Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Are you ready for the New Year?

Are you rarin' to get into the new year?

Well, I hope so, because on January 1, 2012, I will be posting my New Year's Party contest...and this one requires just a teensy bit of WORK on your part to win any of a number of nice prizes. Oh...what are the prizes, you ask?  Well, I have several limited edition Fran Lee Romance wall calendars...several beautiful (If I may say so myself) coffee mugs that showcase my latest covers and will sport my autograph (which might prove valuable after I win the Nobel Prize for Erotic literature)...several handy dandy tote bags graced with Fran Lee book covers (so you can advertise for me when you head to the market)...several wonderful T-shirts that show one of my book covers...and a few lovely glossy notebooks (also sporting my book covers). I also will be giving away print books (I have six available) and some of my back-list e-books.

So, come on over and help me clear out my excess SWAG items! There will be a number of winners (depending on how many entries I get) and I really need the space in my closet 'cuz I have stacks of SWAG boxes in there.

Don't forget the date...January 1, 2012...and join in the fun.

The contest will run from New Year's Day through January 15, 2012.  Contest rules will be strictly adhered to, so if you don't follow them, you will probably miss out on your prize. 

Of course, I am  very sure that a lot of you won't want SWAG items, but just think...someday when I am on the New York Times best seller list for my erotic cook book, you can always point to my SWAG stuff and proudly say "Hey...I got that direct from the Author Herself".

How exciting!  And some of my SWAG stuff is even useful...like keeping track of the date...drinking coffee from it...using it to hold your house and car keys...jotting down notes in your College Civics class...carrying your stuff out of the grocery store...wearing over that itsy-bitsy bikini top...use them as door-stops...etc.

So hop on over on New Year's Day, and join the fun.

Again, I won't spam the loops, so you get only one reminder on New Year's Day...that's it.  Ten posts are not necessary to let people know there is a contest...LOL!

Thanks for reading!



Sunday, December 25, 2011

Well, it is midnight on Christmas Eve...

And I will be sending out gifts to all who commented...
And one of you will be receiving your grand prize copy of
Uncertainly Yours!

Thanks to every one of you for joining in my release day giveaway.  I truly appreciate your participation, and I have learned who pays attention and who doesn't...LOL!  As I promised, I did not spam all my loops and groups.  I just don't do that.  One notice is all you get, so those of you who were alert and willing have now been rewarded....

Merry Christma
to all of you...I hope your day will be memorable and will leave you with wonderful memories and warm wishes. 

Have a marvelous New Year, too!

Friday, December 9, 2011

Win a digital copy of my new release!

Uncertainly Yours
Fran Lee

My newest (and longest awaited) book will be released Friday, December 16, 2011!  Hopefully this offering will be as well-received as my other Native American hero novellas...I certainly had fun writing this one!

Here is the official blurb, and the official excerpt:

When Jack’s uncle, the man who raised her, dies unexpectedly, she returns to her childhood home to settle his affairs, hoping to pay off his debts, sell the house and head back to her normal life. Things are quickly complicated by the arrival of Lance, the object of her heated—and unrequited—teenage fantasies. He greets her with open arms, smoldering kisses and mind-blowing orgasms…but makes it clear that he wants to keep things casual.

It’s been years since he saw her, but Lance never managed to get Jack out of his head or his fantasies. He knows only too well, though, that she has plenty of reason not to spare him a second thought. Despite that, it’s clear her desire for him is still alive and well—and he’s not above exploiting that. He’ll keep things casual and give her what she wants, satisfying her every need, until she begs him to give her what he’s wanted for years. Not just her body, but her love.


Copyright © FRAN LEE, 2011

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

Two hours later, after playing you-can’t-catch-me tag with the big roan and finally convincing him it was in his best interests to carry her home, she rode into the ranch yard thinking of nothing but a desperately needed cup of coffee and a can of chili. Sliding to the ground with a groan of relief, she led the horse into the corral. She clipped his bit ring to the dangling halter lead that always hung on the hitching post just inside the gate. 

Loosening the cinch, she dragged the big old roping saddle off his high back. He started shaking his ugly head, impatient for his evening meal.

“You ate two lunches, you big mule. You can just wait until I put the tack away and get myself something to eat, which, by the way, I’ve wanted to do for the last four hours. If you hadn’t played your damn games, you might be eating right now!”

She lugged the heavy saddle into the barn and settled it over the sawhorse by the tack room door, draping the damp saddle pad upside down over the saddle seat to let it dry. Grabbing a rag and a stiff brush, she stomped back out to brush and rub the horse’s rumpled coat before she ran fresh well water into the trough.

Leaning against the rough pole fence, she stared at the gelding as he drank his fill and headed over to check out the feed bin. Wouldn’t it be nice to have someone to take care of you? Never have to worry about where your next meal came from? Never have to get up and shower and get to work? Just put the bridle away and go feed your growling belly, girl…

After she put the bridle in the tack room, she trudged wearily back across the yard toward the house and stopped dead as she saw the gleaming black 4x4 pickup that was parked beside the rattletrap old Ford.

Company? When I look like I just lost a sand-wrestling match with a bear? Great. Jack shook her head. Oh, well. She’d see what they wanted and make it quick. She certainly wasn’t expecting anyone to drop by and Molly drove a blue van. She approached the black pickup wondering who the hell would be coming out here and what they wanted.

She didn’t have to wait very long to find out, as the driver side door swung open and a long, lean body unfolded itself from the cab of the vehicle to face her as she approached.

OMG. Her heart lurched. Her suddenly useless feet almost tangled and she drew in a sharp breath to steady her suddenly racing pulses.

No. Way. In. Hell.

She came to a stumbling halt, too shocked to move closer as she came face to face with her worst nightmare and her wildest fantasy.

Lance Blackfeather.

Dark eyes swept over her dusty jeans and grubby shirt as he removed his black Stetson and ran a lean hand through his nearly waist-length hair. One look at that beautiful, intense face brought back all the humiliating memories of her wild teenage crush on the man…and the way he’d treated that crush. She was suddenly speechless. The silence that hung between them was just another reminder of her lack of savoir faire. She had always felt totally gauche around the man. 

Finally managing to force words through her stiff lips, Jack nodded and said tightly, “Blackfeather. What brings you out here? Uncle Frank’s funeral was last week.” She couldn’t stop the little jab at his conscience. If he actually has one. He seemed to be considering his answer carefully as he trailed those lean fingers over the deep center dent of his hat. She shivered as she had a sudden image of those lean fingers trailing over the warm folds of her pussy.

Gah! Mind out of the gutter, Jack!

When he did finally speak, the sound of his voice sent shivers through her. 

“I’ve been away for a while. I just got back. My condolences. Frank was a damn good man.”

She lifted her chin slightly to gather her damn pride around her like a shield against the sexy, mouthwatering aura he had always exuded. However, his unexpected response took some of the wind out of her self-righteous sails. He’s been away? She could accept that excuse.

“Thank you.” She swallowed hard to calm the rampant butterflies that had just headed down her throat to her stomach. Now what, Jack? At least act like you have some manners. “I don’t have much in the way of fancy hospitality, but I can offer you a cup of coffee, if you don’t mind reheated.”

Amazed that she’d actually had the courage to ask him if he wanted coffee, she removed her hat and dusted it off against her worn jeans. She started toward the porch and he raised his hand to forestall her.

“I don’t mean to impose.” His voice was husky. Sexy. And sending little flutters of lust into her belly. Damn it Jack! How the hell can you even think of him that way after he tore your heart into little pieces? Her anger at herself translated to her tone when she spoke again.

“You aren’t imposing. If you have the courage to drink my lousy coffee, you’re welcome to it.” Trying not to notice his sun-bronzed face and that killer body as she passed him, she climbed the steps to the front door a bit stiffly. She didn’t have to look over her shoulder to know that he was following her. His boots scraped on the wooden steps and as she shoved the creaky front door inward he reached past her to hold it open, his chest brushing her shoulder. She almost gave a yelp as she jerked away, but managed to move without making it look like he’d just scared the hell out of her. 

“Looks like the screen could use fixing.” His quiet observation brought a hot flood of color to her face.

Duh! Real observant of you, Blackfeather. “Yeah. It fell off the hinges last summer. Uncle Frank was going to fix it…” her voice trailed off as she recalled all the times the old man had said he was going to fix that sagging screen door. She shook herself back to the present and waved toward the kitchen, forcing back the lump that filled her tight throat. “Make yourself at home. I’ll get you a cup.” She reached for two chipped mugs and said “I was about to fix myself some chili. I can open two cans if you’re hungry.”

She paused to look over her shoulder and realized that he was so close she could move back half an inch and lean into that rock-hard body. OMG. Space! Need to put some space between his front and my back—now!

She moved quickly to the stove and checked to see if there were any hot coals left to ignite the kindling she had gathered earlier from the quickly dwindling wood supply out back. Nope. It was stone cold. She grabbed a sheet of old newspaper out of the box next to the stove and crumpled it, added some kindling to get the fire restarted and then reached for the box of matches. Empty! Damn! Another thing that has to be purchased next time I’m in town. Well, maybe she could afford a box of matches. Just not much else.

A long arm brushed past her and, with a soft click, Lance lit the paper with a lighter. He was almost flush against her back as she straightened and she closed her eyes and swallowed the tight knot in her throat. “Thanks,” she said tersely as she reached to move the cold pot of coffee back to the heat plate of the stove.

He moved back a step as she turned to face him and she motioned toward the little table with its pair of white-painted wooden chairs. Damn, but he has absolutely no concept of personal space. “Grab a seat. Did you want that chili or not?” Here I am blushing like a sappy idiot again just because he’s looking at me in that damn sexy way of his.

He hung his hat on one spindle of the chair he chose and he sank onto the seat slowly, apparently testing its capability of handling his weight. “I ate a while ago. I’ll just have some of that coffee.”

God, but he was still as gorgeous and as well built as she recalled. She had hoped he would have gone gray and grown a paunch like most of the men around here seemed to. But no. He had to remain hot and sexy and…

She swallowed and forced her thoughts away from him. No use thinking about him. Nothing had changed, except she was older and wiser and not as apt to drool over him openly like she had at sixteen.

As she moved around the kitchen opening a can of chili, then setting it on the stovetop to heat in the can, she could sense his eyes following every move she made, making her feel oddly clumsy. She nearly dropped the long spoon she’d stirred the chili with before getting it safely into the kitchen sink. She washed her hands and reached for a tea towel.

When there was no further excuse to keep her back to him, she turned and leaned against the counter top, folding her arms defensively over her chest. “It was real nice of you to drive all this way to offer your condolences. I know you and Uncle Frank were friends. And I really appreciate the help you were to him all these years.” She chewed the corner of her bottom lip and drew a calming breath. “But I get the feeling that’s not what you came out here for. I gather you saw my ad in the papers? You want to buy me out, since this is right in the middle of your spread? I plan to have it sold as soon as possible.” Jesus. I’m babbling.

He inhaled deeply and frowned. “You can’t sell the ranch.”

She stared at him stonily. “I don’t have a choice. I don’t have any other way to settle the remainder of his debts. I sold everything that wasn’t nailed down to pay off his creditors. Do you want to buy me out or not? I’m not asking much—just enough to pay off the rest of his bills and the funeral.” 

Damn him. He’s got that look on his face, like he feels sorry for me.

Tremors of weariness hit her but she didn’t want to show any weakness to him. She turned to stare out the little window above the sink, afraid she would begin to bawl like a baby. “Look, it’s been a real rough day. I know you have important things to do…”

He was suddenly right behind her again and she drew a ragged breath. Damn! How the hell could he move that fast without her hearing him? His closeness set off all sorts of alarms in her body. His hands settled gently on her shoulders as he murmured softly, “I’m sorry. I sure as hell didn’t come here to upset you.”

She drew a calming breath. “It’s okay. It’ll sort itself out. I know it won’t bring much on the market, but at least I can pay off the bills that are left. Just make me an offer.”

His fingers tightened on her drooping shoulders and he turned her to face him. “Maybe you should sit down.” His voice was quiet as he glanced toward the table and chairs.

“Sit down? That sounds pretty ominous.” Her eyes searched his face for a moment and then his words began to sink in. Her belly knotted as she tried to calm her heart rate. This isn’t a social visit. He had come to deliver some bad news. His dark eyes told her that. Then she whispered, “Exactly why can’t I sell the ranch, Blackfeather?”

He hesitated, then murmured quietly, “This piece of land is on the Standing Rock Sioux reservation. The tribe owns all the land here. Frank was only leasing it.”

Her heart was hammering as she swallowed and whispered shakily, “Leasing it?” She drew a painful breath. That’s why there was no land title on file? Her lips trembled. It made perfect sense now. But he had always told her that the ranch would be hers someday. That implied that he owned it outright. Didn’t it? This was getting so crazy… 

She allowed him to ease her onto the chair he’d been sitting on. Her thoughts swirled dangerously. Just how was she supposed to pay off what he still owed his creditors? God knew she had nothing more to sell…of his or hers. What about the cost of his funeral? They had buried him on her promise to pay the costs from the proceeds of the estate. She closed her eyes and swallowed the nausea she felt. Oh, God.

She sensed Lance sinking to his haunches in front of the chair and she forced her eyes open to meet his gaze. “I don’t understand. He led me to believe this would be mine someday—that I would have a place to come back to.” She shook her head. “I just assumed…” Her voice trailed off.

“He had a twenty-year lease. He always figured you would still have the ranch to come back to if things went sour.” She saw the pity in those almost-black eyes and she stopped herself from saying any more.

The last thing she needed or wanted from Lance Blackfeather was his pity.

 I will be giving away a copy of my new release to one lucky commenter.  So leave me a comment, and be sure to give me your first name and your e-mail addy so I can notify you if you are the lucky winner!  I will also be giving away a pdf copy of the Christmas classic ghost story, A Christmas Carol, by Charles Dickens to every one who comments. (If you already have that from my prior Christmas contest, let me know and I'll send you a classic adventure tale instead.)

This is MUCH simpler than my usual contest, right?  Also, since so few have commented in the past on my contests, you might just be the lucky one who wins! LOL!  Hate to admit that I have so few fans, but it's the sad truth!  *snif*

So just leave a comment telling me what your favorite Fran Lee book is, (you can leave more than one but you only get entered into the hat once) and on Christmas Eve, at precisely midnight, I will have my grandson reach into the hat and draw the winning comment.  If there is no e-mail addy and no name, and I don't know you well from prior chats or contacts, another comment will be drawn...so please be sure to give that info in your comment.

Good luck...and I want everyone to have a happy and peaceful Chanukah, a wonderful merry Christmas, and a marvelous, happy Kwanzaa!

Love to you and yours this blessed season...and thanks so much for your patience in waiting for this one.


Fran Lee

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Am I Crazy?

Or am I just going into my second childhood?

I find that I am looking at things in a totally different way as I get along in years.  Take this young man, for instance...a number of years back, I would have been appalled by all those tattoos...but now I find myself wondering if those tats go down any further than his belt line...

Would you call this crazy?  Or merely a paradigm shift?  (I love using buzz words).  Hah!  I think I figured it out.  I am not crazy...I am an erotic romance author...and I see things in a whole other sense now.  Where once I would have been shocked by a man's naked body flaunted for the world to ogle, I am one of those doing the ogling.  Sigh.  I am much like the silly dog that madly chases those sports cars down the street...it's fun to chase...but what the hell do I do with it if I catch it?

Never mind...I have a wonderful imagination, and I still know how to use it. LOL!

Too bad everything else is getting too old to use anymore.  Creak...groan...ouch.

That might be why my books are so hot?

Living vicariously has become an art for me.  Every heroine is a little part of me.  Every hero is a composite of all the men I have drooled over and admired from afar for years...and have been too darned timid to chase.  I am the little dog that sits inside her yard, watching the other dogs chase cars, too afraid to get run over to join the fun.  



Tuesday, November 1, 2011

We have a winner!

We have a winner in the Oktoberfest Contest!

I guess I make these contests too complicated...out of fifteen entries, only three people posted here before going to my website and sending me the e-mails.  And out of the fifteen, only one person put "Fran's Oktoberfest Contest" in the subject of the e-mail. Congratulations to the winner!

The entrant who followed all the instructions to the letter, was...Molly Daniels! 

Molly will be receiving a print copy of Hard Work, Hot Boss in the mail shortly! Hope you enjoy it, Molly!

Now...the rest of the entrants are being sent a special gift in keeping with the holiday season...a special pdf copy of Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol.  Thanks so much for being great sports and entering my Oktoberfest Contest.  It was fun having all of you here to share the joy!


Fran Lee

Friday, October 7, 2011

Win a PRINT book or e-book of your choice! Oktoberfest is here!

You can WIN a copy of one of my PRINT books
One of my e-books...

Just follow the instructions below, (leave a comment on this blog post that says "I entered!" but do not leave your answer in your comment) then go to my website and use my "Contact Fran" page to send me an e-mail with your answers.  Be sure to put "Fran's Oktoberfest Contest" as the subject of your e-mail.  

In the body of the e-mail after your answers, be sure to give me your full name, your snail mail addy (unless you are outside the US in which case your prize will be an e-book) and your AGE.  Unless you state that you are at least 18 years of age I will not put you into the drawing.

Everyone who enters will win a prize, but only one can win the print book.  :)

This contest will run through October 31, 2011. Winner(s) will be selected by drawing at midnight Halloween...bwah hah hah....

Have fun!
1.)  Go to my Facebook page and click on the "photos" link on the left sidebar.  (Should show "33" photos) Once on my photo page, select the album "Romanticon 2011".  Pick the photo you like best out of all of them, leave a comment on that photo that says "This is the one I love best" and add the number "2011".

2.)  Go to my website and use the "Contact Fran" page.  Tell me which photo you loved best out of the ones I took at Romanticon 2011.  Tell me if you are one of my "fans" on Facebook. (You can become a "fan" by following the Facebook fan link on my blog), and if you are the winner of the contest, you will get another prize for just being my "fan". :)

Have fun...it's not a hard contest...no major running around...

Hugs, and good luck!

Fran Lee

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Sigh...Romanticon was a blast...

Jaid Black and Patty Robb Marks 
Owner and CEO of Ellora's Cave Publishing

Cris Anson, Angelo Riguero, Desiree Holt, Kaenar Langford, and Cerise DeLand

Cover model and Ellora's Cave employee extraordinaire Lisa Gray

EC's first cover models, CJ Hollenbach and Shannon Smith

Brand new hot and sweet Caveman Cole Reilly

Two more hot Cavemen, Ace Boogie and Will (honorary Caveman)

Francesca Hawley, Joel Sajian (Caveman Alex) and Cris Anson

New Caveman Mmmmmanuel...yummmmm

Kaenar Langford (aka Spike) and Cris Anson

I call this one "Patty sandwich"

Hot new Caveman Georgio and Cris Anson

Boss and some of the New Cavemen...

CJ Hollenbach in his future costume

And CJ Hollenbach as his own photog "fixed" my photo LOL

Cerise DeLand and..."that woman"

These are just a few of my pics.  I have uploaded most of them to Facebook, but wanted to share them here with you. If you "borrow" one, be sure to give me photo credits* wherever you display them.  *That's just professional courtesy...:P

I had a blast...wish all of you could have been there.  Met lots of wonderful new people, and "met" a lot of my online pals face to face. LOL!  Had a lot of wonderful conversations, and tons of fabulous fun. (Was that effusive or what?)

 Anyway, I will share more of my photos soon.

Fran Lee

Thursday, September 29, 2011

First day at Romanticon...

So many wonderful people all in one place!

I will be uploading photos of all my friends when I find a moment to spare...you e-mail me if you don't see someone you want me to get a picture of.

I tried hard to get pics of everyone so you could enjoy them, but obviously my camera batteries died after two hours, and I will have to get more tomorrow!

Check back in a couple of days.



Sunday, September 25, 2011

EPIC Awards Finalist

Woman on Fire
Is a finalist in the Contemporary Romance category for the EPIC Awards this year!

So excited...I advanced to the finals last year with Out of Her Dreams, but didn't win.  Win or lose, being a finalist in the EPIC Awards is truly a feather in an author's cap!  Whoo hoo!


Fran Lee

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Got my new cover...

Uncertainly Yours
coming soon from Ellora's Cave

I subbed this one is April.  I got my cover last week, but am still waiting on the first edits.  I have been assured that the book will be released before year's end, so, here's hoping...

Just got past my birthday...survived one more year.  Almost past the post-herpedic pain of the shingles I got a couple of months ago.  Stress does some gnarly things to us, huh?

Romanticon is coming up too, and I'm pretty stressed about that.  Last year I got so sick on the return flight, I thought I would die.  But I did survive. Hmmm...

I'll let you know when the next book is released.  Thanks for checking my blog out, kiddies!

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Coming August 4th!

This was certainly a surprise!

I knew it was going to be released sometime this year, but with print books, they never tell you ahead of time.  What a surprise!  They caught mew with my pants down...Snort!



Saturday, July 30, 2011

Contracted my wip...

In the meantime...

I will be working on another.  And another.  And another.  Editors, bless them, have lives too, and mine can't get to my first edits for another month or so.  

Have been seriously thinking about self-pubbing one just for the heck of it.  Of course, I wouldn't expect to sell many on my own, but maybe there are enough of my fans out there who might buy one, especially if they are reasonably-priced. I do a fairly good, clean manuscript.  Self-editing is not the easiest part of this thing, because we never see what's wrong with our own work...until it glares out of a printed page at us. LOL!  But I've been waaay too lazy, and have vegetated for an entire year. 

Just thinking over options...

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Now out in PRINT...

This 2009 e-book release is not out in PRINT! I love the feel and smell of a brand new print book...


Saturday, April 9, 2011

Finished Cal's Omega....

My sequel to Hallie's Cats is ready to roll...

There were some mixed reviews for "Cats" back in 2009...some reviewers loved it...others said they really wanted Cal's story, since my hot younger shifter was hangin' out hopin' for some down time with Hallie, too (Seronta Leopards females need harems).  Folks seemed to love Cal more than Gar, so I decided to do a sequel, and give Cal his own mate.

It will be ready to sub by this next Monday.  Wish me luck.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Almost done...

My next wip is in the final stages and will be sent to my editor post haste! Wish me luck!  She may hate it and zip it back to me with a thumbs-down sign!  LOL!

Saturday, March 19, 2011

I'm genuinely back in the saddle...

Thunder Hawk
Hunkpapa Sioux
I have found my muse and am keeping well dosed with dark chocolate and cinnamon raisin toast.  She grabbed me by the ear a week ago and demanded that we finish my next NA hero so she can read about him and pick out her favorite toys.

Thanks for all your kind encouragement. I sincerely don't think I would have managed it without you.



Saturday, March 5, 2011

Happy Release Day to my good friend!

is another hot shifter novella from Regina Carlysle. It is available now at Ellora's Cave!


Tuesday, February 22, 2011

I can see the light at the end of the tunnel...

I took this picture of a man lying back on a hot purple satin bed...but when it came out, there was no guy...

So I am just gonna tell you that he was something else. Yum! Oh, well...now about that light I saw...I was dreaming and I saw a face from my past...WAY past...like when I was 12. It was a guy I had a wild crush on. A hot, delicious NA guy who was my hero back then.

He ran a big herd of mustangs, and he let me ride them when they came into town to munch on people's gardens, lawns, and lilacs.  Now, needless to say, I was about the only one who liked those horses, so the man sort of liked me.  I would give him a call on our brand new three-party-line phone (after waiting for everyone else to finish, of course)  and let him know where the horses were before the sheriff got a call.  He would come out in his pickup and turn the sheep dogs loose and they would send them off home pronto. And I would always get a free ride.

Well, anyway...I grew up and he moved on to a new spot where the horses would be able to graze, and his sheep would not rove into cattleman's pastures...but I never forgot that tall, lean, long-haired guy. Yum.  I decided to write him into a new story.  So wish me luck...I have a week left to finish the wip and sub it.


Tuesday, February 15, 2011

It's on sale now!

Available now at Ellora's Cave

Drilled by Regina Carlysle
Lori Donovan accepts the Cougar Challenge and pledges to snag a hot young stud, knowing it’ll be tough once she moves back to her Texas hometown. She expects barren plains and rattlesnakes but finds hunky Jackson Blue drilling for oil on her property instead. A driller. Hmm. Lori has a few ideas about that and just about all of them involve her poor, needy,  sex-starved body.

Jackson takes one look at the curvy, sexy, older woman and puts his expertise into action. After all, drilling is what he does best. Against the wall, on the floor or in the middle of her bed, he’s the right man for the job. It’s a hot time in Texas when a tough, sexy drillin’ man meets a sassy cougar, and playing it safe just isn’t an option.
Driven by Jayne Rylon
Lynn Madison transformed from repressed corporate drone to bold seductress overnight when her online friends at Tempt the Cougar encouraged her to take charge of her destiny. Their advice haunts her as she drools over the hottest Italian stallion on the planet while stranded in an airport.

Sebastian Fiori is a master of speed. A rally car driver, he’s used to winning on and off the track. He sees no need to put on the brakes when a sexy sophisticate revs his engine. After spotting Lynn’s decadent ménage novel, he decides to take her for the ride of a lifetime—with his navigator Mark.

Storm delays would be far more upsetting if Lynn’s young stud wasn’t offering a first-class ticket to indulge her fantasy. Neither of them expects their rendezvous to last beyond their transatlantic flight on his private jet. But sometimes there’s no escaping the forces of nature.

Reader Advisory: Novel offers a racy little treat—an m/f/m ménage.
Nothing but Sex by Fran Lee
Lee Blackhorse is hardly Cougar material, no matter what her friends over at Tempt the Cougar say. A forty-two-year-old woman who lusts after her thirty-year-old weekend helper is just plain nuts. Or is she? Mike Running Elk is the sexiest thing ever to don tight jeans and a second-skin t-shirt. She’s secretly yearned for the man for years.

Mike has no problem seeing himself in the role of Lee’s lover. In fact, if he can just get the hot-as-hell woman to realize he’s plenty old enough to ring her bells, he plans to do more than just clean her barn and mow her grass. He’s waited for her long enough.

When Mike shows up at her door with an injured hand, he notices Lee can’t pull her eyes off his naked, ripped chest. Mike can’t believe she’s as oblivious as she acts. The ice has been broken and he intends to heat things up even more…

Reader Advisory: Our poor heroine endures some mild violence, but don’t worry—the hero’s got her back.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

I want to sing this woman's praises...

Meet Melva Niles Barborka...

Better known as Melva Niles back in the days when she sang on Broadway, off Broadway, on the radio, and for the President at the National Theater in Washington DC.  Melva Niles was one of the fastest rising stars of musical theater in the mid to late 40's...and then she gave it all up to walk away and be a wife and mother.

 Baritone Robert Peterson and Soprano Melva Niles
Melva sang on stage with some of the greatest male leads in the business...including her "The Railroad Hour" performance of The Song Of Norway on February 28, 1949 on ABC Radio, with the show's charismatic host, Gordon MacRae. When she was singing in the nation's capitol, Mrs. Truman and the President's daughter were so impressed by her that they insisted Harry invite her to the House for lunch.

How on earth did I get to meet this person, and to call her friend?  Well, obviously she is not into karate.  And truth to tell, she blushes every time I tell her the kind of books I write.  Actually, I met Melva a number of years ago when she was doing a part time job in my office.  I was fairly close friends at work with Melva's daughter-in-law, who just happened to mention that her m-i-l was starting work there the next week under a special program that allowed aged low income folks to work a few hours a day for the government to help make ends meet.

Melva was celebrating her 80th birthday that fall. She was a sweet, unassuming lady who blushed easily and laughed at every problem. So when her d-i-l happened to mention in passing that Melva had once been a star of the stage and Broadway, I did what I always do...I got curious.  Why had I never heard of this once-famous and now destitute person?

I Googled her. I found several blurbs on the Internet about shows she had been in, but after a meteoric rise to stardom for three years, she suddenly seemed to vanish. I found her recorded performance of the Song of Norway on ABC Radio, and purchased it for her as a birthday gift.  Seems she found the man of her dreams, married him.  Two years later, she got pregnant, and quit a multimillion dollar career to be a wife and mother.  Now, that is what I call determination and courage.

Melva is another of my personal heroes.  She continued to do special performances for a number of years after leaving Broadway...but she did them for her church, and made not a dime off anything. Her records are being sold everywhere, but this little lady receives not a red cent. She found faith in a world of glitz and money.  She and her husband lost everything that most people find important...money, cars, a high flying social life...and when her wonderful love became ill, she found herself a widow.  But her courage and determination taught me a great deal, and I will always treasure our friendship.
Melva is a bright star in the Heaven of heroes.  She is now 85, and still singing. 

Fran Lee