Monday, January 20, 2014

Haunted Love: Now available in print! #ghosts #romance #PNR

I'm so excited to announce that all three books from the Hauntings at Inner Harbor ghost series are now available in one print book!

What do you get when you mix rugged guys, gorgeous women, a century-old haunted apartment building and meddling ghosts? Spicy, spine-tingling romance for three sexy couples, that’s what!

Pete doesn’t believe in ghosts. At least, not until he meets Angie, the beautiful spirit that haunts his apartment. Angie is looking for answers about her former earthly life, and Pete needs a reason to believe. But even if they find what they’re searching for, how can they share all the intimacies love has to offer…if he’s human and she’s a ghost!

Altered Frequency
Popular deejay Missy has decided the best way to heal from a tragic loss is to avoid men with dangerous jobs, and that includes her good-looking neighbor, Blake. When a matchmaking ghost gets involved—and danger rears its terrifying head—Missy and Blake realize they need each other in ways that are anything but physical.

Sidelined Afterlife
Try as he might, Hunter can’t shake the ghost that has been shadowing him. Enter Veronica, the psychic-medium who hates her “gift.” They realize early on that the only path to freedom is to help Hunter’s ghost find closure on unfinished business in this world. What Hunter and Veronica don’t realize is that falling in love might be part of the plan.

Available now on Amazon

Thursday, January 16, 2014

Check out Haley Whitehall's newest release #valentine #romance

Today's guest is Haley Whitehall! She's here today to chat about time travel and her newest release, Love, Valentine Style. Hope you'll check out what promises to be a terrific read.

Time Traveling to find Mr. Right


I’ve often felt like I was born in the wrong generation. Ever since I first learned about the Civil War in school I had a strong connection to that era. Do you believe in past lives? Some people have read my writing and suggested I had a past life during the Civil War. All I know is I wish I had a time machine so I could go into the past and find my Mr. Right.

I guess that is what inspired me to write “Civil War Valentine.” The heroine Charlie Bristol, a museum curator, is the closest to being me than all the previous characters I have written. Writing her story filled a need for me to give myself a happy ending. Okay. Whew that was kind of deep, wasn’t it?

Valentine’s Day celebrates love, and maybe due to all the sappy Hallmark movies and TV shows it also seems magical to me. Valentine’s Day magic is evident in not only “Civil War Valentine” but in all the novellas in Love, Valentine Style.

If you had a time travel machine where in the past would you go to find Mr. Right? For recently divorced Charlie Bristol she didn’t have choice, but she was pleased with her destination.


Blurb Love, Valentine Style (Civil War Valentine by Haley Whitehall)

Recently divorced museum curator Charlie Bristol comes to Seattle to set up a display at the Fine Art museum chronicling the history of Valentine’s Day. The director of the museum surprises her with a package of Civil War valentines from an anonymous donor. She reads the heartfelt messages and is touched by his words. Does such powerful love still exist?


During a nap she dreams she’s alive during the Civil War and meets Elliot Lowery, the author of the valentines who mistakes her for his fiancĂ©e Charlotte. She and Elliot negotiate the murky waters of wartime romance. When she wakes she’s still under the dream's spell and Valentine’s Day love is in the air, but Charlotte has no reason to celebrate. The man she loves died 150 years ago. Unless love works some miracle even time and death cannot overcome.



The stew made her mouth water. This was classic country cooking, nothing like she was used to having in New York City.

There was a knock at the door. Her chest constricted. Who could that be? Another knock. She found herself drawn to the door and slowly opened it as if the stranger might bite her.

A young man with thick black hair and a sexy five o’clock shadow stood there, a single red rose in his hand. He straightened, bringing his boot clad feet together. She worked her gaze up from his feet all the way up his long legs to his broad shoulders and dreamy blue-gray eyes. He was dressed in a Union uniform, the blue wool coat unbuttoned to reveal his white shirt underneath.

My imagination sure knows how to construct a good looking soldier!

The man smiled, showing a row of straight teeth. “Miss Adams,” he said in a deep voice. When she raised her eyebrow at the use of her maiden name, he frowned slightly. “I know I’ve been gone for several months, but I didn’t expect you to forget me.”


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Haley Whitehall lives in Washington State where she enjoys all four seasons and the surrounding wildlife. She writes historical fiction and historical romance set in the 19th century U.S. When she is not researching or writing, she plays with her cats, watches the Western and History Channels, and goes antiquing. She is hoping to build a time machine so she can go in search of her prince charming. A good book, a cup of coffee, and a view of the mountains make her happy. Visit Haley’s website at


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Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Blog Swap: Tara Quinn's Delicious Delay #multicultural

Welcome to Tara Quinn! Tara and I are taking over each other's blogs today since we both have new releases. Get to know Tara and her books a little better here today, and then I hope you'll stop by Tara's blog because she asked me some very interesting questions on the interview on her blog!

Welcome, Tara! Please tell us a little about yourself.

Hi Joya and thanks for having me over! I would describe myself as a newbie romance author. My very first novella was published about a year ago, and since then I’ve written three other novellas (all romance, but each falling into a different subgenre—sci-fi/post apocalyptic, fantasy, suspense, and contemporary). My contemporary romance, Delicious Delay, was released by Decadent Publishing a little over two weeks ago.
Wow...first of all HUGE congrats on your successful year! That's amazing. What inspires you to write?
Reading other books. Whenever a new book by Nalini Singh or Kresley Cole comes out, I inhale it, and then I go back and reread their older books. This usually results in a “I wish I could write like that one day” moment, after which I flip open my laptop and start practicing.
That's a great inspiration. Readers make the best writers, right? What would be a *perfect* day for you?
Okay, this is really boring, but here goes:
08:30 – Wake up to the smell of cooked breakfast and hot tea (courtesy of husband).
09:00 – Take care of all the early morning essentials.
09:30 – Take a pot of hot tea to the balcony and start writing.
12:00 – Go to the Gym for a Les Mills exercise class of some kind
13:00 – Replenish the calories I just burned.
14:30 – After a shower and change of clothes, continue writing (interspersed with online “breaks”).
17:00 – Call it quits for the day, settle on the couch, and fire up the Xbox.
18:30 – Dinner (with cheesecake for desert)
20:00 – Change into PJs and watch TV until it’s time to sleep.
Haha! I don't think that's boring...sounds pretty fun. And relaxing. Can you tell us about the setting of your Delicious Delay? Why did you choose it?
It’s an unspecified Middle Eastern Airport inspired by the one in Abu Dhabi, UAE. I was stranded there for eight hours and decided it would be a perfect spot for a short erotic romance.
That's very cool! A great way to make the best of your delay, too. What's the most romantic thing any has done for you?
After watching me struggle to type Tower in the Woods (my first published novella) on his iPad, my husband snuck out of the house and bought me a Macbook Air.
Very sweet of your hubby! Where can readers get your book?
I’ve consolidated all the links on my website (, but below are the main ones.
Thanks for stopping by today, Tara, and for doing this fun blog swap!
Find Tara online here:
Delicious Delay - Blurb:
Stranded in a Middle Eastern airport, Michelle Day finds herself the object of interest for an abrasive, but all-too-sexy stranger—a stranger who tempts her with the forbidden in a land where indecency could get her killed. But how does one say no to such a deliciously, relentless pursuit?
Khalid Al Dehri takes one look at the red-headed spitfire in the business class lounge and knew he’d either been transported to heaven—or hell. Her tart response to his surliness intrigues him beyond all propriety and the longer he spends in her company, the more he can’t deny his forbidden attraction. But will she explore the sensuality between them or will society’s rules keep them apart?
He grinned. “So I have a proposal.”
She tried to get her breathing under control, without much success. “Why am I sure it’s an indecent one?”
He motioned his head toward the far end of the lounge. Latticed wooden screens gave that particular section more privacy. In an L-shaped room, the tucked-away location prevented a direct line of sight from the dining or reception areas.
He got up and offered her his hand. She hesitated for a long moment before taking it. With faltering footsteps, she followed him. More private or not, limits on how far this could go existed due to them being in an airport lounge. Since her self-control had chosen today to take a vacation, she appreciated the imposed constraint.
He lowered himself onto a plush leather sofa deep inside the cordoned area. With walls on either side and screens strategically angled, the space seemed to have been designed as a spot for people to nap.
On the brink of crossing a dangerous line, she hesitated. “What exactly do you have in mind?”
“I’m just giving you the opportunity to have your way with me,” he offered, his face the picture of innocence.
She hadn’t expected that answer. “I don’t quite follow.”
He kicked one of his legs out and tangled it with hers. She stumbled and instinctively moved her hands forward to brace herself. Her palms flattened over his hard muscled chest when she landed.
She traced the shape of his pectorals. “What do you do all day? Work out?”
He chuckled, the low rumble all male. “I have access to the best personal trainers money can buy. They help keep me honest.”
She shook her head in disbelief as the man preened. “Have you heard of a concept called humility?”
“It’s not one of my virtues,” he admitted. “I’ve never understood the point.”
She sighed. “It’s the polite thing to do.”
He placed his forefinger under her chin and tipped her head up, his expression playful. “So what is a sweet, polite, goody two shoes doing on top of me?”

Monday, January 6, 2014

Olivia Starke's Project Terminal: Legacy Book 1

Please welcome Olivia Starke and her newly released series today. Once you read this sneak peek about the book, you'll want to get your copy quickly!
Project Terminal: Legacy Book 1 Olivia's new paranormal erotic romance series is available NOW from Beachwalk Press Amazon B&N ARe


Zombies and super soldiers? Laura is the one hope for a world gone Hollywood crazy.

In only a matter of hours Laura Swift has been bitten by a zombie, rescued by Mr. Tall, Dark, and Foreboding, and thrown into a world gone Hollywood crazy. She has no choice but to follow Damian into his underworld of manipulated viruses and genetically altered super soldiers. Even as her life hangs in the balance, she can't deny the attraction she feels for the incredibly sexy and thoroughly imposing Infantryman.

Damian Gonsalves believes he has a cure for the virus changing innocent people into bloodthirsty undead. Within Laura is the key to stopping the horrific plague. All he has to do is keep her alive and safe, and stay one step ahead of those pursuing them. Her stubbornness frustrates him to no end, while her body drives him to distraction.

When they discover the secret behind Project Terminal, will they survive long enough to help stop the unleashed horror? Or will they just be two more victims of a virus threatening all of humanity?

"Four more hours. We have to prepare."
Laura went cold. "Prepare?"

"The progression will snowball from here." His voice dead, he continued to stare at some unseen view.

He'd kissed her with such passion, now he spoke without emotion. How could someone do such a turnabout? The lousy bastard. Rage, white hot in intensity, shot through her, her head swimming with it.

"Maybe you're just stupid, Damian. Stupid for allowing a zombie thing to attack me. I wouldn't be dying if it wasn't for you. You deserve this, not me." Her fists balled at the injustice of it all. "You should die for this."

She sucked in wheezing breaths, unable to fill her lungs, and fell back on her butt. Her eyes widened, searching a darkened corner of the room, a distorted face appearing from the shadows. It grinned with broken, yellowed teeth, its eyes glowing in the dimness.

She gagged over raw terror.

"Oh my God, I saw something over there." She scrambled backward. "Damian, one of those things is in here."

* * * *

Damian glanced around the sparsely furnished room. Other than a few flies and mosquitoes buzzing around them they were alone.

He closed his eyes, the weight of guilt pressing down making it difficult to speak. "We're alone, Laura. Nobody else is in here."

The night wore on, and fits of anger mingled with her confusion. Several times he'd had to prevent her from dashing out the door. He paced the confines of the living room, waiting for the last of the madness to run its course. Laura lay on the floor, lashing out toward some unseen attacker, before her breathing became rapid, labored pants. White foam bubbled from her mouth.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, turning away. He'd become disillusioned with the system he'd given his life to shortly after discovering they'd screwed up royally in creating the virus. In a lab he'd watched a man succumb to it, changing into a soulless corpse. It'd been horrific the first time he'd witnessed it. Afterward Headquarters had assigned him to track down an infected woman outside of the facility. It was his duty as a super soldier to clean up their mistakes. Now he wanted nothing more than to see the lab destroyed, something he should've done in the first place. He should've listened to Doug and Max, two of the doctors from the early days of the project. Their warnings had come to pass, but he'd been a stubborn, misinformed jackass.

Curled in the fetal position, Laura looked like a sick child, fragile and broken. His throat constricted, even though it was ridiculous to have feelings for someone you didn't know. He was military, Army Infantry, for Christ's sake, he knew how to pull a trigger without regret.

Laura rolled onto her back, staring toward the ceiling with glassy eyes. Despite the tremulous hold she had on life, she was already dead.

He existed as a government killing machine—an automaton they'd designed. Nothing more. He'd given his humanity away to the project. He wasn't much better than the corpses he hunted.

"I'm so sorry this happened to you, baby. You were right, I deserved this, not you."

His vision blurred when he stared down the barrel, the silencer aimed squarely between her eyes, his heart beating a crazed rhythm in his chest. His finger squeezed ever so slightly on the trigger. Outside a mourning dove called to its mate, a haunting song echoing in the room. He recalled a story from his youth about how a dove would arrive to carry a person's soul to the afterlife. If he believed in anything but the here and now, in that moment he would've thought it true.

Laura's mouth gaped open, strangled noises escaping her throat, seizures taking her into death throes.

He lowered his arm and thumped the butt of his gun against his thigh, waiting for the monster to appear. When she became the undead, when she moved to attack him, he'd have the power to destroy her. She deserved one last try to get the best of him. Maybe it wasn't Laura anymore, but he'd honor the fighting spirit within her. She'd never get past him, but if she took a piece of him in the process he'd have an excuse to end the whole goddamned thing here, in this stinking house. If he ever got infected his duty would be to put a bullet in his own head.

Laura's body stilled, her eyelids drifting closed.

Any moment…

Her eyes popped wide open, her back arching. She sucked in a breath as if surfacing from deep waters. He turned his body sideways, leveling his gun in dead aim, waiting for the corpse to lunge.


Friday, January 3, 2014

Resolutions is Now Available in Print #HonorGuardSeries

Welcome Teri Riggs today! Resolutions, one of the books in Teri's Honor Guard series, is now available in print. Hope you'll check it out. I'm off to get my copy now (and is that a sexy cover, or what?)!

Honor Guard Series
by Teri Riggs

DEA agent Eve Taylor has had her fill of alpha males. When Resolutions’ operative and former lover, Dillon “Mac” McKenna, threatened her hard-earned independence, she ran. On a mission to gather evidence against a Colombian drug-lord, Eve discovers the drug-lord is helping terrorists plan an attack on American soil. Before she can escape with the vital information, she’s captured and comes face to face with her mortality…

As a teen, Mac watched his family fall apart after his mother died doing dangerous U.N. work. The possibility of losing Eve to a mission ignited an overwhelming need to protect her. When he forced her to choose him or her job, she walked away. Two years later, it seems all his nightmares have come true and he’s tasked with rescuing her from a Colombian prison. Mac has never stopped loving Eve, but does he dare risk his heart when he’s so terrified of losing…

On the run, Mac and Eve must learn to trust each other again in order to stay alive.

Note: Resolutions is a private black ops agency specializing in the near-impossible extractions of kidnap victims, hostages, and all forms of intelligence other agencies have failed to retrieve.

Honor Guard Series

Resolutions is available as an ebook and NOW you can get it on Amazon in print!
About the Author:
 As a small girl Teri didn’t read bedtime stories, she made up her own. When her children came along, Teri always tweaked the fairy tales she told her daughters, giving them a bit more punch and better endings when needed.
Now she spends her days turning her ideas into books. She lives in Marietta, GA with her husband.
Contact Details:
Twitter: @TeriLRiggs

Enjoy the following excerpt for RESOLUTIONS:

Beefy hands wrenched Eve awake from a fevered sleep, pulled her from the cell, and shoved her into a musty-smelling hallway. I’m being moved? A guard pushed her with one hand, keeping a tight grip on an AK-47 rifle with his other.

Her shoulder throbbed in perfect cadence with the pains shooting through her broken wrist, and she had one badass headache from being punched in the face a few too many times. Using her good hand, she walked fingers across one cheek, then the other. The right side was totally numb. Her eye had swollen shut, and she couldn’t see a damn thing out of it. She ran her tongue across her teeth and tasted the tart, copper flavor of blood. Three teeth loose. Well, at least they’re still in place.

In spite of the relentless pain, she stayed determined to survive whatever Mendoza dished out. She wasn’t a quitter. No, sir. Duncan Falls, Iowa didn’t grow quitters. Eve ignored the constant ache in her ribs, courtesy of a guard’s overzealous kick, and took in a deep breath. She willed herself to stay alert, to keep pushing. Escape. Third times the charm.

Eve slapped the guard’s dirty hand. “Hey, Pedro, stop being so damned pushy. Where we going anyway? We got a hot date I’ve forgotten about?”

He looked puzzled then shoved her again.

“Don’t understand English, do you, Diego? Bet you understand this.” Eve drove her elbow into the guard’s face. Thick rubbery cartilage gave, and she whooped triumphantly.

Blood squirted from his nose and he screamed.

Eve stepped back. “Yep, I’m pretty sure you understand that.”

Unable to grab the guard’s assault rifle, she clutched her injured shoulder, and took off in a slow jog, no longer able to push any harder.

Her escape was short lived.

Resolutions was a finalist in the prestigious Daphne Du Maurier contest for unpublished authors.