Showing posts with label iTunes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label iTunes. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 17, 2018

My Books: Contemporary and Paranormal Romance


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?

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

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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.


 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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Thursday, May 17, 2018

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Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Love that iBooks Merchandiser

 

Love that iBooks Merchandiser 

 

Kim and Lena clinked their wine glasses with mine.
 
I took a deep drink.
 
Chablis… my favorite.
 
“I just can’t believe he thought I wouldn’t find out!” Lena said.
 
Kim laughed. “He should’ve made sure to erase his browser history.”
 
I smiled. Lena had just found out her boyfriend, Brian, was having a cyber affair with a data analyst in California. A data analyst he’d met on Facebook three months ago.
 
Physical or emotional, cheating’s cheating.
 
And Lena had kicked him to the curb in less than a day.
 
She was my hero.
 
But I knew a little of what Brian had been feeling.
 
Feeling love and longing for someone…
 
Someone not there?
 
Kim had moved from her spot on the couch and was leaning in to whisper in my ear.
 
“Penny for your thoughts…”
 
Oh, my thoughts were worth far more than that.
 
“Come on, Alice…” Kim said, “You’ve been a million miles away all night.”
 
“Yeah, spill.” Lena cooed, pointing her finger at me accusingly.
 
I looked at my two best friends in the world.
 
Should I tell them?
 
I adored them both. I loved no others more than these two ladies.
 
I slid to the edge of my seat, holding my wine glass tensely. I was so nervous.
 
“I met someone.”
 
Lena’s brows shot up her forehead.
 
Kim’s jaw dropped.
 
Was it really that shocking?
 
Well, I am a romance author, and I spend my time typing away in worlds I want to live in…
 
Instead of living in the world I’m in.
 
“Oh, my God!” Lena howled as Kim clapped her hands, fell back into the couch and giggled.
 
I pushed on, not wanting to lose my nerve.
 
“I met him at the book fair in Houston last month.”   
 
 I remember that moment, seeing him for the first time from across the crowded room.
 
“He’s book-boyfriend gorgeous and so smart and kind… but he can be naughty too.”
 
Lord have mercy… if they knew.
 
I’d wanted to walk up to him that very moment and lay the kiss of all kisses on him.
 
“He’s an iBooks merchandiser,” I confessed.
 
I felt so relieved to finally tell them. They were like sisters to me.
 
“So, what’s his name?” Lena asked.
 
Name? “I don’t know his name.”
 
“What?” my friends said in chorus.
 
I got up and headed toward the kitchen. My wine glass was empty.
 
“Alice!” Lena said, chasing after me. “You don’t know his name?”
 
I opened my refrigerator and started refilling my glass.
 
“Well, I didn’t get close enough to talk to him.”
 
Kim burst into the kitchen and stood beside Lena. “What do you mean you didn’t talk to him?”
 
“Well, he’s an iBooks merchandiser. He was surrounded by like a hundred authors trying to… well, I don’t know what they were trying to do, but when our eyes met, for that one, brilliant moment… I knew I’d found my soul mate.”
 
I put the bottle of wine back in the fridge.
 
When I turned back to Lena and Kim they were staring at me with twin expressions—as if I’d grown a second head.
 
They glanced at each other, and then Lena looked at me.
 
“So, you talked to him later?”
 
I frowned. “No. I had to see the Paranormal Romance Writers panel. It was absolutely loaded with—”
 
“You got his email or something,” Kim asked, “And you’ve been texting?”
 
I shook my head. “Not exactly.”
 
I started to walk toward the living room again, but Lena got in my way. “Alice, what’s going on?”
 
I stood there, holding my wine, looking from Kim to Lena.
 
“He sends me emails… every day.”
 
They both scowled.
 
“Emails?” said Kim.
 
“But you said you didn’t get his email?”
 
My mouth was dry, so I took another drink of the Chablis. “He knew who I was.”
 
They just stared at me.
 
“From my author profile picture.”
 
They looked at each other again.
 
Why didn’t they get it? Why didn’t they understand?
 
“He loves books, maybe even more than I do… and he recognized me from my author photo.”
 
“So this guy—”
 
I cut Kim off. “The iBooks merchandiser.”
 
She looked at me opened mouthed for a moment. “So he… displayed in some way that he recognized you?”
 
“Yes,” I exclaimed. “Of course he did. It’s not like I’m crazy or something.”
 
Lena stepped closer and touched my arm. “But you don’t know his name.”
 
“I don’t need to know his name… not yet.” I walked past them and headed back into the living room. “He’ll tell me when it’s time.”
 
“Honey,” Lena said, trying to catch up. “What’s the name on the emails he sends you?”
 
I had to smile. He had been so clever.
 
“They’re all from iBooks.”
 
“The emails are promotions from iBooks?” Kim asked, looking from me to Lena.
 
Why did they look so nervous?
 
Sure, it had been a long time since I’d been on a date.
 
That’s why my heroines are always… well, in some way like me.
 
Hope Jones hasn’t been on a date in years. But then she finds her true love—that has been in love with her for years—fixing cars at Walmart.
 
Liz Hamilton lost her orgasm in the delivery room witnessing her best friend give birth to her baby. But she finally got it back when Jackson Burk—the man who rejected her virginity in college—showed up in her life again and just wouldn’t leave her alone.
 
Mmmm… That one’s ending is going to be awesome.
 
What can I say? Love can make you do the whacky.
 
Lena and Kim were staring at me again.
 
“I’m not crazy,” I said.
 
Their eyes widened and their mouths fell open again.
 
Jeez…
 
“He works at iBooks, where he reads like EVERYTHING. So he’s read my books—there’s on iBooks! So he knows me.”
 
How could they have known me for all these years and not get this?
 
“Sweetie,” Kim took me by the arm and sat me down on the couch beside her. “What the hell’s going on? You’re saying you’re having an imaginary affair with some guy you never even talked to.”
 
She still wasn’t getting it.
 
“He knows me.” I reached over and grabbed my iPhone from the coffee table. I pulled up my emails and accessed the folder that held all his emails. “Look, he keeps sending me recommendations for books he knows I’ll love.”
 
I showed them the list so far. Ilona Andrews, Patricia Briggs, JR Ward, Janet Evanovich, Jennifer Crusie, Rachel Caine…
 
“Alice, look at me.”
 
I turned and looked at Lena.
 
“These are just computer generated recommendations based on the books you’ve already bought from iBooks, and the books you’ve browsed on their app.”
 
I shook my head. This didn’t make any sense at all.
 
Where they insane?
 
I pulled up yesterday’s email. “He recommended Wallbanger yesterday.”
 
“Good book,” Lena said, “but what does that have to do with anything?”
 
I scrolled to the bottom of the email to show them.
 
There in small, plain type it read, <Tomorrow night, at eight.>
 
There had been a little message at the bottom of every “iBooks” email I’d received since that day in Houston.
 
<This one was written for you.>
 
<You’ll die laughing.>
 
<What do you like to eat for dessert?>
 
And I had never signed up for an iBooks mailing list before. They just started showing up in my inbox.
 
Lena looked up at me.
 
Kim laughed and looked up at me too.
 
We all looked over to the lovely IKEA Cinderella wall clock hanging on my wall.
 
Two minutes till eight.
 
My phone chimed, making Lena and Kim Flinch.
 
I clicked back to my inbox and saw the familiar iBooks email. I clicked it and read the message.
 
I smiled, set my wine down and showed my friends the screen of my phone.
 
<I’m waiting at your door. Plain cheesecake with whipped cream, right?>
 
Their eyes bugged out as I stood and announced, “I’m sorry, ladies, but I’ll need the place to myself tonight.” My smile was so wide. “So scram.”
 
Lena and Kim both jumped to their feet, grabbing their purses and chugging the rest of their Chablis—waste not, want not.
 
They followed me to the door, whispering questions like, “What if he’s a serial killer?” “What if he’s a Republican?” “What if he’s ugly?” “What if he’s a she?”
 
I held up my hands to silence them.
 
“I love you both, but I’m opening that door to let him in, and to let you out. So wish me luck.”
 
Lena pulled out her cell phone. “I’m taking a picture of this guy, just in case he kidnaps you and we need to identify him to the FBI.”
 
“He’s probably a nymphomaniac,” added Kim.
 
“Don’t tell her that!” Lena scolded. “You’ve read her books. That’ll just make him more attractive to her!”
 
“I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow…” I said. “Maybe.”
 
There was a knock at the door.
 
The girls squealed.
 
Now or never…
 
I ran my hands over my hair, stood up straight and took a deep, calming breath.
 
Open the fucking door!
 
The knob was cool in my hand, the door opened without a sound.
 
And there he stood—tall, dark haired, blue eyed, devastatingly handsome.
 
And the wickedest dimples God ever gave to a man.
 
“Hi, I’m Cal.” His voice was deep and a little raspy.
 
“You’re right,” Kim said, peering over my shoulder. “He’s Book-Boyfriend gorgeous.”
 
Cal held out a box with Panari’s scrolled on it. They made the BEST cheesecake. On top of that was a small bag of Dove milk chocolate minis.
 
I said he knew me.
 
“I’m Alice.”
 
“I know.” His eyes practically glowed. Was he a shifter? A vampire? A freaking Norse god come to life?!?!
 
“Who are your friends?” he asked, but his eyes remained homed on me.
 
I heard Lena take a breath, but I cut her off.
 
“They’re leaving.” I slid a glance at each of them.
 
“We’re leaving,” They agreed in perfect unison, hustling around Cal and out my door, their eyes practically undressing him as they did so.
 
“Goodnight, girls,” I said, shutting the door in their amazed faces.
 
When I turned around, Cal had set the box of goodies on my coffee table and was walking back over to me.
 
“I like your name,” I said.
 
“So did my mama.” His Texas accent peeked through when he said mama.
 
Oh, my…
 
He adverted his eyes when he said, “I hope you don’t think I’m just some perverted stalker or something. It’s just… when I saw you at the book fair I knew I had to meet you.”
 
He had seen me there.
 
His blue, blue eyes bored right into me, making me warm all over.
 
“But you disappeared before I could approach you.”
 
I took a step closer, close enough I could smell the clean scent of Dial soap on his skin.
 
I reached out and touched the crisp white cotton of his dress shirt.
 
“You’ve read my books,” I said, staring up into his drowning deep eyes. “I like perverts and stalkers.”
 
He moved that one last step closer, closing in on me until I could feel the heat rolling off his body.  He dipped his head until his lips were almost to mine. “You do?”
 
I felt breathless for a moment.
 
This kind of thing didn’t happen to me.
 
And especially not with a handsome, sexy iBooks merchandiser.
 
“No,” I whispered, “I don’t like it.”
 
I popped up on my toes. “I love it.” And I kissed him.
 
I kiss, kiss, kiss, kissed him.
 
What can I say, I love my iBooks merchandiser.
 
 
*The End*

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