Sweet Surprise will be On Sale tomorrow, January 27!
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Dear Readers,

HAPPY NEW YEAR! The holidays are over, the diets and exercise frenzies have begun, and Sweet Surprise (Sweet, Texas book #4) will be On Sale tomorrow, January 27, 2015! I’m very excited about this book because (finally) it’s Fiona Wilder’s story. She’s sat by so patiently while most of the Wilder boys (including her ex—Jackson) have found their happy ever afters. If you’ve been keeping up with the Wilders I hope you’ll agree that it’s Fiona’s turn.
Here’s the story blurb (in case you haven’t seen it yet):

Fiona Wilder knows all about falling in lust. Love? That’s another story. Determined not to repeat past mistakes, the single mom and cupcake shop owner is focused on walking the straight and narrow. But trouble has a way of finding her. And this time it comes in the form of a smoking hot firefighter who knows all the delicious ways to ignite her bad girl fuse.


Firefighter Mike Halsey learned long ago that playing with fire just gets you burned. He’s put his demons behind him, and if there’s one line he won’t cross it’s getting involved with his best friend’s ex. But when fate throws him in the path of the beautiful, strong, and off limits Fiona, will he be able to fight their attraction? Or will he willingly go down in flames?


To thank you for your loyalty

I have a couple of special things for you... the first is an excerpt for your eyes only (until it goes on sale). So make sure you go to the bottom of this email to check it out. It’s a little sizzling!

I also have a special giveaway opportunity only for those who receive my newsletter. So, please don’t share the password. What’s the prize? I will be giving away five ebooks of Sweet Surprise and a $20.00 Amazon gift card. That’s a total of six prizes for six winners.

It’s simple to enter my special giveaway... from January 27 through January 30, 2015 all you have to do is go to my website blog and enter the special password HotStuff to leave a comment telling me what nickname you’d give your favorite fireman. I will announce the six winners on my website blog on January 31, 2015. So, make sure you check back to see if you’ve won!

January 27-February 6, please check out for links to my blog tour and several chances each day to win a super awesome prize.

Also, on January 27 please check out for the links to my Release Day Blitz with a super sweet prize!

Since it’s only a couple of weeks away from Valentine’s Day...

I wanted to make sure you all knew I had a Valentine’s Day novella out there. The book is called Confessions of a Secret Admirer (featuring stories from me, Jennifer Ryan, and Jennifer Seasons). My story is called Sweet Fortune. This is the story about Sarah Randall—Charli Brooks former assistant from Anything But Sweet and Sweet’s very own hot Deputy Brady Bennett. Sarah is living proof that if you want someone bad enough, you just have to use a little sweetness to get the job done.

Sarah Randall has lost her job, her apartment, and her patience hoping for her own Mr. Right. Tired of being invisible to the opposite sex, she takes a fortune cookie’s advice to heart. A leap of faith sends her straight to Sweet, Texas. There she encounters sexy Deputy Brady Bennett who seems determined to remain a bit aloof and a lot unattached. To catch his eye, Sarah needs to face her fears and become a woman interesting enough to peak his curiosity.


Deputy Brady Bennett thought he had his life all tied up in a pretty package, but she married someone else. With his closest friends saying “I Do” he finds his days are long, his nights even longer. Determined not to suffer another heartbreak, he finds he can’t resist the fascination attached to the gifts that mysteriously turn up in his mailbox. Will his secret admirer ever reveal herself?
And if she does, will he be ready to . . .





Everything inside him warmed. Even his stupid, locked-up heart did some kind of crazy flip thing. Initially, he’d fought the foolish notions Jana’s call had pushed into his head. He’d battled against the idea that if he made something for the shop, he might have a chance to see Fiona again. And then he had to remind himself that he didn’t want to see her again.

He couldn’t see her again. Seeing her made him want her. Made him want her bad. The instant he’d pushed all intelligent thought from his head and began to plan the intricate table design, he had to admit he’d lost his mind.

The week had been long and arduous, the work shifts extra busy, the rescues many. At first, he hadn’t been able to figure out why there seemed to be so much commotion out in the world until he’d looked up and seen the full moon hovering over Texas like a big beacon of crazy. No one really understood why the moon seemed to affect people the way it did and made them do stupid things. It was just fact. Maybe that was why he’d joined the masses of the walking lunatics and once again found himself standing in front of temptation.

Earlier, when he’d walked through that back door and caught her unaware, humming along with the radio, looking like a complete dream in her Lucky jeans, My Little Pony “Flashprance” tank top, and her ponytail swaying against the backs of her bare shoulders, he should have left the table out in the back alley with a note and taken off.
But noooo.

He had to step right in the middle of exactly what he’d been trying to avoid–his serious attraction to this woman.
“Will you help me move the jars over to the table?” she asked.
“Sure.” Hell, he’d help her get anywhere she wanted to go. In the meantime, they moved the gumball-filled jars to the table.
“Hmmm.” She stood back and with her chin cupped in her hand, made an observation. “I need to put things at different levels to make it more appealing.”
“I … actually thought of that too.” Oh, God. Now he totally sounded like a girl when the issue really was that he was trying to please a girl. He went out to his truck and came back with the finishing pieces.
“Pedestals!” Those blue eyes lit up again. “They look like cake plates, and they’re perfect for–”
“Your cupcakes.” He watched as she stacked one of the two pink pieces on top of the other, creating a tower effect. Then she placed the apothecary jars in a perfect combination to set off the entire design.
“And they’re perfect for boxes of Annie’s chocolates and packages of Sabrina’s notecards.” She clapped her hands together. “How can I ever thank you?” Unexpectedly, she launched herself into his arms.
Surprise lit him up like a Fourth of July firecracker. God, she smelled so damn good–like sweet, warm woman, and the promise of something incredible.
He wanted to kiss her.
Really kiss her.

He wanted to run his hands all over her soft, smooth skin. To give her pleasure and sink into her slick, hot body over and over until neither of them could remember their names.
Blue eyes looked up into his face as though she was just as surprised as he to be in his arms. The passion in those eyes also suggested she might not mind diving off the erotic cliff with him.
With her firm breasts pressed into his chest and the rest of her luscious body snug against the front of his jeans, desire–hot and gripping–ripped through him, and he completely lost his mind.

Instead of dropping his hands or using them to set her away, he used them to pull her in tighter. Her sugar-sweet scent filled his senses as he lowered his head and claimed the mouth he’d been dreaming of for months. She returned the passion full force. Wrapping her arms around him. Running her fingers through his hair. Arching against him and feeding him hungry, wet kisses that destroyed his will and obliterated his common sense.
Anyone could look through the window and see them.
He didn’t care.

Without a thought for reputation or backlash, he backed her against the counter and lifted her up on top, all without breaking the kiss. She wrapped her slender legs around his hips and drew his erection against the crux of her heat.

One touch.
That’s all it took, and he knew–instinctively–they’d be like fire and gasoline if he could just slide those Lucky jeans down her legs and slip into her eager body.
The kisses grew hotter. Breaths mingled. Desperate to touch, he reached beneath the thin cotton tank top, and caressed her luscious, smooth curves. She moaned into his mouth as his fingers met her bare skin. His fingers searched higher until he filled his hand with her satin-covered breast. A deep, gratified groan rumbled from his throat.
And then she was gone.

He blinked.
No other word in the English vocabulary could halt a man in his tracks like that particular four-letter word. Unless it was followed by a particular six-letter word.
That was the one.


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