Giveaway from Felicity Heaton and Caris Roane.

Four Free Paranormal Romance Ebooks plus an awesome giveaway!


Two New York Times best-selling paranormal romance authors have teamed up to bring your four reads to warm up your winter and heat up those holidays. Not only that, but by signing up to receive the free ebooks, you will also be in with a shot of winning one of two $50 Amazon Gift Cards in an international giveaway.

This fantastic offer is open now but will end on January 3rd, so be sure to head on over to and enter now to avoid disappointment.

Get these hot paranormal romances today and begin your journey into four incredible and enchanting worlds packed with passionate alpha heroes and sassy heroines.


Here’s a teaser from one of the books to tempt you…


Excerpt from Kissed by a Dark Prince by Felicity Heaton


Olivia had never seen anything like the male specimen on the inspection table in front of her.


Her heart raced. She hadn’t experienced this explosive combination of uncertainty, anticipation and enthusiasm in a long time, ever since her superiors had stripped her of her rank and sent her to this satellite facility in London, taking away her high-level privileges and forcing her to work on studying demon and fae species already extensively researched. It still felt as though they had shoved her out of sight, burying her in the Archangel equivalent of a basement to punish her for her mistake. She had lost all hope of removing the taint it had left on her name in the organisation.


Until now.


The specimen lying right in front of her was her chance to prove herself again, a gift that some higher power had literally dumped on her doorstep.


Blood stained his neck and splashed across his jaw, and pooled at the left corner of his mouth too, luring Olivia’s gaze to firm sensual lips that had her staring blankly, lost in their perfection. She blinked herself out of her trance. Time was of the essence. She needed to get her study underway before her guest woke up or one of the other doctors belonging to the facility barged in and tried to take over.


She shook her hands to steady them, pulled her digital recorder from the pocket of her white coat, and turned it on. She set it on the silver trolley filled with all the equipment she thought she might need to complete her inspection of their unconscious guest.


Olivia tugged on a pair of latex gloves and ran her fingers over the scalpels and tools, and settled on a pair of shears. It had been a long time since she had been able to work on a live specimen and she wanted to start by getting his vitals monitored.


She picked up the shears and cut down the middle of his long black tunic style jacket. Red stained her cream gloves.


“Specimen appears to have suffered severe injuries, worse than at first thought, resulting in a high level of blood loss.” She reached the end of his jacket and peeled the two sides back. She paused, her eyes widening at the impressive display of taut honed muscles under tight bloodstained and bruised skin. “Specimen also isn’t wearing anything under his coat.”


Completely unprofessional of her but she had expected at least some sort of undershirt, and she certainly hadn’t anticipated a body like this. She drew in a shaky breath, mentally told herself to get it together, and cut upwards along each of his sleeves. She peeled the two sides of his ruined jacket away from his body and set them down on the tray.


“Multiple lacerations and abrasions on his torso and arms. Many appear to be claw marks. Possible demon attack. Subject wears matching black and silver metal bands on each wrist.” Olivia spread her fingers and stroked along the lines of four long slashes over his left deltoid. She gasped. “Specimen has markings on his body that hadn’t been visible prior to interaction with him.”


Olivia tracked the symbols with her fingertips, following them as they formed a curl over his deltoid to his shoulder. Whenever she moved along the line, more symbols appeared, luring her fingers. The colourful swirls and glyphs shimmered through the blood staining him. They swept over his shoulder and under his collarbone, and suddenly she was caressing his left pectoral, chasing them as they followed the shape of his muscle downwards over his heart and around across his torso, and then curled under his nipple to end in a point there.


She had never seen anything like this. It fascinated her. The ones that curled around his deltoid were already fading, disappearing into his skin.


She had made it her business to study the written languages of the fae and demons, because many non-humans bore markings like this and it made it easier to identify the species of the owner. Incubi were born with lines of symbols on their skin that not only changed colour to show their mood, but also detailed their lineage, proudly displaying their heritage in the paternal line. The symbols inked on this male’s skin weren’t that of the common fae language though. They were new to her.


“Specimen’s markings seem limited to his upper torso.” She leaned over him and swept a single finger across his right pectoral, and sure enough, markings appeared there too, perfectly mirroring the design she had followed. Olivia used the shears to cut through the waist of his black trousers and froze when more markings shimmered over his hipbone. “Correction. Specimen’s markings continue on his lower body, notably his hips.”


Olivia flicked a glance at the front of his trousers. If this lean, unusual male didn’t wear an undershirt, what were the chances he wasn’t wearing underwear too?


She curled her fingers into fists and stifled the blush that crept onto her cheeks. She had seen plenty of nude men during her years as a doctor and in her personal life too. He was just a specimen. Her gaze roamed to his handsome face, taking in its sculpted perfection. A very gorgeous specimen.


Her heart beat harder and she rolled her shoulders. She had to get a grip. This was her chance. If she had never seen anything like this man, then there was a chance neither had the other scientists employed by Archangel. All those scientists that were currently enjoying a soiree at headquarters, leaving her as the only medical staff in the building. If she could document everything about this male, and figure out what species of demon or fae he was, then her superiors would have to give her some credit, and maybe she could get back to doing what she loved most—studying new species.


So, she had to do this. He was just another subject.


Olivia cut away his trousers, running the shears straight down each long, toned leg. She removed the central part and swallowed as her gaze betrayed her, darting to his groin. No underwear. Her face flushed. Oh my. The man was built like a god with not an ounce of fat on his lithe body. All powerful muscle.


She set the shears down and took another steadying breath before touching the fading marks on his left hip. They brightened again and she followed them.


“Specimen’s markings curl over his hip from behind. Cannot risk moving specimen without harming him to investigate them. They move down past his… groin… and then sweep back around to curl over his hip.” Her heart ran away with her again, her blood rushing through her ears. She hadn’t needed to follow the marks all the way to make the ones that arced around towards his buttocks appear. Her fingers had brushed the ones closest to the dark thatch of curls around his genitals and they had appeared.


His hip twitched beneath her fingertips.


Olivia quickly pulled her hand back and froze. He didn’t move again. The breath she had been holding rushed out of her.


“I am going to proceed with monitoring the specimen’s vitals.” She picked up several of the pads used as contacts for the machines and stuck them to his chest and below his ribs on the left side. If he had a similar physiology to a human as many fae species did, chances were high that she could pick up and monitor his heart rate this way. She connected the wires, switched on the machine, and placed a clip over his index finger. The heart rate monitor beeped slowly but everything else was off the charts. “Specimen shows extremely high levels of oxygen in his blood, beyond normal parameters. What are you?”


She ran her gaze over him. He had taken a severe beating before they had found him unconscious outside the building, as if someone had wanted them to find him.


Sable, her friend and demon hunter extraordinaire, had taken one look at him and her gift had told her that he wasn’t mortal.


The hunters who had helped her bring him in had believed he had crawled to them or had made his own way to their doors. Sable didn’t believe that and neither did Olivia.


No demon or fae in their right mind would place themselves at the mercy of Archangel.


No. Someone had dropped this male on their porch and left him there, wanting Archangel to bring him inside. Why?


It could be a trap and it would be just her luck if it were.


“Specimen appears mortal. Markings on his skin appear fae possibly.” But they hadn’t captured a fae in years and he was nothing like the fae she had read about in the database or seen firsthand. “Specimen is male, estimated six-feet-six, one hundred and eighty to two hundred and twenty pounds. Black hair.”


Olivia inspected his stomach, pressing in to feel his organs. He felt human but something about him, something other than his mysterious markings, told her that he wasn’t. She peered closer at the severe wounds on his stomach and chest.


“Specimen appears to have advanced healing ability. Age of blood around the wounds is indicative of a recent injury, but the wounds in question are already closed and beginning to scab over.” Many demon and fae species had heightened healing. He could be any number of them. Olivia carefully pulled his upper lip back and studied his teeth. “No fangs. Canines appear normal.”


She drew back and something caught her eye. She parted the wild strands of his short black hair and traced the pointed tip of his ear. Was he a demon? They had pointed ears.


Olivia hovered over him, looking down at his handsome bloodstained face. She had never seen a demon as beautiful, mysterious, or deadly as he was.




She could feel it like an aura around him.


He was dangerous.


And waking up.




About the books in this offer:


Kissed by a Dark Prince
by Felicity Heaton

Olivia thinks it’s her lucky night when a dangerously handsome unconscious fae ends up on her inspection table. He’s her chance to redeem herself with her employer, the demon-hunting organisation, Archangel. But when the tall, dark and deadly immortal warrior awakes, she gets much more than she bargained for…


Attacked by his enemy in the elf kingdom, the last thing Prince Loren expects when he comes around is a beautiful angel watching over him. Hazy from his injuries, all he can focus on is the pulse ticking in her throat and the sweet allure of her blood.


One single bite reveals she is his eternal mate, triggering a bond between them that will leave him weakened until it is completed… or broken, and pulling Olivia into the crossfire of his ancient feud.


Will Loren be strong enough to place duty before desire and give up the one thing he has waited millennia for and craves above all others—his eternal mate? And will Olivia be able to resist the incredible heat that burns between them and the temptation of her dark prince’s kiss?



Blood Flame
by Caris Roane

Connor, a powerful vampire serving as a Border Patrol Officer for his corrupt world, falls for a gifted witch who has the ability to kill him with a single touch…


In BLOOD FLAME, vampire Officer Connor of the Crescent Border Patrol tries to suppress his desire for the powerful witch, Iris Meldeere. Because the woman possesses the ability to kill him with the tips of her fingers, how can he possibly fall in love with her?


When a double homicide throws them together, he soon finds his deepest fantasies fulfilled as Iris succumbs to his seductions.


But as they battle together to stay alive, and love begins to consume them both, will the witch be able to forgive the dark secrets of his past?



by Felicity Heaton

They’ve burned for each other for two years, the forbidden attraction between them growing each night. Now resisting the sinful desires of their hearts is becoming impossible.


Javier knows better than to succumb to his hunger for Lilah. The mortal female belongs to a powerful aristocrat patron of Vampirerotique, the theatre he runs with three other vampires. A single touch is all it would take to break the sacred law of his kind, sentencing himself to death, but his passion for her has become too fierce to ignore and he will risk everything to make Lilah his. When they find themselves alone in a private box during one of the erotic performances, will they surrender to their passion and live out their wildest fantasies in a night of wicked pleasure or will the threat of Lilah’s master keep them apart forever?



Embrace the Dark
by Caris Roane

Will she fall to temptation and give herself to a vampire…


Abigail doesn’t mind doing business with the realm-world, until she discovers she’s a rare commodity called a blood rose, something designed to satisfy the deepest needs of a mastyr vampire. She wants nothing to do with that kind of power and servicing a vampire is just wrong. But Mastyr Gerrod’s resistance to her gift, as well as his hot hunkiness in his Guardsman uniform, soon turns her head and she bends her neck to receive a sharp pair of fangs.


Mind-blowing sex, ecstasy, all good things follow. But how can she give up her human world to serve as a blood rose the rest of her life?



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#CrazyCanuckBlogHop Dec. 27-Jan 2.

Welcome to the Crazy Canuck New Year’s Blog Hop! I am very proud to be a part of a hop that features wonderful Canadian romance authors and their books. Please read on for my ideal New Year’s celebration and a chance to tell me about yours.


We have some great stops along the way and at each stop you will have the opportunity to enter to win our Grand Prize! The main link can be accessed by clicking the pic above or clicking this link: You can also find us by following the #CrazyCanuckBlogHop hashtag or the little blue frog button at bottom.

Grand Prize (Rafflecopter link at bottom):

Digital copies of a book from each participating author including:
Altering Authority by Ashley Dooley
Dead and Kicking by Lisa Emme
Something in the Air by Marie Landry
Magic Resistant by Veronica DelRosa
The Naughty List by Cori Vidae
Firefly: Ice Born by P.M. Pevato
Thirteen by Shannon Peel
Enemy Within by Marysol James
Questing for a Dream by P.D. Workman
Vice by Rosanna Leo
Lakeshore Secrets by Shannyn Leah
Guarding Midnight by Kacey Hammell
3013:Renegade by Susan Hayes
The Raven Room by Ana Medeiros
Alien Next Door: Complete Series by Jessica E. Subject
Slow Ride Home by Leah Braemel
One Gold Heart by Sadie Haller
Unconditional Devotion by Kayleigh Malcolm
Festive Persuasion by Charlene Roberts
Two $10 gift cards for Chapters-Indigo

As you can see, my giveaway is my contemporary romance Vice.  Not only will the grand prize winner receive this book and others, I will also be awarding a book from my backlist to one reader who comments on my blog.


What does New Year’s mean to me? I will be honest and say this: if I had my way, I’d spend every New Year’s huddled at home, ringing in the new year with a kiss from hubby and a nice drink. I used to go out and party before I had kids, and it’s just not my preference any more. I guess I had my bum pinched by too many drunk guys in bars.


(*Not Rosanna’s bum.*)

I don’t much care to watch the New Year’s countdown shows on TV. I usually just tune in to watch the ball drop.


Put me in front of a lovely fireplace or in front of a favorite movie, and I’m a happy camper. Oh, and of course, there will be food.  My favorite treat?


Did I mention I’m a low-maintenance kind of girl?

How do you like ringing in the New Year?

Share your traditions with me and one reader who comments will win a book from my backlist!


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Christmas Treats Blog Hop! #ChristmasTreats

I’m thrilled to be a part of this exciting #ChristmasTreats holiday hop. Thanks so much to Anna from Herding Cats and Burning Soup for hosting us.

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What are our favorite Christmas Treats? Books, of course! Stop by each blog for a chance to win fabulous books & gifties for the Holidays!

Simply click on the gingerbread pic above for the main link or head over to:

What is my prize? I’ll be giving away a copy of Night Lover, my latest paranormal romance. Read on for a blurb and excerpt.


What are my favorite holiday treats? Well, I hesitate to admit it, but I treat myself with a lot of chocolate.


Seriously, I need to start taking out stocks in chocolate companies. Even now, I am suffering a chocolate headache from overindulgence.

I know not everyone loves it, but I adore egg nog at the holidays. This creamy beverage ticks all my boxes. If it comes with a bit of rum, Rosanna is a happy girl.


Finally, I always try to treat myself with a favorite Christmas movie. I have a lot of faves, but my all-time favorite is A Christmas Carol.  I’ll never grow tired of watching Alastair Sim as he endures the visits from the three Christmas spirits. But it had better be the black and white version, or I’ll get cranky.


Share your favorite holiday faves with me. I will award my book Night Lover to one reader who comments here. Good luck and Merry Christmas!

Now who has my spiked egg nog…?



Canadian soprano Renata Bruno is tired of waiting for her big break. Unfortunately, her boss, the conductor of a chamber ensemble, sees her as little more than background material. When she learns of an opportunity to sing solo with a different troupe in England, she knows she must seize it. Especially when she hears the group is to perform Mozart’s Requiem, her favorite work.

As soon as Renata decides to make her move, a strange, sultry presence invades her life. She begins dreaming of a man, one who makes love to her, bewitching her. It isn’t long before her night lover leaves startling proof of his nocturnal presence, making her doubt her senses.

To compound her discomfort, she learns her new conductor is the college boyfriend who broke her heart years ago. As Renata grapples with old hurts and renewed passion, she must also fend off the increasingly fervent advances of her night-time visitor. She realizes she is under the influence of an incubus, a sexual demon.

It becomes harder to resist the incubus when she learns he has a name and had a tragic history. The more she discovers about his past, the more she realizes they are linked in more ways than one. Renata begins to rediscover love and her sense of faith, but will it be enough to save her night lover from an evil curse? And will it destroy her in the process?



When I saw the face in this painting, I gasped, feeling as if someone had punched me in the gut.


It was the portrait of a man, much in the style of a Gainsborough painting. Full-length, it displayed the man in Regency dress. Tall Hessian boots reached up over his pants, accentuating his height. A waistcoat peaked out from under his soft blue riding coat. I looked up to the face above the coat, clean-shaven and somehow boyish with its round features. His hair was the color of honey and quite curly, with long sideburns travelling down his cheeks. Although he bore a fashionably serious countenance, his blue eyes smiled.

It’s him.

The man from my recurring dream, the man from the theater mezzanine in Toronto. I blinked several times, not believing my eyes.

I couldn’t move. I returned the stare of the man in the portrait. A friendly face, it still managed to unnerve me. The artist must have been a master because its subject seemed to be looking right at me. His pale eyes bore into mine. As I continued to gaze at my dream man, other objects in the background began to blur. The portrait frame and the wallpaper behind him dissolved into nothingness. I could only make out the man, and his gaze seemed to issue me a challenge, daring me to look back at him. My head swam. My tongue grew thick. Pain shot through my stomach and I clutched it so I wouldn’t keel over.

Lizzy came out of nowhere and bounded up behind me. “What’s up? Ooh, he’s cute.” She, too, had noticed the portrait. She also saw how intently I stared. “Hey, are you okay?”

“No.” I couldn’t look away from him, couldn’t stop myself from raking my gaze over every painted inch. “It’s him. The man from my dream.”

“Yeah, right.” She frowned.

Finn walked up to us and put a hand on my back, oblivious to my shock. “So you’ve found the lord of the manor.”


“Hugh Dawlish, scion of Dawlish Manor. The women in the ensemble love this portrait because they think he’s, ah…easy on the eyes. So, shall we rehearse?”

I let him lead me away, but I couldn’t stop looking back at Hugh Dawlish’s portrait.

He was real. Not a wraith from my imagination.

Real. And dead.

Lizzy elbowed me. “You look like you’re going to pass out.”

“I’m fine.”

As we left the room, I looked back once more. The eyes of Hugh Dawlish followed me. I shivered.

A slight smile played on his lips.

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Rosanna Leo is a multi-published, erotic romance author. Several of her books about Greek gods, selkies and shape shifters have been named Top Picks at Night Owl Romance and The Romance Reviews.

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.

A library employee by day, she is honored to be a member of the league of naughty librarians who also happen to write romance. Rosanna blogs at

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Project Purse Dump- Juliette Cross

It’s almost Christmas and you know what that means. Chocolate in purses. At least, for Juliette Cross and I! (Hang on, I have chocolate in my purse year round…)

Oh, well. Please welcome Juliette!


Hi, everyone! So, my purse is ultra boring. Nothing but piles of receipts, my wallet, phone, sunglasses, and my reading glasses which I can never seem to find. Instead, my character Genevieve Drake from the Vessel series will share with you what’s in her purse. FYI, Gen is a college co-ed turned demon hunter in New Orleans. Take it away, Gen!


Tommy Girl Hand Lotion—My hands get chapped, and a girl’s gotta smell nice, right?

Chocolate—Always have some stashed in my purse. Helps me in all kinds of emotional emergencies.

A Benchmade Knife—My dad’s first present to me when I moved out of the house into an apartment with my bestie, Mindy. (Check out the closeup! It’s got the cutest butterfly.) And Jude almost cracked a smile when he saw me carrying it. Almost. JCrossPurseDump2

Mindy’s Ferrari-red Lipstick—Mindy has way more fashion sense than I do and insists I wear it when we go out.

Pony Tail Holders—Gotta have ‘em.


Celtic Bracelet—I bought this in the French Market because it reminded me of my mother and her artwork. She always loved Celtic scrollwork and interlacing. Jude gets a sort of sad look on his face when I wear it, so I usually just stick it back in my purse.

Vincent Van Gogh Sticky Notes—Couldn’t pass these up when I saw them at the NOMA souvenir shop. You always need sticky notes. Why not have some classy ones?

Matches—I don’t smoke, but I pick up matches wherever I go. These are from the Cigar Factory on Decatur, Pat O’Brien’s in the Quarter, and Commander’s Palace on Canal from the last time Dad took me.

Pens—You always need a pen. Be prepared.

Dickinson Pocket Poetry—Though I’ve had to set my English studies aside for more noble pursuits, like hunting demons with Jude, I can’t give up my favorite book of pocket poetry. Emily inspires me. When life gets tough, I always go to these lines, “Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words, and never stops—at all.”


About Juliette: Multi-published author of paranormal and urban fantasy romance with Samhain and Kensington Publishing, Juliette calls lush, moss-laden Louisiana, home where the landscape curls into her imagination, creating mystical settings for her stories. From the moment she read JANE EYRE as a teenager, she fell in love with the Gothic romance–brooding characters, mysterious settings, persevering heroines, and dark, sexy heroes. Even then, she not only longed to read more books set in Gothic worlds, she wanted to create her own.


Resplendent Rush Cover Reveal from @BellaJ_Author

I’m very pleased to help author Bella J as she reveals the cover for Resplendent Rush, her second book in the Resplendence series.



Lexi is a vivacious, quirky, and fiercely independent woman with enough attitude and wit to intimidate even the most confident of men. Levi is a sexy-as-hell, cocksure, smoldering hot marine blessed with smooth swagger and cool confidence to charm his way into any woman’s bed. The one thing they have in common, though, is their disinterest in finding love. She’s determined to not let love interfere and dictate her life. And with his career, he doesn’t need the emotional ties and baggage of love, and dreams of white picket fences.

But a few chance encounters have these two tangled up in one wild, passionate, explosive ride which neither of them expected, and which leaves them completely and utterly addicted to each other. Already in too deep, Lexi stubbornly fights her growing feelings for him and refuses to become vulnerable against the power that love seems to yield. She has witnessed firsthand how loving someone can destroy a person, leaving him defenseless against a life of emotional turmoil. She refuses to let it happen to her.

Levi knows that Lexi is holding back. He knows that she is keeping a part of her heart guarded. He’s determined to burn down the walls she so desperately clings to, and make her surrender her all to him. But with his long-lost brother’s unexpected return comes an inexorable danger that he will do just about anything to protect her from—even if it means losing her, and in the end, breaking her heart.

Goodreads link for Resplendent Rush (Resplendence Book 2)



Lexi indicated for the bartender to bring them a round of shots. Just as she was about to toss the tequila back, someone rammed into her from behind, and her little shot glass of heaven went bye-bye all over the counter and down the front of her dress.“What the hell?” she called out and grabbed a napkin.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” a voice came from behind her. It was a guy—of course it was a guy. Only guys would do something as stupid as ram into someone in a club with hundreds of people in it.

Her temper flared, and she spun around. “What the hell do you think—”

And then she blinked.

She stared straight into the greenest eyes she had ever seen. It was the kind of green that reminded you of a forest after it rained. Or the kind of green that pushed through patches of snow, reminding you that spring was just around the corner. His chocolate brown hair fanned just above those captivating greens.


“I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” he asked, concerned. She hardly noticed the other two guys who flanked him.

Kim turned on her seat and glared at the green-eyed piece of hotness pie. “Does she look okay to you?” Kim moved her eyes to Lexi. “She looks practically traumatized.”

Lexi would have liked to tell Kim that it wasn’t because of the getting rammed in the back part, but more about the getting rammed in the back by a prince of everything emerald that had her gawking like a total loser. But somehow her eyes had managed to find those broad shoulders and the lean, perfectly shaped torso just below it, so no way would she have been able to speak. She was afraid that she might drool if she attempted to open her mouth.

Under the white shirt he was wearing, she could see the roped muscles that she would have given her left pinkie for if she could just touch them.

Mr. Emerald Eyes lifted a brow, and an amused grin crossed his marvelously sexy face. “I think she looks like she just saw something she likes—a lot.”

Anger back.

Lexi liked a man who handled himself with cool confidence, but there was a fine line between confidence and arrogance—which Mr. Stormy Green had just stepped over.

Lexi shook the fog from her brain and brought forth her most intimidating stare. After all, she had to make up for her height in other ways, so being able to shoot a glare that had men running for the hills was something she had perfected years ago.

“Don’t you she just saw something she likes me, mister.” She waved her finger right in front of his face. “You’re the one who rammed into me. You almost had me choking to death on a shot glass. I practically saw my life pass before my eyes.”

He snorted, and she could have sworn those dark green eyes went a shade lighter. She swallowed.

“You’re being a bit dramatic, don’t you think?” He smiled, and all Lexi could see were those delectable full lips which probably tasted as good as they looked.


“Dramatic? I am not dramatic.”

“I think you are”—he held his fingers with a tiny space between his thumb and forefinger—“just a little.”

Who the hell does this guy think he is? How dare he tell me I’m dramatic? Oh, it’s on.

Crossing her arms, she said, “Yes, you do kind of look like a man who has a lot of experience with little things.”

He made a step toward her, and the club suddenly felt just a tad smaller. “And I’m pretty sure you drooled a little a few seconds ago when your eyes were all over me.”

“Wow, you have a ginormous ego. Are you perhaps compensating for something?” Strike.

When he stepped forward again, she caught the subtle smell of musk and peppermint. His gaze was locked on hers; she had to shift from one leg to the other—for reasons that she could not share with anyone.

And then he was standing very, very, very close—his gaze lowered to hers. “You have a big mouth for such a”—his gaze dropped to her legs and then moved back up—“petite little thing.”

Suddenly Lexi’s mouth went stone dry, her pulse pounding through the roof. Heat, so much goddamn heat—it was all around them. Her back was against the bar counter, and she had nowhere to go.

“I take it you’re an expert on all things petite—are you?” She cocked a cheeky brow, and by the smirk on his face he knew exactly what she was insinuating.

“I know enough to know that you were definitely giving me the dreamy stare just now.”

She snorted. “Don’t flatter yourself, big boy.”

“Oh, I bet you’d love to get acquainted with my big boy, wouldn’t you?” He leaned closer, his torso touching her chest.

Good holy heavens, she couldn’t breathe.

“What dream are you living in?” she shot back, her voice just a little lower.

Then she felt a slight tingle spread from her arm straight through to her spine, and she realized his fingertips were softly moving against her upper arm.

He leaned down, his mouth close to her ear.

“In a dream where you’re going to wake up tomorrow morning, and the first thing you’ll see will be my naked ass next to you in your bed.”

Everything clenched tight—everything. The hidden promises of mind-blowing pleasure were all there, echoing in his words.

She swallowed. “Why would it be my bed and not yours?” Lame comeback, she knew it, but she was kinda finding it hard to focus at that point.

He spoke next to her ear, his breath dancing against her cheek, and she imagined her heart would leap out of her chest at any second. “Because once I’m gone I want you to think of all the things I did to you, every last detail, whenever you look at your sheets.”  Sweet baby—

“Lexi.” Kim’s voice echoed in the far back corner of her mind—far behind all the visuals of her and this green-eyed honeypot of deliciousness doing very dirty things between her sheets.

“Lexi?”  Was that Kim?

She tore her gaze away from Mr. Hotness and looked at Kim, who stared at her all wide-eyed with a huge-ass question mark on her forehead.

“Lexi, huh?” His voice was still extremely close to her ear, which meant she just had another outbreak of goose bumps.

She turned back to Mr. Dreamy. “Yes, my name is—”

“It’s Alexandra, actually,” Kim chirped in.

Lexi glared at Kim. “Thanks for clarifying—Kimberley.”

Kim shrugged. Sometimes Lexi was convinced her best friend was completely clueless.

“I’m Levi.”

He smiled, and Lexi swooned like a teenager. That was the moment Lexi pulled on her shiny red slippers, eagerly got onto the yellow brick road, and skipped all the way to the Emerald City—screw the lion and fuck the tin man.


RELEASE DATE:  11-01-2016

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Anneka Ever. Hearts Race.

I’m thrilled to welcome pub sister Anneka Ever today. Her sexy new hero is having problems sleeping. Hmm. Perhaps I could help him with that, you know, by giving him a good workout before bed.

*shakes head* Rosanna, remember to keep some thoughts inside your head.

Please welcome Anneka and have a look at her new book, Hearts Race! It’s hot off the presses!


“A good laugh and a long sleep are the best cures in the doctor’s book.” – Irish proverb

Sleep. I love it. Unfortunately, it’s become a bit elusive in recent years.

Why? One reason is the simple act of growing older. I think most people have a difficult time falling asleep as they age. I saw it happen to my mother and now it’s happening to me.

I believe, however, the biggest single factor keeping us from sleeping is technology.

How many of you out there sleep with your phone? Raise your hand. I’ve got mine raised because I’m guilty of it.

Before smart phones came along, it was the television. I’ve spent many restless nights bathed in its flickering silver-blue light. When I was a teenager, it was the radio, which emitted a weird orange and green glow that kept me awake.

And now we have all of our gadgets charging in our bedrooms. Each one has a little light on it to let us know that yes, it’s filling itself up with energy so it’ll be ready to go when we get up in the morning.

Dylan Delaney, the hero of my new book Hearts Race, has a problem sleeping. His addiction to adrenaline and to technology certainly doesn’t help. Like us, Dylan is afraid he might miss something while he’s asleep, so he sleeps very little.

Greta Larsen, his life coach, visits his bedroom to evaluate his sleeping conditions. Here’s an excerpt:

“You might want to consider getting some blackout curtains or wearing eye shades.” As she spoke, she ran her hand back and forth along the comforter on the bed.

He nodded, unable to take his eyes off her hand. He wondered what it would feel like to have her run her hand back and forth along his skin.

“Do you get on the computer while you’re in here?”

“Yes, sometimes. I try to wind up any business I didn’t get to take care of earlier in the day.”

“What about this tablet here?”

“Yeah. I play around on that sometimes.”

“And I bet you sleep with the phone under your pillow.”

He felt his face growing hot. “Look, I know what you’re thinking. I’m addicted to my gadgets.” His voice rose. “I’m not the only person in the world who sleeps with his phone.”

She clasped her hand around his wrist. “Don’t get so defensive. I’m not judging you.” She released her light grip. Greta crossed one leg over the other and laid her hands on her knee. He tried not to stare at her gleaming wedding ring.

“Your body needs time to transition from activity to sleep mode. If you’re checking the computer or your phone, or watching TV or playing on the tablet, you’re not giving your mind and body time to make that downshift.”

He rubbed his wrist where she had touched him. “So I should just come in here and climb in bed straight away?”

“You don’t have to do that, but you should try doing something calming for the last hour before you go to sleep. Think of it as a ritual. You could take a warm bath or listen to some relaxing music. You could read. Not business reports or emails, but a good book or a magazine. Don’t read on your tablet. The light from its screen, the light on your phone, and the TV, and all these blinking lights on chargers and other devices in here, they keep your brain activated.”

She picked up one of his charging devices and pointed to the red and green indicator lights. “Believe it or not, when these tiny little lights blink in the dark, they can mess up your circadian rhythm.” She reached out and tapped his head. “You have a cluster of cells in your hypothalamus that responds to light and darkness. When light travels through your eyes to those cells, they assume it’s time to wake up, so they do things to your hormones, temperature, and other body functions to keep you awake. If that happens when you’re supposed to be asleep, your brain’s getting mixed signals.”

There’s only one signal my brain’s getting right now. It took every fiber of his being to keep him from kissing her. Every time she touched him, he felt as if a current of electricity traveled through him. The pressure on his wrist, the tap on his head: Zing! Zing! He didn’t know what would happen if she actually caressed him. I’d probably explode like a supernova.

He focused on her again and realized she was still talking. “I know you don’t drink alcohol, but I have seen you drink tea or other forms of caffeine. Try not to do that for several hours before you plan to go to bed.”

He nodded, wondering how she could be so unaware of how attracted he was to her. What turns her on?

“Try to limit your physical activity right before bed. I know you work out late at night sometimes. Even if it wears you out, it keeps you keyed up. Exercise earlier in the day.”

I’m keyed up right now, he wanted to say.

She bounced on the mattress again. “The bed seems comfortable enough,” she said. “It should only be used for sleeping and for sex.”

He bunched the comforter with his fists, groaning inwardly.



When it comes to adventure, she’s stop and he’s go. When it comes to romance, he’s yes and she’s no.

Can billionaire Dylan Delaney overcome his adrenaline addiction with life coach Greta Larsen’s help before he loses his technology empire? Can she move past the death of her husband to find love again?

When Greta finds herself attracted to her very rich, very handsome new client, she sees it as a betrayal of her late husband. Despite her feelings of guilt, she can’t walk away from Dylan, especially when she learns he harbors his own grief.

His secret sorrow is the key to Dylan’s love of danger. Greta is determined to unlock his mysterious past so he’ll stop courting death. What she doesn’t count on is the passion she frees.

Dylan’s never met a woman who could slow him down. Until now. Greta teaches him to be mindful of the moment, but soon his every moment is filled with thoughts of her. Has he replaced one addiction with another?

Hearts Race is the follow-up story to Riverswept and the second book in the Burns Class of Love series. The story returns readers to the small town of Burns, Virginia and also introduces them to the Blue Ridge Mountains around Charlottesville, Virginia.

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Author Bio: Anneka Ever is a romance author. Her contemporary love stories are set in the mountains and small towns of Virginia. Her strong heroes and independent heroines explore their passion against the beautiful backdrop of rivers, meadows, and forests. She is a member of the Romance Writers of America. Anneka lives in Virginia with her husband and three dogs.