Today is the release of a Christmas anthology which features one of my Love Charm novellas.
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Synopsis: Featuring novellas from popular authors Linda Barlow, Andra Brynn, Carly Carson, Alana Albertson, Kara Ashley Dey, Nicole Blanchard and Cherie Chulick.
It’s Christmastide, but Holly Mathers can’t seem to get into the spirit. She’s been obsessing for weeks over a hook-up gone wrong with the hot, green-eyed Will MacIvey, who’s treating her like the ghost of Christmas past. When she and her roommate are invited to a Winter Solstice celebration by their faculty advisor, Holly is thrilled to learn that Will is going to the party. Holly’s roommate has procured a sprig of enchanted mistletoe that she plans to use to steal a kiss from the sexy professor. When she chickens out, Holly decides to try the spell on Will, hoping that a kiss under the mistletoe will remind him of the steamy night he seems to have forgotten. But magic always comes with a price…
Author Bio: Linda Barlow lives in New England with her mysterious spouse (who sleeps during the day, which has often made her wonder if he’s a vampire) and their equally enigmatic and nocturnal cat.
In the Bleak Midwinter by Andra Brynn
In the bleak midwinter…
With no money and nowhere to go, Ayla MacFarlane’s first midwinter break from college returns her to the decaying house she grew up in–and to the shadow of her father, whose perverse obsession with her made her years there a misery. Now under her father’s control again, Ayla knows that if she leaves once more it will only be a matter of time before their father turns his sights to her little sister Julia…
“There’s a boy in the woods…”
But the hunted are not always without protection. While Ayla has been away, Julia has made friends with a mysterious boy in the woods that surround their property. Certain he is up to no good, Ayla sets out to confront him, only to find a beautiful young man who speaks in riddles and makes her heart race. What is stranger is that he knows things no human should know, and he tells Ayla that he can help her…for a price.
The hunt is on…
As the solstice nears, the time of reckoning is at hand. Will Ayla have the courage to reclaim all her father stole from her and protect her little sister, or will she be be a slave to her fear, and lose her chance to save herself forever?
Author Bio: I write books. Obsessively. And I read books. Not quite as obsessively as I’d like, since there are all these books I have to write, you see. One day I will take a book vacation and do nothing but read my TBR list.
Nantucket is the home of hedge fund titans, old money and hidebound tradition. Habits are comfortable, and the habits of the rich are very comfortable. Into Cabot Saltonstall’s sedate world blows Dakota Bishop, possessor of a wild spirit and a magical love charm. Cabot’s blue-blood family history includes an ancestor who resigned from the Salem Witch trials, because he refused to believe in witchcraft.
But Cabot is all too willing to be bewitched.
Dakota can’t stay still long enough for anyone to tie her down, nor is Cabot the right kind of guy for her. If only he’d have sex with her so she could get him out of her system. Why does he need to be so traditional with his emotions and plans for the future?
Does she know enough of witchcraft to overcome the spell of the accidentally cast love charm?
Author Bio: Carly lives near Nantucket Island, where the Christmas Stroll is an annual event. Having found her own Prince Charming at a young age, she’s never needed a love charm, but please join her as she tells the tales of other women who’ve used a bit of magic to find true love.
Five years ago, Cambridge Ballet’s Sugar Plum Fairy and Cavalier vanished after performing The Nutcracker. Despite extensive city and statewide searches, no traces of them, besides their ballet slippers, were ever found. Every year since, another member of the cast has gone missing after closing night: the Mouse King, an Arabian Dancer, The Dew Drop Fairy, a Flower. Nieves Alba, who as a thirteen-year-old played Clara in the first ill-fated performance, is now cast as the Snow Queen. On closing night, every police officer in Boston surrounds the theater, determined to catch the perpetrator whom they’ve dubbed “The Nutcracker.” Can Nieves break the curse or will she be the next victim of America’s favorite ballet?
Author Bio: Alana Albertson never was fortunate to get cast as the snow queen though she did play the soldier. She has extensive collections of snow globes and nutcrackers but none of them have ever been enchanted.
Recluse, Katie Crowe, has observed the world from a window in her father’s loveless house. With the death of her father and the departure of her only friend, Katie sees no point in venturing out. Then a new neighbor and his three female companions take up residence across the road in the very house her friend had vacated four months ago. Gabe’s eyes hold a promise to Katie when she gazes into them–a way out of her lonely prison, if she could but step beyond her threshold. Something holds her back: Though the past and its people seem far from her now, the trees still know her haunting secret.
Author Bio: Kara Ashley Dey is a writer of UF and Sci-Fi Romance. Her alter ego is an abbynormal cg artist.
Sera Flaherty would rather take lumps of coal and be committed to the naughty list for life than admit that she has a role to play in her failing marriage. She deludes her way into a negative bank balance and is left with no chance of getting her husband Spencer a present. When faced with the reality of their relationship, Sera finds she’s willing to sacrifice anything to fix her mistakes and find her husband the perfect gift…even if doing so will cost more than she bargained for.
Author Bio: Nicole Blanchard loves receiving gifts from strangers so long as they don’t come with an ominous warning or risk of dismemberment. She also enjoys taking full advantage of the fringe benefits of being on the naughty list in her spare time.
Lady Elizabeth Darling has fled her overbearing family to spend the holidays with her late husband’s Aunt at Scarsbury Manor in the hills of Herefordshire. What she hoped would be a quiet Christmas quickly turns upside down as strange sightings begin to stack up and rumors fly that the great house is haunted. She tries to stay out of the drama, but when a young maid who also lost her lover in tragic circumstances asks for her help to move forward she drops everything to come to her aid. With age old traditions underway and a diverse guest list including the handsome and outspoken Captain Wolfe on the premises, can Lady Elizabeth heal both their hearts and find love before it’s too late?
Author Bio: Cherie Chulick will not be spending her Christmas holiday at a haunted manor, but she does keep an eye out for the occasional ghost. Fortunately the glow of her Kindle seems to keep them at bay.
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Love Charm for Brenna – Short Story in Love Charm Series
Blurb: Brenna casts her love charm at a ritzy Venetian masquerade ball. She knows exactly which guy she wants to win. But two intriguing men appear at the ball. Can she see beneath the disguises to her own true love, even if he’s the unexpected one?
Excerpt: Joe’s dark eyes glittered through the mask. “What are you doing, Brenna?”
“It’s not obvious?” She tried to lift his legs and swing them up on the couch, but they were heavy. “Lie down, Joe.” She laughed. “You said you wanted to make me happy.”
“This looks more like you making me happy.” But he lay down.
She wrestled down his pants. “I just need to get these out of the way.”
Joe’s breath was coming hard. “I want you naked.”
“Well—” She reached under her long dress and pulled off her panties. “I’ll give you something to wonder about.”
“Christ, Brenna.” He reached up and pulled her down on top of him.
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♥ 4.5 star Review from Romance Junkies! Carly Carson has penned a delightfully sensuous and seductive romance that is perfect for your summer beach bag.♥
Blurb: To save her sister, a sexy businesswoman accepts a mysterious, high-paying job with a hot business tycoon, but he thinks he’s hired a new mistress.
Excerpt: Logan stilled, like a lion in the moment before he pounces on his prey. Watchful. Unmoving. Evaluating his victim. Then he changed direction. Like the clever predator he was, he adopted a new approach to get what he wanted. Even as Amanda recognized his methods, she was helpless before them.
“You’re right,” he said softly. “You are not most women.” He resumed unbuttoning his shirt, drawing it off and dropping his pants. He stood naked before her. “I shouldn’t have interrupted what you were trying to do. I shouldn’t have tried to take control.”
He strode toward his bed, gloriously unconcerned with his nudity. “I’m going to lie down here, and let you do exactly what you want.”
He stretched out on the bed. Amanda tried hard not to stare, though she feared she mostly failed. “What if I don’t want to do anything?”
“I’ll be disappointed,” he said, still in that calm, unthreatening voice. “But I’ll survive.” He even managed that half-smile that always undid her.
She took two steps toward the bed. “You’re diabolical. You know that?”
“I’m totally at your mercy. What more do you want?” He crossed his arms behind his head. “I’ll keep my hands right here. While hoping that you’re planning to start taking off those clothes. I feel horribly disadvantaged here.”
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Love Charm for Ashley
A lonely teacher casts her homemade love charm into the cold waters of Boston Harbor to win a “forever after” love. The hot Special Forces soldier who appears makes the world his stomping ground, and nothing lasts for more than a night. Does the love charm have enough power to create the magic of true love?
Excerpt: “You’re so sweet,” he said. He kissed her cheek, her brow, her lips with warm, tender kisses as he guided her back to the couch. They sank onto it, and his dark gaze drummed into her, his eyes half-lidded, his cheeks flushed. “I could kiss you all night,” he said. “But I want more, too.”
“Glen.” That’s all she could say. His name. She looked at their hands tangled together. How quickly she’d become accustomed to his touch. No matter how they moved, they naturally held onto each other. But she understood the danger. The more she enjoyed his company and felt that he was almost an extension of herself , the harder it would be to see him go.
“So sexy.” He leaned close, breathing deeply. “I love your lilac scent.”
“I got the lilacs this morning.” June, in Boston. The only time lilacs would bloom. “I needed them for my love charm.”
Slowly, knowing on some level deeper than thought, that he would follow her every move, she reached out and plucked one of the lilac sprigs from the glass vase on the coffee table. She lifted the blossoms to her nose, breathed in her favorite scent, and then drew the blossoms down over her throat. Slowly, down to the v in her blouse, and she watched him stare at her with his burning eyes. “You like this scent?” she asked, smiling in the way of a woman who knows she’s enchanted her man.
“Yeah.” He touched his nose to hers, and moved down to touch his lips to hers. Then, using his tongue and his lips, he followed the trail of the lilac blossoms. Licking and kissing her neck, her throat, he continued down.
Baby, It’s Cold Outside
Ha! Got your attention? I want that line to be the start of a novel some day, but it happens to also be the truth.
If you live in New England, you need to love the snow and the way to love it is to get outdoors and enjoy all the fun winter sports. Hence, in my family, we are all skiers, and part of that is being on ski teams. You attend the races, whether it’s snowing or 16 degrees below zero or whatever.
But you want to hear about the porn star, right? Okay, this is hubby’s story and I’m in no position to dispute it. This woman had been swanning around the Fort Lauderdale airport, and hubby said hordes of men were flocking behind her. (Really? Have you guys no dignity at all?) She was dressed in denim short shorts, a red tank top and high heels.
My husband went into a restaurant to eat lunch, and was joined by a stranger (a man) because the restaurant was very crowded. They chatted while eating, and then the porn star appeared, getting in line at the counter to get her meal. This stranger went right up to her and invited her back to their table (since she wasn’t going to find a seat in the packed restaurant, ahem). So they all ate lunch together. Hubby said she told them about how her family (somewhere in Asia) disapproved of her livelihood. But she seemed happy. The truth is, he often finds himself in odd situations with strangers, so none of this surprises me.
Also, I have the better story since I was flashed by a kilt-wearing Scotsman at Oktoberfest in Austria. So now I DO know what they wear under that kilt. And I tell all in The Naked Male Tour of Austria.
We’re all here to talk about romances between snowbound couples. What could be more romantic with the right person? A cozy fire, no interruptions, and lots of time to play. This is exactly what happens in my novella, Baby, It’s Cold Outside. Of course, it’s not all smooth sailing.
Baby, It’s Cold Outside – Now Available!
This novella was nominated for Best Romance this year at eFestival of Words!
Jenna entices the man of her dreams into providing a haven for the weekend during a New York City blizzard. Her tools are her flirting skills dressed up with a bit of deception. She needs to make amends for the great wrong she did to him five years ago. Tricking him into having sex would only add to that wrong.
Though he’s never met Jenna before, Grant is immediately drawn to this blizzard-bopping beach babe. He’ll do her, but he doesn’t do deception. He thinks he’s spotted her minor trickery, but the big secret that blew up his life is waiting in the wings…
And things are about to heat up.
Grant watched Jenna shiver, despite the heat of the blaze that scorched his back. He didn’t know why she wasn’t warming up more quickly. Between the fire and the smoking hot woman in front of him, he might have to venture out into the blizzard himself to cool down. His stupid, clueless body didn’t care how lame her story was.
“How long have you known my sister?” His family was a subject that could kill his libido if anything could.
“Several years. I met Kate when I first moved to Florida. Recently, I took one of the classes she teaches at the community center.”
He nodded neutrally. He didn’t care about the damn classes.
“You shouldn’t blame Kate for anything I do,” Jenna added. “She doesn’t think I should be let out after dark without a keeper.”
Grant eyed her bedraggled state. “She might have a point—”
“Hey! I did not pop out of a cake! I am not your singing birthday telegram! So you can just stop eyeing me like I’m your playmate du jour.” She bolted upright and her feet hit the floor.
“Calm down.” He moved after her as she stood, and caught her arm. He was a little appalled at the sense of dismay that had whipped through him when she started to leave. “You can’t go. There’s a terrible storm out there.”
“I came in from that storm, and I can go right back out in it. I’m every bit as tough as I look.”
He couldn’t help laughing. “You don’t look tough at all.” Long, golden brown hair, curling a bit now that it was drying. Big brown eyes that managed to look both uncertain and inviting at the same time. And lips as full as Cupid’s arched bow. Just waiting to strike and slay a man.
She wrenched her arm from his hand. “And don’t patronize me.”
He held up a hand and pantomimed wiping the smile off his face. “Okay then. You are tougher than that ten line algorithm I’ve been working on over there.” He jerked his head towards his computer. “Lord knows it doesn’t talk back like you do.”
She stifled a giggle.
But he didn’t feel like laughing any more. Her arm had still been cold and, when he considered the state of her clothes, he couldn’t be surprised.
“There won’t be any cabs out there, anyway,” he reminded her.
“I got a cab to come here.” She edged away from him.
He grasped her arm again, surprised at his own determination to keep her. “That cab driver was real anxious to hit the road and get home. He said the only good thing about this weather was that the streets are deserted.”
“There’s the subway.”
“They have problems in bad weather, too. Besides, the way you’re dressed you can’t go anywhere.” His eyes strayed to her tits for the hundredth time since she’d appeared. Though he tried not to be obvious, a woman couldn’t dress like she did and not expect a man to look.
“You could lend me a sweatshirt.”
He eyed her sexy sandals. Aside from their complete inability to protect her from the snow, he damn well knew what the message was. As would any other man who saw her in them. “I can’t help you with your footwear. And a sweatshirt with your bare legs sticking out—” He shook his head. “Not safe for public viewing.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Are you kidding? You must know you have fabulous legs.”
“A leg man, are you?”
“Nope. More of a boobs and butts guy myself. Since you asked.” He couldn’t help grinning at her flustered face. “But I like anything and everything on the right woman.”
“I am not the right woman for—for whatever you might be implying.”
“Don’t be so defensive. You can’t go anywhere ’til you warm up.” He slung his arm around her shoulders. “I’ve got some body heat to share.” He tugged her to his side.
Wow, she smelled good. Snow and roses. A potent combination. Especially when combined with a barely-there outfit, a rack to die for, and those legs.
He tried to inhale discreetly. She was up to something more than what she’d told him. He knew that for a fact. But he’d been holed up in his apartment for days, working like the devil, and he could definitely use a break. Besides, he really couldn’t send her back out into the blizzard.”
He glanced out the window where the snow fell silently out of the dark sky, backlit by the lights of New York City. Its beauty didn’t hide its dangers. She had no money, no warm clothes, and nowhere to go, unless he chose to believe her story about the friend she could call. Which he didn’t.
But, even if she was a liar, what harm could she do him? He might as well take advantage of the opportunity fate had dropped into his lap. So to speak. Because his lap was the part insisting as loudly as possible that Jenna should stay at least until it got some relief.
“Baby, It’s Cold Outside is hot, hot, hot…perfect for a snowy winter night or ANY night. I read this gem of a book in one sitting! ” (Teri on Amazon)
“This sexy short romance will warm you to your toes. I loved how the reader’s comprehension of the heroine’s initial situation kept changing as the hero discovered more about her. ” (Heather Hiestand on Amazon)