Sunday, August 4, 2019

New Coloring Page...

I don't know about you but I love to color! I also love to give away lovely free adult coloring pages. So, here's one on me, feel free to color and tag me online. Just right click save and print.  :-)

Sunday, March 18, 2018

Did you know I have a free book!?

Did you know I have a free book?! Well I do, this is my paranormal short and it's a very nice way to be introduced to my books. Download it from Instafreebie today!

Wednesday, January 31, 2018

New Adult Coloring Page!

I know it's been a while since I've done a post. Life is very busy for me right now. However, with the new year I'm planning on doing at least one post per month, more if I can fit them in. This month I want to share a new adult coloring page. Since I write romance I thought this new coloring page would be a nice fit. Also with Valentine's Day coming up, well who can resist romance? Not me that's for sure!

Please don't hesitate to send me your colored versions at, I'd love to see them! And feel free to pass the word that there's a new adult coloring page here and share the link! 


Tuesday, June 20, 2017

HTML Cover Reveal Love Across the Universe #spacebeachlove

Love Across the Universe

Genre: Science Fiction Romance

Publisher: Stars and Stone Books

Date of Publication: August 1 2017

ISBN-10: 0-9977081-8-2
ISBN-13: 978-0-9977081-8-9

13 Stories of Science Fiction Romance Set on Intergalactic Shore 

Summer love is summer love, no matter the planet. Climb aboard your spacecraft or time machine and travel across time and space with these thirteen tales of love on beaches in the future and among the stars.
Includes stories by USA Today Bestselling Author Traci Douglass, Cara McKinnon, Rhonda Jackson Joseph, A.E. Hayes, Sheri Queen, M.T. DeSantis, L.J. Longo, K.W. Taylor, Mary Rogers, Elsa M. Carruthers, Emmerite Sundberg, Serena Jayne, and Oriana Maret.
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Traci Douglass – “A Dream to Build a Kiss On”
Can passion bloom between a bookish botanist and an analytical android?
Cara McKinnon – “The Pirates and the Pacifist”
Kai doesn’t believe in violence. Sam and Dek believe the ends justify the means. Will passion be enough to bridge the gap between the pacifist sent to broker galactic peace and the space pirates hired to keep him away at all costs?
A.E. Hayes – “Tristan’s Tryst”
One mysterious being. Two lovers who find her. Can this threesome handle the heat of this scorching summer?
Sheri Queen – “Red Sand”
If she can only save one thing, which will it be—the red beaches of Mars or a love she can’t imagine living without?
M.T. DeSantis – “The Princess of Sands”
Secrets and lies. Can they be each other’s freedom?
L.J. Longo – “Breathless”
The manager of a resort planet and the head of its secret defense unit team up to save the guests—and discover danger is a potent aphrodisiac.
K.W. Taylor – “Reprogramming”
Alex didn’t want to be marooned on an alien planet with a robot, but it may just be exactly what she needs.
Mary Rogers – “Breakfast on Pluto”
Doing the right thing isn’t always what’s best—but sometimes it pays off.  A chance meeting of two people unaware of their destiny with each other results in a bond too difficult to break, but even duty has its boundaries. Will love help them break free—and will love be enough?
Elsa M. Carruthers – “All B+ut You”
Lou is looking for the right guy and finds him where she least expects.
Emmerite Sundberg – “Fluid”
She’s everything she’s ever wanted but with one flaw – they can’t actually touch.
Serena Jayne – “You Only Love Once”
Carpe diem the hell out of love.
Oriana Maret - “Renewal” 
She’ll brave the arms of destruction to shed the arms that betrayed.

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Tuesday, February 28, 2017

A Good Year by Tara Fox Hall Author Spotlight....


There's no Heaven . like Hell.
Faced with losing Pandora Productions as well as her best friend Rebecca to the smarmy Paul, savvy film executive Debbie makes a pact with the demon Shaker, agreeing to bind herself to him as his human master in return for killing Paul and securing Pandora’s future. Yet even as Pandora gains accolades and renown, Debbie’s strong resolve begins to crumble under the weight of her actions. And the pleasure she finds in Shaker’s arms is becoming more than sex.
Is Debbie doomed to lose her heart as well as her soul to a demon who has only been waiting for the chance to claim both?


“What good is having a demon if you can’t do anything about a hangover?” Debbie said crossly, fixing her hair in the mirror. Shaker stood behind her leaning against the doorjamb, watching.
“Need I go over Hell’s position on suffering again?” Shaker replied drolly. “If you’d let me join the party, I’d have watched over you and made sure you paced yourself—”
“Okay, enough,” Debbie said, holding up her palm. She put the final touches on her hair, then turned to him. “What do we do now?”
“Take my hand,” Shaker said, offering his.
Debbie took it. A second later, they were in her office. “Awesome,” she said, turning to the demon. “Can you do this every morning and evening?”
“Yes,” Shaker said, annoyed. “But sooner or later someone will observe us. I’d recommend teleporting only for special occasions. Besides, it takes a good deal of energy—”
“You teleport yourself everywhere, and come to my house to spend the night every evening,” Debbie said pointedly. “I don’t think it would take that much energy to stop and pick me up first.”
Shaker rolled his eyes. “I’m feeling married. When am I going to get the perks as well as the responsibilities, Mistress?”
“When I forgive you for withholding info,” Debbie said smoothly. “If Hell is so big on punishments, it should enjoy my punishing you. Be here at six.”
Shaker growled in displeasure, then disappeared.
Sheila walked in. “Dante is here in the conference room. Giorgio is with him, unofficially representing you. Are you ready?”
Debbie nodded.
They walked down the hall to the large room. Dante was there with a lawyer and what looked like a bodyguard.
“In fear for your life?” Sheila sneered.
“She already killed my father,” Dante said snidely. “I don’t know she wouldn’t try to kill me to stop me from revealing the truth.”
“What bullshit are you selling now?” Debbie said. “I didn’t kill Paul.”
“I have a video that shows you giving Rebecca and Paul a bottle of wine,” Dante said. “It shows my father drinking some, and then beginning to choke.” He paused, expectant. “Can you guess what it shows next?”
Nothing, Shaker said in Debbie’s mind. Because demons do not show up on media. We appear as a blurry figure, or blackish smoke. He has nothing.
“No,” Debbie said triumphantly. “Why don’t you tell me?”
The certainty in Dante’s eyes flickered. “It shows my father writhing in pain, and you keeping Rebecca from helping him. Rebecca hits her head on a table, and goes down. Then it shows him missing and you running out of the room.”
“Because that is exactly what happened,” Debbie said confidently. “I told the police all of that. Paul was acting crazy. He struck Rebecca a glancing blow and she fell. While I was seeing to her, he ran out of the room. When I determined that Rebecca wasn’t in danger, I went for help.”
“Why didn’t you call 911?” the lawyer asked. “There is a phone on your desk, Ms. Deal. Why leave the room at all?”
“Because I panicked,” Debbie replied. “I also knew that there was at least one person at the party that knew CPR. Part of Rebecca’s skull was crushed in. I wanted to get someone to help her. I was afraid she’d lose consciousness.”
“But that isn’t accepted First Aid procedure,” the lawyer said. “The procedure is to call 911, then begin CPR.”
Giorgio spoke up. “Listen, you two bit hack,” he said politely. “Either charge her with something officially through the police, or get out of here. Ms. Deal is neither a licensed First Aid responder, nor is she a volunteer EMT. We have no requirement at Pandora for employees not designated as such to know any CPR procedures. Ms. Deal acted perfectly normal in a terrible situation.”
“We have the tape,” Dante said confidently. “That’s evidence.
“It is evidence that what Debbie says happened really did happen. You have nothing, Dante, or you wouldn’t be here talking to us, the police would.” Giorgio stood up. “Unless you want to make an apology to Debbie, this meeting is over.”
Dante glared at Debbie. “I’ll get you before this is all over, you bitch.” He stalked out, followed by his lawyer.
Giorgio turned to Debbie. “What I told him was all true. I don’t think you have to worry about Dante charging you. He’s got nothing. But I’m going to put you in touch with a friend of mine, Mr. Catarella. If Dante does actually file charges, he can represent you.”
“Thanks, Giorgio,” Debbie said gratefully. She and Sheila walked back to her office, closing the door after them.
“Well,” Debbie said, sitting down in her chair. “Give me the status report. How is Pandora?”
“Flush with cash, hopefully, at 10am today,” Sheila said happily. “Once we have that, we can resume filming on both Absolution and Smoke and Ashes. The furlough was good in one aspect: Jett Black is recovering very well, and is out of his cast. He should be able to do the rest of his own scenes with no needed stunt doubles.”
“Good. How about Hells Gate?
“Ready to debut the last week of this month,” Sheila said happily. “The new rating is all signed and sealed.”
“Any new news?” Debbie prodded. “I know we don’t have any cash yet to acquire more scripts, but are there any you were looking at?”
“Not yet, though the writer for Smoke and Ashes is hard at work on a sequel. And I do have some good actor news. The priest I hired for Smoke and Ashes is just wonderful. He had a few months of pastoral schooling before he left that behind to become an actor. He’s a wealth of information.” Sheila’s tone became tentative. “I know that we have him dying at the end of Smoke and Ashes at the hands of one of the bad guys as another inspiration for the hero to keep fighting the good fight. But now I’m wondering if we shouldn’t leave him badly wounded and unconscious in a hospital or something, so he could come back for the sequel.”
Debbie considered various ideas, then snapped her fingers. “Or maybe as a ghost?”

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Sunday, December 18, 2016

Free Christmas Adult Coloring Page!

Happy Holidays Everyone,

I hope you and yours are blessed. As my way of saying thank you for reading my blog, buying my books I wanted to give you a beautiful grayscale adult coloring page!

Click here to download a girl and her reindeer! Enjoy!

Saturday, November 12, 2016

Book Spotlight: Web of Memory by Tara Fox Hall


Sarelle’s return to her loved ones brings a brief measure of solace, even as she mourns all that changed in her absence. Rene’s presence and Sar’s pact with Shaker add as much tension as comfort, as the delicate balance of Sar’s life threatens to collapse under the weight of all she endured as Michael’s prisoner. Determined to reclaim her life, Sar fights back, inadvertently sparking Danial’s memory as an unseen ancient enemy prepares to strike a fatal blow.


Lash was opening wound after wound on his attacking vampire with every stroke of his whip, but it was still on its feet, darting after him, hissing, its fangs bared, healing almost as fast as he hurt it. The other vampire was circling him, Lash’s knife clutched in one hand, ready to strike at the first opening.
Suddenly, Lash wrapped his whip around a huge painting with a snap of his wrist, and pulled it down. It splintered over the armed vampire’s head, knocking him down, though it didn’t let go of the knife. Lash was on him, a shattered table leg in his hand. With a snarling hiss, he drove it into the vampire’s chest, even as the other grabbed hold of him. The staked vampire let out a breath to scream and dropped the knife, even as Lash turned to punch the other vampire in the teeth, breaking one of his fangs.
The staked vampire was trying with blood-slick hands to pull out the stake, but Lash decapitated him with a blow to the throat with his blade, severing his head, blood spurting out. Lash cleaned his knife on the dead vampire’s clothes, and got to his feet, still only in his underwear. The broken fang vampire backed away, until he was in front of the one holding me.
Lash advanced slowly. “You bastards,” he hissed menacingly. “Come over here.”
“Come and get me, Lash,” the vampire holding me hissed. “And see what happens!”
Lash started for us, but another vampire erupted from the shadows, grabbing hold of him. I watched in fear as it sank its fangs into his neck and began to drink. Lash snarled in pain, bared his own fangs, and sank them into the vampire’s hand. The feeding vampire tore his fangs out of Lash with a scream and tried to pull away, fighting hard as he began to shake. Lash shoved backward into him, knocking them both to the floor and kept biting for another few seconds before he abruptly let go.
Lash sprang to his feet and stalked toward us. The bitten vampire stayed down, now convulsing.
“So it’s true!” the vampire in front of me said incredulously. “Your poison can affect our kind.”
“You want some of that?” Lash hissed in fury. “You’re getting some either way, Fuckface. Let her
go. I’ll give you a head start, if you let her go now.”
The vampires both hissed, backing away with me towards the door as Lash advanced. Abruptly, the vampire holding me let go and began convulsing. He fell to the floor, his back bent almost double as he screeched his lungs out. With a deafening crackle of energy, the vampire in front of us also went to his knees, his hair alight at the ends, his eyes melting as he scrabbled at them with his fingers, unseeing.
Rene was behind me, sparks of energy still running through her hands. “He’s dead,” she said calmly. “They both are. A few more jerks, and that’ll be it. Are you okay, Sister?”

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