Bron and Jess’ Big #BuJo Giveaway!

It’s no secret that Jess and I aren’t the most organized people in the world, but we’re getting better all the time. Bullet journals have been a huge help in that respect.  The great thing about bullet journals—or bujos, if you will—is that you can organize them in whatever way works best for you.

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My layout is super simple, but it works well for me. Jess’ is a little more complicated, but again, it works for her. Some people have elaborate layouts with intricate drawings. Some people use stickers, and Jess and I really love washi tape. We love it a lot. Like…probably an unhealthy amount.

To celebrate our love of washi and bullet journals, we’re giving away three of our favorite Piccadilly lined journals with handmade covers (by me), and three gift bags full of washi tape—twenty-seven rolls each! Each journal cover features an external pocket for pens and markers (pictured pens aren’t included, though) and two large internal pockets for loose papers, rulers, stickers, stencils, etc. When the journal is full, you can put the cover on a new one. Oh, and it also comes with a matching bookmark.

Please note, you don’t have to use this as a bullet journal. It can be whatever you want. A dream journal, a travel log, a place for story notes or lists or recipes.

For a chance to win, please enter our Rafflecopter giveaway. Contest is only valid in the US. (The Midwestern girls in us feel we should apologize for that, but we can only ship prizes in the US, right now, so there it is.)

Click below to enter. (My blog won’t show the nifty little Rafflecopter widget because either Rafflecopter or WordPress hate me.)

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Happy accomplishments to me! And to you, too! (Giveaway)

This post is a bit late. My actual ten year publishing anniversary was on March 30th, and I’d planned to do a giveaway to celebrate. However, my mother-in-law died the day before, and understandably, I just didn’t feel like celebrating anything. I was just trying to make it through the visitation and funeral and hold it together for my husband. And though we miss her, we’re comforted by the fact that she was ready and she’s no longer in pain.

While my MIL wasn’t a romance fan–she prefered “spy thrillers”–she was very proud of me. And my husband pointed out recently that she’d be pissed if she knew I was blowing off my anniversary, so here I am…with a celebratory giveaway.

On March 30th, 2007, Ellora’s Cave (before it became the utter train wreck it was to become) published my first novel. And now, ten years and twenty-eight days later, I’ve had 32 published novels and novellas, 72 flash fiction stories, and 988 blog posts (not including guest posts).

I know I’m not as prolific as some, but I am pleased with what I’ve managed to accomplish in the last 10 years. I think that women are sort of societally programed to downplay their accomplishments. (See? I did it right there in the opening of this paragraph. Damnit, Bron! But you know what? I’m leaving it, because it proves my point.)

We’re conditioned not to be too proud of things we’ve done lest people think we’re bragging or too full of ourselves. But fuck that! Women’s accomplishments are just as valid as men’s. No offence to any men who might be reading this, but this whole downplaying of accomplishments definitely skews toward women.

So, to celebrate ten exciting and tumultuous years in this business, I’m going to give away my four print ARCs from the Bound series  that I write with my girl Jessica Jarman, as well as some swag, to the grand prize winner. I’ll also be giving away a few other print books and more swag to other winners. All you need to do to enter is comment on this post and tell me about your accomplishments that you’re most proud of–no matter how big or how small. Let’s celebrate each other!

Please either leave your email address with your comment or email me at with a copy of your comment so I can reach you if you win. Everyone has an equal opportunity to win, and winners will be chosen old school (my kids picking entries from a hat) because rafflecopter hates my blog. Contest closes at 10 PM EST on May 1st.

So, c’mon! Tell me what you’re proud of!


Chapter One of Drawn That Way and an Amazon Gift Card Giveaway

To celebrate one of my favorite stories I’ve ever written, (I seriously love Rory and Tristan), I thought I’d share the first chapter and have a little giveaway. To be entered, comment below, and for extra entries, please share on Twitter!

Here’s my inspiration for Rory…

Dear god…Hugh Dancy.


Wait…I was supposed to be doing something. Right. The giveaway post.

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Chapter One of Drawn that Way

Tristan Weaver slid the finished survey across the break room table to her friend, Clover.

“Are you seriously going to submit that comment?” Clover asked, her brown eyes wide.

Tris shrugged. “Why not? It’s true. I haven’t seen a single female character come out of this company that wasn’t drawn like the average uni boy’s wank fantasy. Giant, gravity-defying boobs, waists so small they couldn’t possibly hold up those chests and giant bubble arses—all I’m suggesting is a little diversity. A more realistic view of women in video games. I don’t think that’s too much to ask.”

She leaned forward, warming to the subject. “And, while they’re at it, they could give them some armor. All the male characters have full protection. The best a female character gets is maybe a crop-top-style breastplate and a Xena skirt. That tells me they’re there for visual interest for men—not as viable characters.”

“Hey, now. There are some girls,” Clover said, pointing at herself, “who dig a scantily clad female as much as any guy.”

Tris smiled. “I know, but don’t you get tired of having one ideal shoved down your throat all the time?”

Clover nodded, her pink and purple pigtails bouncing. “I do, but I’m just worried about expressing that opinion here. I’m not saying you’d be fired for having a differing view, but you haven’t been here that long, and it could make things difficult. Jobs are hard to come by, right now.”

“Yeah…I know.” Tris hadn’t even been working there for six months, and she had a metric crap-ton of student loans to pay off. She couldn’t afford to lose her job. Of course, her parents kept telling her they’d pay off her loans if she’d move back to Wales. But the whole point of getting her citizenship when

her student visa expired was to stay in the States. She sighed, weighing her options. “But, we were asked for our input on the new game storyboard and artwork. Brecken Games definitely has a type.”

“More like Rory Brecken definitely has a type. Did you see the parade of models he interviewed last month?” Clover laughed and took a swallow of her Coke.

Tris rolled her eyes. “One tall blonde with ginormous tits after another.”

“Well, the last one must have been the winner. She was still here at midnight when I left that evening. And, judging from the noises I heard on my way out, she was winning in more ways than one.”

“Oh, please…with him? Seriously?”

Clover’s eyes widened. “There’s a reason he only uses one model per character. Apparently, he ends up banging a lot of them during photo shoots, and from what I’ve heard, he doesn’t do relationships.”

“Well, that I can see. The guy barely speaks. I mean, he’s good looking in that distracted artist kinda way, and he’s got that intense, nerdy thing going on. But I just don’t see women falling all over him.”

Tris could admit to herself that she found him vaguely attractive and weirdly compelling, but he was definitely not her type. She preferred her guys clean-cut and ripped—footballers were more her speed. Rory was none of those things, but he still made her stomach flip if she thought too much about him. He had dark, wavy hair that almost always looked as if it was a month past needing a haircut, a closely trimmed beard and black-frame glasses that made him look like a cross between a disgruntled hipster and a disapproving professor. It was the disapproving professor vibe that often had her squirming in her seat.

Her friend scooted closer, drawing Tris’ attention away from her sudden need for alone time. “Just telling you what I’ve heard. Oh, and I guess he’s a little kinky, too.”

“He is not,” Tristan said, stifling a snort. That was pushing the boundaries of her belief a little too far. However, now, the disapproving

professor fantasy was back full-force. And, thanks to Clover planting that perverse little seed in her head, Tris suspected she was going to need some quality time with her detachable showerhead, tonight.

Clover just nodded.

“What kind of kinky?” Before Clover could answer, Tris held up her hand. “You should know that if you tell me feather ticklers, blindfolds, whipped cream and strawberry syrup, I’m going to be severely disappointed in your idea of kinky.”

She’d been disappointed in a former boyfriend’s idea of kinky, too. When she’d suggested they try something a little edgier in the bedroom, she hadn’t anticipated ending up with a yeast infection and having her favorite sheets stained.

The other woman rolled her eyes, and was that a blush coloring her cheeks? “The things I’ve heard from some of the models are way more hardcore than feathers.”

“Like what?” Just once, she’d like to try something that was a sharp left from Vanillaville. It wasn’t that she objected to conventional sex—good sex was good sex. But some days, she wanted something more. Something a little different. As her dirty Tumblr would certainly attest. Taking a deep breath, Tris sat back in her chair, took a sip of coffee, and tried not to sigh as she waited for Clover to spill.

When the other woman didn’t elaborate right away, Tris continued, “So, what…how intense are we talking? Spanking? Flogging? Bondage?”

Clover cleared her throat. “They’ve all been mentioned.”

Crossing her legs, Tristan took another swallow of coffee and hoped to dull the damp ache pulsing between her thighs. God, she needed to get laid. It had been far too long. For just a minute, she tried to imagine the practically pathologically reserved Rory Brecken doing any of the things she’d just listed, but D/s sex and the owner of Brecken Games didn’t belong in the same sentence—let alone the same thought.

Her friend tilted her head to the side and stared at her.


“Just wondering what you’re thinking.” Clover twirled one of her brightly colored pigtails around her finger.

“I dunno. I can’t see it. I can’t even imagine him talking dirty to a woman, let alone tying one up.”

The sound of feet scuffling at the door dropped Tris’ stomach to the vicinity of the floor, and she whirled to look behind her.

Fucking hell. Rory Brecken stood in the doorway holding a folder and his ever-present travel mug. How long had he been standing there? How much had he heard?

He nodded at Clover then turned to Tris and nodded at her, too, pinning her with his steady gaze. If he knew what they’d been talking about, he gave no indication, just broke eye contact and moved into the break room and slid his mug under the spout of the coffee maker.

Both women stood. “I should get back to that code,” Clover muttered. “It’s not gonna write itself.”

As she left the room, Tris discreetly folded the survey in half and headed for the door.


In the nearly empty room, his voice seemed to resonate, sounding a little rough, as if he didn’t use it often. Hearing her name in that gravelly tone sent shivers along her spine. She hoped like hell he hadn’t noticed.

Pasting on a smile she wasn’t close to feeling, she turned around. “Yes?”

He stared at her for what couldn’t have been more than a few seconds, but it was long enough to convince her that he’d heard every word they’d said about him. Her stomach lurched as her nerves rioted with anxious regret. She and Clover had no right to discuss his personal life. What he did or didn’t do with his character models was none of their business, and she felt like an arsehole for prying.

She was about to say as much when his gaze dropped to the table then lifted back to hers. “You forgot your coffee.”

(End of Chapter One)

So…anybody ever catch you talking about them? Saying something bad? Saying something good? Share with the class!

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Happy Blissemas!

The lovely Victoria Blisse invited me to take part in her annual Blissemas celebration, so obviously, I jumped on that. We’re all sharing holiday stuff, excerpts from our books and we’re giving away a Kindle Paperwhite – stuffed with smut, of course! So be sure to comment on this post to enter!

I just recently did a post on favorite holiday traditions filled with craftiness, but one thing I forgot to share is one of my favorite holiday recipes. So, I’ll share that with all the Blissemas, peeps!

My Grandma emigrated to the States from Wales after WWII. She met and married my Grandpa who was an American soldier stationed in Cardiff. One of the things she brought with her (besides the best knitting skills I’ve ever seen) was the recipe for Welsh Cakes. She’d make them for all the major holidays, but there were always a ton of them at Christmas. Now, I make them for my my family.

These are delicious little griddle cakes that our whole family adores. Despite the looks of all the sugar sprinkled on top, (my kids helped with these) they’re not too sweet, but they are delicious. I usually make some with currants and some without.


Welsh Cakes Recipe


2 cups flour

1 teaspoon baking powder

1 ½ teaspoon allspice (ground)

¼ teaspoon salt

½ cup sugar

½ cup butter (room temperature)

1 egg

½ cup milk

¼ cup currants (optional)


Sift flour, baking powder, allspice, salt and sugar together in a bowl. Cut the butter into the flour mixture using a pastry blender or two knives. Stir the egg and milk together in a separate bowl. Add the egg mixture to the dry ingredients. Mix well. Blend in the currants. Gather the dough into a ball and roll it out onto a floured board until it’s ¼ inch thick. Cut two inch rounds out of the dough and cook on a very hot griddle or frying pan until lightly browned. Flip. Sprinkle with sugar while warm.

Note: Griddle must be hot enough for water to dance on the surface before cooking the cakes.

And now for something that is yummy, but with zero calories, I have an excerpt from my latest release, Finding You. It’s a paranormal NA novella that’s available now for just 99 cents!  I’m so in love with this cover.

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A year after Tabby Nolan’s sister vanished from the Lake Michigan shore with her boyfriend, Liam, Tabby visits the spot where the two were last seen–and finds herself pulled into the crumbling world of Avalon.

Since his disappearance, Liam has been trapped in the mythical land, with no link to the world he knew. Now, their shared memories of Tabby’s missing sister are all they can cling to as Avalon dies around them.

But Tabby doesn’t want to be a replacement for her sister, and her growing attachment to Liam feels like a betrayal. As Avalon fades around them, Liam and Tabby must rely on each other–or be lost with the ancient kingdom forever.


My chest ached at the pain in her eyes, and I felt like an asshole for kissing her in the first place. I’d put her in this position of feeling as if she was betraying Samara. Making her choose between me and the ghost of her sister. “Tabby…”

“Just kiss me. Please.” Her voice broke a little on that last word, and I couldn’t leave her hanging like that. Even though I was the cause of her anguish, I also wanted to heal it. Hoping I wasn’t going to make things worse, I leaned forward and kissed her again. Harder this time.

I wanted to chase away all the ghosts that haunted us. She lifted her hands to my neck, sliding her fingers through my hair at my nape, sending shivers of awareness crawling down my spine. She pulled me closer, and my body bumped against her legs which were still drawn up. She slowly parted them, and I inched nearer.

She traced the seam of my lips, coaxing me to open for her—not that it took much—and kissed me hungrily. There was a kind of desperation in her; it shimmered beneath her skin and called to the same in me. More than anything, I wanted to press her to the ground and feel her softness beneath me. I wanted to surround myself in her. Sink into her and never surface again. I knew I should hold back, and Christ, I tried. But she pulled me more strongly than anyone else ever had. Even Samara. The stab of guilt I expected was oddly absent.

I knew I could blame my response to Tabby on being alone for the last three years, and she would probably claim that’s what it was if she knew what I was thinking. But it wasn’t that. It was just her.

I slid my hand along her arm and over her shoulder, her skin silky beneath my fingertips as I stroked my thumb down the side of her neck. She trembled at my touch. Her hands settled on my shoulders, and she tugged me toward her as she lay back on the grass. Though I tried to tell myself not to, my body was in no mood to listen. Without making a conscious decision, I followed her down.

I bit back a groan at the sensation of her body cradling mine, her breasts pressed against my chest. Lifting my head, I stared down into her face. Her lips were slightly kiss-swollen and her eyes almost sleepy looking as she looked up at me. She’d never looked more beautiful.

She raised her hand and gently brushed my hair out of my eyes, her fleeting touch soft. Stretching toward me, she kissed along the side of my neck to skim her lips along my jaw, and I wished I’d bothered to shave this morning. The thought disappeared as she scraped her teeth across the sensitive spot where my neck curved into my shoulder. This time, I couldn’t hold the groan back if I tried. It slipped out, sounding ragged even to my own ears.


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Introducing V.s. Morgan – Interview and Giveaway

Before we get to the exciting bits, gather ’round my children, for I must tell you a tale.

Once upon a time, I used to cross stitch like a mad fiend. Not unlike the way I knit now. *ahem* But anyway. I was super in love with a designer named Teresa Wentzler – she had magical designs. Maddening patterns. But I spent hours on them. I also spent hours on the TW bulletin board. Remember those?  And a few other cross stitch boards, too. And while I was scoping out new patterns, fabrics and techniques, I met the coolest person. Her name was V.s., and we hit it off immediately. We emailed all the time, exchanged patterns and talked, talked, talked. I adored this woman to pieces.

After a while, life became somewhat of a shit storm, and I fell into a pretty deep depression. I sort of drifted away from email, cross stitching and everything else. It was enough of an effort to drag myself through the day, let alone communicate meaningfully with anyone. We fell out of touch and email accounts were closed, addresses were lost and I didn’t realize the impact of that until I eventually, started clawing my way out of the gray. And that’s when I realized I had no idea where V.s. was or how to reach her.

I googled. I stalked FB. I googled some more. Every year or so, I’d wash rinse and repeat, but nothing until last month. I got an email on my non-author FB account. IT WAS V.s. AND SHE’S WRITING EROTIC ROMANCE NOW!!! You guys, I was so damn excited! I can’t even begin to tell you! I’m so happy that we’re in touch again. And now, I want to introduce her to you, too. Because she’s awesome! And I want to tell you about her new release!

First, the questions!

General Random Sorts of Questions

o   What’s a typical day like for you?

I work full-time so I have the daily morning run-around of breakfast (and doing some quick author business), making lunches for hubby and me, and taking care of the pets before heading to work. I typically work an eight hour day, sometimes more. Then I’m home to make dinner and check in with my son to make sure he’s on track with his homework. I write or do author business in the early evening but try to shut down and read/listen books out loud with the fam to decompress, otherwise I have trouble sleeping. On the weekends, I shop and clean house with fam’s help, and cram in as much of writing as I can.

o   What do you consider your greatest accomplishment?

It took a team effort, but I consider my marriage my greatest accomplishment. I met my husband in college, and we were married after graduation. We have weathered death of family members, health issues, several moves, layoffs, etc. and are still going strong. We celebrate our 20th anniversary next summer. Not bad for two “kids” with divorced parents and dysfunctional families.

o   Do you have any collections?

I still have the comic books my brother and I collected as teenagers. It’s fun to look through them with my son.

I like ladybugs, so friends and family have given me items with ladybugs on them.

My eReader has a boat load of books on it, so I’d consider that a collection.

Finally, I have a ton of cross-stitch ‘stash,’ patterns, fabric, and fibers.

o   What are your hobbies?

Cross-stitching is one of my favorite hobbies. I learned as a teenager, but took it up seriously after college. I love taking a blank piece of fabric and making something beautiful. It’s super relaxing, and I find it helps focus my mind when I’m plotting a story.

I also enjoy spending time outdoors, walking, bird watching, and just plain enjoying being out in the fresh air.

o   Are there any skills you’d like to learn?

I’d like to learn to play the electric guitar. That’s what’s at the top of my head at the moment. I’m one of those people who love to learn new things. 

o   What’s your favorite word?


o   What’s your least favorite word?


o   What sound do you love?


o   What sound do you hate?

Someone using a nail clipper or a fork scraping a plate. Anything metallic like that sets me on edge.

o   What’s your favorite curse word?

Shit, but I’ll go with fuck when scared (e.g. by spider), hurt, or really pissed.

o   What profession other than yours would you like to attempt?

 I like what I do, except I’d want a job where I had more time to write. When I retire, I’d like to volunteer at a nature center.

o   What profession would you not like to do?

I don’t think I could hack working in the sewers.

o   Dog or cat person?

Dog person. I like cats too but am allergic.

o   Coffee or tea?

Both, but coffee more often.

o   City or country?


o   Star Wars or Star Trek?

Both. However, I am a bigger Star Wars fan – of the original trilogy.  We will not speak of the prequels.

o   Buffy, Angel or Firefly?

All. I’m a huge Joss Whedon fan. I watched every single episode of all three of these series. I can’t even rank order them – it’s like picking a favorite child. Wow, I’m a geek. 😉


o   Pirate or ninja?

Pirate. Westley aka Dread Pirate Roberts (The Princess Bride) and Captain Jack Sparrow are hands down awesome!

o   Morning or night person?

I used to be a total night owl, but now I have to get up at 5:30 for work so can’t stay up late like I used to. I’m not a fan of mornings either, so I call myself an evening person. 

o   Procrastinator or get things done early?

I try to get things done in a timely manner and am fairly organized, but I also procrastinate especially if it’s something I’m not thrilled to be doing. 

o   Introvert or Extrovert?

I lean towards being an Introvert, yet I’m very outgoing in my comfort zones and with friends.

o   What do you like best about writing?

Creating something new that entertains readers.

o   What do you like least?

The cycle of doubt is it good/not good or getting stuck mid story.

o   Do you have a day job aside from writing?

Yes, I’m a Project Manager. It requires a lot of organization and communication both internally and with clients. I enjoy it but it doesn’t fulfill my creative side, so extremely happy I’m a writer, as well.

o   If you were a book, which book would you be – and why?

Wow, this was a tough one. I think I’d be Jane Eyre. I started out by humble means, survived some crazy times and people, and with quiet determination came out on top on my own terms. And I’m married to a guy who’s tall, mostly dark, and handsome. Rawr! 😉

o   If you were a song, which song would you be – and why?

“Somewhere I Belong” by Linkin Park. I connect with this song for the reasons mentioned above.

Book Related Questions

Hunter’s Mark is a multicultural mm romance, and it looks fabulous. I can’t wait to read it! Can you tell us what inspired the story?

Decadent Publishing has an open call for twisted fairytales. In order not to receive a hundred Cinderella stories, Decadent randomly assigned a story to each author who signed up for the challenge. I was assigned Grimm’s “The Skillful Huntsman.”

I folded elements from the original story into my own version but it’s largely my creation not a straight re-telling. As we like to say, “It’s not your mama’s Grimm.” 

I’d like to hear about Hunter and Casey – can you share a bit?

Hunter is a foul-mouthed, street-smart master assassin who is also a wolf shifter. He uses the money from his jobs to help care for his mom and disabled sister. Although he’s a gun-for-hire, Hunter has a moral code. He will not kill innocents or shifters. Hunter is a hardcore badass, but he’s also funny, loyal, and very sexy.

Casey is a potter who lives in Eugene, Oregon. He was raised by his human adopted mother. He’s also a wolf shifter but didn’t know he was different until puberty and doesn’t know other shifters exist. He represses his wolf to stay safe. Casey is sweet and sassy. His default mode is being happy, and this ginger can be sexy as hell.

Can you tell us about any upcoming stories?

I recently contracted Sam’s Temptation with Decadent Publishing. It’s a sequel to The Giftbut can be read as a standalone. It’s a multicultural foodie romance set in Montana and is the first het romance I’ve submitted for publication. I’m starting the editing process soon.

I’ve also started writing the sequel to Hunter’s Mark. Its working title is Rex’s Mate and is centered on Hunter’s smartass best friend, Rex. I loved writing him in HM! And we’ll see a lot of Hunter and Casey too.

Title: Hunter’s Mark

Author: V.S. Morgan
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Length: 74 pages
Genre(s): Contemporary Erotic I/R M/M Paranormal Romance

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Release Date October 10, 2014
Artist Casey Smith lives a quiet life, under the radar of his enemies, until one fateful night he loses control and the astonishing image of a wolf racing down a suburban street splashes all over social media.

Hunter’s bullet never misses its target. The assassin seeks out and kills his prey with a clear conscience by following two simple rules: 1) Don’t kill innocents 2) Don’t kill shifters. 

Realizing his latest assignment violates those rules, the hunter activates Princess Protocol and the assassin becomes the protector. Red hot attraction flares between the hit man and his former target. Can Hunter resist the sweet shifter in his care?

He stepped closer to Casey’s stall but stumbled over something small and furry. The toe of one Birkenstock caught on a clump of grass as he attempted not to trample the little beast, and he ass-planted with said beast jumping onto his chest to give him a broad doggie smile.

His buddy laughed piss-your-pants-hard in his ear. Fuck a duck.

“Miss Priscilla!”

The target he’d worked so hard to observe remotely sank to the ground between his sprawled-out legs, peeling the tiny hairball off his chest and setting it on the ground.

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”

Big blue eyes fringed with long, pale lashes scanned his body while strong yet gentle hands moved over his ankles and legs, searching for an injury. Oh, a toucher. His wolf basked in the tactile attention. His breath hitched as those hands glided past his knees and skimmed his thighs.

Damn, he needed to get laid after this assignment.

“Oh, my, what a li’l sweetie. Look at those freckles! I wonder if he’s got them everywhere. I’d like to lick them,” Rex crowed in his ear.

He growled.

The other man chortled. “Possessive, much?”

He inhaled deeply, only to be slammed with the force of a Mack truck. Strawberries on a warm summer’s day and fresh-cut grass—shit, his target smelled delicious. He took another breath, and his brain reeled. He’s a wolf shifter, too? Fuck.

Casey’s brows furrowed. “Where are you hurt?”

He forced a smile. “I’m fine. No worries.”

Casey returned the smile, his wide and high beam combined with sparkling eyes. Hunter stared as warmth wrapped around him like a blanket. He had no ammo against such a happy, open expression. 

The guy freaking glowed.

About the Author:
V.S. Morgan has lived all over the US but calls Minnesota her home now. Her family includes her hubby, son, and a menagerie of pets.

She’s been writing stories since she could hold a pencil and dreams of happily ever afters – even for two hot men – because love knows no boundaries. V.S. writes MC/IR contemporary, paranormal, and suspense m/m and m/f with heart. She plans to branch into fantasy and sci fi romance, as well.

V.S. is a GLBT ally and a lifetime contributor of The Trevor Project.

Facebook and Goodreads: V.S. Morgan
Twitter: @vsmorgan1

And here’s a pic of the gorgeous giveaway prizes! I *love* that little wolf jewelry bowl, and the necklace is fab, too! C’mon and enter! Giveaway ends November 7th, 2014.

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Cover Reveal and Giveaway for If Ever I Would Leave You!

Today, authors Bronwyn Green, Jessica Jarman, and Jenny Trout unveil the cover of their upcoming anthology:
If Ever I Would Leave You
(July, 2014)
Keep reading for a chance to win an Arthurian-themed DVD prize pack or a $25 Amazon gift card!

Bronwyn Green
A year after Tabby Nolan’s sister vanished from the Lake Michigan shore with her boyfriend, Liam, Tabby visits the spot where the two were last seen– and finds herself pulled into the crumbling world of Avalon.
Since his disappearance, Liam has been trapped in the mythical land, with no link to the world he knew. Now, their shared memories of Tabby’s missing sister are all they can cling to as Avalon dies around them.
But Tabby doesn’t want to be a replacement for her sister, and her growing attachment to Liam feels like a betrayal. As Avalon fades around them, Liam and Tabby must rely on each other– or be lost with the ancient kingdom forever.
Albion’s Circle: The Deepest Cut
Jessica Jarman
For nineteen years, Anna has been plagued by dreams of lives lived only in legend. Finally free from the family that believed her hopeless and worthless, she’s ready to start her life over—alone.
When Anna meets an enigmatic stranger claiming to be the legendary wizard Merlin, she is forced to question the very reality she’s struggled to accept. With the mythic figures from her dreams intruding on her waking life, Anna learns that she’s been reborn to fight an ancient evil alongside King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table.
Caught in an ages old conflict, Anna is the key to stopping a dark magic that will destroy the world—and Merlin wants to make sure that this time, Anna isn’t alone.
A Choice Fit For A Queen
Jenny Trout
writing as
Abigail Barnette
For perpetual overachiever Madison Lane, a summer studying Arthurian mythology in the Welsh countryside with professor Thomas Evans is a dream come true, and the adventure of a lifetime.
Of course, the enormous crush Madison developed on the professor after a semester of his lectures at U of M has absolutely nothing to do with her desire to learn more about the enduring legend of Camelot. At least, that’s what she’s telling her parents.
When Madison meets fellow student Rhys Crewe, sparks fly, throwing her plans for wild fling with Professor Evans completely out of whack—as do her unexpectedly complicated feelings for Thomas. With tales of Arthur and Lancelot haunting her every waking moment, Madison has to make the most difficult choice of her life.

Jessica Jarman is an author, blogger, and rather obsessive fangirl. Having grown up in Upper Michigan and currently living in Minnesota, she is a Midwestern girl through and through. And wouldn’t have it any other way.
When Jessica isn’t working to get words on the page, she passes the time with her amazing husband and four children, attempting to be crafty (and failing miserably), squeeing uncontrollably over her favorite shows or curling up with a good book. 

Bronwyn Green is an author, blogger and compulsive crafter. She lives Michigan with her husband, two sons and three somewhat psychotic cats. When not frantically writing, she can be found helping in her youngest son’s classroom or binge-watching Netflix while working on her latest craft project.

Abigail Barnette (Jenny Trout) is a writer, blogger, and funny person. She has written award winning and bestselling erotic romance as Abigail Barnette. Writing as Jennifer Armintrout, she made the USA Today bestseller list with Blood Ties Book One: The Turning. Her novel American Vampire was named one of the top ten horror novels of 2011 by Booklist Magazine Online. She is a proud Michigander, mother of two, and wife to the only person alive capable of spending extended periods of time with her without wanting to strangle her. Visit her on twitter (@Jenny_Trout) or at her blog,

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