Predator’s Salvation release day!

It’s here! I’m excited to announce it’s release day for Predator’s Salvation, the last installment of my Gemini Island Shifters series.

For those still unfamiliar with the series, it has eight books and although I’ve tried my best to write them as stand alone romances, as you get further in the series you will want to read them in order to avoid major spoilers.

I’ve had some great responses to this series and my readers tell me they are sad to see it end. I’m so thrilled it has touched so many hearts. I think I’ve provided a satisfying conclusion and I hope you love Connor and Elaine’s story.


The shape shifters from Gemini Island’s Ursa Resort have been through hell. In the battle with their enemy the Alpha Brethren, they suffered losses and are still dealing with the emotional aftermath. No one in this heroic group has emerged unscathed.

When mountain lion shifter Connor Church lost his best friend, he made a vow to protect his widow and small children. Of everyone on Gemini Island, he knows best how badly the young family has suffered.

Unfortunately, Elaine Gleason hasn’t made it easy for Connor. Drowning in grief, she moved her family far away. When a medical emergency forces them to return, she is confronted by unexpected feelings for Connor, a man who has always been one of her closest friends. Her emotions send her into a tailspin when it becomes clear Connor feels the same way. They fight the attraction, tortured by their loyalty to Elaine’s dead mate.

When a remorseless organ trafficker develops an obsession for Elaine, Connor’s
protective instincts emerge and he realizes his feelings run much deeper than friendship. The friends at the Ursa must do battle once more. But even if they win, can Elaine ever move past her grief and start a new life with Connor?

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Sanctuary Cove. Kate James.

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Sanctuary Cove
by Kate James
Adult Contemporary Romance
Paperback & ebook, 384 pages
March 1st 2017 by Harlequin Heartwarming

Can his safe haven be enough for her?

Emma Meadows never imagined that sticking to her principles against an act of corruption by a New York senator would cost her her job as VP of communications. Heartbroken, she retreats to her cottage in the Adirondacks to lick her wounds and, in the process, rescues an injured dog that only Josh Whitmore can save.

The veterinarian works diligently to bring dog and woman back to full fighting form, until allegations against the senator become more serious. Seeing Emma’s reaction to the increasing pressure, Josh realizes that inevitably she’ll find a way back to the top…and he’ll likely lose her for good.

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Kate spent much of her childhood abroad before attending university in Canada. She built a successful business career, but her passion has always been literature. As a result, Kate turned her energy to her love of the written word. Kate’s goal is to entertain her readers with engaging stories featuring strong, likable characters. Kate has been honored with numerous awards for her writing. She and her husband, Ken, enjoy traveling and the outdoors, with their beloved Labrador Retrievers, Harley and Logan.

Kate would love to hear from you! You can connect with her by email, through her website, her Facebook pageTwitter, or mail at PO Box 446, Schomberg, ON, L0G 1T0, Canada.


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Rockin’ Book Reviews
underneath the covers
Becky on Books
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With Love for Books
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Faithfully Bookish
deal sharing aunt
My Devotional Thoughts
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Getting Your Read On
Thoughts of a Blonde
Christy’s Cozy Corners
Mel’s Shelves
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A Slice of Life
The Silver Dagger Scriptorium
Hardcover Feedback
Falling Leaves
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Reading Is My SuperPower
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Rosanna Leo
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Avoiding my manuscript.

Yes, it’s true. I am avoiding my manuscript.

It began innocently enough. Life has been busy lately. In fact, since Christmas, there’s been a lot going on at my house. I’ve always been the sort of writer who takes pride in writing through the rough moments, the frantic moments. However, eventually life forces you to slow down. Breaks are sometimes unavoidable and, I would argue, necessary.

The problem with breaks is it can be hard to find one’s mojo afterward. Over the holidays, I gave myself permission to slack off a bit. I’ve been doing a lot of extra hours at my day job anyway. It’s not as if I wasn’t working. I just wasn’t writing much.

When I finally began this book, the second in my Handymen series, I suspected something was wrong with the plot. I started it over several times. I changed up the main characters, the whole nine yards. However, it still felt wrong.

And so I’ve been avoiding it.

I chose to call it “giving myself some time away.” Perspective is good, right? Hindsight is 20/20 and all that crap.

However, when I returned to it, the problems were still there and now I’m forced to deal with them.

I took the opportunity to make this time away more constructive. I sent my first few chapters to my good buddy Selena Robins. Have you met her? She’s awesome.

“Tell me what you think of these chapters, please, Selena. I think they might be bullshit.” (Okay, I may have phrased it more diplomatically but we all know this is what I was thinking.)

Guess what? Selena, the wonderful, talented woman, confirmed my suspicions. She let me know I was onto a good thing but that my problem was structure. Too much back story at the beginning of the book. Damn, I knew that but for some reason didn’t trust my instincts. Which leads me to another point: writers, be honest with yourselves and trust your instincts.

So I can’t really avoid this book anymore. I know exactly what I need to do and now I need to do it.

*Rosanna clicks on document and pauses*

Of course, I did notice some dust bunnies on the staircase. I should probably sweep them up.

I’ll write this book. I promise.

Maybe tomorrow.


Christa Maurice. Try a Little Tenderness.

Try a Little Tenderness

Release date: March 7th


Sometimes you have to try a little harder for what you want.

Taylor Elgin was a child star, but keeping her career as an adult is frustrating. Now executives want to cut her part unless she garners more audience appeal. Her producer has a perfect plan. Match her character up with a fan favorite played by hot guy and terrible actor Ryan Asher. It would be easier to just quit…

Ryan had a crush on Taylor when he was a kid and is thrilled to be partnered with her now. But does a guy carrying the scars of an abusive childhood deserve America’s Little Girl? And then to learn she never wanted to work with him in the first place? There’s no reason to even try…

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They knew. They all knew. Ryan drove to Taylor’s. He had to clear his stuff out of her place before she got home. He wouldn’t have to see her until next week on set and they’d have to figure out how to work around her disgust for the sake of the show. At least if everybody knew, she wouldn’t be able to blackmail him.
He bundled his dirty laundry into a trash bag and tossed his toiletries on top. Then he took one last walk through of the apartment. Her bed where they had made love so often. The amethyst necklace he’d given her on the dresser beside her jewelry box. Her bathroom where she made herself so stunning. And where they had made love a couple of times. The living room. Her color coordinated Christmas tree was still up. The lights were turned on, casting a soft white glow on the room. The first season of Vikings sat beside the DVD player. He grabbed his trash bag and left the apartment.
Gale and Devi were in the living room dressed for clubbing when he yanked open the front door.
“Whoa, what happened to you?” Gale asked.
“She knows. She fucking knows.” Ryan threw the garbage bag of his belongings against the wall. His dirty laundry tumbled across the floor.
“Fuck,” Gale said. Devi retreated into the dining room.
Mick thundered down the stairs in sweats. “What happened? Did she find out? Shit. Shit!”
“How did she find out?”
“Mrs. Spencer was at the party.” Ryan couldn’t breathe. His throat clotted with grief. It wasn’t supposed to happen this soon. He should have had a few more days at least.
“Mrs. Spencer told her?” Mick demanded. “Fuck. What are we gonna do?”
The woman who had been sleeping in Ryan’s bed the other day came down the stairs but stopped on the bottom step. She was wearing jeans and a T-shirt with a gym bag over her shoulder.
“I don’t even know if I still have a job.” Ryan rubbed his forehead.
“Text Marty and ask him,” Gale said. “It’s not like you were an extra. You were a regular cast member.”
“Do you really think Marty is going to want Ryan on his show now?” Mick demanded.
“He was a regular cast member,” Gale repeated.
Ryan pulled out his phone. He texted Marty, “do I still have a job?” he stared at the phone, but no response came.
“What happened?” the new roommate asked.
“Taylor was talking to Mrs. Spencer and Mrs. Spencer pointed at me and Taylor puked all over her.” Ryan dug his fingers into his hair.
“Taylor puked on Mrs. Spencer?” Gale said. “Awesome. Bitch deserved it.”
“Jesus. I knew she’d be disgusted, but that’s something else.” Mick shook his head.
Ryan closed his eyes. Tears leaked from under his lashes. Everything up in smoke. All day, until Taylor got sick, had been magic. They had sun and sand and waves, and she was so happy. If he had died two hours ago it would have been perfect. His phone rang. Marty.
“Aren’t you going to answer it?” Devi asked. She hadn’t come back into the living room, but the new girl had moved to stand beside him.
“I don’t want to talk to him.” Marty loved Taylor. She was like a daughter to him. Marty had to be beyond pissed.
“Then I’ll answer it.” The new girl held out her hand.
Ryan pressed the phone to his chest. “No. I don’t want anybody to talk to him.” His phone stopped ringing. “They know where I live. They’ll come looking for me.” His phone started ringing again.
“Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s not that bad,” the new girl said.
“Fuck you. What do you know about it?” His phone stopped ringing.
“We are all fucked,” Mick said. “Without Space Odyssey, we can afford this place for another month if we don’t eat. I’ve got the one modeling gig coming. Tanya Bauer will pay, don’t you think? Gale, you have a couple of cleaning jobs and I’ve got my PR clients.”
“Don’t kid yourself,” Gale said. “Do you think anybody is going to want us in their house now? And your PR clients are gone when you can’t keep our own past under wraps.”
“I can earn two, three hundred bucks a night. I’ll just take more nights.” The new girl shrugged.
Ryan’s phone buzzed with a text. Everyone stared at it.
“What does it say?” Devi asked.
Ryan read the screen twice. “Yes, you have a job.” The phone buzzed with a second text. “Where are you?”
“Okay, you have a job. That’s good.” Mick raked his fingers through his hair.
“I have a job where I have to pretend to fall in love with Taylor over the next four months. I have to see her every day and know how disgusted she is by me.” His throat felt like it was tied in knots.

Christa Maurice spends a lot of time lost in imagination. When not writing, she loves to travel and has spent several years living overseas. She spent four years living in Abu Dhabi where the temperature was always hot, the sunrise and sunset were pretty stable year ‘round and she could go weeks without speaking to a man who wasn’t selling her groceries. You know that happens to a woman living in what amounts to a harem situation? She spends a lot of time talking about shoes and thinking about men. Which brings us right back to being lost in imagination…





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Chemistry and tension. Selkie’s Lure Excerpt.

One of the things I’ve always loved about writing is creating scenes of sexual chemistry and romantic tension. Very often, in my books anyway, the characters will have good reasons why they shouldn’t fall in love with the person standing opposite them. However, love interferes. They begin to notice little things about each other. They are drawn to one another. Sometimes it’s a case of good, old-fashioned lust. Whatever it is, it acts as a magnet.


In Selkie’s Lure, heroine Amy is on a mission. She knows the mysterious Edan Kirk can help her find the creature who murdered her sister. However, Edan isn’t a willing player. Amy pesters him. She gets in his face and it gives her opportunity to appraise the strange man. He has his own secrets and she’s fascinated by him.

I hope you enjoy this excerpt from Selkie’s Lure.


“Ignoring me now?” she muttered. “Not a good move, selkie man.”

He took the cake when it came to arrogance. Having been raised near a military base, she understood confident men. Several of her buddies were soldiers, and their natural swagger might be perceived as arrogance by some. She probably bore the trait herself, but something about the way Edan turned his head made her want to laugh out loud.

He began a conversation with Niall and she indulged herself by taking another good, long look, hoping to find some imperfection. He was tall, easily over six feet, with the build of a man who cut down trees for a living, rather than serving ale. That build had been poured into a pair of faded jeans and a white T-shirt. His mouth, full and wide, held her in thrall. It looked like the sort of mouth that smiled a lot, even though he seemed reticent to smile at her. Despite his red hair, his skin tone was even. Not a single freckle adorned his face. His long hair had been swept up in a loose ponytail that tumbled down his back, as if he’d barely given it a thought.

She had never been fussy on long-haired men, but she could gladly drown in all that hair. The man looked as if he came from another time, back when people trimmed their own locks with the aid of a sharp knife.

He was a Scottish wet dream come true. If someone stuck a kilt on him, there would be mass hysteria.

When the pounding of her heart began to echo in her ears, she realized she might be staring a little too long. As heat scorched her limbs, she dragged her gaze away from him. This was not the time to fantasize about an unattainable man. She was on a mission to avenge her sister and show the world, or at least their viewers, supernatural creatures existed. She needed to bring her A game, and so did the rest of her team.

If that meant schmoozing folklore expert Edan Kirk, so be it. He had to know something about sirens.

Of course, she acknowledged sirens were not exactly the focus of most Orcadian legends. In fact, they didn’t figure in them at all. The people of Orkney were more apt to tell you stories about finmen and water horses and selkies.

Damn selkies. If she was smart, she’d give up this quest and do a show on her selkie friend. Her guidebook said a lonely woman need only cry seven tears into the sea to call a selkie lover from its depths. The shape-shifting creature would take human form and love her until she couldn’t walk.

Brother. Why was it the folklore here seemed drenched in sex? It seemed Orcadians of old preferred to attribute mysterious disappearances to the friendly neighborhood monster rather than face up to death and indiscretion. Did your wife run off with another man? No, she must have found a selkie’s pelt and absconded to become his bride. Did your daughter drown? Of course not. She loitered a little too long by the shore and was carried off by a water horse.

Did that mean Edan catered to love-struck women as well, sexing them up until they forgot their own names? She hadn’t really considered that part of the legend up until now.

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Predator’s Salvation Cover Reveal!

Today I get to reveal a very special cover. Of course, all my books are special to me, but Predator’s Salvation, Gemini Island Shifters 8, means a great deal because it is the final book in my shape shifter series. I am thrilled to reveal Connor and Elaine. Don’t you think artist Dar Albert did an amazing job?  You can see more of her work at:

Thank you, Dar, and everyone at Liquid Silver Publishing.


I love this cover! Not only does it capture the flavor of these romances and their unique setting in Northern Ontario, it captures the essence of the main characters of this romance. Connor, the protective friend-turned-lover, shelters Elaine, the grieving widow. She clings to him, as she longs to do, hiding the pain that has devastated her. And yet we glimpse the animal inside her too, the predator who won’t be denied.

This love story was difficult to write but I’m so glad I explored Connor and Elaine’s story and I hope my readers find it a satisfying conclusion to this series.

Predator’s Salvation releases March 20 at Liquid Silver Publishing.

Please note- if you have not read the previous books, you won’t want to jump ahead, as spoilers will be revealed as you go forward in the series. Do enjoy them in order.

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Just Can’t Resist. Susan Behon.

Just Can’t Resist

A Madison Falls Novel

Contemporary Romance

Susan Behon

Release Date: February 14, 2017



Welcome to Madison Falls, where love is in the air and gossip is ripe on the vine.

Jessica Baker has found the man of her dreams, literally. Sheriff Seth Hughes, tall, dark, and delectable, visits her fantasies by night and her doughnut shop by day. Too bad the mornings are her daily dose of reality. She’s tried everything in her sweet arsenal to tempt him, and so far, he’s only wrapped his lips around her pastries.
Big city cop turned small town sheriff, Seth has had his eye on more than coffee and doughnuts. His sweet tooth is for a curvy strawberry-blonde who makes him believe second chances are possible. Every moment with her turns into a temptation he just can’t resist. He’s ready to let go of his past until one secret skeleton refuses to stay buried.
More trouble is brewing when Jessica’s shop is vandalized, her life is threatened, and her own secrets for moving to Madison Falls come to light. Nothing is as it seems and the forces plotting against them run deeper than they thought possible.

Romance that’s the perfect mix of sweet and spicy. Ready for a little small town fooling around?


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“Like I said, you have the right to remain silent.” Seth slid his arm around her hips and pulled her even closer. “You have the right to scream in ecstasy.” He lowered his sculpted mouth until she could almost taste him.


He braced himself on either side of her outstretched arms and whispered, “You have the right to remain silent.” There went the unmistakable click of a handcuff. Jessica bucked against him when she realized Seth was arresting her.

Her fog of pleasure cleared in a heartbeat. “What? Wait a minute! I didn’t do anything!”

Her protests went unheeded. He secured Jessica’s other wrist and once she was cuffed, pulled her up, and turned her to face him.

His wicked grin spoke of sensual plans that had nothing to do with speeding tickets. “No, you haven’t, querida. But you will.”

They were the only two people out on a deserted back road in the middle of the night. The only car that would have passed by was sitting idle right behind hers. She was at his mercy and they both knew it.

Jessica leaned back until she could see her own reflection in his sunglasses. Her eyes were wide and her lips trembled. It wasn’t fear she saw there. No, what she saw was an aroused woman steeped in anticipation. Seth wasn’t going to hurt her. Everything about this said he was about to make her feel nothing but pleasure. He urged her snug against the muscular planes of his body and she closed her eyes in bliss upon contact. Everywhere she was soft and welcoming, he was hard and demanding.

“Like I said, you have the right to remain silent.” Seth slid his arm around her hips and pulled her even closer. “You have the right to scream in ecstasy.” He lowered his sculpted mouth until she could almost taste him.


She groaned and shoved to her feet. “Here’s why I need to skip dessert and you don’t have to give it a second thought. You are in perfect shape.” She held her arms out at her sides and let them drop. “Some of us aren’t in perfect shape, Seth.”

“No. Jess, I have to be fit because it’s part of my job. I like to exercise, always have, which is good because I enjoy the hell out of food. I also enjoy being with people who enjoy food. As for the perfect shape.” He gave her a once-over and admired her wealth of curves. “I’m looking at it.”

She lowered to her seat again and murmured, “Sure, if you have a fascination for round.”

“I do. I find it sexy as hell. Round, curvy, lush. Whatever you want to call it, and as long as it’s associated with you, that’s where my fascination lies.”

She gave him a sidelong glance. “You’re kidding me, right?”

“About finding you fascinating? No. I’ve never been more serious about anything.”