Do You Have A Favorite? Reader’s Choice Awards Nominations Are Now Open

Hi, everyone! My publisher, Limitless Publishing, LLC is holding a Reader’s Choice Book Award Contest. Books published by them between May 1, 2017 and May 31, 2018 are eligible. I would love a nomination for:

Vice, Vegas Sins 1 – Erotic Romance

A Good Man, Handymen 1 – Contemporary Romance

Nominate them by following the link to the Crave Publishing site and following the prompts.
Thank you for your support!

The Craving Chronicles


Do you have a favorite?

Let us and our authors know how much you love them by nominating your favorite books or short story.

Limitless Publishing, LLC is hosting our first Reader’s Choice Book Awards!  Nominations will open June 1, 2018.

Reader’s Choice Award Categories

Romantic Suspense
Fantasy / Paranormal
Fantasy/Paranormal Romance
Science Fiction
Horror/Dark Fiction
YA/YA Romance
Historical Romance
Contemporary Romance
Erotic Romance
Best Short Story in an anthology – Horror/Dark Fiction
Best Short Story in an anthology – Romance

Authors and readers may nominate one (1) book/short story per category published by
Limitless Publishing, LLC and/or its division Crave Publishing, LLC. Only books/shorts published from May 1, 2017 – May 31, 2018 are eligible to enter.

Deadline for nominations to the contest is June 30, 2018.


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Contest Rules
1. Nominations/Entries must be received by June 30, 2018 (No exceptions)
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Release day for Craving: One Night!

I’m excited to announce the release day for Craving: One Night, a sexy new anthology from Crave Publishing!

I’m honoured to be part of this anthology and proud to share my novella “Al Dente.” Set in my hometown of Toronto, during a couple’s cooking class in an Italian restaurant, it is steamy and passionate.

Can Ruby and Matteo make their passion last longer than just one night?

One-click today and find out!



Craving: One Night is now available for preorder!

For a while I’ve been telling you about Crave Publishing’s Craving: One Night anthology and my novella “Al Dente.” I’m happy to announce the anthology is now available on Amazon for preorder!

The characters in my story are Ruby and Matteo, two people at a crossroads who aren’t sure they are destined for more than one night with each others. Ruby is a Chinese-Canadian food blogger and Matteo is an Italian chef from Treviso who spends all his time writing cookbooks or touring.

I hope you fall in love with them, as I have.

Preorder here:

Thrifty Thursday: Shoes & Shifters

I’m honoured to receive a mention in Elaina Roberts’ blog today, in a fun post about shoes and shifters!

Elaina Roberts

In what I hope to become a regular feature (if I don’t wander off again), I’m combining two of my favorite things: thrift store finds and book sales. A note for those who aren’t familiar with me. I love thrift stores, adore them. I buy stuff there as gifts for others, supplies for crafts, clothing because… c’mon, $3 for a shirt with the tags still on it?, and books. All the books! So, when I poke fun at the stuff found at thrift stores, I’m not trying to be mean or making a comment on those who shop there out of financial necessity. However, if you’ve ever gone to a thrift store, you know there are always a few… shall we say unusual items. Those are the true gems and what I hope to target. So… today, I focus on shoes!

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My thoughts on #Cockygate.

If you’ve followed the #Cockygate hashtag on Twitter or other social media platforms, you will know the romance community has been in an uproar recently. Actually, the entire writing community is up in arms and rightly so.


Because one author got greedy. By the way, I will not name her here as I do not in any way wish to give her free publicity on my blog. Chances are, you’ll already know her name. If not, the hashtag will provide those details.

This author, whose romance series features the word “cocky” in its titles, claims to have trademarked the word. She proceeded to send cease and desist letters to other authors whose books happen to have “cocky” in their titles.

Really? Cocky? That’s like trying to trademark the words “Love” or “Baby” or “Cowboy.” It’s a word commonly found in romance titles.

In sending these letters, threatening other authors financially, she has not only alienated them but the entire community. Romancelandia hasn’t taken kindly to it. In fact, neither have writers in other genres.

I am not a legal expert. I have never studied law. However, plenty of people in our genre have and they all seem to agree this author has made a mockery of the laws that have been set in place to protect us. Never in my wildest dreams did I expect to see a fellow author attacking her peers in this way. It sickens me.

She still has her supporters and they are welcome to her. I, for one, have never read her books and never will. She will never be welcome here on my blog. I will never seek her out for cross-promotion. And I am not the only one who has been saying these things. However, the author in question is now condemning those who are opposed to her antics, saying she is being bullied.

Lady, you have no idea what it is to be bullied. Come sit with me for a while. I’ll talk to you about being bullied.

Attacking others in your peer group is no way to get ahead. What she has done is most likely irreversible. In my opinion, her career is ruined. Of course, someone like this will probably just reinvent herself and reappear somewhere else.

What can you do? Put your money where your mouth is. Buy books from the authors she has attacked. Leave reviews for them. Support authors who need it most. There are plenty out there who are pouring their souls onto paper every day, people who would be only too happy to have your support. Be their champions. Tell your friends. Tell this author the buck stops here.

Thank you for reading.

GDPR compliance and my newsletter list.

As you may have heard, there is a new law–the General Data Protection Regulation (GDPR)–in the European Union. Seeing as I’m lucky to have friends and newsletter subscribers in the EU, I am required to get all my subscribers to update their consent.
In other words, they need to know I will never mistreat their personal info or share it with a third party.
To make this as simple as possible, I’m starting my newsletter list over from scratch. If you had previously signed up for my newsletter, thank you!
In order to continue receiving newsletters, or sing up for the first time, you will need to subscribe here:
If you were on the list previously and no longer wish to receive newsletters from me, you don’t have to do anything. I have already discontinued my previous newsletter list.
I am deeply grateful for all your support and I thank you for allowing me to contact you every so often with my book news. I look forward to connecting with all my new subscribers soon!

Chasing Fire by @averyjkingston.

A military alpha hero. A flirtatious vixen. A crazed game of seduction.

One pair of panties changed his life.

“I’m putting my panties in your back pocket. You have until two am to get them back to me. If you do, you will be rewarded. Handsomely.”

Those were the words Victoria Johnson whispered to Scott Harris after she stuffed a pair of lacy red panties into his back pocket. That was Tori’s favorite game: No strings attached sex. But he’d have to chase her first.

Years later, when Scott returns from Afghanistan minus one leg, he thinks the sexual games are over.  His military career is over. Hell, his life is over.

But then Tori shows up in his hospital room as fiery and flirtatious as the day he left. It turns out she’s more than just a beautiful disaster with sexy red panties.

Much more.

She may be trouble but she’s everything he’s ever wanted. Except for Tori, things are never that simple. Because Tori faces a tragedy of her own. An accident that rips her life apart, leaving her without sight and struggling to recover the woman she once was.

For Scott, Tori’s still the one he’s waited his whole life for. He’s done letting fate tear them apart. It will be a challenge to win her shattered heart once and for all.

Lucky thing Scott Harris never backs away from a challenge.

Chasing Fire is a full length romance with LOTS of steam and a HEA. Featuring a hot-as-hell alpha and a sexy artist who both have filthy mouths. Intended for a mature audience.


Tori’s heart pounded nervously as she walked down the hall toward Scott’s room. She may have gone home from the bar a week ago and cried herself to sleep worrying about him. She may have lied to Keith when he’d walked in that night and caught her sobbing. She may have spent the last week checking her phone every five minutes. She may have texted Shauna and asked her to drop some hints to Scott.

She quietly cracked open the door to his room. It was dark, and the blinds were drawn shut, and he lay sleeping. She shut the door gently behind her. It had been almost two years since she’d laid eyes on him. She crept closer to the bed, glancing him over. Slightly leaner, but still in impeccable shape. His facial hair was thick and unkempt, framed by a tube giving him oxygen. 

He had some bruising and stitched cuts, but it didn’t detract from his looks at all, and she ashamedly thanked God the explosion spared his beautiful face; many of the men she’d passed in the hall were not as fortunate. She could see under the loose sheet where the mound of his left leg stopped and was missing. 

An IV bag was hooked to his arm, which donned a new tattoo of what looked like a Spartan with some lettering on his forearm extending below the tribal on his bicep she was familiar with. She lightly touched his fingertips, leaned closer, squinting in the dark room to make out the words. It looked like Latin or Greek, but she wasn’t sure. 

His hand gripped her wrist, yanking her down. Tori gasped, and her eyes bulged. He studied her for a moment. Gradually, his dark, cold expression faded, his grip loosened, and those soulful brown eyes softened. Her unease disappeared as a slight smile crept across his face.

They locked eyes, neither of them saying a word, barely breathing. He pulled her in close by the back of her neck and kissed her sweetly. Familiarity washed over her as his lips touched hers, and a soft moan escaped her mouth.

“Hey, you,” Scott said, his voice hoarse. He had the sultriest look in his eyes, slightly tainted with the weight of all he’d endured. He kissed her gently once more and caressed her cheek. 

“Hey, Sailor.” She pulled back and studied him. 

“You’re a sight for sore eyes.” His eyes raked her up and down. “You cut off your hair?” He tugged a strand of her blonde waves between his fingertips.

She tucked it behind her ear and fiddled with her earrings. Her mouth quirked up as her eyes darted to the mound under the sheet. “You cut off your leg.” 

His face broke into a wide grin, and he laughed loudly, which made him cough and wheeze. “Touché.” 

Tori loved the way his eyes creased in the corners when he was amused. He carried a perpetually pissed off look that some would be intimidated by, but it was that impish grin that brought out the playful Scott, the Scott she’d met that night in the bar. God, he looks good.

“Sorry I startled you, was checking out the new ink.” She nodded to his arm. “I like it. It’s sexy,” she added with a playful wink. “Although I have no idea what it says.”

“Molṑn Labé,” Scott replied. “It means ‘come and take them’,” he explained further. “Legend is that Xerxes, king of Persia, demanded the Spartans surrender their weapons, and King Leonidas responded with this phrase.”

“Defiant.” Tori wrinkled her nose. “I like it.” 

He chuckled. “Speaking of ink, I noticed from your photo you had some yourself.”

“Yeah.” She turned and lifted her little blue casual dress, exposing a purple, lacy thong with the red lips on her right cheek at the hip. “Got this and another one I like even more.” She traced the lines of her tattoo. 

“Another?” His brow arched. “I’m not sure what can top saying kiss my ass.” 

She smiled. “You’ll see it sooner or later,” she said coyly. “When you’re up to it.”

“Now you have me intrigued.”

“Good.” She grinned. 

Tori pulled up a chair and sat next to his bed, kicking her feet up on the side lazily. She folded her arms across her chest, heaving a big sigh. He looked down at her sandaled feet, fiddled with her toe rings, and traced his fingers over the feathered tattoo wrapping her ankle.

“So how have you been?” He rubbed her calf with his rough hand. 

“Better than you, I presume,” she said kindly with a long breath. “I’ve been good. Got into grad school at Georgetown next fall. Getting ready to move in with my friend Keith after graduation. He’s got a kicking job at the Smithsonian and has a small place in Georgetown. He’s renting me his spare room. I’m hoping he can put in a good word. My degree requires an internship at a museum next summer, right after I finish spring semester, either in London or New York.” 

“Look at you, all grown up, going legit. I had no idea you had it in your bohemian blood. I’m impressed.”

“You should be. I’m kinda a big deal.” She made a silly face, crinkling her nose.

“So, who is this Keith dude you’re moving in with?” His brow wrinkled.

Tori tilted her head to the side, and a calm smile fell over her face. “Is someone jealous?” She let out a huge laugh as Scott rolled his eyes. “Keith is as gay as a row of pink tents.”

Scott laughed loudly, which made him cough again. 

“Hungry?” she asked.

“Very. Food here sucks.”

“I figured.” She bent over and grabbed her suede purse with the fringes on it, digging through it.

“Fringes?” he teased her about her purse, as he did about most of her clothing all the time. “You are such a freaking hippie, Tori.”

“And you’re a wounded vet. Look how stereotypical 1960s we are.” She stuck her tongue out at him.

“Sneak in any cigarettes in there?” He nodded to her purse.

“You know I don’t smoke,” she smirked and added, “not cigarettes, at least. That shit will kill you.”

“So will explosions, but I’m still here.” He raised his palms.

She pursed her lips into a displeased scowl. From the sound of his lungs, the last thing he needed was a cigarette. She pulled out a large bag of chips. “Brought you some non-hospital food, Lieutenant Dan.” She tossed him the bag.

“Haha. Very funny.” Scott caught the bag. “Funyans. Fancy.” He opened the bag and popped one into his mouth.

“Oh, don’t act like they aren’t your favorite. I remember.” 

“That you did.” He grinned smugly. “Burgers are also my favorite.” 

“Hey! I’m a poor, starving artist living off my meager earnings from selling my paintings.” She leaned over and grabbed a chip from the bag and tossed it into her mouth. “That bag of chips was the last few dollars in my wallet”—she crunched on the chip—“and out of the goodness of my heart, I spent it on you. I probably won’t eat the rest of the week now.” She licked her fingers clean. 

“Well, I guess I better share. I can’t have you starving all week. Get over here, beautiful.” He patted the mattress next to him.