Laurel Richards. A Stellar Affair.

I’m very pleased to welcome Laurel Richards to my blog today, especially because I get to congratulate her on her new Samhain Publishing release, A Stellar Affair!


Thank you for having me on your blog, Rosanna. I write a range of fiction, all with some degree of romance mixed in, but I have a special love for sci-fi romance. A Stellar Affair is my new SFR novel from Samhain.

I’m a firm believer that most people across planet Earth basically want the same things. Those things include safety, love, family, friends, the ability to support ourselves and our loved ones, and having our hard work rewarded. To watch the media or listen to the politicians, though, you’d think none of us have anything in common. The news would have us believe that people on different sides of an issue are enemies who can’t possibly get along.

This dichotomy was a large part of the inspiration behind A Stellar Affair. All Ardra really wants is to own her own home and find someone to love. Just when she thinks her dreams have come true, however, her life is ripped from her, and she finds herself plunged into the middle of a war she wants no part of. That’s where she meets Jack—a good guy determined to make a difference in the universe. He started out using his ability to read and manipulate people’s thoughts to heal people and act as a therapist. When his people asked him to use his psychic talents to help their side of the war, though, he answered their call.

Everything changes when Jack meets Ardra. With her, he doesn’t see an enemy. He sees a person. The more he gets to know her, the more he falls for her, and Ardra slowly loses her heart to him too. The two find love in the midst of war. Can they find a way to fight for their dreams?

A Stellar Affair explores the mind and heart and how one can strengthen the other. I tried to keep this novel a lighter read while exploring what really are some very dark topics. I hope readers will enjoy the characters and the universe I’ve created for them.


Sometimes the heart leads and the mind must follow.

Ardra has no idea why she’s been abducted and thrown into a Roimiran interrogation room. She is simply a Tetch botanist on her way to a distant planet, not an enemy spy. She’s scared of the piercing eyes of the mind-reading precept assigned to uncover whatever secrets her mind might be holding. But even more worrying is the strange soul-deep connection between her and her captor.

Jackson Deimos excels at slipping in and out of someone’s memories to retrieve military intelligence deliberately hidden away—even from an unwitting carrier. But Ardra’s brain is a labyrinth of defenses he’s never encountered before. Plus, her beauty shouldn’t be this much of a distraction.

As their battle of wits and wills wears on, their emotions are the first to betray them. But if Jack can’t break through Ardra’s barriers, his superiors will turn her over to someone who will—by force. Leaving Jack having to choose between doing his duty or following his heart.


Ardra stared at his open palm. This was a precept? The guy looked like an ordinary man, not a monster or mutant. In fact, he was handsome and friendly looking. He couldn’t have been older than his early thirties. His hair was a fine light brown, and he had striking hazel eyes, which were now fixed on her. Under different circumstances, she might have attributed her fluttering pulse to something other than nerves. When she shook his hand, his fingers felt warm and soft and made her shiver.

“Rosemary Warner.” She offered the false name again.

After they had been captured, she and the other passengers had been questioned and pressured into giving information. Tarrin had recited his name, rank, and serial number, but she wasn’t a soldier. Figuring the less the Roimirans and their precept knew, the better, she had done some fast thinking and blurted out the only other name she could think of—that of her brief traveling companion back on the space station. Now that she was here, she was very glad she had done so.

Jack studied her for a moment before he motioned toward one of the tall, round chairs at the island counter. “Please sit down.”

She settled into the seat and looked around. Behind her, there was a couch, a cocktail table and some overstuffed chairs in the living room, and a covered patio opened off the back of the house. She could see a bit of yard and wild fields rolling away toward a small forest. The kitchen was open, and she had the impression that a bedroom sprouted off somewhere down the hallway to her left.

“I’m making some iced tea,” Jack said. “Would you like some?”

He turned his back on her to get something out of the cabinet and then returned with two glasses. Although she hadn’t answered, he tilted the pitcher and set a full drink in front of her. So far, she had refused everything her captors had tried to offer her, so she hadn’t had anything to eat or drink since the previous morning. She was thirsty, but she stared suspiciously at the glass. Wasn’t there some rule about not accepting the first thing the enemy offered you? She didn’t know, but she decided to play it safe.

“I hope you like tea,” he said. “Some people think it’s too mundane now that they’ve invented all those new fusion concoctions, but I like to keep things simple. How about you?”

“Sure.” She played along, though she wondered what kind of interrogation this was.

Jack sat across from her. “The temperature seemed right for it. If it needs more sugar, let me know, although I tend to make it sweet.”

He was acting sweetly too. Was that the plan? Was he going to be nice to her until she let down her guard, or was he some kind of strange Roimiran welcoming party? She felt off-balance.

“Can you believe this wonderful weather we’re having?” he asked. “You can really feel that summer is around the corner. I like the warmer months, don’t you, Rosemary?”

Ardra nodded absently, but she was distracted by a familiar tinkling noise on the patio.

Jack followed her gaze. “Those are my wind chimes. Do you like them?”

“Yes,” she said. “My mother’s house used to be filled with the sound of them.”

“That’s interesting. Where was that?” He asked the question casually, but she wasn’t fooled.

She frowned, but the suspicious look she gave him didn’t seem to bother him. Instead, his expression turned sympathetic.

“You look tired,” he told her. “I hope you didn’t have a bad night.”

Ardra rubbed her eyes and stifled a yawn. After she and the other passengers of the Oberon had been taken aboard the Roimiran ship, they had been transported down to this planet and separated. She assumed the guards had thrown Tarrin and Slade into a holding room too, but she had no way to be sure. Then last night, the guard who had escorted her here had told her she would be taken to the precept for interrogation in the morning. Although she had nothing to hide, that announcement hadn’t helped her get to sleep. It had been a long night.

Jack took a big sip of his iced tea, and she gulped in envy as she watched. The next thing she knew, she was lifting her own glass and allowing the cool liquid to flow into her mouth. He smiled at her.

Maybe the tea would perk her up. She had to fight the dozing sensation that came over her.

“Are you really a precept?” she asked, still thrown off by how normal Jack seemed.

He looked a little surprised by the question. “Yes, I am. Not what you expected, huh?”

She shook her head. God, why was she so lethargic all of a sudden?

“I know,” he said. “Precepts are getting a reputation as the bogeymen of the galaxy, aren’t we? I promise you I’m not that bad.”

“And you work here?” she asked.

He laughed, and the sound was as pleasant as the tinkling of the wind chimes. “I’m a homebody. I live here, and I work out of the house. It’s convenient.”

“And where is here? What planet is this?”

She didn’t think he would answer, but he must have figured there was no harm in sharing.

“You’re on Ryso,” he told her. “It’s one of our better kept secrets, a temperate planet not far outside of Tetch space.”

She took another sip of her drink. Her hand shook so badly she nearly spilled. For some reason, it had become difficult to concentrate, but the more she fought it, the more her adrenaline surged. She felt like something was wrong, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.



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What’s happening on Gemini Island? An excerpt.

As you may have already heard, Predator’s Trinity, Gemini Island Shifters 6, is about a month away from its release. I am already hard at work on book 7, tentatively called Predator’s Rescue. Some of my street team members have already read ARCs of Predator’s Trinity and reviews have been outstanding!

Don’t forget you can preorder it at a discount at as well as at Amazon at You’ll find it at other outlets soon.


Predator’s Trinity is the most explosive of all the books so far and when it came to plotting the final two books, I knew exactly where I had to take them.

For one, we had to venture away from the Ursa Resort for a short spell. When Jani and Fleur embark on their adventures, you will still be able to visit with Ryland and Lia and friends, but Jani and Fleur have business off the resort as well. Dangerous business.

I am also dealing with the rehabilitation of a certain female she-wolf. Now, I don’t want to give too much away because many of you haven’t been able to read Predator’s Trinity yet.  However, I thought it might be fun to share what I’m working on with book 7.

Please enjoy the following unedited excerpt from my work-in-progress, Predator’s Rescue:

Chapter 1

     Jani Fodor strode into the bar, expecting trouble. He knew he’d found it when every delinquent there turned to gape at him. He smelled it in the old sweat and beer-stained upholstery. The cockroach beating a hasty retreat toward the door only confirmed it.

The only people who frequented this pit were shifter thugs. And her.

He swallowed, tasting Fleur. She was near, or at least, she had been recently. Her green apple scent still clung to the air. Or was it possible it clung to him? He wasn’t sure anymore.

He breathed in deeply, utilizing his tiger shifter senses to the best of his ability. His pretty she-wolf might not be in common area of the bar, but she was close. He spied a couple of closed doors in back. Private rooms? They wouldn’t be private by the time he finished here.

Resisting the urge to tear those closed doors off their hinges, he sat at the bar and ordered a beer, taking stock of the situation. His back itched with all the gazes turned his way. He’d counted about fifteen shifters in the room, all dressed like bikers who hadn’t seen showers in months. Not good odds.

For them.

In his experience, even one pissed off shifter could take down several of his kind if given the right motivation. He had plenty.

Leveling his gaze at the bartender, Jani ignored the anxious frisson traveling along his spine.

“Haven’t seen you here before,” the bartender lisped through his missing teeth, setting a beer before him.

Jani didn’t touch the drink. Call him a snob but he didn’t like drinking from slimy glasses. “Where’s Fleur?”

The bartender grabbed an empty glass and wiped it with an even dirtier cloth, staring at everything but Jani. “Looks like it might rain. They called for five centimeters on the weather report.”

Jani’s tiger bristled, already eager to knock heads. He bit back the urge to lash out and continued on the diplomatic tack. “I didn’t come here for your thoughts on precipitation levels. Where is Fleur Bissette? I’ve asked around and I was told to come here.”

The man’s watery brown eyes seemed to grow more watery. “I don’t think I can help you.”

“Of course, you can. I can smell her perfume. She’s been here.” He motioned to the doors in back. “I could save you the trouble of telling me. I could poke around instead.”

“Now, now, buddy. I don’t know anyone by the name of … what did you call her, Fleur?”

Jani inhaled deeply, fearing his flared nostrils might actually make him resemble the angry tiger crouching inside his human body. “Let me explain something. Not only was I sent in the direction of this bar, I was told to talk to the bartender. So unless there are a few more urine-peddling publicans behind this counter, it would seem you are my man. My source said Fleur has worked here in the past and that she recently picked up a couple of waitressing shifts.” He sighed. “Which makes you a terrible liar, my friend.”

The bartender’s gaze landed on the tense muscles at Jani’s shoulders. “Listen here, friend. I don’t want any trouble.”

“I’m not offering it to you, unless of course you continue to lie.”

A few of the men in the back of the bar stood and meandered close to Jani, listening to the exchange, clearly hoping to see a fight. With his tiger shifter senses, Jani could almost hear the quickening of their excited pulses. They wanted a brawl? Good. He was in the mood for one, too.

The tiger inside him snarled, eager to spill blood. His spirit animal was mad. Ever since Fleur had run away, ever since he’d lost her scent, the animal had been ravenous. Neither of them trusted her on her own. She was confused, distraught.

And although she might not be willing to admit it, she needed him.

He spun around on his bar stool and leaned back on the bar. “Ah, more new friends. How kind of you to welcome me.”

One of the men, a big grizzly shifter, spat on the floor. “This ain’t no welcome, kitty cat.”

Another man sniffed. “Where are you from anyway? You talk funny.”

Jani resisted the urge to slap him. As chief advisor to the Grand Prince of the federation of Hungarian tribes, he commanded respect back home in Budapest. Of course, these hicks from backwoods Northern Ontario wouldn’t understand. “None of your business.”

The first man, a great oaf if Jani had ever seen one, picked at Jani’s jacket lapel. “We don’t like foreigners who ask questions.”

Once again, Jani’s temper flared but he swallowed his simmering rage. He stood and raised his voice so he could be heard over the tinny country music from the jukebox. “Now I’m going to ask everyone here in this shithole one more time. I’m looking for Fleur Bissette. Where is she?”

There was a crash and a feminine cry from behind one of the closed doors. Jani didn’t hesitate. He launched himself off his stool and toward the door, already on the verge of shifting. His tiger hairs danced under his skin, ready to burst through his pores.

The two men who’d approached him grabbed him by the shoulders and hauled him back.

“Hey, asshole,” the grizzly man shouted. “You’re not allowed back there.”

Jani glanced at the hand on his shoulder and then at the man. “One warning. Take your hands off me.”

The idiot snorted and looked at his pal. “Why waste your time lookin’ for Fleur anyway? That girl’s nothing but trouble. Trouble loves her. In fact, she’s probably spreading her legs to trouble right now.”

Jani reached for the man’s arms and spun him around. “What did you say?”

“It’s all the bitch knows how to do. That’s all women like her are good for anyway.”

Jani reared back and let his fist fly, cracking it against the man’s face. The grizzly shifter flew across the room, hitting the back wall, collapsing to the floor. The grim satisfaction of seeing the man crumple overrode any pain in his knuckles. In fact, it felt so good to hit the jackass he had to hold his hand behind his back so he wouldn’t hit him again.

No one, no one, insulted Fleur. The man was lucky Jani didn’t kill him for the slight. Fleur had been called too many names in her time, and he’d made it his mission to see she was never belittled again.

Jani nodded toward the other men. “Don’t even think of stopping me.”

He tried the closed door, relieved to find it unlocked. He flung the door open and his tiger senses homed in on her immediately.

Fleur had clearly been serving drinks to the small group of shifter bikers inside, but one of them had gotten a little too close to the new waitress. Her tray of drinks lay on the floor, smashed, and one of the men had her over his lap. His large hand caressed her ass as she squirmed in his grip.

As time seemed to freeze for Jani, Fleur glanced back at him.

“Jani,” she said, her voice almost a whisper. Her dark eyes seemed to grow darker, black with emotion, but he didn’t take time to analyze the sentiment flitting behind her irises.

With a roar that must have sounded more animal than man, Jani raced toward her and pulled her off the man’s lap. He shoved her toward the door, so she wouldn’t be hurt in the melee. He then turned to the shithead who’d grabbed her, a growl emanating from his furious core.

The biker, startled and likely drunk, didn’t react quickly enough to shift. Jani hauled him off his chair and thrust him toward the wall.

“Jani,” Fleur called. “Don’t. You don’t know what you’re doing.”

“His hand was on your ass. I know enough.”


Looking for Inspiration in London!

If you follow me, you may know I have written books as a result of various trips I’ve taken. Well, I’m hoping this will be the case again shortly.

My blog will be a little quiet over the next while because the family and I are heading to London, England in the first part of August. I’m so excited. Have you ever visited a country and felt like you were coming home? That’s how I feel about England. This will be my third trip since I was a teenager and a lovely thrum of anticipation is building in my breast. We have a huge itinerary compiled and we’ll likely be exhausted when we return, but it’ll be worth it.

I’m hoping this trip will provide inspiration for a new book as well. Two of my books are based on my travels.

Sunburn is based on my stays in the Mayan Riviera.



Vice was inspired my a trip to Las Vegas.



So what do you think might be the source of new inspiration in London? The castles? The old cemeteries? Those sexy British men? I can’t wait to find out.

Although I won’t be blogging during my time away, I hope to document my journey on Instagram. If you’d like to see what I’m getting up to (other than sneaking looks at the aforementioned British blokes in their bespoke suits), join me on Instagram. I might even hoist an ale in your honor!




Barbara Meyers Interview. What a Rich Woman Wants.

Fellow Samhain Publishing author Barbara Meyers and I met online and I immediately loved her interesting tweets and posts. She has a new release with Samhain and I’m so pleased to be able to interview her as well. Please help me welcome Barbara!


RL) Can you remember the first romance book you ever read? If not the exact book, do you recall what it might have been about and how it inspired you?
BM) The one I remember most clearly is Sweet Savage Love by Rosemary Rogers. This was back when I re-read books and I think I wore that one out at the time (in my early 20’s). Then I read that whole series. I can’t say it inspired me to write romance (that’s a different story entirely) but yes, I remember it. It was a historical romance. A young girl (17, I think) traveling with her parents to the West on a wagon train. She is seduced by Steve Morgan (him I remember!) I think that was his name anyway, underneath one of the wagons. I remember it was hot!!!. She was innocent, but defiant, saucy, spunky, all of those things you want a heroine to be. And he was all man and you could easily see how she could be swept away by him.
RL) How did you celebrate your first book being published?
BM) Probably with a lot of jumping up and down when my box of author copies arrived.  My name. In print. Can you believe it? Actually, I still jump up and down when copies of my latest release arrive.
RL) As writers, we all tend to insert bits of ourselves into our characters. How much of you appears in your characters?
BM) Oh, gosh, isn’t it all me? Or who I want to be? Well, if you read about one of my characters who doesn’t like to cook or isn’t particularly good at it, that is definitely me. And as there seems to be a child who doesn’t quite belong in most of my books, that’s me too. A heroine not certain of her appeal to the opposite sex, or insecure about her clothing choices or expecting to be rejected?  There I am again.
RL) Describe your writing attire. Do you have an ensemble?
BM) I write on a laptop sitting up in my (queen-size) bed. At the moment I’m wearing shorts and a top because I went out earlier and it’s HOT in Central Florida. But if I’m not going anywhere, some days I don’t really get dressed. I have a couple of long cotton tee shirt dresses I wear around the house. That’s my comfy outfit of choice.
RL) Aside from love, what sorts of themes do you like to explore in your writing?
BM) Like I said, there’s often a child in my books who doesn’t really belong there, which often brings up issues of abandonment. Betrayal. That’s a big one. Change. Acceptance. I don’t purposely set out to explore a particular issue when I start a book. They just seem to arise naturally. I’ve been told all writers are working out their own issues through their writing…


Braddock Brotherhood, Book 4 

Right about the time Lesley Robinson’s father’s stroke left her in charge of his Fortune 500 company, she adopted her housekeeper’s sick baby and divorced her philandering husband. 

She’s survived the past six years by building an impenetrable wall around her emotions. But when a hunk of a sheriff’s deputy turns up at her office to apply for a grant from the company’s foundation, her distrust of men and relationships takes a direct hit. 

Niko Morales clawed his way out of gang life to build a new one grounded in law enforcement and a passion to help disadvantaged youth. So, Lesley needs a companion for an upcoming social occasion? He’s no gigolo, but for his community center, and maybe for her, he’ll wear the monkey suit. 

Without any apparent effort at all, Niko sneaks under Lesley’s cool façade, shaking up everything she believed about herself. But when their relationship is threatened by the sins of others, they’ll both have to step up—and out of their comfort zones. Or they’ll lose the one thing they want most: each other.

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Laurie Roma. 3013: Chaos.

I’ve had the pleasure of appearing at Laurie Roma’s blog several times and I’m so happy to help her feature her new release 3013: Chaos.

Welcome Laurie!


I love all book genres, especially all types of romance, but there is something about sci-fi romance that captivates me and makes me want to write it. As an author—and also a screenwriter—imagining scenes in a sci-fi/futuristic story are fueled with endless possibilities. While science fiction settings can be daunting to create, I love the freedom that comes with world building from scratch, and conjuring ideas onto a page that only exist in our imaginations. The future is whatever we want it to be, and that is what made the 3013 series so fun to create!


All of the books in this series are set in the future, starting in the year 3013. So far, there are eight books available, four of which are written by me (3013: MATED, 3013: CLAIMED, 3013: SALVATION and 3013: CHAOS) with others written by Susan Hayes and Kali Argent. For the authors of the 3013 series, we are able to invent new technology, travel the universe, and create new species—all while focusing on the indomitable force of true love. Each story uses the same universe as a backdrop, even though each book has a different leading cast who trek to different worlds and space stations. I’m so pleased to share the 3013 world with my friends and fellow authors, and I hope that as the series grows, our readers will fall in love with our world as much as we enjoy writing the books.

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My latest release in the series is 3013: CHAOS, which is about Katra Tesera and Lord Jaden Tor. Their love story is not an easy one, but ultimately all the chaos they go through just makes their bond stronger. I love characters that are flawed, who bring their own issues into a relationship because it makes them real. With that said, I’d like to think everyone can relate to the characters in my story—despite the fantastical settings of the 3013 world—since whatever happened in the past or how many obstacles life throws in anyone’s path, everyone deserves love and a chance to find their own happily ever after. Just as I was able to give Katra and Jaden their happy ending, I wish that for all of you. Happy reading, and thank you for joining me on a journey into the future…



Katra Tesera is a female Dragon Warrior on a mission. Unsatisfied with the life her family wishes for her back on her home world, she seeks something more for her own future. When the opportunity to visit Earth arises, Katra is eager for the excitement and adventure of traveling the stars. She believes she is ready for whatever lies at the end of her journey, but nothing can prepare her for meeting her mate…the dark and dangerous Tarin warrior, Lord Jaden Tor.

Warlord Jaden Tor is a dedicated leader who is fighting a civil war to save his people. He has always known his path in life, but everything changes the moment he meets the dark-haired beauty with glowing silver eyes. Jaden wants to claim her for his own, however, there is more at stake than his own happiness…
When legacies are challenged, and with Tartarus in turmoil, can Jaden and Katra find a way to be together, or will their love be shattered by the chaos that threatens everything around them?


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Once Katra and Jaden were alone together, he straightened to his full height and used his most lordly tone when he said, “Tartarus is my world, and my word is law. Once we land, you will obey.”

“Keep dreaming, Tarin.” Katra turned on her heels, and headed for the door.

Dismissed. She’d just fucking dismissed him. No one had ever tried the like with Jaden before. His people knew better, and anyone else would have been too concerned of his formidable wrath to even consider it.

Katra was ready for it when he grabbed her arm and spun her around so she was facing him again, but she hadn’t been prepared for what would happen when he touched her skin for the first time. Energy surged up her arm from where his hand touched her and sent such a strong jolt of lust racing through her system that it made her snarl. She had to fight back the need to throw herself at him and take what belonged to her.

Jaden’s expression was furious as he shoved his face close to hers. “You will obey,” he repeated in a snarl of his own. “Or I will keep your sweet ass confined to the human outpost. I won’t have you flying off on your own and getting into trouble.”

“I am a Dragon Warrior. I do not need your protection.”

He flung her arm away from him as if touching her had burned him. “You do need protection…from yourself. You think you’re invincible, but you can still be killed.”

“I am more than capable defending myself—”

“Your magic be damned!” Jaden raged. “What good will your magic do if someone cuts off your head? I will not have your death on my hands. Don’t push me on this, Katra.”

Perhaps that was the problem. She hadn’t pushed him enough to deal with what was between them. Well, that was going to change. Katra’s glowing eyes flared bright with challenge. Reaching up, she used both of her hands to shove him back a step, then watched his eyes go comically wide with shock.

“Do you really think me so unskilled that I cannot defend myself without my magic? Maybe I should show you just how capable I am.”

She went to push him again, but he gripped her wrists. Turning around, she caught him off guard when she used the momentum to flip him over her shoulder. She’d expected him to fall flat on his back, but he used his own agility to twist and land on his feet. The move impressed her.

Damn, she wanted him.

“What in thunder do you think you’re doing? I’m not going to fight you, female.”

“Aye, you are. Show me your strength, if you dare,” Katra taunted. She could see a battle light enter his dark eyes, and it aroused her. Wanting to goad him further, she raised one hand and gestured him forward with two fingers. “Come, warrior. Do not worry, I will not hurt you…too much.”

He came at her fast. It was as if a switch had been turned off inside of him, and she was seeing the real Jaden for the first time. The thought thrilled her, and she struggled to hold back a grin as she countered each move with precision and skill.

It took great effort not to use her magic, but she was determined to meet him on even ground. They fought for supremacy, but both of them were careful not to really hurt the other. It was like they were doing some strange sort of dance, moving and counter-moving without thought. The restraint they used made the fight more a kind of ferocious foreplay, each of them testing their opponent’s weaknesses, while marveling at the other’s strengths.

Chairs and tables were overturned as they continued to fight. They moved around the room, leaving destruction in their wake. His heavy muscles made it difficult to match his sheer strength, but she was faster and more agile than he was. She ran at the wall and used it as a springboard to launch herself over his head as he pulverized a table that was in his way to get to her.

Katra thought she had propelled herself far enough, but she underestimated Jaden’s determination. In one motion, he turned, grabbed her around the throat and spun her around, slamming her back against the wall. Instinct had her striking out, but she pulled her punch before she made contact so she didn’t take his head off. Still, she ended up clipping him as he jerked his head to the side, right into the path of her fist.

“Enough!” Jaden snarled.

Their gazes met and held, both of them breathing hard. A small trickle of blood appeared at the side of his mouth from where she’d hit him. Katra wanted to lean in and taste him, to take him inside her so they would always be connected, except she couldn’t move. Couldn’t look away from his stormy eyes. Aye, he was angry, but there was something else in his dark gaze.



Laurie Roma lives in Chicago and mainly writes contemporary, romantic suspense, and sci-fi romance. She has always loved immersing herself in a good book and now enjoys the pleasure of creating her own. She can usually be found tapping away on her keyboard, creating worlds for her characters while she listens to music. Of course her playlist depends on her mood…but then again, so does her writing.

An avid reader of the romance genre, nothing bothers her more than annoying characters. Seriously, who wants a happy ending for someone that pisses you off? She loves tough alpha-male heroes and strong heroines that have brains as well as beauty. Her novels are filled with both passionate romance and down and dirty lust-driven interludes, as she believes both are essential to a good love story. She loves to hear from her readers and can be reached at





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4th of July Sale at Liquid Silver Books!

My publisher Liquid Silver Books is doing a massive sale on their catalog this weekend, including the majority of my books. Grab books like The Stand-In, Up In Flames and Predator’s Fire at the low price of $2.99!

The sale only lasts to July 5, 11:59pm EST, so run over now and stock up!

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Happy 4th of July to all my American friends! Have a relaxing weekend.



Elodie Parkes. A Dom for Patti.

I’m very pleased to welcome author Elodie Parkes today. Not only is Elodie introducing her new release A Dom for Patti, she is doing a giveaway for $10 PayPal cash, so make sure you enter the rafflecopter!

Welcome Elodie!


A Dom for Patti, June 16 release from Evernight Publishing

When a fleeting encounter with a handsome stranger ignites Patti’s repressed loneliness, she has to admit she longs for the love of a sensual Dom.

Luck is on her side when she goes out for the evening, and meets delicious Cameron in The Club—but is he all that he appears to be?

Cameron’s overwhelming attraction to Patti is tested when she inexplicably fails to show up for a date—just what is going on and will they ever get together?

An erotic romance, with Dom/sub and spanking elements—a contemporary, magical love story.


Background to the story

I wrote a story titled Rescuing Cade published by Evernight in February this year. In that story, Patti, the heroine from a Dom for Patti, is introduced to Cade. They are both visiting The Club, a select BDSM club. Cade is kind to Patti, but his heart already belongs to someone else and after only a few minutes he tells Patti he’s leaving. In that few minutes, he kisses Patti and she feels an instant attraction to him. Unfortunately, lonely Patti is destined not to be with Cade.

I liked Patti a lot and I decided to write her story. It’s an erotic romance with a twist. Patti is hoping for love as well as a handsome Dom to fill her lonely life, when she meets hunky Cameron in The Club, she thinks her luck is looking up … let’s hope so.

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About Elodie Parkes

Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal, fantasy, or suspense. Her books are always steamy. Her tag is, Cool stories: Hot love scenes.

Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.

Elodie writes for, Evernight Siren Hot Ink Press Eternal Press Secret Cravings

She has also released titles as an individual indie author.

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Elodie only ever wears boots. (Yes, even in summer) She has three bachelor degrees because she couldn’t make up her mind what she wanted to do, and even then she got two Grad Dips in different subjects, naughty Elodie.

Elodie loves:

Music (her nickname at work is Melody Elodie because she’s often singing), the countryside, the ocean, animals, gorgeous men, technology, art, stockings and garter belts, movies, and potatoes, in any order. Elodie is addicted to black leather jackets, and faded jeans, and owns so many she’s ashamed to count them.


The darkness soothed Patti. The music lifted her spirits and she smiled at the lovely sight of people enjoying each other. She relaxed in the familiar atmosphere and began to wonder why she’d denied herself this pleasure for so long. Happy now, she wandered along to the bar and ordered coffee.

Patti spent a pleasant ten minutes drinking her coffee and talking with the bartender, before a man and woman she’d seen around The Club in the past arrived at the bar. Patti cast a sidelong glance at them before transferring her scrutiny to watching their touches and kisses through the length of mirror along the back of the bar. They were obviously a couple. More than that, they were obviously in love.

Patti left the sight that reminded her of what she desperately wanted and walked along to the end of the room. She stopped in the gloom there and considered going home. She’d shaken her depression and maybe on her next visit she’d find one of the Masters free.

About to move off, instead, Patti turned abruptly. Someone approached from behind and she was suddenly aware she lurked around in the entrance to the corridor that led to the private rooms.

He was closer than she’d anticipated. A hard muscular chest met her, and as she bumped against the man, his arms enclosed her.

Patti looked up into the face of a man she’d never seen before.

His eyes were dark in the gloom. He’d stopped further into the shadows, but the handsome planes of his face were still obvious. A dimple appeared in his left cheek as he smiled.

“Hey, are you okay? I didn’t mean to scare you.” He left his arms around her.

Patti soaked up the contact. She looked at him with interest. “I was deep in thought.”

Copyright Elodie Parkes 2015 Evernight Publishing

Find a #NSFW excerpt on Elodie’s blog

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