I'm so excited to announce that For Her Protection is now available to Pre-order! It's a little cheaper too, so get it before it goes up!
Friday, 30 May 2014
Tuesday, 20 May 2014
Tuesday Tease
Here's a little teaser to brighten up your Tuesday!
For Her Protection is out on the 30th May 2014.
Add it to your Goodreads shelf!
Tuesday, 13 May 2014
Cover Reveal and GIVEAWAY Melting Into You
Available
on June 16 2014, the second book in the Due South series.
Big,
sexy men who don’t relate well to kids need not apply…
Kezia
Murphy plays her widow card well. When you don’t trust people not to let you
down, it’s easier to not get involved—and getting involved with a man who makes
her skin sizzle just by looking at him would be una pazzia—crazy! Four years ago while Kezia’s daughter, Zoe,
battled leukaemia, a tragic accident stole her husband’s life. Starting over in
the little town of Oban where she’s adopted into the close knit community on
Stewart Island, Kezia and her daughter are all the family the other needs.
Except Zoe yearns for more.
New
Zealand’s worst candidate for instant fatherhood…
Ben doesn’t do
gooey emotional stuff. He doesn’t do
cosy home and family. And he sure isn’t the big teddy-bear Kezia Murphy, the
woman he secretly fantasises about, thinks he is. So when Jade, his surprise eight-year-old
daughter arrives on his doorstep, he’s a D-minus student struggling to pass a
crash-course in parenting.
They’ll
either melt or raze their lives to the ground…
When the sparks
of attraction between Kezia and Ben fan into an inferno, Ben doesn’t know how
much longer the layers of resistance around his heart can resist melting into
the gooey mess he fears. The more he fights it the harder it is to make the
choice that will destroy the family he now longs to claim.
(Excerpt)
He moved like a much
smaller, lighter man. A runner or a gymnast—all coiled power that could switch
from casual swagger to lightning-fast action in a heartbeat.
She licked dry lips as he
stalked closer, a witty response swallowed by the slow burn kindling low in her
body. Both English and Italian deserted her, and she simply drank him in. Too
good-looking, too confident—too much of everything that eroded her
determination to resist him.
Bracing her spine as he
stood alongside her, she waited for the punch line or another double entendre.
But he said nothing.
Just gazed down with a small
half smile. Which was another word for a smirk—a baby, you know you’re impressed smirk.
She fanned herself with the
edge of the board. Did she need a reminder of why she hated Alpha males? After
growing up in a home full of five bull-headed Alpha brothers, no, she did not.
Ben’s arm brushed hers as he
moved to let Noah past. Beneath her summery dress, her nipples puckered against
her lacy bra cup.
Oh, no! Not again.
Kezia hugged the clipboard
to her chest and closed her eyes. Please
St. Paula, let the clipboard base be wide enough to cover my boobs.
A soft, rumbling sound next
to her—Ben chuckling.
Sweet Mother! Had she spoken
aloud? A quick glance confirmed her worst fears unfounded. Ben stared blandly
into the crowd, as if he had no idea how much his closeness affected her.
Honestly, she should ask the
Patron Saint of Widows for more than boob coverage. She needed strength—brute
strength—to resist either the urge to murder the man, or the
almost-as-terrifying urge to jump his bones until he begged for mercy.
Due
South Series
Visit the wild
and beautiful Stewart Island and the Due South world by reading Book 1 of the Due
South series, In Too Deep.
Available from:
Author Bio.
Tracey Alvarez lives in the Coolest Little
Capital in the World (a.k.a Wellington, New Zealand) where she’s yet to be buried under her to-be-read book
pile by Wellington’s infamous wind—her Kindle’s a lifesaver! Married to a wonderfully supportive IT guy, she has two teens
who would love to be surgically linked to their electronic devices.
Fuelled by
copious amounts of coffee, she’s the author of contemporary romantic fiction
set predominantly in New Zealand. Small-towns, close communities, and families
are a big part of the heart-warming stories she writes. Oh, and hot,
down-to-earth heroes—Kiwi men, in other words.
When she’s not
writing, thinking about writing, or procrastinating about writing, she can be
found reading sexy books of all romance genres, nibbling on smuggled chocolate
bars, or bribing her kids to take over the housework.
Links
Monday, 12 May 2014
It's a date!
Ahhhhh...........
Guy's, I'm so excited to announce that For Her Protection will be releasing on....
MAY 30th!! Holy crap that's only two and a half weeks away! Thank you so much for all your support I can't wait to share this book with you.
xoxo
There's also a new blurb so head over to Goodreads to check it out. Don't forget to add it to your TBR shelf while you're there!
Thursday, 8 May 2014
Storm Clouds by Tamsin Baker
Storm Clouds by Tamsin Baker
Fantasy M/F Erotic Romance with F/F and F/F/M scenes.
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Blurb:
Nayla
is United to her beautiful unicorn Bronte. She knows the legends and is waiting
for the United pair that will complete their life. When Gorvan arrives with Seinna, his United,
she knows instantly he's her soul mate.
But
Gorvan is stubborn and scared. He wants to keep moving from town to town and
doesn’t believe Naylaa about their need for one another.
Naylaa
must make him see it... before greed and stubbornness tears them and their
beloved unicorns apart forever.
Excerpt:
A soldier on night
watch stepped out to greet them, surprising Naylaa and making her jump back
into Bronte's side.
It's alright, Naylaa.
Bronte's voice
calmed her and Naylaa saw the guard's eyes widen in awe, despite the pitch
black night.
"They are
expecting you," he stammered.
Naylaa had walked
slowly down the path to the town, unwilling to give into the fears haunting
her. Her palms had been sweating as she ran her hands through Bronte's mane,
her legs shaking as she had moved.
Let's go. The words and an impatient head butt made her walk faster. At least one
of them was certain of the decision.
Nodding her head at
the second guard, she walked through the open door and across the court yard,
remembering the way.
Another soldier
opened the main door for them and they stepped into the antechamber, filled
with candlelight. The King sat on a chair outside his wife's bedroom, and
jumped to his feet when he saw them.
"You came," he cried out in
excitement, his hands fluttering by his sides. "You both came," he
repeated, quieter this time as his eyes widened again as he took in Bronte's
form. Few people ever saw a unicorn.
Naylaa stopped a
few feet away and felt Bronte's bulk press against her as he moved up next to
her, his head held high. The tension within his strong body transferred to hers
and she placed a calming hand on his back.
I can smell her.
"Go into that
room, Bronte."
The stallion walked
past the quivering King and whinnied loudly. Bronte tossed his head restlessly.
I need to help.
Naylaa closed her
eyes as the pain Bronte transmitted through their bond, lanced through her. All
unicorns were made to heal other creatures, but they also felt their pain as if
it were their own. It was a double edged sword.
She is so close to death.
Naylaa frowned,
were they too late?
"Is he
alright?" The King asked startled by the noise Bronte was making.
"Bronte wants
to help. He doesn't like seeing people sick."
The King waited a
moment, his breath quickening before he asked the question she knew was
looming.
"Then why
doesn't he help you more often? Why isn't he in town?"
"Your
Highness, you know why. If I could trust the people not to touch him or hurt
him, I would. But I can't, and I won't subject Bronte to that sort of
stress."
She stalked
straight past the King, annoyed enough to want to shove him. How dare he make
her feel selfish for keeping Bronte to herself?
"Thank you for
coming." The Queen pulled herself up and into a sitting position, her eyes
bulging as she watched the black unicorn maneuver himself into position.
Bronte moved his
large body and head around so he was facing the sick Queen. He then lowered his
head and offered his horn to the suffering woman.
Tell her to touch me.
The Queen glanced
at Naylaa, fear and wonder in her pale green eyes.
"Just reach
out and run your hand down his horn. You will feel a tingle, then we will wait
whilst you both rest."
"I won't hurt
him?" The Queen began lifting her pale and bony hand, the effort to move
even that small amount showing in her strained face.
"No, but he
will be depleted. We will need to rest here for a little while."
The Queen ran her
fingertips over the grooves in Bronte's horn and it began to glow, Naylaa
shuddered. She could feel the Queen's sickness in the pit of her stomach.
I'm alright, Naylaa.
She felt Bronte gather his power and push it
out of his body towards the sick woman touching him.
The Queen gasped
and grabbed Bronte's horn, her firm grip intensifying his power. He snuffled
and snorted again, his big body quivering in both excitement and physical
strain.
So ill.
Naylaa gasped and
pressed her back to the bedroom wall, sliding to the floor as her legs gave
out. Bronte was saving them both. She hadn't been sure he would be able to. She
could feel his choice to give the queen enough energy not only for herself, but
for her unborn child.
The King rushed
forward when the Queen moaned and arched her back.
"No, don't
touch her." Naylaa screamed at the King in desperation, putting both hands
out to him.
The King stopped
just before he reached the bed, his fists clenching at his sides.
"Bronte is
saving the Queen and your baby. He needs more time."
Her head was
spinning now. Her connection to Bronte was never more obvious to anyone who
cared to look, than at this very moment.
The Queen moaned
again, then let go of Bronte's horn and fell back against her pillows. The
unicorn whinnied and sank slowly to the floor.
She will heal.
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Tuesday, 6 May 2014
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