#AuthorToAuthor #TeaserTuesday with R.E. Hargrave

A collection of recipes from 16 authors around the world!
The Crazy Lady Authors aren’t just cooking up plots in their books, they’re also cooking up tasty vittles! Hey, we’re ‘crazy’ about you, so we’re ‘dishing’ our best recipes out in this awesome cookbook. It’s the CLA’s way of helping you serve up outstanding dinners in between reading any one of our published works. We know how easy it is to get lost in the pages. Before you know it, the hours have flown by and it’s time for dinner. The hubby is hollering, the kids are complaining, and even the dog wants treats. We figure it’s all our fault so why not help you maintain peace and harmony in your home by providing this amazing book of easy recipes to keep your clan well-fed? We do, however, stop short of coming to your house to cook it all up for
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#MuseMonday – The Truth in Lies Saga

Story ideas come for a million and one different places, but much like many of my stories, The Truth in Lies Saga started with a song.  The song was A Different Kind of Pain by Cold.  It’s a haunting melody about letting go of someone you love and watching them fall into the arms of someone else.

It was this song that gave McKenzie her heart, her willingness to walk away from Drew if it meant she could give him peace and happiness.  It’s also why Drew couldn’t let her go, because the pain was more than he could bare, more than his past, and a different kind of pain that burned deep in his heart.

A Different Kind of Pain
by Cold

Before I let you go
Give me just one more night to show you
Just how I feel
I lost all my control
If it takes my whole damn life
I’ll make this up to you

Kind of like the waves
That roll their whole life towards somewhere
Crashing on the shore
It’s blown in by the wind
that carries the clouds to hide
My wish on a fallen star

A different kind of pain
Is someone there to hold you?
Is someone there to take you away from me?

I tried to let you go
I wish I could turn back time and show
You just how I feel
I needed you to know
If it takes my whole damn life
I’ll make this up to you

Kind of like the waves
That roll their whole life towards somewhere
Crashing on the shore
It’s blown in by the wind
That carries the clouds to hide
My wish on a fallen star

A different kind of pain
Is someone there to hold you?
Is someone there to take you away from me?

Before you let me go away
Before you let me go
I need you to know

A different kind of pain
Is someone there that to hold you?
Is someone there to take you away from me?

A different kind of pain
It’s a different kind of pain
A different kind of pain

It’s a different kind of pain
It’s a different kind of


Funtime Friday!

It’s summer vacation and I feel like Phineas and Ferb!!  There’s so much to do and we only have so many days to jam it all into.

Tomorrow, because I have to work today, I’m taking my kiddo to see Disney/Pixar’s newest release Inside Out.  This looks like it’s going to be absolutely adorable and right up my alley.  I always claim to be an emotional reader and writer.  This movie is all about our emotions and how they affect our daily lives.


Riley (Kaitlyn Dias) is a happy, hockey-loving 11-year-old Midwestern girl, but her world turns upside-down when she and her parents move to San Francisco. Riley’s emotions — led by Joy (Amy Poehler) — try to guide her through this difficult, life-changing event. However, the stress of the move brings Sadness (Phyllis Smith) to the forefront. When Joy and Sadness are inadvertently swept into the far reaches of Riley’s mind, the only emotions left in Headquarters are Anger, Fear and Disgust.

Safe Sex in Books

I was trolling Facebook the other day and came across a post about safe sex in books.  There was a long (and quite heated) debate on the importance of portraying safe sex in books.  In my mind, and I think many readers will agree with me, in a M/F romance when a condom is not mentioned, I automatically assume there’s a baby about to emerge between the couple.

I realize that authors are not responsible to teach safe sex practices and what we’re writing is fantasy, but c’mon.  Let’s be realistic.  In today’s day and age, a couple, no matter what sexual orientation they are, would use a condom unless they’re in a long-term committed relationship and have either:

1. sought out other birth control methods, or
2. intend on reproducing.

Another argument was that adding a sentence about slipping on a condom slows down the sex scene and takes away from the spirit of the moment.  Bull crap!  It’s one sentence, and if done right, can make the scene even more passionate.  “He rips the foil packet open with his teeth.” Yowza!  “She takes the condom from him, basking in his trembling body as she slips it on him.” NICE!

Personally, I think, no matter the genre, unless we’re talking historical and there’s a fine line on that one, a condom or contraceptive should be a factor in any well written sex scene.  Sure, it might be fantasy, but the fun of fantasy is how close it can toe the line of reality.  We have to make this believable after all.

WIP Wednesday!! – Compass



Compass is a standalone contemporary romance novel about first loves and second chances.  This is outside my usual stuff.  There’s not a lot of angst, but drama is always a must.  Compass is about two old friends reuniting after fifteen years only to discover that not much has changed in regards to their feelings for one another.  Well, almost nothing.  Time has a way of making people grow up and come out of their shells, which is exactly what First Officer Ryan Fisher and Dr. Alexis York will experience.

Here’s a little excerpt from Compass.  Please note, this has not been edited and can (and probably will) be changed in the final production.  Enjoy!!


“Everything all right?” Ryan asked.

“Not really.  I have a passenger who’s about to drive me bonkers.  Ever since you turned off the fasten seatbelt sign…” she trailed off.

“What’s wrong?”

“She wants to speak with you.”

Kix started to unbuckle his seatbelt.  “What about?”

“Not you, Captain.  Fisher.”  She cast a sideways glance to Ryan.

Ryan pushed back.  “Me?”  He poked his own chest and wondered why this woman would want to speak with him.  Not that he minded, but he was second in command.  This wasn’t a commonplace occurrence.  People usually wanted the captain, not the co-pilot.

The stray hair fell back into Makenna’s eyes, only agitating her more.  She thrust her hand through her midnight locks, forcing the hair out of her face.  “Yep.  You.”

Kix laughed, smacking Ryan on the back.  “Good luck, Buddy.  Glad it’s you and not me.”

Ryan winced at the sting of the slap.  “I’ve never had a passenger ask for me before.  They’re usually disappointed to get me instead of the captain.”

Makenna smiled, her over-exaggerated irritation disappeared.  “She wanted me to give this to you.”  As Makenna opened her hand, Ryan leaned over and glanced at the object lying in her palm.  He recognized it immediately.  It was an old, faded red toy compass.  “She said to tell you ‘forever and always’.”

Ryan took the compass and flipped it over between his fingertips, examining it closely.  It was worn with age, the plastic soft to the touch.  As he held the tiny toy in his hand, a huge smile exploded over his face.  This couldn’t be.  It wasn’t possible.  But the evidence was real.  Alexis was here.  On his flight.

“What’s that she gave you?” Kix inquired.

“It’s a compass,” Ryan murmured, his own voice sounding soft and distant to his ears.

“Well, no shit, Sherlock.  I mean what’s it for?”

Ryan flashed Makenna a cocky smirk and turned to Kix.  “A compass,” he began, with sarcasm dripping from his tongue, “is a device used to determine geographic location.  If you didn’t learn that much in flight school, maybe I should be the one flying this bird.”

Kix’s mouth dropped to his chest.  “Smart ass.”

Ryan laughed as he removed his headset.  “Maybe, but I have a passenger to speak with.”  He unbuckled his seatbelt and stood up, moving around Makenna.

“Passenger in D2,” she called out.

Ryan straightened his tie and took a deep breath, making his way out to the main cabin.  He looked around the curtain separating the gully from the cabin, and his heart skipped a beat.

Sitting in seat D2 was his Alexis.  She was looking in a mirror, applying lip gloss.  This was the woman he’d seen in the pictures on Facebook.  Poised, sophisticated, and beautiful.  Her thick brown hair hung straight down her back.  Her lips plump and pink, and her big brown eyes were accentuated with the right amount of eye makeup to make them standout.  She was gorgeous and perfect.  Everything Ryan remembered her to be.

He took a deep breath, stepped around the curtain, and walked over to the row of seats she was sitting in.  Next to her sat an older woman with hair white as snow.  He heard the elderly woman say something to her as he approached, but couldn’t quite make out what it was.

“Excuse me, Miss, but I do believe this is yours,” he greeted, a playful hint to his tone.  He flashed his best smile as she looked up at him from the mirror.  His hand shook, just slightly, as he opened his palm to reveal the toy compass.

The moment their eyes met, time stood still.



Jeanne McDonald is an author, a mother, a wife, a student of knowledge and of life, a coffee addict, a philosophy novice, a pop culture connoisseur, inspired by music, encouraged by words, and a believer in true love.  When she’s not spending time with her family, she can be found reading, writing, enjoying a great film, chatting with friends or diligently working toward her bachelor’s degree in literature.  A proud Texan, Jeanne currently resides in the Dallas/Fort Worth area with her family.

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#AuthorToAuthor #TeaserTuesday with Lisa Bilbrey


Sophie Crenshaw has saved the world by preventing the Angel’s Heart from falling into the hands of Whitley Monroe. Now, she and her fiancé Henry Chang have returned to Austin, Texas, and back to the real world. Or have they?

Having been declared the savior of all mankind, Sophie finds that magic is all
around her. As she struggles to find her way, she’s bombarded by nightly dreams
that have her on edge. Will she be able to keep her sanity while trying to
decipher the meaning behind her visions? Or will an unknown enemy get to her



“It’s always been around me, hasn’t it? I just hadn’t noticed it before the
binds broke.” 
“Probably,” Deva admitted. The silence that filled the air around them
was deafening. Only the sounds of the other patrons enjoying their meals
rattled around them. “Sophie . . .” 
“Don’t worry about me,” she replied, a tremor lacing her words. 
Suddenly, a loud roar of thunder tore through the sky, causing the
windows to shake. The entire pub became silent, and Sophie looked over
at Iona, once again finding her staring.
“I really need to learn to control that.” 
“Eh, it makes things funner, or is it more fun?” Tanner laughed, though
Sophie could hear the void in his laughter. 
 “Yeah, keeps everyone on their toes,” Jonah added, giving her a weak smile. 
Sophie brought her hand up to grip the stone hanging around her neck. “I
suppose it does.”
Obsessive, compulsive, slightly
crazed, but enough about her personality. First and foremost, Lisa Bilbrey is a
mom to three and a wife to one. She loves to write, and spends the majority of

everyday writing. It’s who she is, and what she’s meant to be doing. Words are
her life, the air she breathes, and the nutrients of her soul. Finding a love
in the written word, Lisa Bilbrey started writing as a way to express herself
and let her voice be heard. From the first word she wrote, she’d found her
heart and soul.

Always willing to learn, she’s spends much of her time trying to improve as a storyteller.

#AuthorToAuthor #TeaserTuesday with Sherri Hayes

Welcome to Serpent’s Kiss (Serpent’s Kiss 0.5)

losing her husband unexpectedly, Katrina Mayer decided to open Serpent’s Kiss.
She wanted it to be a place where she and her fellow kinksters could play and
Five years after the doors opened, the club is everything she’d hoped it would
be. On Friday and Saturday nights, Serpent’s Kiss is filled with men and women
who share a similar desire to explore the pleasures BDSM has to offer. The club
has continued to grow, and over the years, many of its members have become
friends.The one thing Katrina didn’t expect when she’d decided to open a club was the
human drama that came with it. Learning to balance her life as the club
mistress has taken some getting used to, but she wouldn’t change a thing.

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“And how is our club mistress this evening?”
She turned to find Daniel, a Dom in his fifties. “Thirsty,
actually. I was heading over to the bar to get something. Care to join me?”
He followed her over and ordered a whisky, neat. She stuck
with water.
They found an empty table not far from the bar and stood
with their drinks.
“So, what’s on your mind?” she asked.
“Ah. You know me too well.”
“Yes, well. . . it’s not often that you seek me out. At
least, not this early in the evening.” She took a sip of her water and waited
for him to talk.
“Have you seen Ali tonight?”
So that was it. Was he the one who’d upset her? If he were,
Katrina had been wrong earlier. Daniel wasn’t the Dom she’d seen Ali eyeing for
the last few weeks. “She and Brandon prepped the club tonight.”
He nodded and took a drink of his whisky. “Something’s
bothering her, but she wouldn’t tell me what. Did she say anything to you?”
“Daniel, you can’t make her tell you something she doesn’t
want to.” Hopefully, he wouldn’t pick up on the fact that she hadn’t answered
his question.
Katrina should have known better.
“So she did talk to you.” He appeared to be lost in thought
for a few moments, and then he leaned in and met her gaze. “Do I need to have a
conversation with someone?”


She guessed that answered her question. If Daniel had been
the one to upset Ali, he wouldn’t be offering to address the situation with the
other party. “No. You don’t. And I think you should let Ali handle it. If she
wants your help, she’ll ask for it.”

Burning For Her Kiss (Serpent’s Kiss #1)


Beth Davenport has no
interest in getting involved with another man for the foreseeable future. To
say her last relationship ended in disaster would be a colossal understatement.
The only reason she agrees to put in an appearance at Serpent’s Kiss, a private
kink club in downtown St. Louis, is because her best friend, Nicole, won’t quit
nagging her. When she walks in the door that night, the last thing she expects
to do is meet a man who will have her reconsidering her ban on men.
As a captain with the St. Louis Fire Department,
Drew Parker is used to being in charge. His crew relies on him to make sure
they know what they’re doing and return home to their families after every
shift. It isn’t, however, what he wants in a relationship. Drew decides to join
Serpent’s Kiss to see if what appeals to him in fantasy is something he wants
to explore in the real world. He’s also hoping that he’ll be lucky enough to
meet a woman with whom he can explore his desires. The night Beth walks into
the club, he is intrigued. Drew has to get to know her better.
After what happened to her, Beth is reluctant to
get involved with Drew. It doesn’t matter that he is sweet and charming. She’s
been burned before and Beth doesn’t think she can survive having her heart
crushed again. Drew, however, won’t take no for an answer. He wants a
relationship and is determined to chip away at her defenses until she relents.
Will she give him a chance, or did her ex leave her with scars too deep to heal?








The bell above the door jingled announcing
another customer, and Beth tried to hurry. Getting behind would only make it
“Hey, B. You have a visitor,” Tommy yelled.
Beth sighed. She hated when he called her that,
but telling him did no good whatsoever. Tommy was twenty-three and felt the
need to give everyone a nickname. She had to admit B was better than the first
nickname he’d come up with for her—Bumble Bee.
Cutting the sandwich in half, Beth placed it
along with chips and a homemade pickle on a plate and brought it out with her
to give to Mr. Keller. “Here you go.”
He smiled back at her and took the sandwich.
“Thank you, dear.”
Beth wiped her hands on her
apron and started
toward the counter where Tommy was chatting with someone. When she saw who it
was, she grinned.
Then Beth noticed the man standing behind
Nicole. Drew Parker.
No. No, no, no, no. This was not supposed to
happen. He wasn’t supposed to be here. He wasn’t supposed to know anything
about her life outside the club . . . the lifestyle.
The only thing that made her feel a little
better was the look on Drew’s face. Clearly, he hadn’t been expecting to see
Beth any more than she’d been expecting to see him.
“Nicole. What are you doing here?” Beth asked
through gritted teeth.
Her friend acted as if nothing were amiss. “We
were working in the area and got hungry. I told Captain Parker and his crew
that I knew of a great place for lunch, so here we are.”
Beth was going to strangle her.



Sherri spent most of her childhood detesting English class. It was one of her least favorite subjects because she never seemed to fit into the standard mold. She wasn’t good at spelling, or following grammar rules, and outlines made her head spin. For that reason, Sherri never imagined becoming an author.
At the age of thirty, all of that changed. After getting frustrated with the direction a television show was taking two of its characters, Sherri decided to try her hand at writing an alternate ending, and give the characters their happily ever after. By the time the story finished, it was one of the top ten read stories on the site, and her readers were encouraging her to write more.
Eight years later, Sherri is the author of nine full-length novels, and two short stories. Writing has become a creative outlet that allows her to explore a wide range of emotions, while having fun taking her characters through all the twists and turns she can create. You can find a current list of all of Sherri’s books and sign up for her monthly newsletter at www.sherrihayesauthor.com
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