Her Master Protector By Sandra S. Kerns

Blog Diva - Saturday, October 24, 2015

Cocoa Beach is about to become front page news!

Brooke Collins loves being an ER nurse. Even more since moving to Cocoa Beach, Florida. The fast pace and intense concentration keep her from thinking about past mistakes. Until Detective Manus Laughlin walks into her ER to protect a witness. The pompous detective is as stubborn and unyielding as he was when he arrested her sister.

Manus Laughlin finds Brooke Collins caring for his witness. Unfortunately, that pulls her into the mess he’s investigating. That means keeping his distance from the tempting nurse isn’t an option. Her feisty attitude is appealing and dangerous for both her safety and his sanity. He might survive the case, but keeping his heart safe is another story. Read More

Fire & Ice By Mary Connealy

Blog Diva - Saturday, October 17, 2015

Bailey Wilde is the oldest sister--and the one who takes care of everyone else in her family. But after her sisters marry and move away, her little homestead becomes bleak and lonely, especially during the long winter months. In a moment of weakness, Bailey agrees to a wild plan concocted by her neighbor, Gage Coulter.

Gage is an honest man, but he didn’t make his fortune by being weak. He won’t break the law, but he’ll push as hard as he can within it. Five thousand acres of excellent grazing land is lost to him because Bailey’s homestead is located right across the entrance to a canyon full of lush grass. Gage has to regain access to this land--and he’s got to go through Bailey to do it. So he makes a proposal...

Can these two independent, life-toughened homesteaders finally loosen up enough to earn each other’s respect--and maybe find love in the process? Read More


Blog Diva - Saturday, October 03, 2015

He stepped forward, but hesitated to touch her. Instead, he pushed down on the bumper to make his car bounce slightly beneath her. “Hey! What are you doing in here?”
Her eyes opened, light blue and eerily familiar, they focused on his face, rounded in surprise. “Oh!” She scrambled into a sitting position and used her arms and legs to push herself into a corner.

He stepped back, not wanting to terrorize her. “Who are you? What are you doing in here?”

“Oh, shit.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Get out of my car.”

She looked around, looked at him, took in the rows of neatly organized camping gear lining the shelves on the wall. Two bicycles and a motorcycle were parked in the garage space to her right. A rake, shovel and broom were hung up by pegs on the wall to her left. He wanted her out, and she appeared to be taking inventory. What was she looking for?

“Get. Out.”

She looked straight at him. “I’m a time traveler.”

“Not funny. Just get out of the car.”

She moaned and wrapped her hands around the sides of her neck, clearly upset. “Look. I’m sorry, Luke. That came out wrong. I know this sounds totally crazy, but you have to listen to me.”

“How do you know my name? Have you been following me?”

“Ummm, yeah. But I swear it’s not what you think. I’m not some crazy stalker. Uh, well, I guess I was, technically, stalking you today. But I don’t normally do that.” Read More

Rose By Vanessa Vale

Blog Diva - Wednesday, September 30, 2015

The kitchen at six in the morning was akin to what I remembered of busy Chicago intersections—crowded, loud and slightly dangerous. With ten women in the house, there was never quiet, never any peace. It was the same, day in and day out. Dahlia bickered with Miss Esther about how the bacon should be cooked. Poppy stood behind Lily and styled her blond hair in another inventive creation. Marigold set the table with a loud clatter of dishes, eager for her meal. Hyacinth sat at the large table humming placidly to herself as she sewed on a button. Iris and Daisy were most likely still asleep or at least taking their time in dressing as to avoid morning chores. I paused and watched the hubbub, shaking my head at the claustrophobic feel in the room.
Nothing had changed. The room had not changed since the first day we’d all arrived from Chicago sixteen years before. Besides being older, no one had changed; our personalities were as varied as ever. Except me. I’d changed. Why did everyone irk me? Why did the house suddenly seem so small? Why did my sisters seem so grating? Why did I feel like I was being suffocated?

Wanting to escape, I dropped the armful of wood into the bin beside the stove and walked right back outside, and started across the grass to the stable. I took deep breaths of the cool morning air in an attempt to settle myself. It was too early to be riled, especially from just the normal morning routine.

“Rose!” Miss Trudy’s voice carried all the way to me. There was more than physical distance between us; there was an emotional separation as well. I stopped and turned back with a sigh, tucking my unruly hair behind my ear. The woman who’d raised eight orphan girls, myself included, held up a folded cloth. “If you won’t eat at the table, at least take something with you.”

Her hair was up in a simple bun at her nape of her neck, the gray in her red hair bright in the sun just breaking over the mountains. She was still beautiful, even with the fine lines that showed her age. As I mounted the steps to take the food, I saw concern in her green eyes, but refused to speak of it.

I smelled the biscuits and bacon and my stomach rumbled. “Thanks,” I replied, with a semblance of a smile on my lips.

“Where will you be?” she asked, her voice calm and placid. She never shouted, never raised her voice.

No one went off without sharing their whereabouts, for dangers abounded the ranch and all of Montana Territory beyond. Read More

Mardi Maxwell: Soren's Bondmate

Blog Diva - Wednesday, September 30, 2015

He crashed on her frozen planet. She risked her life to save him. He needs a compatible female She needs a worthy warrior. She claimed him while he slept. He’s awake now and things are heating up.

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Blog Diva - Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Visions of a mysterious and gorgeous stranger plague American Jilian Stewart. She is sure they’re brought on by her Scottish father’s death and the stress of her mother’s deadly paralysis. But when the stranger appears in her father’s house, clasps her to his chest and yanks her from Scotland into a magical battle, she finds herself ensnared in a fantasy otherworld—trapped by treachery and family secrets and opposing the one man who can make everything right.

That night, alone again, Jilian heard him breathe.

A cool mist wafted over her, tingling against her skin as she listened. His breaths came fast and circled all around her.

The mist contracted and began to spin like the tendrils of a galaxy.

From the center of the whorl he emerged—tall and bare-chested, tawny blond hair framing high cheekbones and steel-gray eyes.

“I need you.” His voice was deep and certain. “Come.”

The haze spun into a hypnotic rhythm. Her heartbeat echoed, intensifying with the swirls of vapor and her fear.

The heartbeats, the mist—too fast! She was caught, trapped…

He held out his hand to her.

Jilian opened her eyes and shot up on her cot. Read More

Interview – Behind the Scenes With Jewel Quinlan

Blog Diva - Tuesday, September 22, 2015

1. Why do you write in this genre? What drew you to it?

Writing contemporary was kind of an accident, I actually favor Paranormal and Fantasy. But, I had found a contest online where the challenge was to write story based on a song that inspired me and I chose the song Patience by Guns N Roses. So I ended up writing a story about a rock star, of course. That one was titled Rock Star Ex and has been one of my better sellers. I’m working on a sequel to it right now.

2. How many times did you submit a manuscript to a publisher before being accepted for the first time?

I was rejected a couple of times before my manuscript was accepted. After each one I went back over the story and did what I could to make it better. It’s amazing how many things you will find to improve if you come at it again with fresh eyes. Thankfully it was only a matter of months, not years, before I received my first acceptance email.

3. Do you have any rituals or routines for when you sit down to write? (drink tea, certain time of day, cat in your lap, spin around three times before writing, etc.) We would love to know.

I like to make a relaxing cup of herbal tea and then the next thing I do after that is log in on my timesheet. I have a sheet where I keep track of my time and what I did with it every time I sit down. It has helped greatly to increase my efficiency. Read More


Blog Diva - Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Dinner arrived and both fell into silence as they ate. Even well done, her prime rib was tender and moist. Elle sliced off a piece and held out her fork. “Try this.”
Logan’s gaze met hers as he leaned across the table and slid the piece of meat off her fork into his mouth. Electricity, strong enough to incinerate the Christmas tree in the corner, charged back and forth between them.

“Not bad.” He offered to share a bite of his prime rib, but she waved him off.

“They’re right behind you.” Elle and Logan pretended to ignore the two couples as they walked past, but she listened closely.

“It’s important that you act now,” said Brandon. “I have other investors waiting in line for this deal.”

Logan placed his fork on his plate and leaned back. “Typical fraud talk. Try to convince the mark that they’re going to miss out if they wait too long.”

“We have to make sure the Fitzgeralds don’t get ripped off.” Elle had a lot of faith in Logan. His reputation as a crime solver was well known. “Fate sent you here to save them from disaster.”

“Fate’s name is Eric.”

“So he’s the only reason you came?” She was fishing, but she had to seize the moment.
Logan refilled her glass but not his own. “You know better.”  Read More

Excerpt from ‘The Chameleon Soul Mate’ By Evelyn Lederman

Blog Diva - Saturday, September 05, 2015

They were about to start down the mountain when there was a terrible scream and both men turned to the portal, as the most beautiful woman Tarsea had ever laid eyes on fell through. At the sight of her, he felt like he had been punched in the stomach. It was as if he had the wind knocked out of him. Darden was the quicker of the two of them and caught her. Tarsea stood like a fool watching.

The girl continued to scream in Darden’s arms as he tried to calm her. “By the Prime!” Darden exclaimed. “What are you doing here, Alexandra?”

It was obvious his friend knew the girl. Tarsea wanted to help aid in quieting her. He used the name Darden had. “Alexandra, you need to stop screaming! Take a breath and let it out slowly, you are starting to hyperventilate.”

As they were trying to calm the girl, he telepathically asked his friend questions. “Who is she? How do you know her? What is she to you?” For some reason that last question was the most important to him.

Darden talked to the girl, ignoring his questions. Tarsea figured he would have to wait for his answers until after the girl stopped screaming.

Tarsea stared at the creature in Darden’s arms. She had the most beautiful light auburn hair that shimmered in the sun. The girl had bright green eyes that showed terror, although he felt under normal circumstances they would show intelligence. Her skin was like a luminous pearl, she almost glowed a light pink. She was slight. Tarsea had the odd thought he wanted to feed her, so there would be more of her for him to touch. His fingers ached to touch her skin and slide his whole being into her body. He had never reacted to anyone in this manner. Read More

Angel Dreams - An Angel Falls, #2 By Jody A. Kessler

Blog Diva - Monday, August 31, 2015

The melting butter sensation had made its way to my back and is creeping north and south simultaneously. In another minute I’m going to be a warm puddle. “An Irish Dullahan is a being that comes at night, he’s headless, and forewarns of death.”
“Ah, maybe that is what I used to be, but definitely not anymore.”

His velvet rich voice caresses me from the inside out. I can feel his strength pulsing through his fingertips as he strokes my palm. His clean scent lingers in the air and I let myself drift away with the symphony of sensation.

“Sweet vixen, are you all right?”


“Are you falling asleep?”

“No, why?”

“Your eyes are closed, love.”

“It’s fine. Please don’t stop, Nathaniel.” There it is again, a part of my brain notes, speaking without my permission. Read More