December 11, 2014

LS Books 5: Spotlight on Series @LSB_lsbooks #RLFblog #amreading

Liquid Silver Books
Everyone should fall madly in love at least once ... a day! Contemporary, paranormal, GLBT, romantic suspense, and more, LSB has over 100 series. Liquid Silver Books ... feed your need to read!

Contemporary Romance Series

Nothing says lovin' . . . like something from the pages of an romance book!
A Retribution Novel by Edie Jo Gibson
A Working Girl's Guide by Allyson Lindt
Shore Feels Right
Atlantic Divide by Diane Saxon
Banshee Exodus by Alexi Raymond
Bits & Bytes by Allyson Lindt
Canadian Heroes by Elise Whyles
Desire by Layne Macadam
Dirty White Candy by Anita Cox
Exposure by Kristin Leigh
Friends and Lovers by Nadia Aidan
Gulf Shore by Annette Mardis
Hot Studs in Construction by Blaise Kilgallen
In Cancun by KaLyn Cooper
Kissin' Cops by Christa Paige
L.A. Love Lessons by PG Forte
Legacies by DawnMarie Richards
Love and Music by T.D. Hassett
Love Around the Corner by Lynn Rae
Pine Lake by Tiffany Marie
Southern Comfort by Lisa Marie
Stripper Chronicles by Karen Monroe
The Double M Ranch by Sherri Thomas
The Racing Romance by Rae Monet
Wounded Warrior by Kristin Leigh

Historical Romance Series

Midnight Heat
Dreaming of the silent adoration of a Mr. Darcy type in a Regency novel? Stop dreaming.
A Cardiff Novel by Danita Minnis
Moonlight Romance by Haley Whitehall
The Solarian Warrior by Rae Monet
The Devane Files by Denyse Bridger
The Princes by Robin Danner
The Southwark Saga by Jessica Cale

GLBT Romance Series

It is not the length of the romance story, but the way he uses ... whoops! Wrong quote!
Amusing Amanda by D.J. Manly
Chronicles of Ylandre by Eresse
Lucifer's Boys by Maire Dees
Seeking Redemption by Cameron Dane
Shooting Stars by K. Vale

Fantasy Romance Series

Something wicked this way comes ... hope he is wearing leather.
Into the Light
A Bonded Fantasy by Mima
Blood Royals by L. Shannon
Captive Fates by Tara Quan
Crystal Keys by Vicky Burkholder
Fairytale League by S.E. Babin
Fate by Emma Sinclair
Icarus Reborn by Bernadette Gardner
Lightbearer by Tami Lund
Lords of Time by Ashlynn Monroe
Love Cursed by Emma Weylin
Orkney Selkies by Rosanna Leo
The Hellfire Club by Belladonna Bordeaux
Zinah by Lila Dubois

Paranormal Romance Series

Of course paranormal romance is make-believe. Now read before we sic the flying monkeys on you.
A Danny Lee Novel by Mara Lee
A Gooden and Knight Mystery by Monette Michaels
Bloodlines by Toni L. Meilleur
Coven of the Wolf by Rae Morgan
Dragon's Disciple by Barbara Sheridan, Anne Cain
Gemini Island Shifters by Rosanna Leo
Ghosts of Roseville by Betty Bolté
Leah Wolfe SINS by Rhonda L. Print
Handlers by Lynn Tyler
Mr. Grey by A.J. Matthews
Nocturne by Naomi Bellina
Northwood Jags by Serena Shay
Orion Authority by Lisa Andel
Out of Bounds by Christy Gissendaner
Pack Mates by Lynn Tyler
Predator by H.E. McVay
Princess of Hell by Eve Langlais
PSI Corps by Xakara
Riding Hood Tales by Nina S. Gooden
Secret Blood by Emma Weylin
Shifters of Hillside by Cherie Nicholls
Snowdonia Wolves by Sofia Grey
Sterling Moon by Colleen Love
The Blood by Alianne Donnelly
The Blood Vine by Christa Paige
The Dark Wolf by Amanda Jayde
The Immortals by Elizabeth Finn
The Malone Brothers by Madison Scott
The McCallan Legacy by Theodora Lane
The Stonegars by J. Hali Steele
The Westervelt Wolves by Rebecca Royce
Time Walkers by Emma Weylin
Wolf Clan Shifters by Ann Gimpel
Wolf Masters by Becca Jameson

Romantic Suspense Series

Everyone has a sexual skeleton in the closet ... and it's often the most interesting thing about them.
Black Rose Erotic Mysteries by Daisy Miller
Burnt Bridge, Alaska by Stacy Ray Phillips
Full Contact by M. S. Kaye
Heart of Justice by Denise A. Agnew
Hearts of Dixie by Jolie Cain
Men of the Jungle by Jerri Drennen
Racing Hearts by Anson Barber
Safe Harbor by Tara Quan
Security Specialist International by Monette Michaels
The Snatcher by Miranda Stowe
Underground Heat by Ann Gimpel

Science Fiction Romance Series

Explore strange worlds. Seek out new life ... with stimulating anatomy.
In Season
Alien Sex Ed by Allie Ritch
Children of Nanook by Allie Ritch
Dealing With the Dead by Tina Holland
Galactic League of Planets by Roscoe James
Love Under a New Star by Lynn Rae
New Humanity by Maria Violante
The Command by Jennifer Leeland
The Limit War by Nico Rosso
The Prime Chronicles by Monette Michaels

Romantic Comedy Series

Behind every satisfied woman is an exhausted man.
Drama Queen
Hollywood to Olympus by Elle Rush
Reigning Men by Lillian Grant
Toronto by Laura Jardine
Whisper Hollow by Kelli Evans

Urban Fantasy Romance Series

When caught between two fantasies, we suggest the one you haven't tried.
After the Crash by Maddy Barone
A Nikki Reece Novel by Mara Lee
Undead Fairy Tales by Tara Quan

Steampunk Romance Series

We know all the ropes when it comes to romantic novels. And how to tie them!
Balloc Manor by Lyn Brittan
The Blackwell Legacy by Nina S. Gooden

Multi-Author Romance Series

Liquid Silver romances have given more pleasure in bed than any mere lover.


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  1. Loving Lydia is the first in my Atlantic Divide Series ...

    Her eyelids flickered in time with the sharp blue flashes of light illuminating the nursery. She hazily thought that lightning could be so damned irritating. Then again, her fog-laden brain seemed to be telling her lightning was never that blue. It wasn’t lightning then.

    So what? she thought as she drifted off again.

    “Mrs. Morgan. Mrs. Morgan?” Someone tapped the back of her hand. The voice was insistent. She wanted to be left alone. Why wouldn’t they leave her alone? It was better in the quiet and the dark. The tapping continued and warm hands touched her icy arm.

    She tried to open her eyes. She couldn’t. She didn’t really want to. She knew what she would see.

    Thick, dark blood. She could feel it slick between her legs, dripping from her hands. Her blood. His blood.

    “Mrs. Morgan, can you hear me?”

    She pulled her hand away, had no energy to do anything but let it flop down on the floor beside her, palm up, fingers limp.

    Her heartbeat slowed, sluggish now as it pumped her lifeblood onto the floor. Her eyelids were heavy, but she needed to see. To make sure. She knew he lay opposite her. Eyes wide and staring. Shock still frozen across his face. Scissors embedded deep in his chest.

    Blood pooled all around him.

    She could hear her twin babies cry. The high pitched mewl of newborns. Both of them squalled at the top of their voices. Her chest constricted. She knew she could no longer help them.

    Someone else would have to help them now.

    “Lydia! Oh my God, Lydia!” Her sister’s shocked voice pushed through her consciousness. Kate would look after the twins. They were probably hungry by now. How would she feed them? She had no baby bottles or formula. Lydia had fed them herself.

    Kate was a doctor; she would figure out a way. They would be safe with her. Lydia had made sure they would be safe.

    Her body relaxed. The pain subsided. Black clouds thickened and consumed her, comforting her like a warm, soft blanket.

    Sound faded.

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  2. Remnants is book 2 in the Ghosts of Roseville Series. Below is when Paulette first sees Zak while shopping in the Books & Brews Book Store:

    Roxie stopped in front of books on witchcraft. She glided a finger over the spines, landing on a small, black book with script lettering. She slipped the tiny volume from its home and handed it to Paulette with a little flourish.

    Basic Witchcraft by Peggy Golden. On the cover, the familiar owl, featured on the sign hanging outside, perched on an open book with a single lit candle next to it. She opened the cover and looked up at Roxie. “What’s this?”

    “A beginner’s manual, of sorts.”

    She opened it to the table of contents, several intriguing chapters beckoning her. She spotted a chapter titled “Spellcrafting” and flipped to it. “Thanks. You knew right where to find what I need. Do you have the inventory memorized?”

    Roxie chuckled. “No. But that book is special to me and my sisters since our mother wrote it.”

    Paulette looked at the author’s name again. “So that’s why the store’s called the Golden Owl? Your last name?”

    Nodding, Roxie started toward the staircase. “I have to get back to work. Feel free to look around.”

    “Right.” Several other titles had piqued her curiosity. “I’ll linger here a bit and see what I find.”

    “Great.” Roxie turned back and smiled at Paulette. “You’re not as prickly as we thought. I hope you’ll come back again.”

    “I’m sure I will. Thanks.” Wonderful. Paulette looked over the railing, half expecting the other two sisters to have gathered below as an audience.

    The little bell jangled, drawing her attention to the entrance. Oh. My. Goodness. She heard in her mind The Weather Girls singing “It’s Raining Men” as she stared from her place at the railing. A tall, dark-haired, gorgeous man in black jeans and a tan pullover sweater that accentuated his skin coloring strode into the store, paused to allow another strikingly handsome man to pass through, and closed the door. Her pulse tattooed a rhythm in her ears as she sharply inhaled. What a hunk. Both of them, for that matter. Hunk number one scanned the first floor in one blazing pass, and then lifted his gaze to spear Paulette’s appreciative stare. She’d never seen a man with such an arresting appearance, despite the bruise on his forehead. Gunmetal gray eyes met hers, high strong cheekbones and a jaw framed by black hair. Wide muscular shoulders tapered to an abdomen she’d bet good money boasted a washer board of muscles. His heavy brows raised as he did the guy-onceover and then turned to his buddy.

    Her earlier buoyancy deflated a smidge, but she smiled at Roxie. “Looks like you have customers.”

    “Cool.” Roxie glanced at the men, curiosity infusing her expression, and started toward the first floor. “Very handsome customers too. I’ll talk to you later.”

    “Right. I see you have your priorities.” Paulette’s chuckle died away as she tracked Roxie’s progress down the steps. She kept one hand resting on the rail, leaning over so she could follow the woman until Roxie reached the two strangers. After a brief exchange, she led the men toward the back of the store. The dreamy one who’d so blatantly assessed her earlier appeared to be about her own age. If she weren’t about to have a baby, she’d try to make his acquaintance. As things stood, however, she wouldn’t burden any man with another man’s child. Doing so seemed too desperate to contemplate. Because she couldn’t allow herself to be involved with anyone. At least, not under the current circumstances.
    When the threesome passed the base of the spiral staircase, dreamy glanced up and winked at her. Startled, she jerked back and spun away, heart racing. Damn.

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  3. I had a lot of fun writing my Alien Sex Ed series.

    In ALIEN SEX 101, Quinn is surprised on his wedding night when he discovers his first time with an Allurian woman is painful. He and Xindra work things out and are inspired to start an Alien Sex Ed class. The first one to benefit is Xindra's friend, Mera. As an Oquaran, Mera climaxes almost instantly, and a lot of thrusting only makes her sore. The solution? The males of Trett's race don't thrust; their penises vibrate.

    In ALIEN SEX 102, Katra and Krux snipe at each other until they land in bed, where Krux's four arms come in handy. Their classmate, Spri, can form a psychic bridge between her and her partner that doubles their pleasure, but she can't share the experience with Whitt unless he matures and overcomes his commitment phobia.

    By ALIEN SEX 103, Varion and Benni's casual relationship is no longer so casual. Still, it's hard for a man to be loved for himself when he can morph to look like hundreds of different men. Never mind that he can wrap Benni, a natural contortionist, around his…um, finger. As for Zeo, Pixie is the only woman for him. He comes from a fierce, animalistic race that claims their mates publicly in the most primal way. Can shy, virgin Pixie tame him?

    ALIEN SEX 104 introduces Cedecians—a race that changes gender every month. When Huv falls in love with Lexy, he can handle loving Lexy the woman. It's Lexy the man who gives him a sexual identity crisis. Glynn doesn't have that difficulty. The woman he wants is exactly as she seems: fun, wild, and sexy. Thanks to his race's fertility problems, though, he doesn't know if he can spend his seed with her. Since he wants to start a family, that could be a serious problem.

    You can find Alien Sex 101 through 104 at or learn more at my website at

    I also have a short story, ALIEN SEX THERAPY, available on Amazon in the Breeding Season and Alien Sex Therapy anthology. In it, Cedecian Cai has never made love as a woman. Maybe a hot new relationship with Maddox, the four-armed Brachoi in the apartment across from her, is the perfect sex therapy.

  4. My Children of Nanook shifter series has been a bestseller, and I'm thrilled and flattered by the reader response. These stories are a great way to heat things up on a cold winter night.

    MATING SEASON - When legends come to life, the fur flies! Stalked across the frozen tundra of an arctic planet, Shila seeks shelter with the one man who just might be able to protect her. But first they have to survive the brutal winter, as well as the brutal hunters hot on her trail. Koll gets more than he bargained for during this year's mating season.

    IN SEASON - All Gilby wants is to find a female who will spend the mating season with him. Yes, he's short. And yes, he talks too much and doesn't often watch what he says, but he has a lot to offer. Rejected by her fellow shifters because she can't change into a frost bear, Miksa travels to the clawless people's village to look for a mate. With his sexy scent and good humor, could Gilby be the male for her? Can he help her unlock the magic that will let her shift?

    I also have a short story, BREEDING SEASON, available as part of an anthology on Amazon - For the Children of Nanook—shifters who can take the form of the deadly frost bear—passions run high during breeding season. Desna has already chosen the mate of her heart, but can Karpok defeat the male who wants to take her from him?


  5. Here's an excerpt from Mating Season, available at LSB at For more information, visit my website at

    Koll collected her boots and shirt and turned to help her get dressed. She stood and stepped back into the snow in her bare feet. There was a strange halo of light around her—one that intensified until it was nearly blinding. He was reminded of the auroras that sometimes appeared over the mountains. Rainbows danced over the ground and were refracted by the ice crystals, and then there was a final flash of brilliance before the night fell dark again.

    Once his sight cleared, he looked at Shila, but his woman was no longer there. In her place stood a gigantic frost bear that stared back at him with unblinking eyes.

    Never big on words, Koll was rendered well and truly speechless. He leaned to one side to look past the bear as if he expected to find Shila hiding behind it. There was no denying the truth of what he’d seen, though. This was Shila. She’d turned into a bear right in front of him—a bear with a pink ribbon hanging just in front of her right ear. All those stories about the magical Children of Nanook were reality, not myth, and here was the proof.

    Fascination swiftly replaced his shock. He saw her eyes were the same shade of brown, still filled with sass and intelligence. Her hair was now a full-body pelt of icy white with clear guard hairs nearly as long as his fingers. Sharp, stocky claws studded her broad feet, which would give her good traction on the ice. Her most overwhelming feature, however, was her sheer size.

    For the first time in his life, Koll felt small. As a frost bear, Shila was so tall that Gilby would barely reach her shoulder. She was huge—big enough to be intimidating even without the claws, and he was sure she had some lethal fangs behind her closed lips.

    The sound of crunching snow snagged Koll’s attention, and he turned to see Greyfell approaching. His hound kept his head respectfully low as he walked up to the frost bear. Shila stretched out her neck to sniff the canine and licked his muzzle. Then she turned back to face Koll.

    He’d been told before he had more courage than smarts, but for once that stood him in good stead. Stepping closer, he held out his hand.


    Her breath was warm against his palm when she touched her nose to it. Slipping her head lower, she pressed it forward in a way Koll recognized from Greyfell. She wanted a good scratch.

    “Demanding woman,” he muttered, but he felt his lips twitch as he said it.

    Still holding her clothes, he used his free hand to scratch behind her ear and rake his fingers through her dense fur.

    “Feel good?”

    She released a satisfied sigh and pressed even closer. Apparently his woman appreciated all kinds of physical pleasure.

  6. Hello everyone! Let's start the day with an excerpt from Ruled by the Moon, where Dylan and Morgan first meet. Good for him, not so good for her. Don't forget, several of us LSB authors are involved in the Hottie Holiday Hop and we have some great prizes! Thanks for reading.

    “Hello! What a great shop you have. I’ve put a vase on your front counter, hope you don’t mind. It will be perfect for my new home. My name is Morgan,” she said, offering her hand.

    A shiver ran along his spine at her touch. Her grip was firm and her skin, while not overly rough, belonged to someone who used her hands for work. She apparently felt something at the contact also. Her eyes widened, and her sunny smile faded. She dropped his hand abruptly.

    “I’m Dylan,” he said. “Please, feel free to look around as much as you like.”

    Morgan took a step back, frowning. “I, I need to get going. I’ll just take that vase and be on my way.”

    She turned and walked to the front counter then pulled cash from her wallet. As he wrapped the vase, she paced, darting a glance at him now and then.

    “Did you buy a house in this area?” he asked. Though he didn’t want to add to her nervous state, he desperately wanted to know more about her.

    “Yes, just in, just in another town, nearby, a town, not here … you don’t have to put it in a bag, I have several in the car. I really need to get going.”

    Not wanting to prolong her obvious agony, Dylan put the wrapped package on the counter. Morgan grabbed it and with a tight smile in his direction, bolted out the door.

    Well shit. What just happened? The full moon was tomorrow, but though he found Morgan sexy as hell, his libido did not run rampant, not enough for non-weres to pick up his lust. What had she sensed during their brief contact?

    The day dragged on after that, and Dylan closed the shop late that afternoon with relief. Usually he waited and only hunted on the night of the true full moon. After his encounter with Morgan, however, he needed to blow off some steam. He’d thought about her all day, becoming more and more agitated with each passing hour.

    A normal man could have talked to her, found out more about her. Was she married? In a serious relationship? In his quick assessment he’d seen she wasn’t wearing a wedding ring, but that didn’t mean much these days. The way she’d claimed ownership of “her” new home, however, she was single, he just knew it.

    A normal man would have shown her several more items in his store, so he could have an excuse to stand closer and smell her delicious scent. He would have persuaded her to make another purchase, something large so he could deliver it to her new home. He’d find some way to get her to touch him again and to bring that dazzling smile back to her face.

    But he wasn’t a normal man.

    So now, shortly after moonrise, Dylan stood naked in the woods. Looking to the sky, he howled his rage.

    He’d done nothing to deserve this damn curse. There was no reason he should suffer this hell, yet month after month, the change took over him.

    Tonight, he almost welcomed the pain. Anything was better than sitting home feeling sorry for himself and remembering the look of fear in Morgan’s eyes as she practically ran out the door of his shop. Or how hot her ass looked in those tight jeans she had on, an ass he would never touch.

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  7. Lots to read here. Love the excerpts!

    1. Good morning RLFblog!! Got my coffee, had my oatmeal, and I'm ready to read excerpts! Hope you are all having a wonderful morning so far. I love excerpts too, Kayelle

  8. My "Hollywood to Olympus" series is still going strong. If you thought your experince meeting your significant other's family was bad, check out what happened to Chris Peck, my hero in SCREEN IDOL...

    She snuck a peek at Chris. He stood stock-still outside the door. Sydney assumed it was because of the insult, but then she noticed he was trying to speak. He seemed to be stuttering over the letter “M”. Crap, she forgot to warn him about that part.
    “It’s not what you think,” she whispered to him.
    “Really? Because I’m thinking that the reason your grandmother doesn’t want to be photographed is because she doesn’t want people to know that Marilyn Monroe has been hiding in Glendale for the last fifty years.”
    “Nana, may I present Mr. Chris Peck, who plays ‘Zeus’ on the TV show Olympus. Chris, this is my grandmother, Helen Richardson, who was one of Marilyn’s unofficial publicity doubles from back in the day.”
    Chris set down a bag of groceries and stuck out his hand. “It’s nice to meet you, ma’am.”
    “I can’t believe you slept with Demeter. That actress who plays Hera is so lovely, all black hair and chocolate eyes. It’s not very gentlemanly of you to cheat.”
    Sydney refused to look up again. Her not-date was getting an ethics lesson from the woman who used to make a living pretending to be someone else.
    “In my defense, I am the king of the gods. Zeus sleeps with everyone. And she did try to kill me in episode nine.”
    Her grandmother gave this due consideration. “That might make me a little tetchy too. Cheating’s still not right.”
    “It never is, ma’am.”
    “Well, don’t stand in the hall. Come in,” she said. “Then you can tell me all the twists coming up this season.”

    Elle Rush

  9. So, from my last excerpt you may have thought I write deep and dark, but actually I often write comedy. My Atlantic Divide Series is contemporary romance with cowboys and a touch of humour.

    Here's a little taste of Book 2, Bad Girl Bill.

    Being confronted by two-dozen boxes of condoms and a wild-eyed woman possibly rated right up there in that uncomfortable zone.

    She paced back and forward, walked around the opposite side of the kitchen table, flung her arm out and pointed at the offending items as soon as he walked through the door.

    “There you go. Take your pick.”

    He didn’t know whether to laugh or run. He thought she might kill him in either case.
    He chose to study the boxes on the table instead. “You seem to have pretty high expectations, Bill.”

    “They’re all sealed.” She rubbed her hands roughly up and down her thighs; if she did it much harder, she was going to rub a hole in her jeans.

    “Why wouldn’t they be sealed? Where did you get them?”

    “Well I couldn’t get them from a store in town now could I? There’s not a single soul here that I don’t know, haven’t lectured, helped across a road, or arrested.” She wrapped her arms around her body, chewed on her lip as Michael tried desperately not to smile. She looked so serious. “I think my brothers may all be perverts.” She scowled across the table at him.

    “You got them from your brothers?” He gave a wary nod; she may not need to kill him.

    “Brave move, Bill. When are they all arriving with their shotguns?”

    She snorted out a laugh, leaned forward, and picked up one of the small packets. Waved it at him.

    “I filched them. I went right into their house with a pecan pie that I bought in town, put it on the kitchen table, then trawled the house for their condoms while they were out.”

    He closed his eyes and shook his head, and when he opened them again, she was waggling another small box at him.

    “Well, I don’t understand. These ones say they’re fruit-flavored. I have no idea what you would be doing putting one of those in your mouth. You could choke to death for the love of God.”

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    1. Awesome - that first line totally caught my attention.

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  11. Here's an excerpt from Pledged, Book 1 of my Pack Of Lies shifter series. It comes out next month.

    Camille showered and went straight to bed, feeling like she’d run a marathon after working ten days without a break. She was so exhausted. She had never felt so worn out in all her life.
    When she woke the next morning, it was barely still morning. Gia was gone, and Camille somehow felt worse than she had before she went to sleep. But it was eleven, and she forced herself to get out of bed and do something.
    In addition to the fatigue, she had stomach cramps, muscle aches, spasms, nausea, and her hands were still shaking. She took some Tylenol and hoped for the best.
    The best didn’t happen.
    She threw up the half of a bagel she had barely managed to get down. Her muscles were twitching and burning.
    She did a search of her symptoms on a medical website, and was unsuccessful in narrowing it down. These symptoms covered everything from the plague to the common cold.
    At four o’clock she blacked out for an unknown length of time, and when she woke, the symptoms had somehow worsened and she was covered in sweat.
    It was at this point she realized a normal person would seek immediate medical assistance. A normal person being someone who was covered by her parents’ health insurance, or someone who wasn’t counting on an athletic scholarship to pay for school. An athletic scholarship that would be terminated if she was unable to physically compete for any reason.
    She couldn’t afford to go to a hospital, and she couldn’t talk to any of the coaches. At that moment, she thought it would be the same as dying, but that was before she got even worse.
    She wouldn’t have believed it could have gotten any worse, but it did.
    Since her stomach was empty, she lay on the floor of their dorm, dry heaving and convulsing. The pain was so intense she couldn’t even scream. Her skin was crawling like bugs were going to burst through her flesh at any moment.
    Finally, in desperation, she reached for her phone. This was ridiculous. It didn’t matter about doctor’s bills or scholarships. She was really dying, and Gia was going to come home to find her body on Sunday if she didn’t get help.
    It was too late. She wasn’t able to grasp the phone. She could only watch as it slipped through her fingers, the numbers on the clock telling her it was seven twenty p.m.
    The pain seized once more. A strong contraction of every muscle in her body. Her stomach squeezed and cramped and then…it felt like she…burst. Or exploded, or vented. Something inside her released, and the pain was gone, but she was completely disoriented.
    She couldn’t remember her name, or where she was.
    No. She couldn’t remember what she was.
    In the mirror on the back of the closet door she saw an animal. A wolf.

  12. Here’s an excerpt from Alien Sex 101, available from LSB at

    Gently grasping his hand, she rolled to her back and moved his fingers until he was cupping her breast. Her nipple thrust up into the warmth of his palm, and the sheets whispered softly when Quinn shifted his hips. His clear blue eyes stared at her with renewed hunger as he flexed his fingers in a light massage. She hummed in approval.

    “Do my breasts feel the same as a New Earthling woman’s?” she asked.

    He shifted his hand in a circular motion. “Yes, but no New Earthling breast ever felt so good.”

    She smiled at that. “Do my breasts taste like a New Earthling woman’s?”

    With a wicked smile, he obliged her by taking her into his mouth. The moist heat made her squirm in pleasure, but he only rasped her once with his tongue before pulling back.

    “Yes,” he answered, “but I’ve never enjoyed the taste of another woman the way I enjoy you.”

    Feeling dreamily aroused, Xindra pushed his hand down the length of her torso until he reached the triangle of down between her legs. Spreading her knees, she pressed his palm against the soft pink folds that were already blooming for him.

    “Do I feel the same here as a New Earthling woman?”

    Quinn ran one broad, rough finger between her dewy petals with torturous slowness. She tilted her hips and whimpered when he touched the little button near the top of her slit.

    “You’re formed the same,” he said, “but no other woman has ever felt so tempting.”

    Finally she took his finger and tried to press it inside. He hesitated and glanced up to meet her gaze.

    “I’m different inside. Not like a New Earthling woman.” She waited, hardly daring to breathe.

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  13. And here's a great excerpt from fellow LSB author Vicky Burkholder...

    Hunky bikers and hot guys who wield swords! What can be better? This is an excerpt from the latest in my Crystal Keys series - The Ruby Key - available from Liquid Silver Books -

    Zack wasn’t exactly sure what was going on, but when they all nodded at the same time, he had a good idea. There was definitely something other going on here. Rather than force them all to continue to speak in private, he headed back to the kitchen. “Going to check out the facilities,” he said. “Nic, you can stay here. I think I can probably find it. Or Phoebe can show me.”

    “You sure?” Nic asked.

    “Yeah. No problem.”

    While the others talked, Zack strolled back to the kitchen. When he opened the door, he smelled the distinct aroma of burnt steaks. Phoebe stood at the grill, a white-knuckled grip on the edge. Zack stepped up, picked up a pair of tongs and moved the very well done steaks to the side. “You plan to make these steaks into a burnt offering?”

    She blinked and glared at him.

    He glanced around, sauntered back to the freezer and pulled out more meat. “Don’t know about you, but I prefer mine a little less well-done.”

    “You think you can just waltz in here and do as you please?”

    “Nope. But so far you haven’t kicked me out.” He tossed the steaks on the grill and grinned at her, a cheeky half smile and he caught a flash of intrigue in her eyes.

    “Oh no you don’t,” she muttered, staring at the ceiling, then she took over watching the steaks.

    “Nic said you had a temp job. Clean up and stuff like that.”

    “News to me. ’Sides, I got a guy.”

    “If you mean Jim, he’ll be out of commission for a month or more. Broke his leg this morning.”

    “Of course he did. Nice of Nic to tell me.”

    “They just got the call. So, a job?”

    “Fine.” She tossed him an irritated glare then went back to studying the steaks.
    Zack headed for the back door while she watched the meat. He glanced back and the frown on her face told him more than he wanted to know. In addition, he could swear he saw sparks flying around her.

    He shook his head and went outside. She’d be worth sticking around for if she weren’t throwing such an attitude. He’d had warmer welcomes from insurgents in the desert, though to be honest, he had kind of been sprung on her. And today of all days. According to what Nic had told him, it had been a year since her boyfriend had died. Grief he understood. It was something he was all too familiar with. He’d seen far too many flag-draped coffins for his comfort, a lot of them friends, plus now, Trevor.

    He went back out to the small parking lot and grabbed his backpack. He was used to strange jobs—he and Trevor had often been called upon to handle “odd” jobs. Their company handled regular ones like bodyguard, courier, building security, and more. It was the “more” that often had him wondering what the hell was going on, but his bosses were tight-lipped. Which was fine. Let them keep their secrets. So far, this job was right up at the top of the “not normal” list, and it wasn’t even officially a job, just a stand-in until he decided to return to his real work. He looked up when Phoebe joined him.

    “Didn’t quite catch your name earlier.” Her voice came out husky and low, warming him.

    “Zack Lindstrom.”

    “You know I’m Phoebe. So, why are you here?”

    “I was passing through the area and knew Nic lived somewhere around here. Knew him from our time together in the Corps. I thought I’d look him up.”

    “Uh-huh. Just like that. Got any urges to pick up a sword or fight demons from Hell?”

    That took Zack by surprise. A sword? Yeah. Right. Not one of the tools he used. Though it could be interesting. “Uh, not that I’m aware of. And the only demons I see around here are the ones you’re fighting. I know those first hand and they don’t fight fair.”

    She seemed to wilt. “They never do."

    Vicky Burkholder
    tales that transcend the ordinary

  14. After having tried getting here in multiple ways, I finally figured out a formula that works. :)

    Kayelle, thank you so much for hosting Liquid Silver here this week. It is much appreciated and hopefully, your readers will find that gem that they'll love. :)

  15. Since we're talking about series today, you can take a look at my series: The Crystal Keys. I currently have two books out in the series - The Emerald Key and The Ruby Key. Diane was kind enough to post a blurb from The Ruby Key for me while I was fighting with my computer.

    Caught between a group of exiles and her fate as protector of the ruby key, one woman will have to choose between the dork, the gentleman, and the loner. The fate of her world and those beyond depend on her making the right choice! Vicky Burkholder takes you back to Lemuria in The Ruby Key, Book 2 of her contemporary, paranormal romance series, The Crystal Keys.

  16. Did I mention that "What the Duke Wants" has spies? It's book 1 of my series, Agents of Change and here's a spy related excerpt:

    STONEBRIDGE AND ALAISTAIR MACLEOD ARRIVED at the abandoned tenant’s hut by horseback a few strokes after midnight. The place would have looked convincingly abandoned were it not for the telltale sign of smoke drifting up through the chimney.

    The front door was there, but held in place by crude wooden bars stretching across the width of the door frame—the hinges having been removed long ago. The duke guessed the bars were improvised by MacLeod to keep their prisoner secured within. As they approached, he couldn’t resist looking over at the Scot, his brow raised in question at the makeshift lock.

    “Och, weel what else was I ta do?”

    Stonebridge chuckled at that.

    MacLeod lifted the bars away and hefted the door out of the opening—setting it neatly against the wall to his left. That Scot was a big man. Two more bars remained on the inside of the opening, in place to keep the loose door from falling into the room when closed.

    He laughed some more and regarded his friend.

    “I’ll juist wait oot here an keep an eye oot,” said MacLeod as he dusted off his hands without looking at Ambrose.

    “Right. . .”

    He walked into the ramshackle hut, not quite sure what to expect. The place was clearly in decay, most of the furniture broken or long gone. The inside was dark, dusty, and cold despite the fire blazing in the hearth. The blaze made the air smoky and smelly as the chimney was clearly in need of repair, and the meager warmth from its flames battled valiantly but futilely against the cold air drafting in through cracks in the walls and gaping holes in the moldy, thatched roof.

    He took in the remaining furniture: two wooden rocking chairs. One was occupied by their reluctant guest.

    Despite prior words to the contrary, he imagined a strong and wily brute of a man—one who clearly looked like he might have had a chance of taking down the mighty Duke of Stonebridge.

    What he saw was an old man, bent and gaunt, with stringy, unkempt white hair, but with a keen look about the eyes and the firm line of his lips. It was difficult to match the sight before him with the image in his mind’s eye of the man who might have murdered his father. Yet, those eyes undoubtedly held secrets. Yes, this man could have done it, despite his current physical frailty.

    “Aye, it is ye. Ain’t it? Ye have yer faither’s look about ye,” grumbled the old man. His voice held strength despite his weak physical form.

    Stonebridge took a moment more to take in the appearance of this man who might know the truth about his father’s death—who might have been the man to do the deed. The flickering light from the fire danced across the side of the assassin’s face, making his scar appear to writhe on his cheek. The duke suppressed a shudder.

    “Yes, I am Stonebridge.”

    “I know ye want ta know about yer faither’s murder. Who can blame ye, aye? Well, I can tell ye that the two events, yer faither’s accident, which weren’t an accident, and the attempt on yer prime minister were related—the same men were behind it.”

    “Go on. . .”

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  18. Better late than never, right? ;-) Here's an excerpt from the most recent book in my MM Shooting Stars series, Hard Act to Follow:

    “Beer!” Kyrie came from Greg’s small kitchen with two fists full of Sierra Nevada IPA. “Last two—You need to do better, buddy.”

    “I try not to keep a ton of alcohol—”

    “Yeah, yeah. But this is why we never hang here.” Kyrie turned around, arms spread, still laden with pale ale. “And this…” He spun around. “Is so much classier than my dump. Game nights would be sweet over on the swanky side of town, bro.”

    “I let you and the other riffraff over here every other week, and the swanky side of town just took a turn for the worse.”

    Liar. You let Kyrie over here and he’ll drink too much and pass out on your bed. That’s why you avoid this shit—because you can always leave his place with your blue balls and your pathetic fantasies. But Kyrie here is a live hand grenade. Duck and cover.

    “Catch!” Kyrie tossed the beer underhand, and Greg barely managed to grab it with uncoordinated fingers.

    “Watch it!” Greg bent to set the beer on his glass coffee table, heart thumping for a thousand reasons.

    “You deserve an exploded brew for that comment.” Kyrie popped his bottle cap with a keychain opener that screamed arrest me. He dropped his keys on the table beside Greg’s beer while looking up at him with an intense stare. “Is that why you’ve been avoiding me lately? Tired of playing with the riffraff across town?” Kyrie smirked, but pain touched his voice and eyes.

    “No, man. You know I’m busy as hell. I didn’t mean that about game night…”

    “You totally did.” He narrowed his amber gaze at Greg. “Kilborne’s a slob, and he and Liv would lick your fridge clean. Their combined eating forces are the stuff of legend.”

    “It’s weird. She does have an amazing appetite for a girl her size.”

    “It’s her thyroid, lucky bitch. Big eyes and a stick figure. She looks like a freakin’ anime.”

    Greg grinned, reaching for his beer as he sat heavily on the couch. He recalled its tumultuous state and set it back on the table.

    Kyrie plopped down next to him, his knee brushing Greg’s despite the vacant cushion to the guy’s left. “Here. I said I was gonna get you good and drunk.” He took a quick tug and then pushed his bottle into Greg’s hand.

    “I really don’t need it. I’m there.”

    “You need something. To relax. Chill out. Live a freakin’ little. Something.” Kyrie knocked his knee into Greg’s and his hand slipped off the beer and fell onto Greg’s thigh.

    “I’m…relaxed.” But the buzz was suddenly scattered by apprehension. Kyrie couldn’t be this close—touching him. Rubbing the inside of my goddamn thigh!

    “Chug it.” Kyrie leaned over, his breath hoppy and sweet, his top lip still glistening from the last sip he’d taken. Greg sucked in a wavering inhalation.

    The hand on his leg inched higher and squeezed while Kyrie grasped the glass over Greg’s fingers and led it to his lips. “Drink up.”

    Greg opened his mouth and managed to take a sip without choking, miracle of miracles.

    “Good dog.” Kyrie grinned wickedly less than a foot from Greg’s face. He took the beer back and brought it to his own lips, the tip of his pink tongue darting out to lick the glass where Greg’s mouth had just been.

    Greg almost whimpered as Kyrie sucked back a mouthful, his gaze glued to Greg’s the whole while.

    Like porn when the chick maintains eye contact while giving head. Wonder if guys do that in gay movies. Despite the strange sexual attraction simmering inside him—the one that had him jerking off to visions of Kyrie way too often—Greg hadn’t had the balls to look for gay stroke films. He wasn’t even sure he’d find them appealing. He’d never even considered sleeping with men until Kyrie came along and flipped his world over like a sore loser tossing a board game.

  19. Here is an excerpt from MIDNIGHT KISS the third book in my Moonlight Romance series.
    It is an interracial romance and takes place in the South after the Civil War.

    “What are you doing in my room?” she asked, steel coating her words.

    He exhaled loudly and lit the lamp on the table. In the soft light she found the same white man who had showed her to the room.

    He eyed her with an appraising gaze. It donned on her she was standing in the middle of the room in nothing, but her nightgown. Oh Lord, the lamplight so close to her made the thin material see-through. She dove under the covers, but he’d already gotten an eyeful.

    Mr. Seever rubbed his neck, his skin turning red. He cleared his throat. “Actually, miss, you are in my room.”


    “You wouldn’t be safe on the main deck even if I paid your passage. A good-looking woman like yourself would be asking for trouble.”

    She put a hand on her chest. Each thump of her heart echoed through her body. He’d given a compliment cloaked in lust. The man had seen her nearly naked. The more she thought about it the faster her pulse sped.

    Mr. Seever looked like he wanted to help her, but didn’t know what to do.

    Leave. Just leave. The words screamed in her head but did not reach her mouth. His speech and logic finally sunk into her tired brain. This was his room—he had every right to be here. She was the stowaway.

    “I won’t hurt you, ma’am,” he said, his posture slightly bowed.

    Humph. Having a man imagining her naked was bad enough.

    “Ma’am, can I get you something? A glass of water?”

    She didn’t respond.

    He must have taken her silence as agreement. He moved to the washstand and picked up a porcelain pitcher, filling her a glass of water. “Here. Please try to relax. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

    Actually she’d startled him. Well, they both gave each other quite a scare. She sipped the water, the whole time giving him a pointed stare.

    He didn’t seem too taken aback by her unfriendly exterior.

    “If you don’t mind, ma’am, I’d like to get some more sleep. I have to work again in a few hours.”


    “I’m staying on the floor if that’s worrying you.” He lay on his makeshift pallet of clothes. It didn’t look very comfortable, but she wasn’t about to invite him to sleep next to her.

    “How many days does it take to get to St. Louis, sir?”

    “If we’re going to be rooming together you can at least call me, Mr. Seever,” he said, an undertone of laughter to his voice. “From here it will take about a week.”

    She’d spend seven days in this man’s room?

    She pushed herself up, resting on her elbows, and peered down at him. Equal parts rugged and refined, he embodied her version of handsome. She wanted to run her fingers through his already tousled sandy brown hair. His lips were sunburned. She could soothe them with kisses.

    White men had never stirred such feelings before. Her instant attraction unsettled her stomach. A fantasy. Yes, it was just a fantasy because she had been alone too long, and he’d treated her kindly. She reached over to the lamp and blew out the light. She did not need to see his features any more. Still, in the darkness her forbidden thoughts remained.

  20. Finding Zoe, Book 3 of my Atlantic Divide Series is set in England in the middle of summer, but I think my American superhero (ummm I mean action hero) still finds it cold.

    “Mac?” She poked her head around the door. He was slumped in a seat with his head between his knees; she could hear him pulling in breaths, deep and even. Disturbed, she stepped forward.
    “Are you okay?”
    His head shot up, and he took a moment to glower at her before he dropped it between his knees again.

    Concerned, she sidled in and kneeled at his feet. He looked so sick, a horrible shade of green, and as he pulled his head up to stare at her, she could see the beads of sweat covering his top lip, hear him sucking air in through his teeth and blowing it back out again through pursed lips as though he was trying not to panic.

    “What’s wrong?”

    His beautiful, dark brown eyes were stricken. Her heart shuddered with fear, and she placed her hand on his knee as sympathy oozed.

    “They’re going to throw me off the top of a cooling tower.”

    “Oh my God, why?” Her heart played treble time, and she shuffled closer, her hand coming up to soothe his shoulder as his anguished eyes appealed to her.

    “So they can film it.”

    She almost heard the screech of brakes inside her head as her heart staggered around in her chest in confusion, before it had the decency to return to normal. She removed her hand and sat back on her haunches, not knowing who to feel more exasperated at—him for being pathetic, or her for falling for it. She shook her head.

    “I would imagine they’re going to pay you quite handsomely to do it.” She folded her arms across her chest as all traces of compassion evaporated.

    His gorgeous mouth turned sullen at the tone of her voice. His dark eyes narrowed at her, hardened. “Ten million.”

    “To jump off a freaking tower?” She gave his leg a resounding slap and almost apologized as his mouth dropped open and his eyes widened at her familiarity. She was fairly certain not many people slapped Cormack Blunt these days, and she’d even surprised herself, but she still had to know. “They’re going to pay you ten million pounds to jump off a tower?”

    “Dollars. It’s less than pounds. And I’m not jumping; they’re going to throw me off!” He straightened up, looked a little less green as his irritation with her brought his color flooding back.

    “Well, I suppose it’s what happens when you’re a superhero.” She couldn’t help the
    waspishness creeping into her voice. It was, after all, his job. His luxurious job. In any case, they’d probably have a stunt man do it for him; he probably only had to hang off the edge for a moment.

    “Action hero. There’s a difference.”

    “What’s that, then?” She smiled sweetly at him and blinked slowly.
    “Action heroes don’t fly.”

    “Oh.” She stared at him in silence and then clucked her tongue and gave a quick, evil grin.

    “Could be a handy gift to have right now.”

    Liquid Silver Books

  21. Here's an excerpt from Predator's Fire, Gemini Island Shifters 5, my paranormal romance series!

    “How much longer do I have to wait? I want to see Killian Moon. Now.”
    The feminine voice, strangely soft despite its insistence, echoed deep in his being, awakening his jaguar. The great cat roared to life, turned toward the office and inhaled deeply. Its eyes flashed in interest.
    Killian breathed in at the same time, catching the scent of cherry blossoms through the door. The sweet perfume, mixed with human outrage, proved a heady distraction, making him forget why he was there. Shaking his head, he tried to dismiss the odd sensation as Ryland opened the door.
    The door swung open and the first person he glimpsed was one of the clerks from reception, trying his hardest to placate the unexpected guest. “I’m sure Mr. Snow and Mr. Moon will be right back.”
    And then his gaze landed on the petite human. Tapered Asian eyes, so dark and mysterious, but rimmed with circles of exhaustion. Smooth, cinnamon skin hinted at a mixed background. Wearing no makeup, she appeared younger than she must be, but her presence and keen eyes pegged her at around thirty years old. She had a riot of curly, black hair and feminine curves that ought to come with a warning. He could see it now. Beware: this woman’s body will cause insanity in men. Even as she gesticulated at the clerk, her boobs jiggled in such a way his throat went dry.
    He pictured her in a corset, her breasts spilling over delicate lace edging, and almost forgot his name.
    This Nina Suzuki was damn hot and his jaguar seemed to agree. The animal licked its lips, its golden gaze assessing and appreciating every detail, from her rounded hips to her come-hither rack.
    Yes, the creature uttered on a frenzied breath.

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  23. Such great work by everyone. I don't know what to read first.

  24. I like to say I write romance with a lot of heart and a touch of humor. How about a little teaser from my latest novel, Shore Feels Right, Book 2 in the Gulf Shore series:

    Cosby saw Monica look at something behind him and turned just in time to see a fin break the surface about twenty feet from where he treaded water. His eyes widened and he threw himself up onto her Jet Ski, almost knocking her off in the process. He grabbed her with one hand and the handlebars with the other, and they thrashed about trying to get seated. His arm squashed her breasts, her knee nearly knocked the breath out of him, and her elbow connected with his face, sending stars dancing before his eyes.
    “What the hell?” Monica glared at him. “It was just a freaking dolphin. Nothing to panic about.”
    “A dolphin? Are you sure?”
    She huffed out a breath. “Of course I’m sure. I’m a marine biologist, remember?”
    “I know, but all fins look like sharks to me, especially when I’m in the water with them.”
    “Remind me to explain the difference after we get back. Oh, crap. Did I get you in the eye? It’s beet red.”
    Cosby touched his face and winced. “I’m fine. You okay?”
    “Dandy, although I think I’ll be wearing a B cup from now on.”
    She started to rub her chest but dropped her hand when his gaze heated. Though Cosby wished he could do it for her, he didn’t need another black eye.
    They rode slowly back to the Nauti-Toys dock, and by the time they tied up Cosby’s eye was black-and-blue. But he forgot the shiner as he went to find his chief mechanic while Monica headed for the ladies’ room.
    “What the devil happened to you?” Duncan O’Grady asked as his boss walked up.
    “Jet Ski crapped out on me, and I got an errant elbow in the face when I tried to get on the other one behind Monica.”
    “Well, damn, that’s what you get for trying to climb on a woman you hardly know.”

    For more on my books, please visit

  25. Thank you Kayelle for inviting us to spend the week with you!

  26. Hi everybody! So glad to be included with so many great authors. Here's a little bit more about Tyburn, the first book in my new historical series, The Southwark Saga:

    Sally Green is about to die.

    She sees Death in the streets. She can taste it in her gin. She can feel it in the very walls of the ramshackle brothel where she is kept to satisfy the perversions of the wealthy. She had come to London as a runaway in search of her Cavalier father. Instead, she found Wrath, a sadistic nobleman determined to use her to fulfill a sinister ambition. As the last of her friends are murdered one by one, survival hinges on escape.

    Nick Virtue is a tutor with a secret. By night he operates as a highwayman, relieving nobles of their riches to further his brother’s criminal enterprise. It’s a difficult balance at the best of times, and any day that doesn’t end in a noose is a good one. Saving Sally means risking his reputation, and may end up costing him his life.

    As a brutal attack throws them together, Sally finds she has been given a second chance. She is torn between the tutor and the highwayman, but she knows she can have neither. Love is an unwanted complication while Wrath haunts the streets. Nick holds the key to Wrath’s identity, and Sally will risk everything to bring him to justice.

    Unless the gallows take her first.



    “You don’t need to fear me,” he said, in a voice he hoped was soothing.
    “I don’t,” she replied, her voice hoarse. She cleared her throat. “Thank you for saving me.”
    As Nick sat on the edge of his trunk behind her, he settled his thighs around her hips, pulling her close enough to allow him to see the even silk stitches he had placed a fortnight before. Her head swayed with the movement and he caught the sweet smell of her skin as she drew near. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before answering, “You don’t need to thank me. I’m glad I was able to.”
    He eased the shift off her shoulders, his hands skimming her smooth sides. Her arms crossed her chest to clutch the loose linen over her breasts. Every inch of exposed flesh revealed a new piece of a pattern of crisscrossing scars that ran all the way up her back, culminating with the fresh knife wound beneath her right shoulder blade, angry and red.
    He had seen the scars as he had sewn her up, and again the many times he had checked on the wound’s progress, but he had not been prepared for the sight of them in the unforgiving light of day. Nick let his breath out slowly, trying to hide his shock.
    “You haven’t seen them in daylight.”
    “I beg your pardon?”
    Sally’s shoulders relaxed slightly. “I felt your breath on my back.”
    Nick swallowed. “There are so many of them.”
    Years. What kind of monster could do such a thing? He traced the edge of his thumb along a thick scar that crossed her spine from beneath her left shoulder to just above her right hip.
    She shuddered.
    “Forgive me.” He dropped his hand.
    When she answered, there was a tremor in her voice. “It doesn’t hurt.”


    You can read more about Tyburn and the Southwark Saga on my website at

    Thanks for stopping by! :)

  27. Thank you for the spotlight!

  28. My pleasure having all of you stop by and support LSB, one of my favorite publishers. Soooo many friends here!


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