A Santini in Love ON SALE NOW

February 12, 2015

Oh, Hai! I have been busy writing and planning new books for the year and for Valentine’s day I put A Santini in Love on sale! Check out A Santini in Love along with a ton of other books on sale from some of today’s best-selling romance authors! Just a note, that my sale goes on through the 14th!

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Elite Metal is here!

February 12, 2015

I am so excited to introduce this book. It is such a cool idea, intertwining the  stories much like we did when Operation Love was when it first released! Get your copy today for only .99!
Elite Metal arrives February 10th—a novel
approach to collections, where all the stories intertwine! Our heroes are
ex-military secretive operatives, who all belong to a kickass motorcycle club.
Sound yummy? I know!
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Elite Metal – Book One in the Elite Warriors Series
For decades the US Marines funded a top-secret unit known as
Elite Recon. A deadly group of men and women sent to infiltrate dozens of
countries completely undetected. Mission objectives so extreme casualties were
not only probable, but expected.
The current batch of operatives had returned from hundreds
of assignments unscathed…until one mission went horribly wrong. Several men
lost their lives and the group disbanded. The remaining leathernecks were scattered
in the wind with new identities. They were told to blend in. Be normal. Or face
being forever silenced just like their fallen brothers.
Now, two years later, each living member of the group is kidnapped
and given a chance to make things right. But this time they’re no longer under
the thumb of Uncle Sam. A mysterious private backer who knows about their past
has brought them back together. No longer are they forced to turn a blind eye
to the lost and forsaken.
A new life. A new future…Elite Metal.
Scorching romance from Anna Alexander and Jennifer Kacey, Heather Long, Sabrina
York Rebecca Royce, Saranna DeWylde and Roxie Rivera.

Pure Copper
By Heather Long
Former Marine special forces, Sachi “Copper” James is a
chameleon. She thrives on being someone else. Her mission? Identify the rat who
sold her team bad intel.

Gabriel Danvers, ex-CIA analyst, is a master of
disseminating the details. He wants to enjoy a normal life, retired from the
game. His mission? Teach classes.

When Gabriel becomes the target of Copper’s investigation,
he re-enters a world of danger and deception–all to claim the passion of the
one woman who’s haunted him for years.



With eighty students piled into their seats, it would be
hard for most professors to keep track of who was who. The sign in sheet always
began a rotation in a different part of the hall. Everyone signed in and if
their name wasn’t on the sheet—depending on when he passed it around—they
didn’t get credit for attending International Relations in Business.

Unfortunately for his students, Gabriel Danvers never forgot
a face. He knew which students had their friends sit in or when one of the guys
switched his jacket and move surreptitiously to the other side of the room to
sign in for a missing classmate and he damn well knew when a woman entered the
class who didn’t belong.

Sitting three rows back from the front, her feet propped on
the back of another chair, hair in a ponytail and looking about twenty with her
cosmetic free face, his lecture hall had an invader. She had her phone in her
hand and typed swiftly with her thumbs while he lectured on the pros and cons
of the environmental restrictions on European Union business contracts,
prosperity and how those factors influenced American businesses in the region.

Though he let his gaze wander over the class making eye
contact with the students as he paced back and forth, his awareness of her never diminished. Keeping track of
her from the corner of his eye whenever he glanced away told him three things.

She wasn’t one of his usual students or shills—she never
bothered to sign the sheet.

She took copious notes, but she was also snapping pictures.

She wanted something from him.

Call it instinct or a sixth sense, but he’d always had a way
of looking at scattered facts and identifying a pattern. Her attention was on
him, not the material, and her focus belied her casual attitude. She watched
without looking, and the weight of her attention proved a provocative allure to
his senses.

Whatever she wanted, he looked forward to discovering. His
body stirred and he ignored the bolt of lust. No idea who she is, and fucking students is not on the syllabus. The
thought came out of nowhere and he coughed once to clear his throat. The corner
of her pale pink decorated mouth curved upward. Amusement gleamed in her pale,
pale green eyes.

The little vixen knew exactly what she was doing to him.
Pausing at the desk, he leaned against it and stretched his legs. Two could
play that game, he kept the lecture going as he braced his legs. The urge to
ease his stiffening cock to one side grew more profound, but he focused on her.
Memorizing her face.
He was damn good with faces.

The deep tan of her skin reminded him of a dark coffee with
a sweet cream. Enticing image aside, she had a perfectly balanced and
asymmetrical face, but he couldn’t place her origins. Not easily. A faint tilt
to her eyes, high cheek bones and a deliciously sensuous mouth…

“So here’s your assignment,” he said, finishing his lecture
and dragging his attention away from the siren summoning him in the third row. Ignoring
the groans, he used his thumb to point at the board behind him. “Six companies
are listed there—three are European Union based and three are U.S. based. Using
the lecture and your materials, not only do you need to identify which is
which—I want you to identify who is in violation of those restrictions and what
are the ramifications for the upcoming Conference on International Commerce.”

The groans increased in volume, and he smiled. They really
should learn he didn’t mention items, places or events if they weren’t

“Any questions?” Oddly, no hands went up. His gaze collided
with the goddess in the third row and she made no attempt to disguise her
continued amusement. Another minute dragged on and the class didn’t ask any
questions so he clapped his hands together and said, “I’ll see you next week.
Don’t forget my office hours if you have questions.”

Would she stay? Or would she go?

Swinging around the desk, he gathered his notes and the
papers the class handed in at the beginning. He annoyed them by requiring print
copies rather than digital submissions. The horror of figuring out how to use
control-P on their computers must have been a challenge.

Warm vanilla sugar teased his nose. She stayed. Glancing from the papers, he found her standing just three
feet away, directly across the desk. How sturdy was the construction of the
desk? It wouldn’t take him anytime at all to clear it.

Student. Red. Fucking.
Intellect versus instinct. She looked young, with an almost fresh
scrubbed innocence about her—but those eyes weren’t innocent and harbored far
too much hidden emotion as though she’d seen hell and back.

Locking gazes, he
considered all the things he wanted to say.
Then reconsidered and kept it professional, “Auditing?”

Laughter, low and throaty, and a lot like warm bourbon on an
icy cold evening rolled from her. “No, I just wanted to check out the hot
teacher.” She winked, then pivoted and strolled out of his wet dreams…


More like sauntered. Checking his libido, he locked his gaze
on the way her hips swayed in those skin tight denim jeans. He knew that walk.
Had been hunting for it for two years…

“Hey,” he called, shoving the papers into his backpack and zipping
it closed. He crossed the room in four strides to catch her. She didn’t slow
down, but having her in his sights for the first time since Nigeria, no way in
hell was he letting her walk away.

What the hell was she doing in his classroom?

“Hey,” he said again, catching her elbow and turning her
into another empty lecture hall and closing the door to block the noise from
the hall. “Where are you running off to?”

Lips pursed, she gave the closed door a glance. “I wasn’t
running anywhere.” If her looks hadn’t already captivated him, the hot,
buttered rum quality of her voice would have taken him hostage. His libido went
into revolt and his cock stiffened to full attention.

His body didn’t give one good damn whether she was a student
or not.

Definitely not a
She didn’t hold herself in any manner as a subordinate or as a
student would seeking approval. He’d had a few come on to them, their sloppy,
over the top attempts were porn movie quality and he didn’t screw kids. Miss Walking
Sex on a Stick was definitely a woman. “Good,” he said, remembering he actually
needed to talk. “How do you feel about coffee?”

“Well I never kick it out of bed.” She folded her arms and
the placement tightened her sweater over her breasts. A handful each, but he
didn’t miss the tension in her shoulders or the way she braced her feet.

She’s ready for a
fight if she has to.
Probably didn’t help that he was looming over her. Taking
a step back, he leaned against the door. No, he wasn’t demanding but he didn’t
want her running away again either.

Curiosity flared in her eyes. Oh, had he intrigued her?

“Good to know,” he needed to jumpstart the blood flow back
to his brain. “I know a great place on the other side of campus. It’s quiet.
Let me buy you a cup?”

Surprise rippled across the surface of her eyes. “Do you
often ask students out for coffee?” Was that a note of disappointment creeping
into her voice?
“Not at all. But then you’re not a student.”

“You sound certain.” Her chin lifted, and if he were a
betting man, he’d peg her for another move to distract him. The action revealed
the slender column of her throat and added to the air of vulnerability around

Keeping his gaze on her eyes, he trusted his instincts.
Nothing about her was as it appeared—except she was fucking gorgeous and
intrigued him on every level.

“You wanted to check out the hot teacher. How
about a closer look?” He dropped the backpack and took a step toward her.

Eyebrows raised, she met him step for step until they were
breast to chest and he kept his hands to himself though they itched follow the
shape of those lovely hips. Maintaining a fist hold grip on his restraint, he
took a deep breath of her heady vanilla scent. He’d never been a fan of sweets.


Bound By Steele

Anna Alexander and Jennifer Kacey
To save his Marine brothers and sister he must accept the
past isn’t dead and buried.

Reuniting survivors means he is forced to first forgive…the enemy.

Chrome’s Salvation

Jennifer Kacey
A former leader of Elite Recon, reduced to nothing more than
an apathetic existence.

Until his girl’s life hangs in the balance…now nothing will stand in the way of
him coming back to life.

Adamantium’s Roar

Anna Alexander
Adamantium left Beth to what he thought was a better life,
only to find she had been living in hell. Now he’ll do anything, break any vow,
to claim her as his for all time.

Pure Copper

Heather Long
Copper will do whatever it takes to get the job done, even
if it means seducing and betraying the one man who really sees her.

Sterling’s Seduction

Sabrina York
When a snoopy reporter threatens the Elite Metal, Sterling
will do whatever it takes to kill her story about the team. Even if it means he
has to tie her to his bed.

Platinum’s Choice

Rebecca Royce
Platinum left the life he had with Rose in New York to
rejoin his team and silence the nightmares from Operation Phoenix.
But when Rose is forced to go on the run with Platinum’s hidden son, he will
have no choice but to return to his old life and reclaim what he has ached for
every day since. Red Wolf’s sniper wants to nudge Plat’s underbelly and they’re
going to find out quickly how deadly he can be.

Mercury’s Poison

Saranna DeWylde
A scarred, mad genius more monster than man must protect the
beauty he’s become obsessed with from a beast more terrible than himself.

Forged in Silver

Roxie Rivera
Rebel. Nomad. Troublemaker. After surviving the double-cross during Operation Phoenix,
Former Elite Recon Marine Silver embraces the underworld and builds a new life
as one of the world’s most renowned thieves. Jewels, paintings, corporate
espionage–there’s no job he won’t take for the right price.

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About Heather Long

National bestselling author, Heather Long, likes long walks in the park, science fiction, superheroes, Marines, and men who aren’t douche bags. Her books are filled with heroes and heroines tangled in romance as hot as Texas summertime. From paranormal historical westerns to contemporary military romance, Heather might switch genres, but one thing is true in all of her stories—her characters drive the books. When she’s not wrangling her menagerie of animals, she devotes her time to family and friends she considers family. She believes if you like your heroes so real you could lick the grit off their chest, and your heroines so likable, you’re sure you’ve been friends with women just like them, you’ll enjoy her worlds as much as she does.
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Seduction by Blood

January 7, 2015

For those of you new to the blog, WIP Wednesdays is just a little peek at upcoming books. Soon, as I am working to get ahead, you will start seeing books a few months out.



He washed off his face. He knew that no matter how clean he got it, nothing would wash the stain from his soul.

Author Feature: BRANDY WALKER

January 5, 2015

Today is the release of Brandy’s newest series: THE MYSTIC ZODIAC!

Helloooooooo Everyone! Shout out to Mel for letting come on the blog. As you all know Mel and I have been friends for quite some time now. I was a total fangirl that met her on a Yahoo Group and she was crazy enough to met me IN PERSON and, at the time, little Zman at a Barnes & Noble. I was a complete mess when she decided I must not be a total loon and gave me her cell number. She hasn’t gotten rid of me since.

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Cowboy Up

January 3, 2015

One of the few Sweet Shoppe books there is on the market today:) Cowboy Up was written for my editor at the time, Linda. She is truly the reason I am published today. She believed in me before anyone else did.

This one takes place in Texas. Some decadent fudge, a hot Native American cowboy, and shared erotic dreams makes for a deliciously wonderful tale;)

This is part of the Kindle Unlimited program.

And now for Linda’s dream:





Nic’s hands brushed against the sides of her breasts. Linda could feel the calluses from hard work, the tenderness of his touch. He stood behind her, his bare chest against her back, his breath hot against her ear. She shivered as he skimmed his fingers over her breasts — a light, teasing touch — then circled her nipples. They tightened into hard pebbles. A rush of heat curled into her belly. He’d left his hair unbound. The silky strands brushed against her shoulder.

“Ahh, so you like that, do you?” The amusement in his voice didn’t hide his arousal. “You always had such pretty little breasts, Linda.”

She huffed, trying to sound irritated. “Little?”

He chuckled and pinched each nipple. “I like you that way. But, then, there isn’t much I don’t like about you.”

He stepped away from her, and she started to turn around.
“No. Don’t.” His voice deepened, rolling over the words, making her shiver. Slipping his fingers down her arms, he captured her hands. He tugged her forward and walked both of them to the wall. After lifting them up, he released her hands. “Now, just put them against the wall. Don’t move.”

She did as he ordered. He slipped her hair over her shoulders so the ends of it teased her nipples. First his lips, then his tongue, brushed against her shoulder. He inhaled deeply. “Lavender. You smell like a field of it.”

As he moved back, a wash of cool night air chilled her. The next thing she felt was his lips against her skin at the base of her neck. Then, a little lower. With the softest touch, he kissed a path down her spine, his tongue flicking out over her skin. Heat rushed along her nerve endings; warm liquid filled her sex. She trembled, not with fear but with anticipation.

His hands molded over her buttocks, squeezing, stroking her skin. Linda tried to enjoy his touch and ignore the fact that he was eye level with what she considered her worst body feature. She dropped her head forward and closed her eyes as she felt his mouth against one of her cheeks.

He hummed against her skin. “Darlin’, I have to say you have one world-class ass.”

“Too big.” She meant to say a complete sentence, but at that moment it was impossible. Brain functions had ceased the moment he’d touched her.

Lost in his lips against her skin, his tongue leaving a wet path with the kisses, she didn’t expect the slap. Shocked, she opened her eyes and stared down at him over her shoulder. He had knelt behind her, but he looked anything but the supplicant.

“What was that for?”
He swatted her again and then rubbed his hand over the area.
“I happen to like your ass. And, if I may say so, I am in a position to judge. No complaints from you.” He waited for her nod, then kissed the sensitive skin he’d just smacked.

As he continued to kiss, nip, and lick, one hand slid around to her stomach, the other between her legs to her pussy. She was already dripping with arousal. Hell, just thinking about him would wet her panties, but having his hands … his mouth … against her skin, she was amazed she hadn’t come already.

Her thighs quivered, her muscles ready to give out, but she complied, and he slipped a finger into her, his thumb rubbing against her clit.

“Goddamn, you’re wet.” He continued to move his finger in and out as he nipped at the roundest part of her buttocks. She should’ve been embarrassed. But the feel of his lips against her skin, over sensitized from his slaps, sent another blast of heat racing along her nerve endings, heating her body and making her yearn for more.



December 27, 2014

Being the youngest of four brothers, Gianni, Gee to everyone who knows him, has a lot to live up to. I am not always into the younger men and older women story line myself, but there was something about Kianna and Gee that was just so sweet.


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Falling for a Santini

December 23, 2014


I am so excited about this book. The first female Santini, the first NCIS Agent, and our first look at big brother Anthony. I have to say, he is probably going to be my favorite.  But I happily spent time with JT. Although he is a hard NCIS agent, he is also a big teddy bear when it comes to Elena. The “Santini Curse” even strikes members who are not blood related!

Today is the last day of the contest, but I am running it through tomorrow night! Three winners will be chosen today because Christmas has snuck up and bit me in the behind.



As soon as the door shut, JT made his way to the kitchen. His fingers were itching to touch her. Hell, his body was humming with the need to feel. Elena was bent over, as she stored the leftovers in the fridge. She straightened just as he came around the corner. JT didn’t stop his forward progress until her reached her. He slipped his arm around her waist and yanked her against him. Without hesitation, JT slammed his mouth down on hers. She responded immediately, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him back. He ran the tip of his tongue along the seam of her mouth. She opened her mouth, allowing him to slip his tongue inside.

The craving that had been shimmering in his blood from the moment he saw her exploded. It twisted through him, leaving him slightly lightheaded. He could no longer hold back the emotions. He backed her against the counter and lifted her up on it. He needed to touch, to taste.

With hurried movements, he grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt. He pulled back and tugged it over her head, tossing it on the floor behind him. Damn, she wasn’t wearing a bra.

He thanked the lord and bent his head to taste. Usually, he would use more finesse, but he couldn’t. It had been months since he had seen her, and he needed her. He knew he would never be able to explain it to anyone, even himself. Something had been missing from his life while he had been away, and it was Elena.

She tugged at his shirt, and he pulled back to let her take it off him. She tossed it behind him and cupped his face in both hands. She kissed him, keeping her eyes opened as she nipped at his lips. He watched as her eyes closed, and she slipped her tongue into his mouth. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sleek taste of her, and the way her tongue tangled with his.

He was shaking he needed her so badly. He pulled back long enough to help her discard her jeans and panties. She was already clawing at the button and zipper on his jeans, as he tried to get his wallet out of his back pocket. He almost dropped it when she wrapped her hand around his erection. Bending his head back, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of her fingers as they danced over his sensitive flesh. Soon, though, he was close to losing it.

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One Night With a Santini!

December 21, 2014

Good Sunday Morning! I am almost done with my Santini Scene, but I want it to sit for one more day. But, the surprise I have fo you is that Brando’s book is up for sale right now! It is at a low intSantini_BK9_600x900ro price of 2.99 and will be just as long as the others.  It’s now on preorder at Amazon and will be available everywhere on release day in February!


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He was searching for something that was missing from his life. 

Brando Santini is headed to New Orleans to blow off some steam with a few of his buddies. The respite from his life as a Marine doesn’t really seem to do the trick until he runs into his college crush, Kaitlin Fitzpatrick. After a little dancing and a few drinks, they end up in bed together and Brando knows she’s the one for him. 

One night will never be enough. 

Kaitlin never forgot Brando. She never would have thought the sexy nerd would have remembered her. More than that, she definitely didn’t expect he would be interested in seducing her. Their time in New Orleans is intense but much too short. The memories of his lovemaking leave her counting the days until she sees him again. 

A complication neither of them expected. 

By the time Brando arrives in Maryland, Kaitlin suspects that their one night together has left them with more than memories. When Brando insists on marriage, she refuses on the grounds he doesn’t love her. But what Kaitlin doesn’t understand is that when a Santini wants to prove his love, nothing will stand in his way—not her five brothers, his own annoying family, or even the woman he adores. 


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