Autism Awareness Blog Hop and Animals! Plus a Prize for You!

Hi —

I’m happy to be participating in RJ Scott’s Autism Awareness Blog Hop this month. First, let me mention if you leave a comment, you’ll be entered to win your choice of any of my ebooks that include an animal. That’s MOST of my books. So if you win, you can put in your request for which book you’d like to have.

Here is the link to the main post at RJ’s. Be sure to check that out.

Here are some startling facts about autism —

1 in 42 boys are diagnosed with autism

1 in 189 girls are diagnosed with autism.

Over 3.5 million individuals in the United States have autism.

These statistics alone tell you how essential it is to understand and advocate for autism awareness and education. We likely all know someone with autism.

RJ chose animals as a theme for the blog hop and i’m happy to pick up that thread. First, how about some pictures of my girl Jolie, my papillon. She’s my girl and one of these days i’m going to write a book about a papillon.

I also want to tell you about my newest rerelease which has a very prominent animal character. The book is Brush with Catastrophe and the character is Aloysius, the black cat who is also the world’s most powerful witch’s familiar.  If you’d like to read an excerpt click HERE. 

Now be sure to leave me a comment about your favorite animal. I’ll choose one person at random and you can have any of my books that feature any kind of animal. That might be a cat, dog, bulls, horses, and there might even be some others. You can glance through my books on the Book pages.

Thank you so much for coming by!


Sultry & Sinful FF Paranormal Romance Anthology –99 Cents Limited Time!

Hi and welcome! Today I’m happy to introduce you to this sexy, sultry FF anthology that you can buy for 99 cents until release day! Yahoo. Keep reading friends.  (And don’t forget to enter the Brush with Catastrophe Blog Tour Giveaway, HERE)

Sultry and Sinful: The Femmes of Paranormal

Come tantalize your softer side with this FF paranormal romance anthology. From angels to sirens and many things in between, this erotic romance box set will keep you up all hours of the night, wanting more.
A Limited Edition FF Paranormal Romance and Collection!




On Sale for only 99cents until release day of 4/18/2017


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Julie Morgan
Soul to Capture
Info: As a Succubus, Cora thought she didn’t need love, but when the Seraph Jael opens her eyes to the possibility, all bets are off.

Louisa Bacio
Book title: Wet: An erotic mermaid tale
Info: After the Sea Queen forbids the Princess to follow her heart, Marianna swears to catch Shell, the feisty water sprite.
Alyssa Breck
Book title: Kiss Me Deadly
Info: When the time comes for Maggie to make one of her own, she finds out that not all vampires are created equal.
Christine Alvarez
Book title: A Succubus Renewed
Info: Luciana, a Succubus, is bored of her monotonous existence until Krista Hadley—a human—walks into her club, unknowingly becoming her latest obsession.
Michelle Dare
Book title: Her Fated Mates
Info: Half siren/half vampire, Jade Calistro, has zero desire to find her mate. Little does she know that she has not one, but two fated mates.


Kay Margaret
Book title: Sinful Dreams
Info: Adara Dyllvan will stop at nothing to get Senna Douglas to walk back into her life, even if it means playing dirty.

Kristen Strassel
Book title: Stardust
Info: Rainey must cast a spell to destroy vampires, but her girlfriend’s been offered the opportunity of a lifetime—starring in a vampire show.


Savannah Verte
Book title: Immortal Deflagration
Info: Seychelle is a bastard. When she accidentally dreamwalks into Nova’s lustful fantasy, she learns the Fates might have a reward for her after all.

Shawnee Small
Book title: The Seduction of Violette Tournaline
Info: Seduced by a handsome stranger on the eve of her debut ball, Violette must decide how far she is willing to go for love.

Win a Kindle Fire and Meet Some Bad Boys!! #Booksweeps

Hi —

I’m one of the Bad Boy lovers participating in the Booksweeps Bad Boy Erotic Romances Drawing! Want to enter? You can win a Kindle Fire and 55 erotic Bad Boy romances by your fave authors. I’m included. the book i’m offering is Knave of Broken Hearts because Jim Carney is a definite Bad Boy — too much booze, too little responsibility and too much sex — with the wrong gender for him!

To enter go HERE

And i might mention that my newest release Fire Balls has a pretty naughty hero too — of a very different kind. You can read about him HERE.

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Fire Balls is Released! #gayromance #ballstothewall #firefighter #oppositesattract

Hi and welcome! I’m so delighted to be re-releasing one of my most popular stories  — Fire Balls! I hope you love this romance of opposites attracting between a feisty painter and a quiet firefighter! Be sure to enter to win on the Rafflecopter and thank you for visiting!  : )

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Fire Balls
(Balls to the Wall Series, Bk #2)
By Tara Lain


Renowned artist Rodney Mansfield stands five foot six, has pink hair, six earrings, a black belt in karate—and a desperate yearning for firefighter Hunter Fallon. But Rod, the Runtback of Notre Dame, knows he’ll never land the beautiful “straight gay” guy, so Rod musters his altruism and helps his more masculine friend Jerry attract Hunter. As if a broken heart wasn’t enough, Rod saves Hunter from a firehouse homophobe—humiliating Hunter in front of his dad!

Hunter lives a dream life—his father’s dream. While he’d like to teach literature in college, read poetry in the sun, and find a strong guy to top him, he fights fires for his dad. Hunter hates flamboyant guys like Rodney. So why can’t he resist him? Maybe it’s time to admit this is one flame he has no desire to put out.


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He leaned back on the couch. “Anyway, he’s dreamy,
straight-up divine. Sweet and nice and smart. Shit, man, have you ever seen
anything so beautiful?”
Too much. Rod got up and went back to the easel.
At least he didn’t have to stare into Jerry’s smitten face. Crap, he wanted to
be happy for the guy. He really did. “He’s beautiful, all right.”
“And guess what? He asked about you.”
No breath. “He, uh, did?”
“Yeah. Said you were so talented. See, I told you not to
“Didn’t want to be a third wheel.”
“Hey, my man, you’re my brother from another mother. What I
got, you got. So I’m going on another date with him, and he loves to read and
shit. Could you tell me some stuff to talk about?”
Oh dear God. “So what have you read, Jerry?”
He looked at his hands. “I, uh, read a few romance novels.”
“I think it’s okay to talk about those, but you have to know
some other writers too. So think. What did you read in high school?”
“Comic books.”
“Graphic novels?”
“Yeah. Man, I love Watchmen and X-Men and Batman.”
“Comic books.” He walked over to a bookshelf he kept tucked
away in the corner of the studio. When he rested on the couch, he loved to read
himself to sleep. “Have you ever heard of Lord Byron?”
Jerry shook his head. “Sounds like a rock star.”
“He kind of was for his time. He was a poet.” He took out a
slim volume and began to read from Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage. “Roll on,
thou deep and dark blue ocean—roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in
vain; man marks the earth with ruin—his control stops with the shore.” When he
got to “unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown” he looked up.
Jerry’s big blue eyes shone with tears. “Hey, man, that’s
awesome. Probably not a surfer, I guess. All the ‘thees’ and ‘thous’ sound kind
of old. But that dude knew what a surfer feels, man. We ride on top of the—what
did he call it?—deep and dark blue ocean. And we know we can sink and never be
heard from again, man. Axed. It’s how we want to go if we gotta.”
He had to stop underestimating this man. Rod walked over to
the couch and handed the book to Jerry. “Just be yourself. He’s got to love
“Wow, thanks. But I’ll read this, man. Every word, or at
least the words I understand, okay?”
He smiled. “Okay.”
“I sure do like the way you read it, though.”

Rod laughed, took back the book, and began to read.


The firefighters piled out onto the hard-packed dirt drive
and hauled the hose toward the hydrant out by the highway. Shit, they were just
going to make it… if they were lucky.
“Save him. Help, please, help,” one woman screamed, pointing
toward the building.
What? He gave his spot on the hose to another man and ran to
the woman’s side. “Ma’am. What do you mean?”
The woman on the driveway was white as a cloud and pointing,
her mouth working. “Rod. Rodney. He ran in. Do something.”
He gripped her arm. “Ran in? Rodney ran in there?” Ice froze
his heart.
“Yes, yes. I came over to see, and suddenly he just ran past
me and straight in the door. I don’t know where his car is….”
Hell no! He pulled on his respirator and ran
toward the door of the studio. His heart beat way too fast. Had to get control.
Why, why would Rod do it? What was worth his life? His life. He couldn’t die. Hell, no.
“Fallon, wait. Don’t go in alone,” Cam screamed behind him.
Hell, no. No time to wait. Rod was in there.
The screen door, the damned squeaky screen door, hung half
off its hinges. He tore it away and, hunched against the heat, moved into the
studio. Smoke. Embers raining down. The heat pushed like a wall through his
gear. The flames crawled along the half-missing roof like a snake slinking
along a branch, hissing.
Stop. Think. The part of the structure
closest to the door remained most intact. He dropped to the floor and scooted
along a few feet. Not much in here. Beside him, the old desk had burned nearly
to ash. His heart hammered. Breathe slowly. Don’t panic.
Where is he?
Can’t be too late. No, hell, no. Never
too late.
He crawled another couple of feet and pressed his head down by
the floor, squinting through the smoke…. Yes!
A body. Rod. Collapsed on the floor clutching a small canvas
to his chest. The insane idiot. No painting was worth this. Crouching, Hunter
covered the few steps.

Rod looked so small. And… so still. Hell,
. Hunter pulled Rod into his arms. Felt right. Felt good. Hunter took off
his respirator and fitted it over Rod’s nose and mouth. Breathe for me, baby.
Rod’s body hung, limp as a doll.



The Balls to the Wall Series

Volley Balls
Bk #1

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About the Author


Tara Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in LGBT erotic romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her first novel was published in January of 2011 and she’s now somewhere around book 32. Her best-selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Paranormal Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance, Best Gay Characters, and Tara has been named Best Writer of the Year in the LRC Awards. In her other job, Tara owns an advertising and public relations firm. She often does workshops on both author promotion and writing craft.  She lives with her soul-mate husband and her soul-mate dog near the sea in California where she sets a lot of her books.  Passionate about diversity, justice, and new experiences, Tara says on her tombstone it will say “Yes”!


You can find Tara at Lain




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Clare London’s ROMANCING THE WRONG TWIN! Giveaway!

perf4.250x7.000.inddHi and welcome!! My friend Clare London is on the blog today with her new release, Romancing the Wrong Twin! I want to read it just from the title. There’s a Rafflecopter Giveaway down there too, so read, enjoy and enter. Here’s Clare —

London’s variety show – Clare London

My new book Romancing the Wrong Twin is based in the very heart of London, around the creative location of Soho and Covent Garden. Itís an area I know well, having worked there for years, and of course I love London! How could I not, with my pen name? LOL. But itís also the most perfect place to set romance stories. Thereís the fabulously bustling city life, a wide variety of businesses and entertainment going on ñ and, of course, a wonderful variety of people.

Did you know, the population of London increases by over 5000% during the day? Itís a world that is crowded, noisy and exhilarating during the day, then at night the population shrinks back down to its core inhabitants. The city encompasses over 270 nationalities, over 16 thousand industries, 2.6m registered cars, the biggest theatre audience in the world, and is the second most-visited city after Hong King.

Itís a place full of mystery and discovery too: Underneath Cleopatraís Needle on the Embankment thereís a time capsule from 1878 thatís said to contain cigars, a razor, a portrait of Queen Victoria, copies of 10 daily newspapers, and pictures of 12 ìEnglish beauties of the dayî. Among the many things Londoners have left on the Tube are a samurai sword, a stuffed puffer fish, a human skull, and a coffin. And apparently ñ whether itís true or urban myth – Harrods sold cocaine until 1916.

So thereís nothing unexpected in my hero Aidan, a playwright, standing in for his twin brother Zeb, a supermodel, on a date with Dominic, a mountaineer. After all, in London, anything can happen!

How tangled can a romantic web get?When gruff mountaineer Dominic Hartington-George seeks sponsorship for his latest expedition, his London PA insists on a more media-friendly profileólike dating celebrity supermodel Zeb Z.Zeb canít make the date, so he asks his identical twin, Aidan, to stand in for just one evening. Aidan, a struggling playwright, shuns the limelight to the extent people donít even know Zeb has a sibling, but he reluctantly agrees.When the deception has to continue beyond the first date, Aidan fights to keep up the pretense. Dominic likes his sassy, intelligent companion, and Aidan starts falling for the forthright explorer. But how long can Aidanís conscience cope as confusion abounds? Will coming clean as ìthe other twinî destroy the trust theyíve built?

Author Bio

Clare London took her pen name from the city where she lives, loves, and writes. A lone, brave female in a frenetic, testosterone-fuelled family home, she juggles her writing with her other day job as an accountant.

Sheís written in many genres and across many settings, with award-winning novels and short stories published both online and in print. She says she likes variety in her writing while friends say sheís just fickle, but as long as both theories spawn good fiction, sheís happy. Most of her work features male/male romance and drama with a healthy serving of physical passion, as she enjoys both reading and writing about strong, sympathetic, and sexy characters. 

Clare currently has several novels sulking at that tricky chapter three stage and plenty of other projects in mind… she just has to find out where she left them in that frenetic, testosterone-fuelled family home. 

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Sinders and Ash and Beauty, Inc. in PRINT! Ebook contest!

sinders-and-ash-and-beauty-incHi – –

Sinders and Ash and Beauty, Inc. in PRINT! If you like print books — and fairy tale tropes — you’ve  come to the right place. Two of my popular Pennymaker Tales, the modern gay romance retellings of popular fairy tale themes, are now together in a single print volume.

If you’d like to buy this book you can get it at Amazon and Dreamspinner and B&N

I’m not going to give one away since i’m not set up to mail internationally and i want this for everyone.

SO, CONTEST!!! — i will give away one ecopy of Sinders and Ash and one ecopy of Beauty, Inc. ebook to 2 lucky winners. Okay? Not print but 2 ebooks! To win, please leave me a comment below. 

Sinders and Ash is based on the themes of Cinderella, and as you can guess, Beauty, Inc. has a Beauty and the Beast theme. The only thing uniting the two stories is the fact that they are fairy tale romances — and a single character — and i do mean character. Mr. Pennymaker appears in all the books in the series.


SindersAndAsh-400x600Sinders and Ash

Housekeeper Mark Sintorella (Sinders) works diligently at a resort hotel while designing clothes anonymously, hoping to get into fashion school. Then his carefully planned life is upended with the arrival of Ashford Armitage, son of the fifth richest man in America—and the most beautiful guy Mark has ever seen. Ash must find a wife or he’ll lose his grandfather’s inheritance, and he settles on Bitsy Fanderel. But secretly Ash is gay, and the guy who cleans the fireplaces sets his heart ablaze.

 Further stirring the pot is the little elf of a man, Carstairs Pennymaker, who has Mark wearing his own designs and masquerading as a girl to impress the fashion investors in the hotel. When the clock strikes twelve, two beautiful princesses line up for the wedding—but one isn’t a woman. Will the slipper fit? Only Mr. Pennymaker knows for sure


Pennymaker turned and looked at Mark. “What are you working on?”

“Excuse me? I, uh, have to clean some fireplaces this morning. You know they keep the rooms cool just so they can use them? Makes work for me.”

“That’s not what I mean, of course.” Pennymaker turned back to the rack and pushed some jeans aside. “Aha!” His hand shot through the garments to the dress form. He made an opening in the clothes and stepped through to stand beside the red dress. “Perfect. Just beautiful. What a talent.”

“Excuse me?”

Pennymaker beamed at him. “You have exceptional design skills.”

God, it was hard to not be flattered. “Thank you, sir.” But how had Mr. P known to look for the dress? Who’d told him?

Pennymaker walked over to the chair and sat. It creaked. Hopefully the tiny man wouldn’t strain the old wood too much. “I would like to show that dress to some people.”

“Uh, who?”

“Let’s say some potential investors.”

No. He couldn’t get excited. “Really, sir? You’re in the clothing business?”

“I’m in many businesses, my boy.”

Okay, try not to be suspicious. “How did you know I was a clothing designer?”

The little man waved a hand. “That lovely T-shirt, of course.”

“No one told you?”

“Who would tell me?”

Had him there.

Pennymaker stepped back and surveyed the dress. “Now, who is your model?”

What? Mark cocked his head.

“Whom did you set the dress form to?”

“Oh, uh, myself. I, uh, don’t have anyone else. I’m pretty slim, so it works.”

“Perfect. Perfect. When do you have to be at work?”

This conversation was crazy. “In about an hour. This is my morning off. Unless they need me, of course.”

“Good. Put on the dress.”

“What? Why?”

“We’re going for a little walk through the hotel. You’ll be my… niece. Go on, go on.” He made a shooing gesture with his hands.

Mark shook his head. “Sir, I know I fit the dress to me, but that’s because I don’t have anyone else. I’m not a transvestite.”

“Never said you were, dear boy. But these people I want to have see the dress will be much more amenable to taking your designs seriously if they think of the idea themselves rather than me telling them. That’s how we all are, now isn’t it? I want them to see the clothes. We don’t have another model, and we don’t want anyone else in on our secret.”

Secret? “What if someone recognizes me?”

Pennymaker cocked his head. “That’s very unlikely. You do a good job making yourself plain and unmemorable with your cap and glasses.”

Mark felt the blush. Shoot. The man had him dead to rights.

“Besides, people see what they expect, and they certainly don’t expect to see Mark Sintorella in a dress. Now, put it on.”

Mark stepped behind the rack of clothing. He stripped to his boxer briefs and stopped. What the hell was he doing? He could jeopardize his job for this crazyassed little guy with his hairbrained scheme.

The voice came from the other side of the clothes. “Do you have it on?”

“Sir, I don’t mean to be rude, but are you sure about this? I really need the money I get from working here.”

“Tut-tut, my boy. Hurry. I want to make one tour around the lobby and public rooms before you start your shift. Time’s a wastin’.”

Mark pulled the dress over his head and let it fall into place. The skirt was just full enough to swing when he walked, so no one would notice his cock under it. “Uh, I don’t have any boobs.”

“Let me see.”

“See what? What I haven’t got?”

He stepped out.
Pennymaker looked at him studiously. “Gorgeous. You don’t have breasts, but then neither do some women to speak of. I’m more concerned about the hairy legs. Go shave, quickly.”

“What? Sir, I don’t think so….”

“This won’t be your only modeling assignment, I suspect, so think of it as a long-term investment. Consider that brilliant young model who used to walk the catwalks in both male and female shows. You’re at least her equal in beauty.”


“No buts. This is your future. Now go!”


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Is beauty only skin deep?

Chemist Dr. Robert “Belle” Belleterre loves flowers, green trees, his best friend Judy, and “his baby:” the new face cream he developed to help put his father’s small cosmetics company on the map. Sadly he gets no help from his alcoholic, gambling-addicted father, who loses Belle in a poker game to Magnus Strong, the CEO of Beauty, Inc., the largest American cosmetics company—a man infamous for his scarred ugliness.

 Belle finds himself uprooted from his home, living in a wildly crazy apartment in New York owned by Mr. Pennymaker, and completely unprepared for his mad attraction to the charismatic Strong. Feeling like a traitor, Belle fights his passion only to see more and more of the goodness and humility hidden by Strong’s ugly face. But when Belle’s family starts manipulating his life again, the odds turn against happiness for beautiful Belle and his beloved beast.

“Looking for someone?”

“Yes. Judy. My friend. I thought she was coming here.”

“Oh yes. She has her apartment on the ground floor. Mr. Strong thought it would be best if she didn’t have to climb too many stairs while she’s being treated.”

Belle just stared. He felt the tears welling in his eyes but couldn’t stop them. Limb by limb, he collapsed to the floor like an old plastic bag. His own father hadn’t even paid attention, and Magnus Strong put Judy on the ground floor to keep her from having to climb stairs.

Mr. P closed the door and flopped down beside him. “So, my dear, what seems to be the trouble?”

Belle shook his head and snuffled.

“Try again.”

“I did a really bad thing.”

“What might that have been, my dear?”

He sniffed. “I humped my boss.”

“Hmm. Humped. I’m failing to get a mental image.”

Belle sighed. “It’s probably just as well. I got overzealous and threw myself on Magnus Strong. That might have been okay, but then I—” He dropped his face in his hand. “Oh God.”

“I’m starting to get an image. Continue.”

He popped his head up. “I kissed him, okay? And then, as if that wasn’t the stupidest thing ever done since W said “mission accomplished,” I managed to get my penis in contact with his and—humped. Now do you get the picture?”

Mr. P clapped his hands. “Perfect.”

“Oh, so far from perfect.” He fell back against the large Asian throw rug. “Why did I do it? Why?”

“Excellent question. Why did you do it?”

“He turns me on.”


Belle sat up, in his best Frankenstein’s monster imitation. “He turns me on like a large neon light.”

“Because he helped your friend?”

“Way before he helped Judy. Before he helped me, in fact.”

Mr. P smiled. “So you acknowledge that he’s helped you?”

“Oh hell, Mr. P, I’m so confused. I mean, getting won in a poker game doesn’t exactly kick a relationship off on a sterling foot. Plus, that was after he seemed to be stalking me. I assumed he was trying to get me here to—you know—screw me instead of my father.”

“Ah, I see. And now you’ve thrown at him the very thing you assumed he wanted—and he refused it.”

“In a word—yes. I don’t know what to think.”

“There’s only one answer, my dear. Outside the box.”


Remember. If you want to win one of the 2 ebooks, leave me a comment below! Thank you for visiting. : )


My Birthday! Win a Book. Come Comment!


My birthday is October 9th and i thought i’d celebrate by offering you a gift. Here’s your chance to Win a Book — any ebook from my backlist. Any ebook you want. Just leave a comment on this post and please include your email!

This means you could win LORD OF A THOUSAND STEPS, my most recent release which has been on all the bestseller lists at Amazon and ARe. This is the story of Ian, a young student and intern in architecture, who falls for his much older boss who is getting out of a ugly marriage and fighting for custody of his two kinds. That’s how romance becomes real life real fast!

You could win BEAUTY, INC. , my MM retelling of the Beauty and the Beast tale reset Beauty,Inc-400x600in contemporary America. The lovely Robert “Belle” Belleterre meets the infamously ugly Magnus Strong and sparks fly.

61U2BTC58EL._AA300_Or how about TAYLOR MAID, a tropetastic tale of a young man who has to get married before midnight and settle on the hotel maid — who has some pretty surprising secrets?

And there’s so much more! Wolves, fairy tales, love in laguna, my gorgeous guys who happen to play football! Just click on the Books Tab above and check out all my titles. Then leave me a comment below with your email address and i’ll pick a winner by random number and send you the format of your choice.

Take your pick! Leave me a comment and please include your email.  Thank you for visiting!



Lex Valentine’s The Pixie Prince. Win a Copy!

lv_the-pixie-prince-_coverlgHi! Please welcome my friend and wonderful author, Lex Valentine, to the blog. You may know Lex as a fabulous gay romance author, which is true, but she also writes equally engaging M/F romance. Today, Lex is introducing her re-release, The Pixie Prince, and you can win an e- copy if you have the winning comment. So leave a comment below and a winner will be chosen at random. Lex Valentine’s The Pixie Prince.


Max LeFevre, known to his fans as Max Fever, is on the hunt for a new mattress. Becoming the Pixie Prince means Max has inherited big gold wings that he must keep hidden. But the wings, and his sudden, unexpected sensitivities, have made it impossible for Max to sleep. His mattress leaves him bruised and that’s a bad thing for a guy who makes his living modeling designer underwear. So when the waiter at Max’s favorite restaurant tells him he knows about a special mattress, Max can’t resist trying it.

Bliss Wilde never expected to meet Max in her own club. The fact that he’s there to try out her mattress doesn’t matter. Watching the big golden pixie roll around on her bed sets her libido on fire. When Max turns up later that night, unable to sleep, Bliss invites him to her bed. During the sexual romp that ensues, Bliss and Max discover they are mates. But they both know people for whom bonding has gone wrong, making them cautious about the process. Still, their desire for each other rages high and with Max getting a new mattress, he figures maybe he should break it in with a bonding.

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The limo pulled up at Butcher’s Block, and Max jumped out, holding out his hand for Alexa, who hid behind her sunglasses again. Inside, the hostess led them to their usual table in the corner. A waiter came toward them and set a Manhattan in front of Max and a Pear Martini in front of Alexa.

They both gazed up at him. Young and handsome in a brash sort of way, his eyes twinkled at them with good humor.

Alexa smiled. “Hi, Marty! How are you?”

“I’m still breathing and still not interested in being the undead,” he replied with a grin.

“Good. It’s always better to be a living, breathing being. Trust me on this.” Alexa’s dark head dipped in an emphatic nod.

“She’s like a broken record on that topic today. Good to see ya, Marty.” Max grinned at the waiter.

“Good to see you too, Max. How’s your ass?” Marty’s emerald eyes danced with laughter.

“Worth a couple mil according to the insurance company,” Max quipped. He waved off the menus Marty started to hand him. “Just the usual for us. No surprises. It’s been a long day of shopping.”

Marty started scribbling on a pad. “What did you buy?”

Alexa growled a little, rolling her eyes in true snark fashion. “Nothing. The Prince here couldn’t find a mattress to suit him.”

Marty looked at Max in surprise. “You were shopping for a mattress? Aren’t they all kinda the same?”

Max sighed. No one understood his dilemma. “No. They aren’t all the same. I need something softer than the usual mattress. I just can’t seem to find anything that will work.”

Marty looked thoughtful for a moment; then he said, “Lemme think about that while I turn in your order.”

Alexa blinked, the expression on her face priceless. Max’s lips quirked. Once Marty strode out of earshot they both started laughing.

“That would be the weirdest thing ever, Maxie. Our waiter solving your sleep issue.” Alexa wheezed as she tried to stop laughing.

Taking a deep breath to push the laughter down, Max shook his head and reached for his drink. “I don’t care who solves it, as long as it gets solved.”

“I just don’t get why it’s so important.” Alexa rubbed her finger down the stem of the glass.

Max couldn’t explain it to her in a public place so he made light of the situation. “It’s important because I never get to be on the bottom.”

Alexa choked on her drink. “Max, you’re not even seeing anyone.”

He gave her an arch look. “If I meet someone today, I don’t get to be on the bottom.”

She rolled her eyes and groaned. “You’re incorrigible,” she muttered.

Marty returned with fresh drinks for them. “You know, Max, I may have something different for you to try. I’ll make a phone call and let you know.”

They stared at Marty’s departing back, then stared at each other blankly.

“Now, that’s just weird,” Max said, as he reached for his new Manhattan.

Alex gazed at him thoughtfully, still fiddling with the stem of her martini glass. “This whole thing is weird. I’ve known you five years, Max. You’ve never had an issue with a mattress or sleep in all the time I’ve known you. Why now?”

Max looked around at the crowded restaurant. He couldn’t tell her here. Someone might overhear. “Let’s just say I inherited something that’s causing a problem.”

Alexa’s dark violet eyes narrowed. “Inherited?” she asked softly.

He fidgeted in his seat, which caused her to gaze at him even more suspiciously. “Um, you know that little minivacation I just got back from?”

She gave him a clipped nod.

“Well, I… uh, had to go home. My dad decided to retire.”

Alexa’s perfectly arched brows shot up. “Pixies retire?”

Max fidgeted some more. Ever since he’d gotten the call to come home, he’d wanted to tell Alexa the truth. However, the subject of his heritage made him nervous. He constantly feared blurting out something he shouldn’t in public, only to find it splashed across the tabloids the next day.

“Well, you could call it retiring,” he said in a low voice. “I think the spirits play golf in the Afterworld.”

His best friend’s beautiful eyes widened until her whole face seemed to be all eyes. “Holy shit! Your dad died?” she whispered in shock.

He nodded, looking around the room casually, trying to see if anyone was listening in on their conversation. “Yeah. So I kinda inherited the title and…other crap,” he muttered.

Alexa started to grin. Then she began to chuckle. Finally, she muffled her laughter behind her slender fingers. “Oh my God. You’re the Pixie Prince now!”

“Shh!” Max frowned at her. “I get enough attention as it is without this getting out and making it worse!”

Above her fingers, Alex’s eyes danced with delighted laughter. “Does this mean you have the big golden…?”

He nodded, grimacing. “Yesssss,” he hissed. “And worse than that, now I’ve got a sensitivity to things that never bothered me before.”

“Stuff that didn’t bother you before? Like what?” she asked, setting her glass down. “Mattresses?”

Max knew Alexa well, so he understood she was well aware of the men in the room staring at her nipples. In a very Alexa-like way she pointedly—he chuckled to himself over the pun—ignored them. He shook his head.

“I don’t have a sensitivity to mattresses per se,” he replied guardedly. “Don’t you remember your fairy tales?”

“Which one?” She arched a brow at him, then suddenly must have remembered their conversation in the mattress store. Her eyes widened. “Well, shit. If you’re the Prince and the Pea, how the hell are you ever gonna have sex again?”

He shrugged, resisting the urge to squirm in his seat again. “Why do you think I’m mattress hunting? Nothing is comfortable anymore. I feel everything,” he grumbled, finishing his second Manhattan. “I’m told that the sensitivity wears off. It’s just because the inheritance is new. Eventually, I’ll get used to the big golden…you know…and to feeling like everything is bigger, louder, harder, brighter.”

Alexa sat back in her chair, apparently stunned by his revelation. “So all of your senses are more acute now?”

He nodded, and she smiled slyly at him. “Well, bigger and harder aren’t necessarily a bad thing,” she murmured, smothering laughter.


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Structure in Film — A Lesson for Writers

Hi —

You know i love Top 10 videos since i share them with you so often. I happened to come upon this far more esoteric video on the Top 10 Structures in Film and i thought it would be an interesting instruction for writers as well. So i’m sharing Structure in Film — A Lesson for Writers. The video describes 10 different structures that are used to make film — from simple linear to total dreams and everything in between. As romance writers, we don’t generally take the liberty of creating a book in a circular structure or one that shows a central story from many viewpoints since we want the love story to be the center of our book — in fact, romance is defined by that idea. Still, knowing these various structures can give us ideas for scenes that might be rich and interesting. I hope you enjoy checking out Structure in film.

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Top 10 Best Dance Scenes Ever!

Hi — I’m writing a book (as always) and trying to get it done this weekend! So, i thought i’d follow up my movie review with more movies — the Top 10 Best Dance Scenes Ever.

This video celebrates two of my favorite things — movies and dance. Some of my top picks for best movie dances are inLordOfAThousandSteps400 here — your’s too, i bet. Plus, there may be scenes new to you that you’ll enjoy! Remember, my blog tour for LORD OF A THOUSAND STEPS is still going, so be sure to enter! Here’s the Top 10 Best Dance Scenes Ever!

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