August 22, 2014

Welcome NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author Jennifer Lowery!

Give me a big ol' flaming welcome to my good friend 
Jennifer Lowery!

Hi Friday Flamers and all you fabulous readers out there *waves* Thank you so much for having me today! 

My romantic suspense, Maximum Risk (Book #1, Wolff Securities), released this month so I’m very excited to be here! 

Thank you so much for sharing it with me!! 

In honor of my release I am giving away an e-book copy of any one of my books (go to my WEBSITE to choose) to one lucky commenter so please leave me a comment with your EMAIL so I can contact you if you win!!


It should have been a simple rescue mission…

Retired Pararescueman, Quinn Wolff, wrote the book on how to stay alive during a mission when he founded Wolff Securities, an elite private sector security firm. When he fast-ropes down to save missing humanitarian aid worker, Avery Marks, in the remote mountains of Azbakastan he isn’t prepared for the brave, stubborn woman who challenges the rules he wrote in order to protect her.

But when it comes to matters of the heart nothing is simple…

Avery Marks learned a long time ago to take care of herself, but when her convoy is attacked, her friends and coworkers murdered, she has to rely on the aid of intensely capable and handsome, Quinn Wolff to get her safely out of the country. His skills keep her alive, but his kisses put her in danger. In danger of losing her heart. That’s a risk she can’t take ever again.


Copyright © 2014 Jennifer Lowery

The air in the cave shifted. She went still, tried to slow her breathing. Seconds later Quinn whispered her name.
A sob built in her throat but she pushed it down, unwilling to let him see how his return affected her.
“Avery?” Concerned. Alert.
She tried to answer, but the words stuck in her throat. Seconds later his hand was on her shoulder.
“Are you all right?”
No. Avery pushed the sleeping bag down and sat up. Her hands found his chest, bulky with vest and equipment, but warm and alive. Needing to feel his heartbeat, she found the hem of his t-shirt and slipped her hands underneath. Hot, taut skin slid beneath her hands as they traveled over rippled abs and upward.
His breath caught when she opened her palm over his chest where his heart beat strong and steady.
She lifted up and pressed her lips to his, cutting him off. This was what she needed. Not talking. Not questions. To know she was alive, that he was alive, and she wasn’t alone. Reassurance that she was free of her captors.
In control.
His lips were warm, strong against hers. He hesitated, then he took over and the kiss no longer belonged to her. His lips moved over hers and stole her breath away. All her fears dissipated until there was only Quinn and the incredible way he was kissing her. Her hands dug into hard muscle, urging him closer. In response he tightened his arms around her.
He pulled away first. His chest heaved in synchrony with hers. In the darkness she couldn’t see his face to read his expression, but his erratic breathing told her he was as affected by the kiss as she was.
“I’m sorry.” She pulled her hand out from beneath his shirt. “I shouldn’t have—I just needed to know—
Quinn’s fingers pressed to her mouth. “Don’t. I get it.”

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Meet Jennifer:

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. 
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August 2, 2014

Liza O'Connor's Troublesome Apprentice

True story of a woman who lived her life as a man in the Victorian era.
I realize for some, it is hard to believe a woman could successfully pretend to be a man in the 19th century, but I give you a well-documented case of one woman who became a physician, (making her England’s first woman surgeon and doctor, although no one realized it at the time.)

Standing less than 5’ with a high pierced voice, Mary Ann Bulkly, took the name of a dead relative, James Barry, dressed as a man to enter medical school, and became a physician. She then JOINED THE ARMY, where she remained for 44 years of service. She acquired a black servant who remained with her throughout her long career. Each morning he would lay out six towels in which she would use to disguise her curves and broaden her shoulders.  She had a reputation as a lady’s man, no doubt to disguise the truth. During her time in Africa, she performed, on a kitchen table, the first ever successful caesarian in which both mother and child survived. She rose in the ranks to become the HIGHEST RANKED DOCTOR of the army.

But that doesn’t mean she was liked by all. In fact, she was thrown out of great many islands the army sent her to. She was prone to dressing down anyone who did not snap to her wishes, or God forbid, outright disagree with her. She would have made a terrible woman. Thank God, she chose to be a man where her bad behavior could be overlooked due to her excellence as a doctor.

Eventually she/he was forced to retire from the army. Upon returning to England, Dr. Barry soon after died during an epidemic of cholera. She attempted to hide her gender even upon death, by asking no post mortem be done and to bury her in the clothes she wore. However the charwoman paid to prepare the body, ignored the request and discovered the truth, which the British government kept hidden until recently. The high-minded Victorians would have been most upset to know their finest doctor had been a woman.

Clearly to be a man in the Victorian era, you only needed to
1)    Dress up as a man
2)    Be horribly rude and obnoxious when people do not behave as you wish.
3)    Be highly skilled in your profession

                     -End of Discussion
actually I have more to share on this topic in the matter, so stay tuned.
Right now, let me share a bit about my own Victorian young woman who has decided to live a more interesting life as a man.

The Adventures of
Xavier & Vic
Book 1
The Troublesome Apprentice
By Liza O’Connor

The Key to Aunt Maddy’s Death
The Missing Husband of Mrs. Wimple
The Disappearing Scarlet Nun
The Clever Butcher’s Wife
The Rescue of Lady Anne

While investigating the death of a friend and client, Maddy Hamilton, Xavier Thorn (reputed to be the greatest sleuth in England) is greatly impressed with Maddy’s nephew, Victor, and offers him a job as his secretary. Aware of Xavier’s history of firing secretaries, Victor garners a promise that for three months he cannot be fired. Vic then proceeds, in Xavier’s view, to be cheeky and impertinent at every turn. Xavier endures the impudent pup because Victor is most skilled in extracting the truth from clients and intuiting facts with little evidence to assist.
As they solve a string of cases, Xavier discovers a few more important details about his troublesome apprentice, such as her true gender, and the realization that she has awakened his long dormant heart.

Vic remained huddled in her closet, consumed with grief beyond anything imaginable. It was one thing to lose her aunt, but for her to die over a pair of shoes was unbearable. She had thought the truth of Aunt Maddy’s death would help her come to terms with the loss, but not this truth. It was a thousand times worse than not knowing.
Xavier gently extracted her from the closet and provided a shoulder to cry upon.
“It is not your fault, Victor,” Xavier said. “It was simply a cruel chance of fate. I can provide you one comfort. Maddy’s death was not a meaningless sacrifice. Many people would have died, had she not bought those shoes and obtained the key. I know it is hard to discover she died for no other reason than fate, but even in death she changed the world for the better. Mark my words, whatever the key opens is of vital importance. She is a hero who died in service to her country. I am certain she will derive great pleasure in heaven knowing she stopped the sale of government secrets, but only if you can accept the randomness of fate. She cannot enjoy her achievements until you are whole again.”
Xavier’s words comforted her a great deal. Still, she made no effort to pull away from his embrace. His arms surrounded her with strength and security. She did not wish to give either up quite yet.


Xavier had embraced Victor to give him support but, to his surprise, he found the act provided him comfort as well. He took pleasure in the young man’s head resting on his shoulder and this enjoyment disturbed him.
His unsettling self-discovery did not cause him to pull away and abandon his employee. He would hold the boy until he stiffened his spine and showed his magnificent Hamilton courage once more. He would see Victor safely to solid ground before he left. If he had to embrace him for the few remaining hours of darkness, so be it.
As for his own pleasure taken from this physical contacthe would evaluate the matter later. Right now, the country had bigger problems. The worst crime lord of London, Seth Sojourn, had turned his clever mind and substantial resources to the sale of state secrets to foreign spies.

The Troublesome Apprentice

I’m tired of telling my proper bio. So you get the improper bio.

Liza O’Connor was raised by feral cats, which explains a great deal, such as why she has no manners, is always getting in trouble, and doesn’t behave like a proper author and give you a proper bio.

She is highly unpredictable, both in real life and her stories, and presently is writing humorous romances. Please buy these books, because otherwise, she’ll become grumpy and write troubled novels instead. They will likely traumatize you.

Mostly humorous books by Liza:

Saving Casey – Old woman reincarnates into troubled teen’s body. (Half funny/half traumatizing)

Ghost LoverTwo British brothers fall in love with the same young woman. Ancestral ghost is called in to fix the situation. There’s a ghost cat too. (Humorous Contemporary Romance)

A Long Road to Love Series: (Humorous Contemporary odd Romance)

Worst Week Ever — Laugh out loud week of disasters of Epic proportions.

Oh Stupid Heart — The heart wants what it wants, even if it’s impossible.

Coming to Reason — There is a breaking point when even a saint comes to reason.

Climbing out of Hell — The reconstruction of a terrible man into a great one.

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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 
BOXED SET you won’t want to miss! Especially for ONLY .99! (Buy link at bottom)

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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?

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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:

 I hope you'll all join in with a sexy excerpt of your own - and don't forget those buy links! 

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