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If you're looking for a steamy read, long, short or in between, where the characters are all over each other, get down and dirty, than I can guarantee that you will find something here. I'm going to level with you, my erotic romances are explicit and graphic in nature, but they all have happily forever or happily for now endings.

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Tuesday, May 24, 2016

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Sunday, May 22, 2016

Wanderlust by Bernadette Marie


Gia Gallow has traveled the world. Her wanderlust landed her in Georgia where she has created a life for herself away from the petty differences of relatives and domineering ex-lovers. Having settled in America, she has a successful business and dear friends—and the attention of both Dane and Russell Walker. Due to her own family's dramas over dueling hearts, she might have to forget about her feelings for Dane to keep peace within the Walker family, but sometimes even running thousands of miles away can't keep a heart from going after what the heart wants. And Gia's heart wants Dane.



Dane awoke in his childhood bedroom with a start. As he sat there, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead, he realized it wasn't that he'd heard anything to wake him—in fact, it had been too quiet.

The sun was up and warm as it filtered through the window and onto his skin.

He wiped his brow with the back of his hand and then tucked it under his head. He closed his eyes and thought about the room.

It was his and Gerald's room. Oh, if the walls could talk, he amused himself with the thought. They'd lived too far from town to have girls climbing in the windows, but they'd climbed out a few times. But once again, they'd lived too far from town to sneak out without being noticed.

They'd done things such as walk down to the river and fish by a full moon. There had been an enormous tree outside the window and during a storm it could be menacing and scary. But on a warm summer night, it was a refuge as the big branch came right to their window like a bridge to the outdoors.

There had always been two beds in the room. Sometimes they'd be pushed together for comfort, especially when that tree outside swayed in the wind. They'd also been the walls to some of the greatest forts ever built with blankets and sheets.

Long talks were had in that room. Some of those talks went well into early morning. They'd debated over Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy. There were some very serious discussions over Super Bowl XXXIII. Atlanta's new team had gone to the big game under the coaching of Dan Reeves, and they had to play his old team, the Denver Broncos. It seemed unfair to Gerald, but Dane thought it was just. He'd been a fan of John Elway his whole life. If he thought back hard enough, he was fairly sure that when he'd taunted Gerald with Elway's win, he'd gotten a black eye. The thought of it had him chuckling to himself in the quiet.

Talks about football and fishing soon gave to girls and talks about birds and bees. He was grateful that walls couldn't actually talk.

No longer were there posters and drawings on the walls. His mother had redesigned the room, he knew, for future grandchildren. The room was clean of everything but a dresser and a rocking chair. The closet door, another menacing nightmare maker, was cracked open as the door was too warped to stay closed.

Some poor grandchild would be as afraid of the abyss of the closet as he and Gerald had been.

It wasn't long before the sound of the cattle caught his attention. He'd have to admit it was a much better sound than early morning traffic. Then he heard the roaring of the first pickup truck engine. Surely he'd actually slept through the first. The sun was up after all, and he knew his father and brothers were up before the sun.

Dane rolled to his side and pulled the blanket up to his ear. This was why it was good to be visiting. No one had awakened him and made him help out with the early morning chores. Suckers!



Bernadette Marie has been an avid writer since the early age of 13, when she’d fill notebook after notebook with stories that she’d share with her friends. Her journey into novel writing started the summer before eighth grade when her father gave her an old typewriter. At all times of the day and night you would find her on the back porch penning her first work, which she would continue to write for the next 22 years.

In 2007 – after marriage, filling her chronic entrepreneurial needs, and having five children – Bernadette began to write seriously with the goal of being published. That year she wrote 12 books. In 2009 she was contracted for her first trilogy and the published author was born. In 2011 she (being the entrepreneur that she is) opened her own publishing house, 5 Prince Publishing, and has released contemporary titles and has begun the process of taking on other authors in other genres.

Bernadette spends most of her free time driving her kids to their many events. She is also an accomplished martial artist, working her way to her second degree black belt in Tang Soo Do.

An avid reader she loves to meet readers who enjoy reading contemporary romances and she always promises Happily Ever After.

Bernadete Marie

Website: http://www.bernadettemarie.com/
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/authorbernadettemarie
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Blog: http://www.authorbernadettemarie.blogspot.com/
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Bernadette-Marie/e/B003M75S8W


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Saturday, May 21, 2016

Social Media Links

I thought since I wrote a post earlier about my disappointment with facebook that you might be interested in my social media links or places I post regularly where you can find me. It's not many, certainly nothing compared to the tons of groups I belonged to in the beginning.

Here - almost daily
Twitter - daily
Coffee Time Blog - 20th of the month
The Romance Studio Blog - weekends
Outrageous Girls Blog - anytime

Friday, May 20, 2016


I hate to say it but I'm just about done with facebook. I have around 3,500 friends and maybe, just maybe I might see posts from a dozen of them, and usually the same people. Makes me wonder how many are actually seeing my posts. Not too long ago someone I was used to seeing just disappeared. So I went to their individual page and sure enough, they've been posting all along. So why aren't their posts showing up for me to see? Very disappointing.

I enjoy my personal facebook page, the one that's under my real name. I keep it strictly for family and friends that I actually get together with. Hence the reason I only have 63 friends. There's a lot more interaction and activity going on there, for obvious reasons. We all know one another personally. Makes a difference I'd say.

I don't think I'll delete my Tory Richards' page because anything I post on my website/blog does show up there. At least anyone who's interested in my books will still get the updates. Or they can join my newsletter.

Thursday, May 19, 2016

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Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Love's Encore by Kathleen Ann Gallagher

GENRE: Contemporary Romance



Desire wins the lead role.

Sadie Layne, a creative and motivated high school drama teacher, is grateful for second chances. After surviving breast cancer, she embarks on a celebratory trip to LA with her two best friends. Sadie never expected to run into the handsome and charming Vince De Carlo in the hotel lobby. She hasn’t seen Vince much since they worked together in a theater company years ago. Their meeting interrupts her plans and reminds her of the life she left behind.

Vince, a struggling actor and cover model, is in LA to promote a television pilot. His old attraction to Sadie is stronger than ever. He never forgot her, even though a trusted friendship and a scripted kiss was all they’d shared.

The reunited pair give in to temptation, but reality soon collides with lust as strong doubts about their blossoming romance get in the way. Sadie dreads facing her defeat as an actress, and Vince doesn’t think a struggling actor like himself is capable of providing the accomplished teacher with what she deserves.

Will the couple find a way to keep their sizzling romance alive and build a future together? Or will their uncertainty win the lead role and smother the flames?



How on earth was she supposed to explain spending the night out to her friends? Her heart told her to stay with Vince. It wasn’t as if they’d just met. Some of the students in the workshop had told her he’d had the hots for her, nevertheless, she’d insisted it was platonic. It took honesty on her part to admit she’d had a strong physical attraction to him. All these years her fairy-tale romance was right in front of her eyes, and she had looked past it to put her acting career first. Her whole world had revolved around the theater. How could she have lied to herself for so long? If she’d known her path would divert into a different direction, she might have done things differently. At the time, her goals had come before any form of romance. No more. Not this time. She was going for it. Full speed ahead, girl. So long regrets.

“You have no idea how much I want you, and I always have. You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. There is no other woman who can compare to you, Sadie.”

He trailed his tongue along her cheek and nibbled at her neck. Chills ran rampant through her body. Each gentle touch of his strong fingers along the inside of her thigh getting higher and higher. Sadie’s arousal escalated, and she wanted nothing more than to rip his clothes off. He made his way back up to her mouth, and she parted her lips to welcome his tongue. His passionate kiss intensified her longing to have all of him.


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Kathleen writes contemporary and paranormal romance in her home in New Jersey, where she lives with her husband and their two fur babies, Luc and Chaz. She spent years working as a registered nurse in an emergency room. Kathleen discovered her passion for reading and writing in the fourth grade. She has three children and three lovable grandsons. Her favorite romantic getaway is Cape May, New Jersey. You might find Kathleen on a beach down the Jersey Shore, wearing a straw hat and sipping on an iced tea as she plots her next romance novel.

You can find Kathleen at the following places:

Blog: http://kathleensplacetoreflect.blogspot.com/?zx=bccfbb97bd233c80
Twitter: www.twitter.com/Kathleenwrites
Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/magicalwriter/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorKathleenAnnGallagher/?ref=aymt_homepage_panel
Google: https://plus.google.com/u/0/117606070036565136137



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Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Never before posted excerpt of The Cowboy Way!

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Now it was Chase’s truck barreling down the road toward her. Before Lacey had time to act, he swerved around her car and stopped his vehicle with a squeal, just missing her. Lacey caught her breath at his recklessness and then fumbled with the key in the ignition when she saw the expression on his face. It didn’t occur to her that all she had to do was lock her door. Her fingers were shaking so badly that, in the end, all she succeeded in doing was dropping the keys at her feet. Chase practically ripped the car door off when he opened it to get to her.

“Don’t touch me!” she whispered sharply, shrinking away from his hand.

An angry muscle twitched in Chase’s clenched jaw, and he pulled Lacey out of the car anyway. “If you don’t behave, I’ll do more than just touch you.”

A threat if she’d ever heard one.

In his haste to catch up to her, he’d obviously donned his clothes in a hurry. Only one button was buttoned on his shirt, the loose ends flapping against the stormy wind. And his jeans were unsnapped and half unzipped, revealing that he wasn’t wearing underwear. Reminding her all over again of the intimate scene she’d walked in on.

“Me behave?” she hissed, pulling against his powerful hold. “I wasn’t the one caught in bed with my pants down!”

“If you’d looked with your eyes and not with your heart, you would have seen it was a one-sided affair,” Chase rasped down at her, breathing heavy from his efforts to subdue her. “What will it take to get it through both your heads that I don’t want Stella?” He jerked Lacey to him roughly, his hands hurting her shoulders unintentionally. “It’s you I want, lady! And only you!”

His gaze was fierce on Lacey. The wind of the oncoming storm whipped over them, bringing with it a cool sprinkle of rain. The sky was one black cloud and thunder vibrated the ground beneath their feet. Lacey wanted to believe Chase, but he didn’t say the words she really wanted to hear. Wanting her wasn’t enough. She wanted him too, but she also wanted marriage and a family someday. And so far, none of that had been mentioned between them. What would happen once he tired of her?

“There’s nothing to discuss.” She managed to jerk away from him and started to turn back toward her car.

“That’s what you think.” Chase’s big body pushed Lacey against her car, pinning her there. His hands went to her neck, circling it in a subtle warning. “I have a lot to say.”

“Well, I’m not interested,” Lacey fired back, struggling slightly. She was painfully aware of the strong length of Chase’s body pressed intimately against her. “I saw everything I needed to see.”

He chuckled mercilessly down at her. “I thought I told you that I wasn’t participating in Stella’s little game.”

The light sprinkle of rain was quickly turning into a full-fledged rainstorm. Lacey shivered against Chase, blinking the rain out of her eyes, but he ignored the storm and her movements. Lacey felt herself blush hotly when the front of her shirt quickly became plastered to her, revealing her braless state. Her nipples became hard the second Chase lowered his hot gaze to her breasts.

He took a deep breath and captured Lacey’s gaze with his smoldering stare. “Let us get a few things straight between us, baby. First, I dislike Stella immensely. No, hate is a more appropriate word for what I feel for her. And what’s more, she knows how I feel.”

Lacey opened her mouth, and Chase gave her a threatening squeeze. It didn’t hurt, but the message was clear for her not to interrupt.

“I could never want Stella.” He whispered the words down at Lacey, moving so close that she could feel the warmth of his breath against her lips.

They parted, eager for his kiss, wanting it. They were both soaked now, but the rain didn’t seem to bother her anymore. An inner heat kept her warm.

Only Chase didn’t kiss Lacey. “Second, I’m sorry for the way I treated you last night. I nearly lost my mind when I saw that wall of fire crumbling down behind you and knew I’d never reach you in time. Then, when I saw Brian pinned beneath it…”

“You blamed me.”

“I blamed you for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, not for the accident. I was elated you were safe, but crazy out of my mind that Brian was injured and not knowing how badly.”

“But you said—”

“I know what I said. I won’t lie and say I wasn’t mad as hell at you at the time.” His hot gaze drifted lazily down the front of her, taking in the pointed peaks of her full breasts as they strained against the clinging knit shirt. “I’ve never wanted any woman the way I want you.”

Lacey’s heartbeat accelerated, and she suddenly grew unbearably hot. She was vaguely surprised that the rain pouring down on them wasn’t producing steam. She couldn’t believe they were still standing along the side of the road. Given their intimate position, she was thankful it was an old country road and had little to no traffic.

Instincts told her that Chase was struggling with himself. She could almost visualize him mentally counting to ten. She smiled seductively, even though his eyes were shut, and brought her hips closer into the circle of his. She felt the tight muscles in his thighs and knew her power over him when he gritted out, “Lacey, I’m not done talking to you.”

“So talk.” She knew if Chase had been looking at her she wouldn’t be nearly so brave. Before she was aware of what she was doing, she began to rotate her hips gently into him. She lost a little of her own sanity when she felt the hardness of his desire push impatiently against her.

His hands moved to Lacey’s hips, and he held her in place while slowly torturing them both. It was Lacey who lost control first and moaned with pleasure, caught in her own web of desire. Her knees turned to jelly and she rolled her head back lifelessly, offering Chase her exposed throat.

He didn’t need a verbal invitation to put his mouth on her. “You started this, sweetheart.” His lips moved against her damp flesh. Lacey shivered uncontrollably as Chase’s teeth roughly grazed her skin, bringing a mixture of pleasure and pain. He slanted his mouth over hers for a hard, quick kiss. Then, without warning, he grabbed her hand and pulled her behind him.

“Come on, you’re going back to the house with me.” He opened the door to his truck.

“I thought you wanted to talk,” Lacey reminded him, pausing at the opened door to meet his smoky eyes. Her breasts were rising and falling rapidly, and his eyes narrowed on the deep cleavage exposed by the buttons undone. 

He gritted his teeth. “Get in, unless you want to do this here and now.”

Lacey didn’t have to ask Chase what he meant. She glanced around them, taking in the lonely countryside and quiet road, seriously doubting they had to worry about anyone coming by. But the look on Chase’s face worried her. He was barely in control now. His arousal was quite evident, and she felt the answering weakness invade her limbs. Without another word, Lacey ducked her head and slid across the soft leather seat.

She didn’t have to ask Chase what home he’d been referring to when he made a reckless U-turn on the narrow dirt road. With a speed that had Lacey gasping and grasping for the door handle to keep from flying to his side of the truck, they were racing down the wet, muddy road.

“Who taught you how to drive?” she questioned, throwing him a concerned look.

Chase chuckled. “No one. I taught myself when I was about fourteen.” His silver gaze moved over Lacey, smoldering with unspoken intentions. “That’s not all I learned how to do when I was fourteen.”

Lacey caught her breath, coloring. “I don’t doubt it. And I bet that was in a car too.”