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Friday, September 30, 2022

MASQUE by Lexi Post on sale for only 99¢ for a limited time! #ParanormalRomance


by Lexi Post

On sale for only 99¢

Rena Mills plans to turn an abandoned abbey into a haunted bed-and-breakfast to prove she can be successful without her ex-fiancé. What she finds inside is Synn MacAllistair, the distinguished, self-proclaimed Ghost Keeper. Her dreams soon fill with sexual cravings for him. But are they dreams?

Synn, born in 1828, is determined to free the souls of the resident spirits, blaming himself for bringing the Red Death that killed them. When Rena steps into the old Pleasure Palace, he’s sure he can take her through the after-midnight Pleasure Rooms and stoke her passion to complete the Masque so the souls can cross over. Her innocent fire makes him crave more, but it’s far too late for him.

As Rena begins her erotic journey, her heart becomes more involved with every sensual caress until she discovers by completing the Masque she would lose her ghosts. Synn’s betrayal wars with her compassion for her ghostly friends. Torn, she must make a choice between her financial security and freeing seventy-three trapped souls. Either way, she could lose her Synn.

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About Lexi:

Lexi Post is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author of romance inspired by the classics. She spent years in higher education taking and teaching courses about the classical literature she loved. From Edgar Allan Poe's short story “The Masque of the Red Death” to Tolstoy’s War and Peace, she's read, studied, and taught wonderful classics.

But Lexi's first love is romance novels so she married her two first loves, romance and the classics. Whether it’s dashing dukes, hot immortals, sizzling cowboys, or hunks from out of this world, Lexi provides a sensuous experience with a “whole lotta story.”

Lexi is living her own happily ever after with her husband and her two cats in Florida. She makes her own ice cream every weekend, loves bright colors, and you’ll never see her without a hat.


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Wednesday, September 28, 2022

P.S. I Hate You by Sophie Ranald

 Abbie and Matt, high school sweetheart's, a match everyone saw coming, are now married for twenty years.

Midlife crisis, questions, and doubt about a forever love run through Abbie's mind as she contemplates the past and present.  Is there a future?  Is the love still there, or is it just a dry patch in the relationship.

Abbie ponders their past, the good and the not so good.  Time for a plan.

Unknowing to Matt, who doesn't realize what's going round Abbie's thoughts, follows her lead into recreating past sexy and teasing scenes.  Abbie's best girlfriends encourage and are sure it'll bring the love back.

Always be careful on what you recreate, though.  Sometimes secrets escapes and add to the dilemma.  Let's hope Abbie and Matt realize love is still plentiful and worth the unexpected dry spell.

An exciting reconnection of a love that finds fault, yet can still rekindle if it's true.

Happy reading,


Tuesday, September 27, 2022


Okay gang, Life with a Demented Drama Queen is now officially available for pre-order on Amazon. 

But…shhh…I’ve got a little secret for ya. 

You can follow this link and pre-order your ebook on Amazon to be delivered to you on October 17, 2022… 



You can go to Smashwords using the link below and get a presale copy delivered to you right now… 



If you enter your email address (to sign up for my mailing list) while checking out on Smashwords, you can get a 50% discount on the book, bringing the price down to $4.99. 

That’s 50% off AND you get the ebook right-freaking-NOW, ahead of the official go-live date! 

It doesn’t get any better than that, folks!  

Oh wait, yes it does...
Now enter code DQ62E and hit update cart to reduce the price in the cart even more to 


Woo Hoo

Get your copy now, before they run out! 

Oh wait...I got a little carried away...there's plenty for everyone.    

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

Love ya,



Friday, September 23, 2022


 Hey gang, how are ya’all?  I hope everyone here is doing outstanding.  I know I am!

So…my question today relates to what kind of sleeper are you?  Are you a TOSSER or a CHILLER?  In other words, do you toss and turn all night, or are you the person who lays down in bed and basically crashes where you drop.

I have friends who seem to be able to sleep anywhere, anytime, any which way. It doesn’t matter if they are in a bed, in a chair, sitting at the dining room table, on the floor, or in the car waiting at a stoplight. They sit still for two minutes, and they are out. Some snore, some don’t. Some sleep with their eyes fully closed, some even sleep with their eyes partially open—which really creeps out those of us who are awake, tossing, turning, looking around in frustration, and suddenly focused on someone snoring with half-lidded eyeballs.

Some people have an uncanny ability to lay down in bed and are immediately asleep—where they remain in REM for the entire night, in the same position, without making a peep or even having to get up to pee. I’m not kidding…I’ve seen it! How you ask, if I’m asleep? Well, that’s easy. I’m not.

I’m a TOSSER of the greatest order. I can only sleep if I’m in my bed, under extremely soft sheets and a blanket that doesn’t feel fuzzy, with at least six pillows of various heights and softness (at least 2 of which have to be real down), no TV, no radio, no lights from a digital alarm clock, in almost total darkness, in a chilly room (66 degrees is my sweet spot), with an industrial strength fan going to drown out any noises, move the air around, and provide some “white noise” to drift off to.

The bed must be soft, but with good underlying support, and a cushy four-inch memory foam mattress pad on top, covered with a thick down-like mattress pad. My bed is so tall from all the cushioning that I have to climb up into it and roll out (carefully).  It’s like a bad rerun of The Princess and the Pea!

Even then, it’s still a freakin’ crapshoot. Perhaps the air is too thin at that elevation.

Phase 1 (The Optimist)…I generally start out on my right side because that’s my preferred sleep position, but then my legs start to go to sleep from something I need to have checked out in my back. So, I fluff and reposition my pillows to redo the nest as I turn onto my left side, which is my next favorite sleep position. Still no bueno. Then I angrily reposition all the pillows again as I flip onto my back, which is my least favorite position but offers the best potential for sleep. About ten minutes of shifting my butt, legs, feet, arms, head, and shoulders may or may not result in a comfy position. If it does, chances are fair that I might fall asleep.  If not, then it’s time to level-up.

Phase 2 (The Realist)…I reposition two of my pillows so that I can turn my body to lay catty-corner across the bed, again on my right side. From this orientation, I start back from the beginning, going from the right side, to the left side, to my back, adjusting and fluffing pillows at each shift—then rinse and repeat. About the third time through Phase 2, I decide it’s time for more drastic measures.

Phase 3 (The Desperate)…Get up to pee because by now, it’s been a couple of hours and I have about a 2-hour bladder. On my way back from the bathroom, I start rummaging through the OTC drugs spread out on my bathroom vanity. Depending on how late it is or what I have going on in the morning, I may be able to opt for a Benadryl, or another Melatonin (I already took three 3-mg tabs before I went to bed), or some sinus or cold medicine, or if something hurts maybe some Ibuprofen or Acetaminophen. Phase 3 is the hard-core phase where desperation starts to set in.

Phase 4 (The Hopeless)…At this point, I’ve lost the will to live. I’ve tried every position known to man (or woman), all of the pillows have been fluffed and beaten within an inch of their lives, the blankets are crumpled in a heap, the sheets are pulling out around the edges, and almost every hand or foot is hanging off some part of the bed—some under the covers, some out—and I’m exercising every curse word I can think of…out loud. This is where I finally give up on the idea that I will ever sleep again. At this point, I settle for trying to calm my body and just resting until it’s time to get up.

Phase 5 (The Weary)…This comes about four in the morning when I finally drift off to sleep, only to wake at six to pee. Then I go back to the beginning and repeat Phase 1 and can sometimes go back to sleep until seven or eight, when I drag myself out of bed and make my way to the kitchen in search of a cup o’ Joe.

And people ask me why I drink so damn much coffee. Why? Because I have worked my ass off all night trying to get some very elusive shuteye. My level of dysfunction while uncaffeinated is legendary…and this is why.  I am the poster child for the phrase, “no rest for the weary.” Also, no surprise that I sleep alone.  LOL

So, how about you? Do you sleep so soundly and remain so still that people are tempted to hold a mirror to your nose to check for signs of life? Do you set an alarm just to turn over, so no one is tempted to bury you? Or are you the one who spends the entire night doing everything imaginable, except sleeping—making and remaking your nest, and using every square inch of your California King bed?

Well, folks, let’s all cross our fingers that Kayce finds that sweet spot quickly tonight because it’s been a thirteen-hour workday and I could use some decent shuteye. Last night was a cold medicine night, so I’m hoping for better this night. Perhaps I’ll go set up the coffee pot tonight, so I’m not so challenged in the morning.

A couple of mornings ago I was making coffee and when I picked up the coffeemaker to move it back into position, I almost threw it across the kitchen because it was unexpectedly light. Strangely, my first thought was that it had come unplugged. But surprisingly, the cord on those units isn’t as heavy as you might think. Then I poured the water into it. Works a lot better that way.

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

Love ya,


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Wednesday, September 14, 2022

Cross the Line A Boston Love Story by Julie Johnson

 A man never dates his best friend's sister.  Nate Knox knows this, follows this, yet will he ever cross the line?

Phoebe West has loved, lusted, and wished for some emotional connection to her brother's best friend since she was six years old.  She never got over it.  Two decades later, when Nate came back from Special Forces, maybe, just maybe she'll have the nerve to catch him or forget him.

Having an elite family comes with unexpected danger for Phoebe.  She's the advertising agent for her father's large construction company, which has enemies.

Nate has moved into protective services and watches who circles her.  She is clueless to why he unexpectedly appears and disappears, refusing to say more than two words or get too close to her.

Well, that ends when he needs to be around more often as the vultures are circling.  A casual bump, stares caught, and tremendous heat building up when they're near each other is stuffed down by Nate.  But Phoebe, it could be promising.  

Phoebe finds herself in a compromising position and it's a shame to progress under such circumstances, but she'll use it to her heart's advantage.  Nate has to put his talents to work to save her, and we can only hope it pushes him over the line!

Happy reading,



Friday, September 9, 2022

WOO HOO…HI!!! (See me waving wildly.)

Well, it’s been a while since I blogged here on HEAT, and I am sooo glad to be back.  I have missed you guys so much!

For those of you who don't know, I stepped away from the writing for a few years to take care of my deaf mother who was struggling with dementia during the pandemic. It was a really tough time, and mom did pass in October of 2021. But I have it on good authority that she’s now having an absolute ball bossing my brother around, organizing skits and plays in Heaven, and beating all her old buddies at Texas Hold ‘Em.

 As that chapter of our lives closes, it is now time for mom and I both to move forward and kick up some dirt in the next phase of our existence. So, that said, I’m back on my feet and back in the writing saddle—stronger, healthier, and ready to rock and roll…or country swing, as the case may be.

Which means I have a new book coming out. This one is a bit of a departure from my normal romantic comedies, in that it is a nonfiction book about my time with Mom...a love story of a different type, if you will. It’s written in the same snarky tone as my fiction novels, while dealing with the weightier subject matter of caring for a dramatic deaf woman with dementia…and trust me, she was a drama queen! 

Between the heavy subject matter and my smart-ass way of retaining my sanity in the midst of a whirlpool of chaos, it becomes a bit of a roller-coaster ride that I hope you will share with me when it comes out in October. I will be announcing the release date and a pre-order sometime in the next week…watch for it here and on my Facebook page!

I also want to give you just a little peek at something that’s new at my home since we last chatted. There is a new cat in my house—Oliver. (Although he thinks his name is…“Dammit, Oliver!”)

He’s an orange tabby who swings from sweet-and-cuddly-cherub to demon-child-spawn-from-hell…hence, the appended name. My grandson and I were standing in the driveway chatting one day when this little orange fur-ball (about six weeks old) came running out of nowhere, screaming at the top of his lungs with his tail stuck straight up in the air as he ran back and forth between us—as if we couldn’t see or hear him and he was beating through a block wall from another dimension to get our attention. 

I snatched him up on one of his hysterical passes by me and he immediately went into frantic air-biscuit-making mode as he continued to scream for help. Our hearts were immediately hooked, and it took about fifteen seconds for us to realize he was now a part of the family.

Had I known at the time that this brazen, loud, pushy little guy would grow into such an energetic, tenacious devil-cat, I might have thought twice. 

Oh, who am I kidding? He was freaking adorable and tiny and brave as hell—and hungry. A guy that determined to survive deserves a home with three hots and a cot. There was no turning him away.

But now he’s grown into Dammit, Oliver! And as I write this blog, I’m sitting cross-legged in my big old recliner with my computer in my lap. Dammit, Oliver! has also wedged himself into my lap, beneath my computer, and is working hard to snag my wrists by reaching through and swiping at me from under the front of my computer as his tail jerks and waves over the top of the computer from the back.


Talk about a writer’s block!

Well, folks, that’s a bit of an update from the Kayce Lassiter camp. I’m tickled as hell to be back. Looking forward to hanging with ya’all again and sharing our books and our journeys as we pull on our big girl boots with the pointy toes and kick down the doors to new chapters in our lives.  Be sure to sign up for my new mailing list below, and climb on board in the shotgun seat!  Hugs to everyone and wishes for a Fabulous Friday. Hmmm…that has a nice ring to it.  😊  (I’ll have to see what I can do with that.)

So…that’s my story, catty and crazy, and I’m stickin’ to it.  Hang on tight now ‘cuz we’re gonna go real, real fast!

Love ya,



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Wednesday, September 7, 2022

A Breakthrough!



        Hello, gentle readers! Hope you are well and staying safe! 
        I’ve done it! I’ve had a breakthrough on my current work in progress (well, at least I think I did). You know when you’re writing along and it’s just NOT working and you can’t figure out why? 
        It seems I always run into problems during the “sagging middle”, that part of the story where you’ve set the stage, so to speak, but you’re not quite to the point where you can begin that downward spiral toward the end of the book. This is the point where I usually ask myself why I’m writing this story (and no, I am not kind to myself. The phrases “this is boring” or “this stinks” can usually be heard by my poor DH and the dogs. There are other phrases uttered, but I can’t use those words in this post).  
        So, I took a few days of PTO around Labor Day, bound and determined to figure out why Wife Wanted is not going the way I want it to (I also made a big batch of spaghetti sauce, but that’s a different story). Anyway, I read the thing from beginning to where I started running into trouble and I found it. Oh my gosh! The answer was so simple, too (yes, truly a head slap moment)! 
        And now that I’ve found it, I know what I need to do to fix it, which I’ve started to do. Wish me luck that what I found was truly the problem and it’s not something else lurking in this manuscript! 

    Until next time, remember to spread kindness wherever you go.