Welcome to another Snippet Saturday. Today’s theme is travel! Enjoy my excerpt, and then blog hop around!

Long ago, Delanie made one gigantic mistake. Or committed one small felony, depending on how you look at it. Stealing a coin from a sexy stranger was just a prank to help a sorority sister get revenge. The sleeping with him part was totally unplanned. Yet she holds the memory of that one intense, passionate connection close to her heart—like the coin she still wears around her neck.

Six years later, she’s invited to a beautiful resort in the San Juan Islands to not only accept a donation for an abused women’s shelter, but to consider a job opportunity as well.

Instead, she finds herself face-to-face with her past.

Grant has always suspected Delanie stole his rare, lucky coin. He just never knew why—or why she disappeared the morning after their hot night together. After spending years looking for her, he’s lured her right where he wants her. He’ll have his answers, come hell or high water.

And, if things go his way, he’ll have Delanie, too.

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 EXCERPT

“I like your tattoo,” a deep voice came from behind her. “The last time I saw it I was taking you from behind.”

Delanie choked on the wine she’d just taken a sip of, her fingers almost crushing the stem of the glass.

No. It wasn’t possible. Goosebumps broke out over her body even as quick heat spread inside her. She could feel the owl tattoo on her shoulder blade tingle under his gaze.

What was more shocking? His words or the man who had just spoken them? God, it was a toss-up.

She drew in a slow breath, afraid to turn around. Her heart pounded furiously beneath her breasts and her palms dampened.

The coin she’d stolen from him six years ago hung on a pendant around her neck like a beacon. Thank God it was beneath the neckline of her sundress and well out of his view.

“Do you remember that night?” His warm breath tickled her ear.

Hot shivers raced down her spine as his words evoked images of the night they’d spent together. The air locked in her throat and she bit her lip, trying to halt the bombardment of erotic images.

Of course she remembered. That night was a firebrand on her mind. But admitting she hadn’t forgotten could only bring trouble. It couldn’t possibly be him standing behind me, the silly voice of denial screamed in her head.

Without turning around, she could sense the tall, hardness of his body just inches from her. Could feel his blue eyes burning a trail over her.

Another tremble wracked her body.

Get yourself together, Delanie. You’re not a silly co-ed anymore. And he has no idea what you did the morning after your night together.

She focused hard on the sparkling blue water that lay beyond the trees. She’d always heard Washington State was beautiful, and this island and resort in the San Juan Islands was a genuine paradise.

Funny how she’d considered herself a lucky woman getting invited to such a posh resort. How wonderful that not only was she here to accept a donation to the Second Chances shelter, but to also consider an offer as the resort’s marketing director.

Her lips twisted. She should have known. Paradise always had a price.

“Still thinking about that night?”

Annoyance pricked at his mocking tone. Knowing she couldn’t very well keep her back to him forever, she forced a bland expression onto her face and turned around.

Her bravado slipped a notch the moment she saw him, but she forced it back by lifting her chin higher. “I think you have me mistaken with someone else.”

“Do I?” He lifted an eyebrow, his mouth twitching with obvious amusement.

She swallowed hard.

Grant Thompson looked just as good now as he had six years ago. Scratch that, he looked better. The tall, lean, college athlete had turned into a sexy grown man. His face was harder now, more angular with the loss of the boyish roundness.

His hair, once more red than blond, had settled into something in between. But those eyes…those eyes were just as blue and piercing as they had been all those years ago. On that night she’d been stupid enough to bounce the bed springs with him.

She felt the warming of a blush and bit her cheek.

“Excuse me.” She stepped past him, but he reached out and caught her elbow, swinging her back around. Hot tingles raced up her arm where his fingers touched.

“Wait, Lanie—”

“Well at least you got my name right this time.” Her voice shook as she tugged herself free from his grip. She stumbled backward and eyed him warily.

That heart-crushing moment would remain engraved in her mind forever. Right after bringing her to a sweet morning-after orgasm, the jerk had called her Janie. Janie! And then to add insult to injury, he’d fallen back asleep before they could even finish making love. Wait, sex. Of course a guy like Grant wouldn’t consider it making love.

“I’m sorry about that.” Grant’s jaw hardened, all amusement vanishing. “That mistake caused a helluva delay in finding you.”

“Sorry? As if that—” She broke off and narrowed her eyes. “In finding me?”

He tilted his head and gave her a considering look. “Is that why you left so suddenly that morning?”

Guilt stabbed low in her gut, and she reached to touch the pendant under her dress. Before her fingers connected, she jerked her hand away and tucked a strand of short blonde hair behind her ear instead.

Careful, girl. You’re on dangerous grounds right now.

“Look.” She let her gaze slip away from his. “I don’t know what kind of twist of fate brought us together, but I’ll catch the first ferry back to Anacortes.”

“It was me.” He stepped closer, blocking her path back into the building.

Her heart almost stopped at the three words. “Excuse me?”

“I’m the twist of fate.” His mouth tightened. “Finding you was the first piece of good luck I’ve had in years.”

She almost dwelled on the luck comment, but the fact that he was claiming to be the twist of fate resonated louder.

The urge to flee increased and she shook her head, glancing around the patio. Her stomach clenched as she realized they were alone now.

“Grant…” She ran her tongue over suddenly dry lips and his gaze darkened as he observed the small movement.

“Lanie.” He stepped forward and she took a step back, her pulse jumping.

“Delanie,” she muttered without thinking. “I haven’t been called Lanie since college.”

“Fine. Delanie.”

The waves crashed against the rocks below as he backed her up against the guard railing.

“When does the next boat leave?” she queried, her heart fluttering harder in her chest. “I can arrange to be on it.”

“You don’t understand. I don’t want you to leave.” His hands curled around the rail on each side of her body.

The faint smell of soap and cologne tickled her nostrils and the heat of his hard body mingled with hers.

“It took me six years to find you.”

Six years faded to nothing with him standing so close. A tremble rocked her body, and her nipples tightened, chafing against the lace of her bra.

She bit back a groan. “Please…”

“The last thing I’m going to do is put you on a boat home, Delanie. We have a lot to talk about.”

Her stomach dropped and her mouth went dry. Oh. God. He knew.

 

Jody Wallace
Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Taige Crenshaw
Delilah Devlin
Lacey Savage
Sasha White
Shelli Stevens
T.J. Michaels

I wanted share that I recently had lap-band surgery (mostly for health reasons) and so I’ve been lying a bit low lately. I hope to be up and running strong (replying coherently to emails and such) soon! It’s never been a secret, and pretty soon people will likely notice and question weight loss, so I’m just being open about the whole thing.

Welcome to another Snippet Saturday! Today’s theme is uniforms. Check out my excerpt from Going Down, and then blog hop to the other links below!

One man wants her heart. The other wants her dead…

Holding Out for a Hero, Book 1

Eleanor Owen needs to get out of Chicago and quick. It’s not that she doesn’t want to obey the subpoena to testify against her drug-trafficking ex-boyfriend. It’s making it to the witness stand alive, should a dirty cop make good on his threats.

Tiny, remote Wyattsville, Oregon looks like the perfect place to disappear, but it’s hard to blend into the woodwork when one of the town’s infamous namesakes sends her heart racing. Worse, Mr. Tall, Hot and Packing is the town sheriff, which means she should stay as far away from him as possible.

Tyson Wyatt is positive the sexy new girl in town is hiding something. Question is, what? He vows to feel out her secrets—including what she feels like beneath him. Preferably naked. Until then, he’s not buying the story she’s selling.

Their chemistry is sheet-melting hot, and Ellie realizes much too late that the man with the badge is as dangerous to her heart as her ex is to her life…

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EXCERPT

Eleanor made a beeline for the bathroom, grabbing a small towel and running it under the water. Before she could tend to the scratch, the sheriff was right behind her.

He took the towel from her hand.

“Let me,” he said softly and caught her wrist, lifting her palm upward so he could dab it with the cloth.

Her pulse fluttered again as she watched him gently cleanse the small wound, his face crinkled with concentration.

She was way too attracted to him, Ellie realized with unease. Oh, this guy was trouble and in a big way. For the briefest second, she thought about packing up and fleeing town the moment he left—if he left and was convinced that she was some criminal.

But packing up and leaving just wasn’t an option, or would have to be a worst-case scenario one. She’d already paid rent for two months on this place. Cash. And she didn’t have bottomless funds.

“How’s that feel?”

She blinked out of her thoughts to discover he was watching her closely again instead of her wound.

“It’s fine,” she managed to reply huskily. “Thank you.”

He stepped closer, leaning forward to drop the washcloth in the sink, but not moving away after. Their chests almost touched and his face was just inches from hers.

Ellie’s body stirred with awareness at his proximity, her nipples tightening beneath her tank top. She licked her lips, acutely aware of the thin cotton covering her bare breasts.

“How long do you plan on being in town?” he asked softly, his gaze on her mouth.

Her heart thumped wildly and she had the craziest urge to lean forward and press her mouth against his.

“Probably just a couple of months. Getting out of the city for the summer…”

“Well then, Ellie,” he murmured. “I have a feeling we’ll be seeing each other again real soon. So you’d better get over that distrust of law enforcement bit.”

Her knees almost buckled when he stepped away without touching her.

Disappointment swept through her. You’re an idiot. Being disappointed that a cop you don’t know didn’t kiss you?

“I’ll, um, work on it.” She cleared her throat. “Was there a reason you dropped by in the first place?”

“Just wanted to welcome you to Wyattville and introduce myself.” He laughed and shook his head. “Damn, guess I forgot to do both of those, now didn’t I? The name’s Tyson Wyatt and welcome to town.”

She followed him as he headed toward the front door. “So that Wyatt part. Umm, you’re not like named after the town or something, are you?”

“Descended from the original founders,” he called out as he stepped onto the porch.

When he reached his squad car, he turned and glanced back up at her. “And there’s a good handful of us Wyatts, Ellie. Just to warn you.”

With a wink, he climbed into his car and backed away.

Ellie stood on the porch for a moment, wondering what the hell had just happened and what kind of crazy-ass town this was anyway.

Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Taige Crenshaw
Delilah Devlin
Lacey Savage
Sasha White
Shelli Stevens
T.J. Michaels

Seducing Allie is finally here! A Seattle Steam book that’s been a long time in the making :P Remember each book is stand alone, so you don’t need to have read one to understand another. Here’s a peak!

He’s going to show this wedding crasher just how dirty the outdoors can be.

Seattle Steam, Book 3
Allison Siegel is out to stop a wedding. With one of her best childhood friends about to marry a gold-digger, who wouldn’t at least try to stage an intervention? Apparently, her other childhood bestie, Clint.

The minute Allie grew out of her sneakers and into her curves, Clint’s hormones went ballistic. But she had eyes only for Ken, so Clint made himself scarce, even after the relationship fizzled. Now she’s back, looking better than ever—and hell-bent on sabotaging Ken’s wedding. So Clint knows he needs to do whatever it takes to head her off at the pass.

Kidnapped! Allison can’t believe it. Now she’s stuck in the Montana backwoods fending off nature’s friends, and fighting a losing battle to resist Clint—the sexiest forest ranger on the planet.

Clint has big plans for Allie. Not only will he convince a city girl that she needs to embrace her inner nature freak, but he’s going to prove there’s sparks flying in more places than just the campfire.

Product Warnings

This book contains a city girl out of her element, a forest ranger determined to keep her there, and a campfire seduction hot enough to melt more than just marshmallows. 

Buy on the Kindle  Nook and at Samhain.

Excerpt

Clint reached up, his palm gently cupping the side of her face.

“Come back to my hotel room.”

The air locked in her lungs and Allison’s heart nearly stopped. Hot awareness rocked through her as his offer resonated in her head. Had she heard that wrong?

“We would be explosive together, Allie,” he murmured, tracing his thumb over her lower lip. “Tell me you haven’t thought about it.”

She tried to shake her head, but it just kind of twitched as a low moan formed in her throat. Clint wanted to sleep with her, wasn’t even being all cautious, subtle or romantic about it. He was just laying it all on the table.

“I want you,” he continued, “and I intend to have you, kitten.”

Kitten. It was almost a sexual play on how he’d called her Allie-cat all those years. She’d seen Clint be aggressive with women before, but never with her. To have his attention focused on her was both titillating and a bit scary.

Her knees went weak and she closed her eyes, already seeing it in her mind. How going to bed with Clint would be. But he’s your friend. And yet she’d crossed that boundary with Kenneth at one point, why not Clint?

Clint’s mouth, soft and yet firm, pressed against hers. The moan in her throat finally escaped as his tongue slid deep inside to tease her.

Allison’s thoughts scattered as pleasure slid through her body. Heating her, making every nerve come to life. She instinctively pressed herself close to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and responding to his kiss as if it were the most natural thing to do.

The hard press of Clint’s erection against her belly sent an ache pulsing low between her legs.

He lifted his head and dazedly she saw the hard glitter of arousal in his eyes.

“Let’s go to my hotel room, Allie. You can drive me back here to my car in the morning.”

It took a second for his words to sink in, but when they did a flush stole into her cheeks. Did he seriously just expect her to waltz out of here and go to bed with him?

A thought slid through her, leaving her chilled and her stomach twisting. Or was Clint just looking at sex as distraction? As a way to keep her from talking to Kenneth while getting a little action himself?

Would Clint really be that calculating?

Swallowing the unease, Allison shook her head. Either way, she wasn’t going to jump into bed with Clint. It could only lead to trouble.

“Sorry, Clint. That’s just not a good idea.”

His lips curved into a sexy smile, before he dipped his head to nip at her bottom lip again. “You want me to drive?”

She pressed her hands against his chest to push him away. “No, I want you walk back into that party and tell Kenneth to come out here for a minute.”

Clint stilled and all traces of arousal disappeared from his eyes. A small tic started in his jaw. “Leave him alone, Allison.”

“I can’t. Not until I’ve spoken with him.”

He exhaled harshly. “I don’t think this has anything to do with him marrying Ashley, but everything to do with him not marrying you.”

What? Her mouth flapped and she shook her head. Didn’t Clint know she’d only dated Ken for a few months and it had been a terrible idea? Any relationship between them was water under the bridge.

“You’re way off base,” she muttered. Her chin lifted and she felt a totally irrational desire to push his buttons. She knew she was being ridiculous, but didn’t care. “And I’ll talk to him if I have to show up at this house tomorrow and drag his hungover ass off the couch.”

His eyes flared with a cross between amusement and aggravation. He plucked the keys from her hand and unlocked her door. “No, you won’t. And this is your last warning, Allison.” He lifted a finger in front of her face. “Contact him again and I’m done playing nice.”

She climbed into the car and glared up at him. “This was nice, Clint? Once upon time you used to be nice. But this was—”

He shut the door with a wink, cutting off her tirade.

What a jerk. Allison’s teeth snapped together as she started the engine, before pulling away from the curb.

She’d show Clint exactly what he could do with his warning.

The contest is now over! We’re announcing the winners on our blogs, but we’ll also be contacting them personally. Thanks for playing, everyone! Here are the Summer Sizzle Winners:

Winners are:

BIRDSOOONG@aol.com
robindpdx@yahoo.com
booklover0226@gmail.com
judimello@gmail.com

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Welcome to the sizzling summer contest with Sierra Dean, Crystal Jordan, JL Merrow and Shelli Stevens! Samhain Publishing is releasing four sizzling releases and we the authors of those books want to celebrate with a contest! Happy reading :D

How to enter. You must find the answers to the following questions (use hyper links above to each author’s site!) and email Shelli the answers at shelli@shellistevens.com . The prizes are certificates for $10 to either Samhain, Amazon, or Barnes and Noble. Winner gets to choose. We’ll draw four winners.

The contest starts now and ends Tuesday at 8pm PST. The winners will be posted on our blogs and notified through email.

Here are the questions:

1. In Sierra’s book The Secret Guide to Dating Monsters, what is the name of Secret’s liaison with the vampire council?

2. In Crystal’s book Make Me Believe, what’s the heroine’s nickname for the town busybody?

3. In Shelli’s book Seducing Allie, what is Clint’s nickname for Allie?

4. In JL’s book, what is Larry Morton’s job at Cambridge?

Welcome to another Snippet Saturday! Today’s theme is Unusual Settings! I’m sharing an excerpt from my July 19th release Seducing Allie (already in the top 100 romance pre-sale at Amazon–yay!) Check out my excerpt and then blog hop to others to enjoy the fun.

He’s going to show this wedding crasher just how dirty the outdoors can be.


Seattle Steam, Book 3


Allison Siegel is out to stop a wedding. With one of her best childhood friends about to marry a gold-digger, who wouldn’t at least try to stage an intervention? Apparently, her other childhood bestie, Clint.

The minute Allie grew out of her sneakers and into her curves, Clint’s hormones went ballistic. But she had eyes only for Ken, so Clint made himself scarce, even after the relationship fizzled. Now she’s back, looking better than ever–and hell-bent on sabotaging Ken’s wedding. So Clint knows he needs to do whatever it takes to head her off at the pass.

Kidnapped! Allison can’t believe it. Now she’s stuck in the Montana backwoods fending off nature’s friends, and fighting a losing battle to resist Clint–the sexiest forest ranger on the planet.
Clint has big plans for Allie. Not only will he convince a city girl that she needs to embrace her inner nature freak, but he’s going to prove there’s sparks flying in more places than just the campfire.

Warning: This book contains a city girl out of her element, a forest ranger determined to keep her there, and a campfire seduction hot enough to melt more than just marshmallows.

Pre-order from Kindle | Nook | Samhain Publishing

EXCERPT

He slowed the SUV to around twenty miles per hour, easing them gently over the small back road leading them deeper into the forest and toward the lake.

The constant bouncing of the vehicle must have jostled Allison awake, because he heard her groan and shift on the seat.

“Ouch. I have the worst crick in my neck.”

“You probably slept on it wrong.” He glanced in the rearview mirror at her.

“Yeah,” she scowled. “Because it’s so easy to sleep right in a car.”

Grouchy, was she? His mouth thinned as he focused his gaze back on the road.

She gasped. “Oh my God. Where the hell are we? There’re trees. Everywhere.”

“Welcome to Glacier National Park.”

“Why are we in a national park?” Her voice squeaked. “Are you taking me on a picnic or something?”

“No. I’m taking you camping.”

Dead silence met his calm statement. He held his breath and slunk a bit lower in the seat, anticipating another granola bar aimed at his head.

He lifted his gaze to the rearview to catch a glimpse of her reaction. Her eyes had widened to half dollar size, her mouth hung slack.

“No,” she finally choked hoarsely. “Did you miss that whole part where I said I didn’t camp?”

“It’ll be good for you.”

“Look you may be a God damn forest ranger, but I am a girl who needs a toilet that flushes.”

“Trust me, after a few days of using a pit toilet you’ll be a pro.”

The scream she let out should have broken the windows in his SUV.

“No. Oh my God, no.” She unbuckled her seatbelt and reached for the door handle.

“The child locks are on back there now,” he said. “Not like it would matter anyway. It’s a long walk back to the main road. And an even longer one to any form of civilization.”

He slowed the vehicle and turned into the campsite he’d used many times before.

“We’re here anyway.” He turned off the engine and climbed out of the SUV.

The familiar smell of clean, crisp air and earth hit him and he inhaled deeply, closing his eyes.

Montana. Every time he came back from a trip to the city he always wondered how he could ever leave it.

This was home.

He glanced in the back of the vehicle. Allison sat stock still, eyes still wide as she stared out the window.

His mouth curved into a smile. And she’d been all too eager to get out of the car just a minute ago.

Walking slowly around to her side, he pulled open the door.

“Come on out and get some fresh air.”

“The air in here is fine.”

“Trust me, it’s even better out here.” His grin widened. “Besides, I could use your help pitching a tent.”

Her head swiveled to him. “Oh no. If you want to pitch a tent, then you do it yourself. I want nothing to do with you or your tent pitching.”

He strode forward and grabbed her hand, tugging her out of his vehicle. “Think of it as an adventure.”

“It’s been an adventure since you kidnapped me yesterday morning.”

Relieved that she didn’t resist and had stepped outside, he didn’t immediately let go of her hand. She didn’t seem in any hurry to release his anyway. In fact her grip tightened as her glance darted around the campsite.

The blood moved a little faster through his veins as he breathed in the scent of her. Her perfume from yesterday was gone—washed off in the shower this morning no doubt, and with nothing but soap to replace it. But her scent, the smell of Allison was still there. And God help him, being this close to her nearly set his blood on fire. Sitting next to her at breakfast had been a trial in itself.

“It’s so…isolated,” she whispered.

“Yes. That’s why I love it.”

“And you want me to sleep in a…a tent?”

“Yes.” He squeezed her hand. “You’ve done it before, Allie.”

“When I was like eight!”

“Right. I considered the fact you might be a bit out of practice and brought the big tent and a blow-up bed.”

“Two blow-up beds.”

“One. This isn’t a negotiation, Allie. It is what it is.” He released her hand and moved to open the back of his SUV. “We should set up camp before the sun goes down.”

Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Taige Crenshaw
Delilah Devlin
Lacey Savage
Sasha White
Shelli Stevens