One Summer Night Cover Reveal

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I’m happy to share the cover for One Summer Night by the very  talented Caridad Pineiro. The story takes place at one of my favorite vacation spots, the Jersey Shore and sounds like it will be a scorcher. Enjoy!


Maggie Sinclair has tried everything to save her family’s business. Her options are dwindling, and she needs someone who can turn things around—fast. Problem is, the only person who can help her is trouble with a capital T. The Sinclair and Pierce families have been feuding for nearly 30 years, but that hasn’t stopped Jax Pierce from noticing Maggie. And he likes what he sees—a lot. But getting involved would mean risking his family, his inheritance, and above all, his heart. Can Maggie and Jax keep their simmering attraction at bay—or will mixing business and pleasure bring nothing but heartache?


With keen interest, Owen Pierce took note of the three women as they hurried away from the dais and into the Sinclair mansion.

“Put your eyes back in your head, Bro. She’s nothing but trouble,” Jon warned in low tones.

Owen bit back the retort that if anyone knew about trouble, it was his brother. Jonathan had always marched to a different drummer and had set out on his own as a teenager to explore what he wanted out of life. Now a successful entrepreneur, he had captured the media’s attention with his innovative designs and daring adventures. That left Owen to shoulder most of the burden of the family’s real estate business, as well as deal with his father’s anger over Jonathan’s latest newsworthy escapade.

He envied his brother’s carefree spirit and determination, especially as Maggie Sinclair marched back onto the patio with her friends, an angry bride, and an obviously inebriated groom. Both the bride and groom looked far from happy as they approached the elaborate multi-tiered wedding cake that had been wheeled out to the middle of the makeshift dance floor.

He worried the bride might plunge the long knife she held into her new husband, but luckily for the newlyweds, Maggie directed the blade toward the cake.

Jon playfully elbowed him. “Seriously, Owen. She’s not for you. Father declared the Sinclairs off-limits ages ago. He would have a stroke if he thought the two of you were involved.”

Involved with Maggie Sinclair, Owen thought and sighed with regret.

In a way, he’d been involved with her forever. He’d like to chalk it all up to a sloppy, hurried, and stolen kiss at eighteen and the allure of forbidden fruit. But since that kiss, he’d watched her mature into a smart, beautiful woman. One who was willing to work hard for the town and business she cared about as well as friends and family. With every encounter, he’d grown more intrigued with the person Maggie had become.

But his father had come down hard on them about mingling with the Sinclairs right after Maggie’s mother’s death. For years, they’d been unable to come to their Sea Kiss home, and even when they’d returned, they’d done so without their father, who refused to be so close to the family he thought had wronged him.

Not that Owen expected that Jon would kowtow to such rules, since his brother was the kind of man who didn’t hesitate to take what he wanted.

He arched a brow and met his brother’s blue-eyed gaze, which glittered with a mix of undisguised challenge and amusement. “Do you think you’re the only one entitled to a little adventure in your life?” he said.

Jon chuckled. “My kind of adventure is way safer than what you may be considering.”

“Why’s that, Li’l Bro?” he asked, appreciating the sight of Maggie in a dusty-rose gown that hugged dangerous curves. Her chestnut-brown hair fell to her shoulders in soft waves and framed ice-blue eyes and a sassy, sexy face that snared his attention every time he saw her.

Jonathan took a last sip of his champagne and barely stifled another laugh. With a shake of his head, he replied, “Because all I risk is an occasional broken bone, but that…”  He jerked his head in Maggie’s direction as she stepped back beside Connie and Emma.  “That will break your heart.”

The cover



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Caridad Pineiro is a transplanted Long Island girl who has fallen in love with pork roll and the Jersey Shore, but still can’t get the hang of tomato pies. When Caridad isn’t taking long strolls along the boardwalk to maintain her sanity and burn off that pork roll, she’s also a NY Times and USA Today bestselling author with over a million books sold worldwide. Caridad is passionate about writing and helping others explore and develop their skills as writers. She is a founding member of the Liberty States Fiction Writers and has presented workshops at the RT Book Club Convention, Romance Writers of America National Conference as well as various writing organizations throughout the country.


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My Least Favorite Position

I’ve decided to include something new(ish) on my blog on Fridays:

Military Memories

I hope you enjoy the trip down memory lane.

I remember Navy Boot Camp and the culture shock of learning to live with so many rules. One of those rules was to memorize the General Orders.  I especially remember number three. To report all violations of orders I am instructed to enforce.

Our Company Commanders spent a lot of time with us, but they weren’t with us constantly. They trusted us to do what we were supposed to. After all, although many of us – myself included – were teenagers, we were sailors. We were responsible… if we weren’t, we would be by the time training was over.

During boot camp, one of our many rules was that smokers were only allowed to smoke in designated locations at designated times. I’m not now, nor have I ever been a smoker. Oh, I’ve tried a few cigarettes when I was in my twenties, but smoking never became habit-forming for me. My guess is that I didn’t do it right… Oh well.

One fine Navy day, while our CC’s were away, the smokers decided to take a smoke break. They may have gone to the designated location, but since the CC’s were not there to announce, “Smoke Break”, it was definitely not a designated time. I know you must be thinking, “Didn’t they leave someone in charge?” Yes. Yes, they did. We had an RCPO – Recruit Chief Petty Officer. HOWEVER… our RCPO was a smoker.

Push-upsEventually, somehow, the CC’s found out. You’ve heard the term “Push-up position”? The women in my company became very familiar with that term… and that position. We had to assume and remain in push-up position. For how long you ask? Until our Company Commanders told us we could move. Yeah… that was a long time. Now in case you think we could raise our upper bodies just a little and not suffer too much discomfort, think again. We were instructed to make our dog tags touch the floor. They had to be directly perpendicular to the floor. They could not bend or slant. Let me show you.  Imagine the card in these images is my dog tag, extended from a chain around my neck.

While in this agonizing position, we were asked what General Order number three was. And we had to recite it. Over and over and over.

It went something like this:
CC: Push up position!
Recruits*We all hit the floor in position with arms bent.*
Recruits*We extended our arms and went high enough so our dog tags were just touching the floor.*
CC: What is General Order number three?
Recruits: To report all violations of orders I am instructed to enforce, Ma’am.
CC: I can’t hear you.
Recruits: (louder) To report all violations of orders I am instructed to enforce, Ma’am.
CC: What was that?
Recruits: (louder) To report all violations of orders I am instructed to enforce, Ma’am.
Recruits: *We bent our arms, faces to the floor, grateful for a few seconds before the command came again.*
Recruits: *We extended our arms and went high enough so our dog tags were just touching the floor.*
CC: What is General Order number three?
Recruits: To report all violations of orders I am instructed to enforce, Ma’am.

I can’t remember how long we did this, but it was not fun and we certainly learned our lesson. You may be wondering why the entire company was punished for something a handful of smokers did. Well… we were a company. We were a team. We were one. Besides, although the smokers committed the offense, we all knew about it. No one reported it. To report all violations of orders I am instructed to enforce. (Well, maybe someone did, because the CC’s found out somehow.) We all deserved it. I look back on that memory with fondness and gratitude to my Company Commanders.

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What do you do when you discover your lover is off-limits? Give up the perfect love, give up an esteemed military career or do neither and pray no one finds out?

Military regulations prohibit personal relationships between senior officers and their juniors. Violation of these rules is a serious offense. Unfortunately, for Layla and Ethan, they don’t discover each other’s military status until after they’ve already fallen for each other. With the threat of disciplinary action and their careers at risk, the lovers find themselves with an impossible decision.

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At the conclusion of the staff meeting, everyone emptied the room, but I remained seated, waiting for a chance to confront Lieutenant Parker. I pulled my cell from my pocket, pretending I had a reason to linger. The message notification on my phone startled me.

ETHAN: My office. Now.
ME: Are you kidding? I can’t just walk into your office.
ETHAN: We need to talk. Wait a few minutes, and then knock on my door.

He stood and left the room without a glance in my direction. The sight of Ethan in uniform made my heart flutter a little.
Memories of nights I’d spent wrapped in his arms flooded my consciousness. How could neither of us know the other’s military status? How could neither of us think to ask?
The door to his office was ajar. Should I just go in? Should I knock? I figured I’d better follow standard procedure just in case anyone saw me. I knocked on the door and spoke immediately after. “Request permission to enter, Sir.”
“Granted.” He rose from his desk, walked past me, and shut the door.
Tension radiated through every muscle in my body. We stood for a beat, staring at each other. He had to be thinking the same thing I was: What! The! Fuck!
“Layla, what the hell is going on?”
Was he accusing me? Did he think I somehow planned this shit? “You tell me. You never said you’re in the Navy. That you’re an officer. That you work here. Do you know what this means?”
Of course, I know what this means. I thought you were a student.”
“I am. I was.”
“You didn’t say you’re also an instructor.” He started to pace.
“It didn’t come up. I had other things on my mind.”
“Like what?” Those vivid, blue eyes held my gaze as he stood mere inches away.
He was too smart to be that clueless. “Like you.”
His expression softened.
“You didn’t tell me you were the new Director of Training at one of the Navy’s best training facilities.”
“We can discuss everything later at the hotel.”
“What are you? crazy? We can’t meet at the hotel. We can’t talk. We can’t text. We can’t anything.”
“We need to figure out what we’re going to do.”
“There’s nothing we can do. This is it for us. I finally meet the perfect guy… and I can’t have him.”
A knock at the door startled us and we quickly backed away from each other. My heart beat wildly as the commanding officer swung the door open and came right toward us.


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Friends or Lovers – Could You Resist the Temptation?

Every once in a while, I have the pleasure of having coffee with the ultra-talented Mika Jolie. We talk about work, food, book cover designs and the art of balancing family life with writing. MJ has become a dear friend and mentor. So I’m honored to feature her on my blog today.

Her newest release, The Boy Friend, is lighter than her previous books, but every bit as enjoyable. You’ll fall in love with the humorously candid hero, Dean, and find yourself rooting for him to have his happily ever after.



According to the law of attraction, women and men can’t be friends.

Contrary to this myth, my friendship with Coriander Phillips does not rest on unrequited love or un-actualized lust. We’ve been inseparable since the day I pulled one of her pigtails and she punched me in the gut.
She’s hilarious, fun to hang out with. Together, we’re like peanut butter and jelly, spaghetti and meatballs, wings and beer. A match made in heaven.
She’s the bomb.
Did I mention she’s smokin’ hot? I’ve checked her out…maybe once or twice. Hey, I’m a guy.
Seriously, no awkwardness, no secret yearning for our relationship to escalate beyond the purely platonic. I’m the boy friend—the loyal shoulder she cries on, the dispenser of coffee, sympathy, hugs, advice, and affection with no expectations.
Until the invisible line between friends and lovers became blurry.
Now I want more. I want her.
All I have to do is convince her we can be more than friends.
If only it were that easy.

An excerpt from The Boy Friend

I want her.
She wants me.
Just not enough. Actually, she’s smart. We’re a bad idea. I’m well aware of that, except I like bad ideas. Exhaling, I scrub a hand over my face. This unrequited desire needs to be tucked away. I should have put an end to these crazy thoughts from the beginning, but I entertained them . . . like a playful pet. Now, my desire has grown into a ferocious animal.
Acceptance is key here. I need to accept that I’m the boy friend, without the perks, and move on. No need for unnecessary tension. Our circle is tight. Attraction, lust, are part of the human flesh. These wild horses of my mind must be tracked down, captured, and tucked away in the Do-Not-Touch Cori file.

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Meet Dean Conrad Morello


What would you like it to say on your tombstone?
Life is a one time offer, use it well.

What is your favorite drink?
Scotch – neat.

What was your first impression of Coriander Phillips?
Feisty. We met over twenty years ago. (Laughs) She did punch me in the gut.

If we could only hear your voice (but not see you) what characteristic would identify you?
Dean Martin singing Sway.

Are you close to family?
Very much so, and my friends.

Do you see morality as black-and-white, or with shades of gray?
(Laughs) Definitely shades of gray.

Do you care about what others assume about you?
Not particularly. I care about my family, friends, and Coriander’s opinion. After that (shrugs) yeah that’s about it.

Who in your life has the power to hurt you the most and why?
Coriander. She knows a side of me that I didn’t know existed until recently. She makes me feel vulnerable.

Describe a typical Friday night.
(Smiles) Cori and I go to this bar/restaurant called Une Pression every Friday. I think we’ll keep that tradition until we can’t walk anymore.



Other titles by Mika Jolie

All of Mika’s novels are standalone and can be read in any order.

Poison & Wine Series

  • Somewhere to Begin

Martha’s Way Series

  • The Scale
  • Need You Now
  • Tattooed Hearts
  • Wrapped in Red

About the Author

Mika Jolie lives in New Jersey with her Happy Chaos—her husband and their energizer bunnies. A sports fanatic and a wine aficionado, she’s determined to balance it all and still write about life experiences and matters of the heart. Let’s face it, people are complicated and love can be messy. When she’s not weaving life and romance into evocative tales, you can find her on a hiking adventure, apple picking, or whatever her three men can conjure up.

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Like Rich, Creamy Chocolate

Chocolate fountain placed on a table in wedding dayToday I’m featuring another hot, new Romance. Morrow’s Horizon releases on Friday 4/21/17, and trust me when I say you’re in for a treat. Sierra Kummings is not only a very good friend, but she’s also an amazing writer. I got a taste of her writing when Morrow’s Horizon was still in the development stages, and I was hooked from that very first chapter sample. SK, as I like to call her, has a writing style that flows like a fountain of rich, creamy chocolate. Enjoy!

Release Date: 4/21/17


Blood, and love for a special little girl, bind the five Morrow sisters in an unbreakable way. Yet the family-devoted Sara Morrow yearns for more.

And that “more” looks a lot like the irresistible Jacob Ramírez.

For years, Sara’s contented herself with toe-curling fantasies about the CFO of the bank that employs her – all the while promising herself she’d never fall for the type of passion that destroyed her parent’s marriage. But when the one and only Latin six-foot-four god accepts her offer of help and turns her fantasies into reality, she’s forced to decide if it’s worth finding out if her boss is everything she’s dreamed of, or just the manifestation of all her fears.

Jacob has his own set of fears. Right out of high school, he joined the Marines, only to come home six years later with night terrors that haunt even his days. Now, at thirty-three, rudimentary techniques keep his secret hidden.

Until a chance meeting with Sara Morrow coincides with a deception that rocks him to his core.

When Sara’s faith is tested, her sisters’ love gives her the courage to believe in someone else. When Jacob’s is tested, he has to learn how to believe in himself.


Meet Jacob Ramírez

With no warning, the world exploded as an Improvised Explosive Device detonated in the enclosed space, ringing in Jacob’s ears. He glanced about the room in terror, fighting the urge to dive under his desk.
His father!
Was his father hurt?
Was he…
Jacob jumped to his feet, his frantic gaze taking in the man standing in the same spot as he had a moment ago, unharmed. In fact, the whole office appeared unharmed. Yet even though Jacob’s mind saw the reality, his body reacted to another. While he tried to process everything, his heart beat a furious rhythm and sweat ran down his back, gathering at the base of his spine.
What the hell had happened?
“Sorry, boss.” Vanessa poked her head around the corner through the open doorway. “UPS just came. They…”
Her voice trailed off, as she no doubt took in Jacob’s face.
He didn’t blame her. He’d seen himself after one of his episodes. He knew he looked like a man who’d just encountered his most feared demon.
When his father turned to stare at him, too, Jacob commanded into submission the tremors that threatened to rock his body, and stood there with rigid posture. The strength it took to remain rooted in the present and not allow himself to spiral into the past became a battle every bit as fierce as any he’d waged under enemy fire. He dug his nails into his palms, the flesh scarred from years of the repeated behavior.
One hundred.

A chat with Jacob

How old are you?

What is your relationship status?
*gulps* You would have to ask that, wouldn’t you? No, no, it’s okay. I can answer. A few months ago, this would’ve been the hardest question you could’ve asked, but I suppose I’m getting better at it now. I’m engaged. To be married. Don’t get me wrong, I love Sara. I love that woman more than I ever thought possible. It’s just… I never thought I deserved her. Hell, I still don’t think I deserve her. But that’s my journey, I suppose.

When you look in the mirror, what do you see?
If you would’ve asked me this just six months ago, I would’ve told you I saw a fraud—a poor excuse of a man and one unworthy of the title of Marine. Now, I’m not so sure. I guess I just see me.

Name three of your favorite things.
1. Sara
2. Sex with Sara (What? I’m a guy. And she’s, well, she’s Sara. Trust me, you’ll understand once you read our story. She’s what fantasies are made of. Not just her body—though Jesucristo, that is definitely a knockout—but it’s the way she laughs at herself, the way she helps others, the way she eats. She does everything as if it’s the only thing she’s ever wanted to do, including having sex. She’s intoxicating. I’ve never met anyone like her.)
3. Driving my jeep up Pacific Coast Highway

What is your best memory to date?
The day Sara ran off with my coat. I’m not sure I believed that at the time, especially given what happened immediately after that, but yeah, looking back, that day changed everything for me. She gave me my life back. No, wait, that’s not right. My counselor would yell at me for even saying that. As would Mama Bea. No, Sara didn’t give me my life back, but she led me to the path where I found myself again.

What are you most afraid of?
Being responsible for the death of someone else that I love.

What would you like it to say on your tombstone?
He loved.

What is your favorite drink?
Whiskey. Definitely whiskey. *grins*

What is your favorite food?
Anything that Sara’s eating.

What is your favorite song?
Anything sung by Sara’s sister, Riley. Seriously. That woman’s voice is the closest I’ll ever get to hearing angels sing.

What was your first impression of Sara?
The first time I saw Sara, all I saw was this incredible light. I still see that light every time I look at her. It shines out straight through from her soul. It is singly the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.

What would you most like to forget?
I’m not supposed to say this—I’ll have three formidable women on my ass for even thinking it—but you wanted honesty, right? Well, there’s only one answer that fits here. I wish I could forget the night that changed my life forever. I wish I could stop seeing my friends die right in front of me. I wish… No, maybe that’s not true. I don’t wish I could stop seeing it; I wish it’d never happened. I wish they were still here now. I wish they could stand by my side when I finally say I do. But we don’t get what we wish for, do we?

If you could go back in time, what one thing would you change in your life?
The day I lost everything. If I could, I would go back and tell our superiors that it was too dangerous to make that supply run that day. If I could, I’d tell Moorhouse to put away that fucking photo of his newborn daughter and tell us all to be on alert. If I could…

Are you close to family?
I’ve always been close to the family of my choosing, but it wasn’t until recently that I started developing a relationship with the family I was born into. I don’t know. Ask me this question again in a year; maybe then, I can give you a definitive yes.

If someone from your past showed up, who would you most want it to be, and why?
My men. The six men I lost that day. Moorhouse, Tsu, Gomez, Bear, Reed, and Tot.

If you could make any one thing happen, what would it be?
For me to be the man that Sara deserves.

Describe a typical Friday night.
I used to spend them either catching up on work or driving up the coast. Now I get to spend them with my beautiful fiancée. How fucking crazy is that?


Meet Sara Morrow

“Espere?” Jacob’s voice carried doubt, but he looked at Sara expectantly. “Wait for me? I have to take this phone call, but afterwards…”
Sara gulped.
She should say no. She knew that. In fact, everything in her screamed RUN. But then shadows filled his eyes that hadn’t been there when he’d laughed, and an inexplicable desire that she swore to herself had nothing to do with attraction and everything to do with the weariness that now clung to him had her saying, “I’ll stay.”
The stare he fixed on her called her bluff, yet strangely, since she’d already given her acquiescence, she no longer cared that she hadn’t agreed to stay for any reason other than her wish to live out her fantasy. She pictured him crowding her against the car for a fuck session that wouldn’t stop until he’d shown her everything she’d been missing.

A chat with Sara

How old are you?
Twenty-six. Almost twenty-seven.

What is your relationship status?
Perfect. (What? If you met Jacob, you’d understand that answer. Trust me.)

When you look in the mirror, what do you see?
A mess of a woman who embraces all of her flaws, loves hard, and perhaps suffers a little too often from insomnia (Yes, bags under my eyes, I’m talking about you.)

Name three of your favorite things.
1. My niece, Tessa. (Yes, I do know that you asked for things and not people, but as she is the light that brightens my day, I couldn’t not mention her.)
2. Fried chicken. Flaky, tender, dripping in grease fried chicken. Damn. Now I want fried chicken.
3. My job. Have I not told you about my new job? Oh, wait. I probably shouldn’t say too much now. I forget that you haven’t read my story yet. But just wait. When you get there, you’ll know. And you’ll be just as excited as I am.

What is your best memory to date?
Tessa’s birth. Though I must admit, that now rivals with the day I lost my mind and stole my boss’s jacket. Or better yet, the day of my sister’s engagement party. (Oh, all right. I know, I know. Shhhh. I won’t say anything more. I promise.)

What are you most afraid of?
The man I love leaving me for someone else. I know I shouldn’t worry about that anymore because Jacob is just so… Jacob. But what can I say? I’m a work in progress. I’ll get there. I know I will. I’m just not quite there yet.

What would you like it to say on your tombstone?
She lived, she loved, she ate fried chicken.

What is your favorite drink?
Whiskey. (Stop looking at me like that. You’re making me blush. Oh, you’ve read that scene, have you? Yeah… now you understand, right?)

What is your favorite food?
Um… hello? Have you not seen my above answers? Fried chicken, of course.

What is your favorite song?
Pour Some Sugar on Me. Definitely Pour Some Sugar on Me. *giggles* Trust me, if you’d been in the park that day, it’d be your favorite song, too.

What was your first impression of Jacob Ramírez?
*sigh* How long do you have? Jacob is perfect, and sweet, and sexy as hell. And in the beginning, he absolutely terrified me. I think I fell for him that very first day. I didn’t know it at the time, of course, but how could I not? He just… called to me. Like, his soul called to me. That sounds hokey, doesn’t it? Well, don’t blame me; you’re the one who asked the question.

What would you most like to forget?
I can’t give the details, but trust me, once you read my story and get to that point, you’ll understand.

If you could go back in time, what one thing would you change in your life?
Nothing, yet everything. Does that even make sense?

Are you close to family?
Is the sky blue? Sorry. Sometimes my smartass mouth gets the best of me. Yes. Yes, I am insanely close to my family. Well, maybe not my father, but we’re working on it.

If someone from your past showed up, who would you most want it to be, and why?
Christopher. I can’t say anything more until you’ve read my story, but yeah, definitely Christopher. I miss him every day.

If you could make any one thing happen, what would it be?
For my sister, Maddie, to win the lottery.

Describe a typical Friday night.
Most Friday nights usually start out the same: Jacob and I either curled up on a chaise lounge out on his deck listening to the waves and watching the peaceful roll of the ocean, or us having sex. Of course, sometimes we combine the two activities. *giggles* When I’m not with Jacob, however, I’m probably having a girl’s night out with all four of my sisters. Yep, that’s right. I said four. The Morrow women are without a doubt some of the most loyal (and craziest) people I know. Regardless of how my Friday nights start, though, they always end with some quality time with my beautiful and perfect niece, Tessa.



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Sierra Kummings is a writer of contemporary erotic romances. Her three loves are her family, writing, and chocolate, though not always in that order. She discovered creative writing in high school, but set her dream aside to pursue a master’s degree in professional counseling. She now puts her degree to good use strengthening characters that have been in her head since her teens. In addition to penning hot romances, she also proudly claims the title of mother to an incredible little girl who inspires her every day.


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Do You Like to Watch?

Today I’m thrilled to share a very spicy read with you. I’ve had the privilege of reading this story in it’s beginning stages and was immediately intrigued. I’m excited to learn how the story turned out.

Warning: Adults only!

Title: Voyeur in the Mist

Author: Sherry Terry

Genre: Contemporary Romantica/Erotica novella


Some women dream of flowers, of romance. Susan isn’t one of those women. Her secret dream is to be watched through her bedroom window. She tries her best to hide her desire, but her inner exhibitionist wants out. A chance encounter at the Dentist’s office might just be what Susan needs to finally get what she has always dreamed about. Now all she has to do is to convince the mysterious man to help her.

Justin’s life as a molecular biologist is on the fast-track to a promising future. He enjoys his quiet life, dating no one in particular, but that all changes when he bumps into a pretty young woman with kinky sexual ideas that skirt the law. Her exciting inclinations arouse him, filling him with an undeniable urge to join in her escapades.

Will they risk everything for an exciting sex life or play it safe?


She edged up his thigh, brushing her finger over his bulge. He gasped, and gripped her wrist, growing hard under her hand. The instant reaction made her heart race, and she rubbed a thumb over the tip of his erection.
He squirmed and glanced around. “Here?”
Lust washed into the pit of her stomach, pooling between her legs. Many times while at the aquarium in the past she’d thought about having sex in the tube. This might be her only chance, and doing it with Justin would be fun. She answered his question by going to her knees in front of him.
Looking up at his shocked face, she raised an eyebrow. “Sure. I happen to know that we are out of sight of any security cameras. It’s exciting, and taboo.”
“And how do you know that? You’ve done this here with other guys?”
The look of hurt in his eyes made her fall in love with him. “No! I’ve never done anything like this with anyone. A friend works in the IT department here, I’ve had lunch with her several times and she showed me around.”
He relaxed. “So. I’m your first. Good to know.”
Looking up at him, she smiled, flirting with her eyes. “You’re my first at everything we’ve done so far. I’ve waited a long time for someone like you.”
His strong hand cupped the side of her face, the warmth of his fingers spreading through her. “You’re so beautiful, and wild.”
She struggled a moment with his zipper before getting the fly undone. He fished his erection out of the opening, his flushed face and hungry, dilated eyes spurring her on. She wrapped her hand around him.
He groaned and adjusted on the bench.

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Sexual Healing by Marvin Gaye 


An interview with the characters of Voyeur in the Mist – Susan and Justin

Susan, if you could go back in time, what one thing would you change in your life?

I wouldn’t hide who I am. I would be more open and spend more time with like-minded people instead of hiding and feeling like a freak. As an adult, I would stop trying to make that side of myself go away. Be who you are. If I could go back in time and change one thing, it would be to live my life as I am, not as who I think people want me to be.


Justin, what are people’s first impression of you?

I’m easy going, friendly, I don’t have trouble getting a date, and I have a great job in molecular biology.


Susan, what is your favorite song?

Walk Away by Kelly Clarkson.


Justin, do you see morality as black-and-white, or with shades of gray?

Morality? Some things like murder or stealing is black-and-white. It’s wrong on a legal level and a moral level. What some people consider moral in the bedroom is every shade of gray on the color spectrum. No one wakes up one day and decides to be turned on by something most people find of low morality. As long as all parties involved are of willing participants of legal age, who is to say what’s wrong or what’s rights. That’s between the people involved.


Susan, what would you like it to say on your tombstone?

She lived life on her terms.

About the Author

1554394_1600334090215995_6202896096714900672_nSherry Terry lives on Red Bull and sarcasm in a small town in Texas with her
hermaphroditic cat named, Hermy. As a single mother, she put herself through college
and worked as a Radiologic Technologist for almost twenty years before she gave it all up to be a bum. In her Champagne wishes and caviar dreams, she spends all of her time writing the next greatest romance novel to hit the market. Her blog is dedicated to helping aspiring writers with how-to articles and awesome research links.

Author Interview

What do you think makes a good romance story?
The journey, the discovery, and the angst of falling in love. I love historical romance where I can escape into a time and place I’ll never be able to visit. In real life there are bad times and good times, I want to read characters who feel like they are real people. Good looking, yes. But beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and the more the characters are attracted to the other is what I find romantic. They could both have hairy warts on their noses for all I care. I like flawed characters.

Historical romance means research, and in its own way requires you must build a world not familiar with today. How do you go about world-building for your stories?
I love the research part. I usually get an image of a sex scene in my head and go from there. I have a story about a female pirate and her gentleman slave. I got the whole idea from the flash of an image in my mind of a bound man riding in a wooden cage being pulled by a horse at night. I wanted to write a pirate story, but I wanted the woman to be the bad guy.

I started researching the history of pirates and picked a year to set the story. The research is where I get my ideas to build the world of living on a pirate ship in 1729. What they ate, what they wore, their weapons, who they attacked, how they spent their money… In order for the story to feel real, the setting (world building) must be real. I get lost in the research as the more I discover, the more plot ideas I get. I have to set a timer nowadays.

How are you publishing your writing and why?
I plan to self-publish my work. It’s the only way to have total control over everything. It also means I do all of the marketing and promoting, and I pay out of pocket for a cover and formatting, but I don’t have to give someone else a percentage of the sales (other than what Amazon and others charge to give you a place to sell it).

I’m not knocking traditional publishing, but just what do you get in return for giving them a lot of your profit? You get editing, a cover, and a place to send people. Some small publishers are offering good royalties, but most offer something like 8% last time I checked. In today’s publishing world, the author does most if not all of the marketing and promotions. The money spent on a cover, formatting, editing, and advertising is made back in sales if you put out a good product.

I learned how to make my own ads for the advertising, and I joined an online writing group where I get awesome critiques and edits for free.

Covers are as low as $50 or learn how to make a good one. Formatting is $50 or learn how to use a template to make the story an EPUB. I spend $100 on a story. I can make that back with less than 30 sales.

Do you have any advice for other authors on how to market their books?
Market yourself as a real person. You’re not marketing your books; you’re marking you – the author.

Nothing turns people off faster than nothing but BUY MY BOOK posts. Start early by creating some social media profiles. I have had my author Twitter, Facebook, Pinterest, Goodreads, and a blog for 2 years. I post to Facebook and Twitter every day, something funny or a picture or an ad for my book or a promotion of someone else. It can be anything other than personal information about your personal life. What you had for breakfast, did you read a good book, random stuff. You can talk about your writing, your story, stories you like.

Interact with others by liking, responding, and sharing their posts.

Facebook is a great place to market and promote yourself. I suggest creating an author profile instead of a page. With a profile, people can friend you and interact with you. On an author page, all you do is post. People follow it for information. Interacting with people draws more action to your work.

Keep your personal life and your author social media separate. Do not post pictures of your kids on your author Facebook. Your author Facebook is going to friend everyone and join groups with thousands of people.

For Pinterest, I make a board for my stories and fill them with pictures of ideas and the setting and the people in the story.

You can create a website/blog for free and use it for your publications. You don’t have to blog but it’s a good place for your fans to find all your work and keep up with when you publish.

Be active! People can’t find you if they never see you around social media. It takes me about 30 minutes a day to post and interact on Facebook and Twitter.

What is your favorite way to avoid writing?
Looking online for pictures. I love to scour places you can get royalty free pictures to use for my Pinterest and book advertisements. I only plan to do it for a moment, then hours have gone by. But, I have tons of great teaser pictures I can use for graphic ads and book trailers, so that’s a plus.

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I’m happy to host Anita Philmar on my blog today. She’s the author of A Cowboy’s Passion.



Tess Van Pelt doesn’t have time to grieve the loss of her husband, not when the wolves are already at the door.  Still, she has a lover that is willing to help save her. He introduces her to his cousin, Reece Bristol Smith.

As a lawyer, Reece can keep the debtors at bay. The problem or solution is he can’t keep his hands off Tess. With her deceased husband accused of murder and the major creditor making unreasonable demands, Reece has to secure Tess’s future in the best way he knows how.

Now, will Tess trust him and his cousin to keep her safe or will he need to teach her a few lessons in handing over control to him?

***A Cowboy’s Passion is a hot adult erotic mystery that explores the passion of having multiple partners. MFM



“Tess, I’d like you to meet my cousin, Reece Bristol Smith.” John waved to the man, walking toward her from the far end of the room. He must have been gazing out the window that overlooked the front porch. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have missed the solid line of his shoulders in his dark blue suit or the aristocratic glint in his gaze, and most of all his uncanny resemblance to his cousin. The two could almost be twins if not for the slight touch of gray at Reece’s temples.

“It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Van Pelt. John has told me a great deal about you.” Reece paused by the end of the couch and waited for John to step out of the way before approaching.

John muttered something and left the room.

Tess stared, fighting the need to stand and walk directly into this stranger’s arms. Could he offer her the same type of pleasure John did? The thought had her shifting restlessly on the couch. The image of them both making love to her at once had her squeezing her hands together.

Tess drew back her shoulders and stiffened her spine. As a new widow, she had a certain decorum she needed to maintain. On the other hand, Gab had only been dead a few days. Wanting sex with a complete stranger didn’t fall on the list of acceptable activities she planned to allow herself.

Hell, she’d managed to keep away from John. She should have the strength to resist his cousin. “He told me you are a lawyer.”

“Yes, and John was kind enough to provide access to your deceased husband’s papers.” Reece sank onto the couch by her feet.

“Well, if that’s true, then you’ve undoubtedly decided you want no part of this mess after all. Gab had a diverse array of business dealings. Some of which I’m not even sure, I’m aware of.” Her gaze ran over the hard line of his jaw and settled on his lower lip. The soft pink flesh had a wet trail from the swipe of his tongue.

Need again washed through her, and she missed his reply.

In fact, she must have failed to catch more than she thought when he rose and stepped to her. As if in a dream, he suddenly stood directly above her with one hand on the back of the couch, the other on the armrest. His handsome face filled her line of sight. Then he moved even closer, and her eyelids fluttered close.

A Cowboy's Passion
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Other Books in the  Naked Bluff, Texas series

In Deep Water   Skinny-dipping to cool off in the Trinity River couldn’t cause any problems…could it?

In Too Deep   The peace of the day is shattered when her best friend steps too far into the Trinity River.

Duty’s Bride   Can Sadie have a new life or will her old one rear its ugly head?

More Than Ready   Can a determined woman win her heart’s desire?

A Cowboy’s Pleasure   Does this cowboy want the job he’s being offered?

The Country Doctor’s Bride   Run from a murder or marry a doctor, which one will she choose?

About the Author

Anita Philmar likes to create stories that push the limit. A writer by day and a dreamer by night she wants her readers to see the world in a new way.

Influenced by old movies, she likes to develop places where anything can happen and where special moments come to life in a great read.

Naughty or Nice?

Read her books and decide.


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A Cowboy's Passion