Check out this new release from our friend and fellow Dreamspinner author Tempeste O'Riley.
We just bought it and are reading it tonight but since it's from Tempeste, it has to be awesome. 

Kaden Thorn, a dental surgeon who lives a quiet life, has no hope of finding the love he craves. A vicious gay bashing cost him the use of his legs and confined him to a wheelchair. He has given up hope of finding a Dom or even a nonkink partner to love him. When his best friend practically forces him to attend a dinner party, the last thing he expects is a strong Dom who can see beyond his wheels.

Deacon James is an architect and a demanding Dom, but he has spent the past couple of years without a sub or partner. When an employee invites him to a dinner party to meet his girlfriend, Deacon smells a setup but agrees anyway. He prides himself on being an excellent judge of character, and when he meets the younger dentist, he sees past the chair and finds a sweet submissive man who more than piques his interest.

Kade's fears and demons continue to haunt him, challenging Deacon to use everything he's learned as a Dom to earn Kade’s trust and submission. Deacon's determined, though, willing to battle all of it to have Kade by his side and at his feet.

Click here to buy it from Amazon

Sweet Fire is available for Pre-Order on the Dreamspinner Press website. Woot!  Click here to see our book page there. 

Our release date is January 2 and we'll be visiting several other websites for interviews and guest blogs in the week following the release.  Come visit us.  See schedule in another post here.

Between Homeland Security's Gifted Agenda and the bigotry of a fearful populace, having paranormal Gifts is a dangerous thing. Pyrokinetic Aaron Flores knows firsthand how difficult it can be to control his power. Still, he runs his bakery and never gives up on finding his Happily Ever After. When Aaron's cousin asks him to check on her former EMT partner, Aaron’s chance has finally arrived. He's determined not to let anything stop him from catching (and keeping) his man.

Ramón Del Rio spent three days at the tender mercies of HOMSEC agents when his former partner was taken. He wants nothing to do with a Gifted guy, but Aaron is nothing if not persistent. He's a pastry chef after all, and the way to a man's heart really is through his stomach. The physical passion they share is the icing on the cake. Just when Ramón decides that having Gifts might not be a deal breaker, someone close to Aaron decides his fire needs to be put out—permanently. Ramón will have to face his fears to save them both.

 

Excerpt:

 

 

Ramón set a pair of tall green glasses on the table and slid onto the stool at right angles to his own chair, facing the dance floor.

“So you come here now and then, do you?”

Ramón’s cheek twitched. “Maybe a little more often than that.” He scanned the room and nodded at yet another person waving at him. “Most of the gay contingent of the county’s cops, firefighters, and EMTs come here. The band has a regular gig here too. They’re pretty good.”

“I bet they are, but the next time you say you’ve been somewhere a few times, I’ll have to assume you’re full of shit.”

Ramón grinned at him and raised his glass in a toast just as the sound system roared to life. The bass player plucked out an opening riff that had Ramón jerking his head around to stare at him, then dropping his face into his hand. Concerned, Aaron put a hand to his shoulder. What the hell? He didn’t understand what was going on until the bass player stopped and the lead singer stepped up to the mike.

“Looks like we have some old friends in the crowd tonight!” The man’s voice was deep and smoke-raspy, and he was looking right at their table. Ramón looked up and shook his head, clearly telling the man no way.

“Del Rio!” The massive drummer had a massive voice, and the chant was quickly picked up, first by the band and Ramón’s loud friends at the bar, then by the rest of the patrons.

“Rio! Rio! Rio!” Ramón pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes for a minute while Aaron stared incredulously. It was obvious as soon as they walked in that Ramón was well known here, but he certainly never expected anything like this.

It quickly became clear that the noise wasn’t going to stop until the man did whatever the hell it was they wanted. Ramón slid off his chair and touched Aaron’s cheek with an apologetic smile, then turned and walked quickly to the stage, while the chant turned into a roar of whistles and cheers. Merciful gods! Aaron watched in stunned amazement as Ramón, solid, serious Ramón set one hand on the edge of the stage and vaulted onto it. He stood with his back to the room for a long moment, plucking in what Aaron assumed was a nervous tic at the buttons at the cuffs and the front of his shirt.

Shocked as he was to see his quiet lover leap onto the stage, he was still unprepared for what came next. The oldies bass riff came again, and Ramón turned quickly around, ripping off his shirt at the same time. The dark cotton shirt drifted to the stage floor, leaving Ramón in a thin wifebeater tank that gleamed whitely against his beautiful copper-brown skin. Aaron tried to swallow with his suddenly dry throat and gulped at his sticky drink.

Somehow the smooth baritone voice was the least shocking part of this whole incredible experience. As a soulful rendition of “Stand By Me” rolled over him, Ramón held his eyes, and the rest of the room faded completely away.

The first verse and the chorus came to him from the stage, and then, miraculously, unbelievably, it got even better. On the second verse, as the rest of the band started a smooth vocal backup, Ramón took the small headset that the lead handed him and started down the stage stairs. His eyes never left Aaron’s as he prowled down the steps and skirted the dance floor toward their small table.

The second chorus came, intense and soulful, and Ramón’s hand slid down Aaron’s throat and chest, taking all the air out of his lungs in the process. He struggled to breathe as the instrumental break gave Ramón an opportunity to lean in and run his mouth butterfly light along Aaron’s jaw and over the sensitive spot under his ear. The tiny headset mike his lover wore picked up a faint echo of two pounding heartbeats that blended seamlessly with the heavy bass line. By the time he pulled away, it was all Aaron could do to let him go, watching with his heart in his throat, tears in his eyes, and all the blood in his body in his jeans. The final chorus brought Ramón back up to the stage, moving back up the stairs with that panther-like grace that kept the eye of every man in the room riveted to his magnificent body.

The song ended, and the crowd went wild. Aaron hardly heard any of it as he sat frozen in his chair, gripping his hideous green glass with one hand and pressing the other to his chest, trying to get his rioting pulse under control. An erratic flame danced wildly in the glass candleholder. Suddenly Ramón was there, sweeping him out of his seat and into his arms to a fresh surge of whistles and cheers from the crowd. The band started a new song, without Ramón this time, and the two of them moved effortlessly together on the dance floor. As the space filled up with grinding, gyrating men, Ramón’s mouth came down over his, and Aaron knew, without a doubt, that the happily-ever-after he’d been waiting for all his life was right here in his arms.

 

 

 

New Release by our friend Ryan Jo Summers

                                       

Please welcome our fellow Soul Mate author Ryan Jo Summers. Check out her November 24th release When Clouds Gather!

 

Click here to buy it on Amazon! What a pretty cover, right?4

Darby Adams has a full, happy life with a successful Bed and Breakfast Inn called 

'The Brass Lamplighter', her teenaged son, Matt, and a menagerie of stray pets she 

oversees. Then a guest is found dead in one of her rooms, murdered, stabbed to 

death. Suddenly she becomes Driftwood Shores' number one suspect. With her 

world spiraling out of control, she desperately needs a friend.

The surviving family wants answers so they hire private investigator Sam Golden 

to prove her guilt. Busy with his own rebellious, disobedient teen daughter, 

Madison, Sam takes the case. He begins in a dial role; in the guise of a much 

needed friend for Darby yet still planning to investigate and send her to prison. 

Then strange things start happening at the B & B--scary things. Darby leans on 

Sam's friendship and he has to seriously question her guilt or innocence, Until 

feelings start to develop between them in the heat of the mysteries. Until the day 

arrives Sam has to tell her the truth. Until someone kidnaps the children.

Reeling from Sam's confession, Darby knows she has to trust him to get their kids 

back. But can she ever trust him with her heart?

Excerpt:

Finding an empty cashier line, grateful for it, Darby piled groceries on the belt, tossing on a few tabloids for Matt and his friend and then stood, impatiently drumming her fingers, waiting for the total.

“Eighty four dollars and seventy-three cents,” the cashier announced, taking a step backward. Her look spoke volumes to Darby. The woman was scared witless.

She threw down four twenty-dollar bills and a five. “Keep the change,” she snapped, reaching out to pile the supplies into bags by herself. She’d never shopped without adequate assistance before. “And yes I am that woman. And no I haven't killed anyone, yet.” Slamming the bags back into the cart, she shoved it toward the exit, leaving both her change and a speechless cashier behind.

Stalking out to her car, she noticed the same group of people standing nearby. Her blood ran cold when she recognized the one who had followed her inside and grabbed her cart. He whispered something to his pals, glancing up and grinning as she walked by.

This is a peaceful town. His words echoed in her mind, still seeing his face, smelling his breath, as he leered close to her, holding her cart hostage.We don't want no murders going on round here. As if she did! The group collectively turned to face her, snickering and poking each other in the ribs.

Her parking spot seemed so far away. Behind her she could still hear their snickers and giggles. She could not get away fast enough. It had to be on the other side of that big red van.

Rounding the van, her eyes fell on her car, relief quickly washing away as her heart plummeted in her chest. Stuck to the windshield was a poster bearing tall red letters spelling out the words 'Murderer Go Home'. Still wet, the paint ran down the poster, giving the illusion of fresh blood. Her hand going to her belly, Darby stared at the gruesome sight, her stomach rolling and pitching as nausea rose from within her.

“Oh, God.”

Suddenly, she noticed something else. Panic welled up inside as she stepped closer, jaw dropping in shock.

“Oh no. God, no.”

Tears of frustration stung her eyes as she stared at the damage, not able to believe what she was seeing. Both right side tires were hopelessly flat.

A white-hot bolt of rage tore through her. She whipped the poster off the windshield, wadding it up and tossing it to the ground, grinding it into the pavement with her shoe. Giving in to the mounting emotions, hot tears slid down her cheeks as she stared at her crippled car.

Now what?

It's a mat. It's a rug. No, it's a corgi!

This is me after getting ready for two book release blog tours in two months. Done. Just done.  We have all kinds of fun guest blog appearances coming up and we're ready! Here's the schedule for a bunch of fun coming up. Please come and see us for bits and pieces on partner writing, our publishing journey, and lots of new book stuff.



Remaining stops on our Healer release blog tour:

November 21, 2014 Guest spot with Joanne Guidoccio http://joanneguidoccio.com/blog/ 

November 25, 2014 - Guest spot with our fellow RWA chapter member Bonnie Paulson www.bonniepaulson.com

December 5. 2014 Guest spot with CD Hersh https://cdhersh.wordpress.com/

We're having company:

December 5, 2014 We're hosting fellow Soul Mate author Ryan Jo Summers for her November release When Clouds Gather.  Welcome Ryan Jo.

Sweet Fire release blog tour:

January 2 Happy New Year!  Happy Release Day!  Interview with J. Scott Coatsworth at www.queerscifi.com

January 3 - All day blog takeover of the Dreamspinner Press blog site. Entries every few hours with lots of excerpts and fun info.  http://dreamspinnerpress.com/blog/

 January 4 Visit with Tracy St. John, Queen of Kalqorians at Wicked Words, www.tracystjohn.blogspot.com (Sexiest aliens ever! I own every book.)

January 5 Guest blog with Tara Lain, creator of the Harker Pack series,  a new twist on shifters, among other awesome books http://taralain.com.
 
January 6 Guest blog with Dreamspinner author Anne Barwell at Drops of Ink http://anne-barwell.livejournal.com.
 

January 7(?) This date's not for sure yet.  Guest spot with Tempeste O’Riley, (wait a minute while I go all fangirl over her Designs of Desire series. OK, we can go on now.) http://tempesteoriley.com/blog/
 

 January 12 Guest spot with Elizabeth Noble on Emotion in Motion http://www.elizabeth-noble.com

 

 

You write WHAT with your mother? EEEEWWWWW!

Between writer’s conferences and blog tours, we get that kind of question a lot. “How could you write sex scenes that your daughter’s going to read?” or “My mother would wash my mouth out with soap if I wrote that for her. How can you do that?”  People simply can’t imagine how a mother/daughter team can write steamy romance together.  The answer is, “Pretty damn easily.” We trust each other, and that’s all it really takes to make this work. Who better to trust that much, since I’ve known her literally all her life.

Successful co-writing is all about trust. You have to trust your partner’s skill, her work ethic, her judgment,  and her morals.  You have to trust that she’ll do what she says she’ll do, share the load and the spotlight and that she’ll judge your words on the merits of the work, not on some weird pre-conceived notion of what “normal people” (read “anyone except us") would do.

I’m not sure I even know what “Normal” is.  My own mother is a little woman with snow-white hair who looks like everyone’s grandmother, makes lovely quilts and crocheted hats in her spare time, and has a rap-sheet for civil disobedience and political activism a mile long. (Give ‘em Hell, Grandma!) My daughter, while barely old enough to drink in our state, is a purple-haired bi-sexual who writes hot gay and straight romance when she’s not taking on the establishment as an award winning journalist.  I may look like a mild-mannered accountant/soccer mom on the surface but only to people who don’t really know me.  Screw Normal. It’s over-rated.

When Shannen and I first decided to write a book together, we did have a few awkward moments.  Neither one of us had ever written romance, and the first sex scenes that each of us wrote were a little traumatic.  Those pages underwent a lot of revisions before the final product that you see in Healer. The point is that we trusted each other to think of the work first and foremost, and to judge the words only on how they contributed to the book. Any weirdness passed quickly and now we can trade our pages back and forth without any squikiness at all.  I can let her know, without blushes, when she needs to slow down and give us more details, because we’re writing a love story, not a journalistic exposé.  And she doesn’t hesitate to lay it out for me when my mild-mannered alter ego gets the upper hand for a moment (“No, Mom, a guy living in an apartment over his mom’s garage is NOT sexy. Ever!)

We felt a little bit notorious at the Emerald City conference last month as other writers marveled that we could do this sort of thing together. People we’d never met introduced themselves and couldn’t wait to hear how we do it, comparing it to their own family relationships and just shaking their heads.  All I could tell them is that it does work.  My co-author is smart, talented and driven and we’ve been working together on one project or another all her life. We know each other’s strengths and weaknesses and there’s no one I trust more.  That’s everything.  That’s how it works.

Healer - now available on Amazon!

Healer in now available on Amazon! You can purchase our debut novel here.  
We would love for each and every one of you to give Healer a read, and if you like it, leave us an Amazon review! It helps people find our book and lets potential readers know that it's good stuff. ;) 
Ta-ta for now - happy reading! 

Healer available for pre-sale!!!

HEALER IS AVAILABLE FOR PRE-SALE ON AMAZON!!!! Yaaaaay! You can purchase it here.  It will be released October 8. This book has truly been a labor of love, and we're so thankful to those who have helped us along the way. 

So BUY BUY BUY! (Just kidding. But not really.) It can be read on e-readers, or on the computer using the free Amazon Kindle app. Paper books will follow in a few months. We're thrilled and we hope you are, too! Curl up for a good read, then tell us what you think in the comments!