#FreebieFriday – Desire Calls or Under the Boardwalk

Dark and sexy or light and sexy? Which do you prefer? Can’t make up your mind? Choose both of today’s free downloads!

Desire Calls Teaser

Welsh vampire Blake has given up on any chance of love.

From the moment Blake Richards runs into sexy college coed Meghan Thomas, he imagines that it’s possible for him to actually fall in love once again. But when he loses control during their lovemaking, he has to decide between letting Meghan die or turning her. Blake turns her earning her eternal hatred and losing his chance for love. Until he runs into vampire elder Stacia and her power and humanity call to him in unexpected ways and make him believe that love just might be possible with the beautiful immortal.

Vampire elder Stacia hasn’t felt the pull of love in centuries.

Hidden from humans and feared by her own kind due to her immense age and powers, Stacia has few friends and even fewer lovers. The other elders urge her to give up on eternal love, but something inside Stacia says that if she does she will lose the very last bit of the humanity in her heart. But after a chance encounter with Blake, his spirit and strength intrigue her and she imagines that finally she may have found the man worthy enough to be her eternal companion.

Download this dark and sexy novella at https://claims.prolificworks.com/free/dVMOvTrM

Under the Boardwalk Teaser

Natalie Ramirez has spent less and less time with her husband over the last year and more and more time alone. She longs for the happy days of summer when she and Chase would pass the time together on the beach and under the boardwalk, exploring the passion that simmered between them as hot as any summer sun.

Chase Smith had to work hard for everything he ever had, including his wife Natalie. His wife had never wanted for anything in her life and Chase didn’t want to disappoint her. But somewhere along the way, Chase lost sight of the most important thing she wanted: his love.

A passionate night under the boardwalk brought them together, but can Chase and Natalie rekindle that lost love and save their marriage?

Download this light and sexy novella at https://claims.prolificworks.com/free/CNe7OGhI
Freebie Friday Free Reads

#TeaserTuesday – Free Read from Temptation Calls Vampire Suspense

As you may know from visiting, THE CALLING IS REBORN Vampire Suspense series is a series of the heart. This particular book, TEMPTATION CALLS, is special to me because it tells the story of a woman who has overcome so much adversity and still has the strength to help others avoid the violence and pain she has experienced in her life. The heroine, Samantha Turner, is a mixed-race woman who suffered domestic violence and lost her life at the hands of a vampire. There’s also a twist you won’t see coming and it has to do with sexy Southern Vampire Ryder Latimer. I won’t spill, but it’s a big one! I hope you enjoy this free read.
The Calling is Reborn Vampire Suspense series

Teaser

As lives went, both of hers had sucked.

Samantha Turner’s long existence has been filled with nothing but brutality and pain.  But despite that, she still has the strength to help others escape the violence she could not and deep inside her undead heart, she still hopes that one day she will find love. When NYPD Detective Peter Daly enters her life, Samantha dares to want the kind of life she thought she had forever lost.

It’s his job and his calling to keep his city safe.

NYPD Homicide Detective Peter Daly has but one goal in his life:  to protect and serve the people of the City of New York.  Ever since his ex-wife’s betrayal, Peter has stopped hoping for the kind of life he’d thought he’d once have.  One with a loving woman and kids waiting for him after a day of fighting for justice.  The last thing he expected or wanted was to fall in love with a woman whose immortal existence threatens to pull him into an underworld unlike any he could have imagined. But can Peter ignore the temptation that calls him to be her lover?

Excerpt

Chapter 1
Spanish Harlem, 2004

As lives went, both of hers had sucked. Still, life went on and on and on, and everyday things still had to be dealt with.

Samantha Turner bore the weight of the heavy bags without complaint. They were filled with groceries for the women and children at her shelter — The Artemis Shelter. She’d struggled to be able to make it a reality and had finally succeeded a few years ago.

Now she was finally doing something positive with this life. The shelter was a resting place; a halfway house where women and their children could heal and find a way out of the abusive relationships in their lives. With her help, many families had already broken the cycle of violence which had cursed Samantha’s existence.

The local Gristedes would have delivered the groceries, but after being trapped indoors all day long, Samantha wanted to go out into the night air. Savor the activity of the city that never slept. Revel in its humanity and prepare for another day of battling its cruelty.

The bags pulled at her arms, not that she minded. Just another half a block and she’d be home. Back at the shelter.

She rounded the corner onto her block and noticed the group lingering on the stoop next to the shelter — a few youths from the neighborhood and two younger children. It was nearly midnight. Too late for them and their hip hop music blaring from the boom box on the railing.

Despite the distance and the dark, Samantha was able to identify who loitered on the stoop: Juan Williams, his little brother and sister, plus an assortment of kids from Juan’s self-made posse. Mrs. Williams worked the late shift at a nearby hospital and Juan was supposed to take care of things when she was gone.

He did anything but, Samantha thought as she quickened her pace so that she could get the younger Williams children inside and in bed where their mother expected them to be. It was the kind of thing they all did for one another in the neighborhood — watching out for each other to try and improve their daily lives.

In the years since Samantha had brought the Artemis Shelter to this part of New York, life had gotten better for this block and that sense of community had slowly spread to the adjacent blocks. Funny that her little point of light came from something darker than most could begin to imagine.

Samantha was halfway down the street when a car came sharply around the corner, tires squealing it car swerved for a moment before the driver could right it. The squeal was not enough to hide the other noises Samantha heard. The lock and load sound of a weapon. The voices urging on the shooter as he stuck himself halfway out the open window of the car as it traveled toward her and the youths on the stoop.

So many in harm’s way. Too many, she thought.

Samantha dropped the bags and in the brief span of a second made a difficult decision. Accelerating beyond human speed, she grabbed the two youngest children and carried them down the stairs to the shelter’s lower level. She shoved them into a far corner of the stairwell before returning to street level to help the others.

The loud pop-pop-pop of gunfire erupted in the night. Bullets flew, striking sparks where they hit brick and stone. Splattering blood and bits of human where they connected with flesh and bone.

The teenagers scurried to get away, their bodies jerking and thrashing about as they failed to avoid the line of fire.

As Samantha reached for one youth, a bullet tore into her upper back and another lower, into her side, the impact of the bullets nearly knocking her over. She kept on moving, carrying the teenager away from the stoop and to the stairwell while the shooter continued to fire.

Then as suddenly as it began, it stopped. The car peeled away with another angry squeal of its tires. Samantha heard the congratulations and rejoicing of its occupants. Anger rose up sharply within her. She left the children and teenager in the stairwell and raced after the car, intent on retribution, the animal within wanting vengeance.

As she neared the back of the car, the human side of her rose up. Instead of going for the throat of the nearest occupant, she memorized the faces of those responsible, and then dropped back and noted the car’s license plate number.

When the car whipped around the far corner, Samantha stopped chasing it. Others needed her. Even this far down the block, the smell of gun smoke and blood was strong. Too strong, Samantha thought, battling the urge threatening to overwhelm her.

She took a deep breath, began a slow walk back to the stoop. In the distance there was already the sound of a siren, fast approaching. It grated on her sensitive hearing and she reached up to cover her ears.

The familiar touch of his strong hand came against her shoulder. She turned.

“They can’t see you like that,” he said, motioning with his free hand to her face. “And you’re hurt.”

“I’ll be okay, Ricardo, but . . . Is there anything you can do for the others?” Samantha asked him and gestured down the block to where bodies littered the stoop and sidewalk.

Ricardo slipped off his jacket and draped it around her shoulders, revealing his naked chest and a low-slung pair of pajama bottoms. He’d clearly just run out of his place — a small botanica on the corner of her block — without bothering to change.

“I’m not sure — ”

“Someone has to see to them. I can’t go back right now,” Samantha said. There were too many things trapping her in her current state — her anger, the smell of blood and the pain from her injuries. She couldn’t afford to have her secret revealed to anyone else.

Ricardo nodded, reached into the pocket of his jacket and handed her the keys to his place. “Go and rest. I’ll do what I can.”

Samantha thanked him, and then quickly gave Ricardo a description of the occupants of the car and the license plate number. With his keys in hand, she fled to the safety of Ricardo’s botanica. Once inside, the smells of the various herbs, flowers and candles he kept there calmed her heightened senses. She moved slowly toward the back of the shop and the steps leading up to Ricardo’s living area.

She’d been there often. Many in the neighborhood suspected them of being lovers. None could have guessed the true nature of their relationship.

Samantha slipped off his jacket and draped it over the small sofa in the parlor before Ricardo’s bedroom. Slowly she walked to his bathroom to wash the blood off her hands and wondered how many had been killed. Guilt flooded her that she hadn’t been able to save more of them.

Gazing up at the mirror, she saw nothing. No guilt. No anguish. No image. She hadn’t seen one in over one hundred and forty one years.

She eased off her shirt, reached up and ran her hand over the burning spot high on her shoulder. There was but a half-closed hole left and beneath her fingers, there was the shifting of muscle as her body slowly expelled the bullet that had ripped into her flesh.

Further down, along her side, was a ragged exit wound where the bullet had passed completely through her. Here as well the bleeding had stopped and the wound was already beginning to knit.

It would take a little longer, but not much. The healing would leave her weak, however.

Samantha slipped her shirt back on and headed for Ricardo’s bedroom and the rocker he kept there so that she could rest. The rocker reminded her of her mother and how she’d sway Samantha to sleep as a child. She curled up on the rocker’s worn wooden seat, thinking whatever blood managed to escape her wounds would be easy to clean from the chair’s surface. Huddling tight, she rocked back and forth, and thought, “Maman, will it never end?”

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#WriteWed – The Best Thing About Writing

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again! The absolutely best thing about writing is getting to spend time with all of you! I love getting to know you and talking books with you. So I hope I will see some of you at one of my upcoming events and conferences. Please take a moment to check out the list and if you have anything going on nearby that you want for me to attend, please drop me a line and I will see if I can make it!

Upcoming Events

    Liberty States Fiction Reader and Writer Conference
    March 30-31, 2019
    Saturday book fair is open to the general public!
    Liberty States Fiction Writers Conference
    Renaissance Woodbridge Hotel
    Iselin, NJ

    Book Lovers Con
    May 15-19, 2019
    Hyatt Regency New Orleans
    601 Loyola Ave, New Orleans, LA 70113
    For more info please visit https://www.bookloverscon.com

    IWWG Summer Writers Conference 2019: Writing the Body:
    Voice, Art, and Craft in a Changing World

    July 12-19, 2019
    Muhlenberg College
    Allentown, PA
    For more info, please visit https://www.iwwg.org/summer-conference/

    Romance Writers of America National Conference
    July 24-27, 2019
    Literacy Signing is open to the general public.
    New York Marriott Marquis
    1535 Broadway
    New York, New York
    For more info please visit https://www.rwa.org/p/cm/ld/fid=564

Hope to see you soon!

Happy Spring & Can’t Wait for Summer!

There’s a four letter word that comes to mind when talking about the second day of spring: SNOW. Supposedly lots of it so I’m sharing the start of the storm with you here!

It just makes me long for summer that much more and if you’re like me, how about getting a jump on summer with some beach reads! Especially when the price is so right, like 99 cents right.

One Summer Night, #1 in the At the Shore series, was a Publishers Weekly Top 10 Fall Romance and also featured in the NY Times. You can pick up #1 here and also read the first three chapters for free at Radish!

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Radish: Read three chapters for free – http://bit.ly/2AERQFk

Sourcebooks Casablanca What Happens in Summer Contemporary RomanceWhat Happens in Summer, #2 in the At the Shore Contemporary Romance Series, is now available for pre-order and will release in early June. I absolutely love this sexy and emotional tale between a laid back surfer dude billionaire and an uptight uber responsible NYC lawyer.

You Can Order WHAT HAPPENS IN SUMMER Here:

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Kobo: Coming Soon!

#ManCandyMonday Congratulations Hall of Famer Mike Piazza

I love Mike Piazza! I have his jersey. His and David Wright’s. Two great guys who played with all their heart for the Mets.

Mike was signed to the Dodgers as a favor, but he soon earned his spot with his powerful hitting. In fact, he’s the best hitting catcher of all time.

My most memorable moment of Mike as a Met was at the first game being held at Shea Stadium after September 11th. With the Mets down in the eighth inning, Mike came up to the plate and hit a home run to give the Mets the lead over the Braves.

Mike spent over eight years with the Mets and was inducted into the Hall of Fame this weekend as a Met, joining Tom Seaver as the only other Met in the Hall of Fame.

You go, Mike! You can click here to read highlights from Mike’s emotional and wonderful Hall of Fame speech.

Mike Piazza Mets Hall of Famer

#ThrowbackThursday NY World’s Fair with My Sis

I remember the World’s Fair like it was yesterday! We went a few times since we lived close by back then. I loved the It’s a Small World exhibit that eventually made its way to the Disney theme parks. This is a photo of my sister and me at the fair. We were all ready for the sun with our cowboy hats! My sister was already shooting up to be taller than me. Sigh.

Some people don’t think that my sis and I look alike, but I think in this photo you can see that our faces are very similar. Especially the eye scrunch. We both have light colored eyes and they are more sensitive to the sun.
worldsfair