Tuesday, September 27, 2016

99¢ each - Wicked Whispers & Passionate Pursuit - full length historical romances #TinaDonahue #HistoricalRomance #99¢Sale

September 25 - November 6

Wicked Whispers & Passionate Pursuit 99¢ Each

Dangerous Desires series - warrior knights & the women they simply can't tame



Follow the heart through darkness…

As the Inquisition gains force, even the faintest rumor can brand one a heretic. In this world it is Sancha's gift--or curse--to be blessed with the gift of healing. But the villagers are in need of her arts more than ever, and she feels it is her duty to help them at the risk of losing her life. And at the sacrifice of her heart…

Enrique has never wanted a woman as he does Sancha. Determined to have her love, he woos her with exquisite passion, giving her refuge to pursue her healing in secret. But their very desire and escape from the ruthless forces of the world may be their undoing. And together, they must pit themselves against a jealous rival and archaic tradition to secure their place in a hopeful new dawn…


He looked at her. “Never have I met women like you.”
She inclined her head slightly to concede his point. “Now you understand why I said you must find another more in accord with your needs.”
“I want no one but you.”
He’d cupped her face, his thumb skimming her bottom lip. Her mouth tingled. Her breath spilled out on a wanting sigh at the tenderness and desire in his expression.
He reined in his gelding and lowered his mouth to hers.
She couldn’t fight him. Didn’t want to. The night was perfect for love, their attraction too intense, his kiss soft and searching at first then filled with raw male need, his tongue slipping into her mouth.
Sancha sagged against him, suckling his tongue as though she’d been born for the task, loving his clean flavor, his strong caress.
With the reins in one hand, he eased his other beneath her shirt, fingertips grazing her skin, hand cupping her naked breast.
She should have pulled away, told him to stop. Trembling with unbearable need, she opened her mouth even more to his tongue, inviting him to invade her deeply, intoxicated by his scent and strength.
Emboldened by her willing surrender, he dragged his thumb over her nipple, making the tip even harder. She ached for him in a way she couldn’t deny. All her life others had told her how sinful lust was. For her to avoid it at all cost. A woman’s purity was worth more than love. Passion could fade in a moment. Chastity alone proved a female’s honor the same as valor did with a man.
She’d never doubted those truths, having rarely thought of them until now.
Within Enrique’s embrace, she was complete for the first time, even though they had no future. Somehow, this moment and a few others seemed enough. On some level, she knew her sentiments were wrong. A better woman would fight for what was right, denying herself and him.
She gripped Enrique’s thigh, not wanting him to stop. Her touch seemed to excite him even more. He tore his mouth free and lifted her shirt, exposing her breasts to the ebbing moon and night air. The cool breeze skipped lightly against her feverish skin. His mouth was hot and damp on her throat.



Is their passion strong enough to break her chains?

Andalucia, Spain 1489: Innocent Beatriz is desperate to escape the threat of a miserable marriage to a cruel Marquis. Forced into the betrothal by her ruthless merchant papá, her only hope is to conceal her identity and become a servant in a nearby castlea life drastically different from her comfortable upbringing.

Tomás doesn’t know what to make of his well-spoken new servant girl. Her beauty and charm captivates the military hero; her mysterious nature intrigues himAnd the desire she ignites burns brighter with each glance, as does his longing to claim her for his own.

Beatriz can’t resist Tomás’ passion nor deny the heat of her own. But neither the lush countryside nor the walls of the opulent Moorish castle can entirely protect her—and if he were to discover her secret, she could be torn away from him forever. Yet how can she sustain his love if she’s living a lie?


Tomás slumped in his chair. A lone candle barely illuminated his desk, leaving his study in shadows. The hour was late, moon high, silvery rays bleeding around the window screen. His guests were finally in their bedchambers, asleep or devising plans to trap him.

He hardly cared anymore. To have these few seconds without them was a relief, though he didn’t want to be alone, and wouldn’t be for long if history proved him correct.

He relaxed as much as he could, waiting, wanting.

Light tapping sounded in the hall. Beatriz’s footfalls, as he’d expected.

Each workday before retiring, she came to his study to dust and straighten up. At least he supposed that’s what she did in here. He’d always waited in another chamber to hear her leave. Once she had, he’d return, hoping to catch her clean scent.

Sometimes he did. Most often, he did not.

Knowing her schedule, he took to straightening up before she arrived, hoping to ease her burden so she could go to bed sooner. Even with his efforts, she often spent close to an hour in here. Perhaps curled up in his chair, napping, because she preferred his study to the servant quarters or she might have simply roamed the room, touching the fine leather, books, and other items she’d never have.

The silver door handle lowered. Tomás sat up. She slipped inside and closed them in, secluded from everyone else on earth.

He held his breath.

Candle and dust cloth in hand, she crossed the space, glanced his way, and stopped abruptly.

He smiled, aching to see her return his greeting the same as she had earlier at the window. What a moment. No riches or position could replace the desire, acceptance, and pure joy he’d seen on her lovely face then.

Gone now. She was back to being a servant, curious or cautious as to why he was in his own study at such an odd hour.

“Forgive me for startling you. I had things to do in here.” He wasn’t about to explain what they might be.

For him to admit he wanted to be her friend, as he’d considered earlier, would be reckless. She might laugh or think him mad. Best he approached the subject carefully. “Go on, tend to your duties.” He lit five more candles so she could see easily. “If you need me to move from my desk, say the word. I shall obey your command immediately.”

She lowered her face, though not before he caught her smile. His mood soared.

“I can return later.” She pivoted.

He stood. “If you leave, so will I. Do you want to drive me from my work?”

She stopped, but didn’t face him. “Never.” After putting down her candle, she hurried to the bookcase and swiped at the shelves. “If you want me to stay, I will. Whatever you wish.”
Ah, more wishes. Tomás sank back to his chair. If only she knew what he had in mind for them, past friendship, of course. Evenings, afternoons, and every morning filled with the most wanton delights, them naked, laughing, loving.

She looked over.

He grabbed a book from his desk and flipped a page. The moment she resumed her work, he turned the book right side up. He read the first line several times, not understanding a word, and gave up.

She dusted the bookshelf, removed a volume, scanned the other spines, then inserted the book she held in another location.

Where the text should have been from the start.

She’d done so effortlessly, without pause or forethought. The same as him, not an illiterate servant.

He considered the titles he had on the shelves. “You come in here every night you work, no?”

She nodded, her back still to him.

“I seem to have lost one of my volumes.” He stated the title. “Have you seen the book in here? I looked earlier, but have yet to find the thing anywhere.”

“Here it is.” She pulled the edition off the shelf and had nearly reached him when she stopped, her face horrified at what she’d revealed.

Tomás wagged a finger playfully. “You can read. I thought so.”

She put the book on his desk and backed away. “Only a few words. Titles mainly.”
“Of Spanish history?” He gestured to the volume she’d brought to him. “And agriculture?” He pointed to the book she’d relocated on the shelf. “How odd you learned those things, not merely a few passages from the Bible as most would.”

“I must return to my work.”

“Wait. I insist.”

She faced him but squared her shoulders, her stance surprisingly defiant.

He had no idea why. He wanted to talk to her, hopefully kiss her, not fight. “Who taught you to read? Your secret is safe. I promise never to tell anyone.”

She certainly hadn’t. At least not in this castle, since he would have heard about her skill from Nuncio in the most negative way possible. Odd that she’d keep such an ability hidden. Not that Tomás intended to question her. With her previous fight gone, she reminded him of a frightened doe, ready to dart away.

“Come.” He pulled a box chair over and patted the leather seat. “Sit. Tell me about your teacher.”

“I have nothing to tell. My father taught me before he passed.”

“Your father from the same village where your mother resides?” All of them supposedly peasants, yet they knew how to read.

She twisted her cloth. “He was a baker with a small amount of money to his name. He loved to read and taught me the skill, even though I have no use for such things.”

“Do you read in here after you dust?” Surely, books were what had kept her inside the room so long. “Tell me which volume you like best.”

She made a sound somewhere between a whimper and a moan.

“I promise never to tell anyone. Come, sit. Talk to me.”

“Will I still have my position here if I do?”

“Of course. Dust never goes away for long as you well know.”

She laughed softly and sank into the chair, but remained perched on the edge.

“Go on and lean back.” He gestured encouragement.

She remained where she was. “Señor Nuncio would rail at me if he saw this.”

“Saw what?”

“Me sitting in one of your chairs.”

“Better than the floor, no?”

She worked her mouth trying hard not to smile.

He wished she would. “I have no plans to tell Nuncio anything that might give him another gray hair, wrinkle, or push him closer to the grave. Do you?”

She laughed. “I think not. The volume I enjoy most is Cantar del Mio Cid.”

Tomás couldn’t have been more delighted. The epic poem detailed Rodrigo Díaz de Vivar’s exploits during the early days of Spain’s Reconquista. “The book is my favorite too. We can share his adventures together. Where did you stop in his tale? Wait. Have you finished the story?”

“Not at all. I was about to begin the part where El Cid plans to conquer Valencia.”

“We shall do so together.” He fetched the poem and offered the volume to her. “Read to me, please.”

She took the book reluctantly. “I can only manage titles.”

He laughed at her teasing, liking her ready wit, the way she already treated him as a friend. He brought over two candles to give her enough light. “Pretend every line is a title. Your duty now is to read to me.”

“For how long? I still have to dust.”

“After we finish with El Cid, I can help.”

She laughed throatily.

“You doubt my ability?” He feigned insult. “How can you? I have the combined skill of three dozen servants, the stamina of twenty men, and the dedication of every zealot on earth.”
“Someone should write an epic poem about you.”

He laughed so hard his belly hurt, tears stinging his eyes. “Go on.” He gestured. “Read.”

She did, flawlessly, her skill as great as his, a nobleman. Or her father’s, the baker.

Tomás had never met one educated in anything other than making bread, cakes, and such, along with having the most elementary knowledge of reading and mathematics to operate a business.

However, since he’d spent most of his days battling Moors, his understanding of those who lived in the villages was limited, even the ones he now owned. In years past, the only time he’d stepped foot in those places was after the Moors had raided them. With the destruction he and his soldiers had faced, there hadn’t been time to get to know the people.

He wouldn’t make the same mistake with Beatriz.

Her lashes cast shadows on her cheeks from the candlelight, the glow adding a touch of gold to her complexion. Her lips caressed the words she read, the movement bewitching, beckoning him to taste her mouth.

He resisted.

She turned the page. Her hands were lovely and quite pale, despite the work she did here. She bore no healed burns from hot pans in her father’s bakeshop, nor had washing pots there left her skin red and raw. Tending a feeble mother hadn’t harmed her beauty, either.
With Beatriz here, her mamá had no one to care for her, unless another relative handled the task or Beatriz paid someone. Given her reading skills, she should have gone to one of the large cities, rather than staying in the countryside. In a more populated area, she might have found work as a tutor for a prosperous family, earning far more.

He might never have met her.

She was here now, tending to him, reading a story they both loved, sitting close. He touched her arm.

She stopped reading.

He smiled softly, unable to help himself, his soul and heart bared to her. Although she was one of the loveliest women he’d ever known, he liked her as a person, enjoying her voice and laugh, how she looked at him with wonder and desire, no different than his passion for her.

He cupped her face. The book slipped from her grasp and hit the floor. He brushed his mouth over hers. She inhaled sharply, her hand on his chest.

He slanted his mouth over hers and parted her lips with his tongue, entering her, tasting sweet moisture, reveling in the clean, fresh flavor. The finest food had never been better. He had to have more and angled his mouth for greater penetration, his tongue probing deeper.
Beatriz suckled him.

They tried to get closer to each other, their chair legs scraping the floor. Tomás cupped her breast. She moaned around his tongue and wreathed her arm over his shoulder. Her tunic and gown were frustrating barriers, her erect nipple covered by too much cloth. He ran his thumb over the tightened tip, wanting the garments off, her bared to him.

His kiss grew heated and uncontrolled. He pulled off her cap to little avail. She’d coiled her hair in a braid, the style difficult for him to take down.

He had to try, and fumbled for the first pin.

She pulled her mouth free, desire and shock on her face.


On her feet, she backed away, then returned and swiped her cap off the floor. “I have to go.”

He stood. “I meant no harm.”

“I know.” She shoved the cap on her head.

The silly thing was askew. He set about straightening it. She twisted away and grabbed her cloth.

“Wait.” He stood between her and the door. “Was our kiss so awful?”

Tears shone in her eyes. “How can you ask such a thing?”

“I want to know if you enjoyed me as much as I did you.”

“You know I did.” She approached so quickly, he took an instinctive step back. “How could I not?”

He grinned.

She moaned. “I have to go.”

“When will I see you again?”

“Like this?” She gestured to the room, her eyes wide and wild. “Never. If Nuncio caught me here, he would make me pay dearly for my indiscretion.”

“Our kiss was hardly your indiscretion. It was our shared pleasure. You seem to have forgotten this is my castle, not his. Ignore him. I want to see you again and have you read to me every night.”

She frowned. “No. Never ask again.”

“Ask? As I said, this is my castle. I give the orders.”

“Not to me.” She pushed past him, opened the door, and ran down the hall.

Monday, September 19, 2016

Undamaged #DFRKW Cover & Blurb Reveal! by Regina Kammer

I am happy to reveal the cover and the blurb for my upcoming contemporary romance release Undamaged, a Dallas Fire & Rescue Kindle World novella!

Undamaged is set on San Juan Island in Washington state, very close to the Canadian border. It’s a place very near to my heart. It’s pretty remote, accessible only by ferry or plane.

My firefighter hero, Royce Donovan, is sent there for rehab after a tragedy drives him to drink. My heroine, Samantha Vickers, a National Park Service historian, found her way there because of a traumatic event in her past.

Cover fun fact: two of the photos used in the cover were taken by me. The rest is the magic of my cover designer, Dar Albert of Wicked Smart Designs.

The Blurb

Working wildlands fires is what Royce Donovan was born to do. But he’s been living in Dallas for the last year and fighting urban fires is fraying his nerves. When tragedy strikes, Royce finds solace in alcohol, and ends up in rehab on rural and remote San Juan Island.

Samantha Vickers swears she’s happy. She has the perfect job as Historian at San Juan Island’s National Park. Leaving the excitement and stress of the big city for the bucolic life of an island was a huge change—and a risk she had to take for peace of mind.

A firefighter coping with tragedy. A historian escaping traumatic shock. An island brings together two damaged souls seeking respite and recovery. Will they discover love as well?

The Kindle World

The story is part of Paige Tyler's Dallas Fire & Rescue Kindle World, an exclusive Amazon program where authors write stories linked to Paige's world of the heroic men and women of Dallas Fire & Rescue.

Save the Date!

All the stories in the Kindle World will be released on October 13th during the National Fire Protection Association's Fire Prevention Week!

The list of authors participating in the October launch is below:

About the Author

Regina Kammer is a librarian, an art historian, and an award-nominated, best-selling, multi-published writer of erotica and historical erotic romance. Her short stories and novels make history sexier, whether the era is Roman, Byzantine, Viking, American Revolution, or Victorian. She’s even sexed up contemporary settings, Steampunk, and Greco-Roman mythology. She has been published by Cleis Press, Go Deeper Press, Ellora’s Cave, House of Erotica, Story Ink, The Naughty Literati, and her own imprint, Viridium Press. She began writing historical fiction with romantic elements during National Novel Writing Month 2006, switching to erotica when all her characters suddenly demanded to have sex.

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Sunday, September 18, 2016

Erotica, Erotic Romance and Gypsy Witch by Suz deMello (#boxset #99cents #free #KU)

I began my writing career pretty much writing whatever I wanted. My first manuscript was about the romance between an injured football player and his physical therapist, written back when sports heroes were anathema to publishers. The sex was racy and the acts clearly stated without any throbbing members or heaving bosoms, but less frequent than most current steamy offerings. Walk Like A Man has always been popular, and is available as part of an anthology, Falling in Love (http://tinyurl.com/qdpozkj )
My three subsequent manuscripts were in the same vein, with sex included as a part of a normal relationship.

Then I was signed to Silhouette Romance, where rules concerning sex were strict. No sex without marriage and I had to be careful about how that sex was described. Still, I got away with a lot because I got the characters married at the midpoint of the book, and by the fourth and last book I wrote for SilRom the sex was fairly graphic. No cocks and cunts, but female cores and male rods joining--that sort of thing.

Then SilRom folded and I was orphaned, but free to write what I wanted. I didn't know quite what to do with myself, and when a couple of friends confessed that they'd been doing well writing for the online erotica market, I thought, "Why not?"

So I sexed up an otherwise fairly staid holiday story and sold it to Ellora's Cave, then a leading purveyor of online erotic romance. While EC didn't buy everything I wrote, there were a plethora of other online erotic romance publishers who took what EC didn't like. 

However, the difficulty I faced was the other side of the coin from Silhouette Romance. Rather than avoid sex, I had to shoehorn it in constantly to satisfy the appetites of either my readers or my editors--couldn't figure out which and it really didn't matter.

I found a variety of ways to do this given that I don't like to confuse heroine and ho. In my books sex occurs in the course of a naturally unfolding relationship, just like it does in most people's lives (including mine) unless they're randy teens figuring out how to do it or twenty-nothing males with weak egos, seeking to scratch another notch onto their bedpost to compensate for some other failing.

The easiest technique is to start in the middle of the relationship, as I did with Gypsy Witch, included in the Naughty Literati's latest box set, Naughty Haunts. Here's the first paragraph:

Ben propped himself up on his elbows to better see the naked woman beneath him. Sheened with sweat, Elena’s lush curves glowed in the reddish half-light of her bedroom, curtained in exotically patterned swaths of gauze and silk. A curl of smoke from a lit incense stick scented the air with sandalwood. Otherworldly New Age music flowed out of a boombox in the corner, irritating the hell out of him. 

This is one of the better first paragraphs I've written. Not only does the story start with a bang, but there's a fair amount of characterization and conflict indicated. Setting is described as well.

Erotica is a great thing. Hey--there's a need for stroke books. However, as an author, I really do prefer to write romance that includes erotic content rather than erotica. Erotica is just less satisfying to me in terms of writing craft. There's something unnatural about a story that's just sex sex sex sex sex sex. Unless you're a prostitute, our lives are more full and varied. It's more interesting to write about a variety of human experiences rather than just one.

Thursday, September 8, 2016

Haunting Stories

“The Ghosts at Substation #69”, my story in “Naughty Haunts: Eleven Spooky Love Stories”, is not the first time ghosts have featured in my writing. This time I began by being fascinated with a disused electricity substation near where I live. It is encircled with a hire barbed wire fence and a potholed gravel parking lot, but the outside walls of the old stone and brick building are heavily decorated with graffiti, so it’s clear not everyone is deterred by metal spikes.
That started me thinking about why it was abandoned and what it might be used for. And so a new story was born.

The first time a ghost entered my writing, he took over the book.
I was writing an MMF contemporary menage when my heroine ignored the book’s plot outline and discovered a secret stairway into a hidden room. Inside the room was the ghost. Needless to say my perfectly crafted plot outline went in the trash and the ghost took over. Of course Amos and Wesley were still determined to win Keziah, but as she’d already demonstrated, she has a mind of her own and John’s ghost was intent on joining in the fun. That book is called “Intensity”. (http://www.bookstrand.com/intensity )

A short time later I began writing a second book in that world, “Complexity”. I’d long intended to write a book with a woman who suffered from extreme asthma as the heroine. Tia’s life is far too complicated for her to consider a relationship no matter how delicious Finn and Simeon are. I suppose it was virtually inevitable that a ghost would turn up in that world, too. (http://www.bookstrand.com/complexity)

But back to “The Ghosts at Substation #69”. This is the story of a woman fleeing her abusive partner, her high school sweetheart who wants to rescue her. And not one, but two ghosts.
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Naughty-Haunts-Eleven-Spooky-Stories-ebook/dp/B01KL51ILI/
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Berengaria Brown

Tuesday, September 6, 2016

Confessions of a Slow Writer

by Katherine Kingston

I keep hearing from all the sites and newsletters for independent authors that the way to succeed is to write fast and put out a lot of stories. I understand that. As a reader, I always want more from my own favorite authors. There are several writers who don’t put things out nearly fast enough to suit me.

I don’t know that I’m anyone’s favorite author, but I’m definitely one who doesn’t write fast enough. I’ve been published for over twenty years, but in that time I’ve probably written a dozen or so novels and novellas and maybe two dozen short stories. Most of those have been published by Ellora’s Cave for the last ten years, but I’ve withdrawn everything from there.  I’m gradually re-releasing those, some as stand-alones and some in anthologies, but they’re all being re-edited and some rewritten a bit to make them more like my original vision.

I’m still writing new material too. Almost all of my stories in the Naughty Literati anthologies are written specifically for those. I have two novels that are in progress. One of those is close to completion.

But the truth is that I’m just not one who can put out a lot of stories quickly. I have a day job, a family, and friends that take up a lot of time. And there’s the need to promote the stories I have available. That takes up way more time than I’d like.

Add that to the fact that I’m not the kind of writer who can churn out a sentence here and a sentence there when I get a few minutes. I need to have the time and mental space to be able to sink into the world I’m creating, to give characters room to breathe and develop. I need chunks of connected, quiet time to make the stories come alive in my head so I can write them down for you.

Sunday, September 4, 2016

Coming Soon from Bestselling Author Kathy Kulig

Coming September 12st

Secret Destiny by Kathy Kulig
Book 1 in Sins of Odyssey series

Sexy. Seductive. Wickedly Delightful. Desperate and on the verge of financial disaster, Destiny Noir accepts a sexy offer from the mysterious billionaire manager at a hedonistic club. Dark Odyssey is in a mansion along the South Florida coast and caters to the rich and powerful, providing a particular service that satisfies their clients’ sinful requests.

Performing kinky sex shows at private parties with her lover Darius Logan should be easy for two lovers. The risk to her professional reputation is high, but the money and scorching sex is too good to refuse. This arrangement is just what the couple is looking for. But they discover the harsh consequences when their secret is exposed and their fun and well-paying side job takes a nosedive.

Amazed by how uninhibited she can be, Destiny is driven by a sensual need aroused by her audience. But when clients begin demanding special favors—slave services on a billionaire’s yacht, then a public ménage at a CEO’s cocktail party, Destiny has second thoughts. Are the risks to her professional career worth it? And what about her blazing-hot romance with Darius? Can they survive the consequences? Secret Destiny is book one in a new sexy contemporary series Sins of Odyssey. Coming soon: Secret Escort and Secret Sins.

Read an Excerpt:

She talked as if they were living together, and he liked that a lot. Maybe he should bring the topic up again. When he was in town, they practically lived at her place. The last time he brought it up, they agreed to wait. His job, her studies, all was not the best environment for a steady relationship. But everyone had challenging schedules and busy lives.

“Great. Come have breakfast. Do you want to eat there or on the bed?” he asked.

When she looked up, he noticed the glitter of tears in her eyes. “The bed is fine.” She got up and put the album down.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” He placed the tray of food on the end of the bed and pulled her into his arms.

“I’m okay. Just looking at these old pictures got me thinking.”

He smoothed her short, dark hair out of her eyes. Without the long blond wig, she had more of a pixie face and less of a seductress face, but he liked both sides of her. He kissed her, but she returned the kiss with less enthusiasm. Something bothered her. “Thinking about what?”

“I love this house. But if I sell it, my financial problems would ease a bit. It may take years before I could afford another home. I do want a home. I have so many memories here. It would be hard to leave it.”

“Then don’t sell it,” he said. “You’re doing okay. This side job pays well, and we’re discreet. Oliver sets up the clients and prescreens them, which makes it even safer. I can always move in to help out. It’s more than that Paula. I want to be with you. I want a home that we share together. It’s hard, I know, when I’m away. When I’m in town, I want us to be together.”

“I thought you needed space.”

“Not true. My regular job requires a lot of travel, and I was afraid it would strain a relationship, so I avoided getting serious with anyone.”

“I know, but…” She hesitated.

“Tell me.”

She looked up at him. “I’m worried about what this job at Dark Odyssey is doing to us. What if we end up liking it too much? We’ve not had much sex alone since we started. I’m worried that sex will become just a job, an act. Each assignment is hot and fun and we’re making great money, but at what expense if we lose something between us, what we have together?”

RELEASE DATE: September 12th.

1.     One Sea Glass Bracelet
2.     One signed print copy of either RED TAPE or HIS LOST MATE (Winner’s choice)
3.     Five $10 Gift Cards (Amazon or Barnes and Noble)
(Bracelet and Print book for US and Canada only please)
Read more about the SECRET lives and lovers within club Dark Odyssey! Hot men and the passionate women they love!

SECRET DESTINY by Kathy Kulig 9/12/2016
SECRET ESCORT by Kathy Kulig ~9/25/2016
SECRET SINS by Kathy Kulig ~10/9/2016

Discover Secret lives, Secret loves, Hot guys in SECRET DESTINY #Hot #ContemporaryRomance from @kathykulig  http://smarturl.it/secretdestiny

About Kathy Kulig
Kathy Kulig is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of hot, sensuous romance stories for the smart, adventurous reader. Her titles range from sizzling contemporaries, to sultry paranormal and scorching romantic suspense. Visit her webpage at www.kathykulig.com to check out her books, news and contests. Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/FC_nP .
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