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Saturday, March 17, 2012

Ginny's Capture - by Ellie Heller

Ellie Heller is a new old author. By that I mean she has been helping other writers hone their craft while putting her own dream on hold. Now, "Ginny's Capture," Ellie's debut story, has been released by Noble Romance Publishing as part of their Lesbians vs Zombies: The Musical Revue line.

Take a look, then buy the book.

Two years ago, Deidra Montague royally screwed up with Guinevere. Now, Dee secretly works for the fae council, breaking up potential zombie swarms, while Ginny—a mortal—attends grad school, preparing for a career helping survivors of zombie attacks.

Even apart, Dee still watches over Ginny. How could she not, after learning that the woman she betrayed has been blessed as her mate?

Now, students from Ginny's school are dropping out in alarming numbers and turning up infected with the zombie virus. When Dee finds out, she decides it's time to extract her mate from the mounting peril. Only she arrives to find Ginny in the thick of things, trying to solve the problem herself. Just like old times.

With drugged-up zombies everywhere, casket sales on the rise, and saccharine bubblegum pop music constantly playing in the background, Dee decides it's time to lay her heart on the line. Because she's the only one who's going to capture Ginny.

When you're fae and your ordained mate is a former mortal lover, rescuing her from zombies is the easy part . . . .


Chapter One

Deidra silently ran up the concrete stairs in the rear of the library. Last time she'd been on a university campus, the story behind the zombie virus had just broken and anti-military sentiment ran high. After a hellish day fending off protestors and the media instead of recruiting for ROTC, she'd sworn up and down she'd not set foot on campus again. But that was before students at this school—Ginny's school—began dropping out to become zombies, voluntarily. She'd had no choice but to go back on her word.

Her old army buddies would have ribbed her mercilessly. Good thing she now worked for the fae council instead.

Regardless of the ribbing, Dee would have come. Guinevere took her MSW courses here. She lived on campus, in one of the dorms, for who knows what reason. With the school a powder keg waiting to blow, naturally Ginny stood right in the middle.

Deidra couldn't sit by and watch the explosion. She needed to get Ginny out of there.

Huey, a hulking Viking of a man with a Were's leadership tattoos on his temples, waited on the landing. Four of his packmates flanked him.

"You want me to go ahead and secure the area?" he asked.

Deidra nodded. "Stay out of sight of our target. I'll disable the floor's sound system, then join you."

Unlike some of the fae and fully turned zombies, she could survive the subsonic waves piped along with the music. She didn't want the constant distraction, though, not tonight. In the service stairs, she quickly located the recently added wires and cut them. The students here were lucky the school could afford to rewire the building and install the special speakers. State schools did not fare so well.

The insistent buzz across her bones ceased.

Huey stuck his head out the door. "We're set. Just a heads up: she has company."


"Some leggy blonde who looks like the suburban idea of a rock whore."

Crap, the description fit Lilah Dantowitz to a tee. Deidra needed to get Guinevere away from her before the shit hit the fan. Behind Huey, the sound of the women's voices drifted.

"Make sure you detail someone to fix the wires when we leave," she whispered, before heading into the maze of bookshelves.

She followed the chatter, halting the moment Guinevere's voice became clear. The soft alto brought back too many memories. A shiver of desire raced through Deidra, leaving her flushed.

"I have a bunch of stuff I need to get done so I can spend tomorrow with you. Why don't you text me the time? I promise I'll be there," Ginny said. "Besides, I see Brad on his way, and I'm pretty sure he's going to want your attention for the rest of the night."

What was Ginny getting into? Deidra took a deep breath, her heart racing. Then she took another. Faint but distinct, the fetid odor of a zombie permeated the air. She moved closer, to get a good view and a better scent.

The blonde bimbo sauntered away, tucked under the arm of a brute. The rotting-flesh smell emanated from one of them, and she'd bet that meant Lilah. She had to be close to fully turned to smell like death, but she didn't look it, and none of the reports or videos had shown her acting like it.

Papa Dantowitz could afford drugs strong enough to keep his daughter "normal," even at this stage.

In spite of all their surveillance of the Dantowitz crime family, she'd seen nothing to indicate one of the children was infected. Having a family member with the virus was an interesting development, especially if the family actually was recruiting students.

Guinevere shut her laptop, then slid the slim rectangle into her bag. Ready to leave? That wouldn't do at all.

Deidra settled herself atop a desk out of Guinevere's sightline and away from the rancid smell.
"Still hanging out with young'uns, I see."

Guinevere froze in place. Then, slowly, she turned her face to Deidra. Those eyes, those impossibly cornflower blue eyes, gave her a thorough once over. "I've kept worse company."

Deidra tried in vain to stop the blush heating her cheeks. Seeing Guinevere redden as well didn't help her feel any less pricked by the jab. The Goddess had given her a hard task, to repair the breach between them. She bit her tongue to keep from saying anything, knowing Guinevere's Southern charm would impel her to fill the silence.

But Deidra caved first. She heard herself say, "Ilona explained to me what you were doing."

Shit, she hadn't meant to blurt that out.

Guinevere closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "As I recall, I did too."

"You certainly tried, but I wasn't listening." Stupid, stupid to bring this up now. Her group likely hung on every word.

Guinevere lifted her head and glared at Deidra. "And whose fault was that?"


They held each other's gaze, but Guinevere didn't respond.

Deidra knew this wasn't the time to explain herself. She looked away first. "I didn't come here for that. Well, I did, but there are more pressing reasons."

"Which are?"

"We have had a security breach, and your father's unit has been targeted. Zombies are being used en masse to break into homes and kidnap families."

With an oddly pensive look, Guinevere flipped her blond hair out of the way before sliding on her backpack. "How long do I have?"

"Give me a couple of days, and I'll text you the time and location." Deidra gave her a hard look.
"Don't do anything foolish this weekend. Stay on campus until we can extract you."

Guinevere raised her eyebrows. "Do I do foolish things?"

"All the damn time," Deidra said, with an exasperated sigh. "Will you stay on campus?"

Guinevere nodded.

Deidra lifted her wrist to her face, still keeping an eye on Guinevere. Entirely for show, as the Weres could hear every word, she pressed a button on her large wristband. "Amazon Two, we're out of here."

"Congrats on the group," Guinevere said.

Surprising. Oh, wait, she didn't know what kind of group Deidra ran, just that she was giving orders.

"Thank you," Deidra replied, and then, because she couldn't help it. "This group's okay, but I've had better."

The surprise in Guinevere's eyes counterbalanced the snort of a Were behind her. Good thing Guinevere couldn't hear the muffled laugh. Time to go. Stepping back, Deidra ducked behind the nearest set of shelves and then hurried to the rear stairs. On the way, she pulled out her phone and typed in the text message that would carry the spy program for Ginny's cell.

"You're looking great." Definitely the truth. Two years of grad school had been good to Guinevere. No longer on the thin side of lean and with her glorious blonde hair down past her shoulders, Guinevere looked content. Unfortunately, her contentment was about to be shot. Deidra couldn't keep her safe here anymore. She needed to get Ginny off campus.

Not to mention being without her mate led Dee to make poor decisions. Not safe for herself, much less for the men she now commanded.

"So that's her," Huey commented.

"Yep. Hands off," Deidra said, flinching as they hit the stairs and the humming music resumed. "The tall, leggy one you can have."

The Weres made various retching sounds. They'd smelled the decay caused by the zombie virus too. They staggered out the rear door of the building, holding their noses and throats and bellies.
Laughing, she shushed them, not wanting their group to draw attention in the frozen tundra of the parking lot.

Once everyone had settled in the van, with Huey at the wheel, one of the Weres grinned toothily at her. "Next time, boss, remember we like them when they don't smell like maggot-food."

"And we like them stacked."

"Nah, more than a handful is a waste. Me, I like a nice, round ass."

Traveling across town, Deidra listened to their increasingly ribald qualifications, wondering if she'd become one of the boys or if they were simply testing her limits. Finally, her phone vibrated, letting her know Guinevere's recent messages had downloaded. She checked them over, carefully shielding the light to protect the Weres' night vision.

"Guys." Her sharp voice stilled the discussion on how to tell if a woman might give good head. "We need to go over and stake out Smithbrook Coffin Company."

She looked over the group, their faces now serious; these days, caskets and zombies went hand in hand. "Looks like the Dantowitz kid and Ginny will be heading over there in the morning. I want to check it out before they arrive."

A series of grunts acknowledged they understood.

"Food first?" one of the recruits asked, as they pulled into the Were-owned strip mall where they'd left their cars.

Goddess save her from young Weres and their grocery bills. "Food first. We'll need to pick up extra munitions as well. Plan to meet back here at oh-two-hundred hours."

Huey turned off the engine and cracked open a window. They all took a deep sniff of the freezing air from the early March night. No zombie stench—they were clear. The Weres exited the side doors en masse before scattering to their rides.

"You heading back with me? Ezzy would love to see you," Huey offered.

Ah, she didn't think so. Given the pheromones he shot off right now, he'd prefer to be alone with his wife. "No, thanks, I need to make a report and get some specialized weapons. Tell Ezzy I'll catch up with her later."

As soon as she closed the door, the van took off. She ran to her car and headed out too. She had just enough time to get to her private stash of weapons and back before they were to meet up again.

By then, hopefully, she'd have figured out how to convince Guinevere she was sorry and that they should be together. Forever. The Goddess clearly didn't believe in easy paths.

Monday, March 12, 2012

Babs Martin "Whiskey and Water"

Babs Martin performs in-your-face music born of small clubs and life on the road. She's fresh, talented, and well worth a listen.
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Saturday, March 10, 2012

Under the Gun - Michael Mandrake -- AND a chat with Sharita Lira!!

Sharita Lira is the living host to several talented voices, including Michael Mandrake. She generously agreed to spend some time here today. So, allow me to introduce Sharita to those of you who may not be familiar with her:

Sharita lives east of me in the remote community of Chicago...

...where she gets along well with her neighbors.

She enjoys quiet time...

...and recycling shopping bags.

Please welcome my friend, Sharita Lira.

Q) What inspired you to write professionally?

SL: Something in my head went off and said, hey you need to do something you love to do and maybe try making a little money off it. Oh and the friends encouraged me as well.

Q) Writing fiction, erotic or otherwise, takes a writer out of their everyday life and comfort zone. To go there, writers usually insert themselves in one familiar place. I know one author who actually does his best writing in Starbucks. Another rented a room above a garage two blocks from her house. Where do you write?
SL: I write at the kitchen table most of the time only because there really isn’t room anywhere else in the house at the moment. We’re looking to create a writing space now. J

Q) As a writer, what is your ultimate goal?

SL: My ultimate goal is to satisfy my readers with stories that evoke emotion, engage and teach. I strive to get better at this everyday. I read all I can from other experienced authors, I research topics, articles on writing. I take classes as well.

Q) How do you juggle home, career, family, and writing?

SL: I really suck at it. It seems I never have enough time in the day especially now that I work outside my house but I still sucked at it when I was home all day. My family needs more attention. Just ask them. *giggles*

Q) Why did you choose to write under a pen name, and how did you decide what name to use?

SL: Well I technically have 4. 3 professional pennames. Michael Mandrake, Rawiya, and BLMorticia and then my fanfic name SaharaDuran. Michael is the gay male muse. I wanted something different and I thought Mandrake fit. Also, I recently learnd Mandrake had something to do with gay males. *laughs* Rawiya is Indian for storyteller. Rawiya ia the sensual muse that tells contemporary romances regardless of orientation. Then, BLMorticia ia my original writing muse. At 19, I begun writing under this name when posting at ERWA. She’s my oldest muse and the snarky one who is the rebel of the group. They’re all facets of my personality.

Q) Briefs or boxers on your men? Why?

SL: Boxer briefs? IK, I just like them. I prefer none at all.

Q) Silk or satin sheets? What color? Why?

SL: Black satin sheets are sexy!

Q) What have you had to sacrifice to become a writer?

SL: The rest of my sanity. *laughs* Oh like I had some. *giggles* Erm, I’d say time with my friends. They don’t get that I don’t like to go out as much anymore.

Q) When the day arrives you have to stop writing, what's the one thing you hope your readers will remember?
SL: I hope that never happens. I wanna write till I die! But if it did, I want the readers to remember how I write with an open mind and try to engage and inspire my readers.

Thanks David, here is my gay male muses new book, Under the Gun!

Camdyn Hardy is a former cop who has his own private investigator business. Due to a misunderstanding from a client, he gets into an argument with his lover Tay. Right after, they breakup Camdyn is left alone to think about his future as a PI and his love life.
Malik Day was recently discharged under the DADT policy and is looking to get his life on track The main reason he joined was because he dreamed of being a ranking officer. Now that it’s been taken away, he desires to start his life anew and find someone to share it with.

After two weeks the men meet at a shooting range and find out they have a lot in common. Once they engage in a one on one match, they proceed to a bar to have drinks and get to know one another better.  They both discover their affinity for guns as well as Camdyn’s need for a new partner at Camdyn & Associates. Malik is intrigued but afraid to ask him and decides to wait till they are closer. Camdyn is excited about this prospect as well but waits for Malik to say the word. Finally, in an erotic encounter, true feelings are revealed.

In subsequent books, the story continues where the twosome begin their work and love relationship. Together they’ll take on cases investigating cheating husbands or wives, companies with defector employees all the while trying to maintain their newfound commitment to one another as well as having a little fun in the process.

When he made it to the office, he signed the necessary papers and waited as the man finished his transaction. Lazily, he leaned on the counter and nonchalantly glanced at a hot looking man that stood less than twenty feet away. Malik grinned and moistened his lips in the gorgeous stranger’s direction.


The attractive guy gave him more than an eye and winked. Obviously, he plays on my team. His lush brown-and-blond hair barely kissed his shoulders. Beautiful azure eyes the same color as the Pacific. Lips so slim and kissable, Malik knew he could enjoy them for hours. Wicked visions crossed his mind as he eyed the scruff on the man’s cheeks. He liked a little roughness when making love.

The snug, black shirt fit well, hugging his bulging muscles. Malik eyed the ink that peeked from under one sleeve and salivated. His skinny, black jeans clung to his taut buttocks; Malik’s own trousers felt a little tight in the crotch. “Mhmmm.” Malik tried to keep his stares from being obvious to the clerk. 

Would the hot man like to play with him a little? Malik sure hoped so.

It had been a long while since his last fuck. He’d spent the time searching for employment, going to job fairs, and not getting any call backs. Malik had remained so focused on getting a job; he’d ignored the signals of his groin needing a release from other than his own hand. Too long. He headed for the door and wished the handsome man would follow.

Maybe it’s time to stop looking for work and attempt to find a man.

Just when he stepped out, a voice stopped him. 


Malik slowly turned around. It was indeed him, the hottie he’d been eyeing. It shocked Malik to see the guy was actually speaking to him. “Hello.” Malik was taken aback by the guy speaking to him, but he guessed he warranted a greeting when they exchanged more than a passing glance.

The man stepped closer to him and held out his hand. “Name’s Camdyn. And you are?”
“Malik.” He accepted the handshake and returned it firmly. “Nice to meet you.” He raised an eyebrow.

“Same here.” Malik noticed Camdyn continued to hold on to his palm. Of course he didn’t mind; it felt unexpectedly soft and warm. “Um, you been comin’ here a while?”
“Yeah, I um…” Malik stopped short and bit his lip. He tried not to sound too excited. This was the last place he’d expected to be picked up at. The shooting range? Malik would’ve never thought of this place to meet other gay men. 

“I been around, but I just got back in town.”

“Yeah? I’m guessin’ from the getup you served in the Army.”

“Uh huh… I um… yeah, let’s go outside.” Quickly, he pulled his hands away, even though he didn’t want to. Surely, he wanted to talk with Camdyn some more, but away from others coming in and out of the shop. He felt a little uncomfortable being picked up at some place so manly, but in a way, he liked it.

The Literary Triad -!

Monday, March 5, 2012

Endangered Fae Series - by Angel Martinez

Angel Martinez kindly agreed to talk about her latest series.
By the way, if you haven't read Angel's erotic fairy tale "Boots," you really should.

The pooka is back! And just terribly pleased, I might add. Finn was preening under all the attention this weekend…

What’s that? What’s a pooka? (Sh, Finn, sit down. I’ll make sure they know you’re not a leprechaun.) Most folks of my generation probably remember the pooka in the Jimmy Stewart movie, Harvey, though Finn finds the giant rabbit thing rather bizarre and has called that pooka’s sanity into question several times. Some younger folks, especially on the east coast here in the US, may recall the pooka-horse from the Corkscrew Hill attraction at Busch Gardens in Williamsburg. A much more handsome pooka in Finn’s estimation (and since he gets to play rescuer, that helps in Finn’s eyes.)

But none of that really answers the question of what the heck a pooka is.

The short answer is opinions vary. In folktales, the pooka takes numerous forms and his habits depend on the story and the teller. A few things we know:
  • The pooka is a uniquely Irish spirit or fae
  • He is a shapeshifter who has problems with plain, un-garnished truth
  • He is most often associated with mountaintops and streams

Most people familiar with the stories know about the pooka’s horse form but he also appears in different parts of Ireland as a big, black goat with curling horns, a black eagle with a massive wingspan, a deformed little goblin, or even as a human traveler.

He can be mischievous, even destructive if you tick him off. Forgetting to leave out offerings of grain or milk means the Irish farmer may find his fences knocked down, his livestock scattered, his hens too frightened to lay, and his cows’ milk curdled.

It’s important to note that the pooka never actually harms humans. His mischief may be malicious and frightening at times but he stops short of anything more serious than vandalism or a good scare. When treated with respect, he has been known to answer questions and give sound advice. He even seems to crave human company from time to time, appearing out of the dark as a weary traveler who will come in if invited and spin fantastic tales for his hosts before disappearing again into the night.

Our pooka? Finn’s the lovely male with the long hair on the covers below. He gets himself into heaps of trouble being curious to a fault, and both puzzled and fascinated by humans. Oh, and don’t worry too much about asking him questions. He does love to talk about himself.

Finn’s adventures, the Endangered Fae Series, begin in his eponymous debut novel:

(M/M Fantasy novel – 280 pp.)
Available Now at Silver Publishing!
When Diego rescues a naked man from the rail of the Brooklyn Bridge, he just wants to get the poor man out of traffic and to social services. He gets more than he bargained for when Finn turns out to be an ailing pooka, poisoned by the pollution of the city. To help him recover, Diego takes him north to New Brunswick where Finn inadvertently wakes an ancient, evil spirit, the wendigo.
While Diego and Finn struggle to find a way to destroy the wendigo before it can possess Diego or kill nearby innocents, Diego wrestles with his growing feelings for Finn. Can they succeed in killing the monster and in navigating a relationship between a modern man and a centuries-old fairy?

The boys get a (relatively) quiet interlude for the holidays in:

(M/M Fantasy/Holiday short story – 38pp.)
Coming 3/10/12 from Silver Publishing! (pre-order available now)
Winter in Canada can be a little tedious. The cold, the snow, the ever-darkening days, the hibernation… Finn's inability to stay awake has Diego worried sick and with Miriam visiting, he has a difficult time explaining his lover's sudden narcoleptic behavior.
Finn just wants to turn into a badger and burrow until the sun returns, but he also has his reasons for wanting to escape the long sleep this year. Agonizing over the perfect gift for Diego turns him in convoluted mental circles as he struggles with the concepts of gift giving and fidelity.
The perfect solution occurs to him in the middle of a snowy night, and he struggles to make it work before he turns into a permanently frozen pooka.

And then all heck and high water break loose in the full-length sequel:

(M/M Fantasy novel – est. about 400 pp.)
Coming 3/24/12 from Silver Publishing!
After defeating an evil wendigo, a man and his pooka lover deserve a little quiet, don't they? Unfortunately, Diego and Finn's hard-won peace is disturbed, their new life in Montana turned upside-down when Diego, in a jealous rage, unwittingly rips a hole in the impenetrable Veil to the Otherworld.

Separated, stuck on the other side of the Veil where Finn has to deal with old conflicts and Diego is the only human in a land of fae, the two of them are forced to navigate rocky waters between huge egos and ancient feuds. To make matters worse, some of the fae, in both the sidhe and Fomorian courts, are dying of a mysterious illness, and everyone believes Diego is the key to a cure. Things can't possibly get any worse, can they? Oh, yes--they can when the U.S. government gets involved.

Angel's Web Site

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Demands of the Heart - by Brita Addams

Our friend Brita Addams has returned to talk about her blog tour promoting her latest book "Demands of the Heart."
She's always entertaining, and her books are very well written and worth investing your hard earned money and time in. Or you could just enter the contest by leaving a comment right here on this blog post.  There's a T-shirt to be won also. Consider the grape juice stain my own special contribution.

Thank you so much, David, for having back at your place. You are always so generous to your fellow authors and I truly appreciate it.
I stopped by to talk a bit about the importance of alpha males in our romances. In my historical novels, I usually write with the hero in mind. I'm not sure how other writers do it, but if my story is het, I make sure the lady has a man who will protect her and be the "dreamboat" she always wanted.
If I'm writing a m/m story, both men are alpha males, and let the battles begin. LOL I love it when two men vie for position (no pun intended—I don't think J.)
I'll let other writers fashion the omegas, I'm all in for Alpha Males and Romance
I'm an alpha male kind of girl. In my romance reading, I love 'em tall, handsome, assertive, confident no matter what situation they are in, completely in charge of their world. They are a catch for any woman, or man, and the envy of their peers. Of course, they are always rich, something anyone wishing to catch one should consider. They dress well, own mansions, and only the finest transportation will do.
No situation is too complicated or beyond their capabilities. They make hearts throb whenever they enter a room. They dance impeccably, their manners are beyond reproach, and they know how to treat a lady or another gentleman.
They are the men all women want to sweep them away from their mundane lives and treat them to some fanciful dream life.
Alpha males dive into situations as no mere mortal would think of doing and always come out victorious. They are adored by everyone around them and are considered heroes, just by virtue of the fact that they are more stunning than anyone else in view. They're envied by their peers, always better than everyone else and that fact is accepted by those same peers, usually with a smile and a pat on the back.
Romance novels wouldn't be the same without the men who are bigger than life. They are necessary for the genre and the women who read the stories.
Sometimes though, an alpha male isn't as I've described. Sometimes they look like every day people who simply have an extraordinary way about them. They handle situations as they come and would lay their lives down for those they love, but then, so would any self-respecting alpha male, no?
In the beginning of my historical romance, Demands of the Heart, my hero, Richard Fanshaw, is a young man in the blush of first love. He's young, naïve, and hell-bent on making Victoria Bramshaw his bride. Nothing is impossible, one must only wish it and it is theirs.
However, even Richard can't change what happens. An enemy is in their midst and he's bent on destroying Richard the only way he can—through Victoria.
No amount of alpha maleness will repair the destruction that an envious man wreaks upon Richard and Victoria's lives. There is another solution, but it will take more than machismo.
Here's the blurb for Demands of the Heart:
In 1807, idealistic Richard Fanshaw and Victoria Bramhill are consumed with each other, their young love blooming amidst a series of carefree soirees and stolen moments.
But jealousy and greed turn what they have into something ugly and twisted. They're wrenched apart amid vile lies and deceit when Victoria's freedom is bought to pay her father's debts.
Six years later, Victoria is widowed and a cynical Richard has just returned to England after years in India.  Having been given the impression that Victoria's marriage was a happy one, a chance meeting renews Richard's anger over Victoria's betrayal and sets in motion a plan for revenge.
One must answer the demands of the heart.
To read an excerpt and purchase, click here: Demands of the Heart
I'd love to hear from you. You can find me at any of these places:
Email address:
Twitter: @britaaddams

20% off To celebrate the release of Demand's of the Heart, Noble Romance Publishing is offering my entire backlist at 20% off. This is for sales on the Noble Romance Publishing site only and only my titles.
There's no limit. Buy one book, or all seven, you'll get 20% off your purchase. The eligible titles are: Serenity's Dream; Lord Decadent's Obsession; Chocolate, Tea, and the Duchess; The Rogue's Salvation; A Minute After Midnight; An Evening at the Starlight, and the book I wrote under the name Tina Ordone, Her Timeless Obsession.
The price you'll see is the reduced price.
The sale will run from midnight, Pacific time, February 20 to 11:59 pm Pacific time, March 2.
This is a backlist sale, so it doesn't include Demands of the Heart.

I have several contests running during the book tour, ending at midnight, March 2.

Contest #1:

I'll choose a daily winner from the commenters. I will be giving away an ebook from my backlist at each stop. The only exclusion is Demands of the Heart. One book per commenter, please.

Contest #2:

Demands of the Heart T-Shirt Contest:

For this contest, you'll have to read Demands of the Heart. If you answer the three questions correctly, you could be one of four winners. The prize will be a T-Shirt with the cover of the book on it. The shirt also says that the cover is model, Jimmy Thomas's 1500th cover. There will be four winners, each winning a T-Shirt and other swag.

All answers are found on Brita's website.

Please do NOT put the answers in the comments section of this blog or on Brita's site. Email them to Brita, with T-Shirt Answers in the subject line.

  1. What book did I write under another name?
  2. Who is the character, Lucien Damrill, patterned after?
  3. Describe the signature brandy snifter at the Sapphire Club.

Contest #3: GRAND PRIZE

Of course, you're under no obligation to buy or read the book, but if you choose to, this contest is for you.

I've put three questions up on my website, all relating to my book, Demands of the Heart. Answer the questions and EMAIL me, with the answers, at  Be sure to put GRAND PRIZE in the subject line.

You must have all three questions answered correctly to be entered into the drawing.

The Grand Prize is the entire Sapphire Club series in print, signed by the author. I'll also include some other signed swag.

Good luck and I hope to hear from you soon.