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Saturday, August 30, 2014

Two more new releases...whew...


Fran Lee
 Excerpt copyright 2014

“I got here as quickly as I could, Aunt Maggie…” Kenna dumped her handbag and gloves onto the chair beside the bed, and reached for the woman’s pale, cold hands. “I dropped everything and left the moment Gant called.” She stared into the older woman’s fathomless dark eyes, and fought back tears. 


How can this be happening? She can’t be dying. I won’t let her die!

At a hundred-forty-something, Magdalena Dumont had looked no older than 40, with her dark hair and sparkling smile. But that smile was absent now, her cheeks were sunken and grey and the glittering liveliness in her eyes had faded.

Impossible!
 
“You’re going to be fine…you still have so many years left…”

Her words died in her throat as the woman slowly shook her head and whispered, “There is no life without Peter, child. He is waiting for me.” Her eyes dropped shut for a long moment, then opened again to pin Kenna’s. “I only waited until you came.” Her tongue touched dry lips and she struggled for breath. “I know this is a great deal to ask…but I must have your promise, child.” Another rattling intake of air. 

“Don’t try to talk…you'll tire yourself…” Kenna clutched the thin hand between hers and sank to her knees beside the bed, her tears wetting her cold cheeks.

“I should have discussed this with you long ago…but…” she coughed softly, and Kenna’s throat tightened. “But now that I have lost Peter, there is not enough time left to make plans for the future…” The frail voice caught, and she fought for breath to finish. “Forgive me, child…but it is far past time to ask you this…” 

Kenna felt the woman’s thin fingers close tightly around hers, and she swallowed the hard lump that rose in the back of her throat. “Anything, Aunt Maggie…I’ll do whatever you ask. I owe you so very much…” Numb fear and pain would have made her promise anything at that moment, without thinking through such an open-ended promise.

Before realizing what Magdalena Dumont might ask of her…

She had to lean down to catch the final weak whispers, and then the hand in hers went limp, and Kenna felt as if all the air in the darkened room had been sucked out. She felt as if she were going to faint dead away.

Lifting her eyes to the intense faces of the three big men who surrounded the bed, she felt the world slipping away into darkness…


Available now on pre-order for just 99 cents!  The book will go up to the regular price after release date of 9/08/2014


 Boxed set coming September 15, 2014!
Selling at 99 cents for all thirteen great stories!
(These are full books, no teasers.) 



Fran Lee
Excerpt copyright 2014

     Flint Calderon rolled his head on the thin pillow with a groan. He wasn’t sure which was worse…his hangover, or the pains from the way that fucking bronc had done a tap dance all over him after his nice clean dismount. He ached from the ends of his hair to his toenails. The slight noise that had awakened him stopped with his groan.

     He cracked one bleary eye open to see who dared disturb him at this ungodly hour, ready to send the bastard scurrying for cover. He couldn’t see anyone in the dim light from the parking lot filtering in through the crack between the curtains of the motel room, but he was certain that he’d heard someone open the door and close it quietly. He let his eye droop closed and drew a deep breath in through his nose. It sure as shit wouldn't be Curley. The elusive scent was definitely soft and gentle. And it was way too early for maid service.
     Shit! If Curley has given his room key to another fucking rodeo bunny, I'm gonna kill his dumb ass.
     “That you, Curley?” His voice sounded like he had a wad of whiskey-soaked cotton stuck in his throat. No one answered, but he heard a slight scuffling noise coming from the direction of the floor. Suddenly tensing despite his pounding head and bruises, he stealthily lifted his head and surveyed the room. If Curley had found his way back to the room he’d answer, hangover or no. But his friend wasn’t flopped across the empty bed. The only clothes he could see strewn around the other bed and the chair were the ones he’d stripped off as he’d fallen into the sack a few hours back. He listened carefully, and heard a soft thump as someone bumped into the underside of his bed.
     Gotcha.
     He moved quickly, rolling over and snagging the miscreant with one long arm as he hung out of his bed. From what his hand caught, he was damn sure the thief was a “she”. The trapped intruder gave a squeal of shock and struggled like a fish on a hook as he dragged her up from the floor between the beds, rolling her over his body and then under him, pinning her flat on her back as he settled his weight firmly over the little wildcat.
    “Okay, sweetheart…you want to explain why you’re crawling around my floor in the middle of the night before I call the cops?” He swore as the little hellcat tried to poke his eyes out and make a break for it. He jerked both wrists over her head and secured them there with one hand and reached for the lamp switch on the night stand with the other.
     A shaky, muffled voice came from the face that was pressed against his chest as dim light flooded the room. “I was just trying to find a place to hi…” She corrected herself and went on. “Sleep…”
     “So you broke into my room?” he growled, shaking sleep from his muzzy head.
    “I didn’t break in! The door wasn’t locked. I didn’t know anyone was in here until you made a sound. I wasn’t trying to steal anything. I just wanted to keep warm and dry. Just let me go and I won’t bother you any more.”
     Her lips and warm breath against his nipple woke him up a bit more. Goosebumps spread over his chest and back.
     Down, boy…
  

Available for pre-order now for only 99 cents. The set will go to full regular price after release on September 15, 2014. 

Wow...my muse took long enough to come back from her extended vacation, and I'm working her little fanny off. LOL! Got through my birthday, am still recovering day by day from the loss of my daughter. Things are slowly getting better. Now, if I could only reverse the clock and become 35 again, with all I know and have experienced, I would be a happy camper.
Hugs,

Fran Lee

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Guess What's Been Happening Around Here?

On August 11th, three counties in southeastern Michigan were hit with record breaking rain in a very short amount of time which overwhelmed the outdated, non-maintained sewer/drainage systems. Massive damage and destruction ensued; some estimates I've read are already in the billions!

Hubby and I watched in stunned disbelief as the flood waters filled our street, then the yards, then exploded up out of the floor drains, shower drain and toilet of our fully finished lower level. The water/sewage rushed through my neighborhood with such force that cars and a small commuter bus were swept past our house at a frightening speed. It entered my home with such violence it blew the toilet off the floor, broke a queen size sofa sleeper couch into pieces, knocked over the washer, dryer and moved a loaded refrigerator/freezer across the room and filled the closed crisper drawers through the closed door!!

I've been reading friends' "Attitude of Gratitude Journey" posts on Facebook. Here's a few of mine:

* I'm grateful that my family and friends weren't hurt.
* I'm grateful that a few (very few) of the treasured things from my parents, grandparents and children's childhood were able to be saved.
* I'm grateful for the kindness and help from my insurance agent. Despite the fact that homeowners insurance covers NOTHING, when I explained the magnitude of my current health crisis to my agent of +25 years, he had a flood remediation team in here 48 hours after the event. Many, many people are still waiting for professional help.

As is our way around here, somehow there's always some fun and laughter during all crisis situations!

* Choosing not to drive around for miles or wait for hours to use a laundry mat, my daughter & I decided to take matters into our own hands. Two large tubs, a thick stick, line strung through our back yard, and some serious arm strength got the job done! We actually had a ball during the process, and were damn proud of ourselves. I told my daughter her next chores were splitting rails and churning butter - she respectfully declined! When the new machines were finally delivered, we were beyond giddy with excitement!

And in the "I'm surprised it took so long" department:

*Yesterday we started receiving mailings from different attorneys saying only they can help us file for relief, and multiple companies saying if you don't have them do the cleaning you'll probably get sick or worse, blah blah blah. Some humans are such pigs!

After the tears and the shock died down, we are looking at the positives of this situation. We are class A pack rats and definitely needed to purge a lot of unnecessary clutter, and hubby & I have been talking about redecorating the downstairs for years! What better time than when it's a big giant empty!!

Have a wonderful weekend~
Tessie
www.tessiebradford.com


  



 

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Tina Donahue's "Carnal Takeover"



CARNAL TAKEOVER

by Tina Donahue


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Blurb:

During the day, she’s in charge—at night, he’ll take command of her body, their desires…

Dominance and discipline. Alexandra hungers for both from Daniel, the lead engineer on her Alaskan energy project. She imagines him punishing then mounting her while his team watches. Full-figured, Alexandra hasn’t had much luck with guys, especially ones so potently male. To change that, she invites Daniel to teach her submission to his most carnal needs. She also invites his men.
For too long, Daniel’s craved Alexandra’s lush figure and smarts. However, she’s his boss, it’s not wise to mix business with pleasure, and no damn way does he intend to share her. After one lusty night of her submitting to him and his men, Daniel claims Alexandra as his sub. On his terms. No regrets. No strings.
Yeah, right.
Tell that to their hearts.

Inside scoop: Alexandra and Daniel set things on fire with a brief ménage. Lucky girl has several men to fulfill her needs!

Excerpt #2:

Nat closed the door. The wind pulled it shut with a loud bang. She jerked. Daniel didn’t seem to notice the noise. He moved into her.
Stunned, Alexandra couldn’t budge. He was closer than he’d ever been. She caught his scent, a woodsy, masculine fragrance, clean and inviting. It mingled with the crisp aroma of snow on his parka and the fabric softener he’d used on his brown-and-cream flannel shirt. Several strands of his wind-tousled hair caressed his forehead and bristly cheeks. God love him, he hadn’t shaved.
She ached to run her fingers over his upper lip and chin.
Daniel didn’t give her the chance. With surprising ease, he slung his arm over her shoulder and drew her into him, their bodies touching. A jolt of desire hit Alexandra so hard she had to bite back a moan. His heat was incredible, chasing away the chill of his coat and the air she’d let inside. Nearly a head taller than her, he seemed enormous, virile, dangerous, and seductive.
Her heart beat out of time. They were near enough to kiss. His mouth rich and full, the stuff of her most salacious fantasies.
“You still want to do this?” he asked, low enough so the others wouldn’t hear.
Surprised by his question, she nodded. To have him leave now would be unthinkable.
“You feel safe?” he added.
His casual embrace ensured it, as though they were dating, comfortable with each other. “Yes, of course.”
Even though he didn’t have feelings for her, other than what appeared to be lust, he was a good man. He wouldn’t deliberately hurt her. Why was he asking?
He didn’t seem convinced of her answer. “You need to be certain,” he said. “This ends now unless you explicitly trust what’s going to happen.”
Alexandra started to perspire. “I do…what did you have in mind?”
Daniel studied her for a long moment, his expression unreadable, though there was a hint of indecency in his eyes. Heat prickled Alexandra’s cheeks and forehead, nourished by excitement not fear. Whatever he’d planned, she was definitely all for it. Downright eager.
“Everything,” he answered, parroting what she’d said yesterday. “I’m in charge. Not you. Not any of the other guys. Me, alone. If you can’t accept that, then this is over right—”
She interrupted, “I accept it.” He’d honored his part of their bargain by showing up and taking over in the best possible way. Now, Alexandra would honor hers. “You’re the boss.”
Delight danced in his eyes. “Yes, I am.”
He cupped the back of her head and pulled her into him, their thighs and bellies snuggled together. Alexandra inhaled sharply. Before she could release her breath on a wanting sigh, he slanted his mouth over hers and slipped his tongue between her lips.
God. She sagged against him, shocking need tearing through her, rendering Alexandra helpless and weak. If not for Daniel’s solid body, she would have dropped to the floor.
Tightening his hold, he deepened their kiss, his mouth greedy and demanding, hers loose and impassioned beneath his. She nestled closer. He ground his hips into hers, his opened parka allowing her to feel his erection, rock solid, long as freaking hell. Alexandra dug her fingers into his coat, wanting it off and them naked, him inside her.
Despite her wayward lust, Daniel didn’t stop and strip. He enjoyed her leisurely, fully, his tongue dancing with hers, then sweeping over her teeth. He tasted of minty toothpaste and a flavor that was unique to him which spoke of good health, a male at the height of his power. Alexandra finally moaned, unable to help herself. Daniel offered a faint growl in return, then broke their kiss and rested his forehead against hers.
As a lover and friend might do.
His behavior was so unexpected and enchanting, she lost all reserve and breathed, “I like you being in charge.”
He made a noise that sounded of contentment and amusement, then traced her jawline with his finger. “We’ll see.”



BIO:

Tina Donahue is an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Siren Publishing, and Kensington. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic romances (Adored, Lush Velvet Nights, and Deep, Dark, Delicious) were named finalists in the 2011 EPIC competition. The French review site, Blue Moon reviews, chose her erotic romance Sensual Stranger as their Book of the Year 2010 (erotic category). The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for Lush Velvet Nights, and two of her titles (The Yearning and Deep, Dark, Delicious) received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition (2011 and 2012). Take Me Away and Adored both won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the 2012 Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. She was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company.



Monday, August 25, 2014

Amazon's new Moral Litmus test for covers has nada to do with text! My #SEALS novel is example!

The new AMAZON cover! Cuz male chest is GOOD
For sale here: http://amzn.to/1leONHu
    What do you say to someone who wants to be your morality judge?
    How about let's judge a book by its cover?
    Yes. Amazon, king of the universe in literary circles, now puts novels in Erotic Jail by the following criteria:
  • woman shows bare skin on buttocks (attired or not!)
  • woman has bare breasts
  • woman puts hand over bare breasts
  • man has bare skin showing on his...wait a minute!
So far, we see examples of women who must be hidden from others...but no men.

And no, Amazon is not scanning the text of said hidden novels for those pesky 4-letter words that are so offensive to so many that even network channels, HBO, the movies and...um...billboards on the highways of American show them.

Yes, ZON is judging books by their covers. Even though they don't scan the texts to see what the heck is inside. Even though they still collect their $$$$$ profit off the books.

And the NERO one they didn't like and HID...and might still be doing it because they didn't promise to recategorize it after the publishing house of WILD ROSE PRESS so wonderfully changed the cover?
HERE.
What do you think? Are you offended by her skin?

AND SHE is available everywhere else:
iTunes

Saturday, August 23, 2014

What a week!

Here's my revised cover...

(Much better than the one I was handed on the 18th. I am much happier now.)

Boy, do I have news! Our beautiful Kindle boxed set titled Men of Calder County is going to be available for preorder at Amazon on Monday!  My story is titled Flint. Here's the promo piece and a short excerpt...



Flint

Fran Lee
Copyright 2014

Flint Calderon rolled his head on the thin pillow with a groan. He wasn’t sure which was worse…his hangover, or the pains from the way that fucking bronc had done a tap dance all over him after his nice clean dismount. He ached from the ends of his hair to his toenails. The slight noise that had awakened him stopped with his groan.

     He cracked one bleary eye open to see who dared disturb him at this ungodly hour, ready to send the bastard scurrying for cover. He couldn’t see anyone in the dim light from the parking lot filtering in through the crack between the curtains of the motel room, but he was certain that he’d heard someone open the door and close it quietly. He let his eye droop closed and drew a deep breath in through his nose. It sure as shit wouldn't be Curley. The elusive scent was definitely soft and gentle. And it was way too early for maid service.
     Shit! If Curley has given his room key to another fucking rodeo bunny, I'm gonna kill his dumb ass.
     “That you, Curley?” His voice sounded like he had a wad of whiskey-soaked cotton stuck in his throat. No one answered, but he heard a slight scuffling noise coming from the direction of the floor. Suddenly tensing despite his pounding head and bruises, he stealthily lifted his head and surveyed the room. If Curley had found his way back to the room he’d answer, hangover or no. But his friend wasn’t flopped across the empty bed. The only clothes he could see strewn around the other bed and the chair were the ones he’d stripped off as he’d fallen into the sack a few hours back. He listened carefully, and heard a soft thump as someone bumped into the underside of his bed.
     Gotcha.
     He moved quickly, rolling over and snagging the miscreant with one long arm as he hung out of his bed. From what his hand caught, he was damn sure the thief was a “she”. The trapped intruder gave a squeal of shock and struggled like a fish on a hook as he dragged her up from the floor between the beds, rolling her over his body and then under him, pinning her flat on her back as he settled his weight firmly over the little wildcat.
     “Okay, sweetheart…you want to explain why you’re crawling around my floor in the middle of the night before I call the cops?” He swore as the little hellcat tried to poke his eyes out and make a break for it. He jerked both wrists over her head and secured them there with one hand and reached for the lamp switch on the night stand with the other.
     A shaky, muffled voice came from the face that was pressed against his chest as dim light flooded the room. “I was just trying to find a place to hi…” She corrected herself and went on. “Sleep…”
     “So you broke into my room?” he growled, shaking sleep from his muzzy head.
     “I didn’t break in! The door wasn’t locked. I didn’t know anyone was in here until you made a sound. I wasn’t trying to steal anything. I just wanted to keep warm and dry. Just let me go and I won’t bother you any more.”
     Her lips and warm breath against his nipple woke him up a bit more. Goosebumps spread over his chest and back.
     Down, boy…
  

Check it out on Amazon on Monday. I'll add the correct URL for pre-orders when I have it. It's only 99 cents for thirteen great cowboys romances!

Hugs,

Fran Lee

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Tina Donahue "Brought To His Knees"

BROUGHT TO HIS KNEES BOXED SET

Make Me Surrender – included novella by Tina Donahue




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99¢ for a limited time
11 NEW romances by today’s hottest romance authors
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AVAILABLE: August 19

Blurb for Brought to His Knees boxed set

The Alpha male. Strong. In control. Letting no one and nothing rule him…until he meets the one, and all bets are off. The world tilts, the bed rocks, and suddenly that tough guy finds himself Brought to His Knees—in more ways than one.

This collection of ten hot to erotic novellas and one short erotic novel will take you on journeys of lust, love, and adventure, leave you breathless and quite possibly in need of a cold shower.

Enter with anticipation. Finish satisfied…




Blurb for Tina Donahue’s Make Me Surrender (menage):

She has a proposition…to win their attention, passion, hearts.

For over a year, Mercy’s had her eye on Travis and Dutch, two of the hottest guys on the Oregon coast. Dark and dangerously virile, Travis owns a saloon that caters to bikers. Dutch looks like one, right down to his impressive tats, and operates a motorcycle repair shop on the premises.
When a position opens in the saloon’s kitchen, Mercy sees a way to be near these sinfully sexy men, wanting the job and lodging, her cabin snuggled between theirs.
Travis isn’t so sure about having Mercy nearby. She’s deliciously curvy, but too nice. He’s into temporary fun. To Dutch, forever is a dirty word.
Imagine their surprise when sweet little Mercy encourages wild nights of carnal pleasure with a dash of bondage and spanking…followed by friendship and tenderness.
Before she’s through, these tough guys will be the ones who’ve surrendered.

Excerpt #2:

Travis slammed the pickup’s door and went around to the bed.
Mercy reached it just as he did. “Can you hand me the cooler?” She pointed to it.
She’d painted her nails the same shade as her lips. He recalled her finger in his mouth, how good the frosting and her skin had tasted. A sudden shock of heat spread from Travis’s belly to his crotch.
“There’s a fridge inside, right?” she asked.
It took him a moment to catch up. He nodded. “Your own private bath too.” Just in case she’d planned to use the one in Dutch’s cabin or his, driving both of them over the edge.
“Thanks.” She took the cooler from him and pulled out a single-wrapped Popsicle. Cherry-flavored. “Want one?”
Travis’s answer died in his throat at her tongue snaking around the tip of the pop. She worked the treat between her lips, in and out, as she would a man’s stiffened rod. Unable to speak, he shook his head.
Mercy licked the corners of her mouth, her tongue stained scarlet. “If you do later, go ahead and take as many as you want. Sure is hot today.”
His damn underwear was practically smoking.
After giving him another smile, she followed her girlfriend to the cabin. Like a lovesick puppy, Travis followed, staring at Mercy’s plush ass, the backs of her thighs. All that pale, smooth skin had him breathing hard.
She stopped. He couldn’t, at least not quickly enough, and bumped into her, his cock snuggled against her butt. Mercy looked over, submission in her eyes, a drop of Popsicle juice on her lower lip.
It glittered in the afternoon light, inviting him to taste its sweetness, the cushiony comfort of her mouth.
With a shitting lot of willpower, Travis stepped back, letting Mercy lick her lip before he did.
On a sigh, she turned from him and considered the cabin’s interior again. Bright and clean, smelling of disinfectant and Febreze. He and Dutch had worked on the damn place for hours.
“Wow. This is really nice.” Mercy touched the wooden bedframe, small kitchen set, and freshly washed curtains as though they were made of gold.
Travis wondered what she would think of his old place in one of San Francisco’s most exclusive high rises, or his parents’ many mansions. He’d willingly walked away from so much when she hadn’t had the choice. Rotten luck had caused her to be alone, to work at Fast Fill and here in order to take care of herself.
Mercy didn’t seem to mind or care about money at all. In that they were so alike, making Travis admire and like her even more.
She offered a grateful smile. “You did an awesome job.”
“Way better than Carl would have,” the girl with her gushed, then added, “I’m Jill by the way. Carl’s my guy. That’s his pickup you drove,” she said to Travis. “Thanks for not hitting anything with it.”
Dutch chuckled.
Mercy gave him and her friend a disapproving look. “Travis wasn’t driving that fast. He’s just in a hurry to get me moved in. Do you have plans later?” She spoke to him and Dutch. “Either of you? Am I interfering?”
Travis had thought about calling one of the women he knew, maybe grab a pizza, catch a movie, screw until they were both raw then call it a night. “Nope. Dutch probably does.”
“I don’t,” he said immediately, and smiled at Mercy. “We’re all yours.”
She nodded slowly and licked the length of her Popsicle.
Travis’s throat constricted. He cleared it and said, “After we bring in your things, we’ll set up the ground rules for this arrangement.” He gestured to Dutch. “Let’s go.”
When they reached the pickup’s bed, Dutch spoke quietly. “Ground rules? You mean her hours of work. What she’s supposed to do.”
“Yeah, along with you keeping your jeans zipped and wearing a damn shirt when she’s around.”
“Like you’re doing? Oh wait, you’re not.”
“I didn’t wrap my arm around her.”
“It was a friendly gesture. Hell, I do the same with my grandmother. It’s not a felony.”



AUTHOR TAGLINE’S FOR NOVELLAS IN BROUGHT TO HIS KNEES

Dark Wolf Enterprises
A.M. Griffin

Murder, mayhem and imprinting with a hot wolf shifter… And they say being an accountant is boring.

Building Bridges
Amy Ruttan

A vet tech and a lone wolf rancher ride out a sudden storm, but can they weather the emotions they stir up in each other...

Three Strikes
Anya Richards

Two lonely men. One secret affair. Irresistible passion that will push them both to the breaking point, and beyond.

A Cowboy’s Seduction
Cynthia D’Alba

One exhausted cowboy + One uptight accountant x A tropical resort = A hot seduction. But who is seducing whom?

Born to Sin
Danica Avet

A tomboy in love makes a desperate attempt to seduce her best friend and succeeds beyond her wildest dreams. But this Alpha male isn’t easily tamed and has secrets that could very well tear them apart.

The Sound of Your Name
Felice Fox

Their silent erotic encounters change his luck and awaken his soul, but secrets and cowboy superstitions can only keep them apart.

Beneath the Pages
Jennifer Kacey

One wicked night with her did nothing but whet his appetite. Now he’ll settle for nothing less than her complete submission.

Cruising for Love
Lynne Silver

A vacation cruise comes with surprises—like the BDSM theme and her high school love, the one man she can’t resist.

Whipped
Sabrina York

A scalding attraction. An irresistible passion. A pity she’s the one woman he can never have…

Chief Sin
Sayde Grace

A taste of Sin isn’t enough. Instead she wants all of him, including the heart she once broke.

Make Me Surrender
Tina Donahue

When it comes to two of the hottest guys in town, she has a proposition…to win their attention, passion, hearts.


BIO:

Tina Donahue is an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Siren Publishing, and Kensington. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic romances (Adored, Lush Velvet Nights, and Deep, Dark, Delicious) were named finalists in the 2011 EPIC competition. The French review site, Blue Moon reviews, chose her erotic romance Sensual Stranger as their Book of the Year 2010 (erotic category). The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for Lush Velvet Nights, and two of her titles (The Yearning and Deep, Dark, Delicious) received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition (2011 and 2012). Take Me Away and Adored both won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the 2012 Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. She was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company.