Hi fellow lovers of zee kissing books! Super thrilled to have my first ever boys kissing boys book (aka MM romance) out there in the world and I’m here to tell you a little bit more about it. Not your thing? Maybe I can get you to take a chance…? P is for pucker up, baby! Donovan’s never even kissed another guy before and Beck is about to blow his mind! L is for liaison. The secret type that Donovan and Beck embark on because he’s in the closet and has zero plans for coming out while he’s still playing pro-football. Sad face. A is for all-consuming. Once Donovan gets a taste of Beck’s sweet, sweet loving he doesn’t want to stop. Oopsies! Y is for yearning. OMG! So. Much. Yearning. I is for intimacy. So. Much. Intimacy. And I don’t just mean the sexy times but the closeness and snuggles and the chatting and the cooking together. Happy sigh. N is for normal. Some men love men, some women love women. Some people fall for the person and gender doesn’t matter. Some people aren’t particularly fussed about any of it. How boring would it be if we were all…

Hi! Thanks so much to Fresh Fiction for inviting me to share a scene from my upcoming release, UNDERCOVER ENGAGEMENT. In terms of setting this up, Eden and Swain are law enforcement officers who detest each other but are forced to partner as an engaged couple for an undercover sting operation. They’re at a local bar trying to make contact with the targets of the sting. She’s mad at him. He deserves it. Here’s his version of an apology… *** “Aw, c’mon, choux,” Swain called to her over the music. “Don’t be like that. Dance with me. They’re playin’ our song.” She sat there facing him, arms and legs crossed, one booted foot bouncing like she was ready to kick him to the curb. “I wouldn’t dance with you if you were the last person in this place.” “I’ll dance with you, Eden,” Dobie offered. “Hey, man.” Swain sent him an exasperated look. “I’m workin’ an apology here.” Eden smiled at Dobie and then turned her stern look on him. “After what you said, it’s going to take way more than an apology.” Nose in the air, she added, “I don’t really think you’re up to the task.” Perfect. Did…

Instead of trying to find your perfect match in a dating app, we bring you the “Author-Reader Match” where we introduce you to authors as a reader you may fall in love with. It’s our great pleasure to present Samanthe Beck Writes: Sam writes contemporary romances set in small towns, or big cities, featuring sweet-talking heroes, or dirty-talking heroes, or the strong, silent types and shy, straitlaced heroines, or bad-girls with golden hearts, or kick-ass heroines who take no prisoners. The only constants? Her stories are so sexy you gotta keep a spritzy-fan handy and pack the kind of emotional punch that requires a “book hangover” warning. About: Sam’s turn-ons include sleep (there’s never enough!), wine (um, again, there’s never enough!), her family (she has just enough!), and characters who come out of nowhere and make her laugh. Turn offs include missed deadlines, missed meals, missed sleep and being out of wine! What I’m looking for in my ideal reader match: For my newest book, WET AND RECKLESS, my ideal reader must love: Small, southern towns such as Bluelick, Kentucky, the fictional town where the story takes place, (also known as the sexiest small town south of the Mason-Dixon line)! A strict small-town cop with a sexy scowl…

Chapter Two Dominic Dinah’s Diner was the first place you saw coming into Edgewood, and the last place you passed leaving it. It was the unofficial hangout of the force, with good food that was fairly cheap, as long as you didn’t mind Dinah listening over your shoulder as calls came in over the radio. I was halfway through a plate of meatloaf and mashed potatoes when I got the call from dispatch with word of a car accident on Route Ten. No injuries, but the car was undriveable, from the sound of things, and the guy needed someone to come and pick him up. I sighed and put my fork down. I was the only person in the diner tonight other than Dinah and her husband Troy, who doubled as the line cook. It was just seven-thirty, but with this weather, nobody else was dumb enough to be out and about. As Edgewood’s officer on call until tomorrow morning, it meant that this and whatever any other unlucky soul or drunk dumbass decided to do in the next twelve hours was all on me. Dinah, a plump redhead in her sixties wearing a handmade gingham apron over her Metallica…

Thank you so much for allowing me the pleasure of being on your blog, it’s such an honor. I do hope everyone is having a fantastic holiday season! Enjoy this excerpt. *** “Well hell, look who’s decided to grace me with his presence again. Parker Jax. How the hell are you, man?” After hugging the man at the bar, Parker grinned when he stepped back. “Better, Marc. How about you? Place is looking good.” Marc Chariz shrugged and looked Skylar over and flashed one of his signature and patented sexy smiles. Known all over the world to get women to drop their panties. Parker wanted to punch him. “Marc, this is Skylar. Skylar Radford, the second-best damn Marine I’ve known, Marc Chariz.” Marc offered his hand and took hers with a smile. “You’re a delightful pleasure for this place. Nice to meet you.” The next second, he’d pulled her into a hug and whispered something into her ear. “You didn’t do her justice when you told us about this stunning woman, my friend. I used to serve with this old codger. If I need a stand-in fiancée, can I hire you?” Skylar laughed. “Don’t let her go, and we’re no…

Instead of trying to find your perfect match in a dating app, we bring you the “Author-ReaderMatch” where we introduce you to authors as a reader you may fall in love with. It’s our great pleasure to present Nina Crespo! Writes: Nina writes romance stories that range from small town sexy to sizzling. THE LAST RULE OF MAKEUPS is the third book in her steamy Breakup Bash series. Cori has sworn off of relationships, but then she runs into her ex-ex-boyfriend, Grey Latham. What happens when Mr. Right has the worst timing? Read Cori and Grey’s story for all of the sizzling details. About: Author is looking for readers ready for a fun, sexy book vacation to happily ever after. A need for steamy, flirty romance, and a book boyfriend who knows how to deliver multiple orgasms is a must. Bring wine, cupcakes, and a sense of humor along for the ride, and we’re practically guaranteed to be a perfect match. What I’m looking for in my ideal reader match: -Open to a fling becoming a thing. -Believes in second chances. -Views girlfriends and wine chats as must-haves. -Loves music. -Loves a sexy hero in a towel or wearing nothing…

My new release Wrong Bed, Right Brother is a sexy rom-com about a gamer girl who falls into bed not with the co-worker she’s been crushing on for years—but with his twin brother. It’s fun, heartfelt, trope-tastic, and I hope it leaves you smiling! W is for Wrong bed mixup. That’s where it all goes wrong (or so right!) R is for Running. Noah is a running coach who works his heart out. O is for Orgasms. So many of them. Yes! N is for Never giving up. These two work hard for each other and for their HEA. G is for Gamer. Amanda is a video game designer full of creativity. * B is for Best friends. Amanda is BFFs with Noah’s brother and has a strong group of women friends to rely on. Everyone needs a community, not just their one significant other. E is for Electric. Noah and Amanda have so much chemistry, as soon as they touch, the sparks start flying! D is for Dreams. These two have big dreams, in their careers and in life, and they help each other achieve them. * R is for Risks. Love is a risk. Noah and Amanda take…

We are hip-deep in a pandemic as I write this, and my youngest daughter is currently singing/shouting Beauty and the Beast for the fifth time today. I don’t hate it. She squeezed into an old costume, pulled out her “makeup” and asked for extra glitter. I complied of course and decided to paint her nails and curl her hair, too. ‘Cause getting on your glam is never a bad idea. I might even pull out the good china for lunch and serve the grilled cheese and grapes properly. These are unprecedented times and I’m doing everything I can to focus on the many positive ways we humans are pulling together. And not the news updates, I check obsessively. Some days are better than others, and today thankfully, has been a good one. Glitter and all. And it is with that spirit that I’d like to offer my writer/introvert life hacks that have kept me (mostly) sane. Make a plan. A loosy-goosy (yes, that’s a technical term) agenda will only make you feel unaccomplished at day’s end. May happen anyway but at least putting the right foot forward gives you a fighting chance of winning the war of laundry. I usually…

This excerpt shows the meet-cute between Rose and Owen–but it’s more like a meet-disaster! She returns to her ex-fiance’s apartment while he’s not home to get back the rest of her things, like the gorgeous heirloom bed she inherited from her grandmother. Little does she know that she’s in for one hell of a (sexy) surprise. . . *** Rose put her key in the lock and held her breath. Her hands shook. “Stop it,” she muttered under her breath. She couldn’t go falling apart in here. She just could not. Some part of her was surprised the key still worked. But of course Jason hadn’t changed the locks on her as soon as she’d screamed that she was leaving. It probably never occurred to him that she’d have the ovaries to come back. Especially not without calling in advance, being painfully polite the whole time. Even her so-called screaming wasn’t really screaming. She only wished she’d raised her voice. Wished she’d done something besides freeze at the sight of her fiance–ex-fiance, she reminded herself sternly–buried between another woman’s thighs. But no. Because she was Rose Campbell, and she didn’t scream. She didn’t break things. She just pressed her lips…

In this scene Nicholas has let Zelda’s down and she knows that he’s a professional illusionist, it’s the show that matters not the people around him, but he proves there is more to him than the showman. *** Nicholas stood in Zelda’s kitchen, wondering what the hell he was doing. He’d come out here not because of the kid… Well, maybe a little bit, because Stetson reminded him of himself in some ways. But also for her. Her house felt homey, comfortable—the kind of place he imagined normal families lived. He’d grown up in a brick and stone 12 bedroom mansion with a kitchen that had been meant for a large staff of workers, and he and his grandfather had always eaten in the master suite to be near his grandmother. He’d grown up believing that his parents had died when he was a baby. His grandparents had raised him in their big mansion, treating him like he was a special gift in their lives. It had only been after they’d died that he’d realized everything he’d known had been an illusion. He’d been an adopted baby they’d used to replace the son they’d lost as an adult. He shook…