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Happy Monday! Please welcome my friend and contemporary romance author Zoe York, who is toying with us this week, releasing her latest Wardham Series cover a puzzle piece at a time, and fitting them all together at her site, www.zoeyork.com. Here is the piece she sent me, and below that, an exclusive excerpt from the book, which will be released in October:



EXCERPT

“Go grab the laptop and find a recipe. I’ve got sugar and eggs, what else do you think we’ll need?”

“Uh, flour?” The pre-teen eye-rolling returned in full force.  He winced and she threw her hands in the air. “Come on, you don’t have any flour?”

“What would I use it for?”

“Cookies, Dad. You’d use it to make cookies.”

“I’m sorry.” For not having flour? He wasn’t sure that was something to be sorry about, but one thing he’d learned from his short marriage was that it was usually the right answer in situations like this. “Let’s go to the store, it’s a short walk.”

“No.” She shook her head, eyes bright. “Let’s ask a neighbor. This way, we can meet some of those people who will watch over me when I finally get some freedom.”

Before he could stop her, Megan streaked to the front door. He trailed behind, dread and hope jockeying in his gut. Their front walk spilled onto the shared drive. Logic dictated that her first attempt at being neighbourly would be with Karen.

Maybe she wouldn’t be home.

Maybe she would.

Which would he prefer? No question, he wanted to see her again. But from a distance, where he could pretend he had room in his life for a tall, curvy drink of water with curly brown hair and eyes full of laughter. They’d only had one short conversation, but he had no problem at all imagining that spending time with Karen would be easy. Nice. Hot.

Really hot. On every level, more than any woman…ever. Why now? Why not seven years earlier? Before he made a complete disaster of his life. Before…

“Megan, hang on.” But she didn’t. And he loved that about his daughter. Being fearless and friendly would serve her well in life. As an adult. Until then, he’d live in a constant state of worry.

“Don’t worry, Dad. This is the done thing in small towns. It’s not embarrassing.” She rang Karen’s doorbell, and before he could explain he wasn’t worried about how it looked, the door swung open.

“Yes—oh! Paul. Hi.” Karen’s gaze flicked up to him for a moment, then returned to Megan. “Hi. Do you live next door too? I’m Karen.”

His daughter nodded. “Some of the time. I’m Megan.”

The two exchanged pleasantries, and Paul stood back, struck by how similar they were. If Karen liked looks, his daughter was probably going to want spend all of her time over here instead of at the park. His gut said Karen might not mind. There’s no way you can know that. But he did.

She liked people, even him, when he was curt and rude. She’d love his daughter. Fuck.

***
Intrigued? Zoe has just released a novella to introduce The Wardham Series, which is free at some booksellers. Between Then and Now is currently available at:

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The first full-length novel in the series, What Once Was Perfect, is also available:

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"You just left without a word and nobody knew where to find you. Now you expect to walk back into my life?" She crossed her arms over her chest, angry and, she would never admit--not to him--still hurt even after all these years.

He acknowledged her angry stare with a shrug. "I don't expect anything from you. You're the one who knocked on my front door."


~*~
If you read a lot of romance - and I'm going to assume you do, since you're here :) - you're familiar with the hero or heroine who abruptly left town without giving reasons or warning. Usually, the romance kicks off when the hero (or heroine) comes back to town to find an old love interest still waiting...or pretending not to wait. As much as the waiting love interest claims to not care where the runaway love went, or why, the burning questions are always... Where did you go? Why did you leave me? Are you going to leave me again if I start to love you again?
And for some reason, everybody in the town believes they're entitled to an answer. Nobody ever acknowledges a body has a right to change their circumstances, whether they be emotional or physical, without asking for permission (which is usually why people willfully vanish instead of announcing their plans). People are funny, right?
I recently turned in edits for Menage on 34th Street, which will be published by Carina Press at some point during the holiday season (release date TBA). As the title indicates, this book features a menage a trois. It also features a hero who ran away and didn't come back for many years (you're going to love him, he's delicious). Writing about him this summer, during my own yearly virtual vanishing act, has placed the issue of people running away squarely on my mind.
The vanishing hero/heroine plot isn't a particular favorite of mine but I know some readers absolutely love it. Are you one of them? What do you enjoy most about a romance that features a homecoming? What do you dislike most?

I dislike the sense of entitlement demonstrated by the "left behind" character and the townspeople. Sometimes a body needs to retreat in order to get things together. I know I do on occasion!

I'm a little swamped here in Emily-land, what with deadlines and parenting and assorted pesky life tasks, but those things haven't stopped me! They've only slowed me down a bit and forced me back from some of my online activities. I hope to have more blogging to report in June. For now, however, a new release!



Available now at Amazon . Coming soon to Barnes & Noble, Kobo and Apple.



Two Steamy Stories for the Price of One - bundle includes BDSM romances CLAIMING LAUREN and DOMINATING AMY.
About CLAIMING LAUREN
One night should have been enough. Twenty-seven-year-old Lauren Brant is the perfect society wife. She hosts dinners for her husband’s colleagues. She attends charity functions. She’s entirely appropriate…except for her clawing need to submit to a man she knows only as Master.
Unable to deny her cravings, she arranges to meet Master. No names, no faces, nothing but submission and sensation. Except it isn’t enough. Even before the night ends, Lauren needs more.
But “more” isn’t part of the arrangement and she returns to her polished life only to discover her estranged husband has come home. After five years of being invisible to Jacob Brant, Lauren doesn’t know what to do with him. He, however, knows exactly what to do with her…

 About DOMINATING AMY
Till-death-do-us-part should have been enough…
            Mac Corcoran spent a long time running from the specter of his parents’ abusive marriage. He’s worked hard to suppress his dark urges and channeled his energy into building his own relationship upon a bedrock of respect and equality.  
            It takes two people to make a marriage work, however, and when Amy Corcoran’s submissive needs hit a breaking point, her only options are to walk away from the man she loves or force him to acknowledge her as the woman she is now. Even if that woman isn’t the same one he married ten years earlier.
            With no more time for running, can Mac overcome his fear and be the Dominant man Amy needs him to be or will fear of repeating the past cost him the only woman he’s ever loved?

In lieu of an update from me this week, I'd like to invite you to meet Stephanie Draven, whose unconventional Roaring 20s-set erotic novel IT STINGS SO SWEET has been keeping me up late every night this week. Stephanie is visiting today to talk about her book, particularly the gems she found while researching the project. Please read on...and then you can join me in Googling 1920s pornography. - Emily    It Stings So Sweet is a novel in three parts--a literary threesome, if you will. And, no question about it, much like the middle part of a threesome, it was the story in the middle that had the most fun. Or, at the very least, it was the most fun to write. Inspired by legendary silent screen star Clara Bow, I wanted to write a sassy, brassy heroine with a secret her lover could exploit. Where to turn, but to Hollywood? The Roaring Twenties kicked off the Golden Age of movies. It was a time before television and millions of people went to the movies every week five times or more. There were neighborhood Nickelodeons where couples necked in the back aisles, and luxurious Movie Palaces where the ritzy folks went to rub elbows in style.This much I knew. What I didn’t know was just how naughty those films could be.They said, in the twenties, “Anything Goes.” And there were no movie ratings or restrictions on filmmakers at the time. So just how randy did these films get?Well, if you were ever under the impression that pornography was a Boogie Nights invention of the 1970s allow me to shatter your illusions as mine were shattered when my research led me to a vintage stag film called Nudist Bar.I admit to staring agog at one of the few surviving films to have been digitized from that glitzy era.What I learned--after I recovered from the shock--was that stag films from the Jazz Age were not only explicit, but experimental. Every coupling you can imagine was caught on film, and sometimes it was more than just couples. Threesomes, foursomes, and moresomes, too! But in spite of the graphic nature of the films there was a sort of charming tenderness to such films utterly lacking in the modern adult entertainment industry. The cheeky winks at the camera, the hand-holding, the courtly behavior of a vintage porn star towards his leading ladies is arrestingly different than what we have come to expect--and somehow seemed far less exploitive than its modern equivalent. It was, for me, a real eye-opener about the evolution of sexuality in the 19th Century. And it also helped inspire my heroine’s secret. You see, in It Stings So Sweet,glamorous Clara Cartwright starred in just such a film before becoming a Hollywood legend...and is now being blackmailed by the mysterious WWI Flying Ace who gets his hands on the reel. When she decides to meet the war hero for a private screening, to make sure he isn’t bluffing, the sparks fly! And I think you’ll fall in love with her blackmailer just as hard as she does.  ABOUT THE AUTHOR     
 STEPHANIE DRAVEN is a bestselling, award-winning and RITA-nominated author of historical, paranormal, and contemporary romance. Her newest project, IT STINGS SO SWEET is a collection of 1920s historical erotic romances that celebrate sex, women, and the Jazz Age. Her most recent novel with Entangled Publishing, IN BED WITH THE OPPOSITION, is a mix of humor and sex-appeal set against the backdrop of a zany political campaign inspired by the career of Baltimore legend William Donald Schaefer. Both novels are fun departures from her more serious Greek mythology-inspired series for Harlequin's Nocturne line, the debut novel of which was nominated by Romantic Times for Best First Series. The series has earned critical praise for its originality and awareness of social issues and garnered the 2012 SWIRL award for excellence in multi-cultural romance literature as well as the CataRomance's Reviewers Choice Award. Writing historical fiction about Cleopatra’s daughter as Stephanie Dray, she won the Golden Leaf Award for SONG OF THE NILE. Stephanie is currently a denizen of Baltimore, that city of ravens and purple night skies. She lives there with her favorite nocturnal creatures–three scheming cats and a deliciously wicked husband. And when she is not busy with dark domestic rituals, she writes her books. StephanieDraven.comAbout IT STINGS SO SWEET
They vibrated with incendiary Jazz. They teemed with sexual abandon. The Twenties were roaring and the women–young, open, rebellious, and willing–set the pace and pushed the limits with every man they met…
In the aftermath of a wild, liquor-soaked party, three women from very different social classes are about to live out their forbidden desires.
Society girl, Nora Richardson’s passionate nature has always been a challenge to her ever-patient husband. Now he wants out of the marriage and she has just this one night to win him back. The catch? He wants to punish her for her bad behavior. Nora is offended by her husband’s increasingly depraved demands, but as the night unfolds, she discovers her own true nature and that the line between pain and pleasure is very thin indeed.
Meanwhile, Clara Cartwright, sultry siren of the silent screen, is introduced to a mysterious WWI Flying Ace. If Clara, darling of the scandal sheets, knows anything, it’s men. And she’s known plenty. But none of them push her boundaries like the aviator, who lures her into a ménage with a stranger in a darkened cinema then steals her jaded heart.
Working class girl Sophie O’Brien has more important things on her mind than pleasures of the flesh. But when her playboy boss, the wealthy heir to the Aster family fortune, confronts her with her diary of secret sex fantasies, she could die of shame. To her surprise, he doesn’t fire her; instead, he dares her to re-enact her boldest fantasies and Sophie is utterly seduced.
One party serves as a catalyst of sexual awakening. And in an age when anything goes, three women discover that anything is possible…
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Welcome to my stop on the Caliente Blog Hop! I’d like to tell you it’s sweltering here, but that’s only true of my current work-in-progress, a steamy - really steamy - M/F/M book due to release later this year. Everything else? Brrrr.

Winter lingered so long here in the Mid-Atlantic (and everywhere else!) that I was starting to worry we’d skip Spring and head straight into the hot, hot months of Summer. Most years by the beginning of May, I’m fully immersed in iced coffee culture. Not so, this year. I’m still drinking my coffee hot-hot-hot.

I’m a coffee person. Yes, one of those people who buy whole beans to grind at home and who uses their spending money on fancy drinks in the afternoon. I’m a particular fan of the Starbucks caramel macchiato with its swirls of golden caramel on top and its puddle of creamy milk on the bottom (excellent hot or iced). When I’m getting coffee with my sister-in-law, who is an owner of a coffee shop in downtown Baltimore, she scowls at me and says, “That’s not a macchiato”.

And I ignore her. But I won’t ignore her anymore.

Today I stopped by a non-Starbucks coffee shop, saw “honey macchiato” as the special of the day (what about that doesn’t sound delicious, I ask you?!) and promptly placed my order. When the barista handed me a tiny little Dixie cup full of steaming espresso, I did a double-take and a silent WTF…and then I took it home to pour over ice and milk.

While sipping my iced honey latte macchiato, which is what the Starbucks caramel macchiato really is (thanks Google), I went searching for some coffee definitions.

In a nutshell: Macchiato (or café macchiato):

Espresso “marked” with milk.

Latte macchiato: Milk “marked” with espresso.

If only coffee shops and the fashion industry would get on board and standardize things… Lesson learned today: Never ever deviate from the Regular Coffee Shop. The time spent Googling and blogging about coffee disappointments could be better spent reading something like my steamy summer-set erotic romance HOT FOR PEPPER.

     Summer in Virginia burns as hot as Mitchell’s desire for sheltered Southern princess Pepper. Between official assignments, Capt. Scott has a private mission—claim the genteel redhead before another man discovers the spicy passion lying dormant beneath Pepper’s skittish exterior. Trust-fund baby Pepper is surrounded by men—her adoptive father, her stepbrothers, her casual romantic companion. All men who want her to fit the roles they envision. Only Mitch has ever asked her what she wants. She’s going to tell him…as soon as she can think past the scorching press of his body against hers and the overwhelming compulsion of her hunger for a man society says she shouldn’t crave.   Excerpt copyright 2011 Emily Ryan-Davis

Mitch leaned casually against the wall beside a closet door. The staircase swept up behind him. Remembering his words and the bare curve of her bottom under her skirt, Pepper drew a deep breath and walked toward him. Something about his nonchalant pose, the close fit of his black t-shirt, really did it for her. Damp heat blossomed between her thighs by the time she reached him.

“You have some free time?” Instead of reaching for her, he tapped the closet’s knob.

Pepper moistened her lips, tasted the remnants of the gloss she’d slicked on that morning. “I’m mostly in the way right now. Everybody knows what to do.”

He straightened away from the wall. “Will you spend some of it with me?”

Pulse quickening, she nodded. Mitch opened the closet door and stood aside, leaving her to enter first. As she stepped past him, the soap-scent of his skin gave way to the aroma of faded pine and dust. She spotted the glitter of last year's garland before Mitch came in behind her and closed the door. With the door sealed, the closet was blindingly dark.

His arms slid around her waist and he tugged her backward. “I need to know something.”

The serious edge to his voice creased her brow. Pepper placed her hands over his and traced the ridge of his knuckles. She forced herself to nod. “Tell me?”

“You tell me.” His heart thudded steadily between her shoulder blades. “Tell me the truth. Are you afraid of me?”

Oh. She didn’t want to answer that question. Pepper tucked her chin to her chest. “I don’t want to be.”

“But you are.”

She swallowed. Grown women didn’t avoid things like this. “The way you look at me makes me nervous. Your eyes sometimes make me feel like you hate me. Other times, they make me feel like you want to do things.”

“Hate is not an emotion I feel for you.” He loosened his hold and spread his fingers over her breast. “Things…yeah, I want to do things to you.”

She pressed her thighs together, nursing a heavy beat of want. “For how long?”

“How long have I wanted to or how long do I want to?”

“Both,” she whispered.

“For a long time.” He thumbed the top button of her blouse and kissed the upper curve of her ear. “Are you afraid of me right now?”

“No,” she said clearly. “Not for any reason.”

“Good. I’d never do anything to hurt you.” The hand at her stomach slid lower, guided her buttocks into the cup of his groin. He was already hard for her.

“I know,” she whispered, aware the only pain she’d suffered at his hands resulted from her own silence. His chest expanded behind her and relaxed on a sigh.

“You’re not wearing panties.”

“You told me not to.”

“Yeah, well. That was before I knew how much you deserve the candles-and-massage experience. Rose petals. Some damned restraint on my part.” His fingertips traced the line where her panties should have been. “Right now I’m having a hell of a time convincing myself to let you go.”

“So don’t. Touch me instead.” Pretty as his ideas were, she preferred the reality of him big and hard behind her. Blind in the dark, she wrapped her fingers around his wrist and guided his hand down the front of her skirt. “Will you put your fingers inside me again?”

Mitch groaned into her hair. “Your mouth should be illegal.”

She released him and tugged at her skirt, inching the hem to her hips. “Please. Will you?”

“Maybe. Depends.” He covered her mound and squeezed, delivering a jolt of unexpected pleasure. “If I put my fingers inside you, will you let me watch while you finger yourself later?”

“You want to watch me?” She blinked in the dark.

“Fuck yes. Watch you and stroke myself and come all over your sticky fingers when you’re done.”

Too heavy for her neck, her head lolled back against his shoulder. Mitch closed his teeth around a tendon in her throat and she shuddered in his arms. The same blunt language that shocked her less than twenty-four hours earlier thrilled her now.

“Okay,” she breathed raggedly. “Yes. I’ll let you watch. Just please touch me now.”

~*~

More? Yeah, I know you want more. HOT FOR PEPPER is available at Amazon, BN, Ellora’s Cave, AllRomanceEbooks, and more if you need it now. (I know you need it now…)

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Dozens of indie authors have marked their books down to 99c for the Book Lovers Buffet, a three-day event in which you can fill your e-readers to bursting. You'll find my books on the Paranormal and the Erotica pages.

Cruise on over and partake of the offerings before the sale ends!

Later this week, I'm scheduled to participate in a big digital book sale but it's so miserably gray today, I decided to cheer myself up by sharing an excerpt and starting the sale early. Now through May 3 (maybe longer, maybe not), you'll be able to read  my darkly erotic fantasy romance Desert Sacrifice for less than $1*. Intrigued? Read on to learn about the book, about the characters, and where you can find your copy today. 
 
Once a thriving, wealthy land, the desert empire Egybirael has fallen into ruin. Year after year, an aging and weary population clings to two symbols of hope -- the golden light that shines through their Faroah, and the pounding rains that fill the Nile to overflowing.

As the newest Season of the Inundation nears its peak and the Faroah's people rejoice in the promise of renewal, one man dreads the coming storm.
  He is Ven al-Venu, the Sun God's voice and the Faroah's poet, a necromancer bred to work the dark magic of resurrection. When the Nile swells with rain and the Faroah succumbs to death, Ven will sacrifice one life to preserve another…except he has taken a vow of silence and refuses to speak the magic again.

  When the Faroah’s priests choose half-human acolyte Sesha ne'Hephara and assign her the task of seducing Ven back to his duty, she bares herself to him, body and soul. Only by sacrificing her own life can she preserve the peace of an empire and the heart of a man she cannot help but love. Buy it now at Amazon , Barnes & Noble , and Smashwords .

 Excerpt copyright 2012 - Emily Ryan-Davis
 She'd recognized him the instant he entered the room. Master Ven al-Venu's empty heart wept like none other among the Faroah's herd. If she hadn’t reinforced the barrier around that part of her that could feel him, she believed she would have broken.             When the tea bell sounded, Sesha unfolded her body and concentrated on rubbing sensation back into her limbs. Part of her hoped he would retreat silently while another part wished for the opportunity to finally assume her role in the cycle of seasons and dynasties. In the end, he did not leave but he did wait until the last student left and the Artist in Attendance had drawn thick drapes across the windows. Once they were alone he came to her, tall and imposing in his black master's robe. He retrieved her acolyte's garb and offered it without speaking.             Sesha flexed her toes. Needles of discomfort prickled the soles of her feet. She studied his hand, with its long fingers and prominent knuckles, the dusting of black hair that softened a wrist she would not be able to encircle with her fingers. His forearm, corded with muscle, vanished inside the dark bell of his sleeve. Angular shoulders, a broad chest. The robe’s voluminous folds concealed his musculature but she imagined his body was solid and defined beneath the uniform. His throat worked under her scrutiny. The square set of his chin and jaw spoke of both determination and resignation. Sesha stopped short of meeting his eyes.             "Master," she said simply, acknowledging him. Did he recognize her outside the parameters of her assignment as his acolyte?             When her temple sister Caris had answered to him as first assistant, then lover, Ven had once visited the chamber she shared with Caris. The memory of the ragged groan he'd released upon climax, no more than an arm's length away from Sesha's bed, heated her cheeks and loosened her knees.             "You know who I am," he said, nothing in his tone or expression affording her insight to his thoughts.             "I do." But he either did not know who she was or he regarded the knowing as inconsequential. Feeling returned to her feet, the needles of sensation as prickly as her twinge of disappointment.             Did he know why the advisors had assigned her as Caris's replacement? She was not certain, herself. Ven, wounded by guilt and loss, needed not only someone to repair him, but also someone to supply the sense of beauty he'd lost. Since Ven was no student, and his wounds were not physical, she could not help but wonder at her qualifications. She was more than willing to hear his words, but what could she teach him? What therapy could she offer?             Sesha accepted the gray robe and drew the coarse cloth around her shoulders. Still counting her shortcomings, she lowered herself from the table and caught herself against the edge when her legs objected to her weight. Ven's palm settled at the nape of her neck, steadying her. Confusion jolted past the barrier she'd built--suddenly he was there, inside her mind, brooding, reluctant, uncertain. Someone she wanted very much. A wave of panic crested at the base of her skull.             "You're trembling," he said. His touch fell away.             Sesha inhaled and drew the panels of her robe across her body, securing the garment with a tie. She studied the floor between them. "When you touched me, I felt you. You must know you do not feel...light."             "Tell me what I do feel."             Sesha frowned. She risked raising her eyes and met his, which were gray and solemn and not at all as dark as the presence that had invaded her. "You do not feel as murderous as you believe yourself."             His nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed. Instead of acknowledging or denying her assessment, he asked roughly, "Are you prepared to serve me?"             Heat coiled tight in her limbs, disturbing and inappropriate. Sesha swallowed. Images of them together slid through her mind. She easily pictured herself kneeling at his feet and easing her shoulders between powerful thighs.  She struggled to bury the unexpected arousal beneath devotion. "I am at your disposal, Master."


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Till-death-do-us-part should have been enough…
Mac Corcoran spent a long time running from the specter of his parents’ abusive marriage. He’s worked hard to suppress his dark urges and channeled his energy into building his own relationship upon a bedrock of respect and equality.

It takes two people to make a marriage work, however, and when Amy Corcoran’s submissive needs hit a breaking point, her only options are to walk away from the man she loves or force him to acknowledge her as the woman she is now. Even if that woman isn’t the same one he married ten years earlier.

With no more time for running, can Mac overcome his fear and be the Dominant man Amy needs him to be or will fear of repeating the past cost him the only woman he’s ever loved?

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Hello! Wow, we're almost at the April half way mark. At this very moment I should be up to my ears in finalizing everything for the (re*)release of DOMINATING AMY, the second eXclave novella. (That's the "coming soon" news - you should have DOMINATING AMY on your hot little e-readers before the end of next week.) Instead, I'm all mind-awhirl with different things and they're all so cluttery, I thought I'd just...type them up here. Get them off my mind so I can get back to the business of a new(ly revised and expanded) novella for you to enjoy.

So I here I am. Prepare for author brain dump!

1) I'm preparing to send out my April newsletter next week and it contains stuff you won't want to miss - so sign up today!

What kind of stuff, you ask? Well, stuff like...
A free gift for my newsletter subscribers - every one of them. No commenting or tweeting or sharing or liking required. All you have to do is be a member of my newsletter and open it when it hits your inbox.Details about my upcoming 99c sale - what titles, when, and where you can get them for 80% off!Information about that new release I mentioned, as well as information about future releases.And more - like where you'll spot my bookmarks this summer, or how to get your grabby hands on bookmarks and postcards even if you're not traveling to conferences this year.2) I've also launched a street team. If you've read and loved my books and you want to help spread the Emily Ryan-Davis book love to other readers, but you aren't sure how to go about it or lack the tools to do so, come on over to Facebook and join other likeminded readers. Sound like fun? Comment here with your e-mail address and we'll talk!


*DOMINATING AMY was originally published as UNWRAPPING AMY but has been revised and expanded with never-before-published scenes.

Mwah! Mwah mwah mwah (and finish with a nip on the chin, in the style of my toddler's kisses). My new release, CLAIMING LAUREN, hit the Amazon Romance Short Stories Top 100 list less than 24 hours after release thanks to YOU.

I'm so thrilled and grateful! Thank you all so much for taking a chance on my work, and coming back over and over again for more chances.

I'll have a Goodreads giveaway coming soon but if you're impatient and want a chance to win fun things, stop by the Contests page on my web site (gift cards! chocolate!).

Did I mention THANK YOU? <3