Oct 15, 2011

Under the Rose


As New York City's architect on the rise, Cassie Fitzgerald has it together--except in the romantic relationship department. She's a very sensible daughter of Ireland, so her best friend and business partner Fred should know better--but he thinks his childhood buddy might be the man for Cassie.

Inevitably worlds collide. Fred’s pal happens to be up and coming rock star Elliott Samson. When Fred practically drags Cassie to a concert of Elliott’s, she can't help but be impressed with Elliott’s performance and presence--he’s hot, all right. But Cassie is overwhelmed by the crush of fans, besieged by paparazzi and unprepared for Elliott's celebrity friends. Among them is his former girlfriend, starlet on the skids Brenda Leland, lurking around, determined to win Elliott back.

The celebrity spotlight shines brightly on Elliott--and Cassie is caught in its glare, a new and reluctant celeb herself. Sex, drugs and rock and roll aren't in her playbook, but they're in Elliott's. So is bending the truth in the fame game. Elliott is a master player, on stage and off, but he's also real. And he has demons. But Cassie is falling for him...

        Do you believe
    in love at first sight?


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Jul 27, 2010



          Escape The Known

After her mother unexpectedly passes away, Katherine Robinson leaves her troubled marriage and escapes to her mother's beloved Adirondacks cabin. Frustrated by a life that just seemed to happen and by a nest that gets emptier by the day, Katherine is determined to retrace the steps that got her so lost.

       Accept The Surprise

Expecting only solitude in the mountains, she's surprised to find Ryan Cavanaugh and Ben Sutton there. Ryan she first met as a teenager; now he has become a rustic artisan and part-time mountain guide. Ben is a retired cop who took over the local hardware store. Much to her surprise, both these men, one younger, one older, are attracted to her. Then she surprises herself when she responds-really responds-to both of them.

     Open To The Unexpected

And she learns for the first time how her late mother Adelaide didn't allow age or the loss of her husband to stop her from seeking an exciting and fulfilling life-a life Katherine knew very little of while her mother was still alive.

Above all, Katherine comes to recognize that she has options, and the choices are hers to make…



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Sep 10, 2008


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Come sail away to exotic ports of call under a tropical moon… fall into the strong arms of a hot new lover…just let the waves rock you, baby. All night long…


Wow. Hello, sailor. Who knew a man could look so good in white? Fashion designer Petula just ran into a nauti-boy named Charlie on the luxury cruise ship Ortensia. The strapping young sailor is more than happy to satisfy her most sensual needs—and their torrid first encounter is blazing hot…


Buck believes that ladies should always come first and that’s just part of his sexy southern charm. The gorgeous ladies of the night who the seasoned crew members introduced him to are totally smitten. Come over here, sugar. He can’t say no. Buck gives them his all—again and again and again…


Maureen is a top-notch sailor and an available female on a sleek merchant marine vessel crossing the Atlantic, holding her own on deck—and elsewhere. The entire crew is ready, willing, and able to serve her, but she’s only interested in the first mate, Roger Trent. Talk about shipshape. Talk about a stud. Roger is the man…


Jun 07, 2008



Jun 07, 2008




Oct 15, 2011

 Do You Believe?

Fred had to be exaggerating about Elliott Samson. Before they left for the theatre, Cassie told him straight out, "You're so full of it. I don't believe a word of this." They continued to bicker in the cab. Elliott had a reputation as a partier, a womanizer and an all around badass. Fred relished being flamboyant and outrageous, proudly wearing his gayness as a badge of honor. Cassie couldn't picture Fred and Elliott in the same room, let alone as best friends. Fred's sensibilities made him a brilliant interior designer, but a rocker's BFF? Not so much.

After working with Fred for so long, Cassie knew a lot about him, actually more than she wanted to know. He'd hired her as a consultant before finally offering her a junior partnership at Chic Designs. Being nobody's fool, Fred recognized their collaboration had success flashing in neon pink. With Cassie as the architect and Fred's eye for aesthetics, they'd already landed several high-end clients. Their long hours and hard work had paid off. During all that time together, he'd never mentioned Elliott.

When Fred waved a couple free tickets under her nose yesterday, she suggested he impress one of his boyfriends with the extra opening night seat. She'd made a big mistake by telling him she had laundry to do. He nagged incessantly, bitching about how effed up her priorities were and how she needed to get a life, until she finally gave in and agreed to go. He chided her, "Stop being a doubting Thomasina, missy. I have lots of friends you don't know. Elliott Samson is one of them." He never wavered in his insistence that he'd been close to Elliott since elementary school, and that Elliott had personally invited them to join him after the show.

Elliott's performance blew Cassie away, and removed any doubt that he might be all hype and no substance. He really was a rock star, owning the stage from the moment he walked onto it until the end of the third encore. Even after the house lights came up, the standing-room-only crowd chanted for more. By the time they worked their way out of the theatre, there were already several hundred fans waiting behind barricades at the stage door.

Fred took her hand and tried to edge his way through the mob. He yelled "Excuse me!" several times. It had no effect whatsoever. They couldn't move forward or go back. The crowd had closed in behind them.

"Great, we're stuck." Cassie turned as much as she could and nearly elbowed the woman behind her in the stomach. "We can't even do a u-ey and go home."

"Dearie, we aren't going home. We're calling the Marines."

"Sure we are. Maybe we should call out the National Guard, too."

"You'll see." Fred took his phone out of his jacket and dialed.

"Hello, darling . . . Yes, I know you put us on the list, but we're stuck in the crowd . . . We're outside behind the barricade and can't get to the door . . . All right. I'll wave my handkerchief over my head so he sees us." Fred put his phone back in his pocket and took out his monogrammed hankie.

"Who did you call?"

"Who do you think? He's sending someone to rescue us."

"I mean, who answered the phone?"

"He did. You don't think he answers his own phone?" Fred glanced around. "You know, I could get a frigging fortune for his number in this crowd."

"Shhhhh! For crying out loud, we'll get trampled if anyone hears you."

Fred leaned in close to her ear. "How much would you pay for it, love?"

"Will you please stop? This guy is so out of my league. If he really did invite us backstage, it's because of you, not because of me."

"Oh, my pretty, I think not. After I told him about you, he wanted to meet you. That's why he gave me two excellent house seats for tonight, so I would bring you to his show." Fred waved his hankie over his head when he spotted a burly man coming out of the stage door.

Cassie folded her arms across her chest and stared at him. "This is news! What the devil did you tell him?" Obviously, Fred forgot to mention he'd had this conversation.
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