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#Throwback Thursday My Best Friend & Release Party for Dangerous Passions

Happy Thursday! With all the snow and cold, I need a pick-me-up and besides the flowers, there is nothing better than spending a little time with my best friend, my daughter Samantha. This is a picture of us at the One Direction concert at MetLife Stadium this summer.
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Today is our release day party for the Dangerous Passions box set! Please take a moment to come by and play with us at our release party! I’ll be at the party off and on, but my gig starts at 9:00 and I’ll have some fun prizes and sexy men for you.

#WriteWed The 12 Sexy Heroes of the Dangerous Passions Box Set & Flower Show

Today’s Write Wednesday inspiration is a sneak peek at the heroes of the Dangerous Passions Box set. They’re alpha and in command. Ready to take on the fight and find love along the way!

Dangerous Passions eBook box set is now available and you can get the Dangerous Passions Box Set at the following e-tailers!

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You can click here if you can’t see the Sexy Heroes video below!

And now for something kinder and gentler! LOL! I mentioned I was going to the Philadelphia Flower Show yesterday and we had a blast. The theme was Hollywood and in particular, movies from Disney, Pixar and their related companies. The show was lovely this year and here are some photos for you. You can click here if you cannot see the Philadelphia Flower Show photos below.

#ManCandyMonday NFL Player Danny Amendola

Good morning! I hope you all had a great weekend. We had more snow . . . Ugh.

Time to warm you up with some Man Candy! Today’s pick is in honor of STRONGER THAN SIN from the Dangerous Passions Box Set.

Why Danny? Well, in STRONGER THAN SIN the hero, Jesse Bradford, is a football player and Danny is a wide receiver for the New England Patriots. Danny was an undrafted free agent when the Dallas Cowboys picked him up. He then went to the Philadelphia Eagles before being signed by the Patriots.

Gotta love that smile, that face and those muscles! Sigh. I hope I took a little bit of the chill away from you with today’s Man Candy.

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Day 12 – Stronger than Sin by Caridad Pineiro

Welcome back readers for the final part of our multi-stage mission to uncover the secrets of the Dangerous Passions box set! It’s little ol’ me going under the microscope with a little mad science to craft the perfect alpha in “Stronger than Sin”.

She can rebuild him, make him stronger than ever… but at what cost? @CaridadPineiro‘s “Stronger than Sin” Dangerous Passions http://bit.ly/DPAmzUS #DPBoxSet

Blurb

Dr. Liliana Carrera almost lost her life to Wardwell scientists gone wild…

She doesn’t want to have any part of another science experiment involving human guinea pigs, but she also can’t ignore innocent victims, like her new patient Jesse Bradford. A former NFL superstar, Jesse was forced to undergo Wardwell’s experimental treatments when a genetic bone disease cuts short his promising football career. Now Jesse’s amazing body is like nothing Liliana has ever seen before, but the cure Jesse wanted has come at a very high price. His body is almost no longer human and the genes implanted by Wardwell create incredible strength, but also frightening rage. As a survivor of violence, that rage scares Liliana more than she wants to admit, especially when she finds herself attracted to Jesse.

Jesse Bradford would trade almost anything to return to the game he loves . . .

Anything except his family. When a black ops group threatens his family, Jesse has no choice but to go along with their plans and keep his secrets from Liliana. But it’s tough for Jesse to ignore her kindness and the way her gentle healing touch rocks him to his core. As passion awakens between them, the secrets Jesse is keeping will become ever more dangerous. Is the love growing between them strong enough to fight evil men intent on changing the face of humanity? Or will lies and mistrust break the fragile bonds and bring the risk of death?

Dangerous Passions eBook box set releases March 3rd for the special price of $0.99! Preorder today!!

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Teaser

Jesse wasn’t in his bed when she walked into the room.

Closing the door and locking it behind her, she glanced around the large suite and noticed that he was out on the balcony that faced the beachfront.

Striding toward him, she stopped to put down the bag of take-out she had brought on a low coffee table in a sitting area near the windows and French doors leading to the balcony. She had dropped by her parents’ place again, received another helping of her mother’s soup and other goodies intended to help Jesse feel better.

While she wasn’t sure that there was any medical basis for thinking the food might assist, she knew that mentally it did her a world of good. It reminded her of her roots and the love her family had for her. Something Jesse seemed to have lacked, which saddened her.

Jesse, she thought, staring at his back as he stood facing the ocean. A strong wind was blowing westward, ruffling the shorter strands of his hair.

She hadn’t had a chance to tell him that she liked the change – the shorter hair and clean shaven face.

She wondered if had done it for her which caused a skitter in her midsection along with warmth farther below that he had cared enough to do it.

She had come to discover that about him. Despite all the tabloid gossip and bad boy antics, he cared about others. His sister. Mother. Possibly even the father that denied his existence.

Maybe even her.

She laid her hand over her fluttering midsection and walked to the French door. He seemed distant, a solitary figure looking almost lost against the vastness of the ocean before him.

Not wanting to intrude without welcome, she rapped on the glass door and waited for his reception.

He turned, his face grim and set in sharply chiseled lines. They relaxed somewhat as he saw her, grabbed the handle of the door and slid it open.

She stepped out onto the balcony and he closed the door behind them.

The wind increased the chill of a day that was quickly fading to night. Intense reds and purples painted the sky and the ocean had darkened to slate grey with the arrival of night.

“Cold,” she said and wrapped her arms around herself. Even though she still had on her winter jacket, the wind seeped beneath the wool, which made her wonder how he stood there in nothing but fleece sweats braving the wind. Once again staring out at the ocean. The white of the bandage at his temple a glaring contrast to his skin in the dim dusk.

“Aren’t you cold?” she asked and patted her arms to try and generate some heat.

He hunched his shoulders, shot her a half glance. “I wasn’t sure you’d come back.”

“I said I would. I needed to see how you’re doing.”

He gave another shrug, seemingly indifferent except she sensed undercurrents beneath. Dangerous ones.

“I’m here. I’m alive. Consider your obligation fulfilled.”

A self-defense mechanism? she wondered. Push her away –push what he was feeling away – in order to keep from being hurt?

Only as she had discovered after pouring her heart out to Carmen, it was no easy thing to keep him at bay. Somehow he had touched her. Infiltrated those areas she had thought safe.

Trying to shore up her defenses, she beckoned toward the bag of food on the table within. “I brought food. I thought you might be hungry.”

Some emotion finally cracked the stern lines of his face. A hint of a smile and glitter in eyes that had gone to slate grey. He took a long stride toward her, until barely inches separated them. Laying a hand at her waist, he bracketed her side with it, sending her insides quivering.

Jesse glanced down at her, sensing the tremor in her body.

She was as aware of him as he was of her. At his touch, her gaze had gone wide, revealing eyes that were nearly black with desire. When she moistened her lips, the last of his restraint disappeared.

He bent his head, whispered against her lips. “I’m hungry, but not for food.”

Then he closed the distance and kissed her.
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Day 11 J.M. Madden & Embattled Hearts

Day 11: Embattled Hearts by J. M. Madden

Welcome back once again readers! We’ve been running/dashing/diving/walking-away-from-explosions through the Dangerous Passions box set and I’m wounded to admit that we’re almost through the list. Today we’ll be following J. M. Madden in her Lost ‘N’ Found brand investigation in “Embattled Hearts”!

A former marine takes on his love’s stalker in Dangerous Passions’ “Embattled Hearts” by @authorjmmadden! Dangerous Passions http://bit.ly/DPAmzUS #DPBoxSet

Blurb

For the first time in years, former Marine John Palmer has met a woman that makes him feel like the man he used to be, before his catastrophic injury.

John Palmer hasn’t felt like a real man since he was injured during combat in Iraq. Though not content with his new life, he is mostly adapting, just like the other vets at the Lost ‘N’ Found Investigative Service. When Shannon Murphy is hired on as the new office manager, life suddenly gets a lot more interesting. Before long, John finds himself wondering if he could ever be the kind of man Shannon needs.

Shannon Murphy wasn’t really looking for love when she hired on at LNF, but finds herself hopelessly attracted to the sex-on-wheels former Marine, John Palmer. The man is grumpy and nearly impossible to work with, but his brand of masculinity appeals to her on a basic level. Soon Shannon is wondering just what it would take for John to want her the way she wants him.

When an old enemy tries to settle a vendetta against Shannon, John insists on protecting her. He moves into her house, fanning the spark of attraction into a blaze. But the danger continues to escalate. Will the connection that they’ve found survive when they’re thrust into a fight for their lives?

Dangerous Passions eBook box set releases March 3rd for the special price of $0.99! Preorder today!!

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Teaser

The business was doing great, but he couldn’t help but be resentful that he was not part of the detectives out on the street. Looking down at his worthless legs, he was once again swamped with anger. As a Marine, it had been standard practice to run for five or ten miles a day. Now he was lucky if he could get his thigh to twitch on command. It was historic if he could get a hard-on.

Although, he thought with a slight smile, it was happening more and more often when Shannon was in the room.

The first time he’d met her, more than six months ago now, she and Mrs. Harrison had been kneeling on the floor going through files. Shannon had straightened and arched her back to work out the kinks. She’d been wearing a cute little pink outfit thing that clung to her lush curves, but she’d kicked off her high heels. The lust that had fired through his veins caught him totally off guard. For the first time in six years, he’d gotten excited looking at woman’s ass. Her legs were bare beneath the skirt. He sat stunned, soaking up her subtle beauty and the exhilaration of being turned on.

The women hadn’t seen him yet, so he cataloged everything he could about Shannon Murphy. Mrs. Harrison had said Shannon was extremely intelligent and would be a wonderful office manager, but she had not told them how exceedingly beautiful Shannon was, with her petite little shape and curly, dark chocolate-colored hair laying gently on her shoulders. Shannon was a good bit smaller than the older woman beside her, but curvy, and had a husky laugh that gave him chills. His own lips curled up in shared humor, even though he had no idea what she laughed at. Without conscious thought, he pushed his chair forward to get their attention.

Mrs. Harrison noticed him first, and pushed herself to her feet, then urged Shannon to join her. John barely heard the introduction as his eyes took in the details of her face. In honest fact, she was not classically beautiful. Actually, “cute” would more likely be applied to her mobile features and wide-set hazel eyes. Her broad smile started with up-tilted lips on one side, then spread to encompass her whole mouth.

He held out his hand and was entranced as she pumped energetically. Without blinking, he watched for any hint that the chair or his disability bothered her, but she seemed almost oblivious to the fact that he could not stand up to shake her hand. For the first time in longer than he could remember, he had met a person that not by word or deed made him feel like less than a man.
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Day 10 Dangerous Passions – 11 by Kylie Brant

Today we take a look at one of the more sinister stories in the dangerous passions box set. Kylie Brant takes tells us the story of a woman who escaped from the clutches of a wicked villain and to take him down once and for all. Her name was… “11”.

Mia Deleon escaped against the odds only to discover that no one would believe her-11 by .@kyliebrant Dangerous Passions http://bit.ly/DPAmzUS #DPBoxSet

Blurb

Eleven. For three long years that’s what she was called by The Collector, the sexual sadist who enslaved her.

Five years after escaping from The Collector Mia Deleon stops hiding and teams up with security expert Jude Bishop to track her former captor. Jude’s efforts to help Mia are complicated by the growing attraction between them. Because their race to trail the sexual sadist brings Mia ever closer to the man determined to see his collection finally complete….

A spec ops transporter for STORM Corps takes on drones, bad guys, and car chases on the coast of Italy—and falls for a beautiful scientist whose curves are far more dangerous than the road!

Dangerous Passions eBook box set releases March 3rd for the special price of $0.99! Preorder today!!

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Teaser

“Mia?” He pushed open the door, took a step inside the small space. The flimsy shower stall’s curtain was closed. His hand rose midway in the air to open it. Then he heard a slight sound behind him and immediately realized his mistake. Cool steel kissed the side of his throat.

“I had a little time to think while you were gone. And I decided that you owe me some answers.”

“Not bad.” Jude’s tone, damn him, held a tinge of amusement. “I wouldn’t have guessed you were that fast. You opened the window, and hid inside it, right? Behind the shade?”

“I’m the one with the questions, remember?” Mia increased the pressure against his throat. He wasn’t taking her seriously, but he should. There had been a few others in recent years that had underestimated her, to their regret. Right now she was half convinced he’d sold her information to Four and the demon that had enslaved them both. Paranoia was running high, warring with reason.

“I’m not fond of knives.” The humor had vanished from his voice. “Normal enough reaction, after someone tried to peel my face off with one.” With the speed of a striking snake his hand came up to clamp her wrist, while he pivoted toward her. Anticipating his move she pulled away, kicking his half bent knee while he was turning and danced out of reach.

“Nice move.” The compliment was delivered with almost clinical detachment. “You shouldn’t attempt to use a knife in close proximity with someone so much taller. It’s too easy to be overpowered, and you’re limited by your shorter reach.”

“Am I?” Her tone was derisive, her gazed fixed on his. “And yet here I am, still armed.”

“Only because I’m more interested in eating than in hurting you.” He started for the door. Stopped when she deliberately stepped in his way.

“As I said, you have some explaining to do.”

He spread his arms. “You want to slice me up? Go ahead. Aim for a major artery. Any other place and you risk the chance that I just take it away and use it on you.” A moment ticked by. She didn’t move. “No? Then I’m going back into the hall to get the food I left out there. We can eat while we talk.”

She let him go because she didn’t doubt that he’d return. Either because he didn’t take her seriously, or because he was that confident of his own defensive abilities. Probably both. Still wary, Mia lowered the knife to her side but didn’t put it away. She wasn’t without defensive moves of her own.

He reentered the room, stopping to relock it before striding to the bed, paper bags in his hands. She watched as he removed boxes from the bags, spreading them across the bed before he rummaged for plates, chopsticks, napkins and plastic silverware. He knelt in front of the bed and nonchalantly filled a plate, as if used to having an armed woman standing near him, only degrees away from doing him harm. Given his personality, maybe it was a common occurrence.

“There’s no way Four found me without help.” Her stomach growled, a reminder that she hadn’t eaten since breakfast. But she made no move toward the food. “I was too careful.”

Jude sat on his haunches, plate balanced in one hand while he expertly wielded chopsticks with the other. “You must have screwed up. Left a trail.”

The accusation had her fingers curling more tightly around the hilt of the knife. “Or you sold my information to her.”

He paused, the chopsticks midway to his lips. “Why would I do that?”

Mia jerked a shoulder. “The same reason people do anything. Money. Greed. Sex. Power. Pick one.”

“None of the above.” He continued eating, working around the different dishes he’d served on the plate. “You got complacent. It happens when people are on the run for too long. You must have let something slip to the wrong person. Made a phone call that could be traced. Left a cyber trail.”

She could have told him that complacency and carelessness set in only when people began feeling safe. Mia doubted she’d ever experience that particular emotion again. “Seems a lot of work when all she’d have to do is go to you. If you didn’t sell the information outright—and I’m not convinced you didn’t—maybe she hacked your computer files.”

He laughed at that, seeming genuinely amused. “Not a chance. And if she had she wouldn’t have found the information she was looking for there. You think I leave evidence that I provide services that some narrowly focused on the law might consider illegal?”

He had a way of setting her teeth on edge. “You’ll forgive me if that, coupled with your professed skepticism about my past doesn’t fill me with confidence.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t believe you. Exactly. I’m reserving judgment for the time being. Forget about that. All that matters right now is that I’ve found a fisherman who has agreed to get us to the Philippines. With any luck we can be back in the States in a few days.” He finished eating, then disposed of the garbage before stretching out on the sagging bed. “We have hours before we meet the boat. Don’t forget to close and lock the window.”

Mia gaped at him, vaguely insulted. He was sleeping? With an armed pissed off suspicious woman in the room? “You do appear to enjoy living dangerously.”

“If you were going to use that knife on me, you’d have done it already.” He didn’t bother opening his eyes. “And whatever doubts you might have, I’m your best chance of getting out of the country.”

Her fingers tightened around the hilt of the knife, but doubt filtered through her. Mia didn’t trust any man, but she distrusted Jude less than most. He didn’t have to like her. Or believe her. She just needed him to get her out of the country alive.
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#WriteWed Dangerous Curves by Nina Bruhns

Day 9: Dangerous Curves by Nina Bruhn

Welcome back readers! Today we’ll be hitting the road today with Nina Bruhn’s spec ops transporter thrill ride, “Dangerous Curves”

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Blurb

Careful around her curves…

A spec ops transporter for STORM Corps takes on drones, bad guys, and car chases on the coast of Italy—and falls for a beautiful scientist whose curves are far more dangerous than the road!

Dangerous Passions eBook box set releases March 3rd for the special price of $0.99! Preorder today!!

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Teaser

With as much dignity as she could muster, Linnea lowered herself into the passenger seat of the sports car.

 It wasn’t easy. The thing was as low-slung as a damned dachshund. She wasn’t super tall, but she felt like a giraffe folding herself into the deep, luxurious seat. Once there, it felt really nice, though. And it smelled good, too. Like a new car.

It smelled even better when Darryl slid gracefully into the driver’s seat—good grief, how did he even fit?—after tucking her carry-on into the front trunk of the car. She recognized the expensive European men’s fragrance he wore, though she couldn’t put a name to it. She’d forever associate the scent with the elegant men in the hushed paneled elevators of the posh hotels she and her parents had stayed in during that fateful summer vacation ten years ago.

 Surprisingly, the scent triggered only good memories. She’d been just sixteen then, shyly budding into her womanhood, and the European men they’d encountered at every turn had been charming and flattering, directing an undercurrent of sexual interest toward her that had been both flustering and flattering. Not to mention highly arousing to a young girl with dreams of being swept off by an honest-to-goodness prince charming. It happened in the movies all the time, so why not to her, too?

 In the end, she would much rather have been rescued by a genuine hero than a useless prince.

 A lot of her childish fantasies had been crushed to dust that summer.

 But the smell of that sexy cologne took her body back to before that all happened. Against her better judgment, it got her juices flowing and her foolish imagination creeping into the kind of fairytale territory far better left slumbering in its stone tower high above the grey clouds of reality.

She’d learned years ago there were no such things as princes…or heroes. A girl just had to learn to do the rescuing herself.

She turned to Darryl and forced a smile. “Sorry I snapped at you, Mr. Bachmann. I was—” Worried about her life’s work? Freaked out by being in Italy again? Mortified by being so turned on by him and the scent of his damned cologne? “It was a long flight,” she finally managed.

He pushed a button and the engine roared to life as he returned a smile that actually seemed sincere. “No worries, doc. And if we’re going to be hanging around together for the next two weeks, you better call me Darryl.”

She blinked. Momentarily distracted from him calling her doc again.

Wait.

“T-two weeks? You a-and me?” she stammered in disbelief.

No. That was not possible. She’d be a hot mess if she had to share space with that ridiculous body and that impossible cologne for more than a few hours.

 “Sure. Buckle up, ma’am. Safety first.” He looked at her expectantly.

 She stared back at him. “W-why would we be hanging around together?”

 His brows flickered, and when she still didn’t move, he calmly leaned across her and reached for the seatbelt himself. As he grasped it, he said, “Didn’t they tell you?”

Fireworks were suddenly going off in her whole body. He was so close he was practically touching her. Hell, he was touching her. His broad shoulder was brushing hers, and oh, my God, his chest was pressing lightly against her breasts.

No wonder she was feeling fireworks. 

She felt like Marvin the crash dummy. Her body was frozen in place, her muscles unable to move even a millimeter. Not even to answer his question. If it was a question. She wasn’t sure. Because that damned cologne had invaded her senses. And then he turned his head and was looking at her with a weird expression on his handsome face…that was actually more rugged and tan and windswept than classically handsome, which was, naturally, even more attractive in her eyes. And like Marvin, she could clearly see the terrible crash coming right at her, lethal and heart-wrenching and life-altering, but was unable to do a damned thing about it.

Somehow, she managed to pry open her mouth and croak out the words, “Tell me what?”

She felt the seatbelt stretch across her body, but for the life of her she didn’t know how, because he wasn’t moving away. If anything, his body pressed infinitesimally closer into hers. His warmth invaded her, making her shiver, and his breath whispered across her face.

“This is your test vehicle,” he murmured, the dark rumble of his voice penetrating the deepest reaches of her insides. Just the car engine, she told herself, though she knew that was a lie.

“Oh?”

Slowly, his gaze dropped to her lips. Which parted all on their own in horrified delight.

Oh, God.

The seatbelt closed with a deafening snap. Her body jerked, brushing against his just hard enough there was no way he could miss feeling her pebbled nipples.

Her pulse zinged into hyperspace. Ohgod-ohgod-ohgod.

“Yeah. And I,” he said, meeting her desperate gaze again, “am your assigned transporter.”
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