Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Alexandr's Reluctant Submissive by Ann Mayburn

The much anticipated, and super sexy & steamy, finale to Alexandr and Jessica’s story: ALEXANDR’S RELUCTANT SUBMISSIVE by Ann Mayburn

The wait is over! Get the super sexy, and climatic (pun intended) ending to Alex and Jessica’s story. We hear it’s too hot for words! Fans of erotic romance and BDSM or who are looking for #whattoreadafterFiftyShades, are going to love Alexandr’s Reluctant Submissive.
Readers will want to make sure they’ve read Alexandr’s Cherished Submissive as this is a two-part story and Alexandr’s Reluctant Submissive is part-two.

Note- this is part TWO of Alex and Jessica's story. Part ONE, Alexandr's Cherished Submissive, should be read first for the most enjoyment.

After believing for five years that his wife and daughter were dead, Alexandr Novikov’s world changes forever when he learns not only are they alive, but that the vile person who tore his family away from him was none other than his father, Jorg. Determined to make up for the lost time, Alex has to set about winning not only the heart and trust of his wife and daughter, but also healing the emotional damage done to Jessica by their forced separation. Something easier said than done when jealousy rears its ugly head and Jessica has to deal with all the women Alex was intimate with after her supposed death.

Jessica has been praying for the chance to reunite with Alex, hopeful that they can be the family they were meant to be, while reclaiming and rebuilding their relationship. That is, if she can get her husband to see her as something other than the naive twenty-year-old girl he married who was content to let him run the show. She’s grown up during their difficult time apart, and she’s no longer happy with just being a piece of arm candy for her powerful husband. If he’s going to bring her back into the deadly world of the Russian mafia Alex needs to realize that she’s strong enough to be his partner in name and in truth.
But Jorg isn’t done meddling with their lives yet and his actions will have deadly consequences for generations to come.

Warning- This book contains a rather kinky Bravta lord who likes to give his woman all the pleasure she can handle with the help of his friends and includes anal, F/F play, spanking, domestic discipline, and a M/F/F/M/F/M/F/M/F scene that'll make you squirm.

With over forty published books, Ann is Queen of the Castle to her husband and three sons in the mountains of West Virginia. In her past lives she's been an Import Broker, a Communications Specialist, a US Navy Civilian Contractor, a Bartender/Waitress, and an actor at the Michigan Renaissance Festival. She also spent a summer touring with the Grateful Dead-though she will deny to her children that it ever happened.

   From a young Ann has had a love affair with books would read everything she could get her hands on. As Ann grew older, and her hormones kicked in, she discovered bodice ripping Fabio-esque romance novels. They were great at first, but she soon grew tired of the endless stories with a big wonderful emotional buildup to really short and crappy sex. Never a big fan of purple prose, throbbing spears of fleshy pleasure and wet honey pots make her giggle, she sought out books that gave the sex scenes in the story just as much detail and plot as everything else-without using cringe worthy euphemisms. This led her to the wonderful world of Erotic Romance, and she's never looked back.

   Now Ann spends her days trying to tune out cartoons playing in the background to get into her 'sexy space' and has accepted that her Muse has a severe case of ADD.

  Ann loves to talk with her fans, as long as they realize she's weird, and that sarcasm doesn't translate well via text. 

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Rope Burn by Em Petrova

Title: Rope Burn
Series: The Boot Knockers Ranch #5
Author: Em Petrova
Publisher: Samhain Publishing
Genre: Contemporary Western Romance
 Release Date: September 29, 2015


She wants to turn up the heat. He’s got the skills to whip her into a frenzy.

TV food show host Tabbart Tracy works hard to give viewers her best recipes. But while her fans are legion, her personal life is colder than a meat locker. Most men just want her to serve up some pie—in the nude. 

One glance at her assistant’s sexy brother, though, and her body skips straight from low simmer to rolling boil. Especially when she tracks him down at a stud ranch. Where he’s the stud. 

When a certain little TV foodie personally requests Stowe’s company for a week, he’s flattered as hell. She needs to give up some control, and as a sex therapist otherwise known as the “Dom from Down Under”, Stowe has the leather, rope, and paddles to do it. 

Just as Tabbart melts into a puddle under Stowe’s hands, her worst fear chills her back to reality: someone recognizes her. Worse, her Master frowns on opening her checkbook to make it all go away. But trusting him means hanging onto their connection with both hands—while he takes her for the ride of her life.

Warning: This book contains a TV chef looking for some R&R (as in rough and raunchy) and a whip-wielding Aussie cowboy Dom intent on showing her she can take the heat. As hot as—and anywhere—she wants it.

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Then she saw it—a glimpse of black. A pickup truck with the door hanging open. She barely had time to conjure the words of the greeting she’d prepared when her door opened and a big male arm reached inside. Sprinkled with dark hair, a thick leather watch strapped around the wrist.

Her mind was wiped clean as she looked into a set of very dark eyes staring at her from under the black hat she’d come to know so well. The upward curl of his lip made her heart turn over painfully, then gallop out of control. She sat there like an idiot.

He gripped her hands and pulled her to her feet. She locked her knees to keep from falling over, then Stowe’s trim backside moved away from her. He opened the trunk of the car and hauled her luggage out.

When he spun and fixed her in his gaze again, she released the breath she’d been holding. Her pulse pounded in her ears. God, she was acting like a young girl with her first crush. She was a grown woman. She was…

At a sex ranch with the man of her fantasies.

Her pussy clenched.

“This all you got?” he drawled in that hot accent.

“Y-yes.” Stutter activated.

He grasped her forearm as he passed. The warmth and roughness of his hand on her bare arm scalded. Sweat broke out on her forehead. He opened the passenger door of the truck for her and guided her inside, then dumped her suitcase in the bed.

Her hand twitched to shove her glasses up and get a real look at him, but she couldn’t blow her cover. She watched as he swaggered back to the silver car, pulled his wallet from the back pocket of worn jeans—molded to his fine ass—and took out some bills. He handed them to the driver through the window. Then he tapped the car roof twice and the driver moved off in a new cloud of dust.

I’m alone with him. 

In the middle of nowhere. He could do anything to her. Strip her, fuck her. God, she wanted both.

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Em Petrova lives in Backwoods, Pennsylvania, where she raises four kids and a Labradoodle named Daisy Hasselhoff. Her dream is to buy an old pickup and travel small-town USA meeting people and hearing their stories. Her heroes are hardworking—in bed and out—and she is known for panty-scorching erotic romance.

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Awakened In Shadows by Tigris Eden

Title: Awakened In Shadows
Series: Shadow Unit #4
Author: Tigris Eden
Publisher: Kats Kreative Ideas
Genre: Paranormal/Erotic Romance
 Release Date: September 29, 2015


Can someone constantly on the receiving end of betrayal learn to trust again? 

Dietrich Omari Johnson trusts no one. 

Sold into slavery by his own people, he learns early what the sharp edge of betrayal feels like. Working for the Shadow Unit is out of forced necessity. 

Never one to do something for nothing, he plays both sides of the fence. Every move, every decision, is calculated for his own personal gain. 

Jorunn McLellan, given into the care of the Unit’s meanest team member, tries to make the best of a frightening situation. 

The dominating Walker hides behind his shades, and harsh comments, yet still manages to heat up her body. 

Can she put to rest the emotions Dietrich awakens and move on with her life before he steals her soul and shatters her heart? Or is the glimpse he allows her to see enough to fight for what she knows is his only chance for happiness?

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“I’d like to be a part of this mission,” D said the words before he could stop them. Shaking his head to clear his brain, he stood back. Did he really just volunteer? He’d gotten what he needed. Now all he had to do was stick close to the club owner.

“You’re always a part of the missions. You’re transport,” Xee reminded as if he’d gone and lost his mind.

Shaking his head, he walked up to Xee, making sure she understood his intentions. He didn’t like the way Draven was eyeing him.

“I want to be on the ground for this one.”

The female’s eyes got big. Even Draven and Gabe’s eyebrows shot skyward.


Xee tried placing her hand on his forehead, but he easily dodged her.

“You feeling okay?”

He was fine. It wasn’t like anyone truly cared either way. He stuck to his shit, they stuck to theirs.

“I’m good. I just want…” What the hell did he want? Oh, right, to get closer to Phineas, fuck Jorunn out of his system, and in the end, be one step closer to getting his sister back. Wait, what? Fuck Jorunn? No. Hell, no! That was not part of the plan. Dick says otherwise. His dick was fucking stupid. “I just want to ensure we get the Sahidic and tell Eremiel he can go fuck himself.” Yeah, you sound so convincing. He never bragged he was up for the next Academy Award. It was convincing enough, though.

“Well, fuck me and call me Sally. Dietrich is trying to be a model citizen.” Xee laughed.

“Is that an invite, girl?” he growled.

Xee knew him better than that. She was tied to Gabe, he knew, but he wanted to remind everyone listening that he was still a dick.

“Dude, seriously, sooo not my type,” Xee quipped back.

“You ain’t got a type, girl.”

Xee cracked a grin. “How do you figure that?”

Dietrich turned his attention to Gabe, who was standing with his arms crossed, trying his best to look badass. Draven quietly left, taking Faith with him. The wolf was probably going in search of his mate.

“You’re literally fucking Death,” he deadpanned.

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Tigris is a military brat who's done her fair share of travelling, thanks to her Army father. She's married to the infamous LL and has three boys. She currently resides in Houston and is actively seeking a book-buddy for the end of the world.

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The Queen B* Strikes Back by Crista McHugh

The Queen B* Strikes Back by Crista McHugh

Date of Publication: September 29, 2015

Alexis Wyndham isn't quite sure what to think about her "friendship" with star quarterback, Brett Pederson. Sure, he has more brains than the entire football team combined. Not to mention that fact he's a great kisser. When he asks her to help him with his college admission essay, she isn't sure if he's doing it to spend more time with her or if he's just using her for her intelligence. But after her nemesis, Summer Hoyt, makes it clear she's not finished chasing after Brett, the war is on, and the head cheerleader will find out that hell hath no fury like a Queen B*.

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Crista McHugh is an award-winning author of fantasy and romance who writes heroines who are smart, sexy and anything but ordinary. She currently lives in the Audi-filled suburbs of Seattle with her husband and two children, maintaining her alter ego of mild-mannered physician by day while she continues to pursue writing on nights and weekends.
She is an active member of the Romance Writers of America (including the Greater Seattle Chapter and the Seattle Eastside Chapters), and Romance Divas.
Just for laughs, here are some of the jobs she's had in the past to pay the bills: barista, bartender, sommelier, stagehand, actress, morgue attendant, and autopsy assistant.
And she's also a recovering LARPer. (She blames it on her crazy college days)

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Chapter One

There's a special place in hell reserved for those who wake me up before noon on a Saturday. 
And Brett Pederson was on that list. 
I'd forgotten that he was on my preferred contact list, so his call came through the Do Not Disturb feature on my phone. Two weeks of a school project with him and now he was ruining my first day without Junior, the mechanical mutant baby that had been the bane of my existence. 
The phone wouldn't stop ringing, so I was forced to pick it up. "Give me one reason not to make you the topic of my next blog post." 
"Aw, Lexi, you wouldn't do that." 
"Don't call me that, and yes, I would." 
After all, I was Alexis Wyndham, the Queen Bitch of Eastline High School. My blog, The Eastline Spy, was notorious for taking members of the in-crowd down a peg, and as the hottest guy in school, Brett would be an easy target. 
Too bad he'd somehow earned a soft spot in my heart. It was not something my cruel, hard image as the Queen B* would allow, and even though I'd convinced him we were better off as friends, I'd started second-guessing my decision the moment he walked away. 
"I was calling to make sure you were ready to go to the senior class carwash. I'll swing by your house in ten minutes to pick you up." 
Before I could protest, he hung up. 
I glanced at my alarm clock. 
8:32 a.m. 
A) Where does Brett get off thinking that I want to have anything to do with the idiots I refer to as "classmates"? 
B) Why in hell would he think I'd want to go to this event, let alone with him? 
But the butterflies in my stomach overruled my brain. As much as I loathed the idea of getting wet all in the name of raising money for a stupid class gift, the idea of Brett picking me up was enough to make me crawl out of bed. 
Besides, if I arrived with him, it would piss off my nemesis, Summer Hoyt, to no end. She wanted him, but he wasn't interested. In fact, he seemed more interested in me. At least, if I believed yesterday's conversation behind the scoreboard. 
Brett wanted to be more than friends, but I wasn't ready to go there. 
At least, not yet. 
I'd spent three years building a rep as the hardest bitch in school, and if the star quarterback started dating the Queen B*, then both of our positions in the high school social hierarchy would suffer. 
But if we weren't at Eastline… 
My thoughts wandered to a few days ago, when we'd hidden in a janitor's closet to keep Principal Lee from catching us in the girls' locker room together. Brett had taken the opportunity to kiss me, and before I knew what was happening, I'd lost my shirt. At least now I understood how my best friend, Morgan, could lose her head over so many guys and end up naked in bed with them. Teenage hormones were powerful things, especially when you factor in a great kisser like Brett. 
I rummaged through my drawers until I found the perfect T-shirt. The mid-September day promised to be warm and sunny, but the hickey on my shoulder prevented me from wearing a tank top, so I paired it with a pair of shorts and threw my frizzy hair up in a ponytail. 
The doorbell was ringing as I ran down the stairs. I opened the door and pulled Brett in before someone could see him. "You must have some kind of death wish." 
"Just want to make sure you show that Eastline pride," he said with a charming grin. "After all, I am SGA president." 
Brett was so perfect, I had to force myself to stay angry at him. He was more than a hot bod, although I'd seen enough of the muscles under the shirt to want to run my hands over them. He was more than a handsome face, although there were times I could lose myself while staring into his warm brown eyes. He was more than the star of the football team, although I admit I was beginning to have new appreciation for the sport since watching him play. 
He was an annoyingly all-around good guy with a sharp mind and a personality that seemed to put everyone at ease, including me. He was the only person who could get past my prickly outer shell and make me swoon. 
Of course, I'd never let him know that. 
He handed me a rolled up T-shirt. "I brought you one of my Eastline shirts." 
"Why?" I unfurled it and made a show of wrinkling my nose as though I were disgusted. It was a standard Eastline football shirt with a number on the back—one I'd seen dozens of players on the team wear around town. But then I caught a whiff of his scent, and my pulse cranked up a notch. Dear God, the shirt smelled like him. I resisted the urge to cuddle with it, especially since the source of the scent was standing right in front of me. 
"So when you're sitting in the stands next to Richard, you'll at least show some school spirit." He winked before he closed the gap between us. "I thought you weren't going to come to the game last night. 
"Richard needed a ride," I lied. In truth, I'd been the one to offer him a ride. I'd become a Brett addict over the last two weeks, and I couldn't decline a chance to watch him play. Thankfully, Richard—my other best friend next to Morgan—was a huge football fan. 
"I could've sworn I saw you cheer when I threw that touchdown pass." 
"I think you may have suffered a concussion when that lineman buried you into the turf." 
He chuckled, but continued to inch closer until his lips were a mere breath from mine. "Brushing up on your football slang?" 
"Only because I have to listen to Richard." My mouth was dry. My voice was shaking, and I wasn't even sure I could form a coherent sentence, but I refused to give in to him. If he knew how attracted to him I really was, he might use my dark secret against me. 
After all, that was what my former best friend, Summer, did to me in junior high.
A hint of a challenge danced in his eyes, making the golden flecks in them appear brighter than before. 
My head swam, and my knees wobbled. Even though my mind was screaming Danger! I couldn't look away. If he kissed me again, would I fold?



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The Clairvoyant's Glasses by Helen Goltz

The Clairvoyant’s Glasses by Helen Goltz
Published by: Atlas Productions
Publication date: September 28th 2015
Genres: New Adult, Paranormal, Romance

When Sophie Carell was  eight-years-old, her eccentric, clairvoyant great aunt, Daphne,  predicted Sophie would be one of the greatest clairvoyants of her time.  Sophie wanted to be a movie star. Her mother said not to worry about  it—Aunt Daphne was daffy. 

When Sophie is called to the reading of Daphne’s Will, she is given a  pair of glasses that will change her life. But that’s not all she  acquires. Along with the glasses, Sophie ‘inherits’ a protector—the  handsome and powerful Lukas Lens; plus brooding Detective Murdoch  Ashcroft who is keen for Sophie to fill her aunt’s shoes and put her  talents to work for him. 

Sophie has to decide if she will focus on her acting career or  explore her new-found clairvoyant skills. But danger lurks around the  corner… 

Sophie entered her aunt’s former office; she looked small surrounded by the huge wall-to-floor
windows. Even the desk felt big as she lowered herself behind it, adjusting the chair and setting up her diary and laptop. She looked up and jumped with fright. A man filled the doorway—tall,
well-built with dark hair, he appeared from nowhere.

“Sorry,” he said, stepping out of the light.

“You scared me; couldn’t you cough or something?” She covered her heart with her hand.

“Who are you?”

The suited man stepped forward and offered his hand. “Sorry to upset you on your first day on
the job. I’m Detective Murdoch Ashcroft.”

Sophie stood and shook his hand. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be cranky, but it’s all a little…
scary at the moment,” She self-consciously straightened her pale lemon dress and then her hair.

He was handsome, way too handsome for his own good, she thought.

He looked around. “Scary, huh? I’ve always loved this room.”

“So, you’re a detective, Detective Ashcroft? Hmm, then you of all people should know not to
sneak up on unsuspecting persons.” Sophie moved away from the desk and to the window where
two couches were placed. She indicated a deep leather chair opposite and he stepped forward and
lowered his tall frame into it. She sat opposite.

“So, I expect your aunt mentioned me?” he said.

“Nope,” she answered which wasn’t quite true as she knew her aunt worked with the police,
but she thought the detective’s ego seemed big enough to fill the room already.

“Oh.” He looked crestfallen. “But you inherited her skills and her… uh office.” He looked
around again and returned his gaze to her. “I like what you’ve done with the place as they say.”

Sophie smirked. “I haven’t done anything yet, but throw out all of Daphne’s junk.”

“Yes, it’s called the minimalist look—clean, I like it.” Murdoch nodded.

“Me too, I can’t bear clutter,” Sophie agreed. “I got a huge bin delivered, threw everything
into it and had them take it away.”

“You didn’t throw away Miss Sharpe by accident?”

Sophie laughed. “Goodness no. Besides she would have known in advance... she is worse than

Detective Murdoch Ashcroft laughed a hearty laugh. Definite potential, Sophie thought. She
studied him; he had the darkest eyes she had ever seen and was ruggedly handsome, and no
wedding ring. She imagined he could handle himself.

Naming a Character and Other Tough Decisions by Helen Goltz

Okay, it’s not like you are naming your first-born, but it might as well be. That name you choose
for your characters must reflect the character through thick and thin; they have to live up to it or
down to it; it might have to be sexy or tough or mysterious.

When choosing a name for my masculine stars in The Clairvoyant’s Glasses, I chose the
name Lukas for my male witch because it was sexy, interesting and old-world. It didn’t lend
itself to nicknames. For the street-smart police officer I picked the name Murdoch. I worked with
a Murdoch once and the name says ‘reliable, strong, solid’ to me. Everything my Murdoch is. I
looked up popular Irish names to select Daniel for my cute and trouble-making Irish journalist.
For the girls in The Clairvoyant’s Glasses, I took into account the era and the genre. I found
some great ‘witch’ sites with witch names and their meanings.

I selected Orli as the name for my ethereal, white-hair spiritual female. Orli means ‘my light’.
Sophie and Lucy were popular names in the year that those characters were born—I estimated
their age and looked online for the ten most popular female names that year.

So, where do you source your names from? Here’s some of my sources:

1) Popular names lists for the year in question
Depending on the genre and when your book is set, there are plenty of lists online that can help.
For example when I was writing the 1940s historical romance Autumn Manor, I Googled most
popular boy and girls names in the 1920s, because my characters were now about 20 years old.

2) The cemetery
Yes, I get that it sounds a bit morbid, but I’ve found lots of great names from cemetery
headstones. Lovely names like Matilda but most importantly, plenty of surnames, because they
can be harder to ‘create’ than first names.

3) The newspaper or online
Who hasn’t done it? Been searching quickly for a surname that you are probably only going to
use once (e.g. like a witness giving a report in your story) and glanced at the local paper or
stories online and grabbed a name.

4) Work
Have you ever glanced down that work phone list, or been searching for a quick name and
‘borrowed’ a first or last name from the office? Mm, me either :)

5) Friends and family
Both handy sources for first and last names … just make sure you mix them up and you don’t insult anyone.

So share your inspiration. Where do you get your characters’ names from?

After studying English Literature and Communications at universities in Queensland, Australia, Helen Goltz has worked as a journalist and marketer in print, TV, radio and public relations. Helen is the author of seven books and is published by Clan Destine Press and Atlas Productions. 

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The Legend Of Lyon Redmond by Julie Anne Long

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Pennyroyal Green #11
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Bound by centuries of bad blood, England’s two most powerful families maintain a veneer of civility...until the heir to the staggering Redmond fortune disappears, reviving rumors of an ancient curse: a Redmond and an Eversea are destined to fall disastrously in love once per generation.

An enduring legend

Rumor has it she broke Lyon Redmond’s heart. But while many a man has since wooed the dazzling Olivia Eversea, none has ever won her—which is why jaws drop when she suddenly accepts a viscount’s proposal. Now London waits with bated breath for the wedding of a decade…and wagers on the return of an heir.

An eternal love

It was instant and irresistible, forbidden...and unforgettable. And Lyon—now a driven, dangerous, infinitely devastating man—decides it’s time for a reckoning. As the day of her wedding races toward them, Lyon and Olivia will decide whether their love is a curse destined to tear their families part...or the stuff of which legends are made.


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He’d last seen Pennyroyal Green in the dead of night almost five years ago. His trajectory since then had been as swift and mindless as if he’d been shot from a cannon. And it wasn’t just because of what Olivia had said to him in the garden after midnight, in the pouring rain. Though after she’d said what she’d said, for a time he’d stopped caring what became of him.

No, that fuse had been lit for longer than anyone knew.

No one from Sussex had seen him since.

Though one had certainly tried. He half smiled at the thought of Violet.

And it was this that had broken the speed of his trajectory.

And he’d had his own methods for remaining, however tangentially, informed about the lives of those he’d left behind. He’d proved something over the past five years. He’d at first thought it was all for Olivia. But he was no longer certain. He’d tried to purge his life of her, relinquishing even her miniature.

Clearly it hadn’t worked.

But what no one knew, not even his crew, was that this was his final voyage. He’d risked this trip into London to track down the source of a little mystery that could devastate Olivia and her family.
He now had his answer.

He was, strangely, not surprised by it.

But he hadn’t been prepared to make a decision about what to do next so soon.

Oh, Liv, he thought.

Suddenly it hurt to breathe. Fragments of memories rushed at him, each distinct as stained glass.

Olivia walking along the road to the Duffys’ house, then breaking into a run when she saw him waiting beneath the elm tree, her face lighting like a star. As if even a second away from him was wasted.

That was the memory that always came to him in his darkest moments.

And now she was giving herself to another man.

His fingers curled on a surge of emotion. But he stopped just short of giving the message the crushing it deserved.

She. If Lavay had indeed written that word, he might have seen her, or even talked to her, or … 

He couldn’t do it.

He couldn’t bloody do it.

And this is what decided him.

He tucked the message into his coat. “You can go, Ramsey,” he said. “Thank you.”

The footman spun and nearly bolted, silver braid glinting in the sun.

Lyon turned to face all the expectant faces of his crew.

“And we,” he told them, “are staying in England.”

It was time for a reckoning.

Julie Anne Long originally set out to be a rock star when she grew up, and she has the guitars and the questionable wardrobe stuffed in the back of her closet t prove it. When playing to indifferent crowds at midnight in dank clubs lost its, ahem, charm, she realized she could incorporate all of the best things about being in a band—namely, drama, passion and men with unruly hair—into novels, while at the same time indulging her love of history and research. So she made the move from guitar to keyboard (the computer variety) and embarked on a considerably more civilized, if not much more peaceful, career as a novelist.
Julie lives in the San Francisco Bay Area with a fat orange cat. (Little known fact: they issue you a cat the minute you become a romance novelist.)