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BOOK BLITZ ~ Snowbound at Christmas by Debbie Mason ~ GIVEAWAY

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Christmas, Colorado #5
Debbie Mason
Releasing Sept 29th, 2015
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Surviving the holidays will take a Christmas miracle . . .

Ex-cop Cat O’Connor is bored working for her sister, Chloe, as a personal assistant on the set of her soap opera. Until Chloe gets an opportunity to audition for the role of a lifetime and asks her identical twin to substitute for her on the soap with no one the wiser. It’s a perfect switch-until Cat attracts the attention of the mysterious Mr. Tall, Dark, and Way-too-handsome leading man.

Grayson Alexander never thought being snowbound in the charming town of Christmas, Colorado, for the holiday would get so hot. But between working with sexy, tough Cat on set and keeping his real reason for being there under wraps, he’s definitely feeling the heat. And if there’s one thing they’ll learn as they bring out the mistletoe, it’s that in this town, true love is always in season.


Chloe attempted to remove Fluffy’s nails from her velour hoodie while staring at Cat with an appalled expression on her face.”Why are you sitting on that man?”

“I . . . ” Cat looked from her sister to the man in question. She was still sitting on him. On his rock-hard abs. Why hadn’t she moved? Because everything happened too fast. It was the only acceptable explanation. It had nothing to do with being stunned stupid by his movie-star good looks.

He raised an eyebrow. What was with the sardonic look? Oh no, he was not putting her on the defensive. He’d broken into her sister’s dressing room. Cat attempted to get off him without any further rubbing of her body on his, which wasn’t easy. She gave up and awkwardly scrambled to her feet.

“About bloody time,” she thought he muttered, but couldn’t be sure because she was back to being stunned stupid when he flashed her a smile. A smile so gorgeous it belonged in a toothpaste commercial.

            Pathetic. Cat was so off her game it wasn’t even funny. Here she was thinking about his full, seductive lips and his perfect white teeth when her sister’s life was on the line. Cat fisted her hands on her hips, put on her cop face, and went to glare down at the man. Only he rose to his feet with leonine grace, tugging the sleeves of his white shirt below his suit sleeves. She had to look up and took one step back, then another.

Behind her, Chloe sucked in a breath. Cat knew what that sucking sound meant, and it wasn’t good. Her sister had gotten her first good look at the man. “Chloe, wait for me in the hall. I need to question . . .”

Her sister practically threw the animal at the older woman, shoving Cat out of the way with her hand extended. And there it was again, his smile. Only this one seemed friendlier, more genuine, and just as flipping gorgeous. She waited for her sister to react. She didn’t disappoint.

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Debbie Mason is the bestselling author of the Christmas, Colorado series. Her books have been praised for their “likable characters, clever dialogue and juicy plots” (RT Book Reviews). She also writes historical paranormals as Debbie Mazzuca. Her MacLeod series has received several nominations for best paranormal as well as a Holt Medallion Award of Merit. When she isn’t writing or reading, Debbie enjoys
spending time with her very own real-life hero, their four wonderful children, an adorable grandbaby, and a yappy Yorkie named Bella.



Posted by on October 5, 2015 in Blitz/Bonanza Spotlights


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~~~COVER REVEAL~~~A Friendly Arrangement, book 2 in the Friends First series by Christine Warner

WOOT HOO! I’m excited to be able to finally share the gorgeous book cover for the second book in my Friends First Series–A Friendly Arrangement.

This releases on October 26th and I’m including the blurb and the pre-buy links if you want to jump start your book shopping.




What happens when your plus one becomes “the one”?

Holly Haggerty and Roth Esterly are two besties with everything in common—they’re neighbors, career-driven, and commitment-phobes. Tired of always being set up on dates by well-meaning friends and family, they take matters into their own hands: they will be the other’s plus one—a little friendly arrangement between friends.

Easy…until a steamy night where they cross the line. But that’s okay, they’ll add an addendum—one that includes a little action between the sheets…on top of the sheets…and without the sheets. But there are rules. Dating and sex are exclusive until one of them decides to terminate the agreement. No slumber parties. And if either party becomes emotionally involved they will break things off with no hard feelings.

When unexpected news changes their plans and turns their fun arrangement into something more serious, Holly and Roth must come to terms with what’s more important—what they thought they wanted, or what they really need.

Title: A Friendly Arrangement
Series: Friends First, #2
Author: Christine Warner
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Length: TBA
ISBN: 978-1-63375-4-331
Release Date: October 26, 2015
Imprint: Select Contemporary

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What to Read Wednesday with Cassie Mae ~ Giveaway

It’s Wednesday and you know what that means! It’s time for What to Read Wednesday. Please help me welcome author Cassie Mae to the blog today. I think you’ll enjoy her guest post!

Afterward, check out her release–Doing it For Love–and then don’t forget to enter her giveaway! (Don’t you love her cover???!!!)

Take it away Cassie…


For the SPANX Wearer in All of Us

Hey all! First, big thanks to Christine’s Words for letting me stop by :)

I’m about to get super candid here. Reality is my forte, I’ve been told ;)

SPANX, in case you don’t know what they are, are this stretchy, wiggle-into-it-if-you-can, don’t-put-in-the-wash, and try-not-to-sweat-too-much (yeah right), pair of underroos that you wear to hide those love handles and tummy pooches and under the boob rolls. Do they work? Sure they do. I know from experience. However…

These things are the modern day corset. Only corsets didn’t roll down your torso and make you look like a half-open can of Pillsbury dough. Corsets didn’t go all the way down to your thighs and they certainly didn’t have a teeny tiny hole that you have to try to pee through for “convenience.”

And you know, despite all of that loveliness, I decided to wear these things on a 6 hour flight because I thought it would make the person next to me on the plane more comfortable.

Yeah, that .000001 of an inch makes a lot of difference ;)

So, I’m a 300 pound woman. (I’m actually a 320 pound woman, but yanno, it’s kinda like rounding down, no pun intended ;) ) And I’m married to a sexy cop who looks fantastic in a uniform and he’s got some wicked awesome arms and yeah, he’s definitely not 300 pounds, but he loves me anyway.

He loves me anyway.

He loved me before and after the weight gain and loss and everything in between. He loved me when I fell down the steps on our wedding day and when he caught me talking to absolutely no one, and he loved me when I got so sick that I spent the entire day in the bathroom telling him to “not look because this is not ladylike!”

And even though I “know he’s wrong” and “no way can anyone be attracted to this flub,” he makes me feel like I’m a sexy goddess from the planet Perfect Body, even when I’m stuffing my face with a Butterfinger bar I kept hidden until the kids went to sleep so I didn’t have to share.

I write about the misfits. I love writing about them because I think we all feel out of place. We all wear SPANX to try to stuff and mold ourselves into what people expect of us or what we think will make us feel better. Instead we feel even more uncomfortable. So instead of trying to fit in somewhere, why not stand out?

Or maybe just buy some pants that don’t require SPANX to zip up ;)

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All About Love #1
Cassie Mae
Releasing Sept 29th, 2015


Cassie Mae’s charming, sexy new novel, perfect for fans of Emma Chase, puts a steamy twist on modern love as one bride-to-be tries to put the spark back in the bedroom—by any means necessary.
Elizabeth Fanning’s life looks pretty perfect, judging by the diamond ring on her finger. Her fiancé, Landon, is sweet, handsome, and hilarious. The trouble is, before they’ve even tied the knot, their sex life has gone from mind-blowing to “meh”—and Liz isn’t ready to be part of an old married couple. After a cathartic call to her best friend, Liz comes up with a brilliant idea. She and Landon may never be able to re-create the magic of their first time, but how amazing would their wedding night be if everything below the neck was off-limits until then?
Liz thinks it’ll bring them closer together. Landon’s convinced she’ll cave first. So they raise the stakes: Whoever lasts longer gets to pick their honeymoon destination. With her heart set on the Bahamas and Landon fighting for snowbound Utah, Liz simply has to win. But pretty soon, her body is screaming for attention, and Landon’s never seemed so far away. Has Liz’s experiment backfired? Losing their little competition would be frustrating—but the one thing she can’t afford to lose is him.

Not pregnant.

Praise Jesus.

I chuck the negative test in the bathroom trash with a shimmy and a shake. Pregnant at twenty-two was not what I pictured when I did my aptitude test seven years ago. Those results said I’d be some sort of performance artist. I pictured myself famous, in all the Broadway plays, living in my penthouse suite with my best friend, Theresa, and having weekend nookies with Chase Crawford. Kids were on the bucket list under: hell yes . . . when I’m married. Obviously, I was a dreamer at fifteen. Now that I’m more a realist, I’ve learned to be happy with whatever life has to offer me.

But I am happy that it decided not to offer me a baby right now.

I start the water on the shower because I feel like I peed all over myself when I attempted to aim on the stick. Aunt Flo is fourteen days late, and I’ve been avoiding Landon and his semen. Not that he’s noticed.

If sex was a three-course meal, Landon and I would be the peas and carrots. We’re good together, but we’re still the vegetables. Basically we do it when there’s a commercial on, when there is no food in the fridge, or it’s someone’s birthday. It’s okay . . . that’s what happens when you move past the honeymoon stage.

We used to be strawberries and whipped cream. Luxurious dessert, grinding on each other on public dance floors, car sex, kitchen sex, against the wall sex, balcony sex—which was an epic fail, by the way—and the always disastrous shower sex. Disaster because our bathtub is made for one person only, and so lying down ended with a faucet to the butthole and standing up made for slippery recoveries. But we were strawberries and whipped cream, so we’d laugh it off, not let it break the mood, jump into bed, and keep at it.

I refuse to think we’ve become raisin bran—the sex you have only because you have needs to take care of—despite what Theresa says. She’s permanently the palate cleanser between courses in her own sex life, and she’s not budging anytime soon. But she just hasn’t found her Landon yet.

Anyway, back to Landon not noticing the lack of sex. It’s because we’re so busy all the time. He works all day at a call center then he goes and films all night. He’s a director-in-training—got an award for his last movie and a grant to make the one he’s working on now. So he comes home smelling like sweaty socks—which he loves to leave on the floor in the living room. That’s what peas and carrots do, though.

It’s funny, for so long I wanted to know the story after the happy ending. What happens to the couple once they find each other, consummate their relationship, and get past their demons? Now that I’m in that story, I get why no one talks about it. I’m in love, so it pretty much trumps all the other crap. At least, it has so far. Despite Landon’s dirty laundry—literal—and his late nights—also literal—he makes me laugh. I’ve never had so much fun with another person. Even being vegetables, sex—when we have it—is fun. Probably why I wish we had it more.

Better check the effectiveness of my birth control first, though.

A hand whips back the shower curtain, and I scream like a banshee and chuck my washcloth at the attacker.

“Sweet mother,” I say, holding my heart. “What the hell?”

Landon slowly peels the washcloth from the bill of his The Nightmare Before Christmas hat. He’s wearing his matching graphic tee, a red stain on the upper right sleeve. Probably from the pizza he had to gobble between his job and his shoot this afternoon.

“Liz,” he says, holding the pregnancy test between two fingers. “What is this?”

“It’s a negative pee test. Don’t worry.”

“Did you think you were pregnant?” He chokes on the word.

“Yes, but I’m not.” I lean forward and kiss his shocked lips. “So don’t worry.”

He lets out this large breath, chucking the test back in the trash. “Fine, but you must promise on your precious iPod that you will tell me next time you think you are.”

I hold my hand to the square. “I vow to dispose of all my late-period secrets.” I drop my arm. “Now may I shower?”

“How long you going to be?”


“So till the hot water is out.”

I put a finger to my nose, and he pulls his cap off. His shirt goes next.

“Joining me?” I ask, my lady nethers perking up. It’s not even my birthday. What a sexy surprise.

“Yeah, I won’t have time in the morning.”

“Oh.” Calm down, girls, it’s just one of those “saving water” things, and not because I’m naked, he’s naked, and we’re going to be wet and slippery.

His cold hand splays across my stomach when he steps in, and I refuse to let my nethers get their hopes up again.

“You okay?” he asks, scruff tickling my neck.

“Yeah, why?”

“Paint me paranoid,” he says, backing me into his chilled body. I move the water so he warms up. “But I think something’s wrong. And I’m not letting you out of this shower till you tell me.”

A twitch of a smile finds itself on my mouth. “I’m fine.”

“Good thing you’re naked.” He taps my ass. “Your pants wouldn’t stand a chance.”

I shake my head, biting back my laughter. “You’re a tease.”


He knows why. The last time we showered together, he held me close like this, got me all revved up, then grabbed the soap, washed himself, and left for work. It’s not his fault. I did the same thing the time before that. Again, comes back to being the veggies of the sex meal.

“Okay. The guessing game,” he says when I don’t answer. “I’ll play, but you know I don’t like it.” He gently rocks me. “Your vampire show didn’t record?”

I snort a laugh into the water. “I haven’t checked. But it better have.”

He swipes my hair off my neck, and I feel his smile against my skin. “Hmm . . . the Jets have no shot at making the playoffs. I feel your pain. I cried it all out last night. Now it’s your turn.”

I playfully elbow him in the stomach, but despite my abuse, Landon’s arms tighten around me, thumb reassuringly rubbing my hipbone.

“No . . . I think I know what this is really about.” He pulls at the skin by my bellybutton. I raise an eyebrow because there is nothing wrong. I’m just horny.


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Posted by on September 30, 2015 in What to Read Wednesday


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Cold Fury #4
Sawyer Bennett
Releasing Sept 8th, 2015


The rugged men of the Carolina Cold Fury hockey team are winning hearts once again in another scorching novel from New York Times bestselling author Sawyer Bennett.
The stakes have never been higher for Carolina Cold Fury goalie Ryker Evans. With his contract running out, he’s got a year left to prove he’s still at the top of his game. And since his wife left him, Ryker has been balancing life as a pro-hockey star and a single parent to two daughters. Management is waiting for him to screw up. The fans are ready to pounce. Everybody’s taking dirty shots—except for the fiery redhead whose faith in Ryker gives him a fresh start.
As the league’s only female general manager, Gray Brannon has learned not to mix business with pleasure. And yet even this tough, talented career woman can’t help breaking her own rules as she gives Ryker everything she’s got. She hopes their hot streak will last forever, but with Ryker’s conniving ex plotting to reclaim her man, the pressure is on Gray to step up and save a tender new love before it’s too late.
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My father has never been one for pomp, sugar coating, or long segues. He cuts right to the chase. “I know you all have seen the news stories and I hate that it was leaked before I could talk to you. As of today, I have officially stepped down as the acting general manager of the Cold Fury.”

No one utters a word. Not a sound is made. This tells me that indeed, everyone has already heard the news.

“I’m appointing my daughter, Gray Brannon, in my place.”

And there it is . . . a distinct rustling sound as bodies shift in their seats. My father continues on, making firm and clear statements about my qualifications.

Graduated Princeton when I was nineteen.

Got my MBA from Kellogg at twenty-one.

Ph.D. in statistics from Berkeley at twenty-four.

Genius level IQ of 142.

Okay, Dad . . . that’s a little much. Get to the good stuff. 

As I half listen to my father talk with pride about my two Olympic medals while playing for the U.S. women’s ice hockey team—one silver, one gold—I let my eyes roam over the group. The two front rows are composed of the coaching, equipment, and training staff. The players sit in clique-type groups based on what lines they play on. This isn’t by design, but I’m betting more because they have a unique bond and camaraderie. They almost have a sixth sense that enables them to read each other while on the ice.

My eyes pass over Ryker Evans, our team’s goalie, and then snap right back to him. He’s not watching my father but rather me, and I find myself unwillingly sucked into those silver-gray eyes. It happens every time I look at him, whether it’s in person or he’s giving an interview on TV, which is again proof that I am indeed a woman.

His lips tip up in acknowledgment of me and his eyes radiate congratulations. He gives me a nod of approval and then slides his gaze to my father, who is now lauding my scouting efforts for the Cold Fury. I’ve been the senior scout for the past two years and have scored some great players for the team.

I don’t immediately move my own gaze on, but rather take an unfettered moment to appreciate Ryker’s bold handsomeness. He’s called the Brick Wall in this league because he’s big. I mean really big for a goalie, but he’s still one of the most agile net minders I’ve ever seen. And still speaking as a woman for just a second, he has the face of a GQ cover model. In fact, I think he’s actually graced their cover twice if memory serves me. Dark hair, liquid silver eyes, and a beard of what looks like no more than three days’ growth that never gets shorter or longer, even during the playoffs. I’m quite sure when he’s ready to retire he could have a second career as a model if he was so inclined.

As it stands, however, I am far more interested in Ryker Evans for his athletic abilities than his face and I consider him to be one of my greatest acquisitions as a scout. I thought that even when our playoff hopes were crushed during Ryker’s first game in a Cold Fury jersey when he failed to stop a penalty shot, securing for us a big fat loss. I thought he was still a fantastic prospect even when the organization’s CFO, Bill Bowman, berated me in a staff meeting for insisting on such a pricey acquisition to the team.

I remember that day with actual fondness. Bill got all red in the face as he ranted at me, and my father just leaned back in his chair at the head of the conference room table and let me take it all on my shoulders. My father never fought my fights once I became an adult and I loved him for it. It meant he respected me.

It didn’t matter that it was wholly unfair to put that loss on Ryker’s shoulders. The fact is, the team—as a whole and with our regular starting goalie, Max Fournier—blew a three-game lead in the playoffs against Atlanta. Ryker came in cold off the bench when Max suffered a season- ending knee injury and was immediately placed in the net to face off against one of the best players in the league for a penalty shot.

And when he missed it, he became the pariah of the Cold Fury team.

At least for a little while.

But right now, it’s kind of hard to be the outcast when you have a .936 save percentage.

Yes, now my boy is back. He’s become a team leader—a man the younger guys look up to. He’s killing it on the ice, and I believe nothing is going to stop him this season. I can see it in his eyes, the tilt of his chin, the set to his shoulders. Ryker Evans, the Brick Fucking Wall, is going to lead this team—my team—straight into the playoffs. He has something to prove and that’s fine by me . . . whatever motivates him best.

“—which means that the only one who has to prove herself to you is Gray. I’m not even asking you to give her a chance because I know she’d never ask that of you either. I’m just telling you to watch and judge her on her own merits.”

My dad steps away from the podium and gives me a wink. He sweeps a hand out, indicating that I now have the floor. I didn’t have any expectations that I was going to be greeted with open arms. I didn’t expect applause, wolf whistles, or even metaphorical banging of hockey sticks to welcome me. In fact, I got more than I ever anticipated just from that quick nod of approval from Ryker Evans.

That’s fine by me.

Just makes this all the easier for me as I step up to the podium and prepare to cement my place in history.

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USA Today and New York Times Best-Selling Author, Sawyer Bennett is a snarky southern woman and reformed trial lawyer who decided to finally start putting on paper all of the stories that were floating in her head. Her husband works for a Fortune 100 company which lets him fly all over the world while she stays at home with their daughter and three big, furry dogs who hog the bed. Sawyer would like to report she doesn’t have many weaknesses but can be bribed with a nominal amount of milk chocolate.

Sawyer is the author of several contemporary romances including the popular Off Series, the Legal Affairs Series and the Last Call Series. She will be releasing her third book in the Cold Fury Hockey Series with Random House Loveswept, June 2015.

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Posted by on September 29, 2015 in Blitz/Bonanza Spotlights


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BOOK BLITZ ~ Love Somebody Like You by Susan Fox ~ GIVEAWAY

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Caribou Crossing #6
Susan Fox
Released Sept 29th,2015
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With its breathtaking terrain and welcoming people, the Western town of Caribou Crossing is the perfect place for a heart to heal, and for love to blossom once more…
Since the death of her husband three years ago, young widow Sally Ryland has kept to herself and focused on her struggling business, Ryland Riding. Folks assume she’s still grieving, because Sally has never shared the truth about her abusive marriage, or the trust issues that remain. But when a sexy rodeo rider from her past turns up for a visit, he’s a reminder of the feisty woman she once was—and maybe still could be…
Ben Traynor was always attracted to Sally, but he didn’t move fast enough. Now what Sally needs is patience and gentleness. With an injury keeping him from his next rodeo, Ben has the perfect excuse to stick around and help with her chores—and her healing. And as Sally finds the courage to face her demons and open her heart again, she’ll have to decide if what she has with Ben is more than safety, gratitude, and short-term passion, but a forever love…
“Fox knows how to strike just enough sway between sweet and bitter, homespun and steamy.” –Publishers Weekly

Thinking about what would work best for takeout, he ordered meat loaf, mashed potatoes, and coleslaw for two. Normally, as part of his fitness regimen, he took it easy on the carbs, but women liked dessert—that was his excuse and he was sticking to it—so he also asked for a couple of slices of strawberry-rhubarb pie. “That’s to go,” he told the woman. Terry, her name tag said.

She clipped the order slip to one of those old fashioned carousels that hung between the diner and the kitchen, then turned back to him. “How are you liking our fair town so far?”

He figured the population was small enough, she’d know he wasn’t a local. “Looks nice, but I haven’t seen much of it. I’ve been out at Ryland Riding, visiting Sally. She’s an old friend.”

Her dark eyebrows arched. “You’re a friend of Sally Ryland’s?” Her tone held disbelief.

He eyed her quizzically. “Yeah. From way back. Before she got married.”

“Huh. Didn’t know she had friends except for Dave and—” She broke off, flushing. “That sounded terrible. Sorry. It’s just, well . . . she keeps to herself, you know?”

No friends? The Sally he’d known had been so outgoing. But then, Pete’s death had probably messed her up, not to mention left her swamped with work. “Since her husband died?”

Terry shook her head. “I’ve never once met Sally, and she’s been here seven, eight years. I don’t know if she’s set foot in town more than a few times, and her husband wasn’t here much more often. They built Ryland Riding and it was, like, their own little world. Just the two of them.”

“You mean, except for students and people boarding horses, right?”

“Sure. But Sally and Pete didn’t socialize.” She took a lattice-topped fruit pie from the display case. “Seems they didn’t need anyone except each other. That’s true love for you. I guess. I mean, it’s not how me and my hubby, Jeff, back there in the kitchen, like things.” Slicing pie, she chuckled. “Well, obviously, eh, or we wouldn’t own a diner. We like being in the center of what’s going on in town.” She put two generous slices of pie into a take-out container.

“I remember when Sally and Pete first met. It was like, bam, neither of them had eyes for anyone else.”

“Well, I guess it stayed that way. I heard that the rare times he did come into town he’d buy flowers for Sally.” An order was up, and she went to deliver it.

Maybe Ben had better not take flowers tonight. He didn’t want Sally thinking he was trying to compete, or compare, with Pete.


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Posted by on September 28, 2015 in Blitz/Bonanza Spotlights


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What to Read Wednesday with Sarah Robinson author of Breaking A Legend ~ GIVEAWAY

YAY! It’s time for another round of What to Read Wednesday :) Please help me welcome author Sarah Robinson to the blog. She’s sharing a great snippet from her release Breaking a Legend. Enjoy the blurb and cover, too!

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Take it away Sarah…

An original short story about the Kavanagh brothers by Sarah Robinson. This snippet introduces Rory Kavanagh, the oldest brother and the star of BREAKING A LEGEND. It also introduces his younger brothers: Kane, Quinn, and Jimmy. Each book in the KAVANAGH LEGENDS series will be a standalone book about one of the family members and their quest to find love in the rough and tumble world of mixed martial arts. 


“Remind me why I’m here again?” Quinn cocked one jet black eyebrow as he stared at his oldest brother, Rory, in the back offices of Legend, the family owned gym.

“Because you’re in the book, dumbass. The readers want to know about all of us.” Rory pushed the rest of his dark brown hair behind his ears and stared down at the interviewer’s questions on the paper in his hands.

“I’m not really in it though.” Jimmy spoke up.

“You’re definitely in it, Jimmy.” Kane laughed. “Mainly when you’re trying to keep the rest of us out of jail.”

“Don’t put that in the damn interview, I’ll lose my shield.” Jimmy glared at him, crossing his arms over his chest.

“If anyone isn’t in this book, it’s Kieran. I’m half a person these last two years.” Kane frowned, talking about his twin brother who’s currently serving a prison sentence in upstate New York.

“We’re not talking to reporters about Kieran. They’ll learn plenty about him in the second book.” Rory instructed his brothers.

“There’s going to be a second book?” Kane asked.

Rory nodded. “Hell yeah, people are clamoring to find out about our family.”

“Uh, I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” Jimmy looked nervous. “What with dad’s ties to the mafia and all of your lack of respect for the law, do we really want that documented in print?”

Rory rolled his eyes at Jimmy. His little brother was always the cautious one, a New York City police officer who always walked the straight and narrow. The rest of the Kavanagh brothers were a far cry from that.

“Relax, kid. It’s a romance novel. No one’s going to care about a few broken laws here of there,” Rory told him. “It’s about me and Clare.”

Quinn whistled a teasing catcall before turning to his older brother. “I hope it’s mostly about Clare, because no one’s going to want to read about your ugly mug.”

“There isn’t a woman in the world who won’t want to read about me.” Rory wiggled his eyebrows suggestively as his brother’s chuckled. “But you’re right, Clare’s the best thing about me.”

“Just read the first question, asshole,” Kane said before deciding he didn’t want to wait. He grabbed the paper out of Rory’s hands and looked it over. “Question one, is Seamus still part of the infamous Irish mafia once known as the Westies?”

“Pass.” Jimmy grunted, waving his hand. “We can’t answer that one.”

The other brothers nodded in agreement, shooting a secretive grin back and forth between them.

“Fine, next question,” Kane said. “Which brother is the best mixed martial arts fighter? Oh that’s easy, obviously I am.”

Rory nearly choked on the water he was currently sipping. “You wish!”

“You’re old and washed up, I’m young and fresh.” Kane grinned, purposefully pushing his buttons.

“I’m not too old to kick your ass.” Rory growled at his arrogant brother.

“I’ve got to side with Rory on this one,” Quinn weighed in. “Plus Kieran was fighting long before you too, Kane.”

“None of you dickheads would make it through NYPD’s academy like I did either,” Jimmy added.

“F this shit.” Kane tossed down the paper as he stood and walked toward the office door. “These questions are stupid. I’m not doing this.”

“Kane, we’ve got a book to promote!” Rory yelled after him.

“Promote this,” Kane shot back as he stuck his middle finger out behind him and left.

Rory sighed before bending down and picking back up the interviewer’s questions. “Maybe I’ll just ask Clare to fill this out.”

“She’d be so much better at it than we would.” Quinn grinned, hopping up and heading out of the office. “Tell her I owe her!”

“Ditto.” Jimmy clapped a hand on Rory’s back before following suit.

Rory shook his head as he found himself alone. It wasn’t that long ago when he’d been just as irresponsible and flippant as they are now, but meeting Clare had changed his priorities in life. He smiled at the thought of heading home early to see Clare under the guise of having to bring her the interviewer’s questions.

Seems his brothers actually might have done him a favor.



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Perfect for fans of Katy Evans and Monica Murphy, Sarah Robinson’s blistering-hot series debut introduces the Kavanagh brothers—mixed martial arts fighters who work hard, play hard, and love with all their hearts.
As one of the big names at his family’s gym, Legends, MMA star Rory Kavanagh is used to being in the spotlight—until a gruesome leg injury knocks him out of the cage. Rory is left feeling sidelined in more ways than one, battling the inner demons that come with losing the one shot at his dreams. Then Clare walks into his life and gives him a new dream: winning her heart. There aren’t many new faces in Woodlawn these days, but this tough, beautiful stranger makes Rory want to get his life back into fighting shape.
Clare Ivers doesn’t think she’ll be able to tell anyone what really brought her to the close-knit Bronx neighborhood where she just started bartending. But her life’s on pause and her past is catching up fast, try as she might to move on—with new friends, steady work, and a chiseled alpha male trying to get her attention. Even though Rory’s more than a little intense, she can’t deny that her heart beats faster when he looks at her with those soulful silver eyes. Clare thought she was done with love, but Rory might just be man enough to show her she thought wrong.

“I really appreciate it, but you don’t have to give it to me for free,” Clare’s brow furrowed as she took the membership card from the spunky redhead.

“Oh, please, girl. I used to work busing tables at O’Leary’s Pub when I was in high school. Is Cian still in charge over there?” She smiled back as she continued putting Clare’s information into the gym’s computer system.

“Yeah, he’s my supervisor.” Clare nodded at the woman, slightly mesmerized by how piercing and blue her eyes were in contrast to the bright red wavy hair that flowed down most of her back.

“Then believe me, these self-defense classes can be written off as a work expense on next year’s taxes.” Both women snickered. Clare leaned against the counter, enjoying the interaction, since she hadn’t made any friends around her age in the three weeks she had lived here. Clare felt a pang of regret slice through her as she wished that an irritating boss was the only reason she needed self-defense classes.

“I’m Casey Kavanagh, by the way.” The redhead reached out her hand to Clare, who accepted it happily.

“Clare—well, I guess you already know that.” Clare pointed toward the driver’s license that Casey was still holding. Casey just smirked and waved her hand nonchalantly.

“So—Kavanagh? You’re part of the family who owns this place?” Clare tried not to sound like she was prying, but she was curious. She’d heard that name all over town since she got here.

“Yeah, my uncle owns it. Started it up back in the late seventies. It’s been remodeled lately, but we definitely still have the old-school reputation.”

“Oh.” Clare nodded, not sure what that meant or what to say.

“Here, you can have this back. I think I have everything in here now.” Casey handed her the license. “The thirty-day trial membership begins today, and then we can talk about different types of plans after you’ve had a chance to try out our various amenities and classes.”

“Thanks. Do you think I could have a peek around? See where the locker rooms are and stuff like that?” Clare tucked her driver’s license back into her wallet along with the new membership card, then stuffed the wallet into the small brown purse that was slung over her shoulder.

“Hell, yeah! Come on, let me give you a tour. Welcome—officially, this time—to Legends!” Casey popped out from around the back of the counter, motioning for her to follow.

Clare watched the bouncy, energetic woman in amusement as she followed her, feeling slightly overdressed in her knee-length red dress and thigh-high black boots, compared to Casey’s black yoga pants and neon-green long-sleeved tee.

“Okay, so here are the locker rooms. Men over there, women right here.” Casey started to point toward various doors they passed as the hallway opened up into a large room with an open floor plan.

“The entire far side of the room is pretty much for the fighters, not really anything but testosterone and ball sweat over there.” Casey slid her arm around Clare’s elbow to pull her along.

Clare giggled at Casey’s remarks and took in the view of dozens of men on weight-lifting machines, standing in front of weight benches, and in the rings. She had to agree, there was definitely a lot of testosterone in here.

“But over here is where things are a bit less noisy.” Casey led Clare to a side hall that opened into several small classrooms. A few of the rooms were filled with people doing group exercises; Clare recognized a yoga class and a spinning class.

“All the classrooms are walled in by windows, but the glass is so thick that you can’t hear all the noise from the rings.” Casey indicated an empty classroom that was at the back wall of the gym.

The door they entered through was set in a wall of all glass, just like the back wall of the room that gave them a view of the street. Clare strode toward the back wall, loving the openness and the view of pedestrians passing by.

“Yeah, that’s my favorite part, too,” Casey said.

“What, people watching?”

“Of course! People are weird, which is fun,” Casey quipped, joining her at the window as they stood side by side.

“See, there’s an example of weird right there.” Casey pointed at a behemoth of a man crouching on the sidewalk with a large dog next to him.

“That’s my cousin, Rory, but he’s more like a brother. He works here sometimes, used to be a fighter but got hurt in the championships last year. Almost couldn’t walk again since his leg pretty much split in two. A year later, not only is he walking, but there he is crouched down, feeding a damn street dog.”

Clare watched more closely, and now she noticed the second dog. In front of both the man and the larger dog beside him was a smaller, frail-looking pup. It couldn’t be more than twenty pounds, although it seemed like it should be much bigger. The dog’s ribs were poking out of its side as Casey’s cousin slowly fed him a sandwich. He was careful to hold his hand out flat and she could see his lips moving from his profile, realizing he was probably coaxing the dog to accept the food.

“I think that’s sweet. I was studying to be a vet before I moved here.” Clare’s voice was soft as she admired the man’s kindness toward the stray.

The man stood and stretched a bit, opening up the other half of a bagged sandwich and then settling himself on the curb by the thin dog, who seemed more trusting of him now. In his new position, Clare could see more of his face and she realized that it was the same burly yet handsome man she had flirted with at O’Leary’s last night.

Of course, that was before he had broken her boss’s nose.

She felt a stirring in her abdomen as she watched him, her mouth slightly parting. The brown pup cautiously took a few steps to him, then sat and placed his head in Rory’s lap. Clare felt a glow as her heart warmed at the sight.

“I’m so not an animal person, but Rory would help a goddamn rat if he found one. That bigger dog there is his shadow, Ace. Barely ever see the two of them apart.” Casey stepped away from the window.

Clare hesitated, watching Rory and Ace for a moment longer, then pulled herself away to go follow her new friend. It had been a while since she had thought about her previous career aspirations, and a wave of sadness passed over her as she thought of the different trajectory of her life now. Maybe now that she was starting over, she could go back to school, she found herself hoping.




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Sarah Robinson is the bestselling author of The Photographer Trilogy and the Sand & Clay rock star series. A native of Washington, D.C., Robinson has both her bachelor’s and master’s degrees in criminal psychology. She is married to a local police officer who is just as much of an animal rescue enthusiast as she is. Together, they own a zoo of rescue and foster animals.

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INTERVIEW with Dixie Lee Brown author of Rescued by the Ranger ~ GIVEAWAY

Please help me welcome author Dixie Lee Brown to the blog today :) Dixie is sitting  in the hot seat getting ready to answer a few questions os that we can all get to know her a little better. We’re also going to get some first hand tidbits on her release RESCUED BY THE RANGER!

Afterward, don’t forget to enter her giveaway :)

Let’s get started!

Thanks so much for inviting me to be on your blog today. I’ll get right to your questions.

Awesome. I’m so glad to have you here Dixie! Tell us one thing you love, one thing you fear, and one thing you wish.

Love: I love my dogs. I have a Maltese named Kaycee and a Maltese-cross named Reba. They are amazing!

Fear: If I can only name one thing, I’ll have to say snakes! Awful! As a kid, I had nightmares about snakes.

Wish: My wish would be that there wasn’t so much hate in the world.

Love your answers. What’s the last thing you cooked?

Bacon, eggs, and French toast. I love breakfast!

What’s your favorite holiday and why?

I’m a big fan of summer, so when Memorial Day rolls around, I get excited. Summer is on its way along with all the activities that people do: camping, fishing, hiking, gardening. The list goes on and on.

What’s under your bed?

Besides the dust bunnies? I have four of those thin plastic containers filled with off-season clothes and old purses. I think it’s written somewhere that you’re not allowed to get rid of old purses, right?

At what point in your life did you decide that being an author was no longer going to be a dream but an ambition you were going to turn into a reality? :)

About five years ago, I read the Twilight saga. I was so caught up in the story and the characters, I didn’t want it to end. For months afterward I couldn’t shake the feeling of being in that alternate world. I’d always wanted to write, but now I wanted to write a story that would draw people in and make them want to stay. So I went for it, and with each story I get a little closer to my goal.

Describe your writing space.

A recliner in the living room, my laptop on my lap, and one of my dogs sleeping on the leg rest. It’s not as convenient or comfortable as I’d like, but I’ve tried a desk with an adjustable chair and other more traditional arrangements, and none seem to work for me.

What makes your book stand out from others in the same genre?

My readers have come to expect page-turning action in my books. My editor never lets me forget it either!

Which scene in this book was your favorite to write and why?

While writing this book, I felt such a connection between the hero, Garrett, and his brother Luke. I don’t want to give away any spoilers here, so this answer will be purposely vague. At one point, Garrett is captured and left to die. When Luke finds him, he refuses to leave even though staying puts his life in danger as well. The scene between them is very heartwarming, touching, and made up of moments that only brothers could share.

What would YOU like your readers to know about your books or you in general?

All of my books so far honor the military hero. Everyday men and women whose lives have been changed by their unselfish service to our country. No “thank you” could ever be enough. I write about them because of my deep admiration and high regard for what they do. My heroes aren’t “bad boys”. I like to think of them as good guys with bad-boy skills and human foibles. If you share my appreciation, you’ll enjoy RESCUED BY THE RANGER.

Will you share the first sentence in your book?

A faint whine from the shotgun seat jerked Garrett’s attention back to the narrow road hugging the side of a steep mountain in the middle-of-fucking-nowhere, Idaho.

Would you give us a little peek into what you’re working on next?

I’m currently working on another romantic suspense, a sequel to RESCUED BY THE RANGER, which brings Garrett’s brother Luke (a Navy SEAL) home from an Afghan POW camp. He’s hoping it’s not too late to make things right between him and Sally Duncan, the sexy brunette he met before he deployed. But the aftermath of his captivity and the fact that he rejected her in the hospital when he returned to the states aren’t the only obstacles in their way. Sally has secrets of her own. Hers could get them killed.

RANDOM FUN: Finish this sentence.

My toothbrush is well-used and a little ragged around the edges.

When I’m alone in the car I’m usually “writing” my next scene in my head.

My favorite ice cream is chocolate chip cookie dough.

When I was a child I dreamed about growing up to be a singer. (No, I can’t carry a tune in a wash bucket!)

The most fun I had this summer was a recent girl’s trip to the beach with two wonderful friends.

If I could live my life in any television series, I’d choose to live in Hot in Cleveland. (This was hard! I don’t watch much TV.)

That was fun! Again, thanks for having me. Maybe some of your readers would leave comments and tell me which television series they’d want to live in!


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Protecting those in trouble is what Army Ranger Garrett Harding does best. But after helping a feisty redhead toss a couple of losers from her Idaho bar, the woman is anything but grateful for his assistance—in fact, she seems to know him. Worse, she almost certainly hates him.

The only thing Rachel Maguire wants is to send this smart-mouthed, muscled military man packing. She knows Garrett has his own reasons for staying, so when he offers Rachel a deal—two days to prove his worth or he leaves—she reluctantly agrees. Despite wanting to loathe him, Rachel finds herself drawn to his quiet confidence…and the way he fills out a t-shirt.

But when Rachel receives a phone call from the past, everything changes. The stalker who destroyed her life ten years ago is closing in once more. Refusing to put anyone else in harm’s way, Rachel hits the road hoping to lure danger away from those she loves. But Garrett won’t leave this sexy spitfire to face her stalker alone. He’ll do anything to protect her. Even if it means risking his life—and his heart.



A wave of anger hit Garrett hard as he watched the red-haired woman school her expression into patient nonchalance, yet she couldn’t hide the fury that burned in those green eyes. Garrett, taking his cue from her, forced a smile and shifted his weight to one of the barstools. “Huh! They just left the place unlocked?” He stared directly at the kid. “Seems reckless. Any slimy piece of riffraff could wander in and sit himself down.” A faint smile crossed quickly over Rachel’s face, but apparently the idiot beside her was too stupid to take offense. Garrett would have to try harder.

The kid leaned back in his chair, and a black scowl twisted his features. “I won’t be tellin’ ya again to clear out. A fella stickin’ his nose in around these parts is askin’ for a beatin’ . . . or worse.”

Garrett’s gaze shifted to Rachel as she slowly lifted her eyes to his. She studied him curiously for a second before the slimeball squeezed her hand cruelly and she bit her lip, muffling a small sound. The tautness of her body and the determined set of her jaw telegraphed her intention ahead of her movement, and Garrett started toward them seconds before she jumped to her feet, sending her chair flying backward. Rachel fisted her right hand and flung a haymaker at the punk’s nose. Obviously quicker than he looked, the kid saw it coming and easily caught her wrist, yanking her arm behind her back. With one foot, he pulled the closest chair into position and forced her to sit, then turned to face Garrett with a make-my-day smirk on his face. Clearly enjoying himself now, he twisted Rachel’s arm higher, bending her over the table, and a cry escaped her this time. “As I was sayin’, it’s time for you to go.”

Garrett held his ground. The woman’s eyes still flashed with fire, but fear seemed noticeably absent, if the instinct to knock the kid on his ass was any indication. Maybe they were a couple and this was their idea of Saturday-afternoon foreplay. Damn. He hated getting involved in family matters, but he’d never been able to abide violence against women.

A deep breath later, he’d committed himself to what was likely to follow. “Thanks for the warning, but I think I’ll hang around for a while. Unless you want to let this pretty little bartender here sell me a drink.”

The guy took a step toward the edge of the table, still grasping Rachel’s wrist. “Hey! You hard of hearin’ or somethin’? You’ve got two seconds to git back on the road or I’m gonna kick your ass.”

Garrett laughed, then let his forced humor fade as he squared his stance. “You can try if you want.”

The guy roared like a wounded rhinoceros, released the woman’s wrist, and lurched around the table toward Garrett. Rachel didn’t waste a second. She darted away from the table, vaulted over the top of the bar, and dropped out of sight on the other side.

Garrett braced for the lunatic’s clumsy attack, but with three strides still separating them, he heard the distinctive sound of a Winchester lever-action rifle. The charging bull in front of him obviously recognized the sound as well.

He skidded to a stop and threw his hands in the air. “Now, Rachel, baby. You don’t wanna do that.”

“I sure as hell do, you sorry excuse for a single-celled amoeba. I told you if you ever laid a hand on me, I’d kill you, and I meant it.” Rachel’s voice was silky smooth and hard-edged.

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DIXIE LEE BROWN lives and writes in Central Oregon, inspired by what she believes is the most gorgeous scenery anywhere. She resides with two dogs and a cat, who make sure she never takes herself too seriously. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading, movies, and trips to the beach.



Posted by on September 22, 2015 in Blitz/Bonanza Spotlights


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