Lori Foster’s RAGT – Boardroom Schedule

If you’re going to Lori Foster’s Annual Event this year, check out the schedule for the boardroom I am hosting with my fabulous friends and authors, Liliana Hart, J.Kenner/Julie Kenner and Carly Phillips! Read on for more information!

The 10th AnnualReader & Author Get Together

June 5-8, 2014

We’re hosting a Boardroom together with a lot of fun things planned!  You can find us at:

FAIRFIELD Boardroom: The Dangerous Desires Room

First up, we’re looking forward to meeting all of you – and we’re offering a Grand Prize Giveaway to one lucky winner!  A BASKET OF OUR BOOKS WITH A KINDLE FIRE for one lucky winner!

HOW TO ENTER:  We will provide a sheet of paper with all of our books – you must gather all 4 author signatures, Liliana Hart, J.Kenner/Julie Kenner, Dee Davis and Carly Phillips, and place in box in our boardroom!

RAGT Boardroom Schedule For Liliana Hart, J.Kenner/Julie Kenner, Dee Davis and Carly Phillips

FRIDAY

10:15-11:30Chat with Liliana, J.Kenner/Julie Kenner, Dee Davis and Carly Phillips – Get to know us! Ask any question you want – but be warned … It might or might not be an honest answer!

11:30 – 12:30 – Romance Jeopardy-Small teams will compete against each other to answer questions about popular romance novels. Winning team receives a prize.

12:30-1:45 –  Romance Charades-Participants will get a chance to act out their favorite scenes or titles from romance novels.  Prizes awarded!

SATURDAY

10:15 – 11:15 – Romance Pictionary- Teams will compete against each other to draw and guess clues from romance novels. Prizes and chocolate awarded.

11:15-12:15 – Romance Cover Puzzles-· Large jigsaw puzzles of romance novel covers placed around the room. The first team to complete their puzzle receives a prize.

9-11 pmPJ party and Apples to Apples night with Julie, Carly, Dee, and Lilliana. Wear your jammies or whatever is comfortable.  Chocolate and Prizes!

Note – If any event runs short, we will have another Romance Q&A-  Readers will have the opportunity to ask any question they want and get an answer from bestselling romance authors Dee Davis, Liliana Hart, Julie Kenner, and Carly Phillips.

ALL THE AUTHORS WILL BE SIGNING!

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New Release: Hearts Out Of Time

Hearts out of Time I am pleased to announce a brand new boxed set of time travel novels including my very own Everything in its Time!  I’m so excited to be included with some of my very favorite authors.  Christina Skye, Theresa Ragan,  Jennifer Blake, and Monique Martin:

Enter into worlds of passion where fated heroines and steadfast heroes fall into loves so great not even time can tear them apart.A special-edition bundle of 4 full-length novels and 2 novellas — all standalone reads — by some of the most popular authors writing romance and time travel today.

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RETURN OF THE ROSE – Theresa Ragan

With one of twin sisters dying, the Witch of Devonshire transports the ailing babe from Medieval England to the 20th century. Twenty-four years later, Morgan is whisked back again. Mistaken for her twin, Amanda, Morgan is forced to marry King Henry’s favored knight, the Lord of Braddock Hall. Abandoned by his mother and unloved by his father, Derek Vanguard has a heart so cold only one woman can melt it — if she can accept that this is the time where she belongs.

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EVERYTHING IN ITS TIME (Time After Time Series) – Dee Davis

Eight years ago while vacationing in Scotland, Katherine St. Claire shared a glorious night of passion with a stranger, who promptly disappeared come morning. In the 15th century, Iain Mackintosh remains haunted by the memory of his greatest love who vanished, leaving behind only a cairngorm earring as proof she was ever there. Iain’s family pressures him to forge a sensible marriage. Then Katherine suddenly returns to him and reveals where — and when — she’s from…

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HOUR OF THE ROSE (A Draycott Abbey Novel) – Christina Skye

Archeologist Kelly Hamilton follows a trail of secrets to the hauntingly beautiful Draycott Abbey, tracking a priceless sword. Ex-Royal Marine Michael Burke only wants Kelly gone. But in the nights that follow, Kelly’s gift of second sight tells her this man is no stranger. She has known him long before: as his ardent lover… Soon the two are caught in a sensuous spell of white-hot desire. And all the while an old and dangerous enemy waits to strike.

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FALLEN (A Draycott Abbey Novella) – Christina Skye

In a night of dreams and danger, a Crusader knight is torn from the past on a mission of honor — and deadly revenge. Only through magic can he protect the innocence of a stubborn woman who has learned to trust no one. While the deadly fog of a London graveyard closes around them, they will fight an eternal desire and test the strength of their trust — even as their oldest enemy plots their demise.

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MoniqueOUT OF TIME (Out of Time Series) – Monique Martin

When an accident transports Professor Simon Cross and his assistant, Elizabeth, to 1920s Manhattan, he runs straight into proof of the supernatural he’s been searching for and a romantic entanglement he’s been avoiding. Simon and Elizabeth’s relationship is tested by demons real and imagined, for more than mobsters are vying for power in the city’s speakeasies. Then a local kingpin with a dark secret sets his sights on Elizabeth, putting them in a fight for their lives.

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JenniferBESIEGED HEART (No Ordinary Lovers Novella Collection) – Jennifer Blake

If the castle falls to the siege of vicious Baron Ewloe, so will Princess Mara. Her trusted adviser and wizard offers to meet the baron in ritual combat, but she cannot send him to certain death. Rayne knows he can defeat the baron if Mara will make him her champion instead of sacrificing herself to save her people. If she must surrender to someone, Rayne vows it will be to him — and transports her to the future to achieve it. But will she forgive him afterward?

 

This set is available for a limited time.  And is priced at only 99 cents!

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New Release: Hell’s Fury!

DeeDavis_HellsFury_200I’m excited to announce the release of book four in the Devil May Care series, Hell’s Fury!

They were the baddest of the bad, the illegitimate sons and daughters of  Satan, who had managed to make love, raise hell, and milk life in a manner worthy of their heritage. Until the day the devil himself needs to name his heir apparent.  So who will the next ruler of Sin City be?  

Jezebel Wyatt is the second of the Devil’s daughters.  An Immortal with a gift for acquiring information, she has survived the centuries using her unique talent to obtain and sell crucial secrets to whomever offers the greatest prize.  For Jessie, it’s only a game.  Winner take everything.  So when her father appears with the deal of all deals—steal the Protector of Armageddon—she accepts.   But she knows she needs help, and the best alternative is also the worst—her ex-lover –David Bishop.

International operative David Bishop is obsessed with finding the Protector, and through it the man who killed his brother. The only time he’s ever been distracted from his quest was the time he spent in Jessie Wyatt’s bed.  An ice cold siren with a red hot core, David isn’t sure he can trust her—even though she’s offering a partnership that would give them both what they desire.

With Jessie’s ability for information, and David’s uncanny knack for getting into and out of tight situations, they seem to have everything they need.  But as the forces of evil mount, Jessie and David must face their past as well as their darkest demons. And together they’ll learn that only by relinquishing everything can they hope to fulfill the promise of love.

 

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Just for fun here’s an excerpt:

Jessie cursed her own vulnerability.  If time had taught her anything at all, it was that nothing was worth opening her heart.  And even if there were something out there – it wasn’t David Bishop.  She’d already been on that ride and the thrill was overrated.  The cost too damn high.  She’d spent the last couple of years trying to exorcise him from her system.  Apparently without any success at all.

She told herself that it was just proximity.  Sensory memory or something equally inane.  Pheromones always seemed to have a mind of their own.  But it was hard to ignore the real fear she’d felt when she’d found him cornered in Lewisham.

In all truth, it was a new and powerful emotion.  An immortal didn’t really experience a whole lot of fear – and considering she’d been hung, poisoned, and shot to death on three separate occasions – she was more immune to the feeling than most.   Basically, from her point of view, death was a less than frightening experience.

Except when it was happening to David.

Even with Henri, the only other man who’d managed to penetrate her shell, she’d never felt such raw, physical anguish.  And she’d watched him die.   At the time she’d mourned Henri’s loss, her pain real, but it had been nothing like the stark desperation she’d felt upon walking in on David at Iverson’s.

She glanced over at him, sitting in the plane seat next to her.  His eyes were closed, his breathing even.  Obviously he’d taken the adventure in stride.  In fact, he’d managed to act as if nothing of importance had happened at all.

Of course there was the little fact that Iverson had quite possibly known the location of the Protector.  Her father wouldn’t be to happy when he discovered she’d saved a mortal and in doing so had lost the key to the quest.   But then she didn’t have to tell her father.

“Having a little bit of trouble, are you?”   The monitor embedded in the seatback sprang to life, her father’s head sort of bobbing in place against the dark blue background.

“What are you doing here?”  Jessie whispered, shooting a sideways glance at David and the passengers across the way.  Thank God for first class – she’d learned along time ago that people with money tend to tune out everything around them.  The epitome of turning a blind eye.

“Just checking on your progress.”  Her father’s smile was jaunty, but his black eyes were not amused.  “I see you’ve picked up the garbage.”   For reasons Jessie had never really understood, her father had reacted almost as violently to her liaison with David Bishop as she had.  Practically ordering her to stop seeing the man.

But Jessie had never listened to anyone.  Particularly her father.  And of course the irony was, he’d been absolutely right.

“I told you I need his help.”

“Blast and damn, girl.  You don’t need anyone’s help,” her father thundered.  Fortunately, no one but her could hear him.  “Especially not a mortal.  What do they know?”

“Well, this one is an expert on the Protector of Armageddon, remember?  And if you want me to find the damn thing, I’m going to need his help.”

“I assumed you’d simply use your gift – after all that’s what gives you the upper hand in finding things, am I right?”  His smile this time was genuine.  Her father liked it when she played by his rules.

“I tried.  More than once as a matter of fact.”  Since she was a tiny girl, Jessie had been able to see things, visualize who exactly held the information she needed.  Sometimes it was quick and to the point, sometimes it was so vague it took her weeks to work it out, but always it was ultimately on target.

Except with the Protector.  She’d tried to find it years ago – for David.  And she’d been trying now – for her father.   With absolutely no success at all – except that’d she’d managed to locate David, and stop him from being killed.

“I’m blocked.  Or the box is protected in some way.  Long and short of it is, that if I’m going to find it, I’m going to need help, and David’s been hunting the thing for years.  He’s my best shot.”

“Well, I’d think the very fact that he hasn’t found it, would mean just the opposite, but who am to question your choices.  I’ll just believe in your resourcefulness, and remind you how much is hanging in the balance here, for you – and for me.”  Leave it to her father to make it all about him.

“I’ll get the box, Daddy.  I promise.  But no more popping in to see how I’m doing.  You owe me that much.”

For a moment, her father’s frown seemed to reach out from the monitor, his eyes shooting flames, but then with a sigh, he capitulated.  “Fine.  Have it your way.”

It was an old battle.  “I don’t need your help. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.  I’d think the last few centuries would have more than proved the fact.  ”

“What can I say?” her father’s head bobbed, “I’m your father.  I worry.”

“And the moon is made of green cheese.”  She started to laugh, but swallowed it, worried that David would wake to find her father ensconced in the little monitor.  “Look, Daddy, I learned my lesson.  Relationships can’t work.  Not for someone like me.  So I’ll handle this – without your interference.”

She waited as her father digested the information.

“I’ll have your word.”  He opened his mouth to argue, but she shook her head.  “If you can’t give me that, then I won’t even try to find the box.  You can take your request to Lola.”  She knew he couldn’t, her little sister was capable of a lot.  Wrecking havoc among men being chief of the list.  But she wouldn’t be able to find the Protector.

“I gave you the quest.  And I guess I’ll just have to trust that you know how best to find the box.”

It wasn’t a glowing endorsement, but considering this was the devil, she’d take it.

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Book Two:  HELL FIRE by Dee Davis

Book Three: SURE AS HELL  by Julie Kenner

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Excerpt from Hell’s Fury by Dee Davis, Copyright ©2006 by Dee Davis. All rights reserved. Reprint only with permission from author.

NEW RELEASE: Hell Fire

DeeDavis_HellFire_200I’m excited to announce the release of Book 2 of the Devil May Care Series: Hell Fire.

They were the baddest of the bad, the illegitimate sons and daughters of  Satan, who had managed to make love, raise hell, and milk life in a manner worthy of their heritage. Until the day the devil himself needs to name his heir apparent.  So who will the next ruler of Sin City be?  

Marcus Diablo is the third son of Satan.  Starting his immortal life as El Diablo, a black-hearted pirate to rival them all, he prefers living on the edge.   But modern day life has been a bit dull, so when Daddy Dearest pops in with the news that the Keys to Hell are up for grabs, he accepts his father’s quest.   Bring back the Devil’s Delight and the entire underworld is his — lock, stock and fiery brimstone.

Celeste Abbot has spent her life helping her father amass an exquisite private collection of some of the world’s most sought after items.  Traveling around the world, jockeying for position with other treasure hunters, she’s fought for and won things that many people aren’t even convinced existed.  But one treasure has remained elusive.   A perfect ruby known as the Devil’s Delight.

Only one thing stands in her way.  A green-eyed blast from her past who also seeks the stone, and will stop at nothing to get it.  And to make matters worse, the devilish man once stole her heart.  As Celeste and Marcus are thrown together again, the forces of good and evil collide in an all out battle of the sexes.  Because when a devil meets and angel—all hell breaks loose.

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Just to tempt you a little bit, here’s an excerpt:

“Looking for something?”   The lazy heat of his voice twined around Celeste Abbot like a cat or a lover, probably a bit of both.

“I should have known.”   She turned the flashlight toward the sound of the voice, almost expecting to find it empty.  The man was a shadow.  “How long have you been here?”

“Just long enough to secure the journal.”  Marcus Diablo smiled, his green eyes glittering in the light.

“So why wait for me?”  She knew the answer, but she wanted to hear him say it.  Or deny it.

“I need your help.”

“You mean my father’s help.”

He shrugged, his smile potent.  “It’s all the same, isn’t it?”

There was an insult in there, she was certain of it, but somehow he had a way of sugar coating the knife.   But at least he was being honest with her.  Unlike the last time.  “Let me have the journal.”  She held out her hand, her gaze locking with his.

“I hardly think that’s likely.  After all, the last time we were together, you didn’t exactly wait around for me.”

The last time they were together was a moment she tried very hard not to dwell on.  “What was I supposed to do?  Hand the Degas over to you on a silver platter?  You seduced me in the hopes that I’d tell you where it was.”

“I seduced you because I wanted to.”  Somehow they’d shifted positions, standing only inches apart.  “The Degas was a bonus.   Besides, seduction is a two way street.”

“A lane and a boulevard, maybe.  They’re hardly the same thing.”   They were breathing in tandem now.  She could see the muscles in his chest bunch with each inhalation.

“But a perfect fit, no?”   His teeth were white in the shadows.

She shook her head, fighting for clarity.  He was doing it again.  Seducing her.  And she’d sworn never to let that happen again.   Once had been enough.

Okay maybe that part was a lie.  But wonderful things could still be dangerous.

“I want the journal.   It’s my father’s life work to find the Devil’s Delight.  You know that.  This isn’t the same as a painting or a statue.”

“It’s his heart’s desire.  Yes, I know.”  His frown held a hint of disapproval.   “Unfortunately, I have a client who desires it as well.”

“And your client trumps my father?”   She inched forward, still holding his gaze.

“In this case,” his expression changed, his face hardening like one of the marbles he so often procured, “yes.   My client trumps everyone.”

“I don’t think so.”  With lightening speed honed from years of practice, she grabbed the journal and pivoted to run, her emotions tumbling between regret and elation.   To her credit, she made it as far as the sacristy door.

“Going somewhere?”  His body pinned hers to the wall, every hard muscle pressing into her flesh with the searing precision of a carved relief, two halves that were ordained to fit together.

“Let me go.”  She started to struggle, then stopped, the motion causing far more damage to her senses than simply holding still.

“Why?”  His smile was crooked.  “This is much more fun.”  He dipped his head, his lips brushing against hers.   It was meant as a tease, but something in his touch ignited a fire inside her, and without thinking she responded, letting passion carry her away, his remembered smell and taste combining into a potent aphrodisiac.

There’d never been anything wrong with his kisses, each thrust and stroke calculated to bring pleasure.

Calculated.

The word rang through her head.  Gathering her wits, she pushed back, but she was too late.  He’d already retrieved the journal.   “You son of a bitch.”  She swung her hand, intent on knocking the smirk from his face, but he caught her wrist, still smiling.

“Come on, Celeste,” he said, holding her firmly now, “no name calling.  It isn’t ladylike.”

“Well, I’m not a lady,” she responded, immediately regretting her words when she saw the glint in his eye.

“Believe me,” he leaned closer, his breath warm on her cheek, “I’m more than aware of that fact.”

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Book Three: SURE AS HELL  by Julie Kenner (out April 28th)

Book Four: HELL’S FURY  by Dee Davis (out May 5th)

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Excerpt from Hell Fire by Dee Davis, Copyright © by Dee Davis. All rights reserved. Reprint only with permission from author.  

New Release: Devil May Care Series


JulieKenner_PosterThey were the baddest of the bad, the illegitimate sons and daughters of Satan, who had managed to make love, raise hell, and milk life in a manner worthy of their heritage. Until the day the devil himself needs to name his heir…

The mission? Each sibling must complete a task that is designed to stretch him or her to the limit.  The prize?  The Keys To Hell.  The problem?  Four mortals equally determined to ensure that the the Devil’s children fail…

So who will the next ruler of Sin City be?  

 

 

 

Starting next week (April 14) and continuing each of the next four weeks, I’m happy to announce that Julie Kenner and I will be releasing our Devil May Care Series.   Beginning with Book 1, Raising Hell!   Check www.devilmaycarebooks.com  for buy links starting Monday!

To whet your appetite, here’s a teaser from Julie Kenner’s Raising Hell:

Lila fidgeted on her stool, unnerved by how much she’d revealed to this man. He probably thought she was an idiot, the way she’d blathered on and on. There was something about him, though. Something that drew her in and, apparently, affected her as potently as a few strong drinks.

Lord knew, he loosened her tongue. Not to mention that his mere proximity left her feeling warm and decadent. Itchy, even, but in a wholly sensual way. Like she might die if he didn’t scratch the itch… and she might melt if he did.

“So will you?” she asked, shaking off the languor in her bones. “Will you sketch me now?”

He leaned back, his silver-gray eyes examining her with an almost feral intensity as he looked her up, then down. She tried to sit still, but couldn’t quite manage. The heat of his gaze was so intense it might have been a caress, and her nipples peaked under his scrutiny, raising hard nubs under the soft Lycra of her top. Instinctively, she started to cross her arms over her chest, but fought the urge, keeping them at her sides, and feeling more exposed—and more turned on—than she ever had in her life.

His inspection finished, he met her eyes, the corner of his mouth curving up into a silent smile. He turned away, saying nothing, then took a quick sip of his scotch. He reached for two cocktail napkins, pulled them close, then patted his mouth with one.

Honestly, she wanted to scream. “Well?” she demanded, forcing her voice to remain calm and steady.

“Of course I’ll sketch you,” he said. He met her eyes, and a muscle twitched in his jaw. “In fact, at the moment I can think of only one thing I’d like to do more.”JulieKenner_RaisingHell_200

“Oh.” She knew she shouldn’t ask, but she couldn’t help herself. “What’s that?”

One beat, then another. Her heart pounded in her chest, the rhythm so intense she was certain everyone in the bar could hear it.

And then, just when she was certain he wasn’t going to answer, he traced the curve of her cheekbone with his thumb, then leaned close. She closed her eyes as his lips brushed her hair, and his voice was a whisper against her ear, sending shivers trilling down her spine. “The only thing I want more than to sketch you,” he murmured, “is to paint you.”

Lila exhaled, her eyes still closed, her body burning from the remnants of his breath caressing her skin. That hadn’t been the response she’d expected. But somehow his words were all the more erotic, holding a promise of things more decadent and revealing than mere sex.

“Shall I?” he asked.

And then, opening her eyes to look at him, she nodded.

He grinned and reached into the inside pocket of his jacket to produce a stick of charcoal.

She lifted an eyebrow and he shrugged. “Accountants carry calculators,” he said. “It’s not that surprising.”

“Do you have a pad in there, too?”

He drew the napkin closer. “No need. Now sit quietly,” he directed. “And watch me.”

He cupped her face, tilting her head just slightly, then urged her hand up until she found herself resting her chin on her fist, watching him from this posed position. And watching the image of herself come to life on the tiny cocktail napkin.

He started with a sweep of the charcoal. One line that seemed to have no connection to her at all. No connection, that is, except for the smoldering way that he looked at her. A smoky gaze that seemed reflected in the smudged charcoal image emerging on the paper.

The curve of her jaw. Then the line of her neck. A flick of his wrist and the tendrils of her hair seemed to materialize from so many lines on the paper. And then, most miraculously of all, he caught the expression in her eyes. And, seeing that, she knew that he could never doubt that she’d agree to be painted. Because her expression was rapturous. And she knew the truth of what he’d sketched. Because with every piercing look—with every sure stroke of the charcoal—Lila realized that she couldn’t walk away without letting him paint her. His scrutiny made her feel both alive and unique. And even if she never did another bit of modeling, the portrait he’d create would fulfill her fantasies. More, Nicholas Velnias would be giving her the chance at immortality. And, really, what girl could say no to that?

 

Coming April 21st:  Book 2, Dee Davis’s Hell Fire  DeeDavis_HellFire_200

 

Winter in Connecticut

SNOWSo I haven’t written anything here in ages.  And the primary reason is that I slipped on the ice and fell, wrenching my ankle and breaking a bone in my foot (not to mention my head).  I’m recuperating nicely now, but have been trapped inside (mostly upstairs) for the better part of two months.  Add to that over twenty-one total inches of snow here over that same time period and it’s been a real Connecticut winter for me.  What a way to acquaint myself with the joys of ice and snow.  Or maybe I should say not acquaint myself, since I’ve been mostly watching it fall from the windows.  (The ice that felled me was before the really bad snow hit). boot

Anyway, I’ve now had the fire department and ambulance service come to rescue me  (they were awesome!)  And I got to spend the better part of a day in the ER — not something I’d wish on
anyone.  And now they joys of PT and hobbling around the house.  But thanks to my new doctor, I’ve got a brand new fashion statement.  And I have to say that there’s something to be said for a cozy fire and the snow falling outside.  Just don’t ask me to walk on it!  At least not until I have a solid ankle again!

And hopefully, by then, I’ll be seeing spring flowers!

IMG_0864So how is your winter going?

Great Books! Great Sale!

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