Monday, September 01, 2014

Guest Blogger: Kelliea Ashley

Hello, I'm Kelliea Ashley, author of Boss's Orders from Breathless Press. My new flirt is the sequel to my first flirt, Behind the Masks. I liked the strong, vibrant, and confident character of Lizzie so much that she just had to have her own story told. In Behind the Masks Lizzie's boss has a car accident that lands her in the position of being not only his personal assistant, but his nurse as well. He's a strong alpha male with a habit of handing out commands, so when the tables turn and she is the one in control, sparks fly.
I've always wanted to be a writer. My mother supported that dream from the moment I told her that was my goal. She taught me to be resilient and how to handle criticism by learning to better myself. All I accomplish in life can be attributed to her. She also shared her love of animals, gardens, and alas eating. Chocolate to be specific. If she were here today, I think she would be as proud of me as the rest of my family. Proud and dumbfounded. You have to understand, I am an only child, quiet, meek, and an introvert. They never expected this of me. Makes me smile a bit to keep the world guessing.
So, what is next? I want to continue with my series for next year. I have two of them, so lots to do. Also, I'm looking forward to expanding my writing to different genres. Perhaps I'll get the courage to tackle a historical. You never know. :)

Boss's Orders Blurbs:

What's a girl to do when her hot boss makes her his emergency contact? Why follow orders and kiss his pain away, of course.

Lizzie Schwep has fought her attraction to Brian Monroe for three long years, but when an accident leaves him in need of some tender loving care she finds herself ready to toss in the towel.
Brian Monroe is comfortable being the boss. He's avoided a messy situation by keeping hands off his sexy assistant, but when he's suddenly dependent on Lizzie, he finds himself tempted to break all the rules and follow her every order.

Boss's Orders excerpt:
"My panties are not in a twist." He insisted roughly. "I know we've had this argument before, but those guys were memorizing your ass in those too-tight jeans while you were bent over." Oh, so that was what got him so pissy. Interesting.
"So?" She wanted to laugh, but kept her face straight as she envisioned steam escaping his ears.
"You really don't mind being ogled by a bunch of sweaty movers?" He eyed her tight gray T-shirt once more.
"I'm flattered."
"Flattered! Are you so hard-up for male attention that you look for trouble like that?"
"Trouble? Seriously? They were harmless men." She scowled at him and got up to grab the bag of bedding she had purchased for the twin bed. "As for needing attention, every woman likes male attention." Irritation grew as he continued to glare at her while she made the bed. "And how dare you insult me about liking it, when every woman you've dated since I met you earns their living by sashaying their asses in front of men and cameras?" She snapped the top sheet with excess energy and began tucking it under at the foot. "Talk about a hypocrite, Brian baby."
"Eaves-dropping were you?" He actually grinned at her and she blew her hair out of her eyes. It had escaped her loose bun while she was beating the sheets into place.
"Why do you date women who are more concerned with their diets than with you? Oh, that's right! Because they have size two bodies and point two IQ's."
"You pay a lot of attention to my sex life, Schwep. Should I be worried about you becoming a stalker?" He laughed outright as she sputtered.
"You should be so lucky, Monroe."

Kelliea Ashley lives near the Canadian Border in upstate New York with her husband, a cat named Copperkitty, a dog named Sammy, and several fish, who do not have names and are very lucky her husband feeds them.
Growing up an only child with a devoted single mother, she looked at books as companions and writing as a favorite escape. A bookworm at heart she steadfastly refused to give up paperbacks until her loving hubby bought her a Kindle for Christmas. Secretly she still adores the smell of a well-read book, but sh... don't tell her husband.
She has a habit in the form of chocolate and loves a glass of sweet red wine. Romance has always been her favorite genre because she sees the miracle and magic in finding ones' true love.

Sunday, August 31, 2014

Book Giveaway:



Her desire becomes his pleasure...

Max Westin. Sex incarnate. She could smell it, feel it with his proximity. Everything about him was a little rough, a little gritty. A primitive creature. Just like she was.
He held her hand a little too long, his thickly-lashed gaze clearly stating his intentions to have her. To tame her…
Her name, just one word, but spoken with such possession she could almost feel the collar around her neck.
“It’s in your nature,” he murmured. “The desire to be taken.”
In this game of cat and mouse, everything is an illusion but the passion is as real as it gets…

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Friday, August 29, 2014

Q & A wirh Heather Lin!

1.     Tell us about your newest release.

Rosa's Story is a sequel to Westridge. Westridge focused on Gabby and Jason's romance, and it also happens to be free on Kindle today! This novella takes place a few months later and focuses on Jason's ex-wife, Rosa, as she struggles to deal with letting Gabby into her daughter's life. She feels lonely and insecure, even as she tries to keep a brave face. When she meets a rugged construction worker named Dylan, she thinks he's exactly what she needs to get through it.

He's tall, dark, tattooed, mysterious, and pretty damn sexy. He's also crazy about Rosa. But there are things about Dylan's past that he's too embarrassed to tell her, things that would definitely make her think twice about getting involved with him. When those details are revealed, their newfound relationship may stay short-lived.

2.  What makes your story special to you?

As with Westridge, Rosa's Story holds a lot of precious childhood memories. Going to church at a little white church, zucchini bread, trips to the library, etc. Writing about the town of Westridge is always nostalgic. But Rosa's story is especially important to me because we're finally getting to see Gabby and Jason from Rosa's point of view, and we also get to see her find her own happy ending.

3.  When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?

Writing was just this natural sort of hobby I always had. I think it was because my mom read to me from the time I was an infant until I could read myself (and even a little after that), and she encouraged me to write my own stories, too. I guess I always thought the idea of being a writer was romantic and wonderful, but I didn't really recognize that potential in myself until college. I wrote my first sexy story, won a contest, and thought "Hey, I might have something here!" Then I was accepted into a few anthologies, had some standalone stories published, and I just couldn't stop. :)

4. What is a typical writing day like?

Is there such a thing as a typical writing day?? Haha. Most of the time I squeeze in writing while the little girl I nanny for is sleeping or after work. I have a few writer friends (Horror writers, actually. Go figure.) and we get together one or two days a week after work to write/discuss the industry. Occasionally, I'll get a whole morning on the weekend to myself. On those days, my husband plays video games in the computer room, I fix myself a cup of coffee, and I sit on the couch with the cat and/or dog and write on my iPad.

5. Do you have an interesting writing quirk or habit?

I act out really angsty scenes in front of my bathroom mirror/in the shower/in the car before I write them. It helps me better describe facial expressions and tones and stuff. It's gotten harder to execute said weird habit since getting married, though. He wouldn't judge me, but I'm still grateful I've never had to have the "Um....who are you talking to?" "My....muse?" conversation.

6. What was one of the most surprising things you learned as a published author?

Big house publishing isn't all it's cracked up to be. I had a very important conversation with a fellow romance writer, Shari Slade (Three Nights With a Rockstar? Have you read it? Do it! ;)), and she pointed out that authors can make a really great living through self-publishing ebooks as long as they work to develop a fan base, consistently put out good work, and are willing to put in the time and effort. And to be honest I've found self-publishing very freeing. I still like submitting to anthologies, but not having to worry about acceptance or rejection letters, managing my own cover art, and making my own executive decisions on my novels and novellas has been tons of fun and has actually freed up a lot of time to write.

7. What authors or friends influenced you in helping you become a writer?

Carly Phillips was the first romance writer I ever read, so she was definitely an influence. My mother's always been very supportive, as has my husband. Since my best friend and I used to spend our weekends writing boyband fanfiction I have to say she was a pretty big influence, too. Haha. I'm very lucky. I have a great support system.

8. What does your family think about your career as a published author?

They're very supportive. Even my grandparents read my stuff. If you look at Scandal and Other Erotic Tales on Amazon there's a review that says "Anyone who does not like this does not like erotic literature. No matter your age this is the book you should not miss." and that's totally from my Grandpop. I should probably feel more awkward about it than I do....Haha.

9. Besides writing, what other interests do you have?

Reading, kids, Pinterest, travel, Netflix, coffee, board games...Anything that might appeal to an introvert!

10. Can you tell us about whats coming up next for you writing wise?

Thanks for asking! I've just finished the first draft of the last novella in the Westridge trilogy. It's called Caitlin's Story and it should be out in early November. :) After that, I have a futuristic romance trilogy planned as well as a standalone contemporary romance novel.

11. How can readers connect with you online?

Like Heather Lin on Facebook, follow @heatherlin88 on Twitter, or visit my website at

Thanks for stopping by!


Rosa has a beautiful daughter and a great relationship with her ex-husband, Jason. But when his childhood sweetheart returns to the small town of Westridge, she begins feeling left out and insecure. She just can't get used to the idea of sharing her daughter with another woman, and their picture perfect love story makes her lack of a love life feel like a glaring failure.

In the midst of her emotional upheaval, she meets Dylan, a burly, tattooed construction worker who soothes her wounded pride and aching heart. They enter into a fast-paced, passionate affair, and Rosa finds herself falling for him in just a matter of weeks.

Against his better judgement, Dylan falls for Rosa, too. But he's in no position to be in a relationship. He doesn't have a car, he doesn't have a place of his own, and he has the kind of past that matches his rough appearance. He's made mistakes Rosa couldn't possibly forgive, and he may never get up the courage to admit to them.

The result? A ticking time bomb of a romance that's sure to rock both their worlds and leave neither unscathed.


“Mommy, I want to pick flowers.”
            Rosa glanced in her rearview mirror. Penny was strapped in her booster seat, looking out at the wildflowers by the edge of a wide, green cornfield.
            “Later, baby.”
            The field belonged to Mr. Dawson, and half a mile back it met with the Joneses' field. In one more minute, they’d be at Jason’s house, the one he and Rosa had once shared and he now shared with Gabby Jones. The families were all connected, as if it were always meant to be.
She was separate, living ten minutes east, close to the library where she worked, barely outside of the tiny trailer park in which she’d been raised. She was back to being Rosa Nelson, mother of Penny Dawson, ex-wife of Jason Dawson, and, as she pulled into the familiar driveway and parked in front of the garage, intruder in Gabby Jones’s new home.
            Rosa had been the one to leave. She’d taken Penny and moved out after a year of trying to make it work, a year of trying to be someone she wasn’t. She was happy for her ex-husband. She’d encouraged him to reconcile with his childhood sweetheart, but she couldn’t help feeling tiny stabs of jealousy and disappointment. She didn’t fit in.
            “Mary had a little lamb, little lamb…”
            Penny swung her legs back and forth, singing to herself, waiting patiently for her mother to release her from her restraints. This was the first time Rosa would be dropping her daughter off at the house without Jason present.
            Gabby had been back in Westridge for two months now, except for a brief trip to the city to get her affairs in order. The pretty redhead was set to open a new branch of Flowers by Gabby in Middleford in one month. Today, Rosa had to work, and Jason had an emergency repair. “Why not let Gabby have her?” he’d said. He’d meet them in the afternoon for lunch.
            Rosa couldn’t say no. Of course leaving her daughter with Gabby was fine. Why wouldn’t it be fine? Rosa was Penny's mother. She couldn't be replaced.
            She glanced in the mirror again, this time angling it so she could see herself. Her curled hair was perfect, shoulder-length at full volume. Her ruby red lipstick was flawless. She was in great shape.
She was not the type of woman whose confidence should be failing.
            Rosa readjusted the mirror and stepped out of her car. She opened the back door to let Penny out of her seat.
            “Are you ready to visit Gabby, baby?” she asked the four-year-old.
            “Yes, Mommy. We have fun together.”
            “I’m glad you do.”
            Rosa lifted the round-faced girl into her arms. She was the spitting image of her mother—those same big blue eyes and curly blond hair. Rosa had relied too much on those good looks in high school, throwing herself at boys and compromising her self-respect. She was ashamed now of the way she’d acted, especially toward Jason. She prayed every day her daughter would make better decisions than she had.
            They approached the front steps of the white and blue rancher. The door opened, and Gabby stood there with a friendly smile. She wore a cute, dark blue romper that screamed city girl, but the flannel shirt—which Rosa was quite sure belonged to Jason—spoke of her small town roots. She was cute. She’d grown up.
            “Hi, Rosa,” she greeted. Her tone was pleasant enough, but Rosa knew she still wasn’t comfortable around her. “And hello, Penny.” She smiled warmly and tugged gently on the little girl’s hair.
            “Hi, Gabby.” Penny squirmed, and Rosa let her down, smoothing the little yellow dress her daughter wore before letting her run inside to play.
            The two women were left standing alone together. Rosa was a pro at seeming confident, even when she wasn’t. Gabby never had been. Her hazel eyes flitted nervously between Rosa and the door. Neither of them knew what to say. Rosa held nothing against Gabby, but that didn’t mean it was easy to see her standing in the doorway of her old home. And she was sure it was just as difficult for Gabby to see her boyfriend’s ex-wife standing in the doorway of her new home.
            “Would you like to come in for coffee?” Gabby asked.
            Rosa blinked. She hadn’t expected that. She knew Gabby only said it to break the awkward silence. She expected Rosa to politely decline and be on her merry way. But Rosa didn’t have the desire to make it that easy. They were in this together, no matter how awkward it was, and they needed to be able to sit down and have a cup of coffee together.
            “Sure,” she agreed.

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