Saturday, May 30, 2015

Release Day!

Hope you pre-ordered yours...
Because the price just went up to $1.99

The first review just went up at Amazon, and the reader loved it!  5 stars!

I hate doing self-promo, as you can probably if anyone else out there wants to do a bit of promo for me, I will happily send you a copy of the book. And reviews are always welcomed... :)

Thanks, and hugs!

Fran Lee

Friday, May 29, 2015

More Black Hills Wolves! Dominique Eastwick's "Infiltrating Her Pack"

Infiltrating her Pack
Black Hill Wolves
By Dominique Eastwick

The mysterious and intimidating lone wolf, Z, has returned to Los Lobos. Descended from a long line of gifted yet secretive shifters known as Infiltrators, his people are the spies of the shifting world, rarely seen and harder to track.

Ripley Greystone has a big problem—her pack is Alpha-less and a local coyote band knows it. The safety of her pack rides on trusting Drew, the new Alpha of the Black Hills Wolves. But, admitting the reason for needing his help isn’t something she’s quite ready to do.

Drew senses there’s more to Ripley’s request to join his pack than what she leads him to believe. There’s only one way to know for sure—send an Infiltrator to spy on Ripley and her pack.

Forced to infiltrate her pack to discover its hidden secrets and protect it from the coyotes determined to claim the she-wolves for themselves, Z finds more than he expects—all the while fighting the need to claim Ripley as his mate.

A hairsbreadth divided them, and it took all the willpower he processed to fight the building desire to pull her into his arms. Her breathing quickened, and as he gazed into her blue eyes, her raw sensuality forced him deeper into the cavernous pit he’d fallen in when he’d first seen her.
The words came out on a whisper. “You feel it, too, don’t you?”
“This attraction?” Z raised an eyebrow.
            She closed her eyes. “It won’t work. I have secrets you could never understand.”
“We all have secrets,” he said then gave in to his animal nature and claimed her lips, though touching her nowhere else. He burned himself into her, forcing her to recant her words of denial.
It will work. He didn’t know how, but he didn’t think he could walk away from these feelings again. Having ensured the Greystones posed no threat to the Tao Pack, he could make his top priority the safety of his mate. His second would be to figure out the logistics of having a mate not of his pack.
Her deep groan rumbled through him, and every thought but Ripley faded. Passion swirled and something new, something different…something more, accompanied by a fizz running along his spine and through his nervous system, charging his powers. The urge to howl grew.

Coming May 29th 2015

Connect with Dominique:

Twitter : @DominiEastwick

Monday, May 25, 2015

Going to #England, #France? Doing research, dining, drinking? Ah, Cerise has ideas for you!

View from our apartment in Montmarte, Paris!
Need a vacay? Hey, me too! If only to please my significant other who says I spend too much time tapping the keys and talking to "others" on TW and FB! (Really??? I do that? Time flies when you are having fun!)
This fall, he and I are going to...drum roll here...England. And our current, about length of stay. Eight days? Ten? Fifteen?

 I often vote for as long as I can get him to agree to the budget (a term I use too loosely which is why we have our discussions). Our longest vacay recently was a glorious 18 days in eastern France covering the American battlefields of WORLD WAR ONE. But I can get him to agree to 14 days and 10 often!
   What do we do? And why do we stay so long?
   First, very important here, we skip all hotels. Why? Too expensive AND they never let you in until 3 in the afternoon and by that time, you are ready to skin the receptionist because you are so jet lagged.

Gare de L'est Main Concourse

   We rent an apartment. With washer and dryer so you can take a smaller suitcase. And a dishwasher. No, not hubby. A mechanical dishwasher.  BUT we have also found that in Europe, people tend to sleep very close together. Single beds or double are the norm. You wince? We do, too. Ergo, hunt for that rental that sports a queen or, if you really need it (and we do), a king.  Tough to find but they are there, trust me.
Is an apartment really that much more affordable? It is. Just think. You have your coffee and breakfast in house. You have a refrigerator so you can, if you wish, pack a lunch. We don't but it is an option, especially if you have food sensitivities or allergies and must do this for health.  
   How do we plan? We decide before we go exactly what we plan to see. In order. Then we figure out if there is a Metro card (Visite, in Paris, London GO in London) and the right time period we need to purchase! We are also good to ourselves and KNOW that the first day we're there, we are good for the move in, breakfast at a local cafe, a nap and a glorious dinner. No touring. THEN, the next day we begin.
   Our WORLD WAR ONE trip began in Paris where we went to Les Invalides, where they have the most marvelous collection of items for display for the world wars. We did the Musee D"Orsay, walked along the Seine, and drank champagne till we couldn't any least, not that day.
What did I get from this trip that took us to Compiegne where the Armistice was signed in 1918 and to Verdun where the most costly battles were fought and to a wonderful museum in Meaux devoted entirely to the La Grande Guerre?

   I got HEROIC MEASURES, written under my other name. This novel is about thousands of American women whom you've never heard of or eve thought about...I bet. American nurses who volunteered to go to France to nurse Doughboys in 1917 were paid HALF what an Army private was paid and had no rank. NONE. I could go on, but hope instead you will read my novel about these truly heroic Americans.

Wild Rose Press:


 Last fall, we went to Paris again and this time our agenda was to trace the history of France by visiting a few significant places in and around Paris—and to do so by taking only the Metro or the train!  We stayed for 15 days and let me just say, that it was marvelous. We walked at least 3-4 miles a day, because you leave the train station, by golly, you are hoofing it to the site you wish to see. BUT armed with good walking shoes and our umbrellas, we did it. And then—yes, you guessed it—we dined. And I must confess, we drank well, too. Because well, it is France you must taste the local produce, right???
   What did I get out of that visit? Well, I got marvelous backgrounds for my "Cerise went to Paris" Blogs on my own blog here:   And I have wonderful info for my next few Regencies as Cerise!  Do look for THE INCOMPARABLES, 6 HEROES OF WATERLOO AND THE 6 LADIES THEY ADORE BY 6 INCOMPARABLE REGENCY AUTHORS due out for 99 cents June 18! The 6 are: Sabrina York, Dominique Eastwick, Suzi Love, Suzanna Medeiros, Lynne Connolly and me!
   And the material I researched appears in my entry in that box set, INTERLUDE WITH A BARONRegency Romp #4...and in the soon to be released #3 in that series, MASQUERADE WITH A MARQUESS!
   Keep traveling and keep reading!

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Afton Locke's, Sadie's Surrender Oyster Harbor Book 3

Sadie’s Surrender - Are Oysters Aphrodisiacs?

In my latest release, Sadie’s Surrender, Sadie shucks oysters for a living until Henry, the plant owner, secretly promotes her. This is my third book in the Oyster Harbor series. Plenty of hanky-panky has gone on under the plant roof starting with Plucking the Pearl, book 1.

What’s so sexy about oysters, anyway? They’re slimy, the color of old chewing gum, and smell sort of fishy. They don’t work for me because I’m allergic to them. My family cooked oyster stew pretty often, and I never understood why I always felt like I’d eaten a boulder afterward.

In college, my boyfriend and I planned a double date at an elegant seafood restaurant. It was supposed to be a romantic evening, and it would have been if I hadn’t been dumb enough to order raw oysters on the half shell as an appetizer. To say I felt ill was an understatement. When the crab imperial arrived, I couldn’t even look at it. I ate about two spoonfuls of apple sauce and went back to my dorm alone with a big belly ache. Romantic and sexy, not!

Sadie’s Surrender by Afton Locke
Oyster Harbor ~ where passion and race collide
Release Date: 16 May 2015
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After her husband leaves her for another woman, Sadie Johnson feels unattractive. Unable to face a dreary future of shucking oysters and living with her critical mother, she dreams of being a businesswoman. But in 1936, opportunities for women of color in Oyster Island are limited.

An oysterman at heart, Henry Rockfield would rather sail than run the local branch of his brother’s oyster company. He’s not happy about belonging to the town Klan either, but he’ll do anything to keep the peace and help his family.

When sassy Sadie proves she can run the plant, he can’t resist putting her secretly in charge so he can return to the sea. But when desire resurrects a tragic mistake from his past, he learns business and pleasure are a dangerous mix. When racial conflict hits home, forcing them to choose between love and duty, will Sadie surrender?

Excerpt (explicit)
Sadie’s Surrender - Copyright © Afton Locke, 2015

Because one of them had to drive the boat, their passion couldn’t go any further. It was enough. Henry kissed and caressed her like he truly desired her. Anything more would complicate their lives.

His fingers dug into her backside, hungry and possessive. Her hips danced with the waves, pulling her hot, wet panties across her aching folds. The throb of the engine vibrated up each leg, straight to her clitoris. Her thighs trembled, desperate to spread and guide him into her soaked depths.

“I can smell your musk through the salt air.” He ground against her. “Do you have any idea how much I want to fuck you right now?”

She moaned into the wind. Her nipples hardened, stiff enough to bore holes through Leroy’s old shirt.

“We have to drive the boat. Besides, I’m sure you can find someone prettier and smaller when you decide to be with a woman again.”

“If you belittle yourself one more time, I’ll throw you overboard.” He grabbed her hand and placed it over his erection. “Besides, I’m not exactly small myself.”

Both her fingers and belly clenched as the craft crested a wave. A wild look burned from his dark-blue eyes. With his wind-tossed, damp hair, he resembled a sea god. He definitely wasn’t small. His tall, muscular frame must weigh at least two hundred pounds, and the bulge in her hand wasn’t tiny, either. It would fill her up and then some.

She needed to see him completely nude someday, as he’d seen her.

To her surprise, he unbuttoned his trousers, releasing his rigid cock. When he rubbed it on her thigh, she trapped it under her palm. The pink flesh burned away the cold in her fingers. Hot fluid leaked down the shaft, lubricating her strokes.

“Oh, Sadie. God, Sadie,” he moaned, thrusting harder. “I’ve got to have you.”

His entire body bucked so hard, she feared they’d capsize.

Next, he unbuttoned her trousers and tugged them down. Her skin tingled with goose bumps in the cool air. She felt even more naked here than she had lying on his bed. Dare she surrender a second time?

“Henry, what are you doing?”

Instead of answering, he peeled off his poncho and draped it around their waists. Her pulse sped up. The man was out of control, and she loved it. Gasping, she gripped the steering wheel. He’d distracted her so much, they zigzagged toward the shore instead of staying in the middle of the channel.

He palmed her buttocks and dragged the scorching head of his gorgeous cock across her. She figured he planned to rub himself against her again. Fine with her. His arousal excited her so much, she was a breath away from climaxing, too.

She moaned when the round head of his bare shaft slid across her folds.

“I think you’d better stop now, Henry!”

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted this?” He groaned, his voice throbbing through her bones like the boat engine.

“How long we’ve both wanted it?”

The head nudged her clitoris, massaging it back and forth.

“Henry!” Sobbing, she clenched the wheel. “You have to stop. For one thing, you’re not wearing a—”

Coming Soon

Deeper Than Perfect - 1970s time-travel

Where readers can find me

#OysterHarbor, #BestSellingAuthor, #bbw, #bwwm, #HistoricalRomance, #VintageRomance, #InterracialRomance, #EroticRomance

Saturday, May 16, 2015

Yep. It's Saturday again...

Fran Lee

Sometimes a good marriage goes wrong. The best couples find that something has been lost. But in Haley's case, instead of losing the spark in her 10 year marriage, she just never had it to begin with. Having married the campus jock/prom king right out of high school, Haley never had the experiences so many of her friends had. Communication is so important, but she and her hot hubby can't seem to manage to communicate when it comes to what they want from each they simply accept the status quo. And the status quo is slowly making their marriage deteriorate.

When I first wrote this novella several years back, I was told that a romance book could never ever contain any form of infidelity. But the story had to be told. Following the suggestions of my publisher and editor, I cut off the important relationship between my characters in favor of the middle ground. So when I got rights back, I decided to go for broke. I revised it and put a great cover on it that told the story better.

So if you read this one before, try it again. I think you'll enjoy it.


Fran Lee

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Michelle Fox's "The Alpha's Justice" .99 Cents!

The Alpha's Justice, part of the Huntsville Pack Series:

"Your body doesn't lie, sweetheart. You want to be under me, taking everything I have to give. I bet your wolf is dancing in your head, dying for that to happen. "

**Stand alone, full length novel. No cliffhanger.**

What's an alpha to do when he's found his fated mate, but she reacts to the news by kicking him in the balls? 

Gretchen Halbmond became a diehard Daddy's girl the day her mother ran out on them both. She doesn't believe in love and isn't looking for it, but when her ailing father is attacked and left bloody by wolves on the wrong side of the law, she goes out in search of what she does believe in: Justice.

Sheriff Talon Garde has way too much on his plate. Humans have breached shifters' carefully guarded privacy and are about to go public. If he can't stop them, what happened to Gretchen's father is going to be the least of everyone's worries.

More importantly, despite Talon's rep as a badass alpha whose growl strikes fear in the hearts of criminals, Gretchen's scent makes him go all squishy inside. She's THE ONE, he's sure of it. There's just the small matter of convincing Gretchen it's pointless to fight fate...and surviving the way she fights it.

NOTE: While this is book 2 of the Huntsville Pack series, all the books are completely standalone. The series does revisit favorite characters, but the plots don't carry over from book to book, they are resolved at the end of each story. The first book, The Alpha's Mate, is available now.

Tucked in the hills of Appalachia are small communities where the people are connected by one common thread: They are all shifters. They live their lives mostly in peace, but when trouble comes calling, they always rise to the challenge...for their packs, their mates and the shifter way-of-life.

NOTE: The first book, The Alpha's Mate, is available now. (And keep in mind, these are stand alone books. The plots don't carry over. There are no cliffhangers.)

EXCERPT of The Alpha's Justice:

"What was that?" She pushed at Talon's shoulders, trying to get him to pay attention.

"Huh? What was what?" He mumbled the words into her breast and then swallowed more of her nipple, his tongue going back and forth over the tip.

"Talon," she said, fighting not to succumb to the delicious sensations Talon had stirred in her body.

"Yeah, say that again," he said, his voice thick with lust. He'd given up on her belt and was now trying to cram his hand down her pants.

An animal chuffed in the dark, the sound as derisive as a human snort. The hair on the back of Gretchen's neck stood up and a shiver crept up her spine. There was no mistaking that sound. A shifter was out there, watching them and thinking it was funny.

"Come on, sheriff." Not knowing what else to do, Gretchen whacked Talon on the head.

He winced and ducked. "Ow. Why do you keep hitting me?"

"Because when there's no blood in your brain, it stops working. I'm just giving you a little kick-start, so pay attention. Please."

.99 cents! Available now!

Saturday, May 9, 2015

Pre-order now from Amazon ~ only 99¢

Fran Lee

Pre-order now for just 99¢

Multiple partner sex with m/f/m and m/m play 

Wednesday, May 6, 2015

S.A Hoag, The Vista-WildBlood Series

 Blurb - The Vista by S. A. Hoag
  Team Three has a secret, one they think they've kept from all but a select few colleagues.  They couldn't be more wrong.
  Allen, MacKenzie and Wade are Vista Security's top officers, part of the first generation post-World War 3.  They've trained all their lives to survive and thrive in a cold, hostile world.  Their secret -  they believe they are genetically enhanced and are unquestionably connected psychically.  Hidden away in an enclave in the Rocky Mountains, they're also at the forefront of the movement to see what's left of the outside world.  Not everyone in The Vista is as eager to venture forth. 
  As they attempt to learn the truth, their mere presence makes them targets of a vicious renegade with the means to destroy everything they know.  Facing exile or worse, Team Three has short time to figure out who is enemy, who is friend and how to save their home and themselves. 
  The Vista: Book 1 of The Wildblood series takes place in the near-future where the Earth has been nearly emptied of human beings by a short and devastating world war.  Venturing beyond the safety of their valley may be the best move Security has ever made; it's absolutely the most dangerous.

 Excerpt from The Vista

A storm moved in after nightfall, the rain almost ice as it fell from a black sky.  No thunder, sparse lightning and that was the worst part of it - the broken, eerie silence between downpours.  Shannon didn’t like being in the city for any reason.  Twice a week, four months a year she was anyway.  It was her job.  They might say ghosts weren’t real, but most of ‘them’ had never spent a night in the long dead place.  Sometime after midnight, she gave in and headed for home.

  Crossing the Continental Divide, the rain turned to snow, huge white flakes splattering on the windshield and not melting.  The road was mostly clear.  Static on Shannon’s radio was thick, but minutes later, she understood two words.  Code Seven.  Active aggressive incident outside the outer perimeter, but active aggressive still.  She kicked it into overdrive and came down the mountain full tilt, pushing the car and pushing her luck on a road known to devour Scouts. 

  Then the outer marker merely went ‘blip’ as she passed it.  If there was an alert, proximity warnings would have gone off all over Security.  Alarms should be sounding in Dispatch and her car.  She stared at the radio for a moment, realizing what she had stumbled in to. 

  Wargames.  The call-out wasn’t real.

  “Car Ten, radio check.  Alert status,” she said on the air, dead calm.  She'd been a Scout more than three years.  Calm was what they did, it was the only
way to survive.  The Vista was still far enough away for most of the reply to be static.

  “Alert Six, Car Ten,” Dispatch responded.  No alert.  Things happened when she was on the other side of the divide for half a day.  She missed wargames.  It was too late to pretend she had known and Shan went for a timed run.  The adrenalin wouldn’t let her slow down anyway.

 In the dark, a flicker of taillights warned her she wasn’t alone.  At this time of night and this time of year, it would be someone who knew it was a practice run.  As Shan came up behind them, she recognized the car.  Team One was a
Guardian team from her station that had just rotated back to her schedule.
She flashed her high-beams for them to clear the left lane.  There was no immediate response.

  They were supposed to be in radio-silence too, but hell, no one had bothered to tell her about the wargames.  “Move it over, Lt. Hunter,” Shan warned on the air.  She shared some expletives with the junior officer, knowing who was driving simply by reputation.

  Team One did indeed move right.  Shannon passed them like they were parked, turning on her emergency lights as she went around the rusted out carcass of a semi trailer not even a mile further down the road.

  “She’ll do what?” Hunter asked his partner Dallas, amused at her tirade and understanding exactly what she'd said.

  “You heard her.”  Dallas knew better than to think it was funny.  He knew Shannon.

  “Fuck up my life permanently,” the younger man repeated, smiling to himself.  “Does she get that from Wade?” he wondered.

  “Cmdr. Wade rarely swears.  She gets that from Maj. MacKenzie.”  Dallas emphasized the rank of her Guardian team to make a point.

  “Senior Security,” Hunter shrugged as her car disappeared in the night.  He wasn't particularly concerned about her attitude and Senior Security officers were known for being eccentric.  It would be twenty minutes before they caught up with her, but only because she stopped.

Bio: S. A. Hoag is an author, lapidary artist, very amateur astronomer ("I just look at the stars, I can't name 'em."), and accidental desert-dweller.  Born in the middle of the Rocky Mountains of Colorado, more specifically Salida, she has lived in a number of cities in a number of states before crash-landing in the New Mexico desert.  Not Roswell, however.  Science Fiction has always been her first interest in reading and writing; many other genres sneak into the novels and that's alright with her.

  Where to find her -

'The Vista' Amazon Page
- Buy it here!