Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Spotlight & Giveaway on... UNTIL WE TOUCH by Susan Mallery

UNTIL WE TOUCH – Susan Mallery
A Fool’s Gold Romance
ISBN: 978-0-373-77893-5
July 2014
Contemporary Romance

Fool’s Gold, California – Present Day

Larissa Owens followed her boss, former football hero tuned entrepreneur Jack McGarry, to Fool’s Gold when the company he co-owns moved there. Larissa is not only the personal assistant who keeps Jack’s life running smoothly, she also provides massages for all four owners. In her spare time, she responds to animal rescue calls, and from time to time has “volunteered” Jack’s home as a temporary refuge for cats, dogs, etc. Jack is pretty laid back and has his pick of any woman he wants, yet he rarely lets anyone get too close to him. Larissa might be seen as Jack’s pseudo wife, but when her mother tells him that Larissa is in love with him, both are shocked at the idea.

Up until her mother’s proclamation, which is an attempt to push Larissa to either pursue Jack or come back to Los Angeles, neither looked at the other in romantic terms. But now that is all Larissa can think about, and it gives Jack “unwanted” reactions to her. Larissa finally realizes that maybe she is attracted to Jack and the only way to fix things is to have an affair with him, then let the “love” die a natural death. Sounds good, but how is she going to go about seducing a man who keeps her at arm’s length?

Readers first met Jack and Larissa in WHEN WE MET, and knew that while they were close, it was purely business. He has good-naturedly put up with her animal rescue “projects” because he likes to do a bit of “rescuing” himself by offering money to help people. When Larissa discovers a homeless teen, it is Jack she turns to in order to provide housing, a job and education. Yet the more she involves him, the greater he feels a “noose” around his neck, reminding him of his family’s past tragedy. He sees her more as a good friend and part of the “family” but can’t stop his body from responding to her. It’s all wrong…right?

Larissa and Jack thought they were just friends, but in UNTIL WE TOUCH a long simmering sexual tension is finally uncorked. Jack earned his millions playing football, as did his business partners, Sam and Kenny. Their other partner, Taryn, was briefly married to Jack, but after she lost their baby they divorced and became good friends. Larissa fits smoothly in the business as their all around assistant with Jack as her boss and hasn’t thought of him as anything other than a friend, so her mother’s suggestion she’s in love with him has her in a dither. Does she perhaps care for Jack? As the heat builds, a couple of kisses prove that perhaps there’s more than friendship between them. Should Jack and Larissa act upon it—and face the loss of friendship should it fail?

A fun, flirty, and sexy tale that really sizzles from the moment they first kiss in UNTIL WE TOUCH, readers will not want to put it down as Susan Mallery once again scores a hit with another of her Fool’s Gold romances. Jack and Larissa shouldn’t be a match as she is all about good deeds and eating healthy, while Jack prefers keeping a distance and enjoying good food, but they click until they’re nearly an extension of each other. As with the other stories in the Fool’s Gold series, UNTIL WE TOUCH is a winning tale I highly recommend.

Patti Fischer
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Monday, July 21, 2014

Q & A with Raven McAllan!

1.   Tell us about your newest release.       
It's the fourth book in my Regency Series. Miss Simpkins' School for Seduction: Jane. Oh Jane, I love her. She was so much fun to write. Everyone assumes she's hard done to, and yearning for her late husband, but she's not. Well not in the way people think. She has to go to Molly Simpkins for help, for a most unusual problem.

Molly runs a school to enable young ladies of the ton achieve what they want or need from a relationship, and is the only person Jane can trust to aid her.  Luke De Freitas is roped in to help. Reluctant at first, he soon becomes very involved in Jane's plight, and is determined he's the man to help her.

Luke and Jane really do rub each other up the wrong way, and writing their story, made me laugh and cry. (And fan myself)

2.  What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your story?

I can write without chocolate. However it makes me grumpy. Also that my husband cooks a mean curry, and knows how to work the washing machine. (As long as you want it on whites and a long wash)

3.  Do you have any interesting or quirks or rituals?

Not unless you count hiding the chocolate.

4.  What authors or friends influenced you in helping you become a writer?

My Crit group, UCW. We got together on line a few years ago and clicked. We all encourage, nag, hug, and high five at the appropriate times. (and send virtual wine and chocolate when needed) Robyn Donald, a New Zealand writer who invited me for tea, and told me to write, write, write.

5.  What does your family think about your career as a published author?

Proud and incredibly supportive.

6.  Besides writing, what other interests do you have?

Well I’m typing this at 4 a.m. in the middle of the longest and loudest thunder and lightening storm I’ve been in for ages. (2 hours and counting) The rain is so heavy it sounds like a waterfall. However, it is the south of France, and I’m on holiday. Travelling is definitely one of my interests, I love revisiting places, but also discovering somewhere new. Dh and I say we’re doing our gap year in two week chunks. I also do cross stich and tapestry, walk and of course, read.

7.  Can you tell us what is coming up next for you?

July and August are busy months for me, with a total of seven books coming out. It's definitely the London Bus Syndrome at work. Nothing for ages and then lots at once.

There's this Miss Simpkins' story, (Jane) and then the final book in this set of Miss Simpkins' School for Seduction: Molly, will be out next month, plus all five stories will be in one print book. I'm working on a couple of new series. One's based on a travel agent and one is set on an island in a Loch in Scotland, which is run by women. Great fun, and a change from my Regencies. Although I have another set of Miss Simpkins series clamoring to be told.

8.  How can readers connect with you online?  


Take one virginal widow, add Molly Simpkins School of Seduction and one obliging gentleman, and what do you get? Scandal avoided and a virgin no more?

Molly Simpkins' School for Seduction has helped many ladies of the ton to achieve their hearts desires, so helping Lady Jane Nicholby ought to be easy.
However, this young widow's deep, dark secret means she can never remarry for fear of the scandal it would cause. Widows are not supposed to be virgins, after all.
Fortunately, Molly knows just the person to help her change this state of affairs. Persuading Luke De Freitas to fall in with her plans, though, will require all of her considerable skill.
A spot of blackmail should do the trick quite nicely


Jane let Luke lead her from the sitting room into the bedchamber. The bed itself, an overlarge four poster, seemed to dominate the room and the intricate crisscross of silken ropes and ties were, to her mind, excessive. She liked simple plain lines. Not at all the fashion of the day, but then Jane had never been one to follow fashion. Luke caught her gaze.
"I find it exciting to bind my companion's hands and perhaps her body," he said in the same tone he might use to admit he enjoyed a glass of port or a day's riding to hounds. "Only if she's willing, of course." His look was speculative and Jane ignored the dampness between her thighs. The only times she'd ever experience that feeling was with the help of a specially crafted darning mushroom, that had never been near a sock or a hank of wool.
"Of course," she said in the same tone. "And are they?"
"Well, you tell me." Luke set one of the ropes swinging. "I'm not a mind reader, mores the pity."
"I intend to walk before I run, or swing," Jane said and turned into his arms.
Luke held her close, and she enjoyed the feeling of rightness. "Then a cuddle it is. Do you need—" He gestured to the door leading to the bathing chamber. "Everything is in there."
The heat of a blush prickled her skin. "Please? Oh, and my nightrail?"
"Not needed. There's a robe in there for you to wear until you come to bed. I'm going to use the bathing chamber across the hall, and meet you back here. I'm a modern man. I bathe and expect my guests to do so after a day's hunting. We smell, the dogs smell, and I have no intention of my house smelling as well. Cleanliness is next to godliness, and I need all the help I can get." He went out of the room whistling, and Jane chuckled as she made use of the facilities.
She eyed the robe that was indeed waiting for her. It was almost transparent. A robe for a lover. Had he really put it there with her in mind? She took a deep breath, wrapped it tightly around her body, and hurried into the bedchamber. To her relief, she was there before Luke and scrambled into bed, still wearing the robe. It might not afford much protection, but the illusion helped her.
Should she stretch out or sit up? Pull the covers up tight around her neck or strive for nonchalance and let them sit looser? Really it was so complicated.
The door opened and her mouth went dry as Luke reentered. Water droplets still clung to his hair, and he ran his hands through it in an effort to dry it. He was dressed in a banyan and as far as she could tell nothing else. The thin material clung to his damp body, and defined every muscle and sinew. It tented over his cock, which even as she stared pushed even more at the material.
Luke saw where she was looking and grinned. "My imagination on seeing you in my bed went into overdrive, and therefore so did my—er…" He gestured downward.
Jane gulped. Really it was way too late to act the prude. She rushed into speech before he could finish his words. "Your 'er' is pleased to see me?" she asked.
Luke gave a delighted shout of laughter. "Oh yes, even wrapped up like a mummy you entice and enchant."
"That's doing it a bit too brown, Luke," Jane said, although a thrill of excitement coursed through her at his words. "I'm an overweight, widowed virgin of thirty five, not a young deb."
"And I thank the lord for that." Luke pulled the banyan over his head as he stood, seeming unconcerned by his magnificent nudity, before he turned back the covers on one side of the bed. "Except you are not overweight, but a perfect handful for a man to hold and caress. Move over unless you want me to stretch out on top of you? I think that's missing a step, but I'm game if you are?" His light tone showed her he was kidding.
Or she thought he was. Jane slid further away from him until she hit the edge of the bed.
"Not that far, woman. I want to feel every inch of your beautiful curvy thank the lord non-deb body, not fresh air. I like something warm and womanly to hold on to. Come here." Luke tugged on the edge of her robe, and pulled her toward him. She met his body with a thump, and his cock waved its greeting. Jane gave a silly, breathy giggle as he began to walk his fingers over the cloth, bunching it up and away from her body as he did so.
His fingers stroked the side of her breast and she squirmed.
"Ticklish?" There was a wicked twinkle in his eyes.
"Yes, no... argh you..." Jane did her best to inch away, but Luke pinned her arms to her sides and before she understood what he was doing, slipped her gown down them, and somehow had her naked before she could blink.
"How on earth did you do that?" she asked, genuinely interested.
"Practice, and no. I'm not telling you who on. That part of my life is over. I've turned over a new leaf. I'm a reformed character."
"One who is about to deflower a virgin," Jane reminded him with a smile.
"Only one virgin, and then I'll stick to an experienced woman," Luke said.
His words hit her as surely as if he'd used a stick. So she wasn't what he wanted. Why did it matter so?
Because I want him to want me, only me. The regret she'd had when he offered her carte blanche and she'd refused came back multiplied. Luke's was the face she imagined, and the body she fantasized over when she pleasured herself. She tried to move away, but he rolled on top of her and pinned her between his legs. His staff rubbed her belly and she felt the wetness that leaked from it. No doubt her quim and channel were as damp.
"Tell me now, Jane; do I stop or do I make you into that experienced woman now? My experienced woman." His voice was strained. "I swear once I take you I won't let you go. You'll be mine however and whatever else happens. God, I've wanted you ever since I saw you at Nic's when we were at Cambridge and oh fuck, say yes, please say yes." He ground his cock into her belly and then lifted himself so it teased her cunt.
"Yes." She nipped the first bit of skin she could get to. His ear. It would have to do until she could nip, kiss, and touch the rest of him. He wants me; he wants me, not just anyone, but me. Jane lifted her legs and circled his waist. The movement inched his cock just inside her channel. His sweat-slicked torso rubbed her breasts, and the hairs on his chest tickled her. She tightened her legs, in the hope his cock would move even further into her, but he held back and lifted his head to stare at her. "Yes, and yes."
"Eh?" Luke looked as astounded as she'd felt at his words.
"Yes, for fuck's sake, fuck me. And now before I lose my courage.


A multi-published author of erotic romance, Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.
She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge. As once she is writing she is oblivious to everything else, her lovely long-suffering husband is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.

Friday, July 18, 2014

Q & A with Leona J. Bushman!!!!

1. Tell us about your newest release.  

Hi! My newest release is The Ulfric's Mate. It's the first in the series, The War of the Weres, which is contracted for 15 books. *meep! I better get to writing!* It's the print release, and boy am I excited!! It's a paranormal romance with werewolves, werejaguars, etc. It also has a bit of suspense running through it.

2.  What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your story?

That the main character, Nolan,  had so much to tell and that he'd be involved in Were politics to such a high degree as he hates them with a virulence not unlike how he hates betrayal within the pack.

3.  Do you have any interesting or quirks or rituals?  

If I have writer's block (and like,  you know, get to find time to write!), I write on another story. Usually, the problem will percolate, and then the solution will hit me like a ton of bricks. Also, I can NOT write a sex scene if my kids are about.

4.  What authors or friends influenced you in helping you become a writer? 

Linda Lael Miller. She encouraged me from the start. She also taught me the 5k words a day isn't too high of a goal.

5.  What does your family think about your career as a published author? 

Now that it's rolling? Why don't I have more books written yet :S LOL 

6.  Besides writing, what other interests do you have?  

Quilting, sewing, crocheting, scrapbooking, cross stitching, painting (I have an Etsy shot LOL I need to support my habit somehow!)

7.  Can you tell us what is coming up next for you?

I have three publishers waiting for sequels! Nearly finished with book 3 of The War of the Weres series and am polishing up 3 companion short stories that go with each book. So perhaps those characters will tell me WTH, because right now, they're lollygagging about!

8.  How can readers connect with you online?  

@L_Bushman if you like twitter :D I love it. Also, if you say hi to me (please no DMs straight out of the bucket. At least take me to dinner first before whispering in my ears!), I will follow back faster LOL

www.lbushman.blogspot.com is my blog. *hangs head* I am going to get better again! I promise! *makes note*

https://www.facebook.com/AuthorLeonaBushman I'm pretty regular posting here :)


Nolan Littlebull is the alpha of the Wahpawhat pack of Werewolves and the lead detective on a series of murders of pregnant women from his pack. Torn between human justice and were justice, he travels deep onto the Yakama Reservation tracking the ones responsible. He is attacked by one of the rival pack, only to be defended by another from the rival pack.

Alexandria George is the healer for the Lupins. She defends the mysterious wolf in their territory from her pack's bully and escapes with the stranger.

Nolan and Alex face the complications of being mated and together they must find and identify the killer while facing an uncertain future.


"Thanks," he said, his voice muffled through the shirt. "For the rescue as well," he added quietly after pulling on the shirt she had dug out from behind his dirty truck seat.
"You're welcome," she replied as she stepped off the truck's running board. "Lead me to my room. I'm exhausted and need my beauty rest." As she came around the front end of the truck, she smiled.
"From where I'm standing, you get plenty of that."
Her face heated as a blush crept along her cheekbones. "Thanks." She walked up the front steps to his two-story home. It looked like a phantom rising out of the ground. The windows reflected the mesmerizing moonlight and the glow made her think of stars in the predawn just before the sun rises to take away their backdrop.
He unlocked the door, opened it, and waited for her to precede him. Gentleman? Or the training of law enforcement to never have their backs turned to a criminal? She tried to read his mind, but he held it carefully blank.
"Main living area is upstairs. You keep going right as you get up the stairs, and the bathroom is at the end of the hall. The guest room is the last one on the left. My room's on the right if you need anything." Even his voice was neutral.
She looked at him curiously for a moment before heading to the bathroom. When she stepped under the shower's stream, she sighed in relief. Her skin itched and felt over tight from the dried gunk left on her skin and in her hair after the shape-shifting.
As she relaxed under the spray of warm water, pictures of her in the shower started playing through her head. She was washing her hair and lathering the soap across her breasts when Nolan arrived. Her belly quivered with lust which pooled, then spread as she envisioned him in there with her.
When her daydream reached the point of him entering, she realized it was his thoughts in her head. The fantasy abruptly stopped as if someone had switched the channel. She tried to feel annoyed that his fantasy had intruded on her quiet moment, but the heat in her abdomen kept her from lying to herself.
She wanted him as much as he wanted her. She was aware of his struggle to control his thoughts and appreciated the attempt at valor. However, she knew that a single, healthy man with a woman he found attractive using his shower was bound to have sensual thoughts.
She finished, dressed in the clothes provided by him, and walked out to the main living area. He stood by a large bay window, looking out at the mountain in the distance. He turned toward her slightly, then shifted his gaze back to the picturesque view.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly and with dignity. "I've always judged other men for how they seemed to objectify every woman they see. Then I go and do it with a woman in my protection. I'm aware that you saw what I was thinking. I—"
She put a finger on his lips. "I too have read men's thoughts regarding women. Regarding me. You tried to keep yours in check. We saved each other's lives. We're coming down off the adrenaline high of battle combined with the lust of our animal sides. It's natural and healthy for you to see me as desirable. It's also honorable of you to stop them when you realized what you were doing."
Nolan looked at her intently, and she could feel him in her mind probing her for truth. She thought he didn't even know he was doing it. It was probably a technique he had employed since childhood. She smiled at him and kissed him softly on the mouth.


Leona Bushman can be found in Eastern Washington with her husband and children writing, painting, gardening, running, camping, or just reading or crafting. She also loves to swim but rarely gets a chance to as she's busy chasing after three of five children still left at home. Sassy and saucy, she can be found writing about her trials and errors as a mom and writer at the following places:

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