#TakeaPeek ~ Sexy Suitors from Space by Paisley Brown #Giveaway #Sci-Fi #Menage

Sexy Suitors from Space

By Paisley Brown

ISBN: 978-0-9919320-6-1

PB-SSFS-432x648A vacation to the far North…

Heather is gifted a week away at a resort in the Arctic Circle by her grandmother, a chance to finally move on after finding her fiancé in bed with another woman.

With two Nordic hunks to keep her company…

The two sexy studs make is easy to get over her failed relationship. That is, until they tell her their secret.

Are the two men really extraterrestrials or just a fantasy created by her lonely soul?


Caution: Includes alien probing, anal sex, and a hot MFM ménage.

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My breath caught as he moved over me, pinning me to the bed. “You sure don’t make this easy.”

“And neither do you. Just take me already.” How much easier could I get?

“Fuck.” He flopped onto his side and yanked me against him, my back to his chest, his cock resting between the cheeks of my ass. After lifting my leg and settling it over his, he drew a finger along my pussy. “This is all I can give you right now.”

I’d take whatever he was willing to give, hoping his limits changed the longer we spent in bed.

Alek rubbed along my opening and circled my clit. Heat pooled low in my belly, and I gripped the sheets. One way or the other, I planned to have his dick buried deep inside me.

He kissed my neck, grinding against my ass. Close to penetration, but not close enough. In desperation, I slid my hand between my legs and guided his shaft to my pussy.

As if on fire, he jerked away. “Dammit, Heather, why did you do that?”

“Because I want you to fuck me. How much more obvious can I make it?” Was the guy really so clueless?

“I can’t. How I wish I could, but I promised Erich—”

“Promised him what? If it involves me, I deserve to know.”

“You will find out soon enough.” He sat up, letting his gaze travel across the bed, avoiding a glance in my direction. “Until then, you will just have to be satisfied with what I can do.”

“And what exactly does that mean?” Was there a promise of something more?

“This.” He laid me onto my back again and knelt between my spread legs, sinking two fingers deep inside me. Not his cock, but definitely better than nothing. Leaning down, he flicked his tongue against my clit. I drew in a much-needed breath, feeling more alive than I had in a long time. Alek’s thick, talented fingers sent me rushing toward my pending rapture. Waves of anticipation rippled through me. Such erotic torture.


I’m happily married with a naughty imagination. Sometimes all it takes is a whispered word or a sexy picture to inspire my next tale. My erotica stories may be contemporary, sci-fi, or paranormal, but all of them will leave you wet and panting for more. I also write science fiction romance as Jessica E. Subject.

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#MeetandGreetMonday with Ruchi Vasudeva #Romance #Harlequin @Ruchi_Vasudeva


Good morning. It’s Meet and Greet Monday!  

With us today is Romance Author, Ruchi Vasudeva.

 Welcome, Ruchi!

- Thank you, Kacey! It’s a pleasure being hosted on your blog.

What’s the most exciting thing that has happened in 2014 so far?
Writing wise I’m excited about a lot of things. I’m working on a new project with a new editor. I’ve subbed a new partial in a novel setting about a hero, who is more dom than the ones I write usually. But the most exciting thing this year has to be the release of my book by Harlequin E. That’s my debut book, Bollywood Fiancé For A Day. It has a new cover and will be out in America come June 2nd!

Tell us, what’s the first thought that comes to your head when you read the following words…
Romance…timeless, can feel overhyped but is all too tangible and needed in life on daily basis.

Winter…hot coffee! Historical romances…Basking in the sun, unshelling and munching peanuts…that’s what we do in Punjab J

Vacation…sorely needed! We usually go to hill stations in summer, so…mountains and time with family.

The 90s…well, I was in med school then, so drowning in studies, tea in gallons and sometimes bunking classes for movies…!

The Walking Dead…ugh! That’s all I can say. Though I used to do a mean zombie dance to get kids in splits when they were younger *g*

What three words best describe you?
Hmm…forgetful, dedicated, fingers in too many pies! ;)

What is the most devilish thing you’ve ever done?
The fact that I took up romance writing though I belong to a family with a very conservative mindset would be it. Otherwise in pranks, I’m mostly the victim than the instigator!

What is your favorite junk food?
All junk food is my favourite. (Hope kids don’t hear this after the lectures I give them about eating healthy.) If I had to pick one, then double cheese pizza would top the list.

What is your favorite meal that you wish you could eat at least three times a week?
Red beans and rice, cooked the Punjabi way. Here’s a pic, courtesy flickr.com
bean picIf we were to come over to your house for dinner, what dish would you make us?
If you’d like to eat Indian, then poori chana that is spicy gram curry and puffed flour roll outs, see the pic below poorichanapic

What do you like to do for fun and relax?
Spend time with my kids. Watch movies with them and hubby or just go for walks and talk.

What are you a collector of?
Books, I guess. Also clothes and shoes. Anything with sentimental value. I hoard a lot on kids’ old drawings and craftwork, the clothes they grow out of, greeting cards, things like that. That’s one reason I find hard to find storage space in the house.

What is your favorite TV Show?
Hindi: Mahabharat. It’s an awesome show with fabulous costumes and sets, depicting the epic in a grand way with emphasis on characterisation that appeals to the writer in me. http://www.startv.in/show/mahabharat-promos-videos/558/2
And among the English language shows, I love to watch Boston Legal. It’s fast, tentacled to the current world and laced with gutty humor.

Have you read any books that have made you cry?  
I do cry a lot when I get to the angsty part in romance or in fact in any fiction novel or even in films. I cried reading Penny Jordan’s swan song A Secret Disgrace. I read it twice and cried both times. I cry while writing the angsty part in my books too.

Where have you traveled that you’d love to return? What made it so special the first time?
Kashmir because it’s so beautiful you can’t get enough of it!  kashmir

How many speeding tickets have you ever had?
None. I don’t drive a car, only two wheeler. I’m no speed freak.

What is your least favorite household chore?
Cleaning. *sigh*.

Who are some of your favorite authors?
There are so many in the romance genre I can’t possible name them all. Michelle Conder, Trish Wylie, Penny Jordan…are a few. In other genres, I love Georgette Heyer’s historical and whodunits both. And speaking of whodunits, Agatha Christie is an evergreen favourite. I also love P. G. Wodehouse’s humorous writing and Erle Stanley Gardner’s nippy lawyer and Sidney Sheldon’s unputdownables.

Who is your celebrity crush?
Tom Cruise. Going to base a hero on him soon.

Tell us about your big break in the publishing world. Was there any one person believe in your work first (besides yourself of course)? What did you do to celebrate your first DSC_0026contract?
The opportunity to get published came my way when I won the Passions contest hosted by Harlequin for Indian authors every year in December. I won in the third season. One of the prizes was a chance to work with a Mills and Boon editor and hone a novel for publication. Mine was accepted and a fabulous two book deal was a dream come true.

My family especially my daughter and my writing group has been immeasurably supportive. Julia Broadbooks, Alyssa Fox, Doris O’ Connor, Raven McAllan, Jorja Lovett, Cherie Nicholls, Kiru Taye and in fact everyone in my group helped me when I first shaped this story. Couldn’t have got it into print without them.

To celebrate getting published, I and my family went out for a lovely dinner. That was after I had calmed down enough to share the news, lol! It was beyond thrilling to nail that contract.

Did you always want to be an author?
Growing up it was a toss-up between being a doctor and an author. Writing isn’t really perceived as a career and in those days it was even less so. Luckily I made it to medical. Once that career was underway, writing kept pulling at me until finally I gave in and began to really give it a shot.

No matter the story, where do you always draw inspiration from when you begin each story?
Nothing is charted out for when a new idea will grab you strongly enough. I don’t draw inspiration as much as it just pops into my mind. While writing my second book, You Can’t Fight A Royal Attraction, I was reading a news item about a vintage car rally when the idea of the story just rolled out and the premise I had been puzzled about began to take shape. So nobody can tell when or where inspiration will hit. I say keep your eyes and ears always open :)

What do you find most challenging about writing?
Everything. That’s also the fun of it. Taking an idea and shaping it into logic. Researching. Trying to plot the story. Then writing and finding it was going off in another direction altogether. Then the sagging middle when you lose sight of the conflict. Writing the end, trying to make it really punchy. .Last but not least, trying for publication, editing, marketing. Every step has its own set of troubles and is challenging in a different way.

What is your one pet peeve about the writing business?
Marketing, that nowadays has fallen a big way to authors. We shouldn’t have to do that.


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Blurb of Bollywood Fiance For A Day

HARLEQUINe_0614_9781460333013_BollywoodFianceForADayWinning the chance to meet the ultimate Bollywood heart-throb, Zaheer Saxena, is just what Vishakha needs to take her mind off her recent humiliation—being jilted the week before her wedding! And when gorgeous Zaheer offers to be her fake fiancé, the chance to save face with her family is just too tempting…

It’s a deal that  benefits them both—Zaheer is warding off any unwanted female attention until his next film is finished—but can Vishakha trust herself not to hope that her dream fiancé for a day could turn into for ever?



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#ThursdayThirteen… #PrankMe #ComingSoon #EllorasCave


Today’s 13 is from my upcoming release, PRANK ME! Releases April 30 at Ellora’s Cave

From zero to sixty … no amount of braking will stop this crash course with love.

Excerpt © Kacey Hammell, 2014:

Strains of a bass guitar filled the room and vibrated to her soul, begging her to succumb to the seductive rhythm.

Hips bumping from side to side, the beat of the music thumped in time with her heart. Standing tall, legs spread parallel to her shoulders, she let her body move.

“Holy hell,” he mouthed, perching to the edge of his seat and gripping the low arms of the chair.

Yes, she had him now. Lark inched toward him. Uninhibited and enjoying the moment, she swiveled in time to the music and kept her sights locked on him. Her back arched as her body moved.

She loved men. Loved being sexy and free to do what she wanted. It was thrilling and intoxicating to put herself out there for a man to lust after.

Sex—or sexy dancing in this case—was fun, wild and could be as down and dirty as consenting adults wanted it to be. And she loved sex.



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#Interview with @LaynaPimentel #NSFW #Excerpt #Romance #Giveaway


Describe a typical day in the life of Layna Pimentel.
I get up every day at 5:30 and head to work. After that, I normally get supper ready, and after that’s done do I get to write/edit/read.

What is your favorite junk food?
I love chips, but I’m deeply fond of Belgian truffles and anything coated in caramel.

What do you like to do for fun and relax?
If reading is absolutely out of the question, I enjoy hiking.

If we were to come over to your house for dinner, what dish would you make us?
My husband would probably take over the task as he’d like to show off his mad skills. I suspect he’d put a roast on a spit, grill some veggies, and perhaps a pilaf of sorts.

Who is your celebrity crush?
Hmm…I have so many, but I suppose if I had to stick to only one I’d pick Gerard Butler.

What three words would your family use to describe you?
Loud, wino (‘cuz I love my wine), and persistent.

Who are some of your favorite authors?
I have too many, but to rhyme off a few names who inspired me to write are: Julie Garwood, Lisa Kleypas, Christina Dodd, Kelley Armstrong, Sherrilyn Kenyon, and Cherise Sinclair.

If you had the chance to meet one author – past or present – who would it be? Why?
Christina Dodd. Ever since watching her presentation online at a national conference a few years back, I’ve always wanted meet her. Weird I know. There’s so many people I wish I could meet, but I’d probably faint within a few yards of them.

Writing can be a crazy business. How do you stay positive within the craziness?
I like to keep realistic about things. Being a subjective business and all, I remind myself that you can’t take things too personal or seriously.

Did you always want to be an author?
In one form or another I suppose. I originally started out writing poetry, so who knew that I’d end up writing erotic romantic fiction ten years later.

No matter the story, where do you always draw inspiration from when you begin each story?
Music. My mood seems to swing with what I listen to, which then in turn works its way into my fiction.

What do you find most challenging about writing?
Translating the perfect scene in your head onto paper has got to be the biggest challenge of them all. If often worry if readers are getting the scene the same way I intended.




asinfuleducation_medLord Charles Avonlea has evaded marriage over the last year, but his mother is determined to find him a wife. Far from consenting to any of her choices, he sets his sights on the one woman unavailable to him, his best friend’s younger sister. With no regard for the law or her impending nuptials, he is determined to make Lady Emily Thompson his bride. The only trouble is, he’s stumbled upon dangerous information and hopes he can get to her before it’s too late.

Stunned and dismayed at discovering the arrangement between her mother and the Duke of Downsbury, Lady Emily Thompson searches for a way to break the marriage pact with the duke. She longs to be with the only man who indulges her curiosity, yet finds herself in the middle of a scandal that will crush her dreams forever.

Will she find a way out of marrying the duke, or will she find herself in the same predicament at the previous duchess? Which was dead.


Excerpt (NSFW):

How would he perceive her after tonight? Would he deem her the most incorrigible female ever bestowed upon London? Or, would he call her a minx and throw her out of his room? Her only desire was to learn, to educate herself in the ways of pleasure for when her time came to be a wife. To become a wife in name was not an option, nor did she want to play second fiddle to another woman. Yet, the truth be told, Emily desired to get closer with the earl.

Suddenly, the image forever engrained upon her mind of a woman’s mouth wrapped around a manhood seemed more of a challenge. The kind of challenge that would certainly scandalize any respectable female. But she desired to know the intricacies of said intimate moments. Perhaps Charles would find it as pleasurable. Emily shook her head and pulled off her covers.

She rose from the bed and put on her slippers and robe. Using the utmost discretion, she opted to leave behind the candlestick and left her room in the dark, knowing all too well it was only the two of them in this side of the house.

Emily gently closed her chamber door and swept down the hall, pausing outside of his room. The glow of the fireplace danced across the floor under the door, but all was silent. Perhaps he was reading from the privacy of the curtained platform bed or standing in the window, basking in the view the west side of the manor offered.

She quietly opened his door and closed it behind her.

No one stirred, nor made a sound.

She took a step forward, parting her lips to call for him.

A soft moan caught her attention and uncertainty crept up her spine. She should not have proceeded, but went on to appease her curiosity. Stealing further into the room, she paused in the corner.

She caught sight of his lordship through the break of the curtains. Charles’ eyes were closed, chest exposed as his hand moved beneath the sheet barely covering his waist.

Lord, he’s a sight to watch, but what exactly is he doing?

Emily moved closer, but could not make head or tails of his motions. That is, until he called out, “Emily.”

He moaned then kicked off his sheets.

Good heavens, the sight of him was impressive. Dark, curly hair dusted his chest. His muscles so refined that the creases begged her to touch them. Dampness settled between her thighs again. What the hell is wrong with me? Did he just moan out my name?

She could see clearly now as he stroked his manhood.

Emily gasped and stepped back, bumping into a chair. Drats!

Avonlea opened his eyes.

She lost all sense of what she had stumbled upon. She should not have been there, no matter how glorious or how beautiful he looked with his eyes closed, or how impressive his body appeared. She would land straight in purgatory for this sin and many others, but she stood at the edge of the platform still.



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Born and raised in Toronto, Ontario, Layna discovered her love of reading at an early age. When she isn’t devouring salacious romance novels or writing, she enjoys losing herself in researching ancient history and mythology, weaponry, and hiking. She lives in Northern Ontario, with her husband and two daughters.

Layna is a member of the Romance Writers of America, and is a monthly contributor at 69 Shades of Smut. For updates on her upcoming releases, or to leave her a comment, you can find at:

Website: www.laynapimentel.com

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#MeetandGreetMonday with Victoria Allen #Romance @authorvictoria


Good morning. It’s Meet and Greet Monday!

With us today is Romance Author, Victoria Allen.

Welcome, Victoria!


Tell us, what’s the first thought that comes to your head when you read the following words …
Romance … lasts – romance can take many forms, but if it’s always there, there’s always love.
Spring … renewal, freshness, light
The 80s … family time – kids growing up
Karma … can bite you in the rear so watch it! *g*
Iron Man … whew! Hot!

Tell us a bit about yourself. Where do you live, do you have a significant other, any young ones running around?
I live in south-central Pennsylvania, less than a hundred miles from where my ancestors settled here in 1741. I’ve been married for forty years to a wonderful guy (yes, I’m older than dirt) and we’ve raised four wonderful kids who are scattered to the four corners of the nation (PA, WA, FLA, TX). We now live with our eldest in a three-generation house so, yes, little ones running around. It makes for interesting times – and story fodder! *g*

What is the most devilish thing you’ve ever done?
Oh my… hmmm…. Probably calling my sister in Minnesota one time and asking her what she was making for dinner. When she told me, I jokingly said “I’ll be right over” – which we do a lot with each other – then I knocked on her door. (a surprise visit arranged with her husband). Her shock was hilarious.

 Name one quirk you have.
I’m almost obsessively organized with my books – catalogued, arranged by subject/author (yes, I have a library science degree! LOL)

What is your favorite junk food?
Homemade potato chips. So much better than store bought.

What is your favorite meal that you wish you could eat at least three times a week?
Grilled lobster/scallops with seared potatoes and zucchini/greenbean/carrot mix. Yum.

What five items do you take everywhere with you – besides cell phone, keys and purse/wallet?
A small set of screwdrivers, blade and tape measure (small toolkit), inhaler, calendar, sewing kit, snacks.

If we were to come over to your house for dinner, what dish would you make us?
Depends on whether you’re gluten intolerant. Either a pasta dish like seafood fettucini or lasagna, or go grilling with veggies, chicken, potatoes.

What is your favorite TV Show?
Split between Once Upon a Time and NCIS. Or Dr. Who…. *g*

Have you ever thrown a book you’ve been reading against the wall because you couldn’t finish it?
Yep. Several times.

What three words best describe you?
Steady, reliable, responsible.

Where have you traveled that you’d love to return? What made it so special the first time?
Washington state last year to see my youngest get married. Would love to go back to see more of that amazing state.

If you were given an all-expense paid, five day/night trip to anywhere, where would you go?
Hilo Hawaii. Have never been there and would love to see it.

Who are some of your favorite authors?
Sandra Hill, Tracy Madison, Linnea Sinclair, David Eddings, so many more…

Who/What are you currently reading?
Sandra Hill’s “Snow on the Bayou” (to be pubbed Aug 2014)

Did you always want to be an author?
Yep. From the time I could hold a crayon in my stubby fingers.

What do you find most challenging about writing?
Finding time. Always have ideas, always have characters… but time? That’s the challenge.

No matter the story, where do you always draw inspiration from when you begin each story?
Anywhere and everywhere. Just look around and ask “What if…?” Life is my inspiration. It can be something as simple as a line in a news story, something heard on the street, a dream, the grandkids imagination…


 Coming and Going:

I am one of those fortunate people who gets to enjoy all aspects of the publishing world. First, I’m a writer. I get to create characters, worlds, situations and form them into a coherent story that, hopefully, others enjoy.

In addition to this, I’m also an editor for an online publisher (no, I do not acquire, so please don’t ask! LOL). But I get to spend my days helping others make their stories marketable. And then I work part time at a bookstore. So I get to help readers find that one gem that fits them to a tee.

All this allows me to see into the publishing world with a finer perspective than most writers because I can see what’s coming out and what people are buying. Does it give me a leg up with my own stuff? Nope. I wish it did. Basically all this knowledge comes down to the same old thing: write the best story you can. Do that, and it will sell.



From “The Emerald Key” available from Liquid Silver Books, Barnes & Noble, and Amazon



TheEmeraldKey_VickyBurkholder_600x800For centuries, four women have held the keys to Lemuria, a land where magic is the norm. They and their protectors are all that stand against The Brotherhood, a group of exiles who want nothing more than to go back, and control Lemuria and the gateway.

Cassandra Richards, keeper of the emerald key has grown up knowing about her powers but not about the amulet she wears or why it is suddenly so important. Stalked, kidnapped and threatened with a horrible death, she must turn to the one man who scares her more than the Brotherhood. They’ll just take her body. Nicodemus will take her soul.

Nic wants nothing more than to protect Cass but he can’t do that if she won’t let him. Nor can he deny the pull she has over him, but he’s not sure if he’s under a witch’s spell, or something deeper. Both Nic and Cass struggle to deal with their powers and their attraction while on the run from a stalker with murderous intent.

Bound through time to protect the key to magic, Nic and Cass discover that true power lies not in control, but in the magic of love.






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#TakeaPeek ~ His Alien Virgin by Jessica E Subject #Tour #Giveaway @JSubject

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His Alien Virgin

A 1Night Stand story

By Jessica E. Subject

New Adult Erotic Sci-Fi Romance

ISBN: 978-1-61333-680-9

HisAlienVirgin_300She is desperately seeking freedom…

On the eve before her twenty-first birthday, Skylar steals a ship and escapes from the planet Rebed. She refuses to be another wife for the slimy space pirate that is her betrothed. After hearing of her brothers’ success, she applies to the 1Night Stand service on her way to Earth, hoping Madame Eve can find her a hero, to make her feel special, even if for only one night.

He is trying to fit in…

A longtime friend to Skylar’s brothers, he’s always relegated her to the look and don’t touch category. Though, Daran traveled to Earth years ago, he still struggles to fit in on the planet. When his boss suggests a blind date, he reluctantly agrees. What would happen if anyone found out about his alien ancestry?

And they are not at all meant to be together…

Has Madame Eve made a huge mistake, or will Daran tread into forbidden territory to be with the one woman he’s always wanted, and become the hero Skylar craves?

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His evening was supposed to be fun and exciting. Not filled with the worry of his companion learning of his extraterrestrial origins, or of her outing him to the world. He’d kept his hair short, to hide the feathers that grew in when his locks reached a certain length. And, each morning, he covered his exposed skin with waterproof foundation to conceal the blue tinge of his skin. But, as soon as he removed his clothing later in the night, his façade would end. He wouldn’t be able to hide his differences. Unless we stay in this part of the hotel all night. The dim lighting would make his skin color less obvious.

Perfect! He stood, his muscles finally relaxing, the tension melting away. Circling the room, he blew out every third candle. Just to be sure. In the morning, his one-night lover would leave, never knowing she’d had sex with an alien.

Daran returned to his chair, leaning back, hands behind his head. Or, if he was really lucky, he’d find an Earth woman who considered extraterrestrials to be sexy.

The door to the observatory rattled and he jumped to his feet, brushing sweaty palms across his pants. Heart pounding, he glanced up at the sky. Gods, please let this evening work out.

With a burst of light, the door opened. A woman stepped through, her long, lean body hidden in shadows. Clutching his fingers behind his back, he waited for her to move closer, needing to see her better.

A strange tingling filled him. Not good. Something’s wrong. He swallowed the sudden lump in his throat. I should never have agreed to this. Trying to step back, he stumbled when the message didn’t reach his feet.

His date drew nearer, her appearance becoming more defined. A silver dress hugged her body, both protecting and giving a hint of the delicious treat inside. The candlelight reflected off her wide eyes, leaving them glowing like sapphires. With most of her hair pulled back, the remaining long blue tendrils framed her face and highlighted her matching lips. But her radiant, mesmerizing eyes sparked his recognition. He knew her. His stomach sank along with all hopes for the evening.

“Oh, fuck.”

Of all the women on Earth—hell, in the universe—for him to be set up with, Madame Eve had to pick the one lover he could never have.


Jessica E. Subject is the author of contemporary and science fiction romance, ranging Jessica E. Subjectfrom sweet to erotica. In her stories, you could meet clones, or a sexy alien or two. You may even be transported to another planet for a romantic rendezvous. And if you’re looking for something really steamy, check out her erotica stories written as Paisley Brown.

When Jessica isn’t reading, writing, or doing dreaded housework, she likes to get out and walk. Fast. But she just may slow down if there is a waterfall nearby.

Jessica lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and two energetic children. And she loves to hear from her readers. You can find her at jessicasubject.com and on twitter @jsubject.

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#TakeAPeek at the Angels of Affection Series by @CarlyFall1 #Romance


Today I’m happy to welcome Carly Fall and the first two books of her brand new series, the Angels of Affection! Please read about the books and don’t forget to enter her awesome giveaway!


After police officer Jeff Waters’ wife leaves him, a darkness descends over him, causing anger and hate to to rage within. His self-control is tested both on and off the job, putting his life, as well as the lives of others, in jeopardy.

Liam and Adela, two former Angels of Death, have been reluctantly transformed into Angels of Affection – those angels who help humans fall in love – to assist in the war against the hate taking over Earth and the self-destructive nature of humans.

Their first assignment: helping Jeff Waters find love and saving him from the darkness threatening to overtake him.



The next assignment for Angels of Affection, Liam and Adela, takes Forgiven final coverthem to snowy Lake Tahoe, California. As they search for the next people they are to help fall in love, they are told they will be receiving some assistance from a third angel.

Adela believes she has found their next mission as she watches an argument between a man and woman in the cabin across the way. As Liam and Adela work to bring the couple back together, a series of dramatic events tears the angels apart, and sends Liam to Eternity—a place with no beginning and no end.

As Liam’s past and present collide and Adela struggles on Earth with the fallout from the events, it becomes very apparent that things aren’t always what they seem, and sometimes an angel needs to realize the answers are right in front of him.


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Excerpt © 2014 by Carly Fall
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As Adela and Liam flew through time and space, Jeff Waters sat in the psychiatrist’s office on Earth. He had just completed his shift and was now fulfilling his mandatory counseling. Jeff’s wife, Sara, left him four months ago for another man, and he was having issues. Actually, he was depressed as hell, and those “issues” and anger consumed him. His shift in behavior had caught the eye of his superiors. It was one thing to be angry; it was another to be an angry police officer.

One of the people he ticketed the other day called in not to complain about the ticket, but about Jeff’s rude demeanor. His captain had summoned him into the office to discuss it, as well as talk about how bad Jeff looked and ask if he was sleeping. He had demanded that Jeff started seeing the department psychiatrist to help get a handle on the issues.

Or issue. The only issue was his wife running off on him. God, he wanted to hate her, but he couldn’t. He still loved her. The pain lancing through him overshadowed any hate he could muster up.

As he sat in the psychiatrist’s waiting room, he thought about his recent shift and was happy it had been steady and nothing too dangerous: a couple of accidents, a stolen car, and a drunk and disorderly who became very cooperative once Jeff rolled up on the scene.

“Come in, Jeff,” the shrink said. The guy was such a stereotype, with his glasses, salt-and-pepper hair, and mustache. “I’m Dr. Fitzgerald.”

Jeff shook his hand and moved past him into the office. It was small, maybe about fifteen feet by fifteen feet. The walls were painted a creamy white, and two dark green La-Z-Boy chairs sat in the middle of the room. Jeff’s shoes clacked on the hardwood floor, and he noted the wall of diplomas the good doctor had earned.

Jeff stood in the middle of the room. “Which chair do you want me in?” he asked.

“Which chair would you like?”

Jeff felt the anger within him come to a slow boil. Not only did the guy look the part of psychiatrist, but he acted it by answering a question with a question.

“Just tell me where to sit, okay?” Jeff said.

“You can take the one on the left.”

Jeff sat down and leaned his head back against the soft leather, closing his eyes. He was tired.

“So, your captain said that you’re having some trouble, Jeff. Tell me about it.”

Jeff opened his eyes and shrugged. “Not much to tell. My wife left me for another guy. I’m depressed and pissed off. That about sums it up.”

“How did you meet her?”

Jeff sighed.

Jeff had met Sara when he stopped at a downtown diner for a quick bite to eat during his shift. He usually worked the east side of Phoenix, Arizona, but that day he had been assigned to the west.

The day had been hot, and he had an urge for a good, old-fashioned chocolate milkshake. He had spotted the small diner nestled into a row of shops and immediately pulled over. The outside of the building looked as if it hadn’t been updated since the 60s or 70s, and he hoped the inside was the same.

As he walked into the small building, he let his eyes adjust from the sunlight. There were a handful of people in the diner, but no one paid him any attention. He slid into a stool at the counter, the blue vinyl creaking under his weight. He was pleased to see that the interior looked like something out of a classical magazine. Black-and-white pictures of the icons of the fifties—Marilyn Monroe, James Dean, Elvis, and a few faces he couldn’t quite place—decorated the walls. There was a black-and-white tiled floor, and the booths and chairs were a light sky-blue vinyl. Buddy Holly’s “Peggy Sue” floated from the silver jukebox in the corner.

Sara came out of the back carrying a piece of pie and a cup of coffee for another patron.

“I’ll be with you in a minute,” she had said to him with a smile. He noted her blue fifties-style uniform hugging her slight curves, and although she wasn’t the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, there was something about her that he was immediately attracted to.

And she made a mean chocolate milkshake.

As they chitchatted, Jeff was already making plans to come back again the next day.

And he had.

“In fact,” Jeff said, “I gained five pounds before I got up the nerve to ask her out.”

Dr. Fitzgerald smiled. “Go on.”

They dated six months, and at age twenty-eight, he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.

They went through the same trials and tribulations all newlyweds went through, and the first year was hard. It took a lot of getting used to living with one another, and she yelled at him about whiskers left in the sink after shaving, and he got irritated with her nit-picking about putting his dirty clothes in the laundry basket. After the first year, they seemed to settle into a groove and the bickering stopped. They were a good pair and lived another year in relative happiness.

“So what happened, Jeff?”

“Things changed.”

He noticed a slight shift in Sara after she’d decided to go back to school. They had discussed it at great length, and at thirty years old, Sara was ready to go back to college and find out what she wanted to do with her life. She’d attended a community college in her early twenties but never received a degree.

“She was tired of waitressing and felt like her life was slipping away,” Jeff said.

“And how did you feel about that?”

“I supported it. I always knew I wanted to be a cop—there was nothing else. Some people take time to find out what they want to be when they grow up.”

“Very true,” Dr. Fitzgerald said. “Did she keep her job?”

Jeff nodded. “I told her she didn’t need to. Things would be tight, but we could make it.”

“Please continue.”

Six months after Sara started school, she began to stay late to study. Jeff noticed she seemed to take a little longer to get ready in the morning and wore a little more makeup than she usually did to work.

“She’d start work at six at the diner, head to school for her three o’clock class, and then sometimes I wouldn’t see her until midnight.”

“Long days.”

“Yeah, except she wasn’t studying English or accounting like she said she was.”


“No. She was studying human sexuality with some douchebag named Phillip.”

“I see. And how did you find that out, Jeff?”

Jeff rubbed his forehead feeling a headache coming on.


The visions exploded behind his eyes, and he tried to push them away. He didn’t want to talk about it, didn’t want to think about it.

“Jeff, would you like to continue next time?”

Exhaustion overtook him, and he nodded. “Yeah. I’ll tell you the rest next time.”

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