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Lonesome girl watching at Paris city scape at sunset/sunrise.Looking for a little Christmas romance this July?

Jane and Gabe have one for you and it’s on sale for just 99 pennies! 


For Jane Whitmore, agreeing to switch identities with her best friend seems like innocent fun, but spending a romantic night in Paris with a man who doesn’t know her real name turns out to be a lark gone bad. When their one night of passion proves to have lasting results, tracking down Gabe Sutton and telling him he’s about to be the father of her child is just another calamity Jane would rather avoid.

After years of avoiding long-term romantic entanglements, Gabe has found a woman he might just be able to build a life with, only to have her disappear. When he finally finds her, his belief in happily-ever-after staggers under the weight of deception, and looming fatherhood leaves him with two choices: fight her for custody of his future child or cling to the promise of true love.

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Tuck Book Boyfriend

Have you met Tuck?

His story, To Win Her Trust, book 2 in the Players series, is on sale for $1.99

and he’s ready to sweep you off your feet.

Oh, and if you hurry, you can snatch up book 1, To Win Her Love, for $.99 this week as well.

You’ll find all formats of both books at Kensington Publishing.

Coming Aug 4th 

To Win Her Love

A Players Romance

Here’s a little tease.

Read Chapter One @ Kensington today. 

Pardon me for tooting my own horn, but if a fun, holiday romance is your kind of read,


might be just what you’re looking for.

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You can find “Calamity” and my other fun romance titles at

The Wild Rose Press

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Book eight of The Twelve Brides of Christmas from The Wild Rose Press

Available 11/10/14







For Jane Whitmore, agreeing to switch identities with her best friend seemed like innocent fun…





but a romantic night in Paris…

with a handsome cowboy entrepreneur…











puts her heart at risk…

and lands her in Gabe Sutton’s bed.












After years of avoiding long-term romantic entanglements, Gabe has found a woman he might just be able to build a life with…



only to have her disappear…


Their one night of passion…











…proves to have lasting results.






Tracking down a man who doesn’t know her real name and telling him he’s about to be the father of her child is a lark Jane would rather avoid.









When Gabe finally finds her, his belief in happily-ever-after staggers under the weight of deception…

Looming fatherhood leaves him with two choices; fight her for custody of his future child…




…or cling to the promise of true love.


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It’s my pleasure to announce this rocking new romance is now available.  If you like a fast paced story with blood pumping suspense, steamy romance and in-your-face funny dialog that makes you pee your pants laughing, Rules of Protection is your ticket to a raucous good time.

Some rules are meant to be broken…

 It’s rule breaker Emily Foster’s birthday, and like everyone at The Jungle Room, she just wants to get some action. Unfortunately, she stumbles on the wrong kind, witnessing a mob hit. To protect her, she’s entered into the Witness Protection Program with by-the-book Special Agent Jake Ward as her chaperone.

 When the location of their safe house is compromised, Jake stashes Emily deep in the Texas backwoods. The city-girl might be safe from the Mafia, but she has to contend with a psychotic rooster, a narcoleptic dog, crazy cowboys, and the danger of losing her heart to the one man she can’t have.

Jake’s as hot as he is infuriating, and she can’t help but push all his buttons to loosen him up. Their mutual, sizzling sexual attraction poses a dilemma: Jake’s determined to keep her safe and out of the wrong hands; she’s determined to get into the right ones—his.


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About the author:

Alison Bliss grew up in Small Town, Texas, but currently resides in the Midwest with her husband and two sons. With so much testosterone in her home, it’s no wonder she writes “girl books.” She believes the best way to know if someone is your soul mate is by canoeing with them because if you both make it back alive, it’s obviously meant to be. Alison pens the type of books she loves to read most: fun, steamy love stories with heart, heat, laughter, and usually a cowboy or two. As she calls it, “Romance…with a sense of humor.”


To learn more about Alison Bliss, visit her website at http://authoralisonbliss.com, where you can sign up for her newsletter to keep up with her latest book news.  You can also email her at authoralisonbliss@hotmail.com or connect with her on social media.

Facebook: http://facebook.com/AuthorAlisonBliss
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LOL Okay, my e-books are on sale, but hey, as much of me as I put into writing them, it’s the same thing. From now through Christmas, several of my titles (and a lot of others too) are being offered at 25% off their regular price. So, head on over to The Wild Rose Press and enjoy!

Pull up a chair, romance junkies, because you’re going to need one. 🙂 Read on and you’ll see why, but one of my favorite authors, people really, has loaned us her newest hero for this week’s character chat. (If you haven’t read her other work, she writes rockin’ hot heroes). So, please welcome Dan “Wolf” Wolford, the hero of Santa Wore Leathers by the irrepressible Vonnie Davis!

Hiya, Wolf! Thanks for taking time out of your busy schedule to speak to a group of romance readers. Becca told me you balked when I first asked you to do the interview.

WOLF: (squirms in seat) Yes, I did. Your request sounded too much like a reporter wanting to interview me, and I have a real problem with reporters.

MAC: Isn’t Becca a reporter?

WOLF: Yes, she is and a damn good one too. But in the beginning of our relationship, I wasn’t very trusting of her. You see, my family lost our parents in a terrible fire set by an arson. Reporters hounded my younger sisters to the point Cassie, my baby sister, fell apart. I resigned my commission with the SEALS to come home and finish raising them. It took me a long time to get Cassie straightened out. She’s doing great now, but she really had me worried for a while. I don’t think she’d have sunk to such depths if the reporters hadn’t followed her everywhere, invaded every part of her life when she was numb with shock after losing Mom and Dad. So, reporters are not my favorite people.

MAC: I understand. Your dislike of Becca’s profession must have created some tension between you two.

WOLF: Tension? Oh, you have no idea the tension that woman caused me. Every day she’d go jogging with her dog. I’m telling you, the woman’s got these long, shapely legs that go clean to her waist. I’ve got drool marks on my front window from watching her jog past. And the first time I kissed her? Hell, I damn near forgot my name. Then there was the time she rode up on her crotch rocket in a pair of leather pants. I was hanging Christmas lights and nearly fell off the ladder when she leaned over and…

MAC: Uh, Wolf. I asked about her job.

WOLF: (Flashes a one-dimpled smile) Oh yeah. You meant a different kind of tension, didn’t you? Her job was something I had to work through and I thought I had at one point. Then something happened and my old attitude reared its ugly head.

MAC: Well, geez. Don’t stop there. What happened?

WOLF: I acted the ass and lost Becca for a while. Had to do a bit of groveling.

MAC: *humms low in her throat* I do love to see a good looking man grovel.

WOLF: *Slides to the edge of his seat, his muscled forearms between spread thighs* Hell, Mac, I even wrote a damn poem.

MAC: *coughs on a laugh* You didn’t!

WOLF: I did, and it worked too. *winks* I got the girl in the end. The girl and her thong-stealing dog.

MAC: *grins slyly* Becca faxed me a picture of you.

WOLF: Really? Let me guess. Me and Einstein, her German Shepherd?

MAC: *shakes head*

WOLF: Bet it’s the one of me in my SCUBA gear. She likes that one.

MAC: *leans head to the side* No. *ahem* I’d say you’re more out of your gear here. *extends photo to Wolf*

WOLF: Holy hell…I will paddle her sweet behind when I get home. She’s got a sick sense of humor, you know that?

MAC: Oh, Sweetie. You call that a sick sense of humor. The romance junkies and I call it pure eye candy… er, good taste.*winks*


There’s only one thing on Becca Sinclair’s Christmas list this holiday season – her very own column in the local paper. And if she can build a huge blog following, her wish just might come true.

Enter Dan “Wolf” Wolford aka the man-whore next door and the new star of Becca’s popular, post-divorce blog about men. A Navy SEAL turned commander of the Florida Marine Rescue Unit, Wolf’s the very definition of the word alpha – and with an endless rotation of women on his doorstep, this hunk on a Harley has Becca and her female followers all hot and bothered!

All Becca wants for Christmas is her newspaper column, right? But when she finds herself the target of Wolf’s irresistible attentions, her snarky comebacks become less and less convincing and, suddenly, she’s not so sure anymore…



Wolf strode to her townhouse, rang the doorbell and waited.

Finally, her door opened, and he was greeted with a scowl.

“What?” She tugged the lapels of her short white silky robe together.

“I…ah…” His gaze snagged on all those ample curves showcased by the slinky material. I…ah…”

“You said that already.” She fisted a hand on her hip.

Einstein cannonballed around Becca with something red clamped in his jaws. He streaked across the grass, his strong muscles propelling him as he circled both of their yards.

“Get back in here!” Becca pointed into her house.

Einstein loped across the grass and shrubbery, ignoring his owner’s command.

Maybe if he acted the hero and returned the pet to its owner, he’d gain a few brownie points. “Stay here. I’ll get him.” Wolf took off after the dog. Seeing he was being chased only made Einstein run faster. Wolf followed him twice around the yard in front of Becca’s house. The dog leapt over a flowerbed and stopped, his head lowered, shaking his prize, his hind end elevated, wiggling in excitement.

“Give me that.” Wolf stepped to the right around the flowerbed. The dog trotted to the left. In a quick move, he sprinted to the left and the dog dashed to the right. “Think you’re smart, don’t you?” He could have sworn the dog smiled. Wolf leapt across the blooms, hoping to grab the smartass canine. Once he’d grabbed the collar, they rolled, and Einstein yelped. Wolf grimaced as he, too, rolled across a low-growing cactus and into the trunk of a palm tree. “Dammit.”

The dog whined and dropped the fabric to lick and bite at the prickly thorns in his groin.

“Easy now, Einstein.” Wolf cooed as he slipped his Swiss army knife from the front pocket of his jeans.

“What’s wrong? What’s going on? What are you doing with that knife?” Becca tugged on the hem of her short robe and glanced up and down the street as if she thought to run out into the yard.

“Stay where you are. He’ll be fine. He’s got some thorns in his hide.” Wolf removed the tweezers stored in a slot of the knife and began extracting the offending needles. “We can’t have an awesome fella like you in pain now, can we?” He worked as quickly as he could. “One more, big guy, and then you’ll be fine.” The dog licked him several times. “Yeah, I like you too. Let’s keep what I’m about to do just between us, shall we?” He ran his fingers over the affected groin area, keeping his attentions on the dog’s reactions. “Looks like we got them all.”

“What in blue blazes are you doing to that dog? Are you performing some kind of ‘beasty-wildy’ on him?” Mrs. Minelli, his neighbor, punctured the air with her cane, her white eyebrows arched in question.

He fought the urge to laugh. “No, Mrs. Minelli. I was taking out thorns.”

She cocked her head to the side, her cataract-clouded eyes widened. “In his penis?”


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Whoot Whoot!

That Dating Thing, my lighthearted romance in the midst of Wall Street greed is free to download 11/5 through 11/9

The daughter of Wall Street’s most notorious stock swindler, dog trainer Rylee Pierce has perfected the art of flying beneath society’s radar. Prosecutor Cooper Reed is a threat to her carefully hidden truths, but how is a woman supposed to resist a man capable of handling a psychotic Great Dane while charming her out of her panties before she has the chance to blink?

Download at Amazon

Hey hey, romance junkies!

This week’s character for my What A Character Chat comes courtesy of a very special author, the awesome and very talented, Lisa Olech. Lisa, you see, is a friend of mine from childhood, so you can imagine how excited I was to learn she’d signed a contract with The Wild Rose Press for her debut title. Whoot, whoot! And when I learned the title and got a look at her holy crap cover, well, I’m not going to repeat what I said. This blog is PG, but look at that cover and you can guess. Yowza!

I’m sure you’re going to love Lisa and her writing as much as I do, especially after you get a taste of her imagination today. Please help me welcome, Jagger, her debut hero!

Hellooooo, Jagger!

Jagger: G’Day, Mac! Jagger Jones here from Lisa A. Olech’s bloody brilliant novel, PICTURE ME NAKED. How are you this fine day?

Mac: Ugh! And an accent too. That’s it, I’m toast. Ahem! I’m doing quite well, thank you. Before we start, how about telling us about your lovely story in 140 characters or less.

Jagger: I do love to run my mouth so this might be tough. Let’s see…140 letters…  I’m a life model and meet a lovely shelia named Zee. She’s a cocker of an artist who can’t see how bloody sexy she is. I change her mind.

Mac: Oh, my. I need a translator for some of that…but who cares?! *wink* What do you consider your biggest strength?

Jagger: I’d have to say my biggest strength is I’m pretty easy going. Gotta be to drop your britches in front of a bunch of strangers, right?

*Mac digs around under her desk for her fan*

Jagger: Guess I don’t sweat the small stuff. The way I figure it, life’s too damn short to twist your knickers over every little thing.

Mac: Jagger, sweetie, I believe you and I are kindred spirits. Although, I can’t recall ever uttering the word nickers in my life. Okay, biggest weakness?

Jagger: Well, before I met Zee, my biggest weakness was not sticking to one place long enough for the dust to settle on me. Now?  Hell, now my biggest weakness seems to be a certain curly haired lovey with a killer behind.

Mac: Lucky Zee. *grin* The romance genre is often heavy with heartbreaking conflict, but what makes you laugh?

Jagger: Oh, that’s an easy one. I love a right blue ripper! (Translation: a good dirty joke!)

Mac: I love a right blue ripper! LOL So, what was the toughest aspect of PICTURE ME NAKED for you and Lisa to work through?

Jagger: The toughest part was watching what Zee’s bludger of an ex did to her. He broke her spirit, ya know. He’d shoot his mouth off and say right nasty things. Made her feel stupid and ugly. But she stuck up for herself and fought back. She learned to believe in herself and her talent again. Came to see what I’d seen the whole time. Zee’s an incredible artist and she didn’t need to hide herself away. Beautiful and sexy comes in all shapes and sizes no matter what the bastards of this world say. Every shelia’s got something that makes her the loveliest creature on the planet. Watching Zee come to believe that was bloody fantastic.

Mac: Did I say Zee was lucky? Make that bloody lucky! Now, give us a short excerpt from your favorite scene in the book and tell us why it’s your favorite.  

Zee stopped breathing as his lips swept over hers. A single, featherlight caress. A small, tender kiss. His lips sipped upon hers. She sighed against the whispering touch. Their breath waltzed as he slanted his head and moved the softness of his lips to hers once more. The very tip of his tongue traced the edge of her lip before he teased her mouth again. She whimpered.

Jagger: ‘Course this is my favorite scene. I finally got to kiss Zee! Can you believe she made me put my pants back on first? Crazy shelia!

Mac: lmao. Poor Jagger. How about asking a question of our visitors?

Jagger: Okay, here’s a good one…Zee tells me she doesn’t understand how I can do what I do. Says she could never bring herself to pose nude for an artist. Could you?? And here’s another question. Have you all read PICTURE ME NAKED yet? If you haven’t, you should. It’s right awesome.

Mac: LOL It’s on my kindle just waiting for me to find the time to do you, I mean, the story, justice.

Jagger: Hey, thanks for the interview, Mac. Think I’ll go sun bake on Zee’s roof. It’s perfect out there.

Mac: I hope you’ll hang around for a few minutes. The visitors might have some questions of their own. In the meantime, let’s tell everyone where to find you and PICTURE ME NAKED, and Lisa too.

Buy link: Amazon

Lisa is an artist/writer living in her dream house nestled among the lakes in New England. She loves getting lost in a steamy book, finding the perfect pair of sexy shoes, and hearing the laughter of her men. Being an estrogen island in a sea of testosterone makes her queen. She believes in ghosts, silver linings, the power of a man in a tuxedo, and happy endings.

Lisa would love to hear from her readers. You can reach her at:

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