Monday, October 5, 2015

Character Interview!

Character Interview:
Chase & Nina, Start Me Up 

Do you infiltrate your writer’s dreams? Chase I infiltrate everyone's dreams. Nina, elbows him You wish. Chase I infiltrate your dreams... waggles eyebrows Nina, shaking her head. I'd deny that, but...what can I say?

What do you like to do when you are not being actively read somewhere? Nina I'll take this one. I like helping other people find their happily ever afters, its my favorite part of being a matchmaker. Chase Writing songs with Nate - you all met him in Light My Fire -  hanging out with Nina tops my list. Nina How can I stay mad at him when he says things like this?

Do you like the way the book ended? Chase What's not to love? I got a serenade from the lovely Nina in front of everyone who means anything to me? Nina And I got to take home the guy, so...yeah, I'd say happy covers it.

Would you be interested in a sequel, if your writer was so inclined? Chase and Nina watch one another closely for a moment If that means something has to come between us, I say no.. Nina Ditto. No sequels, but I think it might be fun to help Kristina match up some more lonely hearts. Maybe Wright Attraction could become a series... Nina glances around Are you listening to that, Kristina?

Kristina sticks her fingers in her ears I'll listen...but after I finish this next book, 'kay? Pinkie swear.


“Don’t.” Her words were a whisper, but still loud in the back of the limo.
            “Don’t, what?”
            Finally she looked at him, her deep brown eyes molten in the darkness. “Don’t be my brother’s best friend tonight. Don’t be my cheerleader. Just…” Her hand trembled against his on the cool leather seat. “I’m not America’s favorite sixteen-year-old any longer. I don’t need to pretend I’m still sixteen, and the magazines are already burning me at Trey’s sacrificial altar, so why not send that old image up in flames all the way?”
            She leaned across the seat, brushed her sweet lips across his cheek, and Nate nearly lost it. He was holding on by a thread. This was Lily.
            The same girl he’d grown up with. The Lily who’d brought him home after school because she noticed he hadn’t eaten lunch for three days. The Lily who cheered for him at the high school talent show. The Lily who couldn’t really want him, because if she did…he would ruin her.
            Nate groaned when her lips brushed against his. A bit of her hair had come loose from the sleek updo and brushed against his neck, fanning that trickle of flame even hotter.
            Her hand traced the line of his jaw, and Nate’s resistance burned to the ground. He pushed her back into the corner and dug his hands into her hair. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
            She panted. “I know exactly what I want, Nate Lansford, and what I want is you.”
            Nate lowered his lips to hers, tasting the sweetness of her lips for the first time. Her tongue tangled with his, pushing him further, asking him for more. And Nate gave it.
            When Lily arched her back, Nate reached for her breast, feeling her nipple pucker beneath the fine silk of her dress. She moaned, a tiny sound, but it was enough to pull him back into the present.
            What was he doing? This was Lily. The girl who made him want to be more than the kid from the wrong side of Malibu’s tracks. His friend.
            He couldn’t mess that up.
            Nate pushed away from her, fisting his hands in his hair as he tried to put a few more inches between them. The back of the limo was too tight. He was too close to Lily. He needed air. Space.
            “I’m sorry.” His voice was rough. “That shouldn’t have happened.”

She sat back, crossing her arms over her chest. "You can't be serious."
            His posture was the exact opposite of hers. Everything about him was opposite. Where she wore a pretty Stella McCartney blouse and prim pencil skirt, he wore ripped jeans and a tight black tee. Her strappy Manolos hadn't a single scratch. His Dr. Martens had to be from 1999 and looked like they'd cleaned up after one too many groupies in the green room.
            You're in control here, Nina. You're the professional. He's the client. Shoo him away like the ass he really is.
            Oh, but what a fine ass he has, the part of her brain she was definitely not listening to today said.
            "I assure you I'm serious. I need a non-clingy, well-proportioned date for a gala fundraiser in two days and I'd prefer she have no illusions as to what this is about." He sat forward in his chair and Nina was sure she saw his abs ripple. She caught her breath and then forced her gaze from the spectacle and back to those blue-blue eyes. And promptly forgot to breathe again. "The money raised will keep music programs in at least fifteen local schools. To keep the cash coming I need the headlines to be about the event, not my social life."
"Then you should go alone."
"Going alone will keep the gossip rags talking. What I need is a pretty date for a one- night-only performance."
            Nina blew out the breath she'd been holding. She didn't believe for a second this was a mercy date situation. More like a mercy hookup. She didn't do hookups. Her business set up marriage minded people who were matched based on an algorithm her aunt developed ten years before. An algorithm that had made the company a go-to in Los Angeles.
            She shot a glance out the window at the press corps on the sidewalk below her window.
            Well, until this morning, anyway.
"I think you've got my firm confused with…something else entirely, but for future reference—" she typed a few words into the search engine on her computer and flipped the screen to face him "—I am a matchmaker. A noun, meaning one who arranges relationships or marriages." She opened the next tab and gestured to the computer screen. "I am not a madam, although madams are also nouns. There is a very large, very cavernous area between matchmaking and houses of prostitution."

“Hello, Josh,” she said, echoing his tone from a few minutes before.
            He blinked and then sat up straight. “What the hell are you doing in my car, Kat?” His smooth baritone slid over her senses and, just like that, she was pulling herself back from the abyss she’d been in five years before. This was just a one-night stand. Nothing to get excited about.
            Okay, one thing to get excited about. He knew all her secret places. She knew how to push him to the edge. And in the past few years, they’d probably both learned a few new things.
            “What do you think I’m doing here?” she countered, crossing her legs and spreading her arms over the back of the seat. “You practically invited me.”
            The car began moving. Well, at least he hadn’t kicked her out of the limo.
            “I said hello.”
            “You told me not to leave on your account.”
            “And then you did.”
            “I thought you might want a little more privacy.” She slid across the side bench to Josh’s seat, bent her leg to sit sideways and rested her head against her elbow. “This is pretty private, I’d say.”
            He watched her for a long moment. “You’re here for sex.”
            Kat nodded. “I don’t usually go for casual, but since we have a history, this isn’t your typical one-night stand.”
            “This isn’t what I expected when I came down here tonight.”
            “This isn’t what I expected when I showed up for work tonight.” She reached out to trace her finger along his jaw. That contact zinged along her nerve endings straight to the butterflies flapping around in her belly, electrifying their beat.
            “I’m headed straight to the airport.” He leaned toward her.
            “LA traffic’s a bitch no matter what time of day it is.”
            “You’re not the girl I remember.” This time he reached for her, his hand drawing a path of fire down her arm. “The girl I remember—”
            She cut him off before he could get started on the girl she used to be. The girl who was of so little importance he felt no qualms about walking away from without a single word. Well, she’d grown up since then. Had other relationships. Sure, none of them as serious or deep as what she thought she’d had with him.
But then, she’d never really had him, had she?

Book 1: Light My Fire

Lily MacIntyre's life is offtrack, and she knows exactly how to right it: shed her America's sweetheart image in a big way. Getting down and dirty in a limo with rocker Nate Lansford seems like the perfect solution. Plus, she's had a mad crush on him practically since birth. The only problem? Nate is her brother's best friend…and he doesn't see her as anything other than a surrogate little sister.


Book 2: Start Me Up
Matchmaker Nina Wright might work in LA but she keeps Hollywood types off her client list. She doesn't need their drama and she doesn't like the way so many of them exchange lovers like last year's accessories. But she needs one happy, high-profile client to get her business off the tabloid pages and back on solid ground.

Hollywood hottie Chase MacIntyre wants the gossip surrounding his lastest fling to stop and he knows exactly how to do it: show up on his next red carpet with a new woman and once he meets Nina Wright he knows she is the woman to stop the presses.

The problem? Once they're under cover, this business-only agreement is definitely too hot to handle…


Book 3: Call Me
Katrina Phillips is itchy. The job that has always challenged her seems stifling, her friends are all pairing off and she's been without male companionship for seven long months.

Josh Hanna is paying off a debt: fly to LA, play backup for the house band during the season finale of Star Power and then back to his boring - and sober - life in San Francisco.

But five years hasn't been long enough to douse the flames between them, and its hard to remember why things went so badly in the first place...


Author Bio:
Once upon a time, Kristina Knight spent her days running from car crash to fire to meetings with local police--no, she wasn't a troublemaker, she was a journalist. Her career took her all over the United States, writing about everything from a serial killer's capture to the National Finals Rodeo. Along the way she found her very own Knight in Shining Cowboy Boots and an abiding love for romance novels. And just like the characters from her favorite books, she's living her own happily ever after.

Kristina writes sassy contemporary romance novels; her books have appeared on Kindle Best Seller Lists. She loves hearing from readers, so drop her a line!

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Saturday, October 3, 2015

Love Me

With: Shelley K. Wall

This madcap, modern-day You've Got Mail series explores the mix-ups - and fireworks - that erupt when three couples who cut their teeth on social media try to navigate the real world of relationships.

Text Me: Abigail Jeffries gets a random text from a stranger only to discover the sender, Carter Coben, isn't so strange after all. Soon she's caught up in a game of assumed identities with the same gorgeous guy she got fired from his job. Will they ever manage to sort out their mixed signals, mistaken identities, and misunderstandings to find real love?

Find Me: Amanda Gillespie never bargained on seeing Jackson Holstenar after their complicated relationship ended with her being asked to leave the law firm where they worked. Now he's in the weird position of trying to help her become his best pal's ideal girl. With a little help from fate, these two confused hearts might just find a way back to each other for good.

Need Me: Caroline Sanders left gorgeous Roger Freeman behind in college for a prestigious internship. Now she's back to start a florist shop, and Roger is ready to start again, not knowing the adventurous and exciting woman he remembers is all but gone. Is Roger ready to risk his heart again, and is Caroline ready to trust him with her story?

Sensuality Level: Sensual

About the Author:
Shelley writes novels of contemporary romance, romantic comedy, suspense, and romantic suspense. She grew up in Missouri, graduated from Oklahoma State University, and took post graduate courses from OSU and the University of Wyoming. She has traveled extensively, lived internationally, and now calls Texas home.

She has a lengthy and accomplished career in technology in addition to her writing.

She's a member of Romance Writers of America, Houston Literary Guild, The Writer's Guild, and Sisters In Crime (SinC)--and several techie organizations that we won't mention.

To learn more about current works, check out her website at or like her on facebook at

Thursday, October 1, 2015

The Trouble with Words

My name is Suzie Tullett and I’m a born romantic. There, I said it. Although you’ve probably already guessed that, why else would I write contemporary romance when there are so many other genres to choose from?

According the dictionary, romantic isn’t just defined as anything evoking or given to thoughts and feelings of love, it gives us words like impractical and idealistic.

Yep, that’s me alright. At least according to my husband, it is.

We can often be driving along and come across a little country cottage. I sigh at the beautiful stonework, the roses around the door, and imagine many a cosy night, the two of us warming our toes in front of the log burner within. He, on the other hand, considers all the blood, sweat and tears he’d have to shed chopping all the wood to get the fire going.
We might spot an abandoned chateau in the distance and I think about its rich history, the stories it can tell and the lovelorn ghosts wandering through its now crumbling halls. He again thinks about his bodily fluids, as well as the amount of cash it would take to make the building liveable, let alone meet modern day standards.

Naturally, I appreciate where the man is coming from.

Whether we’re talking about living in a country cottage, a chateau, or even considering our relationships, achieving any ideal doesn’t just happen. It takes a lot of hard work and there are countless ups and downs along the way.

However, in both reality and in the fiction I write, I like to believe we can all get there in the end.

Oh yes, I’m definitely a sucker for a happy ending. Why? Because I’m a born romantic, of course. 


Promises – easy to make, hard to keep.

Having long made a promise to her husband, young widow Annabel has no intentions of breaking it. What she does plan to do, though, is have a baby. Not the easiest of tasks for a woman with a deceased other half, and having explored all her options, her only choice is to take the unconventional route. Setting out to find her own donor, Annabel meets Dan. Single, fun-loving and definitely not looking for commitment, this unruly blonde, blue-eyed man seems perfect for the job.

Dan wants nothing more than to find his dream woman. But with a mother intent on sabotaging his every relationship, he can't help but think he's destined to remain single. Of course, he knows his mother doesn't really want him all for herself, why else would she keep insisting he meet Maeve? Why else would she insist Dan promise to find himself a wife before she meets her maker?

Forced to negotiate matters of love, life and death, Annabel and Dan seem the answer to each other's prayers. But will they really be able to keep the promises they made? And is having a baby really the solution?
Author Bio: 
Suzie Tullett is an author of contemporary humorous fiction and romantic comedy. As well as The Trouble with Words, her novels include Going Underground and Little White Lies and Butterflies, which was short-listed for The Guardian's 2013 Not the Booker Prize. She has a Masters Degree in Television & Radio Scriptwriting and worked as a scriptwriter before becoming a full-time novelist. And when she's not tapping away on the computer creating her own literary masterpiece, she usually has her head in someone else's.
Opening out the deckchair, she plonked herself down in it. “So how’s your week been?” she asked. She paused, not that she really expected a reply, but it was nice to know he was listening if nothing else. “Mine’s not been too bad,” she continued. “The shop’s still doing okay. Oh, and your mum called round the other day.” Remembering the visit all too well, Annabel tried not to scowl. “She said to say hello.”      

She reached down and dipped her hand into her bag again, this time pulling out a flask of coffee. “Caffeine, just what I need after the hassle of getting here,” she said. “As usual the traffic was horrendous.”

Pouring herself a drink, she knew her ramblings were an attempt at stalling the inevitable; that she was worried about Tom’s reaction once she’d told him what she was up to. While her plans for the future might be a positive move on her part, she certainly wasn’t daft enough to think everyone would understand. If anything most people wouldn’t, especially if his mother’s reaction had been anything to go by.

She thought it strange how everyone and their dog insisted she move on, yet the second she did they created such a song and dance over it. Although if Tom did choose to join in with the dissenters, then just like them he’d only have to get used to the idea; particularly when this was entirely his fault to begin with. Annabel didn’t want to play the blame game, but just like she’d said to his mother, she wouldn’t be in this position if he hadn’t upped and died in the first place. In her mind’s eye, she could see Tom sitting opposite, his hands clasped as he patiently waited for her to tell him what was really on her mind. The man always could read her like a book.

“Okay, okay,” she said. “Just give me a second.”     
She took a couple of sips of coffee, determined to reveal all. But, in spite of practicing her speech all week, now that it came to it, those well-chosen words seemed to fail her. Resting her cup on her knee and refusing to let her conviction wane, she realised she was just going to have to come out and say it.

After three, she told herself. One, two, three…

She squeezed her eyes shut, in anticipation of the lightning bolt no doubt about to strike her down.

“I’m going to have a baby,” she said.

Hanna Oliwa
Safkhet Publishing

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

When A Song Sums Up Your Character

Music has always been a big part of writing a story for me. Whenever I’m working on a new book, I find myself cruising iTunes in search of the perfect song to sum up my story or character, and writing NO REGRETS was no exception. But the song I found that really epitomizes my main character, Cami, actually came from a good friend of mine—and one of my favorite writing cheerleaders. My friend Sarah was reading a very early draft of NO REGRETS when she sent a text telling me to check out the song Chandelier by Sia. From the very first line I knew this was the perfect song to go along with my story, and now every time I hear the chorus, I think of Cami:

I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier
I'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist
Like it doesn't exist
I'm gonna fly like a bird through the night, feel my tears as they dry
I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier

We first met Cami in the first book, THE LIST, and at the time she seemed like a very carefree bubbly person. But as the story unfolds in NO REGRETS, we learn that she’s going through a very difficult time in her life. She’s starting college and trying to figure out who she is, but finding her way has become difficult because she can’t get over the tragic loss of her best friend or the promise she made Julie.

“I had big plans for college, and most of them involved being wild and crazy and making sure I had no regrets when I was old and gray. I had a promise to live up to, after all. One I’d made to Julie when we were only fifteen years old and I thought we both had our whole lives ahead of us.”

Even after meeting and falling for Liam, Cami finds herself unable to move forward. As a result she learns that trying to live her life for someone else does not make for a happy ending, and the mistakes Cami makes as a help to teach her some valuable lessons about life. And what regret really means.

Sun is up, I'm a mess
Gotta get out now, gotta run from this
Here comes the shame, here comes the shame

Thankfully, Cami has a close friend and ally in her cousin Ryan, who is there to hold her hand and help her understand what it really means to live life with no regrets.

“My goal in life is to have no regrets,” I said, trying to sound like the old me. The me who wasn’t swimming in guilt and self-doubt.

“You can still be safe and careful and have no regrets.”

He had a point. Ryan seemed pretty satisfied with himself, and he was so squeaky clean he’d be able to run for president one day if he wanted to. No way would the tabloids be able to dig up dirt on Ryan.


College is supposed to be fun…

Go to parties

Pick up guys

Maybe get in a little trouble

On the surface Cami is your average, wild teenager out to have a good time, but inside she’s struggling. Almost a year ago her best friend was in a car accident, an accident Cami feels responsible for. Since then, she’s made it her personal mission to experience everything life has to offer, both for herself and for Julie, who will never have fun again.

Then she meets Liam, her cousin’s sexy roommate. Hooking up with a hot British dude seems like the perfect way to start off the school year, but the more time she spends with him, the more she finds herself actually liking the guy. Which totally screws up her plans to live life with no regrets…

Author Bio:
Kate L. Mary is a stay-at-home mother of four and an Air Force wife. She grew up in a small town just north of Dayton, Ohio where she and her husband met at the age of twelve. Since their marriage in 2002, they have lived in Georgia, Mississippi, South Carolina, and California. She currently resides in Oklahoma with her husband and children.

Monday, September 28, 2015

Chasing Happy

With: Rylie Roberts

Giveaway Alert!

Chasing Happy 

Lara Hunter’s life is finally headed in the right direction. With a good education, a great new job, and her dear best friend, Kade, by her side, nothing can get in her way until a freak rain storm leaves her sprawled across the road in the middle of a busy intersection during rush hour traffic. 

Reed Prescott rakes in millions on business deals every day. He’s driven and hard-edged and his life is quite complicated enough before a silly little girl in outrageous high heels bites it in front of his moving vehicle. With no other choices, he forces her out of the pouring rain and inside his car. His concern isn’t necessarily with her safety, but to ward off any potential lawsuit. 

While Lara’s not entirely sure she appreciates Reed’s high-handed helpfulness, Reed’s whole world is rocked by the honesty and genuineness of the captivating beauty underneath that soggy exterior. Reed’s success in business has always been fueled by hate for his dysfunctional birth family, so when the potential for love stands in front of him, can this hardened man find a way to chase after happy?


After a second more, with the motivation of persistent banging, she went for the door, looked through the peep hole and froze. Reed. She ducked, like he would be able to see her looking out. Why was he here? She looked back through the hole, and his face was downcast, focused on the floor until his eyes shifted to the hole on the other side of the door. He was looking straight at her. She dropped down again.
“I hear you in there. Just open the door.”
She turned her back to the door and rolled her eyes. She wasn’t ready to see him. Her resolve was firm, but she needed time to gather her wits.
“I’m not dressed,” she finally yelled back.
“At this point, I don’t think that matters. Open the door, Lara.” Reed spoke clearly, but quietly.
“It’s not a good time for me,” she tried again.
“Open the door.” He wasn’t giving, and of course, her neighbor upstairs began banging on the floor. Her eyes shot up to the ceiling. God, she didn’t want to do this. She waited, completely panicked. When no sound came from behind the door, she prayed he’d left, and she slowly lifted to look back out the peep hole. Reed stood there, staring at the door.

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Saturday, September 26, 2015

Book Evolution

Hello and thank you for having me. Let me tell you how the book evolved.

My first attempt at writing was a paranormal historical. I didn't read contemporaries and I was advised to write what I knew and loved. I loved vampires and men in kilts. Enough said. Then my critique partner tricked me into reading Sugar Daddy by Lisa Kleypas. I didn't read first person. Boy, was I picky. But no longer. I loved the book and saw the light. But wait, I then discovered I could have romance and a mystery all in one book. Yeah! But could I write one? Could I be a modern day Agatha Christie? Nah, but I gave it shot.

While watching a rerun of Footloose, I wondered what would happen to that preacher's daughter when she grew up and ventured out into the real world. I'd found my Maggie. And what would offend her daddy's rigid morality more than a strip club. Now, what could a woman, who wanted her father's approval, do that would alienate him but in the end prove him wrong? So began Sin on the Strip.

I'm not a dark writer so I wanted the book to be along the lines of how Roxanne St. Claire wrote. I aimed for a great suspense story and hero and heroine who could survive the curve balls I wrote for them. But I also wanted them to have fun. The pool scene in where Maggie and Christian engage in a dunking war began as a playful exchange, but give two people who are already attracted to each other wet, slippery bodies and sooner or later lips are going to lock.

Christian was harder to write than Maggie. Remember, I read historical and paranormals, where it was more acceptable to be alpha and not get smacked down by the heroine. The line between hero and arrogance is a fine one indeed, especially when dealing with Maggie, who continually puts herself in harm's way. So I gave his testosterone something to ease his yearning to lock her in a room. Her need to help kids on the street, his wishing that someone had reached out to his sister before she'd ended up dead seemed to work. He begins to understand how Maggie's mind ticks, even if she doesn't.

The bad guy kind of evolved, for lack of a better word. He started out as a friend of Maggie's and then…well, if you want to know more about him, you'll have to read the book.


What happens in Las Vegas always burns bright, especially after hours. In this sizzling new series, the city's 24/7 glitz hides one woman's darkest nightmares—and one investigator's seductive secrets...

Control is everything to gorgeous Maggie Anderson. Her exclusive club gives abused and troubled women a refuge from Vegas's merciless streets—and helps her reclaim her shattered sense of freedom. But now someone is brutally murdering those she fights so hard to save. And baring her deepest fears to the one man who insists on protecting her could be the one move she won't survive…

Elite private investigator Christian Beck knows this particular serial killer's MO—and his own wrenching failure to find him—all too well. But staying two steps ahead of Maggie's determination to uncover the truth pushes his well-honed skills past the limit—and ignites his most naked instincts. Now every clue is a lie, each irresistible desire a lethal trap. And the closer he and Maggie get, their shattering secrets will either save them—or torch their lives to glittering ash…

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Lucy Farago knows there is nothing like a happy sigh at the end of a good book. With the encouragement of her loving husband, she wrote her first manuscript. An unpublished historical, it sits in a file on her computer, there to remind her how much fun she had learning the craft and becoming part of an industry whose books make you believe anything is possible. A big fan of Agatha Christie, she set out to write her first romantic suspense novel. Thrilled to be a published author, Lucy also teaches yoga, enjoys cooking, and saying what other people are thinking. In her fantasy world, her beautiful Siberian husky, Loki, doesn’t shed and her three kids clean up after themselves. Alas, that fantasy will never see fruition. 
Photo Credit: Weber Photography

Thursday, September 24, 2015

The Woman behind the Man

Congratulations to "Amy P.", the winner in Jennifer's giveaway. Thank you to all who participated!

            When I sat down to write a sports romance novel, I watched a lot of sports themed movies. I spent hours taking notes to capture the mood, and the language along with the guts and glory. But one thing I noticed in all sports movies was that no matter what our hero faced it was the woman behind the man that made the story complete. Every athlete – no matter how big the ring, field or court, has his woman, the person who really makes the man who he is.
            Rocky had Adrian. Bull Durham’s Crash Davis had Annie Savoy.  The Fighter’s Micky Ward had Charlene Fleming both on and off the screen. And for all their bravery, sacrifice, hardships, dedication and training, it was the relationship they had with their significant other that moved the story forward.
            Rocky needs Adrian’s support, and when support waivers, he can’t be the fighter he wants to be. Crash is in love with Annie whether he wants to be or not, and Charlene is the only one close to Micky who sees (besides us) that for Micky to make it in boxing, he needs to control his family first.
            So, it’s no surprise in my debut novel, FIGHTING FOR IT, Jack’s relationship with Daniella is the key to his future. He needs her. Whether he wants to need her is a different story. And like in all the really good sports movies, that relationship determines just how far Jack can go.
            Jack Brady is typical of a lot of athletes. He has a big ego. It takes a woman as professional, and cool-headed as Daniella to keep Jack’s ego in check. Their personality contrast is key to their sexual tension.

Here’s an excerpt of FIGHTNG FOR IT:
“I’m running this show,” she said clearly, assuredly. “The sooner you accept it, the better off you’ll be.”

He took a step toward her. “And if I don’t?”

When she didn’t respond, he took another step forward. She didn’t flinch. She couldn’t. This was the time to show she was in charge. Then he took another step closer, then another until they were face-to-face.

His musky scent radiated off his body. His icy stare bore deep into her, drilling to the core of her nerves. She couldn’t let him have his way. He’d driven her out of Stamina once before. That summer, all those years ago, she was young and did what she was told. But now she was a woman. And this was her business; he was her fighter.

He’d learn to accept it or he could . . .

Wait. Where was he going?

Jack stepped beside her, then kept walking past her. She turned and allowed her eyes to follow him down the length of the gym. He opened the door. Sunlight cast across the concrete, but as quickly as it lit the floor, it was gone.

And so was Jack.

So tell me, what’s your favorite sports-themed movie and why do you like it? Post your comments below and one lucky winner will be chosen to receive an e-book copy of FIGHTING FOR IT.

The first in a sexy new series where the hard-hitters of Las Vegas’s Stamina boxing gym are K.O.-ed by the women they never saw coming...

After suffering a devastating loss during his last fight, heavyweight boxer Jack Brady’s whole career went down for the count. Now, his late manager’s daughter has inherited his contract and Jack is pleased to discover that the girl he fell in love with as a kid has grown into a strong, sexy woman—until she makes it clear that Jack has no choice but to get in the ring.

Daniella Chambers is determined to get her father’s failing gym back on track with Jack’s upcoming fight. She knows Jack’s got the talent to become champion and decides to force the unmotivated fighter away from the neon lights of Vegas to train in the seclusion of her lake house. But when they take a time out from their sessions to steam up the bedroom, the urge to win gets all tangled up with their desires. 

Now, Jack’s fight is swiftly approaching, and the fate of the gym isn’t the only thing on the ropes...

Includes an exclusive preview of the next Ringside novel, Going the Distance.

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