Tuesday, May 19, 2015

More Than Ready by #MFRWauthor @AnitaPhilmar #ASMSG #Romance

More Than Ready in Naked Bluff, Texas

Genre: historical, western, erotic
Theme: friends to lovers

Word Count: 5803

After losing his brother, Kirk Pepperman planned a future with Richard’s wife, Sadie. Kirk wanted to honor his brother and take care of Sadie.
She had other ideas and married another man.
Now, Kirk is uncertain what he should do with his life
Mary Beth Owens knows her parents are arranging for her to marry Kirk. The problem is he’s been stuck on the wrong woman for years.
She is determined to find out if he can please her. If not, then she has no desire to marry him either.
Can these two let go of the past and move into the future? 
Available for .99cents and free for KindleUnlimited.
Theme: friends to lovers
This story is part of the Naked Bluff series.

Kirk is introduced in the story In Too Deep 

Sadie Pepperman is looking for a chance to escape the demands of her in-laws. With her husband’s dead, they want her to marry her brother-in-law so they can take control of her farm. 
Suddenly, the peace of the day is shattered when her best friend steps too far into the river. Rushing to save her, Sadie meets a handsome stranger that ignites her dormant lust. She sees her friend rescued by a steamship and backs away from Logan Jansen, only to turn her ankle. 
The agonizing pain leaves Sadie with the inability to walk. Needing help, she offers Logan a place to stay if he’ll help with the chores on her farm. With his agreement, Sadie adds another problem to her list. Now, not only does she have to worry about how to bring her crops in from the field and run her farm alone but she also has to fight her attraction to Logan. 
Can Sadie end her in-laws’ interference in her life, 
run her farm alone, 
and give love another chance? 

Hope you check out my upcoming release,

Anita Philmar

Monday, May 18, 2015

Presented by Goddess Fish Mermen


by Mimi Jean Pamfiloff


From New York Times Bestseller Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

These Mermen Don't Have Tails, They're Deadly as Hell, and They've Got Something He


he knows it. And no, he doesn't care. He's got money and power, and he depends on no one.

But when his estranged father dies, willing him a secret island, Roen will come face to face with

an even bigger secret: its occupants. And these savage, sea-obsessed warriors are quick to

make their position clear: Leave now or die.

There's only one problem. Nobody tells Roen what to do. Ever. Oh, and one other thing. He's

just met the island's other new "guest" and something about her brings out his possessive side.

SOLE SHIPWRECK SURVIVOR LIV STRATTON had been adrift at sea for ten grueling days

when salvation miraculously appeared: an uncharted island. Only, the deceivingly beautiful men

who live there aren't interested in saving her. No, not at all. Because they somehow believe she

is their property, a gift from the ocean to do with as they please. This is not good.

Her only hope? Billionaire Roen Doran, of all people. A man who's said to care for nothing and

no one. But if he's so heartless, then why is he about to risk everything to help her?

NOTE FROM MIMI ABOUT MERMEN: Anyone who has read the Accidental Series or King

knows I love to flip things on their heads. Mermen is no exception. THIS IS NOT A FLUFFY

STORY ABOUT men with fins and tails who sweep ladies off their feet and make them long to

be mermaids. Uh-uh. This is NOT that kind of story. Nobody in their right mind would want to

hang out with these very beautiful yet dangerous men (who don't actually have tails, fins, or

gills, by the way) NOR would anyone want to be their mates. Well, at least, not me! Run. Away!!

Hope you enjoy the ride. - MIMI



Roen opened the envelope and found a letter paper-clipped to an old map that looked straight

out of a ridiculous Looney Tunes episode—a few landmarks and a giant “X” right in the middle

of the page. He skimmed the letter—some random garble about an island in the North Pacific.

Clearly, his father had been a crazy asshole right until the bitter end. Case in point…

Roen, my boy, this island and its treasures will become yours if you choose to claim it. And I

hope you do because there is no greater cause on this earth than protecting it. However, you

must always remember, whatever you do, to never turn your back on that which the island asks

of you. Never question the island, son, because—

Roen chucked the letter into the wastepaper basket along with the map. He wanted nothing to

do with it or his father. Leave the past where it belongs.

He picked up the stack of insurance papers and began skimming through them before signing.

Page after page of affidavits, cargo valuations, waivers, and…

“What the hell?” The report filed by the Coast Guard showed the approximate location of where

they believed the cargo vessel went down.

He dug his father’s map from the trash. There were no lines of longitude or latitude, but the

position was the same: approximately two thousand miles west of San Francisco and a

thousand miles south of the Delarof Islands, the most southern point of Alaska.

Roen dialed Cherie. He knew she wouldn’t really go home until he told her to leave because she

doted on him like a lovesick puppy. No, he’d never laid a finger on the woman and never would.

She was under his employ and that meant something to him. Even selfish pricks needed to

“What ships do we have on the Seattle to Shanghai route?”

“One moment.” Cherie clicked away on her keyboard. “You’ve got one ship departing Chinese

waters now and an empty vessel unloading at port.”

“Tell the crew I’m sailing with them.”


New York Times and USA Today bestselling Romance author, host of the radio talk show, Man

When San Francisco native Mimi Jean went on an adventure as an exchange student to Mexico

City, she never imagined the journey would lead to writing Romance. But one MBA, one sexy

husband, and two rowdy kids later, Mimi would trade in corporate life for vampires, deities, and

She continues to hope that her books will inspire a leather pants comeback (for men) and that

she might make you laugh when you need it most.

She also enjoys interacting with her fans (especially if they're batshit crazy). You can always

find her chatting away on Facebook, Twitter, or saying many naughty words on her show MAN

Find out more about Mimi and upcoming books at www.mimijean.net.








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Friday, May 15, 2015

Realistic Expectation and #RomanticIdea

Hi everyone,

We have to work at creating love in our life by showing the ones that we love we care.

But no marriage can be the end all, be all of your life.

Be honest, she's never going to like to fish.
He'll never enjoy quilting or care which pattern you're using.

You have different interest, and by allowing each other to explore those differences you have more to talk about and grow as individuals. It's not a bad thing.

So enjoy the time away from each other to pamper yourself. Then when you get back together you can truly appreciate the wonderful person you married.

I also wanted to tell you about a daily blog I have with romantic tips. Drop by for some romantic tips.

Have a wonderful fun-loving week full of joy and happiness.


Wednesday, May 13, 2015

HotWired - a Hot Suspense #SpringFling by a #MFRWauthor Anita Philmar

Blurb -

Hotwired for each other... When Ross Dixon is kidnapped from his office, along with the sexy lawyer who'd been busting his balls over a deal that should have been a walk in the park, he wakes to find a devotion chip surgically implanted in his brain. If that isn't bad enough, the chip, designed to trigger emotional reactions between him and the woman lying next to him, is working overtime on his libido.

Mistaken for Ross's flavor of the month, Kayla Michaels, a 22nd century lawyer, doesn't have a problem spending time in Ross's bed--or over his desk--but she wants no part in the romantic feelings the chip is provoking. She's been down that road before and ended up burned.

Kayla and Ross struggle to find answers while coming to terms with the constant lust sizzling between them, but along the way each wonders if the emotions are real or just a side effect of being hotwired.

Opening scene

June 5, 2104

Kayla Michaels tugged at the skirt of her red business suit. But unlike her twentieth-century style jeans, the fabric didn’t caress her skin with comfort. Nor did her high heels massage her feet like her worn calf-leather biker boots. She wished longingly for a beer at the bar with the old gang. The boys could always help her to relax.

“Damn, I hate dealing with pricks like Ross Dixon,” she grumbled and opened the door to his office. A large desk with a plaque embossed with the name “Mrs. Pretty” in gold occupied the other end of the waiting area.

What an awful name.

A petite woman with gray-peppered brown hair glanced up. “Can I help you?”

“Yes, I’m here to see Mr. Dixon.”

“You must be Ms. Michaels. Mr. Dixon agreed to rearrange your appointment because of your early arrival in town, but he doesn’t have a lot of time. He’s due to attend a gathering at the art museum tonight.” Mrs. Pretty stood to her full height of five-foot-nothing and then slipped through a large oak door.

Unmoved by the woman’s cold manner, Kayla turned to view the large screen on the adjacent wall. The calming force of nature, mountains tall and strong, wild flowers blowing in the wind, and water flowing through a field of green helped ease the tight ache of her muscles. She drew in a deep breath and loosened her grip on her briefcase. I can do this.

“Ms. Michaels. Mr. Dixon will see you now.” Mrs. Pretty waved a hand for Kayla to proceed into the inner office.

“Thank you.” Kayla entered Mr. Dixon’s private domain and paused. The high-rise view beckoned her. Steel and glass glowed with the golden hue of the setting sun, and a sense of power engulfed her by simply entering the room.

Her gaze slipped to the organic sculpture by the window, and she realized the plant formed a chair. Tiny green leaves meandered along the arms and base to add color to the piece. A matching couch lined the bordering wall. At the far end of the oversized space, a large oak desk blocked Dixon’s handsome form.

The door clicked closed.

She squared her shoulders and walked forward. No matter how much the unique furnishing might awe her, she couldn’t show weakness. Otherwise, Ross Dixon would eat her alive.

Speaking into his PEEP, he didn’t glance at her but stared out the window. She stepped to the two chairs in front of his desk and settled into the soft leather. Seeing him with his Personal Electronic Ear-Piece, she started to reach for her own device but paused. The tool connected her to every electronic device in her briefcase, but she wanted to conduct this meeting in the old-fashioned way, face to face with no computer interruptions.

She leaned back in her chair and studied the man, homing in on the small details that revealed his personality. His curly dark hair stood on end each time he combed his hands through it, a strong sign of his restless spirit. The small lines around his eyes displayed a zeal to succeed, and his spoon-shaped fingers indicated a destiny to rise to the top of the business world. In a formal black suit, the man reeked of wealth and power. But the pulsating energy surrounding him struck with a force Kayla hadn’t expected.

“I don’t understand. If your brother is already at the hospital, why are you staying?” He worked a computer stick through his fingers like a baton. Kayla read his disapproval in the rigid set of his shoulders.

“But Lindsey, you’re the one who wanted to attend this event at the art museum.” He shook his head and turned. His intense glare nailed Kayla.

The hypnotic blue of his eyes captured her, and the burning heat in their depth lit a flame of need. Every nerve ending hummed, and a spark ignited in her libido. Sweat dampened her palms, and she rubbed her hands over the rough fabric of her skirt.

He blinked and lowered his gaze to the data screens embedded in his desk.

Wowza. She allowed the pent-up air in her lungs to seep out, and after a brief moment, she forced herself to inhale again. The woodsy scent of his cologne filled her nasal passages, and seductive images formed in her mind. To get a hold of her wayward thoughts, she tightened her grip on her bag.

“Fine, we’ll just blow off tonight’s gala, and I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” He waited a half second, then jerked off the ear-piece and threw it on the desk.

The calm expression on his face when he looked up startled Kayla almost as much as his earlier glare. To mask his emotions so quickly required a skill she didn’t possess.

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Reviewer "Whoa, this book is hot! Neither Kayla nor Ross ever plans to become permanently involved with anyone, so it is a surprise and a shock when they wake up with a chip implanted in their brains which makes them only want each other. They barely know each other and what they do know about each other has been confrontational because they have been negotiating a contract."

Monday, May 11, 2015

Ardenia the Land of ShapeShifters - Excerpt from Banished Scoundrel

“Because most shape-shifters live in Ardenia. The only reason you don’t recall the place is because
of a forget spell placed on you around the age of ten.”

Shocked by the correlation between the age he stated and the age she’d been when the governor bought her, along with the plausible reason for her lack of memories, Kitty stepped backward and bumped into the boulder. “But how do you know all this? Who are you?”

Jack closed in and pinned her against the large rock. The hard line of his body met hers. The sensual part of her nature and the connection they’d shared demanded she believe him. But could she take such a risk?

“My parents are from Ardenia, and they’re familiar with your family. Your sister enlisted my help to find you.” His softly spoken words brushed her face.

“But why?” The intoxicating scent of his earlier transformation rode on her taste buds, and she bit her lips to hold back the ache rising in her core.

“Because they want you back.” Jack swept his hands up her sides, and his thumbs nudged the undersides of her breasts. “You were taken during the war. The giants and dwarfs were fighting the humans and resented the shape-shifters helping in the matter.”

“Is that why everyone wants to kills us?” The curly hair on his chest tickled her nipples, and her hands tightened on his biceps.

Jack shook his head. “What are you talking about?”

“The governor says that if anyone should find out about me changing forms, I’ll be hunted down and killed.” The terrifying thought sent shivers down her spine. “That’s why I’ve stayed here all these years.”

“Well, he lied.” Jack stroked his hands over her breasts and squeezed gently. “If you want, I’ll even
help you break free.”

“Is that why you came here?”

“Yes. Your family decided you might need some help.” He edged closer, and the hard line of his cock hit her thighs. “Sloan won’t let you go easily.” “He won’t let me go at all. In the twelve years I’ve been with him, I’ve never left his estate.” Kitty recalled a few times she’d attempted and the hours she’d spent in a cage to break her of “such foolish notions.”

Fear spiked her already heightened lust, and she wrapped her arms around Jack’s neck. “How are you planning to steal me away? And where will you take me after you do?”

“Home.” He crowded closer, and his chest, stomach, and thighs caressed her naked body. “Your mother wants you to live in Ardenia.”

Kitty closed her eyes, and the bright images of the mystical place sparkled for a moment then faded. She fought to hold onto the vision but failed. The light touch of Jack’s lips on her neck returned her thoughts to a more arousing scene—lying naked on her bed, Jack’s head between her legs, his tongue...

She forced her eyes open to ground herself in the moment. “Jack, there’s more to this than you’re telling me. You...”

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Have a great weekend,