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Sunday, February 19, 2017

Researching Reality for POISONED HONOR (Broken Valor #2) by Lexi Post


When I started working on Poisoned Honor (Broken Valor #2), I was excited. My husband is a Public Affairs Officer for the Coast Guard Auxiliary, he produces the AUXAIR newsletter for this district, and we have many friends from past and present Coast Guard Stations. I figured all my research would be at my fingers tips.

Boy, was I wrong!

I've read not only Coast Guard Manuals, helicopter specs and training requirements, but also harrowing real accounts of when the Coast Guard was called upon to save lives. Every bit of it has been educational, some of it fascinating and some of it heart-breaking like the story of the El Faro, a 790 foot freighter that sunk during a hurricane taking with it all 33 on board. My admiration and respect for the Coast Guard has grown tenfold.

But that research was just for my hero, Tyler Adams, a twenty-eight year-old rescue swimmer. When it came to my heroine, twenty-eight year-old psychologist Dr. Meghan Haskell, I needed to do more research. Luckily, my very good friend Deb, who is in that profession, was able to help me immensely and kept my characters from doing something illegal. With a safety-first, by-the-book hero and a very professional, ethical heroine, there was no way they would engage in illegal activity.

I'm putting the finishing touches on the story now. I can't wait for the release day on March 7th. However, I am looking forward to working a lot more on Eden Revealed (Eden Series #4). Since that book takes place on the planet Eden and since it is a world I invented, I get to make all the rules. It's one of the perks of writing different sub-genres of romance ;-)

Well, I better get back to writing, so you can enjoy reading my stories.

Always, Lexi

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

I'll Kill Her For You by Steve Richer

Seriously fun to read a suspense novel with romance created by a man’s vision.  The romance is matter-of-fact and to the point.  I always enjoy a variety of styles and this works for me.

Lawson Winslow is blamed for a murder and the charges keep mounting wherever he finds himself, whether it is additional murders or misdemeanors.I'll Kill Her for You

Lawson’s parents have a lot of money and a lot of power.  He needs to use it to get a bodyguard.  She, Bailey Holloway, isn’t what he expected, but if her long legs and beautiful everything can keep him safe and find the facts it’ll work.

Bailey hates the rich and obnoxious, but needs the work.  Working so close to Lawson might change her mind on who the murderer is and what kind of man Lawson could be in her world.

They both have to stay alive and sort through Lawson’s contacts to find out if there is a mutual interest and any chance of a romance because as soon as they figure out one fact another scene explodes.

Keep the faith for this tilt-a-whirl through New York.

Happy reading,


Monday, February 13, 2017

Love in February!

February is cold and currently damp (in Wisconsin). I often wonder why St Valentine couldn't pick a better season for his holiday. I joke. Sort of. But then I remember this is the weather to stay in and snuggle. It's for dinner and wine by the fire. Or, if you're like me, dinner and Mike's Hard Lemonade by the Netflix fire.

For me, Valentine's Day creeps up way too fast. First it's Christmas, then New Year's. I finally get back into a routine and wham! It's February. My poor husband and son get stuck with store leftovers. Not that they mind too much when we always plan a last-minute outing for the weekend after. And isn't that what it's all about? Spending time with the ones you love?

What are your plans for Valentine's Day? I'm looking for inspiration.

So, until the world and beer turns green for St Patrick's day, I wish you love and happiness.

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Sunday, February 12, 2017

Tina Donahue's FIRST COMES DESIRE and a $120 Gift Card!

A hunted pirate captain. A reverend's daughter determined to bring him down.

On a lush, secluded island, one passionate adventure leads to another….

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A hunted pirate captain. A reverend's daughter determined to bring him down.

On a lush, secluded island, one passionate adventure leads to another….

Diana Fletcher means business. The beautiful, innocent, reverend’s daughter has traveled all the way to a tropical island off Madagascar on a mission: To find her brother—and to punish the man who drove him to a life of piracy. But when she comes face to face with the enemy in question, the handsome, powerfully seductive man is not at all what Diana expected…

Tristan Kent never intended to harm Diana’s brother. A man of humble origins, Tristan claims he tried to save him from another ruthless captain. Diana is desperate to believe he is telling the truth…and that the intoxicating desire that escalates between them is true as well. But can she trust him? Or is Tristan’s story—and his heart—nothing more than fool’s gold? Amid the haze of sensual delights and soaring ecstasy Tristan has in store for her, all will be revealed…


Women hadn’t been born to yield. Women could yield. They might even enjoy doing so, but only with the right man. One they desired. First came desire. Respect and love followed.

She could only deliver her heart to a man like that.

Even if Tristan wasn’t facing the gallows, he wasn’t the one she needed. His skin was warm against hers but what of it. He was handsome as the devil, yet there was the rub, because he was also brutal, violent, taking what he wanted. His mouth on hers was something she refused to consider, though she could hardly forget how he’d spoken calmly when she’d railed. She insulted and he smiled. He claimed she wanted the same as him. Diana did not. She wanted to be home. She needed to be free.

Her eyes flew open. A sound or voice had awakened her. Reclined on her side, she faced away from the door. An oil lamp had gone out, telling her she’d slept far too long, recklessly too.

Oh my God. Peter.

Diana rolled onto her back but didn’t check his mattress, knowing he wasn’t there or in the cabin.

Tristan was. His long legs, muscular calves, and thighs blocked her view of the door. He’d placed his precious book on the table. The volume was safe. She was not.

Before she could push to a sitting position or think to fight, he straddled her, his hands circling her wrists, holding her arms to each side. His touch didn’t harm, at least not yet.

Her heart pounded.

He offered a smile.

How dare he be so smug. “Release me at once.”

He tightened his grip slightly and studied her mouth, then her eyes. “Violet.” Awe flooded his face. “I wondered about your eye color but never expected this.”

She pushed and writhed but did no good against his strength. Breathless, she stopped. “What have you done with Peter?”

Tristan stared at her eyes. “Amazing color, quite beautiful. Fits your dark hair and pale skin perfectly.”

She rammed her thighs into him.

He held her more firmly. “Stop that.”

“Not until you tell me what you’ve done with my brother.” She slammed into him.

He scooted down and trapped her legs. “Peter’s on the main deck with the other men.”

“He’s a child and proved it by helping you escape.”

“This wasn’t his doing, and you’ve no reason to fear for his safety. I have James, my quartermaster, looking after him.”

“A bloody pirate, you mean. The same as you. Perhaps even worse than you.”

“No. James is a good man.” A haunted look touched Tristan’s features before he shook off whatever had troubled him and became casual. “He saved my life. He’ll take great care to watch your brother.”

She wanted to retort but couldn’t reconcile her indignation with Tristan’s previous anguish and the mean scratches she’d left on his cheek. Dried blood had gone black, the surrounding skin swollen and red. “What do you mean he saved your life?”

“Just that, ask no more for I’ll give you no other answer.”

“The only thing I want from you is my freedom.”

He stroked her wrists. “You want the same as me.”

She pushed against him, straining with the effort.

He tightened his grip, proving she wasn’t a match for his strength. If he chose to take her now, she’d have no choice except to allow him what he willed.

She didn’t beg. Wouldn’t. Not to him or any man, including Bishop. They could conquer her body but not her spirit, never her heart. Reconciled to her fate, she grew limp as she could, pulse racing. “Take what you’ve come for and be quick about it.”

“I shan’t be quick, Diana. With you, I’ll never be quick.”

Heat stung her face and throat. “You won’t be the last, either.”

His gray eyes darkened as storm clouds do, danger building in them. “What do you mean?”

“When you’re finished with me, I go to the man to whom I truly belong. Nothing will change that no matter how long you intend to take raping me.”

Despite her harsh words, he didn’t flinch or frown.

“Who is this man with whom you’d willingly lie?”

“Willingly?” She laughed. “You believe I’ve chosen him any more than I’ve chosen you? The fact is you’ve driven me to him.”

“What do you mean? Who is he? Tell me.”

She turned her face away.

Tristan brushed his lips over her cheek and buried his face in her hair.

Her scalp tingled. She could scarcely draw enough air to speak. “I said, be quick about it.”

He took his time, his lips soft and warm against her temple and ear, breath heated and sweet.

She tensed even more, determined to resist.

“Why do you fight me when you want this as much as I do?” He kissed her jaw.

Pleasure rushed through her, delight making her come alive as she never had, the feelings new, troubling, far too exciting. Her lids slid down.

“Tell me who the man is.”

Tristan’s scent surrounded her, surprisingly clean, tinged with musk.

“Tell me, Diana.”


He suckled her neck.

She trembled, an unfamiliar ache building between her legs, tension mounting within her. Flustered, she fought his hold and failed, growing weak from his imposing size. However, she refused to surrender, wanting him to know what he’d done to her. “He’s a wealthy merchant who agreed to help me find Peter if I promised to become his mistress, which I shall.”

“Never.” His breath skipped over her skin. “No one will have you but me.”

She fumed, her previous weakness gone. “You’ll take me. You’ll never have me.”

“Nor will the wealthy merchant. He owns this ship? Is his name Benedict Bishop?”

Tristan kept surprising her, giving her no defense. She pushed against him.

He eased back. “Is that the merchant’s name?”

“Yes. He’s the man to whom I belong.”

“Not any longer.”

About Tina:

Tina is an Amazon and international bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for traditional publishers and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic novels were Readers' Choice Award winners. Another three were named finalists in the EPIC competition. One of her erotic contemporary romances was chosen Book of the Year at the French review site Blue Moon reviews. The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for one of her erotic romances. Two of her titles received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition. Another two won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, she worked at a major Hollywood production company in Story Direction.

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Friday, February 10, 2017

One Girl's Ice Pick Moment is Another Girl's Fantasy!

Okay, we just finished working the Chocolate Affaire last weekend and, as usual, we had a ball.  Many of you stopped by to say Hi and pick up our latest books, and we sooo appreciate it!  Huge thanks to everyone who came by this weekend.

Now Thursday has arrived and (shocker) I'm without a blog topic for tomorrow...and since I'm frantically querying agents, my brain is high-centered when it comes to thinking up a topic...all I can see is the list of agents and their do's and don'ts.  LOL  Since I already blogged about nothing a few weeks ago, I'm pretty sure my friend Patti won't let me get away with that again.  So I went out and slogged through my file of older blogs to see if there was anything you might find fun...and there was...a Chocolate Affaire story!  So...forgive that this is a retread from another blog back in's still a great story that I think you will find enjoyable.

It was February-2008, and Saturday night at The Glendale Chocolate Affaire when we had what my peeps refer to as an “ice pick moment”.  That's one of those spaces in time where something “icky” happens that is so vivid in your mind that you’re sure it’s going to take an ice pick to remove the memory.

At the time, our esteemed ringmaster extraordinaire, Kayla Janz, had her teenage daughter along for the weekend – a beautiful young lady who is just a treasure. The Kid spent the weekend pretty much joined at the hip to one author after another. She ran the register, bagged books, climbed ladders, stood on tables to hang lights, fetched drinks (non-alcoholic, of course), and ran many and miscellaneous errands…without a single complaint.

What a kid!

Anyway, the funny moment I wanted to share with ya had to do with The Kid and our hunky cover model, C. J. Hollenbach, who had spent the entire day in a pirate’s costume for the sheer enjoyment of all of the female fans. As it began to get late, he took a quick stroll over to the office and grabbed his clothes so they wouldn’t accidentally get locked up for the night, forcing him to hail a cab for the airport in  pirate garb. Upon returning to the tent where we were set up, C. J. continued to sign autographs and have his picture taken with one adoring woman after another.

As we neared the end of our stint on Saturday night, it was getting late and it was cold…and we were all dead tired. The crowd had thinned out and we were starting to pack up the books and fold up the tent, so to speak. As several of us hovered near one of the back corners of the tent, packing up the cash register, we heard a muffled squeal from behind us. Turning toward the sound, we found The Kid standing board straight with her eyes huge and round and her hand covering her mouth. Kayla asked what was wrong.

The Kid scurried forward into our midst and squeaked out, “CJ’s changing his clothes behind the tent. Oh my God, he’s putting his pants on!”

What? A man in his underwear? What to do?

Well, our buddy Isabella, true to form, gave a throaty chuckle and nonchalantly waved her hand at The Kid. “Oh, Honey,” she said, “don’t worry about that. By the time you’re our age, it’ll mean nothing to you. It’s just a guy putting on his pants.”

The rest of us stared at Isabella like she’d lost her mind.  Just a guy putting his pants on?  Did she forget the HOT part?

Tina, craning her neck around the corner of the tent, said, “Are you kidding me? Hell, I’m looking!”

At which point, we realized we were all craning our necks to peek around the corner of the tent...much to the horror of The Kid.

Just goes to show you one girl’s ice pick moment is another girl’s fantasy.

The bottom line is that the kid recovered, the old broads got an eyeful, and C.J. gained a whole host of new fans.  All’s well that ends well...and, by the way, The Kid is married to a hunk of a guy today and has kids of her maybe one day she will hear her daughter exclaim, “Oh my God, he’s putting his pants on!”  And she too will smile as she remembers Saturday night at the Glendale Chocolate Affaire of 2008.

Be sure to check out C.J. Hollenbach's Facebook Page and get your own eye full.  LOL

That’s my story, sexy and sensational, and I’m stickin’ to it. Hang on tight now, ‘cuz we’re gonna go real, real fast!

Love ya,


Thursday, February 9, 2017

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Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Glendale Chocolate Affaire 2017

                  Hello! It’s early Monday morning here in beautiful Arizona, but by the time you read this, it will be Wednesday. Wait! I know what you’re thinking. It’s Monday. Why is she writing on Monday? She usually writes her posts on Sunday.
         Let me explain.
         It’s been an incredibly busy weekend so…my schedule has been amended, my routine (yes, my precious, all important routine) has been *gasp* altered! For those of you who know me and read this blog often, you know that this is HUGE! I live by my routines (so I don’t forget anything). It’s really the only way I can get everything done.
         So what had me so busy this weekend that my routine was adjusted?
         Well, I finished my first round edits on A Kiss in the Morning Mist and sent them to my editor. Whoooo-hooo!
         Spent some time with friends and family, which is always important. I do that whenever I can (and the heck with the routine). Watched the Superbowl. I am not, as you know, a football fan, but I will watch the Superbowl…for the commercials and the company.
         Slept in! I know! That’s huge, too! I’m usually up before the sun, even on weekends (and of course, this put me off schedule big time…my first load of laundry is usually in the washing machine by 6:30 at the latest…obviously, I needed some serious shut-eye) but the biggest thing is that once again, I was privileged to sign my books at the Glendale Chocolate Affaire. This is a huge event here in the valley of the sun and I love it. What can be better than chocolate, good music and face-painting for the kids?
Well, romance, of course. And Science Fiction. And Paranormal. And Mysteries, cozy and otherwise. We have it all (as well as the fantastic authors who write them!). 
The most amazing part?  Meeting the wonderful people who drop by to talk with us….readers and non-readers alike. It’s always such a joy to visit with old friends and make new ones, too.
And that’s all for me….the day job is calling my name and I need to get ready (I’m almost back on schedule!).

As always, happy reading!