Tuesday, January 19, 2010


ISBN#: 1-60601-701-2December 2009
Siren Publishing
134 Pages
Erotic Romance Vampires/Werewolves Alternative (M/M or F/F
Rating: 5 cups

Ethan Brown is a werewolf and has become a part of the Wolf Creek Pack like his former alpha, Reece. When a sudden urge to enter a bar puts him face to face with his mate, he is ecstatic. But things do not turn out the way he plans.

Jason Dominick “JD” or “Jace” is a werewolf and is close friends with Sheriff Joe Nash, an enforcer with the Wolf Creek Pack. He was recently attacked by one of his brothers and stabbed with a silver knife, giving him silver poisoning.

When Ethan finds his mate in a local bar not long after he joins the Wolf Creek Pack, he could not be happier. When the man who calls himself Jace agrees to go home with him, it is all he can do not to do the happy dance. Their lovemaking is everything Ethan could have wished for, but then he wakes up and his mate is not in his apartment. Terrified that his mate could be hurt, he goes looking for him, even going so far as to contact Joe for help. Months go by, and it is only by chance that one day when Ethan does not come into the sheriff’s office for news, that Joe takes his friend JD with him to see how Ethan is doing. Of course when Ethan spots JD or Jace he is ecstatic. There is only one problem, Jace does not remember him or claiming him thanks to the silver poisoning, and he has been hiding the fact he prefers men from his family. He also plans to mate with a woman because his father does not tolerate gays and is very brutal. He denies Ethan, hurting him both emotionally and physically. Will JD be able to accept that he is gay and turn his back on his family and becoming alpha someday? Will he accept Ethan as his true mate, and help to heal him in the process? Only time will tell.

Love Always, Promise is a delightfully emotional story that tugs at your heart strings. I gobbled this story up in one sitting, reading long into the night to find out if these two were going to get their stuff together and become a couple or not. I enjoyed JD’s personality, even if he was a bit of a block head in the beginning, and I was especially gratified to discover that Ethan’s injury was not for the reason originally given at the beginning of the book. That almost would have been a deal breaker for me otherwise. I also loved Ethan’s strength and how he never really gave up even when it seemed he did. As always, the lovemaking is this book is scorching, but it is the emotions expressed that make it a true winner. If you have not read the Wolf Creek Pack series, I strongly urge you to go to Siren Publishing and get your copies today, you will not regret it!

Regina, Coffee Time Romance & More


ISBN#: (13) 978-1-60601-719-7/(10) 1-60601-719-5
November 2009
Siren Publishing
154 Pages
EROTIC Romance Vampires/Werewolves Alternative (M/M or F/F)
Rating: 5 cups

Devlin Morgan is a werewolf and has been entrusted by his alpha to return the body of a dead vampire princess to her brother. He is very nervous because vampires and werewolves have been deadly enemies for nearly 500 years.

Zacarius Ivinovav, a vampire prince does not have the same reservations about associating with werewolves that most of his coven does. Unlike most of his coven, he can remember what it was like before the war that drove a wedge between their two peoples.

When Devlin arrives at Zacarius’ home, he has no idea he is about to meet one of the sexiest men he has ever laid eyes on, instead he is worried about what Zacarius might do to him since he is bringing the man’s dead sister back. When it becomes apparent to him almost immediately that the instant attraction is mutual, he attempts to resist. However, all it takes is Zacarius trying out a special vampire “talent” he has to erode all of Devlin’s reservations. Their passion is scorching hot and both definitely want to continue exploring it,that is until it becomes apparent that someone has poisoned Zacarius. Will Zacarius survive the attempt on his life? If he does will the secret he holds keep Devlin with him always as he wants, or will it drive a wedge between them forever?

Whew! You know how they say that most writers write the same kinds of stories, and after a while you can anticipate how their stories are going to end? Well, let me assure that Ms. Glenn is not one of them. This is one author that can write anything, and I do mean anything and do it very well! This story had some twists and turns that I did not see coming making it a truly brilliant piece of work. The world building is extraordinary when it comes to the Wolf Creek Pack stories, but she outdid herself with Blood Prince. Zacarius really is not at all how I would visualize a vampire prince, oh, he can act like one on the outside in order to keep his rule, but he is not at all like that on the inside which I really loved. Devlin is not just your typical alpha type werewolf, he’s a typical man, and had me cracking up, as well as, wanting to smack the crap out of him on more than one occasion. The ending when I got I finally got there was so worth the wait that I turned around and re-read the book a second time. I highly recommend Blood Prince and the Wolf Creek Pack series to anyone who loves m/m and paranormal romance!

Regina, Coffee Time Romance & More

Friday, January 15, 2010

Just A Few Questions

These questions were posted to me by my teenage daughter. I wasn't sure of the answers so I thought I'd share. Anyone know the answers?

Can you cry under water?

How important does a person have to be before they are considered assassinated instead of just murdered?

Why do you have to "put your two cents in", but it's only a "penny for your thoughts"? Where's that extra penny going to?

Once you're in heaven, do you get stuck wearing the clothes you were buried in for eternity?

If a deaf person has to go to court, is it still called a hearing?

Why are you IN a movie, but you're ON TV?

Why do people pay to go up tall buildings and then put money in binoculars to look at things on the ground?

Why do doctors leave the room while you change? They're going to see you naked anyway.

If the professor on Gilligan's Island can make a radio out of a coconut, why can't he fix a hole in a boat?

Why does Goofy stand erect while Pluto remains on all fours? They're both dogs!

If Wile E. Coyote had enough money to buy all that ACME crap, why didn't he just buy dinner?

If corn oil is made from corn, and vegetable oil is made from vegetables, what is baby oil made from?

Why do they call it an asteroid when it's outside the hemisphere, but call it a hemorrhoid when it's in your butt?

Did you ever notice that when you blow in a dog's face, he gets mad at you, but when you take him for a car ride, he sticks his head out the window?

Tuesday, January 12, 2010



Love's Legacy 2

A lace corset, a bar of rose scented soap…

Lovers Jeb and Boone don’t know what to expect when they find a sexy little man dressed as a woman in the countryside. They soon discover that they want Avery to join their family, but in order to keep him safe, Avery has to become their wife.

Can they convince Avery and the rest of Applegate Valley that the pretty man they’ve fallen for is a woman?


Cowboy Dreams Story Excerpt
Applegate Valley, 1866
“There’s an awful lot of birds circling over yonder, Jeb,” Boone Fowler said, nodding his head towards a small grass covered rise off in the distance. “What do ya’ll think they’re waiting on?”
Jeb McCain pushed his cowboy hat back and shielded his eyes with his hand. He stared out over the empty prairie ground between him and the small earthen rise where the birds circled. They were scavenger birds, meant something was either dead or dying.
“I don’t rightly know, Boone, but whatever it is it’s either dead or dying. Suppose it wouldn’t hurt to take a gander. Might be one of our lost heifers.”
Boone nodded. Jeb clicked his tongue and nudged his horse to head towards the rise. It was pretty easy going, the rise made mostly of grass and weeds. Even the slope of the hill was easy to traverse, his chestnut palomino walking right up until they reached the top of the rise.
Jeb pulled his horse to a stop and looked out over the small ravine below. It was a little rockier than the side he and Boone had just ridden up. Jeb guessed it was a winter creek bed. They were far enough into the spring that they should be out of danger of a flash flood.
“Ya’ll see anything, Jeb?” Boone asked bringing his horse up next to Jeb’s.
“Them birds seem mighty interested in that little rocky area just south of that large boulder.” Jeb pointed to a large boulder about the size of a good water barrel. He still couldn’t see anything that might interest the damn birds though.
He stood up in the leather stirrups to get a better look. Jeb thought he caught the site of something but then it was gone. He sat back down and clicked his tongue again at his horse. “Come on, Boone, we ain’t gonna to see anything from way up here.”
Jeb and Boone carefully made their way down the side of the small rise until they reached the bottom. Jeb paused long enough to insure that his colt revolver was full, nodding when he spotted Boone doing the same. A person can never be too careful.
Jeb figured they were not more than fifty feet from whatever the birds were circling. He climbed down from his horse and looped the reins over the saddle horn. He held his finger up to his lips telling Boone to keep silent.
Jeb was lucky enough to have a horse that was well trained. He didn’t need to tie him off to keep him from running. Ponyboy wouldn’t run, not even if there was gunfire. He wouldn’t run until Jeb told him to and then he’d run all out.
Even though he was being extremely quiet, Jeb could hear Boone coming up behind him. Jeb motioned to Boone to stay where he was while he moved around to the side of where they were heading.
If there was indeed something there, Jeb didn’t want to be caught in any possible crossfire. Besides, if he moved up the rise a bit he could flank whatever the birds were after. Once Boone had nodded, Jeb moved.
Reaching a small pile of river rocks, Jeb squatted down behind them and pulled his gun. He nodded over to Boone, signaling that Boone could move forward. Jeb would keep him covered from his vantage point.
Time ticked by slowly as Boone cautiously made his way through the small ravine. Jeb could see him glance up then move around a small bend in the natural path of the creek bed. There was a lot of prairie grass and weeds between Jeb and Boone but not so much that Jeb couldn’t see Boone’s mouth drop open in shock.
“It’s a young man, Jeb” Boone said quietly but Jeb heard him anyway. He sounded perplexed. “He’s dressed in a lady’s corset.”

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Friday, January 8, 2010


By Leiland Dale

Matt D'Marco has happily settled in his routine for years. Now with a pending divorce, recently promoted Matt's life is about to take an entirely new direction.

Matt's first case as detective turns out to be a challenge. Desperation sets in when all leads in the child serial killer case leave the police department empty handed. Paul Whittington, psychic and medium, may be the only solution in finding a break in the case.

Matt and Paul are forced to work together. But when a work relationship turns into something more, it challenges everything Matt's known about himself, his life, and desires. Then, a turn in the case could put everything at risk.

In the end, can Paul win over Matt's resistance and claim him as his own?


Walking into the terminal of the tiny airport, I don’t get that feeling of coming home. Yes, this is my hometown, but it’s just too much. Tired of people unable to decide if they want to approach me or avoid me, I left for the preferred isolation of Forks a year or two ago. I find people either avoid me because they’re homophobic or approach me because they’re curious to find out if a deceased relative has a message for them.
All the hustle and bustle of the airport reminds me why I left in the first place. Dealing with the residents of the town is difficult enough but still having to deal with spirits of the dearly departed on top of that, is just too much. The crowds are probably the most difficult with so many spirits so close together. It always feels like they are screaming at the top of their lungs directly in my ear.
Collecting my luggage at the carousel I keep an eye out for the police officer my brother-in-law has sent to pick me up. This is just what I need, a babysitter with a badge.
As I step out to the front of the terminal, a police car pulls up to the curb. I wait patiently for the police officer to get out of his car but I’m slowly becoming irate with the spirits talking in my ear.
When the officer steps out of the car and turns to face me, I let out an audible gasp. Never in my life have I ever seen a man this big. A commanding six foot four god towers over me. Muscles like huge irons bars, shoulders wide enough to hinder him from entering a doorway easily. Short light brown tousled hair and those eye…..those brown puppy dog eyes. This was definitely the most beautiful man I have ever seen. I can’t take my eyes off the gorgeous Adonis approaching me. Without realizing it at first, I lick my lips. I can’t move. I stand there, staring, unable to speak.
“Hi. Are you Paul Whittington?” The officer holds out his hand as he approaches me.
“Umm…Yes,” I stammer. I braced myself, knowing I will have a vision the moment we touch. I reach out and shake his hand. Nothing happens. Confused, I pull my hand back. This has never happened to me before.
“The captain sent me to pick you up and bring you to the station before you get settled.” The gravelly voice was giving me goose bumps. Still at a loss for words, I quickly divert my gaze to my luggage. I can’t believe the instant desire I feel when our eyes first connect. I can still feel the trembling of my knees as I try to bring myself under control and shake off the desire surging within me.
“Let’s get your stuff loaded in the back so we can head to the station. The captain wants to speak to you.” I hear the officer mumble something under his breath as he gets into the car but I can’t make out a thing he says.
I turn to the officer. “Are you always this rude, officer? Or is it just part of your charm?”
“Listen, my name is Detective D’Marco not officer. And just so that we understand each other, I’ll make it clear and simple. I don’t believe in the hocus pocus you do and honestly I don’t give a shit. Stay out of my way and I’ll stay out of yours. I have a case to solve and having you hanging around is just giving me more work than I already have. I don’t have the time to be anyone’s babysitter,” he answers rudely as he pulls away from the curb.
I sit staring at the detective in shocked silence. My God. Detective D’Marco is probably the most insufferable and uncouthly person I have ever met. He might be a breathtakingly beautiful Adonis, but still an insufferable ass.
It looks like my life has just become a bit more complicated.

* * * *

The silence in the car is a welcome reprieve from the chaotic thoughts going around in my head. What the fuck just happened? The moment I get out of the car and see Paul standing at the curb, I’m overwhelmed with lust like I haven’t experienced since I was a teenager. What the hell?
Paul, with the long brown hair with red and blonde streaks falling just below his shoulders, the greenest eyes and the most luscious lips I’ve ever seen on any human being literally makes my knees weak. Remembering Paul bend over, throwing his suitcase in the back of the car has my cock hard in seconds. The five foot seven man sitting next to me in the confined space inside the car is much more impressive than the picture the captain showed me earlier. Much more beautiful than any woman I’ve ever dated, including my ex-wife.
Never in my life have I thought of a man as beautiful.
What the fuck is happening to me? I’m shocked. I divert my attention back to the road trying to get the uneasiness in my stomach and the hardness of my cock to subside.
“So, are you one of the detectives working on this case?” he asks, interrupting the awkward silence and my uncomfortable thoughts.
“Yes. This is a very delicate case and it looks like there might be a leak somewhere in the department. Since the article hit the front page news a couple of days ago, Petersen and I, and now you, are the only ones assigned to this case. We’re keeping a tight leash on it.” I say as I try to keep my attention off the beauty occupying the passenger seat. What?!? I just thought of a man as a beauty! I try to keep my eyes and mind on the road.
Catching movement out the corner of my eye, I turn my head and glance over at Paul and see him looking out the side window trying to discreetly wipe a stray tear from his cheek. I have the intense urge to pull the car over and hold the man in my arms to soothe him. Turning my attention back to the road ahead I wonder what has upset him to bring tears and the sad look to those beautiful eyes.
After a moment of silence I hear him shift in his seat and I can feel his eyes watching me, intently.
“Well, I’ll help where I can. I can’t promise that I’ll be able to give you any information. We’ll need to see where it goes,” he says. I grip the steering wheel tighter, and my knuckles begin to turn white. The urge to reach out a hand to clasp the one on Paul’s lap is overwhelming. I don’t understand what is happening to me. I’ve never felt this way.
My thoughts go back to the latest crime scene, seeing the bodies of the blonde haired boys bring back an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“Yeah, we’ll see.” I grunt. “We’ll be at the precinct soon.”
Focusing on the road again, not another word is spoken. I struggle with my thoughts and try to understand why I feel this way and where these feelings are coming from. This is new and I feel shaken. This is far from anything I’ve ever felt in my life. Why do I feel this attraction to another man? It doesn’t make any sense to me. These thoughts begin to cross my mind at a million miles per hour.
Out of the corner of my eye, I can see he’s still lost in thought, looking out the window. I’d give anything to know what he’s thinking about right now.

Paul's D'Marco Excerpt © 2009 Leiland Dale - All rights reserved

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