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My first m/m releases today from Samhain Publishing and it’s full of hot lovin’ with a great love story

 “Str8te Boys” by Evangeline Anderson

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Cover art by Scott Carpenter

How far would you dare to go…to win it all?

Maverick Holms and Duke Warren share almost everything—a college soccer team, an apartment and the same extremely competitive nature. Thanks to that never-back-down spirit, they’re about to share more than they bargained for.

The game is “gay chicken”. The rule: get as close as possible without kissing, and the one that pulls away first is the loser. The problem: neither of them likes to lose. It isn’t long before the game becomes an excuse to touch and kiss in every possible forbidden way. And after they pose for a gay website to earn extra money, things really heat up.

Suddenly Duke is talking lifetime commitment, and Mav is backpedaling as hard as he can, not sure if he’s ready to accept all his best friend is offering him. Or the truth about what he is.

Warning: Hot M/M sex inside. Do not open this book if you don’t like the idea of two deliciously muscular best friends becoming lovers.


Warning, I’m fairly pissed off so bad language is undoubtedly going to ensue.

I’m a pretty fair-minded person. I always try to look at all sides of a story and know that nothing is black or white–rather all shades of grey.

Except things like this.

For the woman who dumped her new-born baby in a plastic bag at a rubbish dump in my hometown on Mother’s Day…I find it hard to think up an appropriate way I wish you would suffer–which is saying something since I have a very active imagination.

Here’s the thing…if you give birth to a baby you don’t want, plastic bags and rubbish dumps shouldn’t enter into your thought processes. I don’t care if you’re a young girl or unmarried. I don’t give two shits if you’re suffering from postnatal depression or if the baby is the result of some traumatic experience. I just don’t give a flying fuck what your reason may be. Tying a baby up in a garbage bag and hiding it in a rubbish dump is inexcusable!

If you don’t want your baby you have options. You walk to a hospital, clinic, police station, bloody post office or MF MacDonalds and leave the baby on the counter between the straw dispensers and the ketchup. You leave the baby where someone will find it…alive.

It’s truly a miracle that this baby was found by a homeless man rummaging through the rubbish dump before it suffocated in the plastic bag or simply took a few days to die.

Some days I think people just suck.

End of rant


I’m very excited to say that the Wild Ride Anthology releases today!

Three great novellas with three hot cowboys and the three heroines that love them.

“Strong, Silent Type” by Lorelei James

sst2Tough. Taciturn. And a fool for letting her go…

Wyoming rancher Quinn McKay thought he’d only have to bide time until his levelheaded wife came to her senses and called a halt to this “trial separation”. He never believed the marital rough patch would drag on for a coon’s age.

Libby McKay knew when she married the gruff, laid-back cowboy that he wasn’t prone to blathering about his feelings. But three months have passed and her stubborn-as-a-mule husband is still living by himself in the horse trailer. It seems he’d rather hold onto his pride than hold onto her.

Quinn realizes Libby is determined to move on if he doesn’t loosen his tongue and he’ll lose the only woman he’s ever loved. In a last-ditch effort to keep her in his life, he offers her one weekend of uninterrupted sexual decadence.

Reigniting the passion is easy. The hard part comes after the sheets have cooled and they find out if what remains is strong enough to survive past mistakes.

Warning: Old-fashioned groveling leads to smokin’ hot sexual encounters—steamin’ up the truck windows, rockin’ the horse trailer—proving even an old married dog can learn naughty new tricks.

“The Real Deal” by Niki Green

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He held the reins to her heart once—and this time he won’t let go.

Willa Tate left Millbrook, Texas, years ago—along with her future, her fiancé and her heart. Now, as one of the headlining acts at a hot burlesque club, she looks into the crowd, sees a familiar face staring up at her—and her past comes crashing back.

Chase Kiel has some hard questions for the former love of his life. He spent forever looking for her, and now he wants answers—even if he has to throw her over his shoulder and drag her back to Millbrook to get them.

He’d find it a hell of a lot easier if the chemistry weren’t still there. If they didn’t still fit together like keg of dynamite and fuse. If he didn’t want not only his answers…but her heart.

Chase is still certain he and Willa belong together—and convincing Willa of it will be his pleasure.

Warning: This title contains explicit, powder-keg-hot sex, language that ain’t fit for your mama’s ears, and a hot cowboy with a Texas-sized heart.

“Buckling Down” by Moira Keith

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When two hearts are on the line, it’s double or nothing.

Levi McKenna heads to Las Vegas with one simple goal: win the rodeo and cement his place in rodeo history. Then Lady Luck throws a wild card into the deck—Sydney Hart. Time and distance haven’t dulled the sharp edge of their attraction, but thanks to a long-ago promise, she will always be forbidden fruit dangling just out of reach.

Sydney wants to believe in fairy tales and happily ever after, but her past relationships leave her doubting such things exist. She’s ready to give up on love…until Levi walks into her bar. The man who’s always held the missing piece of her heart. Love may not be in the cards, but that doesn’t mean a girl can’t flirt.

Neither expected passion this hot, this fast. Yet once the cards are dealt, the only thing left to do is play them out—and see if they have a winning hand.

Warning: this book contains a sassy heroine, a scrumptious hero, blood, sweat, tears, not to mention…sex laced with Vegas heat.


And I’ll tell you why…

I was at the fertility clinic this morning and while waiting in line for the vampire nurse to take my blood, I ran into someone who’d once lived on our kibbutz. He and his wife had just flown over from the states so they can do IVI and IVF. They live in L.A and have health insurance, but it would still cost them more money than they had to try fertility treatments there.  It’s cheaper for them to take months off work, fly across the world and have the fertility treatment here…where it’s almost free. I say almost because we have to pay the equivalent of about $5 every time we come in for a test or consultation. We also have to pay for the drugs that are prescribed…but it’s all subsidised and DH and I only paid about $120 for a month’s worth of GonalF and various other jabs.  

On one of the fertility forums I’m on (UK based) I’ve read about a lot of women who fly from the UK to Norway for treatment. Apparently fights, hotels, treatments, etc is all cheaper than having it done in the UK.

And it’s not just fertility treatments that are covered. Almost everything necessary is covered. There are some operations/experimental stuff/certain treatments for certain diseases that aren’t…but basically the Israeli health-care system has us covered!!!! Three years ago DH ended up in ICU for 5 days with an almost deadly bout of phenomena. Didn’t cost us a cent. Five years ago my little BIL snapped his hamstring and was in hospital for a week  –  didn’t cost the family a cent. I’ve had moles removed  –  for free. My MIL has had eye operations and operations for some lady issues…that didn’t cost her anything. DH’s grandmother broke first one hip then the other and has had 3 operations and endless tests and treatments…DIDN”T COST A CENT

So, today I’m thinking that while Israel can suck at many things…with regards to taking care of her citizen’s health — Israel rocks, our health-care system rocks…and I’m happy to be an Israeli.


Check out N.J’s latest Samhain release “Past Promises” – currently at number ONE on MBAM :)

“Past Promises” by N. J. Walters

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Sometimes the only way to leave the past behind is to ignore the voice of reason—and leap.

Jamesville, Book 7

For Linda Fletcher, the sign in front of her new business says it all. Past Promises Antiques is her declaration of independence from her powerful and manipulative family—and a vow to herself that her future will be different.

She never considered herself the no-strings-affair type, but the chemistry between her and her newly hired handyman is too intense to ignore. Moving to Jamesville was a bold step, so what’s the harm in taking one more—into his arms?

Levi Mann’s shadowed past keeps his bags packed light and his feet on the move. But one look at Linda, and he finds himself willing to hang around—just long enough to figure out what it is that triggers their explosive passion.

Warning, this title contains very explicit language, a dysfunctional family, a very large inheritance and lots of wild, hot sex.