Susan Behon. All Or Nothing.

I had the pleasure of reading from Susan Behon’s Madison Falls series recently and was delighted with this author’s fresh and funny voice. Her books have a real spark. I’m thrilled to share her latest, All Or Nothing. I know you’ll love it.



All or Nothing, Book 5

Madison Falls Series

Susan Behon

Release Date: June 20, 2016

Liquid Silver Books


Christopher King had everything. He had his family, his security company, and most importantly, he had Fiona O’Malley. Almost. Until he has to let Fiona go for reasons he can’t reveal.

He thought he’d shut her out, but every stolen look and lingering glance gives him away. Fiona knows things aren’t as they seem, so she comes up with a plan to get Chris to tell her the truth. It works a little too well when the very reason he stayed away comes to light and threatens everything he’s fought to keep safe.

Unable to live the lie any longer, Chris needs Fiona by his side to put a stop to the danger that’s following her and tormenting him. Fiona becomes the key to unlocking his every secret, including the love he can no longer deny.

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Security expert Christopher King had his dream woman until he was forced to let her go. Fiona O’Malley is determined to find out the truth and Chris will do anything to keep her safe. She is the key to unlocking his secrets, including the love he can no longer hide

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Susan Behon, author of the Madison Falls series, enjoys creating a world that brings readers romance, laughter, and a healthy dose of sexiness. Susan graduated summa cum laude with a B. A. in English from Norfolk State University. She currently lives in Ohio with her very own romance hero of a husband and their two wonderful daughters.


Chris took Fiona by the waist and pulled her against him in an echo of their earlier embrace. “You want to know what it was? Why I dragged you back there?” She had to tilt her head back to look him in the eye. Chris’s heart thudded because he knew what he was about to confess. “It was me wanting you so much that every day without you has been my own special kind of Hell. And it was all of my own making. I couldn’t touch you or taste you because I forced you out of my reach. All that time, it was me seeing you, but not being able to stare, taking in your scent without being able to really inhale, and hearing your voice and not being able to say what was on my mind or in my…”

No, he’d said enough.

“To say what was in your what?” Fiona clutched at his shoulders. Chris didn’t know if her heart was pounding too or if it was the reverberations from his own slamming against her.

“Never mind.” Chris skittered back from the edge.

“Damn it. Tell me!” It was the closest he’d ever heard Fiona come to a shout. Her dormant Irish temper was wide awake now. “Come on, Christopher King, I’m right here.” She grabbed his hand and set it over her heart. Christ. Her upper chest was so soft and warm, it wasn’t much of a struggle to keep his hand right where it was. “Here I am. Feel me…see me…tell me what you want to say. Tell me what’s on your mind and in your…?”

“Goddamn it, Fee!” He felt goaded into raising his voice as well. “My heart, okay? I wanted to tell you what was in my heart. I love you so fucking much I ache with it.”

There. All his cards were on the table now. The absence of sound was deafening. Had they both stopped breathing? Fee hadn’t said anything yet and the suspense was killing him. He’d never told a woman he loved her before and waiting for her to either laugh at him or love him too, sucked. Screw it. He dropped his hands and stepped around her. “I’ll show you to your room. It’s been a long day. You’re probably tired…”

“I’m not tired.” She kept pace behind him.

He kept going. “The bathroom is to the left down the hall. You might want to take a shower…”

“I don’t want to take a shower…not alone, anyway.”









Bullying. A mother’s perspective.

Over the past couple of weeks, my husband and I learned some distressing news. Our youngest son has been bullied at school by some of the other boys in his grade. They are all in grade 7, only 13 years old. When I heard it broke my heart. And then I got angry, angrier than I’ve probably ever been.

I grew up in the 1970’s. Like anyone who did, I understand bullying. I was bullied and so were some of my friends. I’m sure the vast majority of us were at one time or other because there was no general consciousness about the ramifications surrounding this sort of abuse. We were told to “deal with it” or to “fight back.” It was black or white and many of us cowered in fear every day, hoping our bully would get tired of us and move onto someone else.

Things are different now. Bullying takes many forms. We are all familiar with the stories of cyber bullying, to say nothing of physical and verbal attacks. A child can feel isolated very easily, which is just what the bully wants. Kids carry weapons now. They hurt themselves out of desperation. The whole issue makes me sick and sad. We all understand the consequences now.

I won’t get into all the details here. Suffice to say, my son endured vicious name-calling and a couple of the bullies got physical with him. It all began as a prank in which many kids were involved and they suddenly turned on my child and made him the focus of their attentions. He was devastated. These were boys with whom he’d always been friends. We’ve had them at our house. We’ve had them over for sleepovers.

They won’t be back.

What do I say to the bullies? You have lost the privilege of being friends with my son. He’s a good kid, a kid who stood up to you in defense of some of the other kids. I think you picked on him because you sensed his inner strength. That strength led him to tell us what you’ve been doing. I’ll tell you this, you picked on the wrong kid.

Thankfully, he told us what was going on. Thankfully, our school has a wonderful vice-principal who spotted some of the activity and acted on it immediately. The support from our teachers and administrative staff has been incredible and I appreciate how quickly they notified the parents of the bullies.

Sadly, not all those parents seem to care. We have yet to receive apologies from at least one of the kids involved in the worst incident. If those bullies were my children, I would march them over to apologize and I would teach them the errors of their ways. This preventable situation has hurt our entire family.

As a mom, I am furious and sick to my stomach over what’s happened. As a human being, I understand things sometimes escalate and kids of this age don’t always operate with a rational brain. As a writer, I want to tell the world so some other parent out there might recognize the signs and talk to their child.

Our son talks to us, that’s never been a problem. Over the last couple of weeks, he’s been a bit quieter when it comes to the topic of school but it’s end of year. Not a lot is going on. We honestly didn’t think anything was wrong. But once we did, you can believe we had some serious conversations. Once we knew the truth, we roped in every school authority we could: his teacher, his principal and of course our great vice-principal was already gathering information and hauling those other boys into the office. The school will be assigning a teacher as our son’s “point-person” so he always has someone to talk to and they have assured the staff will be watching him in the hallways and outside. We are thankful for those measures and our son tells us he feels better about going to school. He believes a couple of the boys expressed genuine remorse. His demeanour has changed for the better. He’s joking again. He’s singing in the shower again. I think he’s happier because he knows he isn’t alone.

That’s what any bully wants: to make you feel alone. So tell someone, please. Your parents can help. Your teachers can help. Let us.

What happens next for my son? He knows who his real friends are and so do we. Next year is his last year in elementary school and we’ve taken steps to ensure he has a good circle of friends in his class. We will remain in touch with the school officials to monitor what’s going on. He’s told me he might like to take self-defense classes. Done. Anything to make him feel better about himself.

He said to me the other day, “I think I’m ready to forgive one of the boys. I might want to be friends with him again.” Although we applauded his maturity and compassion, we have cautioned him against making any rash decisions. After all, we don’t take this lightly. Bullies can be reformed but we’ve told him he might want to wait a while and spend time with his good friends, his loyal friends.

He agreed. He’s smart that way.

Like I said before, you picked on the wrong kid.

Elodie Parkes. Leave Me Breathless.

I’m happy to host Elodie Parkes today as she celebrates the release of Leave Me Breathless. And this has nothing to do with the fact her newest heroine is named “Rosanna.” Nothing at all. 😉

Welcome Elodie!


Leave me Breathless
Erotic romance/Romantic erotica
Elodie Parkes
Evernight Publishing


Dishy Seth Callahan relocates one of his business offices to a pretty Louisiana town. He’s lonely and discovers an emptiness inside him he just can’t fill … that is until he starts his house parties, where he fills the hollow with sultry encounters.
Four years later, his house parties attract lonely people looking for sensual comfort from far and wide. 
Rosanna Pyne arrives in town seeking solace after a bad relationship, and her neighbors take her to one of Seth’s parties.
Seth notices her right away. He approaches her, but Rosanna backs away from Seth’s steamy advances. Seth falls into fantasizing in a most erotic way about the lovely Rosanna until one night she makes a move on him.
Rosanna is looking for someone to love her. Is there any chance it might be Seth?
An erotic romance with HEA to make your summer sizzle.


Visiting today we have Seth Callahan
from the new Evernight Publishing erotic romance release, Leave me Breathless.
Hi Seth,
thanks for coming along to the blog today
Hi, thank you for inviting me. I have
to say it’s a little embarrassing seeing my story published, although it’s
great too.
What’s embarrassing about it?
Well, without giving too much away,
the way I fantasize about Rosanna before we really get together is unusual, I
Seth, tell us something about Rosanna, and why you fantasize about her.
She’s pretty, intelligent, she has
her own business, designing wedding dresses, bridesmaids dresses and stuff. She’s
sexy and strong. It took me ages to get her to live with me and agree to marry
me… (smiles) that’s maybe a spoiler, I should be quiet. Why do I fantasize
about her, well, I guess I fall for her right from the start, but mostly she
turns me on … more than I’ve ever felt before.
What are the house parties, mysteriously referred to in the book blurb?
Well now, they’re parties where
people can meet and have sex. I mean … not necessarily sex per se, but flirt,
make out … there’s only one way to understand and that’s to read the story.
A sex club, then? (He stares at me intently for a moment with his gorgeous blue eyes.)
Yeah I guess so. (Now he’s smiling again)
Okay let’s have some quick questions.
What’s your favorite, jeans or a suit?
I wear suits and jeans. I don’t have
a favorite because I have some cool suits for work and some great faded denims
that I throw on when I’m not working. It took me a while to get those jeans
just the way I like them, ripped and faded. Rosanna especially likes the tear
in the upper thigh part.
Do you ever go commando?
(He grins and his eyes twinkle)
Er, yes, sometimes in my favorite
jeans, the ones I just described.
Do you like making love with the lights off or on?
Both, either, it depends … Rosanna
likes candlelight
(He smiles)
Coffee or Cola?
Has to be coffee. Are you offering me
a cup … I didn’t get breakfast …
In bed, toys or no toys? (Okay, he’s laughing now.)
The answer’s the same as lights on or
off, both depending on the situation. I seriously need coffee now.
What can we expect to read when you fantasize about Rosanna?
Hell, that’s kinda personal, but sex
and what I want to do to Rosanna, or with her, mostly. Let’s just say it’s hot
as hell male fantasy stuff because by the time we do get together I’m desperate
for her. The story has a happy ever after, I mean—I love her.
Thank you
for being here today. We’ll get some coffee now …
Thank you for inviting me. I hope you
enjoy Rosanna and my love story.

©Elodie Parkes 2016,
Evernight Publishing
About Elodie:
I’m a writer who is in love with happy endings, currently based in southern UK.
I love:
music, art, flowers, trees, the ocean. I work with antiques by day and words by
night. Like a vampire, darkness is my friend, that’s when the silence is only
broken by an occasional hoot of owls in the woodlands opposite my home, and I
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