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Mile High – Pre Order

So, my erotic short that is part of the Pleasure Me boxset is now available for pre order. It’s solo release is being published through Liquid Gold. The erotica imprint of Paper Gold Publishing. It’s my first foray into erotica, and I’m nervous as to how it’ll be received, but excited at the same time!

Add it to your Goodread TBR shelf NOW

It goes live on the 20th of January 2017 and is only 0.99. It’s going to be exclusive to Amazon, and will be in KU for a while. Beyond that, as soon as I know, I’ll let you know.

Get your copy now on Amazon

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Summary:

When Taryn Caine was assigned a long haul flight on a private jet hired by Blazed, the hottest new band around, she never expected to end up screwing the lead vocalist, Max Reeves.

Max certainly rubbed Taryn up the wrong way from the moment he stepped foot on the jet, but can he rub her the ‘right’ way by the end of it?

Not Long to Go…

I’m not at ‘excited’ yet. With 16 days until The One That Got Away releases (hopefully), I’m at the “I feel nervous sick” stage.

A whole bunch of what ifs are floating through my head right now.

  • What if it doesn’t release on time?
  • What if people don’t like it?
  • What if it doesn’t sell?
You see the common theme here?
This book has been in the making from the very beginning for about three years. It started life as fanfiction (I hear the hisses) one shot. When I decided to extend it, I thought it would be easy to change the names/descriptions before adding the rest of the story. Yeah, that’s not what happened at all. I split the original story into three chapters, then decided that the story needed t be told from both characters points of view, so I started to write Shane’s feelings on what was happening with Heidi.
Then, I stopped writing. For a long time, I just couldn’t get into the story, so I worked on other things, things that are still sitting in folders, on my computer, unfinished. Will they ever get to see publication? Honestly, I have no idea. I hope so, because when I start writing, it’s because the story interests me. It’s a story I not only want to tell, but to read myself.

Getting the cover made up helped, but it didn’t quite feel right The above image never really worked for Shane and Heidi after the reunion.It worked for their backstory, but myself and my cover designer, the amazing Grafix Momma and I went on a search. Well, she did, I was writing again. Filling in the blanks. Evenyually, the right cover was created and the story was finished. So I thought.
Three times, since finishing, I have had editors go over the manuscript, and three times there have been quite a lot of changes made. I even sent ARC copies out to a select few, before the story was fully complete. I admit, I got teary eyed over the response the story, my story, received. So, I worked my arse off to make the story the best it could possibly be.
So, now the story is in the final stages of polishing.I’m working on the acknowledgements and then it’ll go through formatting (thanks Rach), and it’ll be ready. Whenever I think about that step, I feel sick. Hopefully, over the next 16 days, I’ll start to feel excitement.
I just want my readers (all 7 of you) to enjoy this book as much as I have, mostly, writing it.

Cover Reveal – Right Click, Love – Re Release

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Cover Reveal

Right Click, Love Re-Release

Release Date: 12 December 2014

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Cover Created by J. C. Clarke @ Grafix Momma

Summary:

Disheartened about not being able to find “Mr. Right” on the London dating scene, best friends Jodie Lynch and Louise Hewson create a blog to not only document their disastrous dates with the numerous “Mr. Wrongs” and “Mr. Okay-for-nows” but also to help those going through the same experiences and to see where they’re going wrong. How will they deal with everything the dating scene has to throw at them — planned or otherwise?

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“I laughed out loud many times throughout the novella, but it had its serious moments, too.” – Sydney Logan – Author

“Where to start with this delightful little story? It’s jam packed with wonderful little quirks and so many positives that I may just run out of superlatives! Funny, romantic, realistic, witty, charming – the list is just endless.” – Lily Loves Indie Blog

“If you love a quick romance read with a touch of comedy then this book is for you!” – Jessy @ Bookend 2 Bookend Blog

“Right Click Love is a great insight into what young women face in the dating world. The story was funny, heartwarming and sweet.” – Erica – Goodreads Reviewer

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Under These Restless Skies – Lissa Bryan – Cover Reveal & Excerpt

Coming soon, a new historical romance from Lissa Bryan set in the days of Henry VIII and Anne Boleyn, Under These Restless Skies.


Synopsis:

Will Somers has always thought himself unlovable. When he encounters a creature of myth and magic, he seizes the chance to finally have a wife and family of his own. Emma is a selkie—one of the immortal fae-folk of the sea—bound to Will by the magic of her kind, and eager to learn about life on land. She has to learn to adapt quickly to human customs, because Will is headed for the court of Henry VIII, to serve as the king’s fool. It’s a glittering, dangerous world, where a careless word can lead to the scaffold and the smallest of gestures is loaded with political implications. Anne Boleyn is charmed by Emma’s naïveté and soothing selkie magic and wants Emma for her own fool. Can Will protect his newfound love from the dangers that lurk in every shadow? Circa regna tonat: around the throne, the thunder rolls.



Release Date: February 20, 2014

And now, for the cover!

Excerpt:
They came to the doorway of the presence
chamber. Fermor gave his name to the steward.
The man flipped through a list. “Oh, aye.
Fermor.”
“Correct, my lord. I am come to bring His Majesty
a gift.”
“A fool, was it?”
Fermor gestured at Will. “And a fine one at
that.”
The steward did not seem impressed. “Go and come
again tomorrow. His Majesty is in a temper today.”
The king’s visit with his sister must not
have ended well. Fermor sputtered, panicking as he saw his chances slip away.
“ ’Twould seem the best time for him to be
regaled by a fool’s antics,” Will noted.
The steward stared at Will for a moment and
then gave a slight smile. “This way.” He led them through a tapestry-covered
door through the empty presence chamber. Will paused, awed by the sight of the
throne—the symbol of the king’s power—wide and heavy, gilded and jeweled, set
on a carpeted dais. Beside it was a smaller throne for the queen, and over both
were canopies bearing the coat of arms of each. The steward bowed to the empty
throne as they passed, and they copied him before continuing out into a smaller
gallery.
“Tarry here,” the steward instructed. “The
king is at cards with the Lady Pembroke. You will be called to him when he is
finished.”
Will’s stomach churned. He’d never felt less
amusing in his life, and his wits were logy. A horrifying thought occurred to
him. If he was unable to persuade the king to take him on, he wouldn’t be able
to keep Emma. He couldn’t take her with him if he returned to the comedy
troupe. Panic made his mind blank for a moment, and he did not hear his name
called. Fermor elbowed him, and Will stumbled to his feet and followed the
steward into a chamber.
Will didn’t have much of a chance to survey
his surroundings. He had an impression of tapestries over dark wood paneling
and the glitter of gold, but his eyes were on the floor in front of two figures
seated in x-shaped chairs. He knelt.
“Your Majesty, Lady Pembroke, if it pleases
Your Graces, I present Master Richard Fermor and Will Somers.”
“Rise,” the king said. Will stole a glance
at him and saw a large, but still muscular man with thinning reddish-blond
hair, dressed in a dark brown velvet doublet, ornamented with pearls and gold
frogs. The king had gained weight in the last few years, and to disguise it he
had widened the shoulders of his surcoats. Will had to admit the effect was
powerful. His large codpiece jutted up from the center slit of his doublet,
also meant to convey power, or at least, virility. His eyes were small, a
piercing blue-gray. Will caught a glimpse of them before he lowered his gaze to
the floor.
“So, Fermor, you have brought me a fool.”
The king’s voice was low and gruff, and he didn’t sound much interested. The
lady seated at his side wore a French hood and an initial pendant attached to
her strand of pearls, the letters “AB” twined together. She was garbed in a
dressing gown of brilliant scarlet, trimmed in ermine. It was casual raiment
only the highest nobility was entitled to wear outside their own bedchamber,
but Anne Boleyn was now royal in all but name. Just weeks ago, the king had
created her Marquess of Pembroke, the highest noble title in the land. She
patted the small dog in her lap.
“Aye, your majesty,” Fermor said. “If it
pleases Your Grace.”
“Well, fool, what can you do?”
Will was startled. He hadn’t expected the
king to speak to him. “I—I can juggle, Your Majesty,” he croaked. “I can make
jests, tumble, and sing a little.”
“Let us see it, then.”
Will’s hands trembled as he withdrew the
balls from his bag. “If it pleases Your Majesty,” he started. He straightened
his shoulders as best he could, and said in his haughtiest tone, “I, Will
Somers, am the best juggler in England.”
The king snorted and Will hoped it was from
amusement. He fell into his act, bragging about his abilities while seeming to
lose track of his juggling and keeping the balls in the air seemingly by
accident alone. He was grateful he had performed this particular act so many
times, because he thought he’d completely forgotten his lines, but they slipped
from his mouth of their own accord, and his limbs seemed to move themselves.
The king guffawed a couple of times, and he thought he heard Anne laugh at one
point. Will ended with one of the balls balanced on the tip of his nose, before
dropping it into his hands and sweeping low into a bow.
“Well done, Master Fool,” the king said, and
he seemed a bit more jovial than he had when Will first entered the room. Or
perhaps it was wishful thinking on Will’s part. “But tell me this: I have fools
already who can juggle and make jests. Why would I wish to have you at my
court? What have you to offer that they do not?”
The answer popped from Will’s mouth as
though he had rehearsed it. “Because I will do something none of your council,
lords and ladies, nor servants will do.”
The king lifted an eyebrow. “And what might
that be?”
“I will tell you the truth, Your Majesty.”
Fermor gasped. Anne burst into laughter.
“Oh, I do like him.”
The king cast an amused glance at her. “Is
that so, Master Fool? Then perhaps you are worth it, after all.”
“But you must make an oath to me,” Will
said.
The king’s eyes narrowed a bit, but he
calmed when Anne giggled at Will’s audacity. “What?”
“You must swear it, as the word of a
Christian king.” Will’s mouth was as dry as paper and his heart thudded in his
chest, but he continued. “You must swear to me, on your honor, you will never
hold it against me when I tell you the truth.”
The king stared at Will, his mouth agape,
and then he burst into laughter. He slapped his knee and elbowed Anne, who gave
him a sharp glance at being prodded by his arm, before she laughed along with
him as a courtier trained to echo the king’s mirth.
“You have my word,” the king said, as he
accepted a perfumed handkerchief from one of his serving lords to wipe away the
tears seeping from his eyes. “Or must I write it out and put my royal seal to
it?”
“Your word is sufficient for me,” Will
replied.
“I am flattered at your trust, Master Fool,”
the king said in solemn tones and burst into guffaws once again. “Go and have
my steward find you rooms. Have you a wife?”
“I do.” Will’s mind whirled. He hadn’t
expected this, and he didn’t want Emma to live at court, but there was nothing
he could do. Refusing lodgings offered by the king would be a gross insult.
“Bring her tomorrow,” the king commanded. “I
wish to see what the wife of a fool looks like.”
“Much like every other wife in England,”
Will said, and that sent the king into laughter once more.
“Go, and come back on the morrow.” The king
waved a hand at the steward. “Find him some decent garb, and some for Milady
Fool as well.”
Will bowed deeply and followed the steward
from the room. “And for you, Fermor,” he heard the king begin before the door
was shut behind them. Will’s knees gave out and he collapsed to the floor. His
head swam in sick circles. He sat back on his heels and looked up at the
steward. “Pray, pardon,” he rasped.
The steward gave a slight smile. “You are
not the first to react in such a manner.” He held out a hand and Will stared at
it in surprise. The steward was a lord, and here he was, offering a hand to a
baseborn commoner. Will took it, and the steward helped him to his feet and
drew him near.
“If ever a man needed to hear the truth,”
the steward whispered, “ ’tis that man in there.” He drew away again, and
his manner was once more brisk and officious. “Follow me.”
~.~


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Right Click, Love and Sugarplum Dreams are HERE!

I sat up last night until well past midnight so that I could see the books go live on Amazon. I was blown away by the response I got, not that I should have been surprised, I have some of the best and most supportive friends out there!

Sugarplum Dreams is, at the moment, available in ebook format only. The paperback will be available soon. As soon as it is, links will go up on Facebook and Twitter (and pretty much everywhere else I can think of). UK readers, order here and those of you in the US, click here.

Right Click, Love is available in ebook only. If you don’t have an ereader, you can download one for the computer or for most smartphones (I use the kindle app on my iPhone). UK readers, click here, those of you in the US, click here.

I, and I’m sure I can speak for the other ladies, hope you enjoy all of the stories. They were a labour of love for us all.

If you want to win a SIGNED copy of Sugarplum Dreams (paperback), signed by the amazing Lisa Bilbrey, check out the giveaway over on Goodreads.com. (I will be hosting my own soon – details to follow)

Also, there is Twitter party tonight to celebrate the release. If you want to win some great prizes, head over to Twitter at 6pm (EST) – that’s 11pm UK time if you’re not US based. Use hashtag #SugarplumDreamsParty to join in.

Not Long to go…

I may be feeling slightly nervous as I type up this post…

Sugarplum Dreams is due for release on December 11. Yep, THIS December. You can own a wonderful book that contains four fantastic stories by four amazing authors.
To help celebrate, we are having a Twitter party on release day. There will be swag to win and general fun and frolics to be had. You can even ask us some questions if you feel so inclined.
Make sure you’re on Twitter 11 December, 11pm GMT (6pm EST) using hashtag #SugarplumDreamsParty if you want to take part. 
We will also be hosting some giveaways on Goodreads soon for you to be in with a chance to win a paperback copy of the collection signed by one of us, so make sure you keep an eye out for those..