Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Belated Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

Wishing everyone a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Hope 2015 is a great year for you! :)



Monday, December 29, 2014

Book Spotlight: The Trouble With Abby by Stevie MacFarlane

 Please welcome Stevie MacFarlane to my blog today! She's here to share an excerpt and the details about her latest release, The Trouble With Abby. But first, a question for Stevie... Stevie, are you okay in your kink?

Stevie: I am actually. At first I was like, Oh Lord, I’m going to hell, but I’ve gotten past that. I no longer sit at my desk blushing as I type. It wasn’t the spanking scenes that were hard to write, it was the sex scenes. When my first editor shot me off a letter with ‘how about adding a little anal’ I was hyperventilating, lol. I didn’t think I could do it, and I couldn’t then, but I can now. As long as it fits the characters and the love story I’m good with it. I won’t write gratuitous spanking or sex scenes. It has to make sense as the love story progresses or it’s out of there.

Love that answer!

The Trouble with Abby Blurb:

Abigail Steven's life changed the moment she woke up in Connor McCabe's bed. The former Navy Seal has his own code of conduct, and is hell-bent on teaching Abby a thing or two about proper behavior, for her own good, of course. Abby thinks the bossy, overgrown G.I Joe is gorgeous. He made her heart flutter and her knees weak, but she is perfectly capable of taking care of herself. After all, she has a black belt for cripes sake.

Connor disagrees and has no problem pulling her over his knee for a little convincing. Adjusting a naughty female attitude is right up his alley. When trouble comes to The O'Malley family, Abby and Connor suddenly find themselves up to their necks in danger. The women need a hero, but who will it be?


“Connor McCabe, are you telling me that you actually enjoy…” she swallowed with difficulty and began again. “Did you say you derive sexual pleasure from paddling my ass? That it’s not just for discipline as you’ve always insisted?” she gasped.

“Oh it’s nearly always for discipline,” he replied, smiling. “Thankfully you give me plenty of reasons to spank you, but do I like it? You bet I do,” he admitted, grasping her hips and pulling her naked pussy snuggly against him.

Abby grasped his shoulder and stared into his eyes. His hard cock was now nestled securely between her pussy lips and the heat of it seared her.

“I love turning your little bottom berry red. Holding your hot cheeks in my hands as I sink my cock into you while you squirm is incredible. Your sexy whimpers and moans fire my blood like nothing ever has.” Feeling the moist heat of her core getting slipperier by the second, he ground her to him with a strong arm around her hips.

“I love making you mind me. Watching you stand in the corner with your nose to the wall, your sweet little bottom wearing my handiwork after you’ve been punished is unbearably moving,” he admitted, apparently without an ounce of shame.

“So if I were good all the time, I mean if I could be, you would miss spanking me?” she asked in a breathy whisper.

Connor laughed. “I would miss it terribly. Of course you’ll understand why I’m not worried about it,” he teased, bending to suckle her nipple for a moment.

“But you would stop, if I were good, right?” she asked hesitantly and held his head to her breast, her head dropping back as pleasure rushed through her.

“If you were a good girl,” he murmured, moving to her other breast and rasping his tongue across its peak, “and I mean a very good girl, I would have no reason to spank you…unless you wanted me to. Would you want me to, Abby honey?” he whispered, holding his breath.

“I don’t know,” she sighed, bowing her back to give him better access.

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Author Bio:

Stevie MacFarlane lives in rural upstate New York with her family. When not cooking for her large family she can be found curled up with a good book or writing her heart out. She currently has eleven books published and you can find them on Blushing Books, Amazon, Barnes & Nobel as well as other popular sites. You can connect with Stevie in the following ways and she loves her hear from readers.





Twitter: @StevieMac1175

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Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Winter Warm-Up Blog Hop WINNERS! #hopswithheart

Thanks to all who participated in the Winter Warm-Up Blog Hop, and a great big thank you to Jane Wakely and Romance Blog Hops for organizing this fun event!

Now it's time to announce the winners...yay!

The winner of the Grand Prize $75 Amazon giftcard is Stephanie Osborn. Congrats, Stephanie! :)

The winner of the $10 Amazon giftcard from my individual hop prize is Melanie M. Congrats, Melanie! :)

Have a wonderful Christmas and a very Happy New Year!



Friday, December 19, 2014

Winter Warm-Up Blog Hop! #HopswithHeart

Welcome to the Winter Warm-Up Blog Hop, hosted by Jane Wakely and Romance Blog Hops!

Dozens of authors and bloggers are participating in this hop and giving away individual prizes on their blogs. On my blog, I'm giving away a $10 Amazon giftcard to one random commenter. Just leave a comment below (with your email address) telling me your favorite wintertime beverage (mine is hot chocolate...mmm!) and you'll be entered for a chance to win the $10 giftcard.

The Grand Prize for this blog hop is a $75 Amazon giftcard. To enter this contest, please fill out the Rafflecopter box below and press enter.

Guess what? This weekend one of my books is FREE on Amazon! Mine by Christmas is free on Friday and Saturday, so be sure to snatch it up before the free period ends. After the free period ends though, you can still read it for free if you are a Kindle Unlimited member.

Blurb: by Christmas is a BDSM erotica collection that contains three short stories sure to get you in the mood for the holidays: Marry Me in Montana, Snowed in with Santa, and Christmas with the Professor.

Marry Me in Montana: Amy and her fiancé, Jake, are on their way to Florida for their destination wedding when a fierce snowstorm leaves them stranded in Montana. Not only will they miss their wedding, but they'll be spending Christmas over two thousand miles from where they're supposed to be spending the holidays. Even worse, Jake won't bend his old-fashioned rules and consummate their marriage before they say their vows, leaving Amy beyond frustrated. Of course, that doesn't mean she won't try to change his mind...even if the attempt gets her in trouble with her firm handed fiancé.

Jake knows Amy is upset that their carefully laid out plans have been ruined, but he's not about to let her spend the whole time pouting. A good spanking--especially a bare bottom one--will help her settle down. He's not happy their wedding is postponed, and it's taking all his strength to resist the naughty little temptation who keeps winding up over his knee. It's too bad they can't just get married in the middle of the snowstorm...or can they?

Snowed in with Santa:
Alana has no choice but to accept the seasonal job as an elf in the local mall, not unless she wants to lose her apartment. She didn't expect the man under the Santa costume, a volunteer named Jared, to be such a hunk, either. But just as the sparks between them fly, Jared tangles with a thief and is escorted out of the mall for violating the manager's 'hands off' policy.

Jared can't believe he was fired from a volunteer job just because he single handedly apprehended a thief in the mall. Worse yet, he won't get to wish Alana a Merry Christmas and ask her out on a date. What he doesn't expect is for her to show up on his doorstep in the middle of a snowstorm . . .

Christmas with the Professor: Angela can't stop fantasizing about her former Psychology professor, Dr. Taylor. His commanding presence and deep, gravelly voice bring out the submissive girl inside her, the girl she left behind after her last Dom cast her aside. But is Dr. Taylor kinky? When she shows up at his house with fresh-baked Christmas cookies, she attempts to tease the Dom out of him and ends up getting much more than she bargained for - her heart softens to a man for the first time in years. She flees for the safety of her apartment expecting to spend the holidays alone licking her wounds. When an unexpected visitor comes knocking on Christmas morning, will she slam the door and continue to guard her heart? Or will she open herself up to a new year of possibilities?

Download your free copy (Friday and Saturday only, or anytime with Kindle Unlimited!):

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Thanks for stopping by! Hope everyone keeps warm this winter!

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Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Getting Up Close and Personal with Ewan Lord from FAITH...Ashe Barker visits!

I'm excited to have Ashe Barker on my blog today. She's here with a fun interview with the hero, Ewan, from new release, Faith. Please give her a warm welcome and be sure to check out the excerpt! Take it away, Ashe...

Hello Sue, and thank you so much for inviting me to come and hang out on your blog today. All this week I’ve been chatting about my latest release, Faith, the first book I have published with Stormy Night. It’s been a hectic roller-coaster, but so exciting and I’m loving every minute.

Faith goes on general release this week, and you’ll be able to grab a copy from,, Kobo, Barnes and Noble, and All Romance eBooks 

Faith tells her story from her own point of view, but today I thought it might be nice to hear from Ewan for once. So, I fired a few finely hones questions at him and here’s what he had to say for himself. I thought I’d start with something straightforward…

Me: If I gave you an elephant and asked you to keep it a secret, where would you hide it?

Ewan (jaw dropping) : A what?

Me: An elephant. You know, big thing, grey, with flappy ears.

Ewan: I know what a f**king elephant is. Right, so it’s that sort of interview is it. Okay, I‘d stash my elephant in Faith’s back garden. She’s always complaining about the dandelions so perhaps Jumbo could eat the weeds for her. Might do a bit of damage in her flower beds though. On second thoughts…

Me: Do you like gardening, Ewan?

Ewan: No, I hate anything like that. I think gardening is a war of attrition. It would be me against the forces of nature and I know who would win in the end. I settle for paying a local lad to cut my grass a couple of times a month and that’s the lot. I’d have got him to do Faith’s too but she won’t hear of it. She thinks it’s therapeutic to poke around in the dirt all weekend.

Me: What do you like to do to relieve stress then?

Ewan:  I find a decent flogger and a St Andrew’s Cross to be an effective combination, with the right sub strapped to it, of course.

Me: By which you mean Faith?

Ewan (nodding) : She does have some intensely calming qualities…

Me (polite cough) : Moving on, what’s your favourite colour for socks?

Ewan: Right, we’re back to the sensible stuff I see. Black. Next question.

Me: Boxers or briefs?

Ewan: Boxers, probably. More comfortable. And of course Faith prefers them as she can get her hands inside more easily. Who am I to interfere?

Me: Indeed. Tell us something else we don’t know about Faith.

Ewan: She used to be in the brownies when she was a little girl, but got asked to leave for swearing. She was seven, I think.

Me: Faith was fired from the brownies?

Ewan: Allegedly.

Me: Right. And what was the naughtiest thing you ever did as a child?

Ewan: I almost caused a multiple pile-up by roiling tyres across a main road. Me and a couple of friends found some old tyres that had been dumped in a field. We dragged them to the top of our road, quite a steep hill, and we let them go to see whose would get to the bottom first. We never gave a thought to the six lane dual carriage-way they would have to bounce across to get there. It was chaos, but mercifully no harm was done apart from to the nerves of the motorists. I’ve never run so fast… Don’t tell Faith though. She thinks I’m an upstanding pillar of the community.

Me: I doubt that somehow. And on that note, I think we’ll leave it. Thank you for stopping to chat.

Ewan: My pleasure.

Personal confession coming up … both these ‘crimes’ were ones I actually committed as a child. Feel free to leave a comment about the worst prank you ever got up to when you were young – or even not so young.

Here’s the blurb…

After her husband’s sudden, tragic death, Faith is left widowed after only six months of marriage. She wallows in grief until a neighbour, Ewan, reaches out to her. Although his work takes him away a great deal, Ewan slowly becomes Faith’s rock, helping her heal and encouraging her as she struggles to rebuild her life. As time passes, Faith grows more and more attracted to Ewan, but one thing holds her back: Ewan is a dom, and she is not ready to be a sub.

Though the idea of kneeling naked at Ewan’s feet excites her in a way she can’t fully understand, Faith fears that his sexual appetites would prove too much for her. But when he discovers that she has been exploring the lifestyle without his knowledge and hiding her activities from him, Ewan issues an ultimatum: either she becomes his submissive, or they go their separate ways. This is just the push Faith needs, and in the end her decision is not a difficult one.

Ewan quickly proves to be a firm, commanding lover who is more than capable of mastering her completely. He challenges Faith’s boundaries and introduces her to a level of sensuality she never dreamed she could experience, and Faith soon finds herself at peace in a way she has not felt in years. But when fate takes another turn and she learns the truth about her husband’s death, can Faith count on Ewan to be by her side as she adjusts to a new reality yet again?

Publisher’s Note: Faith is an erotic novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, extensive BDSM content, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

And here’s an excerpt from Faith. Things are about to sizzle between these two.

“In here.” I call out to him as I pour his tea. “Did you manage to find the place alright?”

Ewan comes into the room and takes a seat at the table opposite me. He has objects in his hand, which he tosses onto the table with a clatter. They lie there, incongruous, between my teapot and the half-full bottle of milk.

A pair of leather cuffs, and a spanking crop.

I gape at the items before me, then at Ewan. “What? What are these?”

He leans back in his chair, eyeing me in silence for several seconds. Then, “I think we both know what these are.” His tone is ominous, low and quiet, and endowed with a steely quality I find disconcerting.

I have a bad feeling, though why I should be alarmed has yet to be revealed. I don’t doubt though that it won’t be long. I play for time.

“Okay, I know what they are. What I meant was, what are they doing here? On my table?”

“We may need them. Later. First, we need to talk.” If anything, his tone is even cooler. I suppress my involuntary shudder.

“So talk.” I find I resent his clear intention of intimidating me. I tilt my chin in a reckless show of bravado I am far from feeling.

“Okay. I’ll start then. Thank you for the loan of your car. And your satnav.”

Right… “So, you found this place in Leeds then?”

“I did. And while I was putting the trip details into your satnav, the machine came up with a list of your recent journeys.” He pauses, his eyes narrowing. “Sheffield?”

Oh. Shit!

Somehow, in the deepest, darkest recesses of my mind I knew it had to be this. What other connection could I have to cuffs and a leather crop? What I couldn’t work out was how he knew. So simple. So fucking easy. Idiot!

Ewan says no more. He sits across from me, one eyebrow raised in expectation. He seems to be anticipating an explanation. I have none to offer.

Indeed, why should I have to explain? It’s obvious he knows what my destination was in Sheffield, but I had every right to go to a BDSM club if I chose to. It was before he and I started sleeping together. On reflection, maybe I need to make that clear at least.

“Ewan, I know how this could look. But you have to believe me, I haven’t been there in ages. It was before we, before you and I…”

“Before you asked me to fuck you and I so helpfully complied?” His level tone is at odds with the crudeness of his words. Even so, I detect no anger, not even annoyance. He’s quite calm, perfectly at ease as he regards me across the teapot. I squirm in my chair.

How does he do that? How the fuck does he reduce me to this with just a look?

“Yes. Before that.” I whisper my reply, dreading what he might say next. It’s clear the chronology of events has not impacted on his view of this matter. I study my cooling tea, seeking inspiration. There is none to be had.

He leans forward, reaches for my chin, and tips it up. I have no choice but to meet his eyes.

“Tell me, Faith. Tell me why you were there.” His voice is more gentle now, his gaze less arctic. I take encouragement from that.

“It was a few months ago. I was lonely. I hadn’t had sex in ages, not since, since…”

“Since Ed died. Yes, I get that. But the first time I fucked you, you were still saying you still hadn’t had sex all the time you’d been a widow. I’m assuming that was true?”

“Of course. I wouldn’t lie about something like that.”

“No. I didn’t think you would. So, if not sex, what did you get up to at Fairlawns?”

“I… I…”

“Faith, I’m waiting. Don’t make me ask again.”

“I got spanked.” There. It’s out.

A bit more about me…

Until 2010 I was a director of a regeneration company in Leeds, in the UK, before becoming convinced there must be more to life. So I left, and at last I’ve been able to realise my dream of writing erotic romance. I’ve been writing seriously for about two years but I’ve been an avid reader for as long as I can remember, erotic and other genres.  I love reading historical and contemporary romances in all pairings – the hotter the better. But now I have a good excuse for my guilty pleasure – research.

In my own writing I draw on settings and anecdotes from my own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to my plots and characters. My stories are often set in the north of England where I live but I draw inspiration from all over. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea. But ultimately my tales of love, challenge, resilience and compassion are the conjurings of my own lurid and smutty imagination.

On the rare occasions I’m not writing my time is divided between my role as resident taxi driver for my teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, rabbits, tortoises.  And most recently a very grumpy cockatiel.  I’m a rural parish councillor, and I’m passionate about evolving rural traditions and values to suit twenty first century lifestyles.

My other titles include the ‘Black Combe’ trilogies, The Dark Side, Sure Mastery, The Hardest Word and A Richness of Swallows, all set in the atmospheric moorland of West Yorkshire or Cumbria and with a strong BDSM theme. The Three Rs is a stand-alone novel set in Berwick in the Scottish border. I’ve also written a couple of short stories, Re-Awakening, and a raunchy pirate tale, Right of Salvage, as well as a novella, Carrot and Coriander. All are available from   Barnes and Noble  All Romance 

I have a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keep thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from me.

I love to hear from readers. You can find me on my blog, and I’m on Facebook, and twitter too.

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Her Old-Fashioned Doctor - now available as a stand-alone! #spanking #medicalplay

My medical play spanking romance novella, Her Old-Fashioned Doctor, is now available as a stand-alone on Amazon and will hit other e-book stores soon. This story was previously released in the What the Doctor Ordered boxed set with four other naughty medical play novellas, and this collection is still available and also includes stories by Natasha Knight, Casey McKay, Trent Evans, and Tara Finnegan.

Here's an excerpt from Her Old-Fashioned Doctor:

“I’m ready for the next part, sir.” She met his eyes bravely.

“Are you now?” A smirk eased across his features, and an air of challenge sparked between them.

Her tummy flipped. Perhaps being brave had its consequences. She was pretty sure he meant to press her limits now that she’d all but admitted she wasn’t scared. Except she was scared. Wonderfully frightened, in fact, so much so that her pussy clenched and everything below her waist was growing tense again. She averted her gaze from his, worried he might be reading her mind. He was exceedingly attuned to her body, and she wouldn’t put mindreading past him.

“Lie down on your stomach, Melissa, and then pull your bottom cheeks apart.”

She gawked at him, and some of her bravery fled. “Wh-what?”

“I know you heard me the first time,” he scolded. “Pull your bottom cheeks apart and show me that tight little virgin hole of yours. If you hesitate again, I will punish you.” His tone brooked no argument.

Not wanting a third spanking, she rushed to comply with his humiliating command. She lay on her stomach, wincing as her sensitive nipples pressed against the table, and rested her cheek on the paper covering. She cupped her backside, one mound in each hand, and slowly drew herself apart. John stood right at her side, and she didn’t have to glance up to know where his gaze was focused. She felt the heat of his stare as she awaited the first trickle of lube down her crevice.

She detected John moving around, retrieving something from the tray. He leaned over the table and a cool liquid rolled down between her spread cheeks, eliciting shivers from her and a deep moan of pleasure. A finger prodded her secret, untouched hole, and she tried not to clench or inadvertently release her bottom cheeks. The desire to please John fell upon her, and a quick look at his crotch and the huge bulge within his pants left her momentarily breathless. She wanted to feel his hard cock pumping in and out of her aching pussy, and to see his face twisting with pleasure as he reached his peak and came inside her.

The prodding turned to massaging, and he circled her asshole with firm strokes, the lubrication easing the way. Finally, he pressed a finger into her tightness. She drew a quick breath in and tensed around the invasion. It burned at first, but once she forced herself to relax, the burn subsided and gave way to a delicious fullness. He pulled out partially and thrust in again, deeper this time. She groaned and her fingers dug into her sore bottom cheeks.

“I must prepare you for the thermometer, Melissa.”


After she catches her fiancé cheating on her, Melissa packs a suitcase and sets out on a road trip to give herself some time to recover. But things take an unexpected turn when she rear-ends Dr. John Holden’s truck in a tiny rural town and he responds by inviting her for an impromptu dinner date.

The handsome medic’s charm and take-charge manner—not to mention his willingness to spank her bare bottom if he feels it necessary—all combine to set Melissa’s heart beating faster than it has in a long time. Almost before she knows it, Melissa finds herself falling deeply in love with the old-fashioned doctor, even though she’s only known him for a couple of days. But is her rapidly growing crush on John merely a rebound fling, or can his hold on her heart last forever?

Publisher’s Note: Her Old-Fashioned Doctor is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, medical play, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. This book is also available as part of a five-book collection entitled What the Doctor Ordered.

Her Old-Fashioned Doctor buy links:

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What the Doctor Ordered buy links:

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Blushing Books
All Romance


Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Book Spotlight: Bared by the Billionaire by Kallista Dane

Please give Kallista Dane a warm welcome today! She's here to share the details about her hot new release, Bared by the Billionaire, as well as a very naughty excerpt.

But first, a question! Kallista, is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?

Kallista: Yes. Accept yourself first of all, and then accept your partner. If what you like pleases you both and doesn’t hurt anyone, go for it.


Kyra Thornton is in serious trouble. Her former boss has disappeared after stealing every dime from the company's trust account and framing her for the theft, so when the FBI offers her a way to prove her innocence and escape prosecution, she hesitantly agrees. All she has to do is go undercover, take a job working for billionaire technology entrepreneur Jake Harmon, and find evidence to prove the FBI’s claims that he masterminded the crime.

There's just one catch: Jake is a Dom, and he’s looking for someone who can be both a financial officer for his company and the perfect sub for him. Kyra has never been a sub—or wished to be one—but under the circumstances she is left with little choice, and she soon finds herself stripped bare and on her knees awaiting Jake’s every command. To make matters worse, her new master quickly proves more than ready to punish any disobedience with a long, hard, deeply humiliating spanking.

But to Kyra’s shock, Jake’s firm-handed dominance and skillful mastery of her body leaves her not only blushing with shame and aroused far beyond anything she's ever experienced before, it also leaves her yearning for more. It isn't long before she feels a growing need to submit both her body and her heart to the dark, mysterious billionaire. But when the time comes to fulfill the bargain that kept her out of prison, can she trust Jake to protect her, or will she cast aside her newfound love to save herself?

Publisher’s Note: Bared by the Billionaire is an erotic romance novel that includes spanking, sexual scenes, BDSM, anal play, exhibitionism, elements of medical play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


The pads on her nipples started to tingle, then vibrate. She gasped and bucked on the table. Harmon glanced at the screens and smiled. The vibrations ramped up. Now the pads were pulsing. The sensation traveled through her belly and down into her pussy, taking her right back to a state of frantic need.

She never saw him touch any dial or button, but the pulsing gradually died away. He reached for something on the table and Kyra’s eyes widened when he held it up for her to see. It was a large dildo, long and thick like his cock, realistic in every detail. She wondered if he had used his own penis as the model.

He got back between her legs and began teasing her with it, running it around the lips of her pussy, slipping it in just a little. The pads on her nipples started tingling again.

Her body responded instinctively. She dug her heels into the stirrups and thrust her hips up, trying to draw the dildo in further. The pads began pulsing, stronger this time. She gasped and writhed on the table. Harmon slid the silicone cock in, ever so slowly, stretching her, filling her. All the while he tracked her reactions, alternating between looking at the monitors and watching the expression on her face.

She couldn’t see, but it felt as though the full length of it was buried in her pussy. That’s when he bent his head. His tongue flicked across her clit. She cried out, a fierce raw sound, and he drew the dildo out, then rammed it deep inside her again.

Kyra was helpless. Her arms tied up, her legs spread wide, bent at the knees so she was completely open to him. She couldn’t even whip her head from side to side. She felt a scandalous surge of passion flow through her. Suddenly, she loved this feeling. He could do whatever he wanted to her and she was powerless to resist. The knowledge of his complete control, his mastery over her, ignited a savage craving deep inside.

She tightened her muscles around the hard length of the toy inside her and it began vibrating and pulsing too. She started to shake all over. He licked her again, then spread her apart with his fingers and sucked on the hard nub of her clit. Kyra screamed, the sound echoing off the walls in the sterile lab.

Buy Links:

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More about Kallista:

Like my ancestor Scheherezade, I cannot sing or paint or dance. I have but one talent – I am a weaver of words.

As a little girl I was scared to take risks. As a woman, I’ve walked on the Great Wall of China, scuba dived in underwater caves, and skied a black diamond run in Vail. But the greatest risk I’ve taken is putting my naughtiest secret fantasies in print.

I love to tell stories of strong women and the even stronger men who suddenly show up in their lives when they expect it least and need it most.   

Saturday, December 6, 2014

'Christmas Spice' free this weekend on Amazon! #freebook #kindlefree

Hey, everyone, good news! Christmas Spice, which includes stories by me, Jennifer Conner, Julie Kavanagh, and JW Stacks, is free today and tomorrow on Amazon. My short story, Marry Me in Montana is included in this collection, but even if you've already read that story you'll still be getting three new hot Christmas stories sure to spice up your holidays!

Download your free copy:

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Have a great weekend! :)