafton, the blind organist at Holy Trinity Church, is gaining a reputation for his fine playing and compositions. Alice Broadbrace’s initial venture back into society after years in deep mourning brings her to the notice of the talented organist, and he offers her the opportunity to sing a solo carol to his accompaniment. His courage convinces her to find her own, while her charm entices him into thoughts of romance. A difficult walk in a snow storm is only the beginning of Stephen and Alice’s journey to happiness. Enjoy this sweet Victorian tale of talent and love blossoming.


Are you ready, Alice?” Stephen asked.

“You don’t have to escort me home, Mr. Grafton. I can manage alone.”

“Probably, but the walk will do me good, and Blue will enjoy the opportunity to walk too, so no rebuttals. Let’s be on our way. It feels as though the temperature has dropped considerably.” He offered his arm, and his tiny piece of world improved as Alice slipped hers through. “Walk, Blue.”

They walked with Blue across the nave to the side door.

“The pavements were rather slippery on the way here. I think the frost will be severe this evening.”

“You will have to direct us, Mrs. Broadbrace, as I’m unfamiliar with the route.”

“Of course, we need to cross at the corner and walk up Blossom Field Lane. My house is half way up the hill. Let me open the door.”

The door creaked as Alice pushed it.

“Oh my!”

“What?” But he didn’t need her answer as an icy flake hit his face. “Snow.”

“Yes, and so heavy. I do think you should make your way home, Stephen, rather than accompany me. The road is covered already and can only get worse.” The wind whipped her words to him.

“No, I’ll walk with you, Alice. I would hate for you to take a tumble.” A rustle and loud click, followed by the sudden absence of the freezing assault on his face told him she had put up her umbrella. She set her hand back on his arm and they took the two steps down to the churchyard path.

“The paving is dreadfully slippery.”

“We’ll go slowly.” The pathway, as she said, proved treacherous and he almost lost his footing. She grabbed at him so they both lurched. He laughed as they steadied. “Forgive me, but we must look a pair.”

“I doubt there is anyone to see, Stephen. The last of the choristers have gone. I can scarce see anything as the snow is falling so fast.”

“Hmm. We might take a little longer than usual to get to your house.”

She tightened her grip on his arm. “One bit at a time. We need to get to the churchyard gate and then the street.”

The snowflakes blasted his cheeks each time her umbrella moved with her steps, and already his ears tingled with the raw wind.

Blue walked on in the inclement weather but the dog had slowed his pace for them.

They stepped down into the road and trod slowly across, and then stepped up the other side to an equally icy pavement. Chill damp spread in his boots and his toes prickled.

They paused and Alice turned him around to face the other way against the snow for a few moments respite. “I am sorry, Stephen, I’m unsure of the direction. I can scarce see at all. The snow is swirling under the umbrella and the wind is so ferocious.”

“Exhilarating isn’t it,” he said. “I can’t recall ever being in snow like this.”

“I think it rather frightening. We need to turn back again. I know the road is right because there is another lamppost. It is just a little way on. Are you ready?”

“Yes, come, Blue.”

He turned back into the fierce wind and Alice altered his direction a little before clinging tight to his arm. Her umbrella provided moments of fractional protection against some of the wild flurries. Their path now became more perilous as they tried to make their way up the hill. He placed each footstep with care but still slid in places. Alice gave a little gasp each time her footing slipped.

“Let me put my arm around your waist, Alice, I can steady you better that way, and don’t complain of anyone noticing us, please. I’d rather shock the town populace than let you get a twisted ankle or worse.”

She sniffed. “Yes, please.”

He moved her arm from his and found her waist. He slid his arm around her, astonished she should be this slender. “Now you put your arm around me and then we set off again. Does Blue look all right?”

“Yes. Poor Blue, he looks as cold and miserable as we must.”

Strangely, with her in his embrace, and with the pressure of her arm around his waist, Stephen could think of very many other times when he had been far more miserable than tonight.

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Daisy Banks is the author of

Serving the Serpent (soon to be available from Liquid Silver Books) 
Christmas Carols
Marked for Magic
To Eternity
A Perfect Match
Valentine Wishes
A Gentleman’s Folly
Your Heart My Soul
Fiona’s Wish
A Matter of Some Scandal

Daisy Banks writes a regular monthly story in the Sexy to Go compilations.

Daisy’s books are available here

Sunday, August 16, 2015

Stolen Petals and Blended Tea: Katherine McIntyre on Fantasy, Fairytales, and Her Latest Steampunk Adventure

One of the things I've enjoyed most about my first year as an author has been meeting new friends with similar interests, whether that's writing, baking, tea-drinking, coffee-roasting, massage therapy, or in the case of Katherine McIntyre, all of the above! Katherine is a new to me author whose body of work includes fantasy, romance, steampunk, and young adult novels that sound so amazing to me that I'm surprised I haven't already read them all. I am thrilled to welcome Katherine to the blog today to talk about her life as modern day Renaissance woman and her latest steampunk adventure, Stolen Petals.

What are you drinking?

At the moment, I actually happen to be drinking one of my blends iced. It’s a panfired green tea with lemon peel and lavender. I’m a bit of a lavender junkie and this is proving to be a phenomenal thirst quencher!

You’ve blended tea and your website even has special tea blends for each of your books--how awesome! I love drinking tea, but I’ve never blended it before. What’s that process like, and what’s your favorite blend?

Blending tea is a lot like cooking, where you toss one thing into the pot and another and another because it sounds like it would be good together. However, similar to cooking, most recipes require a lot of trial and error until you reach the right taste for each blend! My favorite blend changes a lot because my tea drinking habits are wildly varied. I tend to get fixated on one blend for a month and then switch to something entirely different. So my current fixation is my By the Sea tea, an herbal blend of lavender, peppermint, and chamomile geared for total relaxation.

You’re an author and a massage therapist! Do you find the careers compatible? 

Wonderfully so! I work on so many different people from all different walks of life and am constantly finding story inspiration through that. Performing massage also puts me in a sort of meditative state, which has helped when I’m stuck on plot problems. It’s like the shower solution—once your mind is clear and calm, the answers arrive more quickly. 

Your website has some playlists to go with your books--what comes first, the playlist or the plot? 

I’ll begin writing a story and fairly soon after mesh together a playlist. And since I’m not a heavy planner for my plots, the playlist sort of helps me get focused and combat writer’s block. Each book has a different sort of vibe and music helps place me in that mindset. I have a widespread taste in music, but I wouldn’t say I’m someone who listens to a little bit of everything since I’m quite picky. More recently, I began listening to gothic country, and before that, it was celtic punk, so who knows what I’ll tune in to next. 

Your books could fall into several categories-- paranormal romance, urban fantasy, steampunk adventure, and even young adult--are there any other genres you would like to write? 

I’d love to do more young adult actually. As much as I love reading adult fantasy, I have to say my favorite themes all lie in young adult—I adore the self exploration of the individual and how they develop and mature over the span of a book or series. 

As different as they are, your books seem to have a certain element of fantasy in common. What is it about writing fantasy that you enjoy? 

Fantasy is such an integral part of my existence. When I was a kid, I was a shy extrovert constantly torn between wanting to reach out and communicate yet being petrified to do so. What gave me reprieve were fantasy books. I dove into them, escaping within the pages and going on journeys with characters who became fast friends. The fantasy genre has all of the drama and themes as any modern story, however, given the nature of the genre we approach it with a more open mind to learning lessons that reflect our own society. 

Poisoned Apple is a fresh take on Snow White. Are there any other fairytales you’d like to re-write? 

Oh man, whenever I think of fairytales, the ideas just hit me all at once. I love the old fairytales, but even more-so, I love twisting them. These stories have passed down through the years, and I love examining them from different angles than they were presented to me. In fact, many authors have tackled fairytales before and explored them with rather unique results. Poisoned Apple sprung out of a desire to see what a character forced to go through Snow White’s hardships of a wicked stepmother, the loss of a mother, then a father would be like. 

Do you think there are there any signature characteristics that make a Katherine McIntyre novel? Are there any subjects or themes you’re particularly drawn to? 

If you ask my husband, who’s always my first beta-reader, I have a penchant for dramatic speeches. A bit of a fantasy trope, but I love those motivational troop rallying speeches right before folks are ready to head into the final battle. As for themes I’m drawn to, well, I’m an ENFJ at the heart of things, so the idea of people working together to create something beautiful, to overcome obstacles, those ideas thrill me. I also tend to get these adventuring risk-taking urges, and through my characters can experience so much while sitting behind my laptop. 

Who (or what!) are your biggest influences?

My biggest influences were the books that impacted me the most, the ones which sort of shaped what stories I preferred and helped me clarify my values and morals. I can immediately recall three series I read time and time again as a kid: The Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis, The Prydain Chronicles by Lloyd Alexander, and the Enchanted Forest Chronicles, by Patricia C. Wrede. From there, I developed my love for adventure, for character growth, and for practical, independent women—all three facets manifest readily in my stories. 

As for other media, I have to say, the Last Unicorn made a huge impact early on when I watched the movie (though the book is phenomenal as well, I didn’t discover it until later in life). Also Joss Whedon shows tend to stir my imagination—I’m a diehard Buffy and Firefly fan.  

What can we look forward to from you in the future? 

Well, this year’s been a very word count heavy one, so I’m currently in the submissions process for my urban fantasy novella, Hunting for Spring, and I’m working through edits on a creepy winter fairytale, A Reflection of Ice. As for larger projects, I have a novel length manuscript I just finished which is a young adult fantasy with heavy Celtic themes. Probably the most exciting thing on the horizon though is my decision to pen a sequel to An Airship Named Desire. It was my debut novel from 2012, and I’d written it as a standalone, however, after writing Stolen Petals set in the same universe, I got the bug to continue the story of the scrappy band of airship pirates. 

Stolen Petals
By Katherine McIntyre

One man has swiped bounties from Viola, the Brass Violet, for years. Longstanding rivals, they’ve only had brief encounters, and if she had a choice, she’d avoid him entirely. When he saunters into her bar with an offer to work together on a job, the proper response would be to shoot him down and send him back to Shantytown. However, curiosity’s a wicked beast, and Viola needs to know why, after so many years of stealing her marks, he’d approach her now. 

The man is insufferable, annoyingly cavalier, and tends to stir up memories she'd rather forget--but she needs assistance on this job and he's offering aid and blueprints which could cut their work in half. 

Given the intense way he looks at her though, working together isn't all he has in mind. Van Clef is known for his persistence and, with his charm, he wins women over effortlessly. Viola’s not so easy though--she’s wise to his tricks. But if he wants to play the game, she will gladly rise to the challenge. By the end of this bounty, she’ll be the one leaving him in the dust.


"Barkeep, I'll take another," the chap from the opposite end announced. His loud voice hung in the air like noxious perfume and drew the eye of every patron in the bar. Viola held her sigh back, grabbed a glass, and poured. As she handed over his pint, his rough fingers brushed against hers. 

He'd slipped her a piece of parchment. Curious. 

Before she could retreat back to the other end of the bar, he stood, chugged his lager, and plunked the empty glass back down. 

"Thank you kindly, madam." He tipped his tattered top hat her way, a cheeky grin on his face. Whistling, the man walked out the door. Grimaces weighted the faces of gentlemen and ladies alike in the wake of his departure. 

Viola swiped his glass and made a retreat back to the washroom. Carefully, she unfolded the parchment. 

Meet me at the Rusty Scupper tomorrow evening. You want word on Brownetree's brother? I've got it.
—The Fox

Damn and double damn. 

While the run-down tavern, the Rusty Scupper, was the last place a lady should dally, the opportunity was too good to pass. She'd been on this bounty for months and couldn't let this chance slip. Viola focused on the name. Should've recognized the scoundrel.

A smile curved her lips. No, she couldn't pass up this opportunity. Under her alias, the Brass Violet, she'd maintained a healthy competition with most, but none as much as the Fox. Like his namesake, he snuck in and snatched her targets before she had the chance to nab them. He stole the pickings of others, especially hers, for his own entertainment. So why the peace offering? If he had information, he wouldn't share it unless he needed something from her. Which meant this bounty was about to get interesting. 

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Author Bio

A modern day Renaissance-woman, Katherine McIntyre has learned soapmaking, beer brewing, tea blending, and most recently roasting coffee. Most of which make sure she’s hydrated and bathed while she spends the rest of her time writing. With a desire to travel and more imagination than she knows what to do with, all the stories jumping around in her head led to the logical route of jotting them down on paper. Not only can her poetry and prose be found in different magazines, but she’s had an array of novels and novellas published through Decadent Publishing, Boroughs Publishing, Hazardous Press, and Jupiter Gardens Press. For more casual content, she’s a regular contributor on, a geek news website.

Sunday, August 2, 2015

Miss Radley's Third Dare: A Scandalous New Historical Romance from Heather Boyd

Miss Radley's Third Dare
Book Three, Miss Mayhem Series
By Heather Boyd
Release Date: August 4, 2015

What a woman wants…

The only person who ever understood what Julia Radley wanted most in life was the man who ruined her reputation and secured her victory in a bold swimming race. She does not hold Valentine Merton accountable for the harsh criticisms made against her character until he suggests the only way to smooth over the scandal of his defeat is to wed as soon as possible.

…the gentleman must dare.

After picking himself up after proposing, Valentine Merton is even more determined to tame the wild girl next door. The future he wants within the clockmaker’s guild depends on their speedy marriage. A few sweet words or, as a last resort, another brazen dare is sure to persuade her to take a chance on him… and his family.


About Heather Boyd

Bestselling historical author Heather Boyd believes every character she creates deserves their own happily-ever-after, no matter how much trouble she puts them through. With that goal in mind, she writes sizzling regency romance stories that skirt the boundaries of propriety to keep readers enthralled until the wee hours of the morning. Heather has published over twenty novels and shorter works. Catch her latest news at She lives north of Sydney, Australia, and does her best to wrangle her testosterone-fuelled family (including cat Morpheus) into submission.

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