Friday, 30 May 2014

It's here for Pre-order!!

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!


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.

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.

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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.


Monday, 12 May 2014

It's a date!


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.

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.

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.


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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