Valan's Bondmate By Mardi Maxwell

Blog Diva - Monday, June 22, 2015

Valan Eirikson’s death is imminent unless he finds a compatible female to cool the mating fever that plagues the Zarronian warriors and is burning out of control in his body.

Lia ad-San’s sire agreed to trade her to a Wrothian warrior she despises. Before she can escape she’s abducted by a fierce Zarronian warrior. Unaware that her sire caused the deaths of the Zarronian females, including Valan’s mother and twin sister, she reveals her identity and demands to be freed

Enraged to be bonded to the daughter of his most hated enemy, Valan treats Lia as a prisoner rather than a beloved bondmate. When his warriors learn her identity they demand she be punished for her sire’s war crimes.  Read More

An Interview With Thayla By LaVerne Thompson

Blog Diva - Monday, June 15, 2015


My name is Thalya.
I was born at the birthplace of time. I have no clear memory of my beginning only that I was and I am. I am a soulless one. My kind have no soul thus feel no emotion. Not hate not love nor even heat or cold. But we do have a driving need to feel.

I seek above all else this compulsion to fill that void deep inside where a soul should reside with emotion. For when I do, for a brief moment, I can feel what another does. I travel the earth searching for depression, my emotion of choice. With but a kiss I drain depression from unsuspecting humans. But I do not kill them or harm them in any way.

There is no need.

However, some soulless choose to feed off other types of energies, such as fear, even death and in other less benign ways. They kill those they feed from. I am not one such. But there are humans who are aware of our existence and they hunt us…all of my kind.

Not differentiating from those who kill and those who don’t. And they know how to destroy us.

So while I sate my blinding hunger it is never quite satisfied…until Samuel. The leader of those who hunt my kind. For the first time in my consciousness I feel when I am with him, my own emotions not just stolen from him. So I cannot stay away. Even when it means his death or my own. Read More

An Interview With Kat Martin

Blog Diva - Thursday, June 11, 2015

You became a writer by accident. Could you talk a bit about that?

I had never thought about becoming a writer until I met my future husband, L.J. Martin, who had written an historical western novel I loved. I was helping him work on the editing, not his strong suit--grammar, spelling, the basics. The more I dabbled, the more I thought maybe I could write a book. I had always had a lot of stories in my head and I also read a lot. The next thing I knew, I was writing my own novel. Magnificent Passage was my first book. Since then I have written more than sixty novels.

Which of your characters would you like to meet in person? Why?

One I would definitely want to meet is Rafe Brodie, the hero of my new book, AGAINST THE TIDE. Rafe is smart, rugged, and savvy. Plus he is gorgeous! Another of my favorite characters is Chance McLain from The Secret, a hunky Montana cowboy. I think you can guess the reason I’d like to meet him (grin). I like my heroine Olivia Chandler, also in TIDE. She’s one of the smartest women I’ve written. Liv really has her stuff together.

What is the one thing about you that people would be most surprised to know?

I’m a hermit. Unless we are traveling I pretty much stay home and write.  Read More

Adam By Eve Langlais

Blog Diva - Monday, June 08, 2015


“How can you not have a television in your living room?” He couldn’t help blurting his incredulous query.

“Because I don’t need one.”

“Don’t need one?” He practically sputtered the words, his disbelief overwhelming. “But what do you do to entertain yourself? How do you play video games? Watch movies?”

While it should be noted, he could technically do all these things wirelessly, there was a tactile enjoyment in flopping in a comfortable chair or couch and munching on dietary useless carbs while visually enjoying the antics of good cinema or challenging his dexterous skills as he manipulated a video game controller. Read More

Their Kidnapped Bride By Vanessa Vale

Blog Diva - Friday, June 05, 2015

“You are a virgin,” she stated.

I blushed furiously, my cheeks hot.

“Yes, I can see by your reaction to that word alone that you are,” she replied, going over to her desk, sitting down at the chair beside it. Her back was straight and she adjusted her full skirts. She might be a Madame, but she had the mannerisms of a lady.

I looked down at the pale blue morning dress I’d donned just this morning. I thought back, realizing Thomas must have laced my coffee with the laudanum. I took it black, so the bitter taste would have been well masked. The last I remember was eating a piece of toast with marmalade in the dining room.

“I suppose virginity is quite a commodity in your line of work. You are a Madame, are you not?” I countered, wanting to confirm her profession. I doubted she arranged for governesses.

She nodded once. “I am. Unlike your Mr. James, I offer you two choices.”

I arched a brow as I waited to hear them. My options, which I doubted were going to be to my liking, might be better heard sitting down, so I returned to sit at the end of the velvet covered chaise on which I awoke. Read More

Where is Your Warrior? By DiAnn Mills

Blog Diva - Monday, June 01, 2015

If you’re like me, writing can be a war zone. Every day I march to my computer and battle with words. Sometime I carry the flag and stand on my desk and scream victory. And other times I hide under my desk and cower like a . . . little girl. I make the choice to be successful. I don’t choose my circumstances, and neither am I controlled by them. I am a writing warrior.

Writing tactics vary according to personality, and all of us have ways to achieve our objective in a strategic manner. We approach our stories with proven maneuvers we’ve learned from other writers, and we’re not afraid of making adjustments. The crazy truth? There isn’t a perfect way to create a novel.

If you doubt your fighting and survival abilities in the writing and publishing world; if you want to crawl out of your foxhole and write a marketable story, here are ten ways to champion the writing warrior in you.

The Writing Warrior

1. Purpose: A warrior understands the goal of his craft is to pen a manuscript that exceeds anything the writer has created in the past. The elements of story are deepened through vigorous practice and a review of skills. The first line of defense is creativity. Read More

An Interview with Harlan From Harlan's Haven By Sandra Kerns

Blog Diva - Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Are you ready for a Colorado style treat? Well, have one for you, the hero from my latest release, Harlan’s Haven, Major Harlan Granger from Bluff’s Corner, Colorado. It was tough getting him to agree to an interview. He prefers to be the one asking questions, so I decided to let him tell us what he wanted. With that, let me turn the floor over to him.

Let me set the record straight before we continue. It’s Harlan or Granger. I’m not in the U.S. Army anymore and prefer you didn’t remind of that fact, so no Major. Also, I’m no hero. The men and women who died serving with me, they’re the heroes.

Now, you said you wanted some history.

I was born in Bluff’s Corner, a small, quiet, mountain town in Northern Colorado. I’m the oldest of four children and have two brothers and one sister. Both of my parents are alive and still live in the same house where I grew up. Larry, the brother after me, owns a bar and has an apartment upstairs from it. That’s where I’m staying while I’m in town. Larry is a homebody. Always has been. Gil and Priscilla are more like me. They want to see the world and don’t spend much time in Bluff’s Corner anymore. It’s not that there were any problems at home, just typical small town growing pains, I’d guess. Anyway, I’m home now, at least for a while. Read More

The Interview, An Excerpt By Silk Jones

Blog Diva - Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Laura smoothed her jacket and stepped carefully through the door into the offices of Dunbar and Associates in her four inch platform pumps.

It looked like the reception area of any other law firm to her. The receptionist manning the sleek black desk, however, could have been a model. Her ash blonde hair fell in thick luscious waves to her shoulders and were set off by high cheekbones and magnificent green eyes. Even though she was seated, Laura could see she had a slim, elegant build molded beautifully in a body skimming red dress.

She thought about her own too generous curves threatening to spill out of the black form fitting jacket and pencil skirt and wondered if she should have worn something else. Like what? What did one wear to an interview for a submissive legal assistant position? Lingerie? She almost giggled.

The receptionist looked up and flashed a friendly smile. “May I help you?”

Laura cleared her throat. “Yes. My name is Laura Hobbs. I have a 10:30 appointment with Mr. Dunbar.”  Read More

Killing Secrets By KL Docter

Blog Diva - Saturday, May 16, 2015

Some secrets are better left dead.

Rachel James’ ex-husband is released from prison determined to reclaim her and her little girl — the child is his key to controlling the James fortune. Frightened, Rachel flees to Denver with the child who hasn’t uttered a word since her daddy went to prison.

Contractor Patrick Thorne wants nothing to do with another of his parents’ charity cases. He failed his own wife so abysmally she took her own life as well as his unborn son’s. After two years, it’s time to concentrate on the bid he’s won and the saboteur trying to destroy his construction firm.

There is no room for trust in either of their hearts. But trust is all that will untangle the secrets that dominate their lives, free a little girl of her silent prison, and save them all from a serial killer who stands too close.


Mine For Tonight, An Excerpt By JS Scott

Blog Diva - Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Simon Hudson stood silently in the shadows of the opulent lobby, his hands in the pockets of his jeans and one shoulder propped against the frame of a large window that faced the street. His whole body was tense, his dark brown eyes scanning the sidewalk with the intense and total focus of a madman.

Where in the hell is she? It’s ten forty-five.

He knew Kara was working tonight. She had called in sick for the last two evenings, but was back to work at Helen’s Place, waiting tables on the swing shift. He had checked. His mother owned the bistro where Kara worked and was generally pretty forthcoming with information when Simon wanted it, but he was careful. If he wasn’t, his only parent would be hounding him to find out why he wanted information on Kara. His wonderful but inquisitive mom would be like a bloodhound after a scent if she thought that Simon’s interest was anything but casual. He would be nagged to death, his mother wanting to know exactly what his intentions were with Kara.

Simon frowned. Like he had any intentions? He had fantasies and all of them involved Kara spread out on his bed, screaming his name as he made her come, over and over.
Simon took a deep breath and slowly blew it back out, trying to get his body to relax and telling himself that he must be insane to take exactly the same position, night after night, for some woman who he had never officially met. But here he was…again, his back to the curious doorman, leering out the window like an unbalanced stalker, waiting to get a glimpse of Kara Foster. Something about the woman brought out strange, territorial, and protective instincts that kept him here, keeping watch, waiting for her to walk by his condo building on her way home from work. Read More