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fair-playSavannah Morrison is the new athletic trainer for the Moncton Ice Cats, a professional hockey team in the wilds of New Brunswick. It’s a good thing she’s got plenty of knowledge and grit, because as the only female trainer in the league, she has to work twice as hard to win the players’ respect. The last thing on earth she would do is date one of them.

Twelve-year hockey veteran Garrick LeBlanc isn’t ready to hang up his skates, particularly since he hasn’t figured out what the hell he’s planning to do next. He needs the new trainer to keep him fit to play, and she’s got the skills to do it. Too bad he lost his mind and hit on her the day they met. Now she hates his guts and he’s made an art of ignoring her.

When the team is put up for sale, Garrick and Savannah have to work together to save their jobs and their team. Somewhere along the way, they discover Garrick isn’t just a hockey player, Savannah isn’t only passionate about her work, and just maybe they’ve got more in common than they thought.

Why do you need to read this book? This book is the first of a trilogy – although I really didn’t have any intention of reading more than this one at first. Often erotic romances lack decent plot and character development – maybe as a trade off for the steaminess of the book. This book quickly grabbed my attention and kept me reading to the end. Once there I went searching for the next two in the series. I love Ms Wayland’s writing style and I love what she does with characters. I’m on to book #2!

Fair Play is available on Amazon

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18138325Trapped with a billionaire in his mysterious mansion… Can she beat him at his own game?

Lily Frazer would do anything to save the Frazer Center for the Arts—even take on the infamous billionaire Calder Cunningham. When Lily breaks onto the Cunningham estate, she only wants to find and reason with Calder. (All right, all right, she wants to punch him in the face, too, but that’s Plan B.) As it turns out, the arrogant billionaire is willing to give her the money he promised, but there’s a catch: she must win it from him.

And the games he has in mind aren’t exactly… innocent.

Lily isn’t about to give up the money without a fight (or let some haughty bastard seduce her), but she quickly discovers that there might be more to the brooding Calder than she initially perceived. As their games of cat and mouse become increasingly sexual in nature, she suddenly finds herself confused by her own emotions. Can she deny her attraction long enough to win the money she needs?

A contemporary, steamy take on Beauty and the Beast, His Wicked Games is a tale of devilish deeds, wild passions, and wicked romance.

Why do you need to read this book? I loved the interaction between Calder and Lily. They simply sparked off of one another!

His Wicked Games can be purchased from Amazon

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It’s time to announce a change here at Sugarbeat’s Books. I’ve decided that I won’t be accepting anymore outside submissions for my blog. I won’t be accepting books from authors in exchange for a review, I won’t be doing any other features by request.


To be honest, I haven’t been accepting reviews requests in some time. I found it upsetting to have to tell an author I didn’t like their book. Frankly, I don’t want to finish a book that I’m not enjoying. I have lots of books in the house so I would rather just move on to the next one in my TBR pile.


In August 2010 when I first started this blog, it never really occurred to me that anyone would read what I had to say. I’ve been pleasantly surprised and honored to have met some wonderful fellow readers via my blog. I remember reading a post early on about a blogger getting free books and was amazed. It never occurred to me to start blogging to get free books – I just wanted the technological challenge of creating a blog, and the freedom to express my thoughts on the books that I loved.


The free books started coming. With them were authors who wanted someone to talk about their book. Someone to like their book and to help them promote it.


Isn’t the expression, “There isn’t any free lunch”?


With free books comes not only a responsibility, but it also turns a hobby into work. Along with the increased visibility of a blog comes an increase in the requests from authors. I get hundreds of requests each month. There’s only me. I don’t have a staff of reviewers. I quickly found the requests overwhelming. In fact 6 months ago, I figured out that I was spending about 10 hours each week simply responding to emails. 10 hours that I could be reading. So I started only responding to emails for the books that I was interested in.


Stories periodically bubble to surface on social media about authors responding poorly to what in some cases aren’t even bad reviews. That made me even more nervous about accepting requests from authors that I didn’t know in some fashion.


The latest fervor to hit social media was an author stalking a reviewer for comments about a book that frankly weren’t as bad as others that were posted. This situation was recently discussed at a conference that I attended. The blogger that was giving the talk stated that she had contingency plans in place to protect her kids  and her family if she was threatened. My mind came to a screeching halt. The fact that my hobby would put my family in danger was appalling to me.


At that point I knew that I needed to put my family’s safety ahead of my hobby.


From now on, I’ll be posting my thoughts about books that I like, that I’ve acquired from the used bookstore or the library – just like I did when I was first starting out. I won’t be taking any outside requests. Going back to the way I started!


It pains me to be writing this post, but the world that existed when I first started blogging all those years ago isn’t the world that exists now. I hope that my readers will continue to enjoy my thoughts on the books that I’ve read, and share their thoughts with me. I also hope that authors understand the position that I have been forced to take.

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When You Give a Duke a Diamond (First story in the Jewels of the Ton series)
He had a perfectly orderly life…
William, the sixth Duke of Pelham, enjoys his punctual, securely structured life. Orderly and predictable—that’s the way he likes it. But he’s in the public eye, and the scandal sheets will make up anything to sell papers. When the gossip papers link him to Juliette, one of the most beautiful and celebrated courtesans in London, chaos doesn’t begin to describe what happens next…

Until she came along…
Juliette is nicknamed the Duchess of Dalliance and has the cream of the nobility at her beck and call. It’s disruptive to have the duke who is the biggest catch on the Marriage Mart scaring her other suitors away. Then she discovers William’s darkest secret and decides what he needs in his life is the kind of excitement only she can provide…


Why do you need to read this book? I love everything that Shana Galen has written – sometimes it takes me a while to get to her books and this one was published some time ago. Her writing is sparkling. That’s the best description I have. The action sparkles off the page. Totally delightful!


When you Give A Duke A Diamond is available from Amazon 

Excerpt (from the author’s website):

Now she wanted to sleep. She should not have stayed out so late, but the play had been witty, Vauxhall Gardens filled with the most entertaining men and women in London, and before she had realized, it was nearly morning. Rosie would have a difficult task ahead of her if Juliette was to look stunning at Carlton House tonight.

“Yes, Hollows, do rouse Mary and send her to my chamber.” Juliette felt badly about waking the girl—she, Hollows, and Cook were the only servants not given the night off—but Juliette did not relish sleeping in her stays and gown, and she could not get them off by herself. Once she was undressed, she would send Mary back to bed and finish her toilette on her own.

Juliette started up the steps. “Off to bed with you, Hollows,” she said over her shoulder. “I shan’t need you for several hours.”

“Yes, Duchess.”

Juliette’s feet felt like cannonballs—not that she had ever touched a cannonball—but she imagined they were impossibly heavy. Why had she agreed to so many dances? No, she had never been good at denying herself pleasure when it was to be had, and tonight the music had been lively, the gentlemen agreeable, and her spirits high. She could have danced until noon.

Thank God she hadn’t. One day she would learn to think of the consequences before she acted.

She stepped onto the first floor landing and started for the stairs to the second floor, where her bedchamber was located. The doors to the drawing room were closed, but Juliette paused when she heard a sound from within. She stopped, pressed her ear to the doors, and listened.


She shook her head. She was so tired, her mind was deceiving her.

She started for the steps again and heard an unmistakable thump. Whirling, she did not hesitate but ran straight to the banister. “Hollows!” Her heart hammered in her chest. “Hollows! C—”

A hand clamped over her mouth, and she was propelled backward, losing one slipper as she was dragged.


He had come for her, as he’d vowed he would. She’d grown complacent, dismissing her additional footmen for the night. How could she have been so foolish? Now he would kill her. Hollows, who was rather hard of hearing, would never even hear her scream.

Juliette kicked and clawed, but she couldn’t escape. The man—she assumed it was a man because the hands were so large—had grasped her about the waist to haul her back more quickly. His hand on her mouth tightened and began to cut off her air. She tried to gasp in a breath as the drawing room doors slammed, and a man she did not know stepped before them.

“Hello, Duchess,” he said.

She blinked and swallowed, still trying to catch her breath.

It wasn’t Oliver. Thank God.

The man dressed stylishly in black. His hair was the color of midnight with a streak as white as the pearls at her throat. He smiled at her, but his eyes were dark and menacing. Juliette thought perhaps she might reserve her thanks a few more moments.

“I’d like to have a brief chat,” the man said. “Gabriel, she’s turning purple. Do lift your hand. You won’t scream, will you, Duchess?”

She shook her head, having every intention of screaming as soon as this Gabriel removed his paw from her mouth. Even if Hollows didn’t hear, the cook or Mary might.

“Good because if you do, you won’t like the consequences—for you and whoever comes to your aid.”

Gabriel removed his hand, and Juliette kept her mouth clamped shut. Something about the man in black made her believe he could make her very sorry indeed if she did not do as he bid. She had been made very sorry before for disobedience and, subsequently, had become quite good at doing as she was told. For a decade she had been her own independent woman, but now she felt seventeen again. All her survival instincts resurfaced.

She stepped away from the man called Gabriel and cut her eyes to take in the room. The usually stylish, immaculate room was in complete shambles. The expensive drapes had been ripped to ribbons, the newly upholstered chair cushions spilled their filling, antique lamps were overturned, and the heavy drawers scattered their contents on the rug.

Escape was her only salvation. She had to find a means to escape. But she couldn’t allow these men to know she was afraid or planned to run. The punishment would come faster then.

“Looking for something?” she croaked.

The man in black smiled again, and this time it almost reached his obsidian-colored eyes. “Very perceptive, Duchess. May I call you Duchess?” He moved smoothly to a toppled chair, righted it, and sat as though he was perfectly at ease. As though this were his home, not hers.

Juliette bristled, but she was too adept at hiding her emotions to show it. The Countess of Sinclair had taught her well.

“I prefer Mrs. Clifton,” she said, though no one had called her that in years. Oliver had used that name, and she’d come to hate it. But it seemed appropriate at this moment.

“Why don’t I call you Juliette? It seems fitting as we are going to be good friends, Juliette.”

Her throat tightened. She had to get out of here. “And what should I call you?” she asked coolly.

“Lucifer, of course. Do you know what I want to discuss, Juliette?”

She shook her head. Dear God, she prayed he wasn’t going to rape her. Her mind was racing, trying to place him. But he wasn’t familiar to her at all. She didn’t think she could have spurned him. She would have remembered, and she was always gentle with those whose attentions she rejected.

Could Oliver have sent him?

No, her former husband liked to do his own work. “Actually, I don’t know what you wish to discuss, Lucifer,” Juliette replied with strained politeness. “I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage.”

“Oh, come, come. We are friends. We can be honest with one another.”

She shook her head, cutting her gaze to the drawing room doors. If she ran, could she make it in time? Even as the thought occurred to her, Gabriel—large and blond—stepped in front of the doors and crossed his arms.

“I am being honest with you,” she said to Lucifer, panic rising in her throat now. “I don’t know you.” But even as she spoke she could see he didn’t believe her. She could see she was doomed.

Lucifer raised a brow. “But I know you, and I know you have something of mine. Now, are you going to tell me about the diamonds, or am I going to have to find more creative methods of loosening your tongue?”

© Shana Galen

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Today we are going to do something a bit different. A collection of bloggers have gotten together to share our thoughts following the most recent uproar on social media regarding the actions of an author in response to some sharing their thoughts about her book.

We invite you to not only read all our thoughts, but to join us with your thoughts. Either leave comments on one of the posts, or create your own and in blogger fashion – link your post to ours using the Linky Thing at the bottom of my post.

 Reviewers vs Book Bloggers vs Readers

Funny Baby Girl In Glasses Reading A Book In A Library Yet again, we find ourselves in the middle of a fervor over another author and Goodreads member interaction gone bad. Every time a situation like this occurs on social media, terms are thrown around like weapons. “Authors” point at “Book Bloggers” and vice versa. “Authors comment on the skill level of ‘Reviewers.” It seems that anyone who shares their thoughts on books is called a “reviewer“, but are they? And why is it necessary for us to use these term?


Reviewer….Book Blogger….Reader.

I’m a science grad, so I’m really big on definitions! Let’s define these terms.

When I look the term ‘Reviewer’ up in the dictionary I find the following:

  •  a person who writes critical appraisals of books, plays, movies, etc., for publication.
  •  a person who formally assesses or examines something with a view to changing it if necessary.

I looked up the term ‘reviewer’ in several dictionaries and the definitions were all very similar. They all contained the words formal and critical. In other words, a reviewer creates something that is well thought out, detailed, possibly follows an accepted pattern and involves finding pros and cons.

Seems like a pretty complicated thing, this review! Sounds like something that I’ve read in major newspapers or some leading literary publications. Honestly, it sounds like something I would read in the New York Times, not something that I would write on my blog.

Is there any wiggle room in the term ‘Reviewer?’ For example, some Reviewers seem to have a professional certification in the task of reviewing? I would image Reviewers that work for some of the major publications have some qualifications that I don’t have – degree in Literature or Creative Writing at the very least. I don’t have these qualifications – I just have a love of books.

So maybe we should have “Reviewers” and ‘reviewers.’ When we create two types of reviewers, we allow for professionals and amateurs.

Let’s think on this for a bit.

A Book Blogger is someone who has created a blog or website where they talk about books. The key point here is that they need the website or blog. Someone who talks about books on their Facebook page is someone who talks about books on their Facebook page – they are NOT Book Bloggers. Likewise, someone who shares their thoughts about books on Amazon or Goodreads but does not have a blog or website is also NOT a Book Blogger.

Let’s think on this for a bit and move on to the term reader.

Let’s define a reader as anyone who picks up the written word in whatever language and peruses it. Notice I didn’t say ‘read.’ I’m a voracious reader, but sometimes when I pick up a book, I skim. I wouldn’t say I read. Sometimes I’m trying to get to the ‘good part’…

Readers are pretty cool people, if I do say so myself. If you sit down beside someone reading a book – on the subway, in the dance studio, or wherever you find one – and ask them “Is that book good?” They’ll tell you.  They may tell you in one word, or you may start a half hour conversation. Most readers love to share their opinion of the books that they read. When you get to the end of a good book, don’t you just want to talk about it with someone? I know that I do.

Let’s talk about the places you can talk or share about that book that you just finished reading.  For those of us who kick it old school, we tell a friend. We meet them for coffee or pick up the phone and gush over how great a book was. When we go into work the next day, we tell coworkers.

I have a book blog and I share my thoughts about the books that I love on my blog. I don’t have anyone in my real life that reads the same books that I do, but I have many followers who share my reading tastes. What is also interesting is that I can share my thoughts with people around the world. Within minutes of my posting some thoughts about a book, my friend from Qatar can be reading them.  Pretty cool! I don’t just share my thoughts with one or two people, I share them with thousands.

A reader that doesn’t have a blog or website (and even those who do) has other options than just sharing with a neighbor or co-worker. They can post their thoughts on a wide variety of platforms, including Goodreads, Booklikes, Shelfari, Library Thing, or any of the retailers (i.e. Amazon or Barnes & Noble).

Let’s face it, people have been sharing their thoughts on books for many, many years.  They share their thoughts to the level of their ability.

Do we expect the same level of detail or knowledge from an amateur as a professional? Of course not, that would be silly. Would we expect the same level of coherency in a review from a 12 year old as we would from a university graduate with a degree in Literature? Of course not, that would also be silly. Just like in life, we don’t expect 12 year olds to have the same level of maturity as adults. But we still encourage them to share an opinion.

Would you be offended if someone sat beside you on the bus, asked you your opinion about the book you were reading, and then told you, you weren’t old enough to have an opinion? Or told you that because you don’t have a university degree, that your opinion is invalid. I know I would be.

I rarely pay attention to ‘professional’ reviews. I put more stock in what my friends say about a book. I also frequently pick up a book because of something I read in a fellow blogger’s review – especially a negative review. Either I can’t believe that a book I was looking forward to reading is REALLY THAT BAD and I need to find out for myself, or something that my friend finds objectionable makes me want to read that book.

Do we want to live in a society where only other authors can have an opinion on books? Wouldn’t that be the same as one where only chefs can tell us if our meal is good, and only other artists can have an opinion of a painting?

I don’t want to live in that kind of world. I love the look on the face of someone who just read a book that I recommended to them. Equally, I love an hour’s discussion on the pros and cons of a book the lady sitting next to me at the dance studio is reading. This makes my day, if not, my whole week sometimes.

I’m very careful with words. I’m an author. Am I splitting hairs over terms? When they are used as weapons, you betcha.

Instead of using the labels of ‘Reviewer’ or ‘Book Blogger’ as weapons, or dismissing someone’s opinion about a book that they have just finished reading, shouldn’t we be thankful for 2 things:

1)   The fact that someone is talking about a book – I would think that silence is worse

2)   The fact that books are being bought and authors are being paid.

To think that someone expressing a negative comment about a book will ruin a career is to dismiss the intelligence of readers. In fact, if negative reviews ruin an author’s career, JK Rowlings and EL James should not be millionaires!

We don’t have to be ‘Book Bloggers’ or ‘Reviewers’ to determine the difference between someone venting in a nasty way and someone sharing their honest thoughts about a book they have just read. Most readers can do that.


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I would like to welcome back Mike Hartner to the blog today. He is here to share some info and an excerpt of his newest release I, James. If you think you would be interesting in reading, please find some buy links below!

Book Description:

I James

James Crofter was ripped from his family at age 11. Within a year the prince was a pauper in a foreign land. Is nature stronger than nurture? And even if it is, can James find the happiness he so richly desires? I, James is the second book in The Eternity Series.

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About the Author: 

Mike Hartner was born in Miami in 1965. He’s traveled much of the continental United States. MIke HartnerHe has several years post secondary education, and experience teaching and tutoring young adults. Hartner has owned and run a computer firm for more than twenty-five years. He now lives in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada, with his wife and child. They share the neighborhood and their son with his maternal grandparents.

Connect with Mike:

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My name is James, and I am the second son of Walter and Maria. My mother is Princess of Castile, now Spain, and my father is ruler of the whole of the Iberian Empire that includes Portugal. Yes, Spain and Portugal are united, which occurred during grandfather Juan’s grandfather’s time. It happened such a long time ago, it boggles my mind. Walter, my father, is Walter Crofter, an Englishman who ran away from home when he was 11 and made his life on the sea. His story is one to behold, as every time he stuck to his beliefs something good happened to him, and history has proved this true. I loved listening to him tell stories about his youth. In truth, the earliest memories I have of my own childhood were the times when father described his days at sea. He’d tell me and my older brother, who is named after my father, about his adventures after he ran away from home and drifted around the countryside for two years before he found himself in Bristol, England. My father had been walking around the port, trying to figure out a way to earn a meal, when he approached a ship and a man I later knew as Uncle Bart called to him to come aboard. He gave my father work, and the next thing he knew he was a merchant seaman in the service of the Crown. Other nights, my father would relate intricate tales about Uncle Bart, and what growing up on a merchant ship was really all about. I found it fascinating that the trading they did was a ruse for my uncle’s serving as a diplomatic liaison between countries, since Uncle Bart was the King of England’s brother. My father would describe in detail the way my real uncle Carlos claimed Aunt Melanie, while protecting her from pirates and coming to live in San Sebastian after they married. It was Mother, though, who would tell us all about our father’s heroics, and how he protected her and rescued her from pirates. She would explain, by vividly recounting the pirate battles she’d witnessed, how he often single-handedly protected the rest of the crew, and how he also saved Uncle Bart’s life on more than one occasion. And every time she’d tell these stories my father would blush. Tales of his heroics always came from Mother, why, I’ll never know, but my father never seemed uncomfortable cast as a hero.

And these stories were told over and over again, as my older brother Walter and I loved to hear her talk so affectionately about our father. When the adventures were finished, my father would send us to sleep with the phrase, “Good night, sweet princes. May all your dreams be filled with love and happiness.” And for the most part, they were, as I loved my family.

A large part of my upbringing included my studies. My father made it clear that it was my responsibility to learn the lessons that were set in front of me by my teachers so that I would gain the knowledge to make good decisions as I grew older.

Around the house, we spoke both Catalan and English. Father’s native tongue was English, of course, and even though he spoke Catalan, he had difficulty pronouncing many of the words and phrases. Mother would laugh and correct him, and then me, as I generally repeated what he said, even though I knew he’d mispronounced something. For my part, English was particularly useful when my cousins came to visit.

Of all the subjects, my main interest by far was numbers. Very early on, I learned I could reckon numbers at least as well as the tutors could, and often faster. But I also liked history, and when my grandfather, Juan, came to visit, which was several times a year, he would teach me about our country’s rich past. He explained our family’s background and the culture of Iberia as a whole. He said that our relatives have worked hard to bring peace to the region for centuries, and that our family even fought alongside El Cid 500 years earlier. He referred to Spanish prime minister Gaspar de Guzmán, who was also the Count of Olivarez among other titles, as money grubbing and warring. Grandfather said taxes were painfully high and for this reason he was certain a revolt was coming.

Grandfather once told us that he was in favor of starting over with Catalonia and purging the rest of the government’s ministers. That was an interesting comment from someone who was the king of Northern Spain, and especially since he had watched our mother country become diminished greatly in the eyes of the world. One of the country’s greatest problems was safely transporting gold and silver, as it was being stolen with alarming regularity before the coin reached the treasury.

Even at a young age, I thought about easier ways to take money from place to place, and how to secure it along the way. It was obvious from grandfather’s concern that securing the money was the only way to show the rest of the world that Spain had control of its money. And showing control of the money would give Spain a means to regain its former status. I was enjoying the learning process, and I asked grandfather so many questions he sometimes laughed and said I made his head spin. I was having a good time with everyone in my family, but it would not be that much longer before I would have some serious responsibilities, of this I was certain. True to my prediction, that spring I helped the vintner prune the vines that grew the grapes to make the wine we sold in France. And just as we were finishing this task and the summer season was fast approaching, Uncle Carlos and his family came to stay at the hacienda. Aunt Melanie and my cousins spent an additional month with us before they had to go home. Uncle Carlos had gone in a different direction in a carriage followed by many wagons, all carrying kegs of wine that we had been storing from past harvests.

Soon after everyone left I was given new responsibilities that included helping to take care of the horses, goats and pigs. At night, I’d dream of happy things like friends and contests and sword fights where no one really got hurt. Yes, the dreams were always happy. At least, that is, until my younger sister, Susanah, was born in the January following my eighth birthday.

In April, my mother asked me to look after Susanah for a short while, as she had fed and burped her and it was now my turn to entertain the new baby.

My sister fascinated me. She was always smiling. She was happy. And the way she looked at me when I held her, or played with her, was beautiful. Her little hands could barely grasp one of my fingers. Her body was not much longer than my forearm. And I loved her. I loved playing with her; I loved holding her; I loved watching her toss her arms around and squeal with joy. We played for a little over an hour when she started to cry. I held her head just below my shoulder and above my heart. She quieted quickly and went to sleep. I marveled at how fragile she was, and I gently placed Susanah on her bed and went to see my mother.

“Who’s watching Susanah?” my mother asked.

“I put her on her bed after she fell asleep on my chest,” I said, somewhat proudly. “You’re such a good brother,” Mother said, patting my head as she spoke.

When I went to check on my little sister an hour later, my piercing wail of ‘Noooo!” brought everyone in the house to Susanah’s bedside. There I was, holding this tiny child, and she was all blue and not breathing. After that my dreams were not always pleasant.

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212618Lady Whistledown Tells All!

Society is abuzz when the Season’s most promising debutante is jilted by her intended—only to be swept away by the deceitful rogue’s dashing older brother—in New York Times bestseller Julia Quinn‘s witty, charming, and heartfelt tale.

When the scandalous actions of his beautiful fiancée are recorded in Lady Whistledown’s column, a concerned groom-to-be rushes back to London to win his lady’s heart once and forever, in Suzanne Enoch‘s enchanting romantic gem.

Karen Hawkins captivates with an enduring story of a handsome rogue whose lifelong friendship—and his heart—are tested when the lovely lady in question sets her cap for someone else.

A dazzling and delightful tale by Mia Ryan has a young woman cast out of her home by an insufferable yet charming marquis—who intends to take possession not only of the house… but its former occupant as well!

The Further Observations of Lady Whistledown is available from Amazon

Why do you need to read this book? All fans of Lady Whistledown need to read this book to get another fix :) If you don’t know who Lady Whistledown is…you still need to read this book!

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13104070Black Cat
Lar has existed as a cat for a thousand years, with all the discomforts and indignities that go along with it. But when he’s adopted by Belinda and wakes up no longer a cat, but as a man and in her bed, can his curse finally be at an end? For more about the characters of Grace and Donna from Black Cat, look for Just Desserts by Cat Johnson.

Friends with Benefits
Meg thinks she’s getting the best of both worlds when she and her friend Jeff decide to start having sex with no strings attached, until Meg suddenly finds that, strings or not, she’s become attached to Jeff. The question is, does Jeff feel the same, or is there a new woman in his life?

The last thing Brad wants to do is attend leadership school over the 4th of July holiday. How could the Army think it was a good idea to schedule training in Georgia in July? When his roommate Joe suggests they go see the fireworks and they run into Mary Jo, Joe’s first love there, Brad soon realizes things are only going to get a whole lot hotter. Especially once he discovers that Joe likes to share.

The Soldier and the Siren
After having his heart torn out by a Dear John letter while deployed, David returns home without much hope of things getting better. Then he heard her voice and his whole world changed.

The Rookie (a Studs in Spurs series deleted scene)

This 2,500 word deleted scene from Bucked (Studs in Spurs, Book 2) features Mustang, Chase and one lucky woman who gets to know them better. It’s not a complete story, nor is it a happily-ever-after romance, but it is a smoking hot threesome scene fans of the series, and readers of Bucked will love.

Eight Second Ride (a Studs in Spurs series short story)
Young pro bull rider Chase Reese learns a lesson about women the hard way, but makes a friend in the process in this high energy, action packed 3,000 word single scene. Written as a “thank you” to the fans of the Studs in Spurs series who requested more of Chase. See more of Chase and his fellow bull riders Slade and Mustang in the Studs in Spurs series by Cat Johnson and don’t miss Chase’s book Ride (Studs in Spurs, Book 3).

Cat Snips is available on Amazon

Why do you need to read this book? Cat Snips is perma-free I believe. I picked up a copy for free and was quickly drawn into these short hot little stories. Worth more than the price I paid :)

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1635654Lady Pearl Moreston would first sacrifice her virtue and live life as a chambermaid before she’d acquiesce to her stepmother’s demands and wed overbred Lord Bellowsworth! In fact, posing as a maid is precisely what Pearl does to escape her fate — a deception that could prove disastrous for the impetuous bluestocking. Luckily, Luke St. Clair comes to her rescue. Now here is a man worth losing one’s innocence to: strong, dashing, daring, worldly…and nary a drop of noble blood in him!Luke is intrigued by this minx who seems unusually knowing for her tender years…and whose intoxicating beauty makes him light-headed in her presence. But Luke is not the adventurer the winsome Pearl believes him to be. And though her soft, succulent lips are begging to be kissed, Luke is honor-bound to never reveal to her his true identity. Yet how long can passion’s flames be restrained before two delightful deceivers are forced to drop their masks and surrender to the sweet, sensual fire?


Rogue’s Honor can be purchased on Amazon

Why do you need to read this book? I loved this book and am currently working my way through the rest of this series. Lady Pearl and Luke St. Clair are great characters – well written. The story had me flipping pages and reading as fast as I could only to be sad when the story ended and I had to go searching for more!  Pick up this book right away!


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2238248Kate Collier is still recovering from a vicious rape and trying to make a success of her dress shop when Jason Randal and Anthony Richards return to London from the Continent, intent on winning her. She’s known them for years, ever since they served with her late husband in the Peninsula against Napoleon. She’d been in love with them for almost that long. To discover they feel the same is a shock, but Kate isn’t ready to turn her life back over to a man, or men. Jason and Tony prove hard to resist, however, especially when their close friendship blossoms into desire for each other as they make Kate’s body burn with passion. The combination of their insatiable desire for her and their journey into a sexual relationship with one another is irresistible to Kate. A nightmare from her past tries to keep them apart, but the three long for a life together in spite of society’s censure, and they will not be denied. Reader advisory: Contains male/male sex scenes.


The Courage to Love can be purchased from Amazon

Why do you need to read this book? The Courage to Love describes the love story between Kate, Jason and Anthony – a beautiful story of love and healing. Bring the tissues!



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