Mar 10

True Love Tuesday: Rick Reed




Best Selling Author Rick Reed is my guest this month and shares his delightful story of true love.




Rick R Reed Q/A for True Love Tuesday


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When and where did you meet the person who has your heart?

Bruce, my husband and I, are a modern couple. We met online on a gay dating site. He responded to my ad, which wondered, “What’s Your Story?” This was in May of 2002, almost twelve years ago. Things have never been the same.


Do you remember what you thought the first time you saw him/her?

Yes. I can still see him sitting on the front steps of his apartment building in the Edgewater neighborhood of Chicago, waiting for me to pick him up for our first date. He was wearing jeans and a dark blue T-shirt with pencil-thin white stripes. At the time, he had a goatee. Even before he said a word to me, I knew I was in love, which is why I devoutly believe in love at first sight. I remember I was coming from the doctor’s office and had just gotten three stitches pulled from my eyebrow from a biking accident I’d recently had and I was worried about how I looked. I guess I needn’t have worried because our first date went very well.

Did your first impression of him/her turn out to be accurate?

It’s twelve years later and we’ve never really been apart. We’re now legally married and looking forward to spending the rest of our lives together. What do you think?

When did you first fall in love?

As I said above, the first time I laid eyes on him. I will admit that we did e-mail back and forth for a couple of weeks before we met in person and he totally charmed me with the humor and intelligence that came through loud and clear in those early e-mails. Big secret: I still have them.

When you fell in love did you know it was for good, or did it take a while to realize this person was the one?

That’s the interesting part. See, when we met I was so not looking. I had just gotten out of yet another failed relationship and, this time, I had decided I was going to be single and love it for a good long time, maybe forever. I found my dream apartment on Chicago’s north side and I was totally enjoying my independence. I got to enjoy it for two months; then I met Bruce. I did put up a token resistance at first to being a couple, but it was hopeless. Love comes along when you least expect it!

How long have you been together?

Almost a dozen years.

What is the thing you’ve loved about him/her from the start?

Because he said yes when I asked, “Can I kiss you?”

What do you love most about him/her today?

His generosity and kindness. He spoils me. And the great thing about that spoiling is not what comes out of it, but seeing how happy it makes him to do it.

Is there anything small that bugs you about each other that you’ve learned to accept or that has become kind of an inside joke?

Oh, we were doing so well. Let’s not be negative. And honestly, I am hard-pressed to think of anything. As Edith Ann said, “And that’s the truth”.


Rick, thank you for being a part of True Love Tuesday and sharing your wonderful love story with us!

Rick R. Reed Biography
Rick R. Reed is all about exploring the romantic entanglements of gay men in contemporary, realistic settings. While his stories often contain elements of suspense, mystery and the paranormal, his focus ultimately returns to the power of love. He is the author of dozens of published novels, novellas, and short stories. He is a three-time EPIC eBook Award winner (for Caregiver, Orientation and The Blue Moon Cafe). Lambda Literary Review has called him, “a writer that doesn’t disappoint.” Rick lives in Seattle with his husband and a very spoiled Boston terrier. He is forever “at work on another novel.”




Love comes along when you least expect it. That’s what Duncan Taylor’s sister, Scout, tells him. Scout has everything Duncan wants—a happy life with a wonderful husband. Now that Seattle has made gay marriage legal, Duncan knows he can have the same thing. But when he proposes to his boyfriend Tucker, he doesn’t get the answer he hoped for. Tucker’s refusal is another misstep in a long line of failed romances. Despairing, Duncan thinks of all the loving unions in his life—and how every one of them is straight. Maybe he could be happy, if not sexually compatible, with a woman. When zany, gay-man-loving Marilyn Samples waltzes into his life, he thinks he may have found his answer.

Determined to settle, Duncan forgets his sister’s wisdom about love and begins planning a wedding with Marilyn. But life throws Duncan a curveball. When he meets wedding planner Peter Dalrymple, unexpected sparks ignite. Neither man knows how long he can resist his powerful attraction to the other. For sure, there’s a wedding in the future. But whose?

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Jan 31

Spotlight Author of the Month: Ashlynn Monroe

I’m so busy with everything going on that I run out of time to read. When I do have a little time, I find myself falling into the habit of rereading old favorites instead of taking a chance on something new. To encourage myself to read new authors and different books I’m kicking off my Spotlight Author of the Month, a once a month post featuring a book by an author I’ve never read. I’m going to read the featured book and then share my thoughts about it.

And now let me introduce my friend Ashlynn Monroe! I was supposed to be a part of her blog tour. Until it turned out I was not only clueless, but apparently beyond hope considering I never did figure it out. I still want to do my part and so here is Ashlynn and her brand new book as my first Spotlight Author of the Month.



Jewel’s father, the smuggler king, decides to take his honorary title a step too far when he offers her in trade for an army and a secure port to do his illegal business. She finds herself on the run from her father, and the evil mutant prince who wants to impregnate her with his heir.

Jewel faces a brutal world alone as she attempts her escape. With a fortune in bounty on her head, she soon discovers staying free isn’t as easy as she’d hoped it would be, but her cunning and fighting skill help her evade capture time and again.

Only one bounty hunter, Rion, is man enough to capture her, but she’s also the true mate to his inner wolf. When he makes love with her, the act of taking her virginity bonds him to this woman of worth. Now, keeping his mate alive and safe make Rion and his friends wanted men.

Rion can only think of one way to insure his woman remain safe, she needs a guardian. Rion asks his mentor, Makis, and the other shifter agrees to bond with the woman. Can Jewel find love and happiness with both men?


Sol gripped the shuttle’s comm and turned it off. They didn’t want any ships to hail them. He set the coordinates in the computer to take them to the planet Atala. “I wish we were closer. Every second counts, and I want to earn this bounty and get back home. Linus Lilymann—huh, he’s such a crook. You know we’re probably looking for stolen, stolen property,” Sol complained.

“I know, but Lilymann has plenty of money. This is important to him if he’s willing to contract professional bounty hunters. He doesn’t get the goods until we get paid.”

“Fair enough. You were the one to get the details. What exactly are we hunting?” Sol asked. His eyebrow rose.

“His ruby was stolen,” Isser replied.

“His ruby? As in singular? One gem?”

“That’s what he said. He said it’s the ruby he’s always wanted, and he needs it back before the full moon. A woman took it. We’re not supposed to take the gem from her. He wants us to bring the woman instead. He said she has it, without a doubt, and just to bring her back to him, alive, and that’s it. He gave me this bit of fabric. It bears her scent. She smells a bit strange, but I can’t put my finger on it.”

Sol took the scrap of pale material and pressed it to his nose. He inhaled sharply.

“You’re right. This scent isn’t quite human. Even the most mutated human wouldn’t smell like this. It’s not like anything I’ve encountered before. It’s almost wolf, but different. Strange.” He sighed and shrugged as he handed the clue back to Isser. “I hate hunting women, even thieves. Makis would never have accepted this job…” Sol paused and rubbed his tired eyes. “If Jewel and her pups die, the pack will never be home again. I doubt Rion and Makis would even survive. Rion might because he has Boon to think about, but Makis wouldn’t have anything if they all three die. If we weren’t on the run, we could take out credit. They’d already have had the benefit of a doctor. Even free from the clan, we are still suffering. I pray to the gods someday we’ll have true safety to live in the old way. Jewel is the glue holding us together. Everything turns to shit when she dies.”

“Don’t…fucking…talk…like…that… Just don’t! Makis is our leader. He’d never leave us by choice.” Isser sounded younger than his years and even a little frightened. The way he said leader could’ve easily been substituted for father.

“You feel it, the way it is for the three of them. Don’t tell me you haven’t woken to a wave of passion in the middle of the night. Occasionally, I’d experience the strong impression of the possessiveness and awe those two have for her. That’s the dream, to love like nothing else matters. It’s why we risked everything to leave the clan. I doubt I’ll ever have what they have, but it’s beautiful. I wouldn’t want to live if I lost a mate and that kind of perfect, forever love.”

Sol heard the clatter of Isser’s seat belt releasing. He turned and noticed his brother’s enraged scowl as the man crouched down in the single pilot compartment next to him. “We can’t think like she’s going to die. We do the job, and we get them what they need. We make it better, got it?”

Sol nodded, but the horror echoing from Isser’s subconscious hit him in waves of agony. They’d all lost family and community once. The idea of losing what they had slammed into his heart with agonizing force.

“At least we won’t have to go through any wormholes. Sit back and relax, Bro. We’re on our way,” Isser muttered. He gave his brother a quick look before he punched the accelerator on the old ship. The stars stretched out into long lines around them as they sped through space in the direction of planet Atala. The money they needed to take care of their pack waited for them.

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Ruby ached all over. Sleeping on the cold ground wasn’t what she was accustomed to doing. Her life of learning and prayer hadn’t prepared her for being on the run. Since her escape, she’d managed to avoid the men searching for her by staying in the dark woodland. New men, more skilled trackers, had joined her kidnappers. The idea of so many males hunting her was terrifying. She suffered, so ill, her whole body burning, as if it were on fire. The primal wilderness wasn’t helping her hold on to her civilized humanity. The tiger wanted freedom. Ruby missed her warm, safe bed back at the house of worship. Her pussy throbbed, and she glanced up at the sky superstitiously. She’d been warned about the urges. She wanted meat, rare—raw, delicious meat. The desire struck her as odd since she’d grown up on a vegetarian diet.

Her mind wandered to the many ceremonies where the male devotees worshipped in the temple. Ruby remembered singing the hymns with passion as she observed the women riding the hard cocks of their silent lovers. Little arrows of excitement darted through her core as she imagined hairless, purified male bodies naked and chained. They lay in a state of helpless arousal during the full moon.

Her fingers brushed her mound through her tattered robes. She moaned. Pleasuring herself before her consecration was a terrible sin against the goddess, so she stopped and ignored the ache for release. If she didn’t get back to her planet, and the house of worship, she’d die. She’d escaped before they could deliver her, but somewhere on this world lurked the man who’d paid for her kidnapping. She’d heard the monsters talking. They knew her time was running out. Luckily, her change had given her the strength to escape, but now that power had left her. This world didn’t have the red burning moon of her home, but the lack of astronomical markers wasn’t stopping her body from the tormenting effects of her first heat.

Panting, she lay in the cool grass, trying to focus on the sensation of the cold dew instead of how much she craved the end of her virginity. If she were home, she’d be lying naked, awaiting the male worshippers who would unleash the cat inside her. Until today, she’d dreaded the experience, but now she needed sex.

A wave of dizziness hit her. Light-headed, Ruby sat up. The early-dawn light burned strangely bright. She lifted her hand to shield her eyes, and the action caused her to notice her nails. Gasping, she pulled her hand closer to her face. Her eyes widened, and her lip trembled. She squeezed her mouth tightly shut to stop the tremble. Terror gripped her. The bitter taste of bile rose up in her throat. The nasty flavor caused her to suck in a deep breath as she fought to maintain her composure. Her nails had grown into sharp claws, and each of her knuckles had a frightening patch of hair jutting out from her skin.

She wanted to kill prey and eat it. A consecrated youth learned the virtue of a sweet and serene attitude. Now she desired violence as her inner agitation escalated. Her stomach rolled. Hunger had always been a usual part of her daily routine. Showing restraint at all times, included meals, was part of her ritualistic worship practices, but she’d never experienced such a gripping demand for sustenance. Agony curled her into a ball. She took deep breaths through her nose and exhaled deeply out of her mouth. When the torment subsided, Ruby stretched. Sitting in the dirt wasn’t going to fill her belly. A strange urge to hunt made her restless.

She didn’t have the slightest idea about how to stalk prey, and yet her tiger wanted to do it. The beast had always been deep inside her, but this was the first time her inner animal was strong enough to control her. She didn’t like it. The sensation of losing control shook her with terrifying ferocity. Every moment she became more feline than human. Nothing made sense this morning. Her mind filled with images of animals running, but instead of thinking of them as creatures, she thought of them as delicious food. Her breath caught. She battled the impulse to run off into the wilderness and hunt. This foreign woodland taunted her with its majesty. Lost and alone, she wasn’t sure where to go. What remained of her rational thought reminded her she needed to find a way back to her sanctuary. The old mother would know what to do. The other tiger priestesses would help her through this transition.

A noise caused her to sit up. At least two light-footed creatures were running. Instinct changed the way her senses brought information to her brain. Everything hit her mind so much more richly and yet in a truly primal way that left her feeling off-kilter. She tried to stand, but the world spun, and she landed hard on her ass. Ruby moaned, closing her eyes. Cramps filled her stomach. This pain clawed her much worse than her monthly cycle, this fire burned through her—killing her. She closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath.

“Who are you?” The gruff male voice terrified her. Ruby’s eyes opened quickly. She lay too weak to flee. She must have fallen unconscious for a few moments. Her body wouldn’t respond, as it stayed worthless for moving or fighting. This affliction had taken a great toll. Terror grew exponentially as her blurry vision sharpened, and she realized just how large and imposing the male’s body truly appeared. She could smell him. He wasn’t human.

“I am Ruby, devotee of the cat goddess,” she managed to respond. This man wasn’t one of her attackers. They’d been human. This male was like her. Shifter. His warm amber eyes weren’t cruel. His hair was long, black. He wore it tied back in a ponytail. He was handsome. She didn’t have much experience with men, but this one was so unmistakably perfect she was able to register his masculine beauty even in her condition.

“Shit! Damn it, Lilymann is fucking with us. This is the girl,” said the male who’d questioned her. “Do you smell her? I think we’ve been played.” Weakness lingered, and she couldn’t open her eyes, but he wasn’t talking to her.

“You’re right. The scent is different now, but it’s definitely her. She’s—oh gods, no, that spiciness—she’s a tigress,” replied another man. “That’s what smelled off about her scent. She’s never shifted. That’s why we couldn’t tell. Tigers don’t shift until they go into heat. Damn it!”

She managed to open her heavy eyelids. The second man was almost as beautiful as the first man was. His hair was much lighter, and she marveled at the various shades of blond, light brown, and red that glinted in the sunlight. This stranger had hair any woman would envy, but there was nothing feminine about the sculpted masculinity of his face. He was incredible. He was also…different. She’d seen men who wanted to serve, but these men looked ready to dominate. They frightened her, but she also found them fascinating. He glanced at her, and they made eye contact. His eyes were such a deep green they reminded her of the forest. The image of a wolf leaping over a fallen log filled her brain, and she drew in a deep breath. She sighed before the exhaustion became too much, and her eyes closed again of their own accord. Ruby laid her head down in the dirt as she gave up the struggle. The weakness was intolerable, but she knew no remedy except returning home to the goddess.

“We aren’t looking for a gem. She’s the ruby. Oh gods, how were we so stupid as to believe this hunt would be as simple of a matter as stolen property?”

She had no idea what property he referred to, and she didn’t care. She hadn’t taken anything from anyone. Ruby drew in another deep breath, and her brain registered what was bothering her. These men were shifters—wolves. Why wolves would agree to hunt another shifter was a mystery to her. Her curiosity didn’t last long. Pain raced through her abdomen, tearing a cry from her lips. She hurt so badly she curled into a fetal position. She didn’t care what happened to her anymore, because she was dying. No one could hurt this bad and survive. She agonized over the emptiness of life cut too short and unfinished days. She wished for another day—an hour even—just to enjoy existence. As she lost consciousness, the darkness swept away her pain, and she sighed with relief.

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Jan 30

Story in 100 Words

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Sometimes the hardest part of writing is paring down the word count. It’s easy to go on and on and suddenly realize what you’re trying to say has been lost somewhere in the morass of words flowing from quickly typing fingers.

With this in mind I have created a new contest, and I don’t mean one just for authors but for everyone. We can all benefit from taking the time to practicing focusing our thoughts in order to say exactly what we mean.

Welcome to A Story in 100 Words, a drabble contest.

On the fourth Thursday each month I’m going to post an image and a theme. Your job is to write a one hundred word drabble inspired by those two things.

This month’s theme is winter romance and the image:

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Post your drabble in the comments. I’ll keep the contest open for two weeks at which time I’ll conduct random drawing of the participants and the winner will receive $5 gift certificate to the Amazon of your choice.

I’m looking forward to getting a peek into your creativity. Remember this contest is open to everyone. Readers jump in there I think you might surprise yourself.

Jan 12

True Love Tuesday: Kracken



Kracken, one of my favorite M/M authors, is here to answer a few questions about the love of her life. I hope you enjoy her interview as much as I did.



Q/A for True Love Tuesday


1. When and where did you meet the person who has your heart?

I had a rather large gathering of friends that often met at a restaurant. One of them invited him.

2. Do you remember what you thought the first time you saw him/her?

I don’t remember what I thought, but I knew I had to go to him. I was definitely drawn.

3. Did your first impression of him/her turn out to be accurate?

I felt that I had always known him. He was everything that I expected.

4. When did you first fall in love?

I remember being at the restaurant and putting my hands on his shoulders. I felt very natural and comfortable doing so, even though I wasn’t the kind of person to do that sort of thing. He looked up at me and it felt like lightning. My heart actually clenched painfully. He felt the same way. I just knew, right then, that this stranger was the man that I had been waiting my entire life for. I’ve never felt anything that powerful since. 

5. When you fell in love did you know it was for good, or did it take a while to realize this person was the one?

We talked until the restaurant closed and then went to another restaurant. I gave him my number and he called the next day. We spent three hours planning where we would live, how many children, and do you like pets? We both knew that we were definitely getting married.

6. How long have you been together?

Twenty-two years.

7. What is the thing you’ve loved about him/her from the start?

He says he loves me and it’s for life even when I’m being maddening.

8. What do you love most about him/her today?

That he still tells me he loves me, he’s lucky to have me, and that I’m beautiful, constantly.

9. Is there anything small that bugs you about each other that you’ve learned to accept or that has become kind of an inside joke?

He washes his hands over the dish I’m washing. Makes me nuts, but I’ve learned to just sigh and wash the dish again. I often buy the wrong thing because I assume it’s in the right place on the shelf. I make some very interesting purchases sometimes.

10. Is your spouse willing to answer any of these questions as well? You can decide between you which ones.

Sorry, but no. He’s a very private person and too shy to answer any personal questions.

Thank you, Kracken for sharing your wonderful story with us. It gives me goosebumps every time I hear it. 

You can visit Kracken at her Amazon page: Kracken or keep up with her at Facebook

Today she is offering a give away of the first book in one of my favorite M/M series ever:



Blurb: Ajay is a struggling detective still trying to find his place in the world. When Devon Temple, a handsome model, walks into his life, with an unusual missing person’s case for him to solve, Ajay finds that it’s not only his business that’s taking a sudden turn, but his sexuality as well.


Winner will be chosen randomly from the comments.


Jan 12

Introducing True Love Tuesday


In celebration of the new year I’m starting a brand new monthly event at my blog.

The second Tuesday of the month is True Love Tuesday.

We are all fans of fictional romance and devour books by the hundreds if not thousands, but very often behind those books is an untold love story. That of the authors themselves.

Beginning tomorrow you’ll have the chance to experience those stories in the writer’s own words.

Mark your calendars for the chance to read all about my guest this month and find out if Love at First sight is ever real…

Dec 21

New Release Today!

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I’m happy and proud to announce the release of my first book since January of this year. A Home for Christmas, The Making of a Man Book 6 is available for purchase today from Love Lane Books.

I think it’s fitting that my first release after a troubling year is only days before the third anniversary of the series. Our December, The Making of a Man Book 1 was released Christmas day 2010.

What’s better than a contest to celebrate my anniversary as well as my new release. Comment to win the six book newly edited series! If you already own the books let me know and you can win a copy of my Januaury release Last First Kiss.

Thank you all for your support and love. I hope you enjoy spending Christmas with Jared and Alex once more.

You can buy a copy today! Buy Button 2

Dec 03

Christmas Delights!

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I love the clever title for the Christmas Anthology Love Lane Books is giving away for free this year.

Christmas delights us.

Christmas is a delight.

We love Christmas delights (thinking sweet guys in love and maybe a little chocolate).

Thinking about the title got me thinking about the holiday season and how much I love it. We are all decorated at my house. The kids and I go pick out a tree on the day after Thanksgiving and the weekend is decoration madness! Now I’ll start wrapping presents and sticking them under the tree. Now, now, no touching!!

It’s so much fun with happy spirits, lots of yummy treats, and now this year lots of FREE new stories to read. I’m going to start tomorrow and read one a day till Christmas! Now how’s that for counting down to the big day?

Okay, I have move things along because today was “surprise” day at the EDJ. I was supposed to work eight hours but SURPRISE work ten instead. I mean seriously? Ah, well, it could be worse I could hate my job and I don’t not at all. I just wish it would stop interferring with my life already!!

I want to share with you my favorite memory from this year.

We were sitting around the living room. That would be me in the recliner, young daughter on the love seat stretched out long legs hanging over the arm and young son on the sofa wrapped in the whale blanket he’s had since he was like 8 (he’s now 16) and outgrew his Bob and Larry blanket.

I don’t remember what we were watching. Something we all agree on which is nearly everything. So could have been The Avengers, or Sherlock but most likely it was our handsdown favorite Supernatural.

A commercial came one advertising something aboutthe  winning family of the year. My son doesn’t move a muscle and says. “That’s stupid.”

Sis and I are like “What?”

He says “That can’t be the best family. WE have the best family.” He never even looks away from the TV just keeps watching.

Sis gives me a grin. “He’s right. Our family is awesome.”

The show comes back on. She goes back to watching it.

And weeks later I’m still going…what just happened? Kids. I love mine like crazy.

Now it’s your turn. Comment and tell me your favorite memory from the past year. Long or short. Sappy or Funny I want to hear them all!

There’s more to gain than just entertaining me…I am giving away A Home For Christmas, The Making of a Man Book 6 (to be released Dec 23) and Last First Kiss (release date 1/14) by random drawing to two lucky winners!

After you comment and get a chance to win here, don’t forget to head over to RJ Scott’s place for the chance to win BIG. Go one and check it out! Celebrating Christmas with RJ

Don’t forget your copy of Christmas Delights Free from Love Lane Books!

Merry Christmas!!

Dec 01

Free From Love Lane Books!

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Love Lane Books is proud to present you with a collection of Free Christmas stories to celebrate this special time of year.
With writing from a selection of new authors and some from authors you may already know.
The Book includes the following stories:-

  • RJ Scott – Deefur and the Great Mistletoe Incident
  • Amber Kell – Christmas Tree Magic
  • Meredith Russell – Spiced Apple and Cinnamon
  • Diane Adams – Christmas Lightning
  • Kay Berrisford – Gifts from the Tree
  • Nicole Dennis – Christmas Promise
  • Caitlin Ricci – A Jaguar for Christmas
  • John Wiley – Once you go Black Friday
  • SA Garcia – Paid with a Full Moon
  • A.T. Weaver – Josh’s Christmas Angel
  • Valynda King – Christmas in Hawaii
  • Christopher John – Two for Hooking
  • Francis Gideon – Mistletoe and YouTube
  • Allan Jay – Christmas Angel
  • Aisling Mancy – Joyeux Noel
  • Gary Hendrickson – Our Best Christmas
  • Hollis Shiloh – The Christmas Mansion
  • Tom Alexander – Ivy Park
  • AJ Henderson – Christmas Reunion
  • Abigail Winters – Love Delayed
  • JC Wallace – Waiting for Snow

If you’d like to know more about the individual stories you can read a short blurb for each one as well as a little about the author here: Christmas Delights Story Blurbs

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Oct 05

A New Beginning

I’ve had to make some very hard decisions over the last few weeks. Leaving Silver Publishing was very difficult for me. Sadly circumstances being what they are left me litte recourse but to remove my books. Sending the email requesting the rights back for all of my books was scary and it made me sad. All of my books but one were beyond the original contract time and thankfully the leadership at Silver willing willing to negotiate and we worked out the terms of my reversal of rights without conflict.

Once the books were mine another decision had to be made. What next? Obviously I needed to get my backlist back on the market as soon as possible as well as find a home for my newly completed novel. The decision to go with Love Lane Books was very easy for me. I know I can trust the managment which is paramount for me at this point. The encouragement and support the owners of LLB, Rj Scott and her husband Steve, has helped me to regain the confidence I’d lost. They have made it possible for me to re-release the backbone of my backlist in what has to be a record breaking five weeks.

I feel as if I am beginning anew. I’m writing again for the first time in months. My first new book in over a year is scheduled for release Nov 7, 2013. The next book in my Making of a Man Series is slated for release in early Dec. I’m so excited at the prospect of two new releases I can barely contain myself, but that’s not why today is special.

Our December, The Making of a Man Book 1 is live at Love Lane Books.

I think it is incredibly fitting for the release of the first book in my most beloved series to mark my fresh start as an author. From the day I regained my rights on Sept 27, 2013 Rj Scott has worked her ass off to make today happen. It has been just over a week.

Meredith Russell  took on the burden of creating covers for five new books to be released over the next five weeks. That sounds hard enough. But considering the fact the books were already favorite with covers people loved must have made the task seem even more daunting. She stepped up and created a new look for the series that is different but ever bit as lovely as the original art. I am amazed and grateful for the work she’s put into the project.

Chris Quinten came aboard to edit. We turned Our December around in five days from first edis to final edition. Her input is amazing and I’m more excited than I can tell you as I look forward to working on the remaining books of the series with her.

I do not know Starcia Hess personally but she proofed Our December with less than twenty-four hours remaining before the book had to be ready if we were to release today. Thank you so very much Starcia, I’m happy to have you on Alex and Jared’s team.

If I try to tell you how fantastic everyone has been behind the scenes I’ll cry and then I won’t be able to finish typing and I know I’ve already blathered on enough!. And so, without further ado…Welcome to the Re-release of Our December. Currently available exclusively with Love Lane Books but coming soon to an ebook retailer near you.

There is a contest at Rj’s blog for the big day! Go there and win a great prize! Competition for Release of Our December by Diane Adams
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You can read the first two chapters and buy the book at Buy Button 2

Aug 22

Monday Hotness

Monday Hotness on a Thursday :)


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