Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Tina Donahue's "Wicked Takeover"


by Tina Donahue

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Available September 19


She’s just inherited a tattoo parlor…and the hunk who comes with it.

Lauren’s in a helluva mess. Not only has she lost her corporate job, her long-absent father just left her a struggling tattoo parlor along with the virile dude who runs it. Dante’s sinfully hot with a killer smile and inked biceps. Lauren’s full-figured, sorta pretty and wanting him badly. Dream on. She’s here to sell the place as quickly as possible for some much-needed cash.
Dante sees the heat in Lauren’s eyes despite her conservative appearance. He recognizes the dynamite woman she could be if she’d just loosen up and have some wicked fun. Dominance and submission. Making love in a public place. Having her lush body always accessible to and ready for his.
Carnal games that seduce them until lust turns to surprising need and friendship to something deeper that might just change their futures.

Here's a little taste:

Excerpt #2:

Longing, and something else, played across her sweet features. His shaft stiffened in response. His balls began to hurt. When she didn’t say anything, Dante wasn’t certain he should. She might shut down and take off. At last, he murmured, “What?”
Lauren sucked her lower lip.
Adorable didn’t begin to describe how she looked. He wondered if she was going to ask him out. If that’s what Jasmina had been alluding to. Dante smiled inwardly at the thought.
Lauren cleared her throat. “I…” She didn’t continue.
Feeling playful, he smiled. “You what?”
“Don’t know how to say this,” she mumbled.
Her uncertainty shifted something within Dante. He had an overwhelming urge to protect Lauren, hold her close, tell her everything would be all right. Hell, he was onboard with whatever she wanted. Not that his sentimental feelings made him any less mischievous. “Want me to help?”
Lauren gave him an odd look then frowned.
He hadn’t expected that. Usually he was damn good at reading women. Not tonight. “Just say what you want to say,” he coaxed then softened his voice even more. “I’ll listen.”
She looked doubtful.
“Come on.” He smiled.
Her attention moved to his mouth. Color stained her cheeks and throat. She swallowed then blurted, “I don’t want you dating any of our customers.”
It was a moment before Dante understood what she’d said. His grin felt stupid. He killed it. “Excuse me?”
Lauren backed away then moved forward as though reconsidering her retreat. “You’re getting too friendly with the clients. The female ones,” she added quickly. “There’s too much horsing around. All that laughing and those giggles.” She rolled her eyes. “None of them are dressed. Good god, this isn’t a brothel, it’s a legitimate business.”
Her delicate nostrils flared with her harsh breathing. The ends of her hair seemed even blonder against her reddened cheeks. She parted her lips as though she had something else to tell him.
“Go on,” he said quietly.
Lauren hesitated at his mild tone then squared her shoulders. Dante doubted she knew how that thrust out her chest. If her nipples got any harder, they’d poke through her stretchy top, possibly killing him with desire.
“I don’t want a lawsuit,” she said. “So your female clients have to stay dressed.”
“While I ink them through their clothes.”
“Of course not.” She glared. “You uncover the part, and only the part, that needs to be inked.”
“What if that’s their entire body?” He murmured, “Want me to use a blindfold? On me, not them.”
Her jaw tightened. “You know what I mean. No one’s come in here yet wanting a full body tat. If a guy does, you can ink him from the top of his head to the tips of his toes with my blessing.”
“Lucky me.”
She narrowed her eyes. “I own the place now, so I have to do what’s right for it.”
“And that would be?”
“What I’ve already said.” She lifted her chin. “You can’t have naked women in your station. You can’t date any of them. Ever.”
“Uh-huh.” She sounded really jealous. That encouraged Dante to move closer.
Lauren froze for a moment then stepped back. Dante followed. Surprise, and what seemed to be irrepressible yearning, passed over her face. Her ass and shoulders hit the wall. She glanced over to it then back at him.
Dante planted one hand on the wall next to her head. He leaned close enough to smell her perfume and the shampoo she’d used. Peaches, he thought. A light female scent that did indescribable things to him. “You don’t want me screwing any of the customers after hours, is that it?”
She stared at his mouth. “Uh-huh. It’s the new policy.”
“I see.” He edged a bit closer, driven to kiss her beauty mark, to run his tongue over her lips. His pulse pounded with desire. His body tensed with need. “Then who exactly would you like me to fuck?”


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.

Saturday, September 13, 2014

Do readers really click our links on Facebook?

I have not gotten one single comment over on my own blog...

So I am conducting a test...just to see if folks do read and follow my FB page links.  I have just about given up on trying to promote my books on my blog...and I stopped doing contests because only about three people ever entered, and the same three people won every prize. The whole idea of contests is to give a freebie to lots of different people...LOL!  After a few contests, the ones who took the time to enter ran out of new books to win.

We'll see if those who "liked" my Facebook fan page really do read my posts, or if they just click the "like" thumbs-up button to be nice to me.'s so hard to give stuff away these days. Or maybe it's just that nobody wants my books anymore. I should go eat worms. Gummy worms...can't get the real thing past my gag reflex.

I love my readers and my fans, but people never tell me what they think...what they want...or what they expect to see on my blog. I blog...but I don't bug the heck outta folks to go over and look. Maybe I should? D'ya think? Naaahhhh. Too much work, and I am intrinsically lazy.

Okay...end of whining. Oh...and don't forget that my newest book is still only 99 cents until September 15th.  After that, it goes up to the regular price. Get's definitely worth the buck. Anyway, I think it is...and I know the author personally. She's a great gal. A bit reclusive...a lot naughty.

Bless you put up with so much from me. 


Fran Lee


Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Editing a Secret Project

Last Monday we experienced this year's last "Super Moon". I celebrated the Super Moon by attending an evening yoga class that ended in a group wolf howl while watching the moon rise. I loved it.
Speaking of also feels appropriate that this week I am editing a secret group project that will be announced in three weeks. This project has been 18 months in the making and I can't wait to share it!

Saturday, September 6, 2014

After Labor Day Sale!

Celebrating my new releases...
I have cut the prices on my back list Kindle books!
   is now just 99 cents!  

is also just 99 cents!

Will be reduced to only $1.79!

This in in celebration of my upcoming release of Their Alpha Bitch on September 8, 2014. The stories will return to their normal pricing effective September 15, 2014, so if you don't have these, get them now.


Fran Lee

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Welcome to Forsaken Realms

Even though "Forsaken Realms" won't be released until January 2015, I'm happy to announce it's available now for review and pre-sale!

If you are a book reviewer interested in reviewing Forsaken Realms here's a link:
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Forsaken Realms Pre-Sale Links:

Blurb: Forsaken Realms
Katalina Leon

On The Run, Bounty Hunters.
 “Retrieval specialist” is a fancy term for high-level corporate bounty hunting and Agent Gemmina Nayar is the best in her league. She’s a sense-enhanced, level-seven bounty hunter from New Mumbai who receives an exclusive invitation to track a dangerous criminal on private property. She arrives on the tropical planetoid eager to hunt and release her inner tigress, but is disappointed to discover the bounty has already been captured.
Syan is a Kironian, an off-limits alien race. He’s gorgeous, rugged and all male. Even sedated and forced to wear an electronic silence collar, he resembles a coppery skinned refugee from Mount Olympus. Gemmina’s unaware Kironian saliva is loaded with pheromones that can turn even the most indifferent woman into a willing mate. A single kiss or bite is sabotage.
When the mission turns lethal, she realizes she’s not only been tricked into bringing the wrong man to justice, but the harsh jungle below is a calculated trap.

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.

“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.
     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. 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.

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~