July 8, 2014

No. 1 Time Travel Bestseller in Canada!

I have a very special guest today (SQUEE!). 

She's a multi-published (200+ to date) author, a collegiate-level creative writing instructor, and currently has three time-travel books on the bestseller's list on Amazon. (SQUEE!!)

Please give a flaming welcome to Melodie Campbell.


By Melodie Campbell

It happened when I was writing the third of the Land’s End trilogy, the one that starts with Rowena Through the Wall.  “Bawdy, Lusty and Fun! Total escape” said one reviewer.

So here I was, thinking this may be the last of the adventures for Rowena.  (Maybe.  We’ll see what readers say.)  Love that girl, Rowena.  Want her to have the time of her life.

And so I started thinkingwhat would be my final fantasy?  If I could choose any ripping, rollicking, fantasy, what would I want it to be?

And more important, who would be the man to share it with?

Keep in mind that I’m a pretty physical girl, myself.  Yes, I love books, but that is for the adventures they give me.  For me, adventure is not shopping in New York on a Saturday.  Nope – I’m more primitive than that.  I love fast cars and horses at a gallop, and travel to distant climes.

Thane, the lover from the first book, is an intellectual hunk.  At first I thought he was the ideal man.  But then when I wrote the second book, Rowena and the Dark Lord, it came to me clearly that Thane was too logical.  He wouldn’t fight if he knew he would lose.

Note to self:  Passion is not about logic.  In my fantasies, I want a man who will put passion before reason.

So this isn’t real life we’re talking about here.  Nope, if I am being honest, in my fantasy, it comes down to biology. 

I want the leader.  The man who stands tall and is respected by all other men. I want the man who will not back down when challenged, and will risk all for me.
I want a Viking Warlord.


I awoke to a strange scratching noise.

Dawn light was streaming through the window. I was lying on my back on the bed. A fur throw covered me from mid-hip down.

Lars was sitting, still naked, on the wooden chair with his feet resting on the bed. He had something in his hand.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

He looked up. "I am drawing you." He returned to his task.

Lars, the great Viking warrior, was an artist? It was the last thing I could have imagined.

"I want to savor this moment. Who knows what war will bring and whether I will even survive it," he said.

"Don't speak like that. I can't bear it."

His eyes whipped up. "You have a big heart, Rowena. By rights you should hate me for what I have done this night."

"I don't hate you. I understand you have done this to protect me."

He snorted. "That shows you know nothing of men."

I was bewildered. What did he mean?

"You said that thisnight in your bed would mean that I am claimed."

"Indeed it does." His hand worked furiously with the charcoal. "Which is what I want. What I want, Rowena, mark those words. I wanted you. I have for weeks. Do not make me out to be heroic."

ROWENA AND THE VIKING WARLORD  - currently the No. 1 Time Travel bestseller in Canada!

Billed as Canada’s “Queen of Comedy" by the Toronto Sun (Jan. 5, 2014), Melodie Campbell achieved a personal best when Library Digest compared her to Janet Evanovich.  Winner of nine awards, including the 2014 Derringer (US) and the 2014 Arthur Ellis (Canada) for The Goddaughter’s Revenge (Orca Books), Melodie has over 200 publications, including 100 comedy credits, 40 short stories, and seven novels.

July 7, 2014

Romantic stories to inspire your inner goddess!


Featuring many of the same authors who brought you STRANDED WITH A BILLIONAIRE, HOT SOLDIER and WICKED FAIRYTALES this is one 
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by Seraphina Donavan

Scorned, desperate and broke, Penny has no idea that her housekeeping job at a luxurious Vegas hotel has placed her in the paths of meddling gods and goddesses. She also has no idea that in an effort to make her happy and give her the love she deserves in the form of Marik, a cursed demigod, Aphrodite might very well have released Armageddon. But every couple has their issues, right?


by Shyla Colt

Julian Sorrow has lived a life that would break most people, but his music has helped him survive. Colette, his muse, has watched helplessly in love with him and unable to ease his suffering. Striking a deal with Aphrodite, Colette has one year on earth to win him. When put to the test, will Julian choose the woman who loves him or the music that saved him?


For every gift there is a price, even for the gods. Medusa and Poseidon have nurtured their secret love for one another for years, until one fateful day, they succumb. But for that moment of bliss, the price is steep indeed. Can Poseidon save the woman he loves from a curse that will mean death 
to them both?

by Siobhan MacKenzie

On a mission from Odin, Loki has journeyed to Midgard to visit a seerees about a prophecy. But the trickster finds himself to be the tricked when the short, squat woman he expected turns out to be a beautiful Jotun woman with a dark past. As passionate as she is prickly, Loki must submit to her to have her And Loki submits to no one...or does he? 

by Kate Baum

After losing eighty pounds, it isn’t just Lauren’s body that has changed. Her dreams have become increasingly sensual and erotic, a gift from the Maiden of the Mist, according to the women of her tribe. Then she meets time face to face and has to ask herself, is it real or is it all just a dream?

by Leanore Elliott

Bored and miserable, Delaney escapes her life at the Date Palms Inn at Indian Wells, reinventing herself as the mysterious and enigmatic Gigi. Little does she know that she isn’t the only celestial being at Date Palms. What’s up with the hunky Val and his sister Jade who are running the Inn? And why does her life as Gigi suddenly feel more like reality while Delaney is fast becoming a distant memory?

by Leigh Savage

Writing everyone else’s destiny, but never living her own, Moerae decides to take matters into her own hands. Alexander, a demigod living obliviously on Earth, has always had women falling at his feet but he’s never loved any of them. He’s also the perfect instrument for Moerae’s rebellion. What she intended to be no more than a little fun, soon turns into much more for both of them. Could it be they were destined for one another?

Available only at AMAZON

July 4, 2014

Cowboys are heating up the summer!

One lady I met when I first started to write is now a multi-published author with a cowgirl attitude. (Can I get a YEE-HAW??) 

Not only does she write of the authentic cowboy and his fading way of life, she also lives the dream!

Please help me welcome D'Ann Lindun and her latest western romance to
The Flames.

Blurb: Afraid to love, Lily Halderman is determined to never feel despair like when she lost her husband to cancer. Left alone to continue their custom farming business, she struggles to stay afloat, both financially and emotionally. Until Will comes along to help with the farm, impressing her with his hard work ethics, and presenting a danger to her heart because he is just the kind of man she could love.
Will Wainwright is running from the pain of the past. Feeling responsible for the death of fellow soldier—the woman he loved—Will takes a job working for Lily, hoping the dawn-to-dusk labor will help him forget his sorrow. But, Lily’s grit and determination to move forward catches him off guard.
Friendship turns to passionbut can they heal one another?

“Make love to me, Will.”
For a moment, she didn’t think he was going to respond. “Are you sure, Lily? Even after what I just told you?”
 “I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.” Placing her hands on either side of his head, she bent forward and brushed his lips with hers. “Now make love to me.”
 “Yes, ma’am.” He pulled her on top of him and circled her waist with his arms, holding her against his big body. He slid his hands down and cupped her behind, sending a shiver rocketing up Lily’s back.
Mounting him, she rocked against his erection pressing against the middle seam of her jeans. Wet heat flooded her and she squirmed against his rigid penis.
She sat up to allow him take off her top; he threw it aside. She unsnapped the buttons on his western shirt and he shrugged out of it. Goosebumps rose on her skin when he undid the front clasp of her plain white bra. With a gentleness that belied his urgency, Will slid the straps from her shoulders, baring her breasts to his hot gaze. Splaying his hands across her upper back, he tipped her forward and took a beaded nipple in his mouth. Lily moaned and dug her fingers into his chest as he sucked deep.
When he changed sides the cool evening air caressed her damp, erect nipple. A wave of unbridled desire washed over her and she pressed her center against the hard length of him again. A moan of dissatisfaction slipped out of her.
He took his mouth from her breast. “That’ll work even better without clothes.”
Uncertain, she hesitated. Should she undress herself first? Or him?
 “Let me.” Will reached for the snap of her jeans. She slid off him and onto her back to wriggle out of her snug Levi’s. After Will helped her, he kicked free of his own boots and Wranglers.
In the dappled moonlight he was magnificent.
Muscled. Masculine. Male.
He settled on top of her, but held his weight off with his elbows.
She swallowed. “Will, I—”
He silenced whatever she planned to say with a kiss. His lips covered hers, prying them open to taste, tease and torment until she gasped. The hair on his chest brushed her erect nipples, making her stomach clench.
Holding himself up with one hand, Will pinched her nipples between his fingers until she thought she’d scream. Maybe she did. She wasn’t sure.
Will settled his weight between her thighs, the tip of his erection prodding her damp opening. He slid a hand between them, over her clit. She did cry out then. And dug her nails into his shoulders.
 “I can’t wait.” She arched her hips. “Please.”
 “Hold on, baby.” He reached for his jeans and withdrew a condom from a pocket. Slipping it over his straining cock, he moved over her again. She lifted her hips and he slid into her in one fluid motion.
 “Oh, God.” Lily wrapped her fingers around his biceps.
 “All right?”
A little uncomfortable, but she wouldn’t be anywhere else at that moment. “Uh-huh.”
He wrapped a hand in her hair and bent her head a little to nip her jaw and neck. Slowly, he moved his hips, until she began to match his pace. The discomfort faded, replaced with pleasure. Little crimps in her lower belly built until she thrust her hips into his, each time a little faster until they met in a frantic heat that led them both to a shattering crescendo in near unison.
“You okay?” he asked near her ear, his breathing harsh.
How to answer? She’d gone to the moon and back. “Perfect.”
 He chuckled. “Good.”
 “Yes, you are.”
His chuckle turned to an outright laugh. “Thank you.”


Falling in love with romance novels the summer before sixth grade, D’Ann Lindun never thought about writing one until many years later when she took a how-to class at her local college. She was hooked! She began writing and never looked back. 

Romance appeals to her because there's just something so satisfying about writing a book guaranteed to have a happy ending. D’Ann’s particular favorites usually feature cowboys and the women who love them. This is probably because she draws inspiration from the area where she lives, Western Colorado, her husband of twenty-nine years and their daughter. 

Composites of their small farm, herd of horses, five Australian shepherds, a Queensland heeler, two ducks and cats of every shape and color often show up in her stories!

D’Ann loves to hear from readers! Please contact her at:

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Let's scorch a few readers with some HOT Friday FLAMES!

June 26, 2014

It's not the size of the dog in the fight . . .

. . . it’s the size of their balls.

So, I tweaked the old saying a bit. We’ve all heard the original, how it’s the size of the fight in the dog, but not until yesterday did I apply this philosophy to my writing career.

An author friend and I were emailing back and forth. She told me a funny sad story about her dog, Jess, and what trouble she’d gotten into.

Our conversation drifted and I was shocked to hear that 30 pound Jess likes to chase 600 pound wild bears when they go on hikes (which rhymes with Yikes!).

See Jess’s story here:

After laughing watching the video, it made me wonder how big Jess’s non-existent balls were. I weigh a teeny bit *cough-cough* more than 30 pounds and unless my inner gas tank were filled with straight moonshine, I’d never go after a freaking bear.

The difference between Jess and I:  Confidence

Four years ago as a new author who penned weird original material, I had confidence by the bucketfuls. Nobody ever told me shapeshifting centaurs would be a niche genre.

*** Just like nobody told Jess she was smaller than the bear. ***

Until I discovered gravity in the form of sales rank, confidence was my friend.

I wish I could be more like Jess and chase that damn bear! Go balls out, bark my loudest, and not allow fear to enter the game.

Thank you to Liza O’Conner for allowing me to steal share Jess for this blog. Incidentally, Jess shows up twice in Liza’s book “Saving Casey”. Amazon Link: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00A7KRSOO

Go forth and be bold today, friends.
May your balls be huge.

June 13, 2014

Presenting NY Times & USA Today Best Selling Author, Jennifer Lowery


I love sharing the work of others! And as you know, here on 
THE FLAMES, the steamier, the better.

Be sure to share your own HOT scene and include the links to find you.

To ignite the fire, please welcome Jennifer Lowery as she starts us off by heating things up!  

Jennifer and I have known each other for a few years now. Her career is taking off and  exciting times are rolling in -- I'm so happy for her!

Take it away, Jennifer!

 …A game of survival tests their will and their love.

A mission she can’t forget…

The first female operative for the counterterrorism unit known as ATCOM, Atalanta Devayne is haunted by a former mission gone wrong. That mission led to her imprisonment, torture, and ultimate retirement, along with her loss of faith in the man she’d trusted with her life.

Brings his vengeance…

Former Navy SEAL, Noah Kincaid, bears the responsibility of Attie’s imprisonment and blames himself for not protecting her from drug lord Carlos Santiago. This time he won’t fail her.

In a deadly game of survival.

Santiago has resurfaced and set up an elaborate plan to exact his revenge on Attie by taking her brother hostage. The only way to save him is by revisiting the darkness of her past and relying on a man she can’t trust. In a battle of life or death, Noah and Attie are put to the test. They must face challenges to overcome the past and accept their feelings for each other before the danger that tore them apart separates them forever.

Former Navy SEAL, Noah Kincaid, bears the responsibility of fellow counterterrorist operative, Atalanta Devayne’s, imprisonment, torture and retirement. Now the drug lord has resurfaced and set up an elaborate plan to exact his revenge on Attie. Noah and Attie must face challenges to overcome the past and accept their feelings for each other before the danger that tore them apart separates them forever. 

Copyright 2014, Jennifer Lowery 

Trying to explain was out of the question, he knew she wasn’t in a place where she could listen, so he set the lantern on the ground and stepped back. “Come on, Devayne, take what you need from me.”

“You have nothing I need.”

“Oh, I think I do. Let’s work on your fighting skills before we meet up with Santiago.”

It worked. Attie took off her parka and hung it on a tree limb. Then she lunged. Noah simply allowed her to release her pent up emotions on him, parrying her blows, challenging her and offering what she needed. She flew at and around him with skill and agility that impressed him once again. She jabbed with her fists, kicked and danced as if she were weightless.

The ground below them grew muddy from rain and their boots. Anyone watching would no doubt think them crazy to be out in such weather—Noah would have agreed—but this was important. Attie’s state of mind took precedence over the storm.

Dodging a jab to his kidney, he put his hands together in a time-out gesture as lightning flashed overhead. Attie ignored it and trotted toward him. Deflecting the blow, he said loudly to be heard, “Enough. You’re going to catch pneumonia.”

Again, she ignored him.

Annoyed, he waited for her to turn just like so…and in one swift move spun her into his arms and trapped her arms at her sides, holding her tight against him.

Green ice met his stare and her beauty struck him again. Anger never looked so good on a woman. Raindrops clung to her lashes and slid over the smooth flesh of her cheeks. Her hair clung like a deep flame to her head and shoulders. She looked hostile and aggressive and sexy as hell with her eyes flashing, cheeks flushed and clothes plastered to her lithe body. Her chin jutted out stubbornly.

“I’ll tell you when I’m done,” she snapped, struggling against him.

“You’re done.”

Like a wildcat she fought to be released. She managed to slip an elbow free and slammed it into his ribs. The same as she had the night he rescued her from that cell. She’d landed a good blow to his jaw despite her battered state.

“Ouch,” he growled.

Somehow, she managed to wrap her leg around his. He tried to stop their descent, but the ground beneath them was slippery from where they had churned it up with their boots, and they both went down.

Noah managed to take the brunt of the fall, banging his elbow on a rock when they hit. Attie landed on top of him in a tangle of arms and legs and she was more furious than ever.

“Let me go.”

“Not until we finish this.” He clamped an arm around her waist to still her movements. She collapsed against him, her breath heaving in and out of her lungs. Her forehead dropped down on his shoulder and he tightened his arm around her waist. Slim and delicate against him, her curves fitting into his contours like puzzle pieces.

The air changed around them. Attie’s breath hitched. Like it or not, the chemistry was still there. Years of attraction, years of fighting it, broke him. His control snapped and he lifted his head and captured her mouth in his.

Author Bio:
NY Times & USA Today bestselling author, Jennifer Lowery grew up reading romance novels in the back of her math book and on the bus to school, and never wanted to be anything but a writer.  Her summers were spent sitting at the kitchen table with her sisters spinning tales of romance and intrigue and always with a tall glass of ice tea at their side. 
Today, Jennifer is living that dream and she couldn’t be happier to share her passion with her readers.  She loves everything there is about romance.  Her stories feature alpha heroes who meet their match with strong, independent heroines.  She believes that happily ever after is only the beginning of her stories. And the road to that happy ending is paved with action, adventure, and romance. As her characters find out when they face danger, overcome fears, and are forced to look deep within themselves to discover love.  
Jennifer lives in Michigan with her husband and two children. When she isn’t writing she enjoys reading and spending time with her family. 

Find Jennifer:

Buy The Maze:

Other Books by Jennifer Lowery:
A SEAL’s Song (Book #1, SEAL Team Alpha)
Hard To Handle (Book #1, Sawyer Sisters Trilogy)
Hard Core (Book #1, Onyx Group)
Murphy’s Law
Taking Chances (short story)

May 30, 2014

Give and Take at Friday Flames

Welcome to Friday Flames! 

My guest has a HOT-off-the-press New Adult romance!

Yeah! Bring it on!!

Please welcome Alisa Anderson and her latest release: 
Give & Take.

Blurb:  Young, talented, ambitious. Wild.

Three friends, who struggled for fortune and fame, have finally found themselves thrust into mega-stardom.

What is right if there is no wrong…

For Ty, Lena and Danny, they're about to find out as they cross the boundaries from all things safe to an arena testing love, friendship and loyalty. An arena that's forbidden, taboo…and oh so tempting.

They’re riding hard and fast in a world where sex, money, love and rock & roll are all a game of give & receive, where any wish can be granted if you just ask...

Open, honest and raw, this is a rare glimpse of what happens behind the fortune and the fame, beyond the limelight, past the adulation and acclaim.

Welcome...to the real.

“You know, if I had any sense, which we’ve clearly seen I don’t, I would hang up the phone and pretend none of this ever happened.”
She shook her head regretfully.
“And yet and still, as we speak, my fingers continue to stroke an absolutely swollen clit.”
“Jesus,” Ty muttered, biting back an oath, realizing he was still stroking himself as well. Sweat glistened on his forehead as his hand moved up and down his engorged cock with smooth, practiced strokes. Slow and measured at first, then faster and more rapidly, the feeling so intense he couldn’t help moaning out loud. He rocked his hips, feeling the rise of sperm in his shaft, ready to burst at any moment. He heard a small noise on the phone and knew it was her. Trying to resist giving in.
“Come with me, Lena.”
“No.” Yet her fingers continued moving, unhurried and restrained as she fought for control.
“Your mouth is so warm…so wet. Take it all, baby…suck it. Just like that. I’m spilling pre-come all over my hands, Lena. It’s all for you. I wish you were here to lick it off. Why are you fighting this?”
“I’m not listening.” Her breath caught, fingers still continuing to have a mind of their own as they slid in between the walls of her pussy, caressing her clit, sliding over the slick folds of her walls.
Traitorous sluts, her fingers. Every blasted one of the little monsters.
Couldn’t trust them worth a damn. They did whatever they wanted.
“Yes, you are. And you’re getting yourself wet with the thought of me pushing my cock into your mouth. Sucking it off for me. Tasting my come. Knowing you’re responsible for getting me this way. You’re enjoying the control and you should, love. I know from experience. It’s a heady trip, isn’t it?”
He heard her breathing increase in pace over the phone.
“Would it be so wrong to admit, just this once, I turn you on? That this, whatever it is, gets you off?” Ty’s voice strained as he struggled to manage his emotions. If he could wait a little bit longer, he knew it would be big.
He knew she was also ready to break soon, and wanted to be there with her.
Every step of the way.
Fine. You turn me on. This. Turns me on. Ridiculously. Satisfied?” Lena felt her nipples hardening through her shirt, feeling them under her palm. She twisted her left nipple, painfully, maliciously, whimpering out loud. Not enough.
Like an itch she couldn’t scratch, her fingers, her hands…weren’t enough.
She needed him.
“Tell me what you taste like. Tell me now.”
Her voice was a whisper…sexy personified, sultry, as she pinched her clit, shivering at the light sting.
“Salty…sweet, slightly bitter. Just like you said. How did you know?”
Lena gave a dark, husky laugh full of promise. It made his balls draw up and tighten as his cock continued to pulse, throbbing under his tutelage.
“I’m that good.”
“Modest too.”
She had to take a breath before she answered.
Liquid heat ran down her thighs as she caught another breath before answering.
“Oh come now, love. Modesty is for people who can’t deliver the goods. And we both know that’s not true, don’t we?” She savored the exquisite torture of her fingers, now thoroughly wet and buried inside her pussy.
“It’s too bad you’re not here with me, Ty.” Lena’s voice was breathy as she stroked her clit with increased rhythm. Wild with need now, she was beyond caring about anything but how she felt, how gloriously, amazingly wanton she was.
“Do you know what I would do if you were? I would straddle you between my breasts. Sliding that big, thick cock up and down, getting slick with all that come. Lapping up every bit of spill from your thighs and your chest. Making my nipples slippery with your come. Rubbing myself all over you. And then…are you still with me, gorgeous? I would sink down on top of that hard stick of yours and take you inside. I’m so tight, Ty. Can you feel how tight I am?”
“Sweet fuck you are tight. It’s like I almost can’t fit.”
“I’ve done my pussy push-ups, Ty. So glad you noticed.”
“Pussy push-ups? Oh god. I can’t. Ahahaha…Please stop.” Ty’s laughter sounded gravelly and painful, as he struggled not to pass out. Only she could make him laugh at the same time he wanted to fuck her into oblivion. She would find every live wire on him triggered to detonate at her slightest touch. She really would be that fucking good.
Damn her infuriating ass, straight to hell.
She thought she had this all under control, didn’t she?
Clearly, he needed to shake some things up again.
Ty managed to zip his pants up and grinned to himself, opening the car door and glancing around. He made sure no one saw him running up the steps to her front door, grabbing the spare and unlocking her front door. He let himself in.


She started stroking herself, faster, harder, pinching her clit just a little, her breathing ragged. “Oh shit…” Lena murmured, and began to pant. “Get me off, Ty. I need you.”
She didn’t even hear him approach. “I would be glad to.” 
Lena screamed out loud.

Authors’ Bio:

Alisa Anderson
well...alisa did stuff and is still doing stuff. only now she has two boys crazy enuff to want her as their mommy. hey, at least she tried to warn them, so her job is done. she doesn’t like to capitalize, partially because she likes how lower case letters look visually, but mostly out of laziness. please don't judge. it could be you. and she would say, hey. you're alright, buddy. you're ok in my book. now c'mere for a hug. the hug might be pushing it. air kiss? you are strangers, after all, with only a mutual love of poor grammar.

she lives for a world full of controllable anatomically correct, android men programmed to meet her specific feminine needs (wink, wink, nudge, nudge with a big waggle of the eyebrows). who look like the rock. and ian somerhalder. and idris elba. and that's it she promises. variety. gotta have variety, right?

but alas...apparently that exists only in johanna lindsey's genius mind. so until then, she enjoys her incredibly warped sense of humor. she reads tons of erotica and romantic, drippy goo that makes her heart go pitter patter. then she thought, hey. what, she said to herself. (softly, of course, so no one finds out she is indeed, 2 nuts short of a fruitcake) maybe you should write this stuff too. maybe someone will like it and maybe buy it. so she said, huh, you think? then she said, well...yeah, i wouldn't have suggested it...(inserts sarcastic tone) and then she was like lose the attitude, ok? then she was all, would you just shut up and write, already? sheesh! and she did. :)

Does your mother know what you’re reading?

Alisa’s Website: www.houseofalisa.com

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