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Wednesday, October 24, 2018

Paranormal Romances for a Spooky/Sexy Good Time!

 
Vampires, werewolves and witches, oh my! Two Paranormal novels in one!

Vampires Boxed Set
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Min’s Vampire
One night turned into forever…

Min thought her biggest problem was the soulless vampire she’d captured with magic and made into her personal sex slave for the night.

That was until her comatose mother’s most deadly secret threatened to destroy them all. So much of what she remembers is a lie and one she trusts completely and loves deeply is the reason why.

Can she save the ones she loves—and herself—when the Queen of Air and Darkness comes calling.

 


Better off Dead
What if your fiancé turns out to be a werewolf, and worse, his creature-of-the-night girlfriend is trying to kill you?

Lucy Hart, eighteen-year-old queen bee and captain of the cheer squad, faces just that. She loses everything—money, social status, and even her home—when her father is arrested for tax evasion and immigrant slave trafficking. Reduced to flipping burgers, she plots to get her old life back by blackmailing her father’s slimeball lawyer and scheming her way into a gig pretending to be a rich young man’s “fiancée.”

The pay: enough money to let her write her own future. The bad news: the guy is a condescending pain in the butt.

In no time at all Lucy finds herself fighting for her life as her faux fiancé’s vampire girlfriend tries to slaughter her, and on top of that, getting royally grossed out by her own spanking new paranormal ability: necromancy. Yet somehow, while she gets back her life and kicks vampire butt, she also manages to fall in love/lust with her fake fiancé.

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Not Dead Yet
Someone is trying to kill Lucy Hart: assassins of every ilk and species have converged on Southern California, all trying one after the other—sometimes together—to snuff her out.

All of this is happening as Lucy tries to plan her impending nuptials and choose what sorority to rush in the fall.

On top of that there’s the gorgeous vampire, Vin—who now has a special blood bond with Lucy—who is trying to steal her away from her werewolf love, Gabriel.

In the end Lucy has to choose who she loves most, and save her own life—once again.
 


Ferro Mountain Shifters Volume 1
Follow the Ironcloud Saga. The Ironcloud family struggles to get by and to keep those they love safe from the preternatural baddies that come to destroy them. Shifters: werebears, werepumas, werewolves... with a Native American flare. Five shifter romances in one big book.

 
And here's some Contemporary Romances too!
 
Want Him
Groom dumps you at the altar? Fall in love with your hunky best friend.

When Susan is dumped at the altar-via cocktail napkin-it is up to her best friend Kevin to help her recover. After a brief post-wedding-that-wasn't coma, Susan finds herself in paradise, on her honeymoon, but with Kevin, not her groom. After some crying, paragliding, frozen margaritas and bad advice from her other best friend Liz, Susan decides to seduce Kevin and get rid of her pain with a rebound fling.

Kevin has secretly loved Susan for years and finally giving into her cuts him deeper than he could have expected.

He leaves her and severs all contact with her until six months later, when they are both vying for the same account-designing Chicago's new opera house. Competition takes on a whole new meaning for Susan when Kevin shows up on the arm of her arch nemesis, the cougar Francesca Costa. She now must not only vie for the opera house...but for her best friend's heart as well.
 
 


Hate Him XOXO

One woman’s struggle to save her career, ditch the gorgeous bastard who broke her heart and rejected her virginity in college… and get her orgasm back.

My name is Liz Hamilton. My career and sex life are circling the drain. My art gallery is about to become a laughing stock, and I can’t get past the heavy petting stage with a man without turning into a cold fish.

The problem? I watched my best friend give birth three months ago and lost my sex drive… oh, and I have paintings of zombie turkeys on the walls of my gallery.

Then Jackson Burk, the man who rejected my virginity back in college, appears to screw things up for me even more.

The solution?

Hell if I know...

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Holding onto Hope

What’s a love challenged woman to do when life/fate presents her with not just one, but two fantastic hot studs? Screw it all up? Check! Watch Hope Jones, with a little help from her friends, pull on her big-girl panties and sort the whole wild, crazy mess out.
Hope Jones has two problems: one is new, the other is depressingly old.

The new problem: the bestselling author the publisher she shoots romance novel covers for hates her newest batch of covers. She has until the end of the week to come up with a breathtaking shot or she’ll be replaced. And there’s a sudden model shortage; they’re out of season.

The old, depressing problem: she hasn’t had a date, sex or a relationship in over two years.

She also has one hell of a headache.

Hope finds the cures for her two problems during a search through Wal-Mart for a painkiller to kill her headache.

Turns out the aisles of the retail giant are rampant with hot young model worthy specimens. And when her trusty Ford Taurus breaks down in the parking lot, a hunky mechanic in the Tire and Lube Express department fixes more than just her car.

Seemingly her troubles are good as gone…but then her new, fabulous cover is rejected, and in a desperate moment she has to choose between keeping her job and keeping the man she’s just starting to fall in love with.
 
 


Bette’s Turn
Raphael’s gorgeous... he’s sexy... and he’s decent to a fault.

He’s not a one night stand, a fun weekend, or even a one hot month kind of man.

He’s the real deal... a keeper.

And that’s Bette’s problem. Love has done wrong by her, many, many times. She has designed her life to avoid ever falling in love again.

She keeps things light now: fun, sex, and then she moves on two to three weeks later. Never more than a month with any man, no matter how good he is in bed, or how talented his tongue.

But the man she thought was for her best friend, now has eyes... and hands... and lips and... well... a hard everything, for her.

Can Bette let herself fall in love?

 


Saint Sex
Lucy is hopelessly in love with her boss, the sexy billionaire Dante Saint James. She’s kept it and her passionate fantasies for him to herself. That is until an unscrupulous reporter exposes more than just her truth, but Dante’s truth as well. Once everything is out in the open, though, will Lucy be able to face Dante ever again?


 


 Un-Dateable, a Novel

Dana's love life is as bad as her green thumb... which is black as death itself. But maybe with enough effort, and a makeover, she can find Mr. Right.

In Un-Dateable, physical therapist Dana Jamison comes to grips with her glaring lack of a love life.
Her mother likens it to her ability to neglect a potted plant to death in less than two weeks. Her best friend thinks she needs to throw herself into the dating world and find herself an orgasm-buddy.
Doggedly, she sets Dana up with one horrifically strange man after another with absolutely no success.

Until she matches Dana up with Dean Coulter, a hot young doctor who treats her like gold, feeds her
Chinese, and makes her body sizzle with lust. Dana and Dean move from dating, to sex-capades, to nearly being a couple.

But there’s something missing--she’s not in love with Dean. Dana’s in love with Gus, the abrasive, though handsome, plant nursery owner who helps her in her hapless efforts to keep her potted plants alive, along with her hopes for a love life.

With the good doctor suddenly proposing and Gus turning the sexual heat up on her, Dana must decide which man is the one for her, before she loses them both.
 
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Tuesday, April 3, 2018

Love is Free... Everywhere BUT Amazon!





Hi there everybody!
Help me tell Amazon that my ebook Hate Him XOXO is free… like everywhere.


Copy and paste one of the urls below, then click on the Amazon link above. Scroll to “Tell us about a lower price” click online store, type 0.00 for price, then paste in the URl. Then hit the send button.
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/hate-him-xoxo/id1356475594?mt=11
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https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/hate-him-xoxo

This is so important as I’m trying to launch my revamped Wild Women series.

Thank you so much!
Alice XOXO

 

Tuesday, March 27, 2018

Hate Him XOXO Links



Here are some places to get Hate Him XOXO for free. If you need a Kindle friendly copy, go to the smashwords link and download a mobi copy.

One woman’s struggle to save her career, ditch the gorgeous bastard who broke her heart and rejected her virginity in college… and get her orgasm back.






Book 1
My name is Liz Hamilton. My career and sex life are circling the drain. My art gallery is about to become a laughing stock, and I can’t get past the heavy petting stage with a man without turning into a cold fish.

The problem? I watched my best friend give birth three months ago and lost my sex drive… oh, and I have paintings of zombie turkeys on the walls of my gallery.

Then Jackson Burk, the man who rejected my virginity back in college, appears to screw things up for me even more.

The solution?

Hell if I know...

Book 2
I looked away in shame. I hated him, hated him with every fiber of my being.

But deep inside, no matter how cruel he had been, I still wanted him.

My life has been turned upside down by the man who walked away from me in college. Jackson Burk was back and he just wouldn’t take a hint. Whether we’d had sex (finally) or not, I was never going to let him back into my life… or into my heart.

All this on top of my career and art gallery going straight down the tubes.

But the sex had been great…

Book 3
Liz has loved and hated Jackson Burk for years, ever since he turned down her virginity back in college without explanation. But having him in the same city, showing up everywhere she goes, and finally breaking through and winning back her heart made the fact that he’s married all the more painful.

But no more. Liz is through with love and Jackson Burk. She has her sex drive back (thank you Mr. Burk) and a gallery to make not just profitable, but great. She is diving into her work.

But things aren’t what they seem, and Jackson isn’t going away…

72,000 words

Thursday, June 15, 2017

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Meet Liz Hamilton...




Meet Liz Hamilton

Excerpt…

 

I settled in behind the reception desk, sifting through the invitations that had stacked up over the week.  If I actually went to all the parties to which I was invited I would do nothing else.

I usually picked one, maybe two parties to mingle at per weekend.  If I was lucky, I could fit both parties in on one night, preferably Friday night.  That way I’d have Saturday and Sunday all to myself to depressurize.

All to myself…

I felt a shuddering sense of dread—a familiar feeling that had sadly become the norm.

I dreaded weekends. 

No, not the weekends, what they now meant.

For the last three months I’d… well, it was embarrassing as hell to say out loud. 

I hadn’t had sex for three months.

Okay, I said it…

Sort of.

Some might think three months was just a little dry spell, but not for me.  It was the equivalent of a hundred and fifty years in my years, and a decade accrued at the end of every night I spent by myself in my lonely little California king—

Watching the Cartoon Network.

I blame my best friend, Susan Jacobs—formerly Susan Rhodes—sexy, though love-life-deprived, architect extraordinaire.

She finally opened her eyes and saw her hot, though ultimately boring, male best friend for what he really was: husband material.

I don’t recommend it personally, but wedded bliss totally suited Susan… so much so that she and the hubby decided to procreate. 

So Sara Marie Jacobs was born.  

What does all that have to do with my sexual drought? 

Well, I'm her best friend in the world—and since baby Sara decided to come into the world a full two weeks early, when Kevin was out of town on business, I was pulled into the whole birthing drama.  I’m talking about driving Susan to the hospital, threatening the geeky ER clerk with rather imaginative bodily harm if he didn’t get her in to see a doctor immediately, fending off calls from Susan and Kevin’s parents, and then holding Susan’s hand while she went through the screaming, crying, sweating, nausea, grunting, and creative cursing.

I didn’t mind when I lost feeling in the hand she was gripping.  What are friends for?  I didn’t mind running out of the room and grabbing her socks for her—she was sweating like a whore in a church, but her feet were cold!

What I did find disturbing was when I re-entered Susan’s hospital room.

“She’s coming!” Susan cried out in the throes of the mother of all contractions, her hand outstretched for me to take.  I started toward her and slipped on the tiled floor.  It was a quick trip, I landed on my ass, clipping my shoulder on the floor but thankfully missing my head. 

It was the scramble to my feet that set the sexual purgatory I’m currently in into motion.

The doctor and nurses were busy, so no one noticed my slip slide to the floor.  I grabbed hold of the end of the bed to pull myself up from the floor, right beside the OBGYN stationed between my friend’s legs, and I got an eye full of what the good doctor was looking at.

Christ on a fucking crutch!  

These kinds of sights are best left NEVER seen.

Baby Sara’s head was just crowning.

It was right out of that movie Aliens.

Susan screamed at me again and I tore my gaze from the gynecological front line and staggered to her side again, welcoming the pain her desperate, bone crushing grip caused when she took my hand again.

But that image was burned onto my mind like a cattle brand.

Since that day I have not felt even the least bit turned on.

No matter how many precautions I take—condoms, spermicidal lubes, vaginal foam, the pill—I just can’t stop thinking about the sight of my best friend’s girly parts bloodied and distended in excruciating pain.

Like the blaze of a strobe light flashing over and over and over again in my head.

No matter how hot the guy is, no matter how much I want to—and good god, how I want to—as soon as the kissing and the groping starts, I just go cold.  My body switches off and my mind starts running a horrifying baby-birthing loop.

I looked up when the discreet chime of the front door tolled.

I blinked.

This was not Franco.

No… it was so not Franco.

This man had the Roma’s delivery heated bag, and a Roma’s t-shirt stretched across his broad, well-formed chest.

I smiled to myself as he came closer.  Dark, penetrating eyes, long, lovely boy lashes, a pouty, kissable mouth, and the longish, lustrous hair that made a woman want to run her hands through it—

Or have it run over her breasts and down her body as he kissed his way down to her pussy…

Oh yeah, this man was just what the doctor ordered.

He strode over to me and winked.  “Hey there… I’m Franco.”

I laughed.  “No, you’re not.”

He blinked, confusion lighting in his eyes.  Then he smiled, a wickedly sexy smile, showing off a killer set of pearly whites and sexy dimples.

“I’m Franco junior,” he explained.  “I’m filling in for my dad for the week.”

“Are you?”  I was already planning to have Roma’s delivered for the rest of the week.

“Yeah, he took my mom on a second honeymoon to Florida.”  He blushed as he talked. 

Okay, enough talk.

“So, Franco.  You look… hot.”  I left the word and the innuendo floating in the air.

He licked his full lips and leaned against the counter, showing off biceps and forearms that obviously took hours of pumping iron in a gym somewhere.  “It is pretty damn hot out there.  They say it’s ninety in the shade.”

I leaned forward, smooshing my boobs together to show them off to my prospective dry spell ender.

“I have a bucket of ice in the back.”

His eyes dropped to take in the sight of my décolletage—he sighed.

I stood and started walking back to my office.

The gallery was quiet, the delivery men gone, finished bringing in the horrific poultry paintings, and the offending artist and his boyfriend off to “see the city.”

I headed into my office and heard a gasp from behind me. 

I turned and found Franco Jr. staring at the zombie turkeys tearing apart the man with the cornucopia.  The look on his face was disgust and revulsion. 

Not the mood I was looking for.

I clapped my hands together. 

“Franco?”

Franco blinked and shook his head, his eyes slowly returning to me.

“Just keep your pretty eyes right here.”  I made a show of patting my nicely curvaceous ass.

Franco’s eyes darkened as he honed his gaze in on my perky bottom.

That’s better.

I led my Italian stallion back into my office, and watched him sagely close and lock the door behind him.  I took off my jacket, leaving on only my camisole, and then leaned back against my desk and felt my flesh start to warm as he walked closer to me.

He dumped the heated bag on a chair and prowled toward me.  With a practiced move, he reached over his head and tugged his red Roma t-shirt off over his head, exposing one hell of a good body: rippling, bulging pecs; tight, six-pack abs; and chiseled, rock hard shoulders.

His skin was naturally tanned and there was a light dusting of black hair between his pecs, and a happy trail leading down into his tight black jeans.

Yum…

He pushed his long, black, achingly touchable hair back from his forehead with one hand, causing all the muscles in his torso to dance.

If I wasn’t mistaken, I thought my sex drive was making a comeback.  My neglected vajayjay pulsed and I could feel all the heat that was coursing through me start to build down below.

Good… very good…  

I reached out and touched his chest.  His flesh was warm and soft, and as if by chemical reaction my body flared to life.  I wanted him inside me, and now.

I pulled him to me, our lips crashing into each other, my chest pushed hard against his.

And oh boy… was Franco hard.  I could feel the curve of his thick erection against my inner thigh.

Something flickered in the back of my mind, just a twinkle… but it made my fevered skin cool about ten degrees.

Don’t you dare! I screamed at the stupid bitch in my head.  I NEED THIS!

I reached down and grabbed a handful of his young, perfectly hard ass and squeezed.  Franco groaned into my mouth as his hips shot up against my still throbbing oonie.

His hips undulated as he pulled my hips tight against him.

I ran my free hand though his hair.

He reached down between us and started undoing his belt buckle.

Where are my condoms?

That thought flashed to all those hours I had spent clicking and googling contraception methods.

And that made the image of Susan’s wretched vagina light up like a sign in Times-fucking-Square.

And just like that, I was cold as an ice cube, all the need and heat and frenzy evaporating in less than ten seconds.

A tiny, sullen voice cried, They are in the top desk drawer! 

She wept, sobbing and calling out plaintively.    

We were sooooo close!

I pushed my hand against Franco’s chest.  “This isn’t going to happen.”

He licked my collarbone and went head first into my cleavage.

I clamped my hand across his forehead and pulled his head up out of my boobies until his eyes defogged and he met my gaze.

“I said, this isn’t going to happen.  I need you to leave now.”

He groaned.  “Are you kidding?”

I wished.  “I just remembered I have to be downtown in twenty minutes.”  That was at least a thirty-five minute cab ride this time of day. 

I could see Franco doing the math in his head.  Being a deliveryman made you an expert on transportation time.

I saw the moment resignation made his expression drop, so I threw him a bone… so to speak.

I reached over and pulled my purse to me, deftly finding my emergency stash of cash and handing him two fifty dollar bills.

“To make up for your lost time,” I said and tucked the bills into the waistband of his jeans.

Franco reluctantly pulled himself off me and started putting his t-shirt back on, shaking his head the whole time.

“Sorry about this.”  I was more than sorry.  This hot stud should have blown right through my little problem.

Hell, he should have been banging me up against the wall by now!

Franco pulled my order from the heated bag and gave me another long look.  I pretended to brush the nonexistent wrinkles from my skirt.

“This is the first time a woman has paid me not to have sex with her.”

Jesus…

I grabbed my suit jacket and started pulling it on as he unlocked my office door and swung it open.

 

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Tuesday, June 13, 2017