I'm thrilled that Embroidered Fantasies is available once again!
Tapestries, Book 5 With her abusive ex-husband safely behind bars,
Roxanne Sykes is trying to carve out a quiet life for herself. Just as she’s
beginning to feel free to explore her new possibilities, word reaches her that
her cruel ex has been released from prison. When he shows up at her door bent
on destroying her, it’s only through the magic of a well-loved tapestry that
Roxanne is whisked away to safety—and into the world of a warrior she’s known
only from her fantasies.
Radnor Craddock has known only a life of violence
and brutality at the hands of his older
brothers. Now that they have fallen in battle,
Radnor and his twin brother Sednar can finally put their house in order. Just
as their efforts are bearing fruit, fate smiles upon them again by delivering a
potential tapestry bride to their doorstep. Well aware of what they must do to
win her hand and her heart, the brothers dedicate themselves to granting
Roxanne every imaginable pleasure, driving her to sensual heights unlike any
she has ever known.
With each new erotic encounter stirring a loving
bond between the three, Roxanne is tempted to accept the promise of the
tapestry and make a new life and new home with the brothers. But she has
trusted before and been painfully wrong, and she’s frightened by the
whisperings of the brothers’ violent past. Unsure of herself and threatened
anew when her merciless ex finds his way to her once again, Roxanne must trust
her heart as the brothers vow to protect her and destroy her ex—and to give her
a life and love she had never dreamed possible…
sound caught his ears and he cocked his head to one side, listening intently.
He heard it again. A low groan followed by the sound of fabric shuffling.
Someone was in here.
strode silently down the aisle, hand on the pommel of his sword, checking each
stall as he went. It was probably one of the stable boys, but he wanted to be
certain. Most of the stalls were empty, but a few had bales of hay stacked
inside, ready to be spread as bedding for the horses. In the last stall on the
left, he found his intruder.
froze, unable to believe his eyes. Lying on a stack of hay bales was a woman
wearing a garment of the most striking color he’d ever seen. It was almost
blinding in its intensity. Her slender legs were bare. The bottom of her
unusual dress was pushed above her knees. Most of her arms were exposed, as was
a wide swath just above her breasts. Something metal glinted down the center of
her garment when she shifted.
lips parted on a low groan, freeing Radnor from his stupor. He opened the gate
and stepped into the stall. Her hair barely touched her nape and was as black as
the night. Her lips were rosy and full, begging to be kissed. Her cheekbones
were high, her nose straight.
frowned, his eyes narrowing as he noted the pallor of her skin. He moved closer
and the faintest scent of flowers wafted before him. Recognition hit him full
force. He knew this woman. Knew the feel of her skin beneath his palms, the
scent of her body when she was aroused, the full shape of her ample breasts and
the strength of her supple limbs. She was the woman from his dream.
eyelids fluttered open and she stared up at him. Her eyes were gray, the same
color as a morning mist over the lake. She blinked once, opened her mouth and
destinies of a female scientist, two alpha super soldiers, and a sword-wielding
warrior collide when a magical tapestry brings them together for three days
that will change all their lives forever.
I'm sharing a teaser from Threads of Destiny over at the Decadent Divas Blog.
This week I'd like to welcome Rosanna Leo. She's sharing the blurb and excerpt from Predator's Kiss, the first book in her Gemini Island Shifters series.
Even better...right now, you can download it for FREE!
Bear shifter Ryland Snow just wants peace. The peace and
quiet afforded him at his woodsy retreat, the Ursa Fishing Lodge. As owner of
the lodge, Ryland enjoys the tranquil life he’s created among his fellow shifters.
He lives to maintain a safe haven for them, away from meddlesome human eyes.
When his rock star brother arrives, bringing trouble in the
form of a possible hitman, Ryland is incensed. He’s been cleaning up Soren’s
messes as long as he can remember, and is tired of his brother’s lecherous
Things go from bad to worse when Lia Goodblood stumbles upon
Ryland and his lodge. Yes, the reclusive erotica author is easy on the eyes,
but the human woman is more trouble than she’s worth. To say nothing of her
bizarre fear of furry creatures.
Ryland determines to rid himself of her presence. But when
he learns she’s on the run from a crazed fan, Ryland’s protective bear
instincts flare. And the bear won’t be denied.
She was already reviving a few minutes later. Ryland let out
a sigh of relief.
Thank God. When he’d first seen the petite woman hurtling
through the trees, he’d worried someone was after her. But no one else had
barreled behind her. And yet she’d seemed so scared.
They hadn’t helped, presenting her with a couple of snarling
She moaned a little, and the soft sound warmed him, making
him hard again. Damn. He glanced around the room, remembered he didn’t exactly
tend to stash clothes in guest cabins, and raced for the bathroom. He grabbed a
couple of clean towels off the rack and tossed one to Soren. “Cover yourself.”
Soren grinned like a devil and motioned to his nude bottom
half. “I can conduct my flirting business much more efficiently this way.”
Ryland glared as he wrapped his lower half in the towel.
“Cover yourself or I’ll strangle you with it, lover boy.”
His brother placed the woman’s backpack on the floor and
threw the towel about his waist. “Such animosity is really not in keeping with
your sainthood, Brother Ryland.”
Ryland ignored him and turned back to the woman. He didn’t
know why it mattered so much she recover and feel comfortable in his presence,
but it did. Of course, as owner of the lodge, it made sense he didn’t want to
see anyone scared or hurt.
Yeah. That’s it.
His rationalization did nothing to quell the nervous tremors
in his gut, though. Or his excruciating hard-on.
Okay, she’s sorta
pretty and has a body made for sin. So what? Get over yourself.
Clearly, it had been too long since
he’d allowed himself to get lost in a woman’s body for more than a quick fuck.
And this woman’s body deserved slow, leisurely loving. Greedy licks. Sensual
tugs. Why, her breasts alone were so full and perfect, they just begged one to
suck. To say nothing of those rounded hips and soft, womanly ass.
Ryland ran a hand over his face, feeling overly hot. Jesus Christ. Stop thinking like a horny
teenager. You sound like Carter.
Besides, she was nothing like him. Human. And if time had
taught him anything, it was the pursuit of romance with a nonshifter was a
fool’s errand. She didn’t belong here on his resort, on his island. He needed
to revive her and get her out of there.
Desperate to relieve the sudden, raging desire shooting up
through his body, Ryland forced himself to look away from the woman. In doing
so, he caught a glimpse of his brother. Soren was sitting next to her, his gaze
contemplative, his eyes trained on her boobs. Ryland realized he didn’t like
the way baby brother was looking at her. “Hey.”
Soren looked up. “What?”
“What are you staring at?”
Without batting an eye, Soren turned back to their
unexpected guest. “Her. Can’t I stare?”
Ryland’s eyebrows shot up. “Staring at women has already
gotten you into trouble. Maybe you should find a new hobby.” He stifled the low
growl building in his throat. Now wasn’t the time for brawling, but he didn’t
appreciate the way his brother gawked. His cool eye, appraising, as if he’d
never seen anything like her before.
“You were checking her out too,” Soren replied.
“No, I wasn’t. I’m not interested in this … person,” Ryland
retorted. As he uttered the words, he bit his tongue hard by mistake, as if
confirming the words were a lie. “Damn,” he whispered, tasting blood.
“Do you think someone was chasing her?” Soren asked in a pensive
tone, picking up one of his drumsticks and stroking it as if it were a lover’s
“I don’t know.” Ryland sat on the other side of her small
body and looked her up and down as she lay under the covers. Despite his
mistrust of humans, he couldn’t help wondering who would frighten such a tiny,
delicate thing. Had someone tried to hurt her? The very idea made him want to
bash his head against the wall. Or better yet, bash any lowlife who dared to
No one touches her but
me, his heart declared.
As another stress headache shot through his brain, he
wondered at the ferocity and lunacy of the feeling.
Rosanna Leo is a multi-published romance author. She is the
winner of the 2018 Northern Hearts Contest (Contemporary Romance – A Good Man, Handymen 1.)Fascinated by folklore and myth, Rosanna
draws on the world of legend for her paranormal romances. From Toronto, Canada, Rosanna occupies a house in the
suburbs with her long-suffering husband, their two hungry sons and a tabby cat
named Sweetie. When not writing, she can be found haunting dusty library stacks
or planning her next star-crossed love affair.
may be an outsider in Salvation, but he stays with the pack to be close to his
sister. It has nothing to with the fact that Elise—the most fascinating woman
he’s ever laid eyes on—is part of the pack. Mikhail has wanted Elise for years,
but being with her could cost him his life. Soon he’ll have to decide if he’s
going to leave the pack or risk it all to pursue a place at her side.
After escaping her
abusive mate, Elise LaForge has made a home in Salvation with her sons. She
never expected to have her emotions stirred up by the always serious and
seriously handsome Mikhail. But can she finally put her past behind her and
dare to move on?
When danger creeps
into the pack, both she and Mikhail have to be willing to sacrifice everything
to have a chance at love.
A short while ago, MERCURY STRIKING by Rebecca Zanetti was on sale. It looked interesting so I gave it a read. It's the first book in the Scorpius Syndrome series.
This is a fast paced, gritty post-apocalyptic romance that will leave you wanting more. And I'm not kidding when I say that. I bought and read the rest of the series in under a week. I couldn't stop reading them and can't wait for the next book.
I would recommend reading Scorpius Rising first. It's basically a prequel that gives you the background to the virus that lays waste to the world.
With nothing but rumors to lead her, Lynne Harmony has trekked across a nightmare landscape to find one man—a mysterious, damaged legend who protects the weak and leads the strong. He’s more than muscle and firepower—and in post-plague L.A., he’s her only hope. As the one woman who could cure the disease, Lynne is the single most volatile—and vulnerable—creature in this new and ruthless world. But face to face with Jax Mercury…
Pride of the Lion is the third book in my Hades' Carnival series. I love this series so much. All the heroes are different because of the characteristics they share with their animal side. Leander is a lion shifter and very much the king of the beasts.
Once upon a time, a writer woke up in the middle of her own book...
of the Lion
Carnival, Book 3
Davidson is invited to participate in a readers’ appreciation weekend, she
feels like she’s arrived as an author. But what starts out as a fun weekend
quickly turns surreal and deadly when she accidentally releases a
shape-shifting immortal warrior from a five-thousand-year-old curse.
Finally freed from
the carousal he’s been trapped on, Leander denies Hades and vows to beat the
second part of the curse and find a way to free his comrades. The woman who
released him calls to his animal nature, and he realizes she’s his mate. But is
she as innocent as she seems, or was she sent by Hades? The clock is ticking,
but not fast enough. If he can stay alive and evade Hades for twenty-four
hours, he might be able to figure it out.
spotlight flashed on and she shrank back, covering her eyes as she was
momentarily blinded. She blinked and slowly lowered her hands, needing to see
if there was anyone there with her.
She didn’t see a
person, but she did see a broken-down carousel. The ride had seen better days
and only two animals remained on it—a wolf and a lion. Drawn to it by a force
she couldn’t deny, her feet moved until she was standing beside it. The paint
was chipped and worn, but there was no denying the beauty of the carved
animals. They were so realistic, so incredibly beautiful.
She ran her hand
over the flanks of the wolf. His head was slightly turned toward her, his mouth
opened to reveal several rows of sharp teeth. “You’re a dangerous one, aren’t
you?” She wanted to stroke his head but was almost afraid to, he was so
A dizzy spell
caught her unawares and she thought she heard a wolf howling in the distance.
She shook her head and reached out to catch herself against one of the posts of
the carousel. “Wow, what was that all about?” This whole place was disorienting
and it was making her feel slightly light-headed and nauseous.
She shuffled over
to the lion and sucked in a breath. The creature was magnificent with his thick
blond mane and golden eyes. She wasn’t even certain if lions had eyes the color
of old gold, or if they would be brown. Not that it mattered. This was an
artist’s representation of a lion, not a real one. Still, the animal was
amazing with paws the size of dinner plates and thick muscles rippling beneath
a layer of fur.
She reached out
and touched his side and was startled to feel warmth beneath her hand. She
stumbled back, clutching her hand to her chest. The lion slowly turned its head
toward her, opened his large, powerful jaws and roared.
raced and pure terror enveloped her. The sharp fangs of the lion seemed to
glint in the muted light. She jerked back, slipped and kept falling. She
thought she might have screamed, but wasn’t certain. For a few brief moments,
she couldn’t see or hear anything. It was terrifying to be plunging through a
dark nothingness that wrapped around her and threatened to strangle her.
When she finally
landed, it was with a thud on a soft padding. The breath had been knocked out
of her so she sucked in air in big gulps. It was still poorly lit, but she
could see the outline of furniture. She was in a room of some sort. She frowned
as the objects came into better view. It looked like her bedroom at home.
A large male arm
snaked around her, pulling her back against a massive male chest. Araminta
opened her mouth to scream, but he spoke before she could manage to do more
than squeak. “I’ve got you. You’re safe.”
She blinked once
and then again. What was going on? Where was the carousel and how had she
Warm lips nuzzled
her nape, sending a blast of heat cascading through her entire body.
“You smell nice.”
A large hand cupped her hip through the thin fabric of her nightgown, giving it
a squeeze. “You feel even better.”
She knew she
should do something, get out of bed, run away or at the very least, scream.
Something. Instead, she lay there beside the strange man and absorbed his heat
and quiet strength. Something about him calmed her fear and silenced her
She turned onto
her side so she was facing him, wanting to get a better look at him. She
couldn’t see the color of his eyes or hair, but there was no hiding the hard
planes of his face. His nose was broad and flat, his forehead wide. His jaw was
strong and powerful, his neck muscular.
But it was his
hair that made her gasp. It was gloriously thick and fell to just below his
shoulders. She reached out and touched it, shocked when it felt soft and silky.
She wanted to rub her face in it. Heck, she wanted to rub her entire body over
Which was crazy
because she had no idea who this guy was. Still, she wasn’t alarmed or upset by
that fact. She wanted to get closer to him, to snuggle against him.
A loud sound
permeated the room, almost like something was purring. It took her a second to
realize the sound was coming from him. She placed her hand on his chest and the
vibration sank into the flesh of her palm. It radiated down her arm to her
shoulder before moving lower to her breasts and still lower until she was
squirming and her panties felt damp.
She pulled her
hand back. “Who are you?”
“Yours.” The stark
reply made her toes tingle even as her brain formed a dozen questions.
Today has many names--Shrove Tuesday, Mardi Gras, Carnival Day, or Pancake Day!
This marks the last day before the Christian observance of Lent begins. It was traditional in many societies to eat pancakes or other foods made with the butter, eggs and fat that would be given up during the Lenten season.
So if you have the ingredients, why not make some pancakes today.