Sunday, November 18, 2018

No Fail Holiday Fudge with Robyn Neeley

With: Robyn Neeley

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Nothing screams Christmas to me more than all the scrumptious treats available this time of year. My mom makes this Christmas fudge literally right after Thanksgiving, and it’s amazing! Things in this recipe happen fast, so I find that preparing and measuring all the ingredients before getting started is key. Enjoy!
  • 2/3 Cup of Evaporated Milk
  • 2 Cups of Sugar
  • 1 Square Baking Chocolate
  • 1 Stick of Butter
  • 4 Hershey Bars (broken up)
  • 1/2 Cup of chopped nuts (optional) and crushed nuts for topping (optional)
  • 1 Teaspoon of Vanilla
Step 1: Get your drink! If you’re like me and like to have something to sip nearby, you’ll want to get it ready now. Trust me on this tip.
Step 2: Butter an 8 x 8 pan
Step 3: Combine 2/3 cup of evaporated milk, 2 cups of sugar and 1 square of baking chocolate
Step 4: Bring it to a boil for three minutes. Stir, (Sip), Stir!
Step 5: After coming to a rapid boil, add 1 stick of butter. Keep on stirring!
Step 6: Take from heat and add 4 Hershey full size bars (Break a part in advance. Sure, go ahead and sneak a broken piece or two. I do!)
Step 7: Here you can add in ½ cup of chopped nuts if you like. Stir, baby, stir.
Step 8: Add 1 teaspoon of vanilla and give it a final stir.
Step 9: Pour into your 8×8 buttered pan and cool in refrigerator. Sprinkle crushed nuts on top (if you’d like)
Step 10: When cold cut into squares. While you wait for it to cool, finish your drink!

What's your favorite holiday treat? Leave a comment, and I'll select one winner to receive a $5.00 Amazon Gift Card. 
Happy Holidays!

Fall in love this holiday season with Ryan and Sarah in Falling for Mr. Wright. Available now for $0.99! (fudge optional).

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Saturday, November 17, 2018

The Millionaire’s Revenge Contract

The Millionaire’s Revenge Contract is the third book in a series. The story idea for the entire series began with the seed of romance mixed with revenge. I remember thinking what if a teenager who is convicted of a crime he didn’t commit plots to exact revenge on those who wronged him? What if he’s from the wrong side of the tracks and is attracted to a girl he thinks he can never be with?

From those flickers of what if, the heroes in the series took on a life of their own. Each one having been through the same thing and all of them finding the healing power of love.

This one features hero Cole Mitchell, the bad boy from the wrong side of the tracks turned millionaire. He’s devastated with guilt over not being able to prevent the death of a friend. He’s become hardened, cynical and blinded by his thirst for revenge. I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I did writing it.

If giving in to tears would help, Maddie Russell would cry buckets. She’d failed her younger sister, lost her job, and now her day was about to get even worse as she spotted a colleague who constantly asked her out striding toward
her, a leering grin on his face. A self-centered braggart who made fun of others, Frank was on her oh-hell-no list. She couldn’t tolerate being in the company of mean people.

He passed the elevators, getting closer to her, and Maddie whirled around in the opposite direction. She couldn’t deal with him right now. With housekeeping being understaffed today, she’d traded her pencil skirt and blazer for a maid’s uniform, and her kindness had been rewarded by being fired.

Yanking a master keycard from the pocket of her work smock, she slid it into the lock and darted into the sanctuary of the Russell hotel’s finest luxury suite. She’d played here as a child and had always loved this room, with its overstuffed furniture, cheerfully colored walls, and panoramic views.

It was hard to believe the family hotel was now lost thanks to what she was sure was a mistake on her grandfather’s part. His hunger for money and material possessions had always made Samuel Russell just as driven as it had her parents, but he’d loved her fiercely and had often been her only port in the middle of the dysfunction storm.

But the recent decline in his mental function had led her grandfather to do something that in his right mind, he never would have done. He’d cleaned out the hotel’s operating
accounts and taken her sister Dani’s inheritance—money Dani was counting on to live on and to make her home wheelchair accessible.

Today, the hotel had been sold to pay off the debts against it, and that was a huge, bitter pill to swallow. Rumor had it that the hotel’s new owner, a ruthless multi-millionaire,
according to employee gossip, was making sweeping changes. Turned out that rumor was true, as evidenced by the email she’d received earlier letting her know she was
fired. She’d worked here all her life, and now it was gone.

Once the panic had passed, she’d made a plan to do whatever she could to get a meeting with him to ask if there was any way she could keep her job. A good portion of her
paycheck secretly went to her sister, and there was no way she could earn the amount she made in salary anywhere else. Her grandfather had paid her generously for her
executive management position. He paid everyone well—he always said it was just good business to let employees know they were valued. Losing that income would be devastating.

Her cell phone vibrated, and Maddie answered in a whisper.

“Everything okay?” Dani questioned, instantly sounding worried.

Maddie did the same thing she’d been doing for the last few weeks to protect her sister. She told another lie. “Of course. I’m just busy.” Dani didn’t need to know about the financial ass kicking that was coming if Maddie couldn’t find a solution. Her sister had enough to deal with.

“Just wanted to call to remind you not to forget to pick up Sam’s birthday cake.”

They were celebrating her six-year-old nephew’s birthday tonight with a few of the kids he’d befriended during this vacation stay with Maddie. Her heart squeezed when she thought of how lucky she was to still have him around.

“I’ll remember. The bakery is on the way to the apartment,” she said.

The doorknob rattled behind her as someone thrust a keycard into the lock. Crap! Frank must have decided to follow her.

“Gotta go. I’ll call you later.” Maddie hung up and darted into the bathroom, quietly closing the door behind her before stepping into the bathtub and pulling the shower curtain closed. If she stayed here long enough, hopefully he would go away.

Her heart racing, she listened intently, waiting for the coast to clear.

Are the footsteps coming closer? She sucked in a breath as the bathroom door opened. Omigod.

When the shower curtain was pulled back, Maddie let out a yelp of surprise at the so naked, so not her colleague guy standing in front of her looking as shocked as she felt.

From the time she was a child, Sonya knew she was destined to be a writer. If she didn’t like the ending of a book or movie, she would write her own ending. When her children were young, she often wrote stories to entertain them. At the urging of one of her daughters, she submitted a short story and to her surprise and delight, it sold.  Sonya loves writing all things romance whether it’s writing contemporary adult or teen fiction and still hasn’t lost the wonder that she gets to do what she loves.

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Friday, November 16, 2018

The First Rule of Hook-ups

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In THE FIRST RULE OF HOOK-UPS, Alexa and her friends attend the Breakup Bash—a party held at Club Escapade to help women get over one man and move onto a better one. Months earlier, Raphael had danced on stage at the club to settle a bet on Alexa’s bachelorette night. Neither one of them have forgotten the supposedly innocent, all-in-fun kiss they shared.

In the midst of the party, her friends have wandered off, and she’s ready to leave. The music begins and she sees Raphael, her secret fantasy, on stage. Once again, desire heats up. And this time, she’s definitely not engaged.

* * *
Alexa’s knees had grown weak, and she’d had to drop into the chair. And she was suddenly a little light-headed. Why was it so damn warm? Had the club turned down the air conditioner? She slid her empty glass aside, grabbed Nat’s, and sucked down the dregs. She needed something to cool her off and obliterate the images Raphael conjured up. Sex. Under him. On top of him. In every position possible.

A song with a faster tempo and lyrics advocating riding a cowboy instead of a horse replaced the first and spurred even more sensual images.

Holy shit. She needed a drink. Bad. A server had passed by a minute ago. Where was she now?

The blond Hot Body Hunk who’d rocked the ballet routine, and the smooth, brown-skinned, shaved head performer whose erotic sports-themed solo at the start of the show had shed new light on the missed joys of baseball, wove shirtless through the crowd. They tipped their cowboy hats and grinned. Occasionally they stopped to dance for members of the audience and welcomed caresses that lingered over the waistbands of their jeans.

The DJ’s voice broke in over the song. “Looks like the cowboy on stage is ready to ride. Who’s going to break him in?”

Women held up their hands or pointed to friends.

The two Hunks searched for a lucky victim.

It wouldn’t be her. Alexa stood up as they moved away, intending to head for the bar. Some other woman would get the chance to run her hands over Rafe’s sculpted perfection. Not that she cared. A ping of disappointment struck. Okay, maybe she was a tad envious. She squeezed through the group behind her. Someone grasped her arm. She turned her head and met the liquid brown gaze of the Hunk sporting a shaved head.
He winked at her and smiled. “You’re wanted.”

Before she could respond, he ushered her past tables and steered her up the stairs to the stage.

Raphael’s predatory stare blocked out the room. Her mouth grew dry, and her heart knocked against her rib cage. What did he want with her? Why did the Hunk next to her have a rope in his hand? Did Raphael plan on tying her up? Was it wrong that she wanted to tie him up and ride him instead? Of course it was! Sex wasn’t part of the show’s carefully choreographed entertainment.

The blond Hunk looped the rope around her waist. He tossed the free end across the stage.
Raphael caught it. He wound the lasso around his hand, pulling her closer. When she was a few feet away, he jerked her forward.

She fell into him, and the pleasing mix of sandalwood, citrus, and musk surrounded her. The slightest brush of his lips over her earlobe sent a rush of desire flooding to her middle. What is he doing?
* * *

Someone once told me that there are worst things than being left at the altar. Well, not many, in my experience. That was six months ago, though, and my life has moved on. Heck, I have a new job lined up and I'm leaving town.
But, I can't deny that my love life kind of sucks.
That’s why I let my friends convince me to join them for Club Escapade’s Breakup Bash. And we might just be disillusioned enough to actually enjoy it. Last time we were here, it was for my bachelorette party. That night, I met one of the dancers – Raphael – and when he flirted with me, I almost forgot I was engaged. And there's a part of me that never forgot him.
Now, it seems my friends have wandered off and I’m thinking about calling it a night. Until the music begins and I see Raphael, my secret fantasy, on stage. And this time, I’m definitely not engaged...

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Wednesday, November 14, 2018


With: LJ Evans

Congratulations to "Christina R.", the winner in L.J.'s giveaway. Please contact JUST CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE to claim your prize.

Writing MY LIFE AS A MIXTAPE makes me feel like I’ve come full circle. Like this book journey I started on with MY LIFE AS A COUNTRY ALBUM, has come back to its roots not only because the characters from all the other books have peek-a-boos in this story, but also because Lonnie and Wynn’s story is primarily one of friendship and family. And that’s exactly what COUNTRY ALBUM was about. Just like COUNTRY, MIXTAPE shows how love is worth all the risks. All the chances. All the leaps of faith.

I can’t wait for people to read how Lonnie and Wynn find their new song together. I love that Lonnie always brings laughter to people’s lives just like my own hubby. I love that Wynn is a dichotomy of confidence and vulnerability, happiness and sadness, and hopes and fears. And I completely love the way Lonnie and Wynn both find everything they never thought they needed in each other.

Title:  My Life as a Mixtape
Author: LJ Evans
Release Date: November 13, 2018
Publisher: Self-published
Series: My Life as an Album #4
Genres: Contemporary Romance
Page Count: 410
Format: Print and digital
Print ISBN: B07HLRFZ26 
Digital ISBN: 978-1723958847

From award winning author, LJ Evans, comes the last story in the MY LIFE AS AN ALBUM SERIES, inspired by music and romance.

I came to Tennessee to help a friend.
And now, I’m stuck.
By the Southern charm,
By the sweet tea and
By a tall, red-headed "Strawberry Shortcake."

And when my world crumbles apart,
Wynn is there to help me pick up the pieces.
To show me the way.

My life was a huge disappointment.
My marriage,
My job,
Everything slipped away.

Coming home seemed like the final failure.
But then I meet him,
Lonnie Brennan, the sexy bass player,
Who adds laughter to my life.

And now, I realize that I can
Change my tune,
Sing a new song. 

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About LJ Evans:
Award winning author, LJ Evans, lives in the California Central Valley with her husband, daughter, and the three terrors called cats. She's been writing, almost as a compulsion, since she was a little girl and will often pull the car over to write when a song lyric strikes her. While she currently spends her days teaching 1st grade in a local public school, she spends her free time reading and writing, as well as binge watching original shows like The Crown, Victoria, and Stranger Things.

If you ask her the one thing she won’t do, it’s pretty much anything that involves dirt—sports, gardening, or otherwise. But she loves to write about all of those things, and her first published heroine was pretty much involved with dirt on a daily basis. Which is exactly what LJ loves about fiction novels—the characters can be everything you’re not and still make their way into your heart.

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Monday, November 12, 2018


Congratulations to "Dee", the winner in Elle's giveaway. Please contact JUST CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE to claim your prize!

I’m so excited to finally share Luke’s story. This was a tough book for me to write. I put my hero and heroine through hell, breaking and rebuilding them so they could face their demons for the very first time. This story isn’t sugary sweet. It won’t give you the warm and fuzzies. But it could make you fall in love with two people who truly deserve a happy ending.

Feels Like Falling
Author: Elle Keating
Release Date: November 13, 2018
Publisher: Self-published
Series: Dangerous Love #5
Genres: Contemporary Romance

Luke McGinnis is the responsible, quiet older brother. The loving son who enjoys working side-by-side with his father at the winery they co-own. At twenty-nine years old, Luke is a success story, the rags-to-riches kind. That’s what people see. Not the ugly past he fights to keep buried... a past that keeps him from really living.

Peyton Matthews is a household name. As a model, her face has been on the covers of countless magazines and she now has more money than she will ever know what to do with. But that smile she flashes for the photographers and the media is just an illusion. That pretty package everyone envies has been her armor, her protection, and she doesn’t want anyone to find a chink in it... especially not the winery owner who looks at her like he knows the dark secrets she keeps.

***FEELS LIKE FALLING is a standalone in the Dangerous Love series.***

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About Elle Keating:
Elle Keating is the author of romance novels with sexy heroes and fierce females. Her first book, Thrill of the Chase (Dangerous Love, #1), was published by Forever Romance’s digital imprint, Forever Yours, in 2015. Cut to the Chase (Dangerous Love, #2) soon followed. Most recently, Elle self-published Wanting More (Dangerous Love, #3), Back to the Start (Dangerous Love, #4) and the standalone novel, Keeping His Commandments.

When Elle isn’t torturing her heroes and heroines (don’t worry, there’s always a happily ever after), she is a public school administrator and enjoys spending time with her husband and 3 children in New Jersey. For more on Elle and her books, visit

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Sunday, November 11, 2018

A Touch of Heaven

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A fun, flirty, sweet story filled with romance and character growth and a perfect happily ever after.”—CARLY PHILLIPSNew York Times bestselling author for I'll Be There

When little-known writer Taylor Scott is granted two weeks to interview a famous reclusive author, it’s the opportunity of a lifetime. So is the chance to rekindle her friendship with Mike Greene, who happens to be the author’s assistant. But as feelings deepen and time winds down, Taylor will have to choose between the story that could launch her career and an unexpected chance at love.

A Touch of Heaven

As Regan Amerson makes the emotional decision to sell their family home, her mother wins a home makeover from a reality TV show. Regan is furious, and jaded host Sawyer Bennett isn’t thrilled either. That is, until he meets Regan—and finds himself enamored by the fiercely independent beauty. She may want nothing to do with him, but Sawyer isn’t one to give up easily…

What People Are Saying about Samantha Chase:

“Encourages readers to sit down, put their feet up, and enjoy.”—Publishers Weekly for Until There Was Us
“Chase just gets better and better.”—Booklist
“Classic, thoughtful, and as lyrical as the stars.”—Kirkus Reviews for A Sky Full of Stars


“He’s a dude.”
“Yes, he is.”
“Yeah, that’s not gonna happen.”
Regan sighed. “Todd is capable of doing this.”
“Your mother said you were doing the massage,” Sawyer countered mildly.
“Well, since she hasn’t been here much, she wasn’t aware of my schedule. You need a deep tissue massage and Todd is capable of doing that for you. He has the best hands.”
Sawyer clenched his own into fists. “I do not want to be massaged by a guy, Regan,” Sawyer said, then looked directly at Todd. “No offense.”
“None taken,” Todd said, all six-plus feet of him. He turned to face his boss. “It’s your call, Rae.”
Rae? He has the best hands? What the hell is going on here? Is Regan involved with this guy? Sawyer’s mind was spinning. The thought of Regan being involved with another man had never even crossed his mind! He didn’t relish the thought of breaking up her and her boyfriend, but neither was he able to deny how much he wanted her. Crossing his arms over his chest, he stared Regan down. “Do you have another client right now?”
“Well, no,” she said sheepishly. “But I do have other things to do.”
“I can wait until you’re done,” he said, his lips twitching with a smile because he knew she
completely believed him. He would wait all day if he had to if it meant having her be the one to do the massage.
Regan looked from him to Todd and back again. “I’ve got this, Todd,” she said grudgingly. “Why don’t you get Mr. Bennett set up in room three, and I’ll be in shortly. Thanks.” She turned and walked away before Sawyer could see just how uncomfortable she was with this whole situation.
Back in her office, Regan took five minutes to get herself composed. She was a professional, she could do this. She’d massaged her fair share of men since she opened her business and this should be no big deal.
Only it was.
Because it was Sawyer.
Ever since she’d first met him, and especially since their kiss in the yard, Regan had dreamed of touching him. Of course, in her dreams it wasn’t in a professional manner; no, those dreams had them alone at her place—or anywhere she could have him—and they were wild for one another just as they’d been last week. Merely the thought of unleashing that kind of passion and have it not be in a public place sent tingles down her spine.
Then again, unleashing that passion in Sawyer anyplace was enough to send tingles down her spine.
With a sigh, mentally chanting the alphabet backward, Regan headed into spa room three and found Sawyer face down on the table with a blanket draped over his bottom half.
Now, that’s a damn shame, she thought and then realized she needed to get her professional shield back in place. She went through the questions she asked all her clients—was the temperature in the room okay? Did he want to use an aroma candle? Why was he here?
“I hurt my shoulder last month on a project and it’s been acting up again,” he said without looking at her. “It’s my right shoulder.” Regan nodded wordlessly and went to work.
It took less than a minute for her to realize she was in trouble.
He felt even better than she’d imagined, and as soon as she saw her hands on Sawyer’s back, all thoughts of professionalism went out the window. It was too easy to imagine her hands on him in a more intimate way, and when he let out a low growl, Regan had to scramble for a way to clear her mind. Unfortunately, her mind wouldn’t cooperate.
When she tried to think of her mother’s house, she saw the two of them kissing in the yard. When she tried to get angry at what he was doing at her mother’s house, she could hear his kind words as he whispered to her. She couldn’t remember the damn alphabet—backward or forward—to save her own life. How was she supposed to get through the next…fifty-five minutes! Had time simply stopped?
Staring at the clock, Regan worked on Sawyer’s shoulder until her fingers started to go numb, and that’s when she heard it. Her hands stilled for a moment before she went back to massaging him, and heard it again.
“No sex noises,” she hissed.
Sawyer raised his head and sleepily looked at her. “Excuse me?”
“You were just making sex noises. Stop that. It’s not allowed.”
He flashed her a wicked grin. “Regan, you have no idea what kind of noises I make during sex, but I’m glad to see where your mind is heading.”
She stepped away from the table and stared at him. “That is not where my mind is heading! I was working on your shoulder and you started…you know, moaning.”
“What can I say? You hit the sweet spot.”
“The sweet spot?” she croaked and prayed he wouldn’t raise himself up anymore. As it was he was braced on his elbows, so now she had a fine view of his chest and yes, it was mouthwateringly good.
Making a tsking sound, he shook his head. “Regan, certainly you are aware of sweet spots,” he said with a voice that melted over her like butter.
Oh, she was aware of them all right. As a matter of fact, he had several of hers tingling with just the sound of his voice. This is bad, she thought. Bad, bad, bad! “That’s neither here nor there—the fact is that if a massage seems to be getting a client…aroused, then we stop.”
“The only one who thinks I’m aroused is you,” he said sweetly and put his face back on the pillow. “But if it makes you feel better, I promise not to make a sound.”
Regan watched as he got back into position, cursing herself. She should never have agreed to this; it was totally unfair that he seemed unaffected by this while she was practically standing in a puddle of her own drool.
With a good mental scolding, she went back to the task. Fifteen minutes later, she needed him to roll over so she could work on the shoulder from the front, and then it was her turn to let out a small sound.
“Excuse me?” Sawyer asked, not opening his eyes. “What was that noise?”
“I don’t know… I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about,” Regan lied and went right to work on his shoulder, hoping to distract him.
“Now, I’m no expert in the noises you make during sex, but I’m pretty sure that sounded like a sex noise.”
Regan instantly removed her hands from him and stepped back. “I think we’re done here.”
Slowly, Sawyer sat up, looked at her and then at the clock. “I believe I still have another thirty minutes scheduled.”
“Well, if you want to use them, I’ll send Todd in to finish,” she said tartly. Why was this happening to her? She never made purring or sex noises outside of the bedroom. Why did it have to be here and now with Sawyer?
“Okay, okay,” he said, sensing her discomfort. “That was out of line and I’m sorry. I was just kidding with you. It was a little too quiet in here and I just thought I’d say something to break the tension. It was in poor taste and I’m sorry I offended you.”
“I just don’t think—”
“What you’re doing is really helping,” he said. “Please, Regan. I won’t utter another word until you’re done. Scout’s honor.” He held up his hand and gave her his most innocent smile.
Her lips twitched with the urge to smile back. “How do I know you were a Scout?”
“You can ask my dad; he’ll tell you. I went from Cub to Eagle, and he’ll be happy to share with you some of the adventures we had.” Remembering his promise to stop talking, he lay down and pretended to zip his lips.
And then Regan’s soft laugh was the only sound in the room.

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