Sunday, December 21, 2014

Encore! Blog Tour

Come join the fun!

December 22   -   Read Between The Lines
December 23   -   Fabulous and Fun
December 23   -   House Millar
December 24   -   Broken Tears Cover to Cover Reviews
December 26   -   Cajun Book Lover
December 26   -   Kelly P's Blog
December 27   -   Harlie's Books
December 28   -   Dante Eternal's Virtual Bookshelf
December 28   -   Author Ellie Potts
December 29   -   My World
December 29   -   Chrystal's Random Thoughts

Thursday, December 18, 2014

Christmas Traditions

What's your favorite Christmas/Holiday tradition?

Leave a comment - be part of a post holiday post and get some swag!

Hoppy Christmas!

Monday, December 15, 2014

Cover Reveal for Choice Affairs!

Here is the gorgeous cover for Choice Affairs. Choice Affairs is due to be release January 12, 2015. Part of the Southern Heat series, published by Secret Cravings Publishing. Cover designed by Dawne Dominique.

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Huge Holiday Sale!

Effective immediately - ALL my books (with the exception of those published through Secret Cravings Publishing) are $0.99!!
All booksellers (it may take a couple of days for iBooks, etc. to get the change,but it is every bookseller)
Sale ends December 31st!
Merry Christmas!

Monday, December 8, 2014

A Cup of Christmas Continues...

"An Unexpected Christmas Surprise" is my contribution to this wonderful anthology. A romantic short story...

Thirty-one authors share stories, memoirs, poems, and a few tasty recipes. From award winning authors, traditionally published, self-published, and never before published writers, you will find distinct voices. Just how did Daddy shoot the Christmas tree? Romance, an urban fantasy, a mysterious, ethereal boy, an elderly man with a new lease on life, a dog wedding, Santa in love, a Texas beauty pageant, Rich's Department Store, a Vietnam Christmas, and a fairy tale about wanting your heart's desire are all themes within. The list goes on...

ALL proceeds of A Cup of Christmas ($1.99) go to First Book, a children's literacy charity.


Friday, December 5, 2014

Why Send A Card When You Can Send An E-Book?

"A Cup of Christmas is now $1.99 on Kindle. It hit number 3 in Kindle Free Books in anthologies. That's number 3 out of the top 100. Well done!

Now let's make some money for FIRST BOOK! Why send a card when you can send an e-book?


First Book

Monday, December 1, 2014

A Cup of Christmas

A Cup of Christmas anthology...

Grab your FREE copy December 2, 3 & 4! After that it will be priced at $1.99, with ALL proceeds for this book going to First Book, a children's literacy charity.

Thirty-one authors share stories, memoirs, poems, and a few tasty recipes in this holiday anthology. From award winning authors, traditionally published, self-published, and never before published writers, you will find distinct voices. Just how did Daddy shoot the Christmas tree? Romance, an urban fantasy, a mysterious ethereal boy, an elderly man with a new lease on life, a dog wedding, Santa in love, a Texas beauty pageant, Rich's Department Store, a Vietnam Christmas, and a fairy tale about wanting your heart's desire, are all themes within. The list goes on...

I'm really proud to be part of this, my first ever anthology...

Available exclusively at Amazon!

Thursday, November 20, 2014

New Promo Piece

A double barrel promo piece for both Encore! and Choice Matters!!
Both of these books are getting 4 1/2 and 5 STAR reviews!!

Special shout out to Anya Kelleye of Anya Kelleye Designs for coming up with this unique piece.
Be looking for upcoming ones - as the release date for Choice affairs draws closer (January 12th)!!

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Regrets - by Danielle Doolittle

Author Bio:

Danielle Doolittle has always had a knack for storytelling. When she completed her first work of fiction at age six about a bunny and particularly juicy carrot she was hooked. Years later, she's spinning tales of first loves, awkward moments, and the occasional creature that goes bump in the night.
She lives in the wilds of a Northwest Ohio college town with her husband and three small children where she consumes above average amounts of coffee and dark chocolate and spends way too much time on Twitter.
She loves to hear from readers so don't be shy!
Twitter: @elledoo

Eighteen-year-old Penelope Green doesn't have any reason to believe her senior year will be anything but ordinary.
Boy was she wrong...

There's a new family in her small Martha's Vineyard community and they're about to flip her world upside down; none more so that the brooding, wide-shouldered Kane Whitmore.

Connected in ways she never dreamed possible, Penelope must trust Kane and her growing feelings for him as his family to guides her through her missing past and a world she never knew existed—a world she'd suddenly become the center of.
Learning she's a Guardian with the ability to heal she can handle. It's the dreams—both frightening and heart-wrenching—that nearly brings her to her knees. But when madman's vengeful plot puts her loved ones at risk, Penelope is willing to sacrifice anything to keep them safe...even her own life.

I was alone, surrounded by cold black walls. They stretched on forever in both directions, like a never-ending hallway. I shivered and wrapped my arms around myself. That’s when I noticed my bare arms. I looked down at the flowing, white, nightgown I wore and didn’t remember putting on. My feet were bare on the cold stone floor.
“Hello? Is anyone there?”
There was no answer. I peered into the blackness in front of me. Where was I?
Something moved just ahead.
“Hello? Who are you?”
Suddenly light flooded the hall about ten feet in front of me. A triangle of light from an open door was like a beacon in this strange place. I felt my feet move toward it of their own volition, like they knew what was behind that door. My breath hitched as I moved closer to the light. What would I find in there?
Half afraid to open it the rest of the way for what I would find, I placed a hand on the cold wood. I had to look. Had to see. What if it was my only way out? I took a deep breath and pushed.
An elaborate bedroom greeted me. A fire burned in the grate and an enormous bed stood along the far wall. It was covered in a velvet comforter and dozens of pillows. The floor was covered in plush-looking, blood red carpet. The room was warm. So warm and inviting compared to the cold emptiness of the hallway outside. I stepped in before I could think of an excuse not to.
The door slammed shut behind me. I whirled around and tried to reopen it, but it was no use. The door was gone. I watched what was left of the knob melt into the wall, leaving behind unbroken dark wooden paneling.
“Hello, Penelope, my dear,” a deep voice oozed behind me. “I have been waiting for you a long time.”
I turned slowly to face the man who hadn’t been there moments before. He was seated in one of the chairs before the fire, swirling a dark red liquid in a crystal glass. He was beautiful in a cold way. Blonde hair picked up the reds of the blazing fire and his eyes flashed an arctic blue. His black button-down shirt showed off his broad shoulders. He looked to be around Julius’ age, in his mid-thirties. Despite his angelic looks there was something about him that frightened me. Maybe it was the vast emptiness in his icy eyes or the calculating smile playing on his lips. I wasn’t sure, but I knew I needed to get out of there and fast.
“How do you know my name?”
I mustered up as much bravado as I could, squared my shoulders and held his gaze as I demanded he answer me. He let loose a chillingly mocking laugh.
“Oh this truly is going to be fun. I haven’t had fun in so long, Penelope. You want me to have fun don’t you?”
What was this guy talking about? Not only was he a creep, but I got the feeling he was a little on the crazy side. Not a good combination.
“No answer, Penny dear? Oh poo, I so wanted to play with you a little while first.” He shrugged and sat his drink down on the side table. “I guess it’s down to business then, is it?”
Suddenly he lunged at me, moving faster than should have been possible. His mouth spread in a wide grin. That’s when I noticed his teeth, particularly his elongated canines. He was an Other.
I screamed then saw nothing but light.

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Monday, November 10, 2014

From Secret Cravings Publishing

Lisa was wicked.

Wicked and damaged. She’s spent half her twenty years locked away in a psychiatric facility because her uncontrollable alpha rages are inexplicable in a human world. Orphaned when she was a baby, she doesn't even know what she is. All she knows is what they've always told her. Wicked.
At twenty-six years Mac helps his family run Raleigh Point, a group foster home for abused or abandoned shifter babies and children. Beyond taking on an occasional tracking job for the FBI, he never has worried about much. He likes to play hard, usually with an attractive woman.

Never too much responsibility. Life is good.

Taking the phone call alert, Mac breezes in to rescue her. In that grimy god-forsaken excuse for a hospital, Mac realizes life has to change. He discovers Lisa is not only drugged and damaged, she’s his mate

The battle continues when a crazed rogue alpha decides to make Lisa his queen.

Excerpt 1

Mac hunkered down in front of the shaking, curled-up form in the corner. Humanity?
Some people didn’t know the meaning of the word.
Mac hesitated as he took her in. He couldn’t smell her as the stench of the place was
masking it, and he wished again he had his mom or Cassie with him. He also acknowledged that
Brett had it right. They were drugging her to move her, and he’d only just got here in time.
His eyes fastened on the trembling figure in front of him. Short gasps tore out of her throat.
Head hunched down, arms tightened around the knees, and clasped against her chest. Hanging
on. Filthy sweats, worse than some he’d thrown away. Goose bumps pricking her bare arms. The
only bright thing in muddy looking, matted hair, was red. A drop. God, had they hit her? She hid
her face, alternated between shivering and rocking, except with no chair. What the hell did they
do to you, honey?
Lisa? Yeah, that was what Brett said her name was. Mac cleared his throat. He had to get her
out of here, and he didn’t have time to be gentle.
“Lisa? We need to get you out of here.”
He placed one hand on her shaking forearm. He caught the swift arc of her arm trying to
connect with his face. Whoa, well, that was definitely an alpha reaction. Taking me on? He’d
have laughed if it were funny—at all.
“No one’s gonna hurt you. Don’t you wanna get out of here? Mmm? There ya go.” He
shrugged out of his sweatshirt.
Thin arms stiffened but stayed still, and her chest rose at a slower rate when he’d gently
pulled the sweatshirt past her eyes. “So, you’re not ready to try and take me out, huh?”
She lifted her face finally.
Oh God, now?
Of all times and in all places, stuck in some dingy shit excuse for a hospital, with some girl
who looked like she needed far more care than he could give. His bear clawed frantically at him
to get out, nearly bowling him over in the rush to get to her.
Mac growled and hung his head in despair. He hadn’t been able to smell her because of
everything else, and it had taken brushing the side of her arm to help her with his sweatshirt as
she lifted her face to him to know.
God, what a mess.
A soft touch pulled his gaze. Possessiveness whirled around Mac as he struggled not to
gather her up and bury her in his arms. Need stabbed him. Confusion chased the gold flecks in
her gorgeous eyes, and he wanted it gone. He wanted those incredible eyes clear and focused—
on him.
He realized she would feel a connection, but her ignorance and whatever drugs she had in
her system masked it. She lifted a shaky hand to touch the side of his face, but still didn’t say one
word. Deep purple marks marred her neck. Mac’s body tightened, and a shallow breath managed
to escape. He took in her pale face under the bruises and gazed at the chipped stubs of filthy,
bitten fingernails as she lowered her hand back to her side.
Mac pulled himself together. “Lisa, we need to get you out of here, okay?” He gently helped
her stand. She winced as he looped an arm around her side to steady her.
He took one look around the bare room and didn’t bother to ask if she needed to take
anything. Taking one cautious step, she tried, but her knees buckled. Mac caught her before got
anywhere near the floor. Without thinking, he brushed one kiss on her forehead and looked
into those big eyes that were fighting to stay open. She blinked at him slowly, easier breaths
ghosting his face, and Mac’s arm tightened as her head lowered. Yes.
In that small, cautious, trusting movement, Mac heard his bear roar protectively as his arms
tightened around her. No one would ever hurt a hair on her head again. While he still had breath
left in his body, she would be safe, she would be cared for, and she would be loved.

Excerpt 2
Mac eased her back alongside him some more. He pushed his thigh in between her legs and
felt her shuddering as his cock scraped her buttocks. He kissed the soft side of her neck and
explored her shoulder blades with his tongue. His cock was pulsing in time to his heart.
Mac knew he had to go slow. His chest had swelled so much when she’d said he would be
her first. He’d nearly panicked. He’d shot out of the bedroom like some scared kid. He wanted
her relaxed and ready.
Cautiously, he explored with his fingers some more and found the little nub. He groaned as
it became swollen and desperately wanted to suck on it. With one finger, he teased it away from
its hood and flicked gently.
Lisa jerked and gasped. Next time he wanted to feel those muscles tighten on him. He
needed her in bed, now.
He went to pick her up, but she shimmied away, hazel eyes locked on him, pupils wide. He
hitched a breath. One push from her hand and he was against the tiles. She grabbed each of his
hands and lifted them, so they were above his head. “Keep them there.”
Mac nearly shot his load there and then.
He leaned his head back against the tiles, hard. Fuck, she was going down on him. Hot
breathy, wet kisses feathered his abs, teasing him, promising him. Fingers that only existed to
trail his skin, tightened and snaked lower. Mac locked his knees. His cock jumped to meet her.
Agonized— didn’t she know he was gonna die?—lips pressed his skin. He was on fire. Mouth
seized, harsh pants filled the room, and steam rose.
Christ, a warm, wet, blissful heat enclosed his dick. He dropped his head. He wanted to do
something unmanly, like cry. Fucking perfect. Tingles started in his spine, and he knew wouldn’t last
long. Fuck, she’d found… His knees nearly gave way. “Oh God, Oh God, Yessss,”
he hissed as her tongue pushed in his slit.
She paused, as if she was going to regroup, and for one awful minute, he thought she was
going to stop. Her hand fisted around his base, and she dove at him. Nearly his entire length went
down that gorgeous throat. He couldn’t breathe, didn’t know how she was breathing. On and on,
pulls and sucks tugged at his inside.
“Gonna, gonna.” He tried for speech, some warning, but she sped up. Mindless pleasure
grabbed him. He couldn’t think. Hot, hard, he was gonna burst. Heat bloomed in his spine and
shot around to his dick. His balls lifted and tightened, and spurts of cum jetted down her throat.
His vision whited out and pleasure so intense rocked every cell in his body. Fuck, fuck, on and
He grabbed her face. She eased away and gently kissed the tip, seemingly fascinated at the
little after-shocks that bobbed his dick up to meet her. Mac straightened his spine and lifted her
up flush to his body, hard. His legs were just catching on with having to hold him up, but damn
he wasn’t letting so much as one of her toes hit the floor. She was his, every inch, every fucking
perfect inch.

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Has loved books for as long as she can remember. Books were always what pocket money went on and what usually Father Christmas brought. When she ran out of her kids' adventure stories, she would go raid her Mom's. By the age of eight she was devouring classics like Little Women, and fell in love with love stories.
She's still in love with them. Any size, any shape, any creature - love is love, no matter what it says on the box. In fact if her heroes and heroines don't always fit neatly into a box, she loves them even more. She's worked as a Mom, a nurse, and a teaching assistant.
She decided to go on an adventure with her family in 2010 and moved from England to America and now lives in Florida.
Last year in 2013, she thought it was time to stop just reading love stories and start writing them
First m/f paranormal to be released November 1st 2014. First m/m contemporary to be released early December 2014