Tina Donahue's COME AND GET YOUR LOVE and a Giveaway!

Come and Get Your Love

By Tina Donahue

Blurb:

Their desire wasn’t supposed to be real…

With millions willed to her in an incentive trust, Lissa can get the dough to start her own country music label when she meets one of the no-contest clauses. Namely, reach middle age in twenty years, work in the hated family business for a decade, or marry someone not in the music biz.

Marriage it is, at least for a year to satisfy her greedy brother who wants the inheritance.

Enter Cass, a hot Texas rancher who dampens Lissa’s panties. With a pile of medical bills from his brother’s accident, Cass agrees to wed Lissa. She’s sweet to look at, surprisingly pleasant for an Atlanta debutante, and makes his jeans feel tight as hell despite their no-sex contract.

Uh-huh. The devil’s in the details. Longing gazes turn to tender intimacy and wild nights with pretend feeling all too real.

Damn shame it may be too late with her brother gunning for them both.

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 Excerpt from Come and Get Your Love

Cass had expected to be somewhat jittery today, but his anger with Willy was still fresh enough to have calmed his nerves, though not his thoughts. As the Wedding March swept through the gigantic space, Cass wondered if Willy would say or do something to hurt Lissa.

I’ll pound you into the ground if you try.

It’d be more entertainment for the six hundred or so guests.

They oohed, then ahhed at the ringbearer who tripped, the flower girl who wet her panties halfway down the aisle, and a dozen bridesmaids dressed in filmy lavender gowns who grinned as if their lives depended on it. So much for having a small affair. Marvella and the rest of the bridesmaids had walked slowly, each of them taking Cass in as if he were on the auction block. Some of them eyed him so much they made this the longest damn wedding he’d ever suffered through.

Patty must have thought the same. She hung on to one of the chairs while her gaze whizzed around the room decorated with more flowers than a Texas politician’s funeral.

Cass would have given a few years of his life for some fresh air and a faster pace to these proceedings. After what seemed like hours, it was time for the main event. A hush fell over the guests as Willy stepped into view. Cass glared at the man, warning him to be nice or risk death.

Curling his upper lip, Willy held out his arm for Lissa.

A moment passed, then another, and still more with her nowhere in sight. She couldn’t have changed her—

No, wait. There she was.

Cass lost every bit of air in his lungs. Dear Lord, her hair was beyond glorious, curling this way and that, free and loose just as he’d wanted. Thank you, sweetheart.

He couldn’t look at her dress enough. White as a cloud, it sparkled each time she breathed.

Although Lissa’s veil hung over her face, he could see that her gaze was down as Willy delivered her to his side…for safekeeping and a lifetime of what should have been love. Cass took her hand gently in his, surprised at how icy her fingers were.

Lissa lifted her face.

At that moment, Cass knew he wanted her completely, mindlessly, passionately; hell, he might even be falling in love. This was a woman he ached to share time with—all the good, even the bad—didn’t matter.

Her expression softened; it yearned as much as his.

Cass smiled.

Uncertainty, then something he couldn’t read passed over her face. She turned away.

His stomach fell. He wanted to ask what had just happened, what the problem might be, besides this nutty wedding. He needed to know if she’d ever want him as her real husband or even for a couple dates, but couldn’t get into that now. The minister had already started.

His words sounded cold, no different from the contract Cass and Lissa had signed. How careful they’d been, spelling everything out, except what they should do about a wayward heart.

Cass’ beat out of control, yet he said his vows in a surprisingly strong voice and then eased his mother’s ring onto Lissa’s finger, warming her hand with his own.

When it was her turn, she claimed that she’d love him for all time, then slipped a gold band onto his finger. A warning to the world that he belonged to her now.

As crazy as it was, Cass suddenly wanted that.

The ceremony continued, for days it seemed. He felt as if he’d been doing this all of his life. Finally though, the minister shut up for a few seconds, broke into a broad smile, and said, “You may now kiss your bride.”

What remarkable words those were, filled with such beauty and promise. With great care, as if he was exposing Lissa’s soul, Cass eased the veil from her face.

He saw her flash of desire, followed by more uncertainty, maybe fear. Why? He’d never hurt her.

Cass cupped her beautiful face in his hands. His work-roughened thumbs stroked her velvety cheeks as he lowered his mouth to hers. This time, he kissed Lissa with tenderness, respect, and patience.

She was his wife and deserved the best.

About Tina:

I’m an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Kensington, Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Siren Publishing, Booktrope, Luminosity, and indie. Yay! Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised my work, and trust me, I’m forever grateful for that. I’ve had my books reach finals in the EPIC competition, one title was named Book of the Year at a review site, and others have won awards in RWA-sponsored contests. I’m actually featured in the 2012 Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Talk about feeling like a freaking star. Before my writing career, I was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company. Outside of being an admitted and unrepentant chocoholic, I’ve flown a single-engine plane (scary stuff), rewired an old house using an electricity for dummies book, and have been known to moan like Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally whenever I’m eating anything Mexican or Italian. Yeah, I like to eat (burp).

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Here are some blurbs to tell you what you can find in this boxed set and at the end I have posted an excerpt from my story, Loons of a Feather.  Enjoy!  And don't forget to get your copy...baby needs new shoes.  LOL  Just sayin...

Blurbs for Romance Box Set

USA Today, bestselling, and award winning authors share their favorite romances in this boxed set that includes suspense, paranormal, science fiction, contemporary, and historical stories of pure romance.

aHunter4Rescue - Cynthia Clement

A unit of elite alien warriors, known as Hunters, crash lands on earth.  Fiona witnesses the collision and helps the wounded.  Their leader, Ardal, is torn between getting his men to safety and protecting Fiona, the woman he has bonded with.

Dreaming of Him - Wendy Ely

Loneliness has clouded Amber Addaire's life for a while. It's only when she starts dreaming of a familiar man that she begins to feel better. Trace is a spirit stuck on earth long enough to let his childhood friend know how much she meant to him before he died. He can only communicate with her through her dreams and hopes she will realize who he is soon.

Studs and Stilettos - Bev Pettersen

An aspiring actress struggles to prove her worth on a Kentucky movie set shadowed by the mysterious disappearance of a groom twenty years ago. However, her hopes for redemption are threatened by a sexy horse trainer…and a stone-cold killer.

Protecting Katie – H. D. Thomson

Morgan Stone will do anything to keep his daughter, Katie. But would he steal? Lie? Cheat? Most definitely. Caught in the middle of a battle between two men, Kristin doesn’t know whom to trust. She finds herself falling for Morgan, her fiancé’s enemy. But when it comes to loving Kristen, will Morgan be willing to give up everything, even Katie?

More Than Cookies - Christine DePetrillo

Caterer Sage Stannard is sick of watching everyone else get served a happily ever after. When will it be her turn? Chainsaw artist Orion Finley is itching to carve a new life for himself with his daughter. How can he get custody back from his ruthless ex-wife? When Sage and Orion meet over a bloody couch, will they need more than cookies to sweeten each other and make their dreams come true?

Elusive Justice – K. T. Roberts

Book Two of the Gerard-Kensington Series. Two detectives, two cases…seemingly unrelated until a baffling discovery entwines them forever.

Poetic Justice - Alicia Rasley

A renegade rare-books dealer and an heiress embark on a sham betrothal for a lofty literary aim–to prove Shakespeare really was Shakespeare. It would be the greatest acquisition of his checkered career–a play in Shakespeare's own hand. But between John and his prize is an obsessed villain. The heiress can lead him to his goal, but only if he'll risk his life, his freedom, and his loner's heart.

The Mating Moon - Buffy Christopher

Ivy knows that as a female Were-tiger, finding a mate is supposed to be her top priority. But when you can't control your animal side why does that matter? Add being traumatized by a recent violent attack from her past she feels like she can't win! How can she control her tiger during the full moon when she’s more concerned about being killed?

Immortal Heat - Loni Lynne

Book One in The Guardians of Dacia Series. Some legends are better left to folklore. Marilyn Reddlin refuses to take heed of a stranger’s warnings to leave Romania. Draylon Conier must save her from herself and the legend before they both succumb to Immortal Heat.

Loons of a Feather - Kayce Lassiter

Book One in The Delta Jane Series. One woman, two men, an inept fairy godfather in pink cowboy boots, a redneck fairy godmother on a Harley with lips tattooed on her ass, and a love-match in the making. What the hell can go wrong with that?

EXCERPT FROM:  Loons of a Feather

Suddenly, there was a sound that started as a high-pitched squeal and escalated into a keening noise Shannon could feel through the fillings in her teeth.  She scrunched her shoulders and looked around to find the source of the horrible piercing scream.

“What the hell is that?”  Michael’s face was pinched as he reached to cover his ears.

Running toward the charred convertible was a tiny old woman with hair dye and tin foil strips in her hair.  With a towel draped around her shoulders and a plastic cape flapping in her wake, the woman looked like a caricature of some weird superhero making a break from the rest home.  A fireman tried to intercept her before she could reach the car and she bashed him with the huge silver patent leather purse she swung with her right hand.

“Lady, stop!”  The fireman was shouting orders.  “You can’t go over there.”

“The hell I can’t,” shrieked the old woman in a voice that made Shannon want to stab a fork in her ears, “that’s my car!”

The fireman had his hands full trying to restrain the little old woman.  She was small, but wiry…and pissed. 

Waving her arms in the air and screaming, she continued to swing her purse at the fireman as she dodged and feinted in an effort to get around him.  “Get out of my way, asshole!  My Pookie was in that car.  I have to save him.”

Shannon’s throat slammed shut.  “OhmiGod.  Someone was in the car.  OhmiGod.”

Just as she started to dart toward the woman, Michael lunged for her and wrapped his arms around her again.  “No, Shannon.  Stay here.  If there’s anyone in that car, the firemen will sort it out.  You’ll only make it worse.”

The panic seized Shannon completely.  “Michael, what if someone’s dead?  OhmiGod, I have to help!”  She struggled to get free of Michael’s embrace, but he had her arms pinned at her side and it was like being tied up with iron bands.  The harder she struggled, the tighter he held on.  Finally, when Michael lifted her off her feet, she quit struggling and collapsed with her head on his chest.

“OhmiGod, someone was in the car.” 

Michael didn’t say a word.  He just held her tight to his chest and watched the scene unfolding before them.

Firemen were suddenly on the run from everywhere.  They converged on all sides of the car as two deputies moved in to assist with restraining the old woman in the black plastic cape.  She screamed and continued to swing her purse like a limp baseball bat as she cursed at the men. 

“You stupid idiots!  Get out of my way or I’ll have my attorneys make sure you never work again.  Do you have any idea who you’re messing with?  I could buy your sorry asses with my pocket change.  Now get the hell out of my way!” 

Firemen ducked as the purse made another arc over their heads.  The men gave up trying to catch the woman and, instead, just formed a barrier between her and the car.

She lunged again and clobbered one of the deputies in the side of the head with her purse.  The momentum of the swinging purse pulled her off balance and caused her to stumble into the fireman, who took advantage of the opportunity to pin the woman’s free hand behind her while the unscathed officer hooked the weapon by one strap and pulled her other hand behind her.  A split second later, the huge silver purse fell to the ground with a loud thunk as the woman continued to struggle against the handcuffs that now encircled her wrists.

“You Damn Nazis!”  The old woman screamed.  The tin foil strips in her hair flopped and waved like TV antennas in a tornado as she squirmed and kicked at the men with her pointy-toed silver slippers.  “I’m gonna have your asses for dinner.  You just wait until I get hold of my lawyers.  You’re all going to regret the day you ever laid a hand on Harriet Baxter!”

“Holy shit.”  Michael’s chuckle rumbled through Shannon as he held her to his chest.  “That’s old lady Baxter.  Someone’s ass is fried.”

The name sounded familiar, but Shannon’s brain was so scrambled at the moment, she couldn’t place it.  “Who is she?”

Michael chuckled again.  “Only the biggest ball-buster in town.  Her dead husband used to own half the town.  He died and she sold off all his farm land, but kept the mansion and the IOU’s he held from every politician in Hawkins Flat and half of Phoenix.  Whoever caused that fire is in deep shit.”

At the reminder of the fire, Shannon shifted her attention back to the firemen surrounding the car as one of the men backed away from the car with something dangling from his gloved hand.  It was about the same size as the old woman’s purse and totally black.  Steam and smoke rose off of it as the black soupy liquid covering everything dripped from the bottom. 

Shannon stared.  “What is it?”  Her heart thrashed in her chest as her brain scrambled to make sense of the odd shape.  “Oh, God, it’s not a baby is it?” 

“No.  I don’t think it’s human.”  She could feel Michael’s heart pounding in his chest as it matched the beat of her own.  “I think it’s some kind of…small dog…or maybe a large cat.”

Relief turned Shannon’s limbs to jelly as her brain reminded her it was still a living being.  But it wasn’t human and that made her almost giddy.  “Oh, Thank God!  At least it’s not a baby.” 

Shannon was frozen in place, transfixed by the scene unfolding before her.  The fireman set the charred lump on the concrete and stepped back to get a good look.  The old woman in the handcuffs ceased to scream and curse at the officers as she stared at the blackened thing on the sidewalk as if she thought it might come back to life.  The charred lump smoked and oozed liquid like something out of a late night horror flick.  Michael’s heart continued to beat in time to hers.  The surreal silence was penetrated only by the sound of the fire retardant liquid dripping off the vehicles.

As Shannon stared at the burned statue, her brain finally registered a clear image of what it was.  A cat.  A very large cat.  Its eyes were open wide and its teeth were bared in a snarl.  It was crouched as if stalking something and one front foot was poised to rip it to shreds if caught.  Other than being covered in soot and goo, with badly singed hair, it looked oddly lifelike…as if it might snarl and leap away at any moment, eyes gleaming like some demon unleashed from the pits of hell.

“Oh, God.  How awful.  The poor thing must have suffered horribly.”  Shannon’s gut clenched as she thought about the poor cat’s final moments as it burned alive.  The pain was written all over its dead face.  It was her fault.  She killed this poor cat.  The tears welled up in her eyes and she couldn’t tear her eyes from the grizzly death mask.

The spell was broken when one of the firemen coughed and turned away from the grizzly scene, his shoulders shaking.  At first, Shannon thought he might be sobbing, but soon realized he was laughing. 

How dare he laugh! 

The other firemen also turned away and their body language telegraphed they, too, were struggling to control inappropriate laughter.

Shannon was horrified. 

How can they laugh at a time like this?  I murdered a cat and those heartless bastards are laughing.

Before she could open her mouth to scream at them for their calloused behavior, she heard Michael choke back laughter too.  Turning on him, the anger exploded in her gut as she punched him in the shoulder.

“What the hell are you laughing at?  The cat is dead.  That poor old woman lost what was probably her best friend and can’t you see how horribly he died?  Look at the expression on his face…the pain must have been excruciating.”

Michael sputtered in an effort to control his laughter.  “Uh…Shannon…I’d say that cat didn’t feel a thing.”  After a moment, he added, “Unless he was still live when she had his little feet nailed to the board.”

She stared at him, unclear what he meant, and still angry over his unfeeling remarks.  Then what he said partially registered. 

“What?  What are you talking about?”

“Look at it, Shannon.  It’s mounted on a board.  That’s the famous Pookie…the Maine Coon cat that’s in every photo old lady Baxter ever had taken.  Don’t you recognize who the old woman is now?”

Shannon stared at the burned cat and then back at the woman who had begun to fight and shout obscenities and threats again.

“OhmiGod.  Yes.  I know who you’re talking about now.”  She glanced back at the smoking cat.  “You mean that horrible thing is the gorgeous orange and white cat she always made such a big deal out of.  I thought it was dead.  Didn’t that cat die a couple of months ago?”

Michael nodded.  “Yes, and my guess is the old bat had it stuffed and mounted.”

“Eeeewwww.  Gross.”

“And kind of funny when you look at it now.” 

“And she’s carrying it around in her car?”

Another chuckled rumbled through Michael’s chest.  “What kind of nut stuffs a pet, anyway?”

“A rich one.”  Shannon suddenly realized how much trouble she was in.  Not only had she trashed half the town, but she’d fried a filthy rich woman’s stuffed pet cat…a filthy rich woman who was noted for being the biggest bitch in Hawkins Flat and had a dozen attorneys on retainer twenty-four-seven.  She was toasted—just as toasted as poor, stuffed Pookie.



That's my story, sooty and smoking, and I'm stickin' to it!  Hold on tight now 'cuz we're gonna go real, real fast.

Love ya,

Kayce

Time Flies

          So, it’s Monday morning (5:32 to be exact) and I should be working on Book Two of my current project but I have once again procrastinated. I normally find my topic and write my blog on Sundays (generally after I’ve completed my Sunday chores and gone grocery shopping…you know, that routine thing that I live by….but I digress).

I did not do that yesterday. I’ve been editing/making corrections on Book One (the one I just finished and recently received back from beta read) and also critiqued a partner’s work amid a bunch of other things (like time out for a much loved movie on one of the cable channels…..anyone remember The Big Chill? Loved the music in that…but once again, I digress) so….I am behind. And don’t have a topic. Fortunately for me, because I’m usually such an organized person, I have a list of topics I keep…random thoughts and ideas I jot down when they come to me for future reference. Like now. (I know you’re all surprised by this). 

Anyway, I’m in my computer folder, looking for a topic when I realize, I’ve been participating on Happily Ever After Thoughts since December 2010. For some reason, that just amazed me, although why it should amaze me, I don’t know. Maybe because time just flies, especially when you’re doing something that you love to do. One moment, you’re fourteen and scoping out your first romance and dreaming of that kiss (you know the one I’m talking about), the next, you’re a middle aged woman, not only scoping out your next romance, but writing them as well. And participating on blogs!

So yeah, time flies….and look at that….I’ve just finished this post!

As always, happy reading! 

Marie  

Cowboy's Match to release August 4th

Cowboy's Match is at the publisher's! Yay! I can't wait for it to release on August 4th in the 12 ALARM COWBOYS box set! Pre-order links are available. Just sayin' 

Cowboy's Match is the second in the Poker Flat series that started with Cowboys Never Fold, Wade and Kendra's story. This one focuses on Lacey and the man who originally broke her heart, Cole Hatcher, a cowboy turned firefighter. Here's the blurb:

Two Hearts, Two Fires...

Cowboy Cole Hatcher became a firefighter to support his horse rescue ranch. He never dreamed it would lead him back to his first love, but a fire at the Poker Flat Nudist Resort lands him face-to-face with Lacey Winters. She may have started the fire that ended their relationship, but the sight of her reignites his long buried feelings. 

Lacey is shocked the hunky firefighter is the same man who dumped her eight years ago. Cole burned Lacey in the past when he failed to stand by her and she’s determined not to let him back into her heart. But everything about the new Cole is just too hot to resist. He melts her defenses, sweeping her away into a night of erotic passion only to rip open old wounds.

Determined to prove who set the Poker Flat fire and the original fire that destroyed their relationship, Cole investigates both, unearthing ugly truths that reveal even more damage. Now, he's not sure he can catch the arsonist or the heart of the woman he never stopped loving.

Since the book won't be out until August 4th, I'm giving a sneak peek to all my monthly newsletter subscribers later this month. If you want a quick look, be sure to sign up for my Lexi Post Updates.

Oh, and of course, all 12 of us authors are going to hold a big release party on Facebook, so if you haven't joined the party, you may want to. There will be free books, prizes, a grand prize, and a lot of fun! Don't miss it. Join here

That's the latest. Now, I have to get back to revising an island romance before continuing work on my next paranormal. Boy, I love my job :-)

Always, Lexi

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Show No Feaar by Marliss Melton

A dangerous mission set up with CIA agent Lucy Donovan and Navy SEAL James Atwater doesn’t even begin to describe the danger of life and love ahead of this team.

Lucy downplays a case of PTSD and is chosen to pretend a marriage in order to infiltrate a Columbian hostage situation.

Lucy’s new “husband” is James, now called Gus. 

Not a bad setup, except Lucy was saved from death merely ten months ago in neighboring Venezuela.  Gus has a personal vendetta to take care of in his position as a SEAL.  And let us not forget that Lucy and Gus had an intense relationship back-in-the-day. 

They are disguised as NATO and are met up with a team not exactly made of soldiers. 

I have to admire the strength and determination of the team to do whatever they can to bring back two American hostages in exchange for an untraveled road, physical illness and injury, and their own chance of being captured.

Melton’s background, accessibility to factual military procedure and language, and her extensive travels, bring an exotic atmosphere to her heart stomping romantic suspense.  An exciting book to read in bright sunlight (don’t need shadows to frighten you)!

Happy reading,

Dawn

The Run-Away Couple by Maggie Tideswell

It is said that the maid-of-honor and the best-man are the most likely to have sex on the wedding night. Add a love-hate relationship and throw a couple of ghosts into the mix, and you have The Run-Away Couple. 

Eloise chose a Gothic themed wedding for her and Dane, complete with remote setting, flickering candles, flaming torches and shadows, all geared towards scaring the guests. The stormy weather and swirling mists were a bonus.

But the person most scared was the maid-of-honor, the bride’s elder sister, Piper. She didn’t do creep. And she had been lumped together for the night of the wedding with Marcus, the best-man and the bane of Piper’s teenage life. He was a prankster of renown when they were growing up. As the boy-next-door, he singled Piper out for the best he could come up with. She didn’t trust him then and she didn’t trust him now. As the run-away couple, would they follow the traditional path? Or would Piper’s dislike and mistrust of Marcus win out?

The story of the ghost develops throughout the series and only in book 5 the full story behind the haunting is revealed.

Set in South Africa, The Run-Away Couple is the first book in a set of steamy romances about bridesmaids, weddings and honeymoons that will appeal to the young and the young at heart alike.

Book 2, He’s Married, will be available in August 2015.

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About Maggie: Maggie Tideswell is an author of erotic paranormal romance.

Wow! So is everybody else.

What sets Maggie apart is that she writes from a South African perspective, because that is where she lives with her husband, Gareth and their three cats.

When asked why she writes in the paranormal, her answer was that paranormal, things unexplained, is all around us, whether we acknowledge it or not. And romance is everywhere too. It is love, not money, that makes the world go round.

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