Thursday, December 29, 2016

Promo: BLAZING HOT COWBOY by Kim Redford

Title: Blazing Hot Cowboy
Author: Kim Redford
Series: Smokin’ Hot Cowboys, #2
ISBN: 9781492621508
Pubdate: January 3, 2017
Genre: Contemporary Western

He’s all the heat she’ll ever need.
Lauren Sheridan’s return to Wildcat Bluff after the death of her husband is bittersweet. Thirteen years have passed since she set foot in the place that’s always held her heart…and the sizzling memories of her high school sweetheart. 

Kent Duval has it all. A proud rancher and volunteer firefighter in the small town of Wildcat Bluff, he’s missing only one thing from his life: passion. Kent last saw Lauren Sheridan when she was sweet sixteen and they were head-over-heels in love. Now she’s back, spunky daughter in tow, and he no longer knows which way is up. As the heat between them builds, Kent can’t help but wonder if past flames can be rekindled and second chances really do exist.

Kim Redford is an acclaimed author of Western romance
novels. She grew up in Texas with cowboys, cowgirls, horses, cattle, and rodeos for inspiration. She divides her time between homes in Texas and Oklahoma, where she’s a rescue cat wrangler and horseback rider—when she takes a break from her keyboard. Visit her at kimredford.com.

Author Website: www.kimredford.com

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*****

Kim Redford: I’m excited to share one of my favorite firefighter characters!

Ladder 49 (2004) celebrates the firefighters of Baltimore, Maryland. In this intense film, Jack Morrison (Joaquin Phoenix) remembers his firefighting career of rescuing people and saving property as he is trapped inside a burning warehouse. Deputy Chief Mike Kennedy (John Travolta) leads the firefighters of Ladder Company 49 who work with Jack as a cohesive unit. As a first responder, Jack puts his life on the line to assist others and make a positive difference for everyone in his community.

He's one hero who inspired my Smokin’ Hot Cowboys series of contemporary cowboy firefighter novels.

*****
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Excerpt:

In Wildcat Bluff County, Texas . . .
Kent Duval joined other firefighters in front of a burning barn. He wasn’t wearing much firefighter gear, so he’d pump water and roll hose from the booster while another volunteer used the nozzle to wet a perimeter around the structure.
Streams of water hit the building and steam rose along with smoke as Kent and the other first responders fought to bring the blaze under control. Even so, the fire quickly expanded in size as it ate up oxygen. Soon the wooden barn was fully engaged and pumping smoke. Flames surged higher into the sky. They kept up the water barrage, beating back the blaze despite the orange-and-yellow flames spitting and licking and clawing to take back what was lost. Every fire had its own personality. This one reminded Kent of a dangerous wild bull.
And just when he thought they had the blaze contained, a piece of shake-shingle roof was ripped off by the wind and whipped across firefighter heads to land in the adjacent pasture. Flames immediately set the dry grass ablaze, and a line of fire headed straight for the nearby house at Twin Oaks.
“Watch my pump!” When Kent got a nod of understanding from another firefighter, he took off running, hoping he could stomp out the fire with his cowboy boots before it took hold and swept away from them.
He got ahead of the blaze, but the flames were quickly consuming the grass. He stomped hard, making a little headway, but he quickly realized he wasn’t able to do enough fast enough. And the other firefighters couldn’t leave the barn. He’d have to call for backup, but he feared the engine couldn’t get there in time.
Just as he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, he heard Lauren calling to him. He glanced up. She’d crossed the road, dragging a heavy fire extinguisher in each hand, up to the barbwire fence. He could’ve cheered because she might just have saved the day.
He pocketed his cell, ran over to her, grabbed the canisters, and set them down on his side of the fence.
“Hold up the barbwire and I’ll crawl under,” she said as she went down on her knees.
“Lauren, I don’t want you in danger.”
“I’m not letting that fire get anywhere near my daughter at Twin Oaks.” She lay down and started to crawl on her stomach under the fence.
He quickly raised the bottom strand of wire so she wouldn’t tear her clothes or scratch her back.
Once she was on the other side, she grabbed a can and dragged it toward the leading edge of the blaze.
He used the black strap to hang the other fire extinguisher over his shoulder and caught up. He tried to take the canister from her, but she gave him a no nonsense look.
“Two of us are faster than one,” she said. “I remember how to use these cans, so let’s get to it.”
He grinned, loving her sassiness even as he wanted to keep her safe. He knew better. This was his Lauren, and she didn’t back down for nothing or nobody. “Let’s do it.”
Together, they got out in front of the fire and started spraying the potent chemical on the blaze, leaving a trail of yellow. They continued to relentlessly douse the flames till nothing was left except charred grass. When their fire extinguishers were empty, they tossed them aside, and then stomped on the crisp grass to make sure there were no hot embers left that might reignite.
Finally, Kent picked up one empty canister and hung it from his shoulder by the strap before he put the other strap over his free shoulder. He couldn’t resist leaning down and giving Lauren a quick kiss.
“Don’t you know I’m too hot to handle?” she teased, chuckling with a sound caught somewhere between delight and relief.
“Guess I’m looking to get burned.”
“I think we’re both a little on the scorched side.” She pointed toward the barn. “But that building took the brunt of it.”
He looked in that direction. He felt a vast sense of comfort when he saw the old barn was nothing more than a pile of black rubble with a red-orange glow of banked embers here and there. He glanced back at the blackened patch of pasture. He’d been cocky tonight—maybe because being with Lauren had made him feel like Superman. He knew better. You could never count on a fire doing what it was supposed to do, and particularly not when it was a raging bull of a blaze.
He clasped Lauren’s hand and threaded their fingers together. “Guess you’re a Wildcat Bluff volunteer firefighter all over again.”
She squeezed his hand. “I feel like I’ve never been gone.”
“Let’s get you home.”
“Twin Oaks will look mighty good.”
But Kent hadn’t been thinking about that place. He’d been thinking about his own farmhouse on Cougar Ranch.

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Celebrate NEW YEAR'S EVE with a Romance Reviews Today chat

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At Midnight EST, I will pick a winner among who is in chat at time. The prize: $20 Amazon egift card. The prize is open to US and Canada residents. You must be present to win.

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Last Week's Book Contest Winners Announced

Thank you to everyone that entered. 
I will be continuing to run book contests throughout 2017.

Here we go:

Winner of A BRAVO FOR CHRISTMAS is Meredith

Winner of MAID UNDER THE MISTLETOE is Patoct

Winner of THE GREEK'S CHRISTMAS BRIDE is Penney

Please email me at pattifischer@yahoo.com with your mailing info.

Thank you.

Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Promo: MY HIGHLAND REBEL by Amanda Forester

Title: My Highland Rebel
Author: Amanda Forester
Series: Highland Trouble, #2
ISBN: 9781492605461
Pubdate: January 3, 2017
Genre: Historical Romance

A conquering hero
Cormac Maclean would rather read than rampage, but his fearsome warlord father demands that he prove himself in war. Cormac chooses what he thinks is an easy target, only to encounter a fiery Highland lass leading a doomed rebellion and swearing revenge on him.

Meets an unconquerable heroine
Jyne Cambell is not about to give up her castle without a fight, even though her forces are far outnumbered. She’s proud, hot-blooded and hot-tempered, and Cormac falls for her hard.

It’s going to take all of Cormac’s ingenuity to get Jyne to surrender gracefully—both to his sword and to his heart…

Amanda Forester holds a PhD in psychology and worked many years in academia before discovering that writing historical romance was way more fun. A Publishers Weekly Top Ten author, her books have been given starred reviews from Booklist, Publishers Weekly, and a Top Pick from RT Book Reviews. Whether in the rugged Highlands of medieval Scotland or the decadent ballrooms of Regency England, her novels offer fast-paced adventures filled with wit, intrigue, and romance. She lives with her family in the Pacific Northwest outside Tacoma, Washington.

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Excerpt:

They sat at an old oak table and broke bread together. Cormac found goblets of wine for both of them and some food for a meal. It had been long since he had filled his belly, so he ate hungrily of the bread and the hearty stew before him. Jyne must have been reassured by his confidence, for the little crease on her forehead disappeared, and she began to eat and drink with him.
He liked this, sharing a meal with her. He could almost block out the sound of his men carousing in the great room next to them. She was a beautiful lass. She must have been thinking of other things when she’d gotten herself dressed this morn, for her veil was not securely fastened, causing her long, straight blond hair to fall out before her. The color of those errant strands was like gold. He longed to reach out and touch it. She absently brushed a lock of hair behind her ear with a careless finger, causing him to pause in his eating. Her blue eyes sparkled at him, and he noticed those blue eyes had flecks of hazel green.
A disturbance erupted in the dining hall, and one of the elderly matrons ran back into the kitchen.
“What is the matter?” cried Jyne, rising to her feet. “Are they no’ getting tired?”
The woman placed a hand over her bosom, her eyes wide. “Nay, they’re getting randy!”
“Pardon?”
“I had two o’ the men say they thought I was a vision o’ loveliness. Three done laughed so hard, they fell from their benches, and four others started a brawl o’er the right way to eat stew. They’ve gone mad, they have!” The matron threw her hands up in the air.
Before Core could make any sense of this, another elderly clanswoman, with thinning gray hair and a large goiter, shrieked as she scrambled back into the kitchen.
“What happened to ye?” asked Jyne. She ran to the elderly woman and helped her to sit on the bench she had just vacated.
“I dinna ken they’re about. One man dropped to his knees and began to recite poetry, or at least some­thing like it. A few others started dancing, wi’ no music—wi’ each other! Another one demanded my hand in marriage. To me! What sort o’ mean-spirited shenanigans are these hooligans up to?”
Jyne’s face was one of complete loss. “Is this some sort o’ game?” she asked Core.
“If it is, ’tis unknown to me.” Cormac had seen quite a bit of rough play from his father’s men, but he had never heard of anything like that.
Core and Jyne peeked inside the great hall and were astounded at what they saw. Several of the men were having a heated argument as to which of the elderly servers was more beautiful. Some were dancing to no music. Some were running around the room, batting at the air, as if trying to catch invisible fairies. Others were fighting while laughing hysterically. Jyne and Core stared at each other.
“Why are they acting this way?” Jyne met his eye. He realized they were standing very close as they peeked into the hall. Her beautiful blue eyes widened, and she flushed, her cheeks a rosy hue. Her lips were the color of pale pink rose petals and appeared so soft and inviting, he wished to lean in for just one taste. She was beautiful. Truly beautiful.
“I dinna ken.” He had to remind himself to answer her question. It was the truth. He had never seen the men act in such a manner.
“Oh!” Jyne suddenly gasped. “The potion. It must have made them mad.”
Core couldn’t help but laugh. “Ye made them all act like fools? Och, I wish my father was here to see it!”
“Who is yer father?” she asked, turning her inno­cent blue eyes to him.
He realized in a flash he had made a slip. “No one. Just he would think it amusing, is all,” he said hastily. “Will the potion make them tired or just mad as imps?”
Jyne slapped a hand to her forehead. “Och, I’m a dunderhead, I am. Too much ale wi’ it can make a man lose his senses.”
“Ye gave my men something to make them witless?”
“Well I… It wasn’t what I intended… Wait, yer men?” She raised an eyebrow at him, and he knew he was in trouble.
“My men? I…I have no men.” He attempted nonchalance. It was not a natural state.
The little furrow between her brows reappeared. “But I thought I heard ye say—”
He kissed her.
It was the only thing he could think to do. The only thing he wanted to do. He was drawn to her by a power he could not deny. He embraced her and allowed his lips to melt onto hers. Nothing he had ever experienced before compared, but he pulled her closer and deepened the kiss, waiting for the inevitable slap. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck, press­ing herself against him and returning his ardor with a passion that lit an explosion within him. He did not care that his men were making fools of themselves next door. He did not care if the entire kitchen staff could see them. He had to kiss her.


Monday, December 26, 2016

Promo: SOLO by Jill Mansell

Title: Solo
Author: Jill Mansell
Pub Date: January 3, 2017
ISBN: 9781492632429

It all starts at a party, as these things often do…

· A one-night stand with far-reaching consequences
· Momentarily enamored guests going home with all the wrong people
· An unfaithful wife struck by jealousy and getting a dose of her own medicine
· A shocking family secret revealed at the worst possible moment

One fling follows another, and now the whole community is embroiled in a great big web of deceit, the untangling of which will charm you, amuse you, make you laugh and make you cry.

Whatever’s going on in your life, Solo by Jill Mansell is the perfect distraction right about now…

With over 10 million copies sold, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Jill Mansell writes irresistible and funny, poignant and romantic tales for women in the tradition of Marian Keyes, Sophie Kinsella and Jojo Moyes. She lives with her partner and their children in Bristol, England. Website | Twitter | Facebook

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QUESTION
Describe the “perfect” hero. A reformed former bad boy with a brilliant sense of humour, a wicked smile and a kind heart. Preferably a non-snorer!
EXCERPT

I must be drunk, thought Tessa, kicking off her shoes and sinking into a sitting position on the edge of the vast, canopied bed. When a man like Ross Monahan urged you to spend the night at his place and assured you that you were quite welcome to the bed—he would be happy to sleep on the settee—you knew you were playing with fire.
Either drunk or crazy, she told herself as she pulled her dress over her head, threw it in the direction of a large, red-velvet chair and wrapped herself in the dark-blue toweling robe he had left for her.
But she knew she wasn’t that drunk. She was enjoying the game which had begun so many hours earlier. The challenge had been thrown down and she couldn’t resist it. She was going to seriously enjoy being the only woman in the history of the world to have slept in Ross’s bed…alone.
His suite of rooms on the top floor of the hotel was as sumptuous as she had imagined, particularly since seeing the rest of The Grange earlier. Like stowaways, they had remained closeted in the conservatory until the early hours of the morning when the last guests had departed, either roaring off into the night in their smart cars or retiring to their rooms in the hotel.
Then, taking her hand, Ross had given her the full guided tour, showing her the elegant sitting rooms, the restaurant, the squash courts, the superb gym and the spectacular indoor swimming-pool built inside a second, even larger, conservatory, illuminated by underwater lighting and surrounded on three sides by more tropical vegetation. Ross was as proud of the hotel as a new father. Tessa had been touched by his enthusiasm. But if he was under the impression that she would be so overwhelmed by this display of his success that she would leap into bed with him, he was going to be disappointed.
Saying no was much, much more fun.
Firmly securing the belt of the far-too-big robe around her waist, she threw back the bedcovers and slid between cool white sheets, just as a cautious knock sounded at the door.
“It’s OK, I’m decent.”
“Pity,” said Ross lightly. He was still dressed, and carrying a folded blanket over one arm.
Tessa gestured at the bed. “This is awfully kind of you. You’ll probably have a terrible time trying to sleep on that settee.”
“Probably.” He gave her a mournful look, then grinned. “But I’ll survive.”
She watched him fling the blanket over the narrow leather Chesterfield. “And it’s four thirty now. Nearly time to get up again anyway.”
“Don’t remind me.”
“I’m very grateful.”
“Absolutely no problem.”
Tessa pulled the covers up to her chin and smiled at him. “You’re a true gentleman.”
“I believe you,” said Ross. “Thousands wouldn’t.”
She watched him hover for a few seconds beside the sofa, wondering no doubt if she might change her mind. Then, giving him one last big smile, she plumped up her pillows and turned over. “Mmm, well, thanks again. Good night.”
Tessa didn’t know what time it was when she shifted in her sleep and first realized that she was no longer alone in the bed. Her bare leg was resting against another bare leg, definitely not her own. Sleepily, almost subconsciously, she stretched out her hand and encountered a smooth, warm back. She became aware of the very faint scent of aftershave and toothpaste, and the quiet, regular breathing of someone deeply and peacefully asleep.
To her great surprise, Tessa was neither shocked nor annoyed by this invasion of her privacy. It was, after all, his bed and a narrow, slippery leather Chesterfield was about as conducive to a good night’s sleep as a tin bath.
In fact, she realized drowsily, she had forgotten quite how nice it felt to lie next to another body, accidentally brushing against an arm or a hip, sharing each other’s warmth and enjoying the primal instincts of simply being together.
With a guilty start she came properly awake. For the way her fingertips were trailing down Ross’s spine wasn’t in the least bit accidental. And, without even realizing it, her own left leg had managed to fit against the curve of his right one with all the snugness of a missing piece in a jigsaw.
This was taking the enjoyment of sharing each other’s warmth a little too far.
Regretfully easing her leg back to her own side of the bed and removing her hand from his back, she closed her eyes and attempted to distract her mind from its traitorous wanderings. She had always believed that physical intimacy—not just sex—was something like a video recorder or a Magimix: what you didn’t have, you didn’t miss, it just faded from your mind and became unimportant.
It had been almost a year since her last relationship had ended. At first, of course, she had missed the hugs and the kisses—and the sex—but certainly not enough to go rampaging round Bath in search of males, any males, with whom to satisfy the need for physical contact.
And pretty soon she had become used to being and sleeping alone once more. The withdrawal symptoms had been mild. Because hugging and kissing and sex weren’t physical addictions like heroin. They were something that was nice but also quite possible to live without.
On the other hand, a year was a long time.


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Friday, December 23, 2016

Christmas is almost here.....

Off until Monday....


Note: We will be having a New Year's Eve chat in the RRT Chat room on Dec 31st and there will be a gift card given away. Keep watching the blog next week to find out more info.

Thursday, December 22, 2016

Promo and Book Giveaway: A BRAVO FOR CHRISTMAS by Christine Rimmer

A BRAVO FOR CHRISTMAS – Christine Rimmer
The Bravos of Justice Creek Series
Harlequin Special Edition
ISBN: 978-0-373-659095-8
December 2016
Contemporary Series Romance

Justice Creek, Colorado – Present Day

Ava Malloy has been raising her daughter Sylvie alone since her husband was killed in the military several years ago. They’ve recently moved back to Justice Creek, and Ava can’t avoid Darius Bravo, the man she’s known since high school. Back then, he asked her out once, but Ava, afraid she’d only be another notch in his belt, turned him down. Darius is handsome and charming, and her daughter adores him. He’s insistent on being friends with Ava and Sylvie, but she feels all he wants is her in his bed, and then once that happens, he’d lose interest. Ava decides to counter his charm by offering one of her own: a Christmas fling that ends New Year’s Eve.

Darius is head of his own company and yes, he can have any women he wants, but he’s never forgotten Ava, the one who turned him down. She’s a wonderful mother, and all he wants is a chance to date her. She, instead, offers a temporary affair, which he agrees to. They thought things would start off slow, but hot kisses that sizzle between them lead to even hotter sex. Ava tries to shield her daughter from knowing of the affair, but Darius grows even closer to Sylvie. Ava doesn’t think Darius is a man ready to settle down, but has she miscalculated the love that’s growing between them?

Despite the years that have passed for Darius and Ava, neither has forgotten his asking her for a date and being turned down. In A BRAVO FOR CHRISTMAS they decide to find out what happens if they act upon their attraction for each other. Of course, both are now older and wiser, but is that enough to make their fling more than just a temporary one? Darius is a confirmed bachelor, yet he finds time to spend around the Blueberries girls club, where he bonds with Sylvie. Darius being liked by her little daughter is a plus for Ava, but she is still protective of introducing a man into their lives. Darius and Ava sneak around as much as they can to have sex, but even their family and friends are noticing there’s something going on between them.

A BRAVO FOR CHRISTMAS is part of the long running Bravos series by Christine Rimmer, and having never read any before, I found no difficulty in reading this book. The Bravos are a large family, and they support each other. Ava bounced around a couple of foster care homes for a few years along with her three brothers, which has her family being somewhat protective of her. Darius Bravo doesn’t fit the “family man” type mold in her brother Tom’s eyes, which leads to conflicts between the two men.

A tale which takes place around the Christmas holidays, A BRAVO FOR CHRISTMAS is an enjoyable and sexy read I highly recommend you place at the top of your Christmas reading list.

Patti Fischer


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One lucky poster can win a copy of A BRAVO FOR CHRISTMAS by posting. Open to US mailing addresses only and a winner will be announced next week. 

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

Promo and Book Giveaway: MAID UNDER THE MISTLETOE by Maureen Child

MAID UNDER THE MISTLETOE – Maureen Child
Harlequin Desire #2487
ISBN: 978-0-373-73500-6
December 2016
Contemporary Series Romance

Franklin, Idaho – Present Day

Since artist Sam Henry lost his wife and son in a car accident, he’s holed himself up in his isolated mountain cabin, with his only contact being his housekeeper, Kaye. Kaye recently left on a month-long vacation and a temporary one is lined up, but Sam is horrified when she arrives and it turns out the replacement maid, Joy Curran, is young, and has a little girl. For a man who has frozen his heart to caring about anyone, he’s suddenly finding himself attracted to his new housekeeper and kind toward her daughter. Any attempts to avoid contact is hard to do, and he’s soon unable to resist the attraction.

As a single mom, Joy is all about trying to keep her life uncomplicated for her daughter. The live-in housekeeping job proves fortunate as her house is being repaired and she promises to keep her daughter, Holly, out of Sam’s way. However, Holly is a bundle of energy and she is soon worming her way into Sam’s art studio to visit, fascinated by his creations. Joy is curious why a virile man would isolate himself from others and refuse friendships, but she honors the boundaries he has put up. Yet, it doesn’t stop her from starting to care for him.

Joy and Holly bring a ray of sunshine into Sam’s life in MAID UNDER THE MISTLETOE. Sam is a hermit and is crabby when anyone invades his space. The initial contact between Sam and Joy has him snarling at her to leave him alone. She figures she can do that, but her energetic daughter has other ideas. Holly is a sweet child who sees good in everyone, even if Sam is crabby toward her. It is through Holly that the wall Sam has erected begins to thaw. Sam and Joy start to interact, where they learn more about each other, and it leads to the realization that there is an attraction building. While getting involved might not be a good idea when he’s her employer, neither can resist the other.

MAID UNDER THE MISTLETOE features sizzling chemistry between Joy and Sam, as well as the fatherly relationship between him and Holly. At first, Sam and Joy want to avoid acting upon their feelings, but it’s hard to do when they’re living under the same roof. It takes a while before Sam opens up about the pain he experienced losing his wife and son, but being around Joy and Holly has him talking about the tragedy. It’s the Christmas holiday, and before Sam realizes it, Holly has him ready to put up a tree and decorate it. He hasn’t done anything like this since before his loss.

A wonderful holiday romance of love rising among the ashes, MAID UNDER THE MISTLETOE is a tale I highly recommend.

Patti Fischer




One lucky winner can receive a copy of MAID UNDER THE MISTLETOE by posting a comment. Open to US mailing addresses only and a winner will be announced next week.


Tuesday, December 20, 2016

Promo and Book Giveaway: THE GREEK'S CHRISTMAS BRIDE by Lynne Graham

THE GREEK’S CHRISTMAS BRIDE – Lynne Graham
Christmas with a Tycoon
, Book 2Harlequin Presents
ISBN: 978-0-373-13488-5
December 2016
Contemporary Series Romance

England and Greece – Present Day

Billionaire Apollo Metraxis has no need for marriage or any woman in his life, but the terms of his late father’s will require him to marry and produce an heir within five years or he will get nothing. Apollo doesn’t want to see the fruits of his last several years of labor building his father’s company go down the drain, so he begins a search for the right woman, one who will give him an heir but not expect love. She also mustn’t be clingy or needy, which doesn’t fit any woman he knows right now. Then his best friend mentions Pixie Robinson, the best friend of his wife, and Apollo realizes that she may be the right woman. Add in that Pixie needs money and can be discreet, she is the perfect woman to marry and bear his heir.

Pixie has barely recovered from serious injuries incurred when she was pushed down the stairs by thugs who were after her brother. Now her brother is after more money for his gambling debts and announces that his girlfriend is pregnant. Apollo’s outrageous suggestion that they marry so that she can have his child to fulfil the terms of his father’s will leaves her speechless at first, but now it seems to be the best way to help her brother. What’s five years of a loveless marriage to a cold man, but come away with a child and money to support them? The wedding goes off without a hitch, but the marriage soon runs into trouble, especially when Pixie realizes she’s falling in love with Apollo.

A marriage without love is a disaster in the making in THE GREEK’S CHRISTMAS BRIDE by Lynne Graham. Apollo’s mother died in childbirth, and he watched his father marry—and eventually divorce—a parade of women throughout the years. An only child, Apollo doesn’t want his step siblings (as per the will’s contents if he doesn’t fulfil its terms, he’ll lose everything) to get the company that he’s worked hard to help build. Apollo has dated numerous women but sees them only as arm candy and none would likely want to get pregnant nor keep the terms of the marriage secret, so he must find the right woman. Pixie needs the money and she’s a friend of his best friend and appears to be perfect. What Apollo hadn’t expected is how he ends up finding her attractive and desirable.

If Pixie didn’t need the money for her brother, she would have spurned Apollo’s proposal because the guy is a big jerk who thinks he can push her around. But Pixie doesn’t let anyone force her into doing something she doesn’t want to do. However, needs do arise and she looks upon their marriage as a business proposition. One of the requirements she put into their prenuptial agreement is that Apollo not bed other women while they’re together. In THE GREEK’S CHRISTMAS BRIDE Pixie frets that he has broken that promise. There is distrust between them that needs to be worked out before they can finally see what others already know: Pixie and Apollo are in love.

A marriage made for business soon turns to love in THE GREEK’S CHRISTMAS BRIDE. The last thing Apollo and Pixie expected was that they’d discover love. Find out if it’s the happily-ever-after kind in THE GREEK’S CHRISTMAS BRIDE.

Patti Fischer

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A copy of THE GREEK'S CHRISTMAS BRIDE will be given to one lucky poster. Post a comment and a winner will be announced next week. 
Open to US mailing addresses only.

Monday, December 19, 2016

Book winner

I used random number generator to pull a number out and the winner of GOING DEEP by Anne Calhoun is....

Fedora!

Congrats and email me at pattifischer@yahoo.com by the end of 2016.


Promo: COMPLETELY YOURS by Erin Nicholas

ABOUT THE BOOK

Title: COMPLETELY YOURS
Author: Erin Nicholas
Series: Opposites Attract, #1
On Sale: December 20, 2016
Publisher: Forever
Mass Market: $5.99 USD
eBook:  $3.99 USD

The first book in a brand new contemporary romance series from New York Times bestselling author Erin Nicholas about three geeky girls and the hunky guys who fall for them.

Kiera Connelly leads a quiet life, and that's just how she likes it. She's built a name as a graphic designer and meets up with her friends online, all from the comfort of her living room couch. But when a rare outing turns disastrous, Kiera finds herself up close and way too personal with an unbelievably hot real-life hero.

Zach Ashley doesn't see himself as a hero. He's just a regular guy who gets to help people every day as an EMT. But when he's called to a scene and has to treat his most gorgeous patient ever, he finds himself mixing work with pleasure. He never hesitates to put his life on the line...but will he ever risk his heart?

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COMPLETELY YOURS, #1
FOREVER MINE, #2



ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Erin Nicholas

Erin Nicholas is the author of sexy contemporary romances. Her stories have been described as toe-curling, enchanting, steamy and fun. She loves to write about reluctant heroes, imperfect heroines and happily ever afters. She lives in the Midwest with her husband who only wants to read the sex scenes in her books, her kids who will never read the sex scenes in her books, and family and friends who say they're shocked by the sex scenes in her books (yeah, right!).



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She was still watching the ambulance, and she nodded absently. “Okay.”
He moved in front of her and crouched to get on eye level. “You can go right over and see them at the hospital. Mass General. If you’re not family, they might not be able to tell you much, but if you can get in touch with their families, they can come and sit with you, right?”
She nodded again but Zach wasn’t sure she’d heard him. He really wanted to know that someone was going to be there with her. Shock in survivors wasn’t uncommon. The that-could’ve-been-me thing could kick in at any moment if it hadn’t already. But there was nothing like seeing someone you cared about hurt.
He put his hands on her arms again, this time rubbing up and down and just ignoring how good her skin felt against his rough palms. Mostly. He needed to comfort her more than he needed to worry about how she made him feel.
“Do you know where Mass General is?” He didn’t love the idea of her driving herself over there. She was clearly overwhelmed.
Kiera nodded. “Yes.”
“You can get there?” he asked.
She nodded again.
Okay. So…
“Zach! Let’s go!”
Zach glanced over at Reed. His co-workers needed help so he was going to be here for a while. He couldn’t be messing around, obsessing about a woman who liked to play dress-up. “Kiera, I need to go but…”
“Yeah, of course.” She shook her head and looked around. “You go.”
“But…” But nothing. She was fine, and he was needed by people who weren’t fine. “Okay.”
He had the fleeting thought that he wanted to kiss her goodbye. But that was crazy. They’d just met. In the middle of an emergency. No way should he kiss her.
Finally, he let go of her and stepped back. But not touching her didn’t do a thing to make him not want to touch her. He forced himself to turn away and head toward Reed, trying to clear his mind of green and gold sweet-smelling flowers as he went. But when he got about twenty feet from her, he glanced back.
And she was still standing there. Hugging herself. Looking lost.
Fuck.
“I’ll be right there,” he told Reed.
Reed glanced back. “Dude…”
“I know.” And he did. He needed to not be distracted. But the only way that was going to happen was if he knew for sure that Kiera was taken care of.
He jogged back to her side. “Hey princess, what’s up?”
She looked at him, and her look of confusion cleared. That made him feel stupidly good.
“I don’t have a way…”
She trailed off, and Zach frowned. “You don’t feel up to driving?”
“We brought Sophie’s car, and her fob thingy is with her.”
Ah. A little issue. “You have someone you can call?”
“I didn’t bring my phone.”
“You can use mine.”
“No one’s home. I live with Maya and Sophie,” she said. “Obviously, they’re not… there.”
Her voice wobbled, and Zach worked on not grabbing her and hugging her.
They’d just fucking met. Hugging and kissing wasn’t appropriate. Dammit.
“How about a cab?”
“I don’t have any money.”
He looked her over again, revisiting the curves he realized he’d already memorized. He could give her money for a cab of course. He could get her home. But she’d be home alone. He could get her to the hospital, but they wouldn’t talk to her and she’d be stuck in the waiting room for God knew how long. Alone.
And leaving her alone was simply something he could not do.
“You need to come with me.” He reached out and snagged her hand before he could tell himself that holding her hand was a bad idea.
Because it was. Her hand felt good in his, and the way she curled her fingers around his tightly and followed him without question felt good. And the idea that he was going to get to spend more time with her felt good. And all of that was bad. And yet, he pulled her along with him through the convention hall and into the heart of the chaos.
 “What are we doing?” she asked.
“I need to go help with some more injured. And I need you to stick with me.”
“Me? Why?”
He looked over at her. Her cape floated behind her, and for the first time, he noticed the golden sword swinging at her left hip. Damn. That was kind of hot. “Because you’re a gorgeous kick-ass warrior princess, and the people in here are gonna need some gorgeous kick-ass stuff.”
She looked at him with surprise, but as he held her gaze, he saw something that turned him on even more than her smelling like candy—a spark of determination. She pulled up straighter as she walked, and he felt her hand tighten on his.
“Kick ass. Right. I can do that.”
He smiled. “And I could use some help from an interpreter.”
“An interpreter? I speak some Spanish but that’s about it.”
“You don’t speak geek?” He hoped he wasn’t committing a faux pau in calling her, and all of this, geeky.
But she actually gave him a half smile. “Oh, geek. Yes, I’m fluent.”