Friday, June 29, 2012

Tempting Traditions...Coming Soon

Done. I've revised, re-edited, and formatted the book. I've also uploaded the formats to Amazon and B&N. So in just a few more days, Tempting Traditions will be back.  I'll also be uploading to All Romance Ebooks on Monday. Have a great weekend!
Here's a blurb to whet your whistle:

When a tried and true merger hits a few snags, only a traditional happily-ever-after will do.   
In 2647, only ten percent of the population marries, and most of those nuptials are business related. Sierra Merritt, heir to Merritt Industrial, is married to her job. She doesn’t want another “husband,” and certainly not a Tergonian Shifter. Jonathan Bain Wright III, a Tergonian shapeshifter and major shareholder in Wright Enterprises, completely agrees. Neither bride nor groom wishes to marry a partner sight unseen and think a merger should end at the business level. Unfortunately, their shareholders don’t agree. Trying to indulge in their last few days of freedom before they’re forced to meet and marry, they each visit a nightclub with pleasure in mind. But when her bridal shower and his bachelor party intersect, they find themselves naked, happy, and in each others’ arms.

When the unthinkable happens, they have to wonder. Can a shifter find a traditional happily-ever-after with a human who makes him feel what no human should?  And can said human convince him her love is real?

Warning: This title is HOT. Expect a meltdown generated by the merging of two people who need each other both in and out of the boardroom.

Thursday, June 28, 2012


Today's your last day to get Rachel's Totem for free. So if you haven't gotten it yet, hurry up. And Talson's Wait should be free for a few more days, but I'm not sure when that one is over, so don't wait.

Rachel's Totem--free deals
Talson's Wait--free deals

Wednesday, June 27, 2012


I'm LOVING this new cover for Tempting Traditions, so thought I'd share. It's for a futuristic novella which released back in 2007. I recently received my reverted rights to the story and am publishing it myself for just 99 cents. The book is already very clean (edit-wise), but I'm going over it a few more times before I re-release it (next week, latest). It's some fun in the stars with a shapeshifter, mistaken identities, and an arranged marriage. Oh, and it's reallly steamy.

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Prometheus: A Movie Review

Prometheus, a science fiction cautionary tale about being careful what you wish for, focuses on the origin of human life and what being human really means. Ridley Scott, who directed the iconic Alien back in 1979, returns to the genre that put science fiction and strong heroines on the map. 

This movie is definitely worth watching on the big screen. The special effects are dazzling, well worth watching a second or third time.

The plot is thought provoking all on its own. Who made us and why, and if given the chance, would you seek the answers to our origins? 

This is not the prequel to Alien...exactly. I can't say more without spoiling it, but the ending was terrific and really fit the movie. 

The characters had depth, which I really liked. Too often in science fiction, the movie is all about alien worlds and plot and not about character. But Noomi Rapace, Michael Fassbender, and Charlize Theron, in particular, did bang-up jobs on making the movie feel real. Prometheus wasn't so much scary as it was intriguing, with a few thrills that had me on the edge of my seat. I liked that I couldn't figure out how it would end or who, if anyone, would survive. Before I knew it, the movie had ended. I hadn't checked my watch once, and I wanted the story to continue.

So from me, Prometheus earns an A-. Well done!

Monday, June 25, 2012

The Twisted Trail

Getting lost can be its own reward. Yesterday, I went with a friend on a walk through Shevlin Park. There are several trails I'd wanted to check out, and I finally had time to do so. Except our five mile walk turned into nearly twice that due to some faulty trail side maps (or my poor sense of direction.) But instead of bemoaning our fate, my friend and I enjoyed the woods, taking in the blue sky, the cooling breeze, and the lush greenery despite the high desert. 

The quickest path between two points is a straight line, but sometimes the most enjoyable path can be a curled and twisted trail. 

When I start writing a book, I know how it begins and how it ends. I try to have a vague understanding of how the middle will play out, but more often than not the characters develop their own story as they go. I'd like to think I'm in command of my fiction, but the truth is I'm not. Whether one could attribute the confusion to the voices in my head or the creative process is up to debate. (grin) But the fact is, I've often tried to outline my work, only to have to scrap chapters or redo my efforts when the story just isn't working--because the characters don't like it. 

Sounds crazy, but I've written enough to know what works for me and what doesn't. So I look for those shortcuts which actually take me longer to travel, and in the doing, I mine creative gems amidst the journey. I'm a pantser with a dash of plotter. A storyteller who lets her fingers fly and reads whatever lands on the page. A fun and surprising way to write, for sure.

My deep thoughts on for a Monday morning. Now, time for coffee...

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

The Georgia Factor

This should not be considered the Georgia state bird, though the little bastards swarm with pride whenever I step outside. A reminder to get my butt back to Oregon, pronto.

I've had sweet tea, seen deep-fried everything, and said y'all at least five times that I know of. It's comforting and a little scary how easy it is to slip into the past.

I've had a great time seeing friends in between packing and trying to keep abreast of writing and promotions. But hey, three more days and I'm back for the Bite of Bend, one of the many festivals (of my new home town) filled with food and drink. Tick tick tick. Time to get back.

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Neck and Neck

Good news. Both Talson's Wait and Rachel's Totem are both in the top 100 free kindle romance books, with Talson's Wait pulling ahead. Yeah, like it's a neck and neck race. The futuristic versus the paranormal...who will win in the end? The readers, of course, because the books are friggin' free. I love these kinds of promotions, and I've already gotten a few emails from readers who'd never heard of me before (go figure) who now want to read more. I couldn't ask for more.

Monday, June 18, 2012

TALSON'S WAIT: More Free Books!!

Great news! I just learned that TALSON'S WAIT is also being offered for free at Amazon,Nook and Ellora's Cave. So in addition to Rachel's Totem, you can now experience the first of my Talson Temptations books.

Here's a blurb (and this is a fun one):

Free Read Special Promo for Two Weeks
Book one in the Talson Temptations series.

Domineering, dangerous and downright huge, Roarke Talson owns Jamie for the next three years. It’s 2109, and the government has found a way to deal with the national debt. Indentured service. She might have been duped into debt, but she’s not stupid. Jamie made sure to put a no-sex clause in her contract. There’s just one problem. She can’t stop thinking about her boss. Sexy and commanding, he’s the face of her ultimate fantasy, and a nightmare employer. She’s met every challenge he’s thrown at her and refuses to drop, no matter how hard he works her. 

When Jamie does the wrong thing for the right reason, she assumes Talson will throw her in jail and not think twice. In an effort to escape, she ambushes him and flees, but not before taking a kiss and a bit more from the man. 

She hadn’t counted on him getting free so quickly, that he might be half alien, or that he’d hunt her down with more than vengeance on his mind. 

Publisher’s Note: This title was previously published elsewhere and has been revised for Ellora’s Cave.

Thursday, June 14, 2012

FREE BOOK--Rachel's Totem

Samhain is offering Rachel's Totem, the first in my Cougar Falls series, for FREE!  That's right. Rachel's Totem will be free from June 15-June 28 at Amazon, B&N, iTunes and Sony. Share the news and grab the book if you haven't already.

Mountain man or mountain lion? In his case-one and the same.

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

New Release: WORKING OUT

It's finally here!  Well, mostly. B&N still has me in limbo, but Working Out is now available at Amazon and All Romance eBooks (in a variety of formats). Note: the story has a moderate element of bondage, domination and submission, be warned.



A woman with a history of picking Mr. Wrong.

A man with a powerful kink for control.

When lust turns to love, who's really on top?

Maggie Doran is off men, having gone through a string of disappointing relationships. Then like clockwork, her libido fires up over her new boss--the epitome of bad choices. The man is built like a Greek god, sexy, and has a harem of eager gym groupies willing to give him anything he wants at the drop of a hat. Yet one more Mr. Wrong to add to her list.

Mac Jameson fell in immediate lust with his newest employee the moment he laid eyes on her.  Four months later, he's still stuck in no-man's land. Maggie ignores him when she's not glaring holes through him. The woman doesn't understand he's in charge. Unfortunately for Mac, no other woman will do. But he's afraid if he does get Maggie in his clutches, she'll bolt when she realizes he's got a powerful kink for control.

Except she doesn't bolt. She wants more. But just as Mac realizes Maggie is the woman he wants forever, she gets a shot at fulfilling a lifelong dream that might take her far away. Will she leave him when he's just found her? And how could he ever think she'd love a guy like him. Mac only knows he's not giving up without a fight. He'll command and conquer her body, heart and soul. 

To read an excerpt, click here.

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Wicked Wolf Day

It's a Wicked Wolf coffee day. Ah, good times. I'm finishing up on polishing Working Out, which releases tomorrow. So how does one go about releasing a title?

1. Finish scrubbing book until it shines. Grammatical and spelling mistakes are a no-no.
2. Format book.
3. Upload book, in my case to Amazon, B&N, and All Romance Ebooks.

Sounds easy. Except every time I format a book, I seem to forget how I did it the last time. To make matters worse, I can never find the notes I made the last time, so I wouldn't have so much trouble formatting this time. I'm either an idiot or getting older. Or maybe both. So this process will take a while. Fortunately I had the cover art done a while ago in anticipation of this release, so I don't have to worry about that.

So now I'm back to work. It's 65° outside, the sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and I have Wicked Wolf. All is good...until I start formatting. gah

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Remembering the Myst

Just recently someone emailed me about Satyr's Myst, so I thought, what the heck? Why not revisit a fun, sexy book?  

Satyr's Myst was an early contemporary. I've written much more in the paranormal realm, so the break to contemporary romance is always a nice breather. 

The book follows lovers on a tropical pleasure resort. A fun trope, and it leads to some sexy hijinks one could only get away with in fiction, or in a sex resort. :)  Club Med on Spanish Fly.

The story follows a threesome. A woman who think she's too plain to snag a man. A rich playboy tired of the same old, same old. And a repressed ex cop who knows what he needs but is afraid to reach out for it. 

Satyr's Myst was one of my earlier forays into he m/m/f dynamic, and I always find it entertaining to reread. 

Here's a short blur and excerpt for you. Happy Wednesday!

When Rick is threatened and kidnapped, his saviors come in the unlikely forms of a hard ex-cop and sexy as sin therapist.  But what’s more dangerous, a stalker on the loose, or the unwelcome need to love again?

The pain pounding in Rick Hastings’s temples worsened when he tried to free his hands from the restraints binding them tightly behind him. Flat on his back, each time he moved his wrists he irritated his previously injured shoulder, and he gritted his teeth to keep from groaning aloud.
“You awake and playing possum?” The deep, gravelly -- what Rick used to think of as sexy -- voice sounded amused.

Trevor Jackson, that traitorous bastard. Not that Rick wasn’t into his fair share of kink, but he hadn’t okayed being drugged and kidnapped to God knew where. The blindfold didn’t help matters, but Rick’s sensitive nose identified the natural bougainvillea that surrounded his resort. He had to be somewhere close to Satyr’s Myst. Somewhere close, and at night or in a darkened room, because the absence of light through the blindfold made it even more difficult to see.

Rick swore, earning a husky laugh from Trevor. What is it about me that draws such deceitful people? Two months ago he’d started receiving death threats from some religious zealot demonizing both his bisexual lifestyle and his ownership of Satyr’s Myst, which was supposed to be a secluded, private pleasure resort. Two and a half years ago, the woman he’d thought was The One had walked out of his life, apparently not as comfortable with his lifestyle as she’d let on. And three years ago, Jaz, Rick’s ex-lover, a man he’d trusted with his body and his life, had nearly killed him for a priceless antique.

You’d think by now I’d have learned my lesson. Yet the bitter taste of betrayal still stung. Apparently, Rick’s position as “king of the island” wasn’t enough to prevent the dickheads of the world from taking advantage. So he would need to use his most valuable asset -- his brain -- to save his ass.

What was Trevor’s game? That remained the million-dollar question. Whatever the criminal had used to doctor Rick’s drink left one helluva hangover, and Rick could only pray he lived long enough to return the aching favor.

“Damn, Rick. It’s been eight hours already. Wake up.”

A not-so-gentle poke jarred his side, and he turned his face away onto…silk sheets?

“Hell. Might as well get it over with.” Trevor sighed, and in seconds, Rick blinked into the dim confines of his own bedroom. He glanced around. No, not his bedroom in the resort, but at his private retreat on the other side of the island. A retreat no one but a select few of his staff knew about.

“Who the hell helped you?”

Trevor rocked back on his heels, his impressive build impossible to ignore, no matter how much Rick wanted to. Giant biceps flexed as he crossed his arms over a broad, bare chest, leading Rick’s gaze up past the powerful shoulders and thick neck to his captor’s captivating face. The dark brown of Trevor’s closely cropped hair only accentuated the golden tan of his skin and made his brown eyes glisten like fine chocolate. He still wore the knee-length tan shorts he’d been wearing when they’d first met and he’d surprised Rick with a flirtatious suggestion but was now shoeless. Apparently, he’d made himself right at home.

For the life of him, Rick didn’t know why Trevor looked so familiar. He’d never seen the man before and knew it had to be the feeling of recognition that had let him lower his guards to such a degree. Then again, who could have guessed this latest visitor would turn out to be a kidnapper? He’d have to start screening his guests personally again. He sure the hell didn’t want to go through this again.

Not a slug by any means, Rick had the height but not the brawn to meet Trevor in a hand-to-hand fight, especially not with a bum shoulder weighing him down. So he needed to figure out a way out of here, if he could hold onto his temper long enough.

“You okay?” Trevor’s voice roughened with concern, but when he leaned down to touch Rick’s shoulder, Rick swore and scooted back in spite of the ache in his joint.

“Who helped you?”

Trevor sighed. “I knew you were going to be a huge pain in the ass. Any normal guy would be asking, ‘Why are you doing this?’ or ‘What do you want?’”

“Answer the f*cking question.”

“I was hired by an outside source. And if you must know, Tyrone’s been a huge help.”

“No way. I don’t believe you.” Tyrone had been with Rick since the resort’s inception. He was one of the few blatantly honest people in Rick’s life. From the get-go, Tyrone had been up front. He cared more about sex than money, and as long as Rick provided him with the resources to sate his needs, Tyrone epitomized the ideal employee, both loyal and able to handle anything thrown at him. After their first year on the island, their relationship had moved from employer and employee to that of good, solid friends. And Rick liked to think that their platonic relationship had made such a companionship possible. No sex and emotional baggage between them to muddy the waters.

“There’s no way Tyrone would help you.”

“Believe whatever you want.” Trevor shrugged. “Now, you want to lay back and relax so I can fix your cuffs? I didn’t realize you were in pain, or I would’ve tied you in front. Looks like you’re favoring that left shoulder, hmm?”

“F*ck off.”

Trevor had the gall to laugh. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He mumbled something under his breath Rick couldn’t quite make out.

“What did you say?”

“They warned me about you…” Trevor stared at him, and Rick wondered what he saw when he looked at him.

Rick had never lacked for companionship. In addition to the wealth he inherited, his blond hair and blue eyes, coupled with a tall, athletic build, put him in good stead with potential lovers. And he’d been told on more than one occasion that there was “just something about him” that screamed sexy.

Trevor, however, didn’t seem overwhelmed by Rick’s presence, or he wouldn’t be holding Rick against his will.

“You going to ransom me?”

“Nope.” Trevor grabbed a chair and pulled it up to the bed. He sat staring at Rick, to the point of making Rick, who didn’t know the meaning of the word self-conscious, uncomfortable.


“You know, there’s just something about you.”

Rick rolled his eyes and, to his surprise, pulled a grin from the rough man across from him. Something about the action pulled at his memory…

“Relax, Rick. We’re going to spend a couple of harmless days together, safe and sound. Then I’m going home, and you’ll go right back to work doing…whatever it is that you do.”

The suggestive tone set Rick’s teeth on edge, though he didn’t know why. He’d never been ashamed of running a resort catering to sexual pleasure. Nor had he regrets about his choice of lovers… Jaz “the traitor” and Elise “the heartbreaker” notwithstanding. But the speculative look on Trevor’s face seemed disapproving. And this from a man with no compunction about kidnapping.

“You know something, Trevor Jackson, or whatever-the-hell your name is? I don’t really care what you think about me or this island. I sure as hell wouldn’t have welcomed you here if I’d known this is what you’re about.” Rick gave him that polite sneer that he’d honed over a lifetime. And like those he normally aggravated with the expression, Trevor frowned in reaction.

“You don’t know what I’m about.”

“Oh, but I do.” If Rick was good at one thing, it was reading desire. “You’re a repressed *sshole who can’t understand why he likes d*ck when all his buddies drone on and on about ‘those f*cking f*gs.’ You’ve probably had to hide your desires your entire life.” A direct hit. Trevor was no longer frowning but scowling like a thundercloud. When he would have interrupted, Rick spoke over him. As stupid as it was to antagonize his captor while bound, it was too satisfying to pass up.

“You’re big, and you obviously work out. You’re into something physical. Ex-military or an ex-cop, I’d bet. And you pretty much do whatever you please. But you can’t make yourself act on what you really want. Because you’re scared.”

“Look, Hastings --”

“Scared of what you might feel, and scared of what others will say when they know you like men.”

Trevor’s face reddened, yet the flush only made him that much more appealing, much to Rick’s chagrin. To cover his unwanted attraction, he continued in the same icy vein. “It’s too bad you’re such a prude.” Rick gave him a clinical perusal. “You’re obviously good-looking. Large, muscular. Probably have a huge c**k. But you’re so repressed, it would be difficult to bring that fire --”

Cut off by the giant male now covering him like a blanket, Rick whooshed out a breath, only to have Trevor suck it in with his hard mouth.

Satyr's Myst by Marie Harte

Monday, June 4, 2012

When Will It (Gay) Hit Mainstream?

I remember when interracial relationships in books were taboo. Heck, in some parts of the country this is still the case in real life. But gradually awareness has grown and bigotry is fading--not gone yet, because unfortunately people can be morons. Society's tolerance for relationships outside the "norm" has grown. And by norm, I think of one male and one female of the same race in a relationship leading to marriage. Interracial is now accepted, and gay as well. Mostly. Depending on where you live. Kind of.

Sigh. So many qualifiers...

Why is it I'm still not seeing those books entering the mainstream? Perhaps when every state can wise up and legally okay gay marriage, will I see it then? Is that what it will take for large publishers to include gay romance as a fully fledged and acknowledged genre? Curious.

In a time when groups boycott JC Penny ads for daring to show happy same-sex couples in advertising, I don't get the sense that the Big 6 publishers are yet ready to see two men or two women on the cover of a book. Small presses and electronic presses don't have those same concerns. They put erotic romance on the map by publishing what readers wanted to read. Low and behold, New York picked up on the popularity and enfolded erotic romance into its midst.

The discussion about what publishers will buy is a lot like the chicken and the egg concept. Publishers claim they buy what the public wants to read, because who the heck wants to buy material that won't sell? A valid point. Yet many readers complain that the publishers push what they--the publishers--consider sell-able, not necessarily what readers want. That the readers are force-fed trends according to what sold last month. And to an extent, readers are right.

I can't tell you how many times I've heard of editors looking for another Hunger Games or Twilight or vampire romance. Another book right along the lines of what's already out there. Sure they want to cash in on what's marketable, but in that way they're forcing readers to read the same type of material all over again instead of introducing something new. I think particular books work so well because at the time they're released, there's nothing quite like them out there.

Which brings me back to gay romance. Why have mainstream publishing houses not leaped on this bandwagon yet? M/m erotic romance in particular has a huge following. It's niche, yes, but m/m fans are some of the most loyal out there, maybe because it's not that easy to find good m/m (or f/f) romance. And if you look at a lot of the popular and bestselling books on many distributors, most of the top sellers are gay romance. (Take a look at All Romance eBook's bestsellers.)

To say that many women don't like two men touching is crap, plain and simple. Look at the huge popularity of ménage romances. It used to be that the men only concentrated on the woman in the relationship, but more and more the ménage is a true threesome where everyone touches everyone. (My personal preference.)

I'm just wondering what it will take, and if it we'll ever see actual romances from the big six that involve gay characters as leads. I do know Suzanne Brockman had a gay character she carried through a few of her books, and whom I believe had his own story. But other than her, I don't know of any commercial romance with gay leads. Is homophobia still that rampant, even in such a progressive city like New York? Inquiring minds want to know...