Hot Regency-era Romance- The Viscount’s Pet

From time to time, I’ll be sharing about new books from different authors.

Check out The Viscount’s Pet by author Kryssie Fortune.

When her brother tries to arrange a marriage with the detestable Baron Cosford, Julianna strikes out on her own, but her plan is disrupted by an unexpected encounter with Viscount Stonehurst.

Stonehurst is less than pleased to find a beautiful young woman travelling alone at night, but when he discovers her predicament will the handsome gentleman come to Juliana’s rescue?


Enjoy a steamy excerpt of the Viscount’s Pet:

A single tear slipped through her defenses. She blinked and wiped it away. If he said another word, she’d shatter. Anger that he’d spanked and insulted her welled up inside her. She couldn’t decide which hurt more—her bruised ribs or her sore bottom.

Misery blocked her throat and dried her mouth. She’d probably deserved that spanking since her failure ten years ago cost Susanna her life. She’d blamed herself when she heard the French had killed Stonehurst. That her childhood scheme hadn’t sent him to his death was the only bright spot in her miserable evening.

As they rode, her brief spark of anger faded into despair. She never made a sound, but tears flowed down her cheeks.

“Damn it,” Stonehurst muttered under his breath, “don’t cry.”

Despite the balmy summer night, she couldn’t stop shivering. He tightened his arms, pulling her toward him. When he buried his face in her hair, she thought he inhaled in her favorite floral perfume. She hoped it pleased him. His citrus and herbal cologne certainly delighted her.

When he reached the rose garden, the musky scent of the flowers lingered, heady and intoxicating. Despite his wooden leg, he slid easily from the saddle and helped her dismount. His hands rested a few seconds too long on her waist. She relaxed and leaned toward him, but his severe expression condemned her. While her past actions deserved his scorn, it still crushed her.

As if he couldn’t stop himself, he tugged her against him. His mouth slammed against hers, claiming, dominating, and possessing. A soft moan flowed from her. When she nestled into his embrace, her heart told her she’d come home.

He tangled his hands in the loose strands of her hair and anchored her lips to his. As his tongue traced the seam between them, she opened for him. He tasted of fresh lemons and spearmint. His kiss was all-consuming and addictive, a sinful delight that flooded her soul with joy.

The longer he held her, the more she relaxed. Everything about him made her feel sheltered and safe. Deep down she knew it was an illusion. He’d already sided with her brother, and her ribs would suffer for it.

Confused by the feelings he roused in her breast, her grip on reality faded, and she responded with unexpected eagerness. Wrong or not, she’d savor this moment of pleasure. Something hot and sensual sizzled between them. Unable to resist, she slid her arms around his neck, and ran her foot up and down his right calf.

When he crushed her against his chest, the added intimacy made her heart pound and her knees weak. Only, given their past, they could never have a future.

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October Trick or Treat Extravaganza!

Discover new authors, read fun interviews, and enter for a chance to win lots of great prizes during October 2019 at author Cathy Brockman’s October Trick or Treat Extravaganza!

You can view my interview (I talk about my favorite sci fi and paranormal books and movies and share an awesome applesauce cake recipe) here:

And you can follow this link directly to the giveaway contest:

Octoberfest Prizes

October Book Fair!

Technically, it’s Autumn in Virginia. The leaves are falling but air conditioners are still blasting. Pumpkin spice is available in every food and drink imaginable at practically every store and coffee shop. Fall clothes look amazing. In my closet. And in my closet the sweaters and boots will stay until the temperature drops below the 85 degree average.

No matter the weather, I’m still in the mood to bring out my Halloween decorations and watch scary movies. During my favorite month of the year, I’ll be posting about giveaways and book fairs as well as poems, book recommendations, short essays on whatever is bugging me, and more.

Don’t miss the October Book Fair online event sponsored by OTOHbooks and Unearthly Ever Afters. Click on the link below to head to the book fair full of free and discounted books. While you’re there, you can enter for a chance to win a $25 Amazon card! Good luck, have fun, and discover some exciting books to enjoy!


For the Rest of Us

What happens when sh*t hits the fan and plans, hopes, jobs, or relationships get torn apart and scattered? Books by experts outline stages of grief, and maybe some people go through each of the stages and grieve their loss- neat and complete. Maybe they move on in time, unburdened, knowing with high confidence that their loss was a fluke, never to occur again, but for the rest of us….


Failure- The death of a dream, for the meantime

Humiliation- Hell for everyone who’s taken a ride on the loss of pride train

Humility- Heat and flames cut to low, fires hidden. No step taken lightly

Dream- in color. Sift through ashes. Scatter seeds. Simmer. Rise and fall. And again.


Salt for Sweetness


It’s summer! The sun’s shining and my snow boots and coat have been hidden away in the attic where they belong. The frost is gone. The yellow pollen clouds of misery have eased. Now everything is alive and bright. It’s beach weather, camping weather, not shivering and driving my little car in the ice kind of weather. Summer is my favorite time of year but I don’t have any verses of saccharine prose to offer. I won’t wax poetical about gentle spring flowers finding strength to endure summer or whatever. I would rather eat glass. So here’s a little salt instead of sticky sweetness.

Salt for Sweetness

Life surrounds joy with darkness

Sometimes the good is just a drop of rain in a barrel of fire

and the fire rises

The heat finds me in the shade

as I sit across from eyes that don’t want to see

anything but the good in everything

I’ll take salt over artificial sweetness

The truth brings out the flavor in the fire

by Christina Lynn Lambert