Friday, June 26, 2015

Our Sexy Man ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #Saturday7 #MSSAuthors #MSS98

Our Sexy Man

Welcome to the 98th week of My Sexy Saturday.

This week’s theme is Our Sexy Man and need we say more. This is all about the sexy men in our books. The young ones, the old ones, the middle aged ones, the ones who turn us on like no other. It’s all about the sexy, hot romance they bring to the pages of the books we read and the books we write.

Again, this theme has no genre, no rules except that the characters we’re talking about are male and sexy beyond all belief. They are great lovers, great fathers, great at everything they do. They may be rich, poor, or the boy next door. They could be a spaceship captain, a cowboy or the billionaire seeking to find that special significant other. The one thing we do know is that they are hot, hot, HOT!

He turned into his driveway. Smoke trickled through an open window sent a rush of adrenaline though him.
Inside the garage, the fire alarm shrieked, and he ran into the house. Olivia fanned the
device on the ceiling with a piece of cardboard. Windows and the back doors stood wide
open. Gray smoke poured out of the oven and hung in the air, choking him with the
stench of burned food. Milo bounced and laughed with all his might around the chair she
stood on.
The wooden seat tipped and she flapped her hands. Tom wrapped his arm around her waist.
Surprise flashed on her face as he steadied her. “You’re home already.”
He raised his voice to be heard over the ear-splitting sound. “I’ll take care of the alarm, step down. Milo, will you please close the back door?”
“Yes, Daddy.” The boy skittered away, leaving the space around the smoke alarm free for Tom to work.
At the press of the button, the shrill ceased. Olivia’s expression relaxed and she
slumped. Tears welled in her eyes. “I’m the world’s worst mother and wife.”
Laughter tickled the roof of his mouth, but he pressed his lips hard to keep it from
bursting out. She was getting better in the kitchen. At least her attempt hadn’t brought on
the local fire department, like the last time. He wrapped his arms around her. “Honey,
you’re too hard on yourself.”
Brushing a tear from her cheek, she cut him a guilty glance. “Hard? You have no idea.
If you didn’t arrive when you did, the house would’ve burned down. I almost forgot Milo
and then I ran out with Rosie in my arms and didn’t have time to dress her for the
outdoors. There, I confess, I’m useless.”
“You’re not useless. At the end of the day, everything’s fine, we’re all accounted for
and we survived.” Tom kissed her hair, catching a whiff of smoke. “Let’s see if dinner is salvageable.”
He opened the oven door a crack, but at the sight of charred meat he slammed it shut.
At least the smoldering from the stove had ceased, but the smell would no doubt stay for days. “Nope.” He grabbed the phone. “Chinese food?”
She took a seat at the kitchen table and shrugged, her face crumpled. “My appetite is
gone. I wanted to surprise you, but…” Her voice trailed off and turned into another sob.
The small buttons on the phone’s dial pad played their soft tones as he dialed the
restaurant. “It’s all right. I wasn’t in a mood for chicken fingers and fries.”
She laughed through tears and his pulse quickened. His love for her bubbled up, the
need to make her happy a driving force. “See, no harm done. Shall I order our usual?”
She nodded. “Chop suey, wonton soup, and egg rolls.”
Tom winked, but the fact she knew “the usual” unraveled the knot in his guts. For a moment, even he’d suspected she really was his wife’s double sent from some parallel world. Her mishaps almost convinced him of the theory he refused to believe.
Rosie’s cooing came in through the baby monitor. Olivia stood. “I’m surprised the alarm didn’t wake her. I’ll go get her.”
“She’d sleep through any clangor.” Tom turned his attention to the phone as someone
finally picked up his call. “Yes, can I’d like to place an order for delivery?”
“Where’s Mommy’s big girl?” Olivia’s soft voice filled the kitchen through the
monitoring device. He had a hard time concentrating on the menu in front of him.
With dinner taken care of, he placed his iPod on the docking station and shuffled through the songs in his library. He picked Song Tied Us. The band joined in with the mandolin after an intro, the male singer’s deep voice sang in perfect harmony with a female vocal. Tom couldn’t resist and he cranked up the volume.
Olivia strolled in, Rosie in her arms. “I like this song. What’s it about?”
He wrapped his girls in a bear hug, leading Olivia to follow his steps. “The refrain
tells how we are tied together through song in good times and bad, giving us happiness no matter who we are.”
Her eyes sparkled. “I’m not one for poetry, but those are beautiful lyrics.”
“Yes, they are. Unfortunately, much of the beauty is lost in translation.”
Milo ran up to them and joined them in their slow dance. Tom hummed along with the
song as it came to an end with the chime of xylophone. Three songs later, the doorbell announced the arrival of their dinner.
“Let’s eat.” Tom carried the bag to the kitchen and set in on the table.
Milo climbed onto his chair next to Olivia. “After, can we dance again?”
“It’ll be your bed time by then.” Tom sliced up a portion of chicken into bite-size
pieces, dished out a spoonful of vegetables and placed the plate in front of the boy.
“Mommy will get you into your pj's and I’ll read you a story.”
“Not fair.” With a pout, Milo buried his face in his hands. “Rosie gets to stay up.”
“She won’t stay up for long.” Tom raised his finger and stopped his son’s attempt at
another complaint. “You know who’s coming to town and he sees you when you are
sleeping and knows when you’re awake.”
The boy’s eyes widened and he returned his attention to his plate.
Olivia’s fork hovered mid-air, a piece of broccoli speared on the tines. “That song gave me creeps when I was a kid. To think some old guy from North Pole watches while you’re sleeping and knows if you’re good or bad.”
A low chuckle rolled Tom’s stomach. “It works wonders on kids. Speaking of the big guy, the kids should have pictures taken with Santa.”
Milo’s fork clunked on the plate and he raised his arms over his head. “Yay!”
Olivia’s chewing ceased and she swallowed hard. “I never had my picture taken with him.”
Milo blinked and his mouth dropped. “Why not, Mommy?”
She turned to Tom, an awkward smile on her lips. “I shouldn’t say it in front of Milo.”
“You can tell me later.” Tom picked at the food on his plate. Her confession knotted his stomach anew. Milo was just a baby then, but they had a picture taken with Santa at Tom’s office party.
With dinner behind them, Tom cleaned the kitchen while Olivia took Milo upstairs.
By the way the boy’s feet dragged on the tiles, Tom suspected the good night story would
not be needed.
The multicolored dragon in Rosie’s hands crinkled as the baby kneaded the toy’s ears.
Tom placed the last of the leftovers in the fridge, and picked up his daughter from the high chair.
He turned the kitchen lights off and carried Rosie to the living room. He sat her on his lap. “And how was your day?”
The baby reached for his nose. He chuckled when her little hand squeezed, blocking his airflow.
“You have one too. Right here.” He tapped the tip of her nose.
Rosie’s grin prompted Tom to kiss her. “You may be Daddy’s girl, but you resemble your mom. And you’ve got her willpower.”
At a soft laugh, he turned to see Olivia standing in the threshold. “It’s the truth, look at her. She’s a copy of you.”
Olivia’s hips swayed as she strolled to the couch, making Tom gulp. “And Milo’s all you.”
“Yes, he resembles me, but he loves his mommy.”

Blurb: Olivia Owen, a busy, single, high-functioning, corporate executive officer, is not afraid to die a spinster for the sake of her career. But in an alternate reality world, bridged by the angel of her Down’s syndrome sister, she meets Tom Medar, a dedicated, Croatian defense attorney who dreams of the right woman, but never has time to find her. Together they foil an adulterous murder plot while discovering there’s room for love and family in their busy lives—but not before they are separated again.
When they awaken from their alternate world, will they be able to cross countries to find each other again?

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Friday, June 19, 2015

Our Sexy Best ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #Saturday7 #MSSAuthors

Welcome to the 97th week of My Sexy Saturday.

This week’s theme is Our Sexy Best and it brought to mind another song: Tina Turner’s The Best. If you haven’t heard this song, you should look it up because it has all the emotion needed for a hot, sexy romance. The one line that really carries this theme is the second one: Better than all the rest. This line is what this theme is all about.

This theme has no genre, no rules except that the characters know their other half is better than all the rest. They may have had lovers before but nothing compares to the lover they are with.

Her chest heaved, she raked her hand through his hair and the whiskers of his beard, but she remained silent until her breathing calmed. She cradled his head in her palms and pulled him to her. “Marko,” she huffed. “I’ve never experienced anything as good as this.”
He smiled and placed another soft kiss on her forehead. Yes, he’d recognized the look of a pleasant surprise on her face when she’d climaxed. “Good? It was amazing. You were amazing. You wait and see. It will get better.”
“Better?” A smile stretched her lips and a long satisfied sigh escaped her.
“Oh yes,” he murmured, rubbing her soft stomach. “There may not pass a single day if I don’t show you my love.”
Her expression changed with his pledge. She looked away.
And her silence and stiffness pressed heavily on his shoulders. A single tear slid down her face and broke his heart. He wiped the droplet off with his thumb. “I wish,” she sniffed. “I wish this could be. I truly do.” She shook her head slowly. “But it’s...impossible.”
He cupped her face in his palms, tilting her head toward him. “Don’t say impossible. There are always complications, but don’t give up on me—on us, Carmen. We’ll find a way to be together.”
Her forehead creased as her gray eyes examined his face. “I’m a widow and a pirate whose head can bring a hefty
“And I’m bound to wed a woman I can’t stand to look at.” The bristly wool blanket brushed his skin as he rolled to
his back, pulling her head to his chest. “I’d rather sail the seas with you for the rest of my life.”
“You would become a pirate?” Astonishment laced her voice. “For me?”
He nodded. “For you I would do anything.” He spoke nothing but the truth. But would she be brave enough to accept him?

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Friday, June 12, 2015

A Good Ole Sexy Time ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #Saturday7 #MSSAuthors

Welcome to the 96th week of My Sexy Saturday.

This week’s theme is A Good Ole Sexy Time and think about things like the Dukes of Hazard or maybe Nashville or the Appalachian Mountains. This week is about…well…normal people. You know, the boys next door, the good ole boys, the boys of summer and everything in between. There is nothing more sexy than a man at the beach or getting done with his chores or doing his best at any task.

From "Rose of Crimson"

She winced at the sharp pain caused by her chewed nail and yanked her hand out of her pocket.
“Don’t worry, there’s nothing breaded and deep fried in here.” He ceased pulling the takeout containers out of the bag and grabbed her wrist. “You are bleeding.” His voice reflected a hint of concern as he got on his feet, moving closer. “Let me take care of this.”
The way his hand gripped her wrist, she didn’t have a choice but to follow him to the bathroom. Will he lick her wound?
Opening the faucet, he shoved her hand under the cold water. “Did you do this to yourself?”
“Ouch, my finger stings.” Her instinct urged her to pull her hand out of his. Instead she flipped the light switch on when he tightened his hold. “You want to play a doctor now?”
He grinned not taking his glance from her finger under running water. “I’m not playing. I’ve been a doctor for centuries.”
“I thought Miles had not lived long enough to complete any schooling.” As soon as she spoke those words, she regretted them. He was here in body and soul, so he could have become a doctor during his very long life.
He shut off the water and pulled the towel from the rack. “You’re right, Miles’ life was cut short,” he said. He patted her hand and opened the medicine cabinet above the sink. “Do you have bandages?”
“There should be a box.” With the door in between them, and mirror facing her, she cringed at her reddened face. Though she’d probably never get used to him hearing her thoughts, it was nice to have company. Okay so he wasn’t a ghost or a vampire, but he was a man and his musky scent sent heat spreading through her.
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“Good, you have antiseptic cream. This should do.” He spread the white ointment, dressed the wound. “Stop biting your nails. It’s a nervous habit.”
“Will do, doc.” She gave him a mocking grin.
“So, are you hungry?”
“In a little while. Hope you can hold off.” With any luck he didn’t hear her stomach rumble, but she couldn’t eat just yet. He was right, her nerves needed to calm a bit more.
He took his seat at the table. “Then let us continue with the story.”
She sat facing him, and extended her hands to him. “Shall we hold the connection again?”
A tiny smile stretched his lips as he stared at her in silence. He must have read her mind again. She was the one who itched to hold hands with him and it seemed he wanted the same. With his wrists resting on the table, he twitched his eyebrows in invitation to place her hands in his. Warmth flooded her when his fingers brushed hers. What would it be like if he was to touch all of her—oh, she better not think of that.
“Concentrate.” His soft tone ensured that he had heard her last thought.
She closed her eyes and the vision began to play in an instant. Perhaps it was her eagerness to continue with the story so getting into the mind trip had not taken as long as the first time. He lay face down on the pebble beach. “You were so young!”
His fingers fumbled. “Pay attention to my thoughts, not my looks.”

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Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Paranormal love Wednesday - Jami Gray

Today’s excerpt is from Jami Gray’s SHADOW’S EDGE, the first in her award-winning Kyn Kronicles. If you like it, nab your copy for FREE (limited time only). 

Feeling his presence behind her, she stepped through the doors and reached for her jacket. Putting it on, she turned around only to come up short. He stood inches away.

“You can run and hide, Raine.” His eyes were dark. “But, I’m a damn good hunter.”

His challenge sparked her pride. She shocked them both by reaching up and threading her fingers through his thick hair. Running her nails against his scalp, visible chills cascaded down his arms. Using the velvet strands as a handle she brought his head down for a kiss. Not some wimpy kiss either. If she was doing this, she was doing it right. It may be her only chance.

Using the tip of her tongue she traced his lips, startled at how soft they were. When he parted them for her, she took advantage of the opportunity, sliding her tongue inside. Closing her eyes, she felt her body respond, arching closer to his heat. It was like moving into the warm sunshine after standing in the cool shadows. Desire moved under her skin, warming places she hadn’t known existed.

His taste, like warm sherry and dark spices, invaded her, making her breath catch. She lost herself in the moment, with this man.

And she wanted to stay lost.

The unfamiliar thought jerked her eyes open, and she found his green ones focused solely on her, dark with arousal. Seeing such a totally male expression on his face brought an unexpected flare of pride.

With her body fully pressed against his, there was no escaping how in the moment he was. Slowly, she ended the kiss. Her fingers relaxed, releasing his hair, letting the strands slide over her skin before moving her hands to his shoulders. He truly was a beautiful man.

Then, because it was almost too serious, she leaned up and dropped a light kiss on the tip of his nose. Catching his startled grin, she pulled out of his arms.

Her voice was unsteady, almost husky, “I wouldn’t call it running, Gavin.” Turning on watery legs, she walked down the hall to the front door, while every hormone screamed for her to stay.

He followed, reaching above her to hold the door open as she stepped onto his front porch. “Then what would you call it?”

She turned and met his eyes, her gaze as serious as her voice, “Trying to decide if you’re worth the risk.”

His eyes flared briefly, but he said nothing. She strode down the steps and into her SUV. As she drove away, she couldn’t help biting her trembling lips as the unique taste that was Gavin swarmed through her bloodstream.

Looking back, she could still see him, in her rearview mirror, framed in the open doorway.

If you want to play in the shadows, continue your adventure with Jami Gray’s Kyn Kronicles…

THE KYN KRONICLES (Urban Fantasy series w/Black Opal Books)

WRAPPED IN SHADOWS, Kyn Kronicles .5
(Things That Go Bump For The Holidays Anthology)

The magic of the holidays can be hell…

Celebrations abound during the holidays, but this Christmas an engagement celebration goes horrifically wrong.  What appears to be a simple murder/suicide hides a vicious surprise. The type of gift Raine and Gavin, elite member of the Kyn, didn’t want humans to unwrap, because revealing the monsters in the shadows isn’t the way to spread holiday cheer.

 SHADOW’S EDGE, Kyn Kronicles #1
Everyone fears what hunts in the shadows—especially the monsters…

When the supernatural lurks in the shadows of the mundane, hunting monsters requires unique skills, like those of Raine McCord. A series of deaths threatens to reveal the Kyn community and forces her to partner with the sexy Gavin Durand.

As the trail leads to the foundation haunting Raine’s childhood, she and Gavin must unravel lies and betrayals to discover not only each other, but the emerging threat to them and the entire magical community.

SHADOW’S SOUL, Kyn Kronicles #2
Some nightmares are born of love…

A simple assignment turns into a nightmare when Raine McCord follows Cheveyo to the Southwest on a consulting gig. When the most feared beings of the Kyn kidnaps Cheveyo and leaves Raine for dead, her ability to heal her mind and spirit hinges on the one man who can touch her soul, Gavin Durand. 

Unraveling the Southwest Kyn’s web of secrets and hidden vendettas will either bring them together or tear them apart forever.

SHADOW’S MOON, Kyn Kronicles #3
Even wild hearts can be broken…
Tracker, Xander Cade, confronts an enraged Shifter in a crowded human nightclub, fraying the thin secrecy shielding the supernatural community from public scrutiny. Danger stalks the pack and she must protect her alpha and mate, Warrick Vidis, even if he doesn’t want it.
If they don’t find a way to trust each other and accept their rare bond they risk losing everything-their pack, their friends and each other.
SHADOW’S CURSE, Kyn Kronicles #4
Death and chaos can devastate even the best-laid plans…

After tragedy strikes the Northwest Kyn, leaving the houses in chaos and the Wraiths hungry for blood, the fallout threatens Natasha Bertoi’s carefully laid plans. When the Council sends Darius Abazi, the one man guaranteed to skew the odds, she faces her toughest opponent yet.

As death stalks the Northwest Kyn, can Natasha trust Darius, a man well versed in subterfuge, to uncover the truth before treachery destroys them all?

 Coming Fall 2015:

A collection of Kyn shorts, including WRAPPED IN SHADOWS

 PSY-IV Teams (Paranormal Romantic Suspense series w/MuseIt Up Publishing)

Sometimes death is the only way to out run the past…

Changing the past is impossible, a fact ex-marine, Cynthia Arden, understands all too well. Struggling with the aftermath of a botched mission, a panicked phone call brings her home to face a killer’s game. Unfortunately, the distracting Kayden Shaw returns as well, the one man she thought would stand by her, until he chose his job over her.
To survive, will Cyn risk her heart or lose the man she loves and her life?

 Coming Spring 2016:

Trusting him with her secrets is dangerous. Trusting him with her heart could be fatal.

As a specialized consultant for the Department of Defense, Risia Lacoste understands the bargaining chip of a well-kept secret. When her current assignment threatens to unearth her deeply buried skeletons, she’s forced into a high-stakes game of lies and loyalty where even her ability to foresee the future can’t predict the winner.

Darkness lies under the skin of every man, and PSY-IV Team operative and touch empath, Tag Gunderson, has the demons to prove it. Scarred by betrayal and disillusionment, he’s not Risia’s top pick for a partner in the game, but he’s all she’s got.

As the game draws them deeper into a pit of intrigue and their list of enemies grow, will Risia trust Tag with more than her secrets or will his demons destroy them both? 


Jami Gray is the award winning, multi-published author of the Urban Fantasy series, The Kyn Kronicles, and the Paranormal Romantic Suspense series, PSY-IV Teams. She can be soothed with coffee and chocolate. Surrounded by Star Wars obsessed males and two female labs moonlighting as the Fur Minxes, she escapes by playing with the voices in her head.

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THINGS THAT GO BUMP FOR THE HOLIDAYS (Wrapped in Shadows .5 Kyn Kronicles)

Shadow’s Edge: Bk 1 of Kyn Kronicles


Shadow’s Soul:Bk 2 of the Kyn Kronicles


Shadow’s Moon: Bk 3 of the Kyn Kronicles

Shadow’s Curse: Bk 4 of the Kyn Kronicles


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