Ides of March Sale!!!









There’s a great big sale going on at Red Door Reads!
14 books, each for just $0.99. But BEWARE THE IDES OF MARCH (because the sale ends! )
Heroes Returned Trilogy by Ava Stone
Finally Finding Faith by Tammy Falkner
A Waltz in the Park by Deb Marlowe
The Farmer’s Wife by Lori Handeland
The Daring Debutantes Box Set by Jerrica Knight-Catania
Find Me in Darkness by Julie Kenner
Wish for You by Marquita Valentine
To Walk in the Sun by Jane Charles
Lady Mistaken by Aubrey Beck
Much Ado About Dutton by Claudia Dain
Tiara Wars by Caren Crane
Hell Fire by Dee Davis
Miss Wheaton’s Whiskers by Susan Gee Heino
Knave vs Spy by Michelle Marcos

NEW in Audio!!

I am pleased to announce that both my Last Chance Series and my Liar’s Game Series are now out in Audio Format on iTunes, Amazon and Audible!!

Last Chance:

Meet the men and women of Last Chance. Three friends bound by unspeakable horror. Three men who will stop at nothing to save the women they love. Three novels that will leave you breathless. Endgame, Enigma and Exposure.











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Endgame: iTunes

Enigma: iTunes

Exposure: iTunes






Liar’s Game:

Everyone is a liar.   Sometimes for a greater good.  But when the game turns deadly, reasons don’t matter at all.  Three deadly men, three women on the run.  Three books to keep you warm on a cold winter’s night.  Eye of the Storm, Chain Reaction and Still of the Night!












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Eye of the Storm: iTunes

Chain Reaction: iTunes

Still of the Night; iTunes







” Patrick Ryan…”

A Match Made on Madison is FREE!

DeeDavis_MatchMadeinManhatten_200pxFor five days only you can get the first book in my Matchmaker Chronicles, A Match Made on Madison, for free!!!  Offer lasts through Saturday Sept. 27th! Get it now!

Manhattan glitterati with a desire to find the perfect mate have a new champion in matchmaker Vanessa Carlson. With her fledgling business giving her biggest rival – friend and mentor Althea Sevalas – a run for the money, Vanessa’s services are definitely a hot commodity. To prove once and for all who’s the best matchmaker in town, Vanessa and Althea enter into a competition to see who can score downtown playboy Mark Grayson as their client and send him walking down the aisle. Once a winner is crowned in this very public endeavor, there will be no question as to who rules Manhattan’s matrimonial mergers. But emotions often have a will of their own, and Vanessa learns that rules don’t always apply.

Here’s an excerpt to whet your appetite:

Bemelmans Bar, The Carlyle Hotel, 35 E. 76th Street (corner of Madison Avenue), 212.744.1600

“Best remembered as the creator of the classic Madeline books for children, Ludwig Bemelmans once joked he’d like his tombstone to read: “Tell Them It Was Wonderful.” Well, wonderful it was, and still is, at Bemelmans Bar. Named in honor of the legendary artist, Bemelmans is a timeless New York watering hole that has drawn socialites, politicians, movie stars and moguls for more than five decades.”                  –www.


“Another round please.” I signaled the tuxedo-clad waiter with an impervious twist of my hand, the gesture undoubtedly not nearly as regal as I supposed. But then dirty martinis will do that to you. Two is really the limit even for the most dedicated of drinkers. And we’d already had three.

But this was a celebration.

And I wasn’t paying the bill. Which was just as well.

Bemelmans is my idea of heaven when it comes to a bar. Small and intimate, with killer drinks, fiery-hot toasted edamame, and folksy art that puts one in mind of a children’s storybook, it’s absolutely perfect. But you could mortgage a Park Avenue apartment and still not have enough to pay the tab — especially on a martini bender. So better that it was Althea’s headache.

I’d save mine for tomorrow.

Althea Sevalas was my friend, mentor and sometimes rival.   In truth, I’d absorbed all she had to teach me with the voracity of the young and hungry and then proceeded to go out and apply what I’d learned on my own.

Actually, I’m making it sound easier than it was. I don’t know that I’d ever have taken the leap, so to speak, if it hadn’t been for Franklin Pierpont’s tendency for dramatic scenes. Franklin is a billionaire geek with absolutely no social skills.

Althea had taken him on in a fit of absolute pity. And when his first match ended in a somewhat less than desirable way, he’d wound up standing on a ledge outside my office window – nineteen floors up. Obviously this sort behavior is not good for the matchmaking business, and Althea, who suffers from vertigo, tasked me with talking him down.

Suffice it to say that it was not one of my favorite assignments, but after showing half of Manhattan my Perele panties, and losing a Manolo to windowsill gymnastics, I managed to talk sense into the man.

Of course it didn’t hurt matters when it turned out that the policewoman who’d come to our rescue was not only a looker but the heir to a computer fortune. A definite sign from on high.   So when Althea insisted on taking credit for handling the whole fiasco, I saw the writing on the wall, and with a little help from the Pierpont – policewoman merger, I started my own agency.

Anyway, at first there’d been understandable friction between us. After all I’d walked away with all Althea’s tricks of the trade so to speak. But with a little time she’d realized that Manhattan was big enough for both of us, and albeit warily, accepted me back into her circle of friends.

She wasn’t above twisting the knife a bit now and then though. And having been invited to the wedding of the century was a coup she’d no doubt lord over me for years to come.   It was a first, and something I had to admit I aspired to achieve. Not that it was likely.

This was a one on fluke. Matchmakers simply aren’t considered wedding guest material. Too much a reminder of things best forgotten.

Which explains the reason for celebrating. And though it wasn’t really my triumph, I didn’t have a problem swizzling Bemelmans martini’s in Althea’s honor. Of course I’d brought reinforcements – my friend Cybil Baranski.

“So I heard that even though the gown cost half a million, the bride still looked like overfed farm stock.”   Cybil adjusted her Oliver Peeple’s frames and leaned forward, eyes sparkling in anticipation.

Cybil and I have been friends since Trinity and believe me her love of gossip was a well-developed art form even then. Just ask Roberta Marston the first girl in our class to go all the way.   And of course, being Cybil, she’s found a way to capitalize on her talent for digging dirt, getting paid handsomely by the Murdochs to write a syndicated international column that’s become a glitterati must read.

The bride in question is Susannah Barker, a long-shot late comer in the race to secure the hand of multimillionaire Robert Walski.   Of course she had Althea on her team, which meant the odds were upped considerably despite what the rumormongers (excluding Cybil of course) would have had one believe.

“Honey,” Althea leaned in as well, their noses almost colliding. Dirty martinis are hell on depth perception, “when you’re wearing a size twelve at your wedding – there’s just not a lot a designer can do.” We all looked down at the newspaper Althea had brought. In this case the picture was beyond words.

Judged against the ordinary world, Susannah would be considered attractive, I suppose.   But Manhattan is a sea of size twos.   I’ve always believed that the reason restaurants open and close with such velocity here is due at least in part to the fact that while most women deign to visit restaurants out of social necessity, they very seldom actually eat anything.

Anyway, suffice it to say that Susannah holds up her end in the support of Manhattan restaurants.   However, her size wasn’t the issue here. Her father’s upstate mills were. And when Baxter realized the advantages of his assets merging with hers. Well the rest is history.

But that’s what it’s all about, isn’t it? Finding someone whose social background and financial assets are equal to or enhance yours?   All this nonsense about true love and opposites attract is ridiculous at the social strata we’re discussing.   Marriage is a merger. It’s as simple as that.

Thank God, or Althea and I would be out of business.

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Fourth of July Special!

Screened in Porch

Here’s hoping you had a fabulous fourth!  I spent it with my good friend Kathleen O’Reilly and her husband.  Great food, fireworks and fabulous company!  And then spent Sunday with another great friend and his kids.  We made homemade ice cream on the screened in porch.  Just like when I was a kid.  Yum!




Anyway, wanted to take a second and let you know that ENDGAME, the first in my Last Chance Series, is currently free at most of your favorite retailers.   TheDD_Endgame_200x316 deal only lasts until July 16th, so grab it while you can!!!!

They both know the games killers play…

FBI criminal profiler Madison Harper understands dangerous minds. Tough, tenacious, with nerves of steel, she’s the best of the best. So is her new partner, Gabriel Roarke, a crack CIA operative who likes to do things his way. When the two are forced to jointly head up a task force investigating murder in high places – it’s no surprise that sparks begin to fly.

As they race through a shadow world of power, politics and deadly secrets, the passion that simmers between Madison and Gabriel soon ignites. But a clever killer at the top of his game has challenged Madison to play to the very end.  Now all she can trust is her instincts—and Gabriel, the one man reckless enough to keep her alive…

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IMG_0806And also available for a limited time only get my short novella, Escape, the fourth in the Last Chance series, for 99 cents! Only on iBooks!


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.


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.


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…


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.


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.


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.


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!



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.



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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And don’t forget:

Book One: RAISING HELL by Julie Kenner

Book Two:  HELL FIRE by Dee Davis

Book Three: SURE AS HELL  by Julie Kenner

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


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.


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.


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 One: RAISING HELL by Julie Kenner (already available)

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

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


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