Thursday, September 25, 2014

Everyone loves a cover reveal!

My fabulous Editor, the infamous Elise Hepner, is giving me the honor of allowing you all to be among the first to get a glimpse of her gorgeous cover for her newest novel EX-RETREAT! And not only that, but she is sharing an excerpt too!!! I am so excited to show you now....


Warning: This book contains a geeky, secretly insecure but overly cocky handy-man with a penchant for pleasing, a dominatrix in training who’s on the rebound, and enough smut to strip a couple layers off your soul. Plus there’s mac n’ cheese with a smattering of self-actualization for good measure.


After Chloe Barrons’ fiancé cheats on her via webcam, she begrudgingly accepts her Type-A mother’s offer of a spur of the moment luxury spa weekend. But things don’t play out quite from point A to point B when she arrives drunk and disoriented on the front porch of a deserted North Carolina beach house. From the very start she’s caught off guard by Noah Knightly, a sinfully sexy, self-proclaimed commitment-phobe who’s a handyman for his sister’s relationship rehabilitation center—a rehab where Chloe is the sole guest during off-season.
But faced with temptation, to stay guarded she’ll have to call the shots.
Noah shouldn’t have taken Chloe’s reservation. But in need of a second pair of hands to fix up the beach house, he throws all his sister’s rules out the window. Soon he worries that maybe he’s bitten off more than he can chew: each day Chloe cracks more of his cocky façade bringing down his guards to reveal a stuttering geek who has a hidden will to please her in any way possible.

With no way to ignore her pain, Noah sets himself up as a guinea pig to prove to Chloe that not all men are created equal—in or out of the bedroom. As Chloe comes into her own through every sexual session, Noah needs to decide if he’s man enough to accept the one thing he never thought he wanted—love.

EXCERPT:

With a reserve of energy she didnt feel, Chloe bounded up from the bed. Not the best idea, considering her brains penchant for rattling around in her skull the minute she moved because of her hangover. Maybe she could get Noah to make a Bloody Mary to take the edge off before she left? Chloe climbed the plush carpeted stairs back up into the living room.
Since it looks like well be spending a bit of time together, care to enlighten me on why you took a reservation when its off season and your sister wasnt even here to run it?
Chloe sat back across from him and took a slow drink of her juice, using the added time to get a closer look at his slightly freckled face. Cute. Whatever attraction rose up tightening her throat she quickly squashed it down. A man had gotten her here in the first place. If it wasnt for her mothers penchant for psychological healing, without the aid of television and a quart of ice creamshe would be surrounded by piles of good books, take-out, and new workout DVDs she wouldnt attempt to use for a solid month.
When Noah caught her watching him, she deflected her stare to the bookcase behind his head, cringing at the A to Z self-help tomes. When she came out of rehab she might have more of a complex than when she went in last night.
Didnt feel like turning down company. Plus I could use the extra hands around the house getting the place weatherproofed for hurricane season.
Chloe had to cover her mouth to keep from shooting citrus out of her nose.
Nice plan, right? He waggled his dark brows and took another bite of bacon.
You purposely let me come here because you were looking for a playmate while you babysat the house?
Youre much more fun than building model cars and searching for the meaning of life.
Gee, thanks.
Plus, I won the genetic jackpot. Youre quite the looker, he said it offhand, meeting her eyes, and winking with darkness in his gaze that left nothing to imagination.
What are you, sixty years old?
That was a compliment, in case youve never heard one.
Yeah, great going, complimenting a woman who probably just got out of a debilitating relationship, is emotionally vulnerable, and ready to kick some ass. What a charmer you are, Noah.
He cleared his throat, picked up his plate, and headed toward the kitchen. Despite her resolve to let his comment slide off her back, shed opened her big mouth. But more than anything she wished she could close her eyes to get the image of his fine ass out of her mind as the swinging door closed behind him. Pathetic didnt cover it. She needed another dictionary definition. What were the odds of finding a dictionary in this house?
Was she even thinking about staying? The idea was idiotic at best. In a house with a total stranger in the middle of nowhere for any span of timewhen did that choice go from youre crazy, to eh, its workable? The fact that she managed to miss kind of a big decision when she was the one making the choice in the first place made her feel like shed come to the right place for her discombobulated mental state. Yetshe trusted her gut. There was something to womens intuition and Noah didnt scream psycho killer. Of course, she didnt think they made a t-shirt for that type of thing. But either way her first layer of apprehension peeled back with the knowledge that she had basic knowledge of self-defense and there were plenty of knick-knacks around the house to double as weapons should the need crop up.
It would be an adventure, right? He wasnt keeping her here. She could leave and walk awayliterallyat any time.
Oh, by the way—”
Noah stuck half his body through the swinging door, large fingers splayed across the pastel green paint. He licked his lips, mouth shaping into a wolfish grin that left her fingers twisting together in her lap. Noah raised one of his hands in the air.
One, Ive been told Im not relationship material. Two, Im great rebound sex in case there isnt anything else in this boarded up hole to occupy your mind. And last, but not least, if you want to kick my ass on behalf of my species thats all well and goodIm a gentleman, Ill let youbut you bet your sweet ass youll be playing nursemaid afterward. And thats with the kinky outfit, or no deal.
There were no words. Chloe sat there without a single retort even close to her mouth. Was he kidding? Before she could regain her senses hed popped his head back into the kitchen, and water ran in a loud rush. Almost, but not quite, blocking out the joy in his gruff laughter as it echoed through the door. Gentleman, yeah that was a joke. He was a gentleman like Rhett Butler wasnt a cadand Rhett was the best bad boy of em all.
She should know, shed only watched that movie over a hundred times growing up because it had the prettiest cover in her mothers old movie collection. No matter what, Rhett was a cad. And, though she tried not to be flustered, Noah gave off the same swarthy I-know-what-you-look-like-without-your-clothes-on vibe.
So what if shed tried a relationship with the solid, wet-blanket, Ashley type and that hadnt exactly worked out? That didnt mean a damn thing.
Plan on throwing me any other fastballs? Or are we not speaking because I dared to mention how beautiful your smile is and hurt your girl power pride?
His voice shook her out of her reverie.
You havent even seen me fully smile.
Ive seen the ghost of one. Maybe if we keep playing this getting to know each other game Ill get to see more. What do you think?
He wiped his damp hands on his jeans leaving dark smudges that led Chloes eye elsewhere. She crossed her arms, determined to pay attention to the hideous, metal deep sea fish sculpture on the wall.
I think that you havent given me jack squat to go off of in terms of getting to know you. I also think, Noah, that its probably in your best interest to start chatting, otherwise these hands might not feel like working.
Please tell me those hands will be doing other, more delightful things, he practically purred, clutching his heart. Oh, also, unless youre a shrink, there isnt much else to do around here. No radios or TV. Consider yourself promoted to first foreman. Better than reading the self-help crap, right?
Oh will you can it? Jesus, Im not sleeping with you!
He shrugged, making the move mean far more than it should have, while also showing off the hard muscles in his chest.
I never really asked, did I?
She couldnt help itshe made a pure noise of frustration and glared sharp, lethal icepicks his way. What did he do? Only the second most infuriating thing ever after all his cheesy come-ons. Noah threw up his hands in front of his body making a mocking face filled with fake terror. Eyes wide, mouth an o, he sprinted to the corner folding his large frame until he cowered hiding his face in between his knees. Heaven help her, a bubble of laughter floated out through her mouth and broke into pieces.
Youre hopeless.
Noah peeked his head out from his lap with a goofy grin.
That impressed you, huh? Didnt know your host took several unwanted years of drama in high school in order to make up for failing math grades. Pretty genius performance, wasnt it? Might have won me an Oscar.
Well, there was her first tidbit into the brain of her new hoter, host. When Noah stood up from his crouch he quickly stretched his arms up above his head, leaving a delectable piece of pale flesh with a smattering of dark, treasure trail hair leading beneath his jeans. Chloe snapped her eyes away and thinned her lips pretending to adjust on the coach and folding her legs up under her.
Youre getting better.
At what?
Nothing. You ready for your lesson on how were going to work together to keep this place in tip-top shape?
Do I get to say no?
He made an obnoxious beeping noise in the back of his throat that sounded like a game show buzzer.
Wrong answer. But you do get handy demonstrations, your own tool belt, and dinner tonight if you do a good job.
Do I get a gold star, too?
I can probably figure something out for you.
Noah snatched her hand, a shock to her system tightening all the muscles in her upper arm. His warm palm engulfed her whole hand. Was this what it had been like when hed carried her inside last night? Had she folded up in his arms like she fit? She swallowed and met his serious look.
Come on, Ive got a whiteboard downstairs.
Chloe couldnt deny his excitement. When he pulled her up and raced them down the stairs she followedtelling herself it was only because he would have dragged her anyway. But when he pulled her into a spare bedroom, it had been converted into an office with a white board that took up three of the four walls, her mind was boggled. Not one inch of board was free.
Youve been busy.
Chloe took in the myriad of checklists, bullet points, and definitions scrawled in a neat sloping hand. One of the notations caught her eye. The roof needed fixing? He wanted her up on a slope a million feet in the air? Oh, that was priceless. With a careful eye she tried to stuff the overload of information into her brain.
You need to be trained.
Noah took a seat in the office chair, swiveling his body around a few times before he came to a full stop with his long legs stretched out. His hands were laced together in the middle of his chest, while he regarded her with an expression she couldnt quite placeand probably didnt want to think too hard. She went back to studying the notations.
This is almost everything you need to know about construction and what well be doing as early as tonight. Think you can handle it all?
At least hed given her a head startwith his help a day of intense study might be enough to keep her safe. Besides, the busywork could keep her mind in the right place and off of any thoughts of the ex. She could admitbegrudginglythat she kind of couldnt wait to see Noah in a tool belt, shirtless, and a little dewy with sweat. His verbal banter wouldnt hurt as a distraction either. With a long exhale, she shoved the thought into a little box, readying herself for the oncoming storm.

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Elise Hepner lives with two spasic cats and a very supportive, slightly  crazy husband. There is never a dull moment in the house, unless the caffeine runs out, which it never does.She's a multi-published erotica author with Cleis Press, Ellora's Cave, Xcite, and Secret Cravings Publishing.

She's driven by her tea addiction and a tiny stuffed turtle her husband picked up from Disney World that sits on her desk and "supervises" her work.

When not writing (which is rare), she's watching countless hours of reality television, playing the Sims or shopping online. Plus there's that odd obsession with the color purple. Everything is purple. Visit Elise at her website www. elisehepner.com to keep up with her naughty ramblings, random tidbits and future work.

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Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Miss me, miss me, now you have to kiss me...

Yeah yeah... I know... I haven't been here in awhile but in my defense, I have been super busy. I know that really isn't much of an excuse but hey- it's the best I've got. Not only is there the full time job, the four boys, the writing of two novels (that should be much farther a long than they are BTW), my super brilliant husband thought it would be a phenomenal idea to sign the two of us up for a co-ed softball team.

How sweet right? A loving husband wanting to spend time with his wife of eleven amazing years by participating in physical activity partnered with the camaraderie of five other happily married couples... What could possibly go wrong? Well, for starters, me. I am all sorts of wrong for pretty much anything requiring any athletic ability. Let us count the ways shall we?

#1. I haven't played softball since the sixth grade, back in the spring of 1990. Oh yeah, and I only played that one season and I sucked... BIG TIME.

#2. Softball was the only sport I ever played. Unless you include all of the times I tried out for sports and didn't make the team. Tennis, soccer, volley ball, and dance squad in junior high and cheer-leading every damned year between 6 and 12th grades. I did however attempt to be on the track team my freshman year and since anyone who wanted to be on the team was allowed, yay me! My first meet while running in what was affectionately called the fat man relay (I was slow and therefore was elected to throw discus and shot put, not well or far) the girl in the lane next to me shoved me down and after sliding over a track covered in black cinders which easily embedded themselves into my flesh, I quit.

#3. I am fat. Not so fat that I can't move under my own volition, but fat enough that I now qualify for the fat man relay and am really not thrilled at the idea of anyone witnessing me doing anything more than speed walking.

#4. I throw like a girl... Wait, that is an insult to girls. I throw like a spastic sloth. It's sad really. And funny. But there are reasons beyond my control for this... I have had my shoulders dislocated and no one ever showed me the right way to do it. Now it is just awkward.

#5. My beloved feels the need to critique my every move and coach me. This does not please me. It makes me want to punch him in the boy parts. A lot. Deep down I know he is trying to help me get better, but it feels like he is picking me apart instead of helping me to improve... sigh...

#6. I'm scared. Of getting hurt. Of falling down. Of looking like an idiot. Of people laughing at me. Of always sucking. Of always being last.

Okay, I am done counting. I can tell you this. I am giving it my best shot. I am getting better, a little better, but better. I have practiced. I have faced my fears and have played in three games and jacked up my ankles for a few days, but they are not so sore now (four days later). I have discovered that I can throw farther underhand than over and it looks normal. As long as I get the ball there no one really cares how I throw it except for Darling Husband who is hell bent on forcing me to throw the correct way. I have hit the ball but have yet to make it to first base before the other team throws me out at first base. Maybe before the end of the season.

The only position I am allowed to play is catcher because I don't have to move around a whole lot. The team never throws the ball to me when someone is running home, even though that is what is supposed to happen. Instead the pitcher runs home to cover the plate and I just stand there like a big fat bump on a log. The umpire even commented how obvious it was that my team didn't trust me one little bit. Oh well. baby steps.

Well, so far I have survived and have smiled a little and yes I have even had a little fun. So I hope you all forgive my absence while I try to balance one more thing on my already out of whack scales of life.

Oh yeah...


Let's go PITCHES BE CRAZY!!! *

*in case you are wondering, we are 0-3 so far...

Monday, July 7, 2014

Welcome back the lovely Miss A'ndrea!

Did you miss me? I have been in a summer slump... Upon my return from Lori Foster's Reader and Author Get Together (RAGT) I began training for my new promotion at work (just wrapped up and am loving my new role BTW) and then came all the other day to day monotony... In other words, I got lazy. So what better way to reemerge and get my tushy back into gear than to help another awesome author launch her newest book release! 

A'ndrea Wilson stopped by a few months ago so I don't think introductions are necessary (see archives for previous post) so instead, let's get down to the real reason she is here, her newest book: Singles 101!


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Singles 101 Synopsis

Final Exam Question #4
Is a singles conference in Sin City a smart way to save souls or a set-up for a scandalous setback?

What happens in Vegas . . . may not stay in Vegas.

The characters you love—and love to hate—return for the fourth installment of the Wife 101 series! The Woods are up to their old tricks again, this time hosting a faith-based singles conference in the last place in the world any single person could stay out of trouble—Las Vegas, Nevada. Enticed by the excitement of the “second city that never sleeps,” Eric and Amber Hayes convince their unmarried friends and family to attend the conference in hopes of resolving the current chaos in their individual lives.

High school principal Tisha Dawson feels bamboozled when her plans for career advancement are blocked by the superintendent’s decision to place her at the worst school in the district. A trip to Las Vegas is just the distraction she needs while debating whether to wage a war against her boss and the county school board or walk away from a 15-year tenure. Nelson Hayes prides himself on being the ultimate ladies’ man. But when the one woman he’s never gotten over suddenly resurfaces in his life, it will take Vegas and a lot of prayer to pick up his broken pieces. Lena Henry is still sulking over her unfulfilled life and ring-less left hand. Not wanting to miss out on the fun, she jumps on the opportunity to experience the high stakes of Vegas, and to finally prove to her ex that he picked the wrong woman to marry.

All night parties, casinos that never close, and access to any adult fantasy one could ever imagine, these unsuspecting singles have only six days to choose between the allure of Sin City and being sinners saved by grace.  



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Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Conferences, conventions, and book signings oh my!

     Thursday morning can't get here soon enough. Why you ask? Well, I will be heading south to West Chester, Ohio (a suburb of Cincinnati) for the tenth annual Lori Foster's Reader and Author Get Together or RAGT for short. This year will be my third year in attendance but my very first year as a published author, the first time I will participate in the book signing, the first time I will be apart of discussion panels. Holy shit- fans will want to meet me!!! I think I just hyperventilated... Maybe not.

     I've been planning this since last June when RAGT 2013 came to an end because I knew what would happen this year. This year my badge would say "AUTHOR" not "READER" like the previous years. Technically last year I was also an author, but since Illuminated wasn't scheduled to be released until August I attended as a reader. Fast forward twelve months and here were are, less than forty hours to go until I leave to see old friends and make new ones.

     In past years I shared a room with my dear friend Mary Quast and I was so sad to hear she wasn't able to come this year and be my roomie again. But change keeps life interesting so I found a new roommate, Morgan, and am super excited to finally meet her in person. Now all that's left to do is pack my suitcases, load my car up with all the swag I ordered for my readers, the baskets I'm raffling off, and my trusty laptop and be on my merry way. OMG I am so freaking excited!

     You may be wondering what I decided to give away, hopefully some pretty cool stuff! I had t-shirts made with my book cover on the front, I had two different custom blended soaps made so now you will all know how good my characters smell, and three different baskets one of which will have a Nook e-reader that will all be raffled off! Awesome right? I am hoping that I will win a basket or two (my first year I won four!) and get some great books that I can give away when I get back, after all I love to share!

    Catch you all when I get back next week! Happy reading!

Saturday, May 24, 2014

Summer lovin'

     Each morning I open my windows and my senses are pleasantly overwhelmed. The early morning birds singing are a joy to my ears after a silent winter. Seeing the early light dance on the tree's leaves and glisten off of the still dewy grass pulls me further into a hypnotic trance, drawing me outside. And then there are the scents. Fresh cut grass, sweet honeysuckle, floral lilacs in bloom, and I swear even the sunshine smells wonderful, or maybe it just makes everything smell better. And finally feeling the warm air caress my newly tanned skin makes me want to spend my day poolside with a good book.

     A book is as essential as sunscreen is to my summer bag and if you run into me, you can bet you will find me with at least one book in my possession. There is something magical about getting lost in another world, getting carried away in a dram, getting swept up in a new romance, or better yet finding a book that allows you to experience each of these all at once. By now you should know I am an avid paranormal reader. Sure I spend some time with a good dystopian, and even once and a while a nice contemporary or a slutty erotica tale, but what all my favorite reads have in common is at least a touch of romance.

     What is it about summer that causes flings to sizzle and as fall approaches those hot rendezvous start to fizzle? Does the heat make us crazy? Or make us lose our inhibitions? You know what- I don't care why, it's fun. Summer flings are long gone for me, but my husband and I started dating in July (12 years ago) and married a year later so maybe I love summer romances because mine turned into the love of my life.

     With summer quickly approaching make sure to throw a paperback or two in with your picnic lunch and your beach bag so you too can fall in love all over again. Here are a few of my favorite books (series) you may want to check out over the next few months.

Wicked Lovely by Melissa Marr (also in this series: Ink Exchange, Fragile Eternity, Radiant Shadows, and Darkest Mercy)

Need by Carrie Jones (also in this series: Captivate, Entice, and Endure)

Balefire by Cate Tiernan (series all in one collection)

and then of course there is this one- must say it is brilliant... as a part of this blog hop one lucky person who leaves a comment AND either follows me on twitter (@gretch_roberts) or likes my author page on facebook facebook.com/gretchenroberts.author will receive an e-copy of Illuminated to kick off their summer library. (US only)