Surprise Me Again – New Release by Anita Kidescu!


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I’m fortunate to have as my guest today erotic romance writer Anita Kidescu and she has agreed to subject herself to an interview!  So, here’s Anita:

 What is your greatest temptation:

            In men: A man with a dark beard – not a shaggy one, though

            In food: Chocolate, chocolate, chocolate.

            In clothes: Jogging pants and sweatshirts

 What is your greatest weakness (example: buying shoes)? Buying books

 If you could have any kind of car, what would it be? An old 57 Chevy – light blue and white

perf5.000x8.000.indd Your dream home – mountains or ocean? A log home in the mountains in the summer, Beach house in the winter (I live in Northern Wisconsin)

 What inspired you to become a writer? My grandmother loved to write. She was never published, but she encouraged me.

Do you have a daily writing routine?  If so, please share. I get my best writing done in the afternoons. Mornings (when I’m home) are spent with promo stuff.

What is your favorite book? That is a tough one. I have so many. My keeper shelf is filled with Jude Deveraux, LaVyrle Spencer, and Kathleen Woodiwiss’ books.

 What is your favorite movie? I don’t watch a lot of movies. My latest, though, would be “A Dog’s Purpose.”

Who is your favorite historical figure? Abraham Lincoln

perf5.000x8.000.indd In your books, who is your favorite hero and please introduce him? It’s a toss up between Jack in South Seas Seduction and Eric in Surprise Again. Jack, a pilot acts like a tough guy, but is a real softie. His flaws make me laugh. I think I’m in love with him. Eric, has been wounded by his ex-wife, yet still longs to find the right one to love and love him.

Who is your favorite heroine and please introduce her? My favorite female character would be Emma in South Seas Seduction. In the book, she went from a sheltered, shy woman, to a feisty, take no prisoners woman.

What do you have out now?  Surprise Me Again:

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Charged with trespassing and indecent exposure on Erik Stenson’s private beach, Carson and Josie Sandberg return to South Padre Island to take care of the ticket. However, their reunion with Erik is not what they expected. An invitation for a drink turns into a weekend of passion that fulfills fantasies and leaves all parties wanting to explore a threesome outside the bedroom. Will time, distance, and family issues stand in the way, or will they be surprised again?

Excerpt: “What about you?” Josie said. “Have you ever been married?”

“I was. Years ago. It didn’t last.”

A flicker of sorrow passed over Josie’s eyes. “Can you tell us what happened?” She frowned into her drink. “That is, if you want to.”

“It’s okay. I married Jessica about…” Hell how long had it been? Where had the time gone? “I guess nearly twenty years ago. Like you, we met in college, fell in love, married. Things were good for a few years.”

Josie leaned to her side, allowing the waiter to place a plate before her. Ignoring her food, she folded her hands under chin and kept her attention on him. “What happened?”

“We wanted children. Jessica ached for children. It became an obsession.” Eric took one of the large shrimp from the platter in the middle of the table and began peeling it with trembling fingers, giving him a chance to get his emotions under control. Lord, how he’d wanted children, but not enough to end his marriage.

“After a few years when we didn’t conceive, we looked for answers. By that time Jessica was convinced she was the problem and fell into a deep depression. Nothing I did helped. She wouldn’t agree to see a counselor. My mother finally convinced us to seek a fertilization doctor.” Eric threw the shrimp on his plate and took a long swallow of beer. “Turns out I was the problem, not her. Seems those mumps I’d had as a kid did a number on my little swimmers. Killed them all.”

“Hell, that’s awful, man,” Carson said while Josie placed her hand on Eric’s.

Their sympathy nearly did him in. He swallowed around the lump in his throat and squeezed his damp eyes.

After all these years, the pain was still buried under his heart only to surface on dark, lonely nights and like now as he recounted the story. They were the first ones he’d opened up to. None of the other people in his threesomes had even cared to ask.

Carson took a sip of his beer. “What happened then?”

“I wanted to adopt. Wanted to create a family with Jessica. It didn’t matter if the children were of our blood or not. The doctors had talked about in-vitro. Turns out Jessica didn’t feel the same way.” He took deep breath and tried to calm his pounding heart. He wiped his palms on his shorts.

“I came home one day with information on adoption and some on in-vitro fertilization only to find her and her stuff gone. She had left me a note, telling me she wanted children from her own body. Wanted to create them naturally. Didn’t want to be married to a man who wasn’t a man.”

“The bitch,” Josie said, her eyes filling with tears. “Oops, sorry. I shouldn’t have called her that.”

“Don’t worry. I’ve called her that and worse.”

“How the hell did you handle it?” Carson asked. “I would have been devastated if Josie had done that to me.”

“I drank and buried myself in my writing. I wrote my first novel during this time.”

“If I recall, that book was rather cutting against women,” Carson said.

Eric shook his head and chuckled. “Yeah. I enjoyed killing off my heroine. Coincidentally, she closely resembled my ex.”

“Did you get in trouble for it?” Josie asked, peeling her third shrimp.

“Since I use a pen name, I don’t think she even knows I write. Besides, she was too busy finding another husband to father her eight children.”

Carson choked on his beer. “Eight?”

“Yeah. She really did want kids, but I’m not sure I would have agreed to that many. I was also told she’s gained about a hundred pounds.” Under Josie’s quiet scrutiny, he dropped his gaze to his plate.

“It still hurts, though, doesn’t it?” Josie asked.

Eric shrugged. “It’s not as bad as it was. I sometimes think about how I could have kids in college or be a grandfather by now.”

 New releases anytime soon? Surprise Me Again, just came out on Feb. 10th. It’s the continuing story of Josie and Carson from Surprise Me. I just sent their sons’ story to my editor. We have to come up with a title, and I have no idea when it will be released.

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Casket Girl by Maggie Mae Gallagher! Intriguing title, so…


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casket-girl-002GENRE: Paranormal Romantic Suspense


All he wants is to find a killer…

FBI Special Agent Josh Blake has seen some bizarre cases in his day. His latest case is one for the record books. He has multiple homicides, corpses drained of every ounce of blood, and no suspects. When rumors surface that the French Quarter may be hiding an insidious monster bent on drenching the streets in dead bodies, he must suspend logic and place his trust in the mystical.

She wants a fresh start…

Isabelle Toussánt left her family home in the bayou five year ago, cutting all ties with her abusive whiskey swilling stepfather, to forge a new life in the French Quarter. Now a successful business owner of Madam Toussánt’s Mystical Gifts in Jackson Square, and a Seer with voodoo roots. The foundation of her new life shatters when one of her employee’s winds up dead and she is dragged into a deadly game where she becomes the target of a serial killer.

A passion neither expected…

etermined to stop the brutal slayings, Josh must rely on the beautiful Isabelle who makes him question everything he has ever known about life and death all while surrendering to a desire hotter than a Bayou night. When Isabelle disappears without a trace, with tourists flocking to the party capital for Halloween, and the body count continues to mount, Josh will be forced to push beyond the boundaries of what he thinks is possible and rescue the woman he loves before it’s too late.



“Miss Toussánt.” Captain Tremayne addressed her above the din and chaos.

She swung around, her long dark hair, the silky wave of it, shimmering and rippling as mediakit_bookcover_casketgirl-002she faced the captain. Josh took one look at Miss Isabelle Toussánt and felt like a thoroughbred had just kicked him in the stomach.

She was exotic, with caramel skin and looking taut and lean in her formfitting tank that displayed delicate arms. He sucked in a sharp breath when she glanced at the captain. Cat eyes. The mahogany color reminded Josh of his chestnut mare as a child, Daisy. They were framed by black brows. One of them was currently raised in his direction as she spoke to the captain.

“Yes, Captain Tremayne? Can I interest you in a cup of coffee?” Her voice reminded him of a shot of smooth, single malt whiskey.

“Miss Toussánt, this is Agent Josh Blake with the FBI. He has some questions, if you’re up for them.”

A wounded shadow passed through her magnetic eyes for a moment before she shifted her gaze toward him. The unabridged effect of her stare was electric and compelling, until he found himself immersed in her eyes. Unexpected lust zinged along his spine, not that he would give in to the temptation she presented, but his body resonated with the siren’s call her body echoed.

“Agent, can I interest you in some coffee?” She held up a glass carafe of steaming brew, already half empty.

“Not right now, Miss Toussánt. Thank you for the offer, though,” he murmured gently but firmly. It smelled like heaven, but he didn’t want to coddle her. She needed to understand he was in charge and would dig into her background no matter how sweetly her hips swished as she walked.

“Please call me Isabelle,” she offered with a slight smile, but it didn’t spread to her eyes. No amount of coffee or alcohol would erase the vision of death. He knew what that first time was like, though, the horror of it, the way it twisted your insides. Seeing for the first time how fragile life truly was made you face your own mortality. And, more important, you began to understand that some individuals just wanted to watch the world burn.

“Is there somewhere we can talk privately?” he asked, assessing her response, both verbal and non-verbal, ignoring the intense desire churning in his gut as he studied her. If there was one thing Miss Toussánt was, it was off-limits. It didn’t matter how long it had been since he’d done the horizontal tango. If there was one thing he was strictly by the book on, it was that he never blurred the lines in a case. The evidence either convicted a person or set them free. As it was, she was a witness to a horrific murder, possibly more.

There was something off about her that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. The way her eyes darted nervously around, and she kept wetting her pouty bottom lip. It could be signs of trauma and shock from discovering the body, or it could be she was hiding something. Perhaps she’d witnessed the incident and feared the killer would come back for her if he knew.

“Certainly, follow me.” Isabelle returned the carafe to the coffeemaker, wiped her palms along her skirt and nodded toward a doorway in the far corner.

He would have followed her into hell if it meant listening to her sultry voice some more and siphoning whatever information she had on this case.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

mediakit_authorphoto_casketgirl-002Born in St. Louis, Missouri, Maggie grew up listening to Cardinals baseball and reading anything she could get her hands on. She remembers her mother saying if only she would read the right type of books instead binging her way through the romance aisles at the bookstore, she’d have been a doctor. While Maggie never did get that doctorate, she graduated cum laude from the University of Missouri-St. Louis with an M.A. in History.

Maggie is a bestselling and award-winning author published in multiple fiction genres. She also writes erotic romance under the name Anya Summers. A total geek at her core, when she is not writing, she adores attending the latest comic con or spending time with her family. She currently lives in the Midwest with her two furry felines.

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Welcome to the ABA Valentine Hop


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Hello Valentine Seekers!

I’d like to introduce you to my favorite of my characters—English lord, renowned classical pianist…and a vampire since 1659, the year before Charles II was restored to the throne of England.
the-summoning-manMorgan Gabriel D’Arcy is 6’2” with long blond hair and British blue eyes. I used to hope I’d meet someone like him (minus the vampire bit).  He is svelte, sexy, sensual, and just generally yummy.  He loves the ladies to a fault.

Now, I’ll let him have the stage and tell you about himself.


MorganHullo and welcome to Morgan on a half-shell.  I was born in the year of our Lord 1634, became the Earl of St. Averil in 1645 when my father perished fighting with the Royalist army at the Battle of Naseby.  My ancestral home, Royal Oak, commands a view of the sea from a hill overlooking a hamlet on the coast of Devon. I spend a great deal of time in London, however.  There’s not much call for a concert pianist on the coast of Devon.

I studied piano with Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, on a harpsicord then, of course.  Later, I studied with Liszt, Ravel and Debussy. I was a fighter pilot in World War II, flying night missions over Nazi Germany.  Today, I fly a Lear jet to and from Royal Oak and London, sometimes ferrying members of my brethren to the Europe for continental fare.

The most important thing I want to tell you is the nature of my race—the Vampyre.  The most sacred creed of our kind is The Pact, and compared to the Ten Commandments, it is rather lax. Exceot…

The Masquerade. All of us are bound by an oath of secrecy concerning our true nature and our very existence. The Vampyre are viral mutations. The newbie is transformed in a ritual blood exchange wherein a fragile virus is introduced into the host. The blood borne pathogen is a mutagen.  BTW, most humans are viral mutations but to a much lesser degree.

Ever your servant,



Reviewers have said of Morgan:

RT Book Reviews:  There are shades of the illustrious Lestat in the haughty Lord Morgan Gabriel D’Arcy, however, Linda Nightingale provides several interesting twists on the traditional vampire myth that makes this vampire (and his nocturnal adventures) into something wholly unique.

NY Journal of Books calls him: “…a tour de force of egotism, wit, sensuality, and talent”

If you are interested in Morgan, check out the tabs at the top of the screen.  He has his own tab. Here are his books:



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BTW Happy Valentine’s Day:  My prize is a pair of halo heart earrings.



HOP, HOP, HOP! for fun and prizes!

1. A Time For Love ~ Casi McLean 2. Spunk & Hunks ~ Anna Durand
3. Mary Morgan 4. Love Potions and Charms ~ Sorchia Dubois
5. He said he wasn’t the romantic kind of guy, but… ~ Peggy Jaeger 6. Love and War ~ Gini Rifkin
7. Sexy Chocolate Cakes ~ Kayden Claremont 8. 50 Great Date Ideas ~ Devon Mckay
9. Hearts Abound ~ Tena Stetler 10. Love Every Day ~ Darlene Fredette
11. Maureen Bonatch 12. Souls Forever Bound ~ Judith Sterling
13. Mysterious Origins of Valentine’s Day ~ Barbara Bettis 14. A Romantic Valentine Dinner ~ Jana Richards
15. Steamy Romance Meets Spooky Suspense ~ Kathryn Knight 16. Book Bling ~ Elizabeth Alsobrooks
17. Sweet Romances ~ Katherine McDermott 18. Historical Heartbeats ~ Brenda B. Taylor
19. Lisa Voisin 20. Idea City ~ Kitsy Clare/Catherine Stine
21. Welcome to the ABA Valentine Hop ~ Linda Nightingale 22. Bridie Hall YA Author ~ Bridie Hall
23. A Time For Love Valentine Blog Hop ~ Amber Daulton 24. ‘Out Of This World’ Romance ~ Hywela Lyn
25. Karen Michelle Nutt 26. Valentine’s Day – A Family Tradition ~ Holland Rae



Her General in Gray Will Be on Pre-order Soon!


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Autumn Hartley purchases Allen Hall at a steal, but the northern lass gets far more than a beautiful plantation in the South Carolina Low Country. The house comes complete with its own ghost, a handsome and charming Civil War General—for the Confederacy. The stage is set for another civil conflict.

John Sibley Allen died in battle from a wound in the back, the bullet fired by the turncoat, Beauregard Dudley. The traitor’s reincarnation is Autumn the Interloper’s first dinner guest. Sib bedevils her date and annoys her with fleeting, phantom touches, certain he can frighten her away as he did previous purchasers. As time marches on, her resident ghost becomes more appealing while her suitor, Beau, pales in comparison. Autumn finds her ability to love didn’t perish in the divorce that sent her south seeking a fresh start.

After over a century in the hereafter, Sib discovers he is falling for none other than the feisty Yankee girl, but what future could a modern woman and an old-fashioned ghost possibly hope for?

From The Wild Rose Press — a Rosette — 93 pages of fun and romance

Katelyn Devereaux Finds Herself in a Mystery


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dreamstime_15864572-original-copy-2-002Hi, my name is Katelyn Devereaux. Maybe you’ve heard of me, or at least my dad’s advertising agency, the Devereaux Agency. I guess I should say my advertising agency, but I’m ahead of myself.

Up until last Thanksgiving, I had a pretty cushy life. I had to parents who loved me, or so I thought. I lived just outside of Denver in a converted barn, and I had a job I loved with clients I worked well with. You see I went to school to be graphic artist, and if I do say so myself, I’m very good at it.

Of course, everything changed when my folks were returning from a post-Thanksgiving trip to California. My dad was a pilot and he was flying his own plane when something went wrong and it crashed. In an instant, I was an orphan, or so I thought. I was also the sole owner of the Devereaux Advertising Agency.

It was around the time of my birthday when I finally went through some of my dad’s papers and learned I was adopted. You heard me right. I was adopted and never knew it. I no sooner found the papers when I got a call from the adoption agency saying my birth family wanted to find me. Well, believe you me, I didn’t want them to find me.

Finally, my friend Katie told me I needed to get away from everything, including the man who wanted to marry me, Martin. Of course, he’s another story. He’s a lot older than me and although I know my dad would approve of him I can’t see myself married to someone who could be my father.

Everything hit the fan when I went to Wisconsin with Katie and met her neighbor, Seth Miller. It wasn’t a great meeting. I was on the dock drawing a picture of a Mallard Duck when he came up the beach and called me by someone else’s name.

I think you get the picture, it was a case of MISTAKEN IDENTITY, but he scared away my duck and I was quite upset about it.

If you want to find out what happened next, please read my story in MISTAKEN IDENTITY by Sherry Derr-Wille and published by CLASS ACT BOOKS.

Thank you for letting me tell you my story.


About the Author:

sherrypic-002Sherry lives in a mid-sized Southern Wisconsin with her husband of 46 years, Bob, whom she deems a saint for putting up with a crazy writer.

With three children, seven grandchildren, more book signings than she can sometimes handle, she puts out four to five books a year and loves writing in her hot pink office.

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Mistaken Identity:

mistaken-identity-002Katelyn Devereaux needs a vacation. More than a vacation, she needs to put Denver behind her as well as the man who wants her as his wife and the birth family who is insisting on finding her.

A secluded cottage on a lake in Wisconsin sounds like the perfect spot to get away—or is it?

Seth Miller knows the reason that he mistook Katelyn for Genean is his knowledge that his best friend’s wife was adopted by strangers at birth. Of course he can’t change the facts that Genean and Katelyn are sisters, especially after he learns that the company she wants to visit in Wisconsin is owned by Genean’s brother, Randy, and her husband, Brad.


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9 Delightful Love Stories for Valentine’s Day

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Life keeps us busy! Planning a webinar takes time. Selling that webinar takes time! Selling our books takes time.Tutoring and editing keep me from having time for much mischief. Cleaning is not happening!

I have no time to read novels I’m not editing, but I can manage to read an occasional short story. Anthologies are wonderful since they contain shorter reads.  When Gilded Dragonfly Books planned an anthology for Valentine’s Day we wanted to write stories with an audience that includes people who might not read typical romances. Some of us chose older heroines and unexpected  couples. We promise a happily ever after in these nine stories in Finding Love’s Magic.

Finding Love’s Magic is the perfect gift for someone you love or for yourself!  In Cupid’s Bow, Georgia anything can happen.  No one knows a goddess lives in the southern town playing matchmaker. Ghosts haunt houses and normal…

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For the Love of Roses

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(Old fashioned rosebud)

The English Tudor Rose is the heraldic floral emblem of England. The red rose was the badge of the House of Lancaster during the English War of the Roses. The badge for the House of York was the white rose. When Henry V11 took the crown of England from Richard 111 in battle, 1485, he ended that particular war. He introduced the Tudor rose, combining a red rose, representing the House of Lancaster, and a white rose, representing the House of York, as a symbol of unity after the English civil wars of the 15th century which later came to be called the Wars of the Roses.

The exact species of the Lancaster’s Red Rose is uncertain, but it’s thought to be Rosa gallica officinalis, also known as the Apothecary’s Rose, possibly the first cultivated rose…

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A Sequel to Love For Sale!


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I wrote a sequel to Love For Sale (The Wild Rose Press) sometime ago, but the editorLoveForSale_w9468_med didn’t particularly like it.  I have since returned to the Black Rose line and my original editor, Callie Lynn Wolfe–Love her!  While Love for a Song sat in my computer, the story started to change in my mind.

The book belongs to  Daniel, a secondary character in Love For Sale. It’s his love story and furthers the world of the androids themselves, introducing new characters–steadily growing as the plot changes in my head.  I also changed the name to Life For Sale. Hopefully, I’ll be ready to send this book to Callie by end of next month.  The original will need a lot of work before it is morphs into my new vision of it. The book will definitely be darker than the original concept, but I think more believable.

Love For Sale was the Paranormal Romance Guild’s Reviewers’ Choice in Sci-Fi Romance in 2015.  You can pick up a copy on Amazon or at The Wild Rose Press website.prg-002

First Contact = Shivery!


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Today, I posted the review of Author Kat Green’s chilling but warming (how is that? Read the book!) novel, First Contact.

first-contact“I don’t read ghost stories, quite frankly because they give me cold shivers. I didn’t exactly sleep with the lights on when I read First Contact, but the book is chilling while at the same time having a lovely love plot woven cleverly through the story. I bought this book because it came highly recommended by a friend who devours books in short order as a must read. From the first time he walked on stage, I was hoping Joshua would get the girl. I’m not going to divulge whether he did or not, but I think you’ll like the characters and enjoy them as much as I did. Sloane, the heroine, stepped off the page into reality (if you can call her chosen profession reality) immediately and kept the pages turning until the end and way too late most nights when I’d surface from the story and realize it was time for bed. Even the ghosts “come alive” and become moving forces in this tale of misguided love and madness. Take a deep breath and jump into First Contact. You’ll finish it in a short time because you can’t stop reading — even if the hair at your napes ripples and a shiver leaps down your spine! I look forward to reading more of Kat Green’s well-plotted and well-written novels. Next!”

I recommend that you take a look at this book. You won’t regret the journey.



white_logo_color_backgroundMary has started a Facebook page for her editing business! Mary will continue to edit for Gilded Dragonfly Books and to build her freelance editing business. She plans to offer webinars in self-editing techniques that can help authors get their projects into the best shape possible before submitting them to publishers or contests or publishing their work themselves. Check here and on Facebook for helpful worksheets, handouts, lists, and plans for workshops and webinars by Mary Marvella Edits.

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