Wednesday, December 30, 2020

Congratulations to Cynthia Terelst on her new release!


When two opposites collide will their differences ignite a spark?

Frankie and Sebastian live totally different lives. Lives that are entwined through polo, the sport of kings. How entangled will they become?

Austalian farmgirl, Frankie, has no interest in high society or the rich, arrogant riders she has to deal with, especially Sebastian. Her heart may be softening to his kindness and love of horses, but her brain won't be convinced. She's looking forward to her summer break on the farm, away from him...

...until her parents invite Sebastian to stay.

Sebastian has never felt comfortable in his role as the Crown Prince of Oleander. He'd rather spend his days working with horses, playing polo and being with Frankie, whose fiery spirit has set his heart aflame.

But pressure from his mother, the Queen, to return to his royal duties is mounting. Everything he desires is in danger of being ripped away.

Can Sebastian convince Frankie that his hopes and dreams aren't so different from hers, or is he destined to return to a life he doesn't want, alone?


“Princes have many talents I’m sure you’re not aware of.”

“Such as?” She turned to face me; her body so close I could feel her breasts pressing against my chest.

“We like to roll around under the covers as well.”

“Is that so?” Her breath brushed against my lips. Her body pushed against mine, sending electricity through me. I imagined her standing there in her lace bra and matching knickers. I wrapped one arm around her back pulling her tightly against me. The other cupped the back of her head, tangled in her pony tail. Her lips met mine and opened and I sought out her tongue. Her hands found their way around my back and held tight.

I couldn’t let her go. I wouldn’t. I’d wanted to kiss her like this for months. This was so much better than what I’d imagined. My erection pressed against her. I deepened the kiss, holding her tight. She sighed into my mouth.

I shouldn’t have kissed her. I shouldn’t have invited her down the road of misery I would soon be facing. Only one of us should have a broken heart.

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Sunday, December 20, 2020

Congratulations to Daryl Devore on her latest release!


What do dragons, knights and romance have in common? Grab a copy of multi-published author Daryl Devore’s medieval fantasy romance – The Last Dragon and discover the answer.

A sorcerer craving dominance merged with a dragon, the power overwhelmed him causing him to split into three dragons. Demora ruled thought, but was lost in time. Yidithe offered protection, shining like the light of the sun. Ayrradex craved chaos, revelling in destroying souls.

Many knights died, attempting to slay the devil beast. One knight, Prince Hawkyns, did not fear death. He’d lost everything. Away on a mission when Ayrradex attacked his fathers kingdom, Penrythe, Hawkyns returned to find his noble father – feeble and defeated. His wise mother – crazed. His beautiful wife and unborn child - dead. Only a pile of ashes remained for him to bury. He knelt before his King and vowed to slay the devil-beast or be slain.

Derry was born with powers that terrified her parents. They delivered her to a nunnery to be raised in secret. Jathe, a wise sorceress, discovered the young girl and trained her to one day use the secret hidden in her soul.

Legends spoken around campfires hinted the sole way to destroy Ayrradex was when the hearts of a knight and a golden dragon became one. But after a vicious battle with Ayrradex, the golden dragon was thought to be dead.

Can Prince Hawkyns’s bravery and Derry’s powers end the reign of the devil-beast’s terror?


A monk raced to the side of the abbot. “People at the gate. With torches and knives and… and… The monastery is attacked. They want the babe.” He clutched at his chest, trying to inhale air.

Hawkyns slipped his arm through the shield’s straps and gripped his weapon. Derry could sense the anger building in him. It wasn’t evil anger. It was the anger of a knight knowing he must right an injustice.

“Derry, stay back here. Take the horse and hide in the herbarium. I will get the child and return.”

The abbot stood in front of Hawkyns, barring his attack. “Ye cannot kill anyone within the walls of the abbey. This is a place of peace. Of God.”

Hawkyns flinched. “But if they kill yer brothers?”

The monk lowered his head. “'Tis God’s will.”

Hawkyns’ knuckles turn white from the grip on his sword. Frustrated anger filled his brow.

Father Jacobus raised his hand. “Do not fight me on this, my son. Swear, in the eyes of God, that ye will not kill within the walls of Baswich Abbey.”

Hawkyns knelt and placed the point of his sword on the ground and rested his forehead on the cross-shaped hilt. “I swear I will kill no one on abbey grounds.”

The abbot made the sign of the cross over him. “Go. Save the child.”

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Friday, December 18, 2020

Rumor has it...

Rumor has it Santa is leaving a lot of books under the tree this year! Books make great gifts and many of mine are 35 percent off until December 31, including:

Kinky Briefs,

Kinky Briefs, Too,  

Kinky Briefs, Thrice, 

Kinky Briefs, Quatro, 

Kinky Briefs, Cinque, 

The Garage Dweller, 

A Touchdown to Remember, 

The President’s Wife, 

Snatching Dianna, 

The President’s Daughter,


Seizing Hope,



The White House Wedding,


Today in The Loft: Author J. L. Regen!

Joining me today in The Loft is author Joan Ramirez, who writes as J.L. Regen. Joan writes contemporary and historical romance. She holds an M.S. in Business, Medical, and Technical Journalism, as well as degrees in English as a Second Language and Education. A published photojournalist, Joan has published three non-fiction books and a variety of articles on topics ranging from cochlear implants to the economy. She has taught English as a Second Language around the globe and conducts workshops on the nuances of business communications for managers and start-up companies. Joan lives in New York City.

Author J. L. Regen

S:  Welcome, Joan. Thanks for joining me today!

Why did you become a writer?

J:  My love of writing. I was intrigued with the concept of a romance novel. A love story.

S:  Do you write full or part-time? Do you have a job or other responsibilities?

J:  I am building up to writing full-time right now. I still teach, so I balance both worlds.

S:  Did you undergo any sort of educational or other preparation to become a writer?

J:  I have an M.S. in Specialized Journalism, but I think I inherited my creativity from my beloved mother.

S:  As a former journalist, I know writing romance tosses you into very different world. Suddenly, all the rules ingrained in you no longer apply. That make the transition difficult.

Did you have a mentor when you became a writer?

J:  Yes. Isabelle Holland, who wrote “The Man Without A Face.” A brilliant and gracious lady.

S:  Complete this sentence: “When I started writing books, I wish I had known…”

J: challenging it was to balance a job, home life, and writing. I would not have been so hard on myself.

S:  (Smiles.) Even as a writer, work-life balance is important.

Why did you write "Secret Desires?" What was your inspiration?

J:  I wrote this book to give people second chances at love. A friend was my inspiration. She found love at 70.

S:  That's wonderful! That gives me hope that at my age, a second chance at love is possible!

Is there anything about this book that makes it special to you?  To readers?

J:  This book is special because it was my first romance, and everyone likes to see lovers in love.

Here's the blurb--

Nothing in Margo Simmon’s life comes easy. She can’t claim the inheritance on a condo apartment her uncle has left her until she is gainfully employed in a job for a year. She meets the man of her dreams but anguishes over a loving relationship because he is still emotionally tied to his deceased wife. With great difficulty, she becomes the guardian to a recently orphaned child she has been tutoring. Margo evolves from an insecure, newbie elementary teacher into a woman determined to fulfill the secret desires locked in her heart. My story speaks to anyone who has suffered a loss and had to start over.

S:  Where can readers buy "Secret Desires?"

J:  It's available from the following booksellers--


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S:  Joan, thanks so much for joining me today! If you'd like to learn more about Joan and her books, please visit--




Saturday, December 12, 2020

Share a miracle!


At Christmas time, everyone deserves a miracle!

David Wright is dying from cancer. He is not expected to see another Christmas. At least that’s what the medical professionals say. Fortunately, Santa begs to differ. After all, modern medicine is nothing more than a best guess. Santa believes anything is possible until you give up.

When Santa tells David’s wife, Joan, that heaven is full and she has to keep her husband alive, she is beside herself. She has no medical skills. How can she save anyone’s life? Set your skepticism aside as Santa embraces a family already mourning their father’s terminal diagnosis and teaches them that a Christmas miracle doesn’t always require heavenly intervention. Sometimes, all it takes is a family with enough love to create their own. As Santa says, a true miracle is when love combines with action to get the desired results. And only humans are capable of that.

Will Santa’s words fall on deaf ears? Or will Team Wright find a way to save their father’s life.


“It’s not about you, it’s about him, Joan.,” a grumbly voice said. “You’re looking at this all wrong.”

Joan turned so fast she almost lost her balance. She glared at the old man who had spoken. He was around seventy, with ruddy cheeks and twinkling blue eyes. And thick white hair. Lots of white hair. Flowing over his shoulders, winding up in a very lush beard. On top of his head was perched a brightly colored red knit hat. She frowned. “Wait a minute. You’re Santa Claus. Without the red suit, but clearly, you’re him. I’d know you anywhere.”

The man bowed and with a smile, said, “At your service.” He gestured toward a park across the street. “Let’s take a walk.”

“Oh, no. I’m not going anywhere with you.” Joan shook her head. “I didn’t mean you actually were Santa Claus. Everyone knows he doesn’t exist. I just meant you looked like him. You’re just a man who looks like him. I don’t know you. Why would I…” She glared at him. “You’re not even wearing a red suit. And since when has Santa taken up armchair psychiatry?”  She ran a hand through her blonde hair. “I must be hallucinating.” Despite her objections, she followed him across the street.

Santa laughed. “My dear, I have been dispensing advice since I was old enough to talk and make people listen. God chose my role a long time ago and I have gotten very good at it.” He looked toward the heavens. “Sorry, old boy. Still working on that humility!” He chuckled. “Man never stops reminding me.” He smiled at Joan. “Do you sense any ill-intentions from me? Of course not. I’m Santa. All I want to do is talk.”

Joan reached out and touched his shoulder.

He laughed again. A laugh that came directly from his belly. “Yes, I’m real. Well, as real as a centuries-old spirit gets. I even eat all those cookies children leave me each year. And let me tell you, that’s a heavenly feat.” Again, he looked skyward. “Yes, sir, I am well aware that borders on gluttony. A sin. You know darn well it has nothing to do with gluttony and everything to do with the magic of Christmas, an affirmation that Santa is real. I do it for the children.” He smiled at Joan. “Sometimes, He gets a little overbearing with his angels.”

He smirked. “Even God has his faults. He is by no means perfect.” A strong wind swirled through the plaza, nearly catching his knitted cap. He clapped his hand on his head to hold it down. He whispered, “And he doesn’t take criticism too well, either.”

Joan stared at the man. Surely, she was losing it. Santa a spirit, an angel? He and God didn’t even travel in the same circles. She shook her head, trying to make the hallucination go away.

Santa sighed. “I know, I know. You’ve been taught that I’m not real. That I’m a myth. That’s a rumor started by Satan himself, the old devil. He can’t stand the fact that people embrace the goodness in the world. And that I spread good cheer. He would much rather unleash a plague and make people miserable. He hates Christmas. He hates that the birth of Christ is celebrated, and his birth, well, is not. He really can’t stand the fact that love binds people so tightly during the holidays.” Santa shook his fist toward the ground. “The fool pouts all through the holidays.” He then sat up straight and gazed at Joan. “Christmas is really about love, you know. All kinds of love. The type of love he’ll never have. Love of family, love of children, love of—”

“What the heck do you want?” Joan blurted. “People are starting to stare.”

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Friday, December 11, 2020

This week in The Loft: Author Liese Sherwood-Fabre!

Joining me today in The Loft is award-winning author Liese Sherwood-Fabre. Liese writes romance, thrillers, and short stories. Born and raised in Dallas, Texas, she spent much of her adult life in fascinating places. While completing her PhD in Sociology at Indiana University, she learned two valuable lessons: You can't edit what you don't have down on paper and the power of keeping things simple. Her characters and stories are inspired from places she has lived and visited, including Washington, D.C., Honduras, Mexico, and Moscow. Liese and her family now live in Dallas. 

Author Liese Sherwood-Fabre

S:  Good morning, Liese! Thanks for joining me in The Loft today.

Why did you become a writer?

L:  I’ve always been an avid reader. I remember being introduced to Nancy Drew mysteries in the fourth grade and saving up my babysitting money to buy one whenever possible. In the eighth grade, we had the choice of going to the library or staying in study hall. I would go each day to the library, check out a book, finish it in the evening, and return it the next day. Along the way, I thought, “I could do this,” and entered more than one Scholastic writing contest through my public school years. I never won anything, but I never gave up trying. After my children were born, I decided to try my hand again, penning a story promptly rejected by a Science Fiction magazine. Rather than be discouraged, I choose to continue making an effort to get published.

S:  Did you undergo any sort of educational or other training to become a writer?

L:  I had been living abroad and finished my first novel overseas. After getting rejected everywhere I submitted it, we moved back to the States, and I decided it was time to get some professional guidance. The local community college offered creative writing classes that I could take either for credit or non-credit. Short story and novel writing were alternatively offered during the academic year. I took these for several years. I found the critiques I received from the professors and the other students insightful. I also got over most of my fear about others reading my work. After several cycles of these courses, during which I developed a portfolio of short stories as well as a first draft of at least two novels, I decided I needed a new perspective. Incredibly, I learned the Romance Writers of America was holding their annual conference in Dallas and attended. I knew no one but met many kind and interested people who encouraged me to join the local chapter. The monthly meetings and workshops provided through this group—not to mention the friendships and support from a critique group of other writers—pushed me to the publication level.

S:  Obviously, you had the desire and the drive necessary to succeed. That's so important in this industry.

Did you have a mentor?

L:  There were two professors at the community college that I truly appreciate for both their encouragement and guidance. Even after I no longer took classes at the college, one—Nancy Castillo Jones—continued to read and critique my work, as well as offered friendship and encouragement as I submitted and published. She passed away after a short battle with cancer and I dedicated my first published novel to her.

S:  Complete this sentence--"As a writer, my dream is to…"

L:  Make it on a bestseller list. While this may sound pretentious, I don’t mean to be. When I first started writing, I had a casual conversation one day with a motivational speaker who asked about my goals. She told me that when the “Chicken Soup” writers started out, they had a sign over their desk that read something like “One million books sold.” Without such an objective, it is easy to lose track of your destination. To make a bestseller list, I have to write good books others want to read, and that certainly sounds like an appropriate goal.

S:  (Smiles.) Every author wishes for that. Hard to accomplish, but that wish keeps us writing.  

What is your writing process?

L:  Most writers will tell you they are either a “plotter” or a “pantser.” That is, some writers will develop extensive outlines before they begin writing. They know exactly where the story is going and how the characters will move through the plot from beginning to end. I’ve even read of some who, given this approach, will be able to identify specific areas that need to be researched and complete that as well before writing the first draft. I admire and envy such writers because I’m a complete pantser—someone who writes by the seat of her pants. I have no idea where I’m going until I get there, letting the characters lead me through the journey. I do know the end in a vague way. A mystery will have a solution. With a romance, it's happy ending. The world is saved in a thriller. I tend to write linearly. I start at the beginning and keep going. When I get stuck, I consider possible plot complications—the more perilous, the better. This requires me to stop at times to research something I never knew I needed to know about until then. At this point, I have to be disciplined because it’s easy to go down a rabbit hole chasing after fun and interesting facts that might or might not be related to what I’m writing. In the end, I have a hot mess--plot holes, too much/too little description, a plot thread that goes nowhere--that I have to organize into a coherent story. That’s where outlining and other techniques come in handy. But for me, the unexpected directions are just part of the joy of writing.

S:  (Nods.) I've always been a  "pantser." I couldn't do outlines in school and thankfully, I didn't need them as a journalist. There was no time.

Why did you write "The Adventure of the Murdered Gypsy? What was your inspiration?

K:  One day, while on the treadmill--I get my best ideas slogging along--I wondered about how Sherlock Holmes became Sherlock Holmes. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle provided little in the way of this character’s history or family prior to meeting Watson—perfect if one was interested in writing an origin story. Both Sherlock and Mycroft had exceptional intellectual abilities, but someone had to nurture these traits. I chose their mother to be both teacher and mentor in such areas. During the Victorian period, the mother was in charge of the household, including the children’s education. At the same time, they led very restricted lives. I developed a woman with a mind as keen as her sons’, but without the outlet the boys were offered. In addition, because country squires--Sherlock mentioned his ancestors were country squires--served as local magistrates, I crafted their father to provide an introduction into the law and criminal activity. Given such an environment, the rest was "fictional" history. 

S:  Is there anything about this book that makes it special to you? To readers?

L:  The family dynamics are fascinating to explore. Of course, the two sons experience sibling rivalry, and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle shared some of this in his works. Giving each different personalities and playing them off one another has been interesting. Also, giving their parents different perspectives that at times conflict with one another increases the undercurrents within the home. Squire Holmes is very concerned with the law and not skirting it. Mrs. Holmes sees no problem in sidestepping it when needed. Regardless, the family pulls together and works toward a common goal because of the love they have each other.

Here's the blurb--

What’s Christmas without surprises?

It’s winter 1867 at Underbyrne, the Holmes family estate. The house is filled with family, relatives, and three unexpected arrivals—all ready to celebrate the holidays. That is, until another uninvited guest appears: dead in the stables.

The discovery marks the beginning of a series of bizarre occurrences: Sherlock’s young cousin reports hearing footsteps outside the nursery, Mycroft suddenly falls head-over-heels in love, and the family learns more than one person under their roof harbors secrets.

Is someone in the household a murderer? Sherlock must discover the dead man's identity before another unwelcomed body materializes.

S:  Sounds fascinating! Where can readers buy your book?

L:  It's available from major booksellers, including-- 


Barnes and Noble 


Apple Books

S:  Liese, thanks so much for joining me today. If you would like to learn more about Liese and her books, please visit--




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Wednesday, December 9, 2020

Congratulations to Lisabet Sarai on her latest release!


Mistletoe kisses, Yuletide passion and a sprinkling of kink

Kick off the festive season with this red-hot celebration of holiday love. An aging author of kinky romance surrenders to the charm of her rock star neighbor. A selfish, cynical stock broker finds himself rescued by a spunky homeless girl. On her Dom husband’s orders, a devoted submissive provides Christmas service to his best friend. A gay grad student moonlighting at a sex shop discovers it’s definitely worthwhile to stay open on Christmas Eve.

 Let Lisabet warm you up with a generous portion of comfort, joy and sensual pleasure.

 Excerpt (from “Cherry Pie and Mistletoe”)

“Wait! Just a minute. This is silly. We’re not teenagers. We need a bed.”

He chuckled. “There’s a sleep cubby behind the cab of my rig, but we’d be packed in like sardines. I actually think the booth’d be more comfortable.”

I giggled. “I did have sex in the back of an eighteen wheeler once, when I was hitching to the West Coast. A long time ago… Anyway, that won’t be necessary. Come home with me.”

“Huh? What about the truck?”

“Leave it here. My house is just down the road. An easy walk.” I clambered off the bench. “Give me a sec to close things up here and we can go.”

Bushy eyebrows knotted together, Dave looked doubtful. “You sure, Marnie? You wanna bring a total stranger into your home?”

“You’re no stranger,” I replied, turning off the coffee machine and flipping light switches. “You ate my pie.” I stepped into the kitchen to lock the back door and grab my jacket. “And I ate you,” I added , when I’d rejoined him in the main room of the diner. “I’d say we were pretty well acquainted.”

I left the little Christmas tree on, its lights twinkling through the fogged windows, but shut down the main sign. The neon Indian chief above the steel plated roof faded into darkness. Hand in hand, Dave and I stepped out of the vestibule, into the calm, cold night.

The wind had died and, as predicted, the messy precipitation of earlier had turned to snow. White flakes tumbled around us like feathers after a pillow fight. They landed on my cheeks, each one a tiny, icy prickle on my warm skin. I filled my lungs with the clean, frigid air, feeling more alive than I could remember.

A couple of inches had already accumulated, on the ground and on the hood of Dave’s shiny green cab. He was right; the tractor-trailer took up the entire parking area. I squeezed his fingers, then brushed my other hand across his groin. “That’s a big rig you have there,” I commented. “Must be hard to handle.”

“I’ve never had any problems,” he replied, reaching around my back to palm my breast. He grinned down at me, his curly hair dusted with glittering snowflakes. “Now where’s this house of yours? Or should I ravish you right here in front of your diner?”

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Friday, December 4, 2020

This week in The Loft: Author Lil DeVille!

Joining me today in The Loft is author Cara Hartley, who writes under the pseudonym Lil DeVille. While she claims to be a "boring, middle-aged lady who writes interesting stories," her 12-book Carnal Invasion series focuses on the erotic adventures of two shapeshifting aliens who pose as attractive young women in the human world. The men they meet are in for one heck of a wild ride! In the real world, Cara works as a writer, copyeditor, proofer, and reviewer.

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S:  Good morning, Lil! Thanks for joining me today!

Why did you become a writer?

L:  I’ve always loved writing and art, even as a very young child. I think that my writing has improved since childhood, although some may debate that. My art, not so much.

S:  What makes you unique--as a writer or a person?

L:  Oh, I’m just a glorious little bundle of uniqueness. Most people don’t appreciate it.

S:  (Chuckles.) Which means you tend to surprise people and that can be a good thing, mostly.

What attracted you to the romance genre?

L:  Some of what I write contains romance, but I don’t write romance per se, and it generally isn’t my first choice when I’m looking for something to read.

S:  There has always been some debate over what level of romance puts a book in the romance category. As a reader, I have found that many romance "labels" are inappropriate for the tale to which they are assigned. 

What other genres do you write in?

L:  Fantasy, horror, paranormal, science fiction. I also write nonfiction and poetry.

S:  How would you like to be remembered? What do you want your tombstone to say?

L:  I doubt I’ll have a tombstone, but if I did, it would say, “Buy my books.”

S:  Why did you write the Carnel Invasion series? What was your inspiration?

L:  I honestly wrote the first story as a joke. I read this post about making money writing erotica, and I took some of the tropes and wrote "Coming to Earth." I developed a bit of a soft spot for this silly story and its characters.

S:  (Smiles.) Everyone has a different motivation. The important thing is, you put pen to paper and began to spin your tales.

Is there anything about your books that makes them special to you? To readers?

L:  I doubt that most people will see anything but a silly smut story. For example, in "Coming to Earth," a geeky guy loses his virginity to a couple of shape-shifting aliens who take on the appearance of two attractive young women. I have a soft spot in my heart for Gandy. He doesn’t think he’s anything special, but the aliens can see that he is.

S:  Tell me about "The Carnal Invasion Collection, Volume I."

L:  The Carnal Invasion series features a group of naive, yet naughty, shape-shifting aliens who need large amounts of energy to maintain their Earthly forms. The quickest way to get the energy they need is sex, and lots of it. This collection contains the first four books in the series--"Coming to Earth, "Gettin' Down on the Farm," "Stripped to Please: Precious and Exotic," and "Lust School." Compact, but packed with heat, these naughty little numbers are sure to make fans of explicit erotic action happy. 

S:  I love naughty aliens! Your books sound entertaining! Where can readers buy "The Carnel Invasion Collection, Volume I?"

L:  It can be purchased at--

S:  Lil, thanks so much for joining me today. If you would like to learn more about Lil DeVille and her books, please visit--

Other ways to connect with Lil and Naughty Netherworld Press--

Sometimes Lil turns into Ornery Owl and flies off to the Readers Roost blog where she does book promos and reviews. During those times, she can be found at--