Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Love's Not Viral

I haven't talked much about this because between releasing my second book and being busy at work, I just haven't had the chance. Anyway, I hooked up with eight other authors to put together a romance anthology called Love Least Expected. It's a mix of romance stories, with a range of subgenres and styles, that center around finding love in unexpected ways. I'm really excited about this.

It was a bit of a challenge for me. There's no death, no supernatural, no fantasy stuff--it's pure contemporary. That said, my story is a little twisted and it's definitely not straight up normal romance. I guess I just can't do normal ;).

Here's the blurb for Love's Not Viral:

Twenty-four-year-old bartender Aster Sanderson’s life is turned upside 
down when drunken Hollywood actor Bradley Stone snaps a picture of 
her...and tweets to his 12.8 million followers that she's his fiancee. As 
the internet blows up with the news and gossip flies out of control, she’s 
left feeling helpless. This has to be a misunderstanding, right? But when 
the actor in question shows up on her doorstep, it's clear he's unhinged 
and she soon becomes a prisoner in her own home (literally). 

Her savior? Bradley’s handsome—and seemingly normal—older 
brother, James, who quickly stirs up feelings she never expected. Can 
they disarm the ticking time-bomb that Bradley Stone has become 
before any more damage is done? And is their mutual attraction the 
result of these unusual circumstances...or could it become something 

And here's an excerpt:

#BradleysBabe is among the top trending hashtags, so of course I click
on it and bring up all the tweets. And there are a shit ton.

I can’t believe he’s off the market! :( Sigh. #BradleysBabe.

I SO want to scratch her eyes out. #BradleysBabe can #kissmyass

@theREALBradleyMStone If u ever want a mistress Im available <3

Did he post the picture? Or did someone else get in on the action? Either
way, it’s sad that anyone would take it seriously. I mixed three drinks for the
guy and we barely spoke more than a handful of words. Even if I had been
interested (so not my type), the dude drank cosmopolitans and dressed like he’d
stepped out of a fashion magazine, for crying out loud. I just assumed he was
gay. When he’d roped me in with his arm and snapped the picture with his
phone, I politely humored him just like I would any other drunken patron. I
didn’t think twice, because after he took the picture he just flashed his pearly
whites, thanked me and went on his way.

I should have known. Hindsight has this way of making you look dumb.
I’m twenty-four years old and about to add dumb ass to my resume. I click on
his profile—this has to be a joke. People are blowing something simple way out
of proportion. But the sick feeling that’s been gnawing at my insides increases
ten-fold when I see his tweets: at the top, a pinned tweet, containing our picture
from the bar last night, and the caption:

So proud to introduce Aster, the love of my life to the world. Wish us the best as
we begin our lives together <3 #BradleysBabe

 I blink a couple times. Maybe it’ll go away. But it isn’t just one tweet and
apparently it’s not the Twitter equivalent to a drunk dial. As I scroll through his
profile, I see that he’s been putting them out every fifteen minutes or so since
about five this morning. To his 12.8 million followers.

I can’t w8 2 see my pink-haired #beauty today #truelove #BradleyheartsAster
#soulmates #4ever

His text speak and abuse of hashtags is at a near-impressive level. My
first impulse is to reply, but what do I say? Do I flat out deny it? I can’t fit the
obscenity-laced rant I’d like to use into 140 characters. Instead of hitting reply, I
send out my own tweet.

WTF is someone playing a practical joke on me? I am NOT getting married O.o

Almost instantly, there’s a reply. From @theREALBradleyMStone

No need to hide it anymore, baby girl. We’re going viral <3

Um, what? For a brief moment, I contemplate the possibility that his
account has been hacked, but that seems no more plausible. I reply back.

Why are you doing this?

Again, his comeback is instantaneous.

We have much to discuss ;)

And I’m stunned. Unless he’s on a bender to beat all benders, this guy—
this extremely famous, untouchable guy—is devoting an excessive amount of
energy to telling the world about a relationship that doesn’t exist.
But why?

Love Least Expected will be released in February and is currently available for pre-order through all major retailers. Best of all, while the book is on pre-order, we are running a $50 Amazon gift card giveway.

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Monday, December 8, 2014

Mystic Hearts by Cait Jarrod -- New Release!!

Mystic Hearts,
The Band of Friends series, Book 2
Editor’s Pick!

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Coming soon to print.

Nothing is as it seems….
Temptation landed at Special Agent Larry Newman’s feet—literally. Charlene Smith captured his heart after he rescued her from terrorists two months ago. A failed relationship and being an abused child have turned him into a loner and workaholic. The scars weigh heavy on him and keep him from pursuing her. So what’s a guy to do when the woman he pines for passes out in front of him while working a case?
Battling psychological wounds from abduction is easier than coming face to face with the sexy FBI agent she’s fantasized about for months. A single mother, avoiding the drama that dating would bring to her son’s life, she allows Larry close only in her dreams. Now, she's second-guessing her decision. Should she have a relationship with this man who makes her feel alive just by being close?

Charlene bolted upright, panting. Sweat covered her body and her head ached. A white dresser lined the wall on the left, her favorite piece of furniture, an upholstered bench, on the right.
Her bedroom.
She pulled her legs inward, keeping the sheet over her waist and legs, and rested her arms on her knees. Last night’s memories came in bits and pieces: locking her keys in the car, a white patch…a rose…a man.
Charlene froze.
The silky, coral nightgown she bought, but never wore, covered her.
Her mind reeled with ‘oh, no she didn’t.’ The erotic encounter of soft petals stroking her skin slammed into her memory, which meant…she and Larry…“No-o-o-o!” They couldn’t have slept together. She would have remembered…

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From writing ‘every girl’s dream heroes’ to ‘strong, down-to-earth heroines,’ Cait Jarrod twists ‘cliff hanging plots’ and ‘clever, unpredictable sub-plots’. She loves diving into a good book as much as she loves writing one.
Mother of three gorgeous daughters, she’s married to her best friend, hangs out with the WWC, a great group of women, and loves a good glass of wine.

Friday, December 5, 2014

Hateful Desire -- New Release!!!




Sometimes the past can come back to bite you…literally.

When Amber Johnson places a spell on a werewolf, the last thing she expects is to be attracted to him. Her main concern is finding her missing cousin, and if she must imprison the pompous shifter to do so, then so be it.

Chayton Locklear has hated Amber for years. Now that he’s been placed under her spell, his animosity only grows. Payback is a bitch, and he can’t wait to give her what she deserves.
With a twisted turn of fate, both their worlds are about to crumble as Amber and Chayton discover just how fine the line is between love and hate.


“Oh, I’ll stop when I’m done with you.”

Showing how little she thought of his threats, she stifled a fake yawn, and spun away. Something ensnared her wrist, and yanked, causing her to swivel and fall on his chest. “What the hell!”

Her body flattened over his…and he felt good. Warm, safe. She inhaled his sweetgrass and woody herb scent, and her eyes shut of their own accord. Walking barefoot along tall grass in the wonderful place of wilderness and a dancing campfire occupied her mind.

Why did he remind her of the recurring dream? Yes, he had appeared in the last one, but no point reading into the stupid coincidence. He had been on her mind when she had fallen asleep, and therefore disturbed her thoughts.

The grip around her arm tightened, not wounding, but securing. With gentle care, he cupped the side of her face. Her eyes shot open. The thump of his heart pounded against her chest. Or might that be her heart thrashing into his?

Breath fled in low gasps as she stared into dark eyes, then lowered to his mouth, and what a mouth, thick in shape, sensual, and yet, set in a firm line, resembling a Spartan warrior.

“You can’t hurt me, remember?” Nerves trembled her voice.

“I know,” he murmured with tender affection. “But I can do this.”

He drew her down. On instinct her eyes drifted to half-mast, and his lips raised over her soft ones in a harsh, punitive kiss. She quivered, tasting hatred when his tongue thrust inside, and apprehended his aim. Unable to harm her, he threatened her with his kiss.

About the Author:


I spend more time in La La Land than the real world, so it was inevitable that I would write paranormal romance. Creating my very own characters and plots is fun and full on, but I do enjoy the ride. I currently have three published works with The Wild Rose Press, but look for more to come.
Sydney, Australia is my home, and I’m married to—who I believe just may be—the world’s biggest smartass. Regardless of my husband’s cheeky behaviour, God has truly blessed us in the last six and a half years. Together we have 3 goldfish, 1 canary, and a bouncing baby boy due in December 2014.

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