Winner of the Raising The Stakes ARC

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Thank you everyone for your birthday wishes and your advice.

I so appreciated your words. I loved reading ALL of your comments, and am still thinking of ways to start water balloon fights with my kids.

The winner of the ARC of Raising The Stakes is… Maggie.

Congrats to you.

This is what she had to say:

Happy birthday!

I think to aid in the feeling young (and I purposefully have not read any other posts, so I apologize if there are any identical twins), you need only to have the ability to look at the little things with appreciation: beautiful sunsets and mild nights, the way your kids look asleep, and of course having great friends to go out with. I highly suggest making an event of a regular girls night (if you don’t already have one) and have different themes each time: movie night, try a new restaurant night, get mani-pedis night, whatever.

I know those help me, so may you feel every young without ever making the same youthful mistakes!

And that would be way #3: remember the mistakes you made when you were young enough to believe you knew everything :)


Maggie, please contact me at:


and we can sort out the prize.

Congrats again,


Newsflash: Erotic Romance Author Keeps Straight Face


Sometimes it’s funny being an erotic romance author. It’s even more interesting when you keep said second job secret from those you work with at the less interesting first job. And it gets very peculiar when noone at said first job seems to have a mind that works quite like that of an erotic romance author’s (which is to say they don’t work blue).

For example: conversation had at work involving someone in fairly high level position:

Someone else: Hey boss, what did you get your wife for her birthday?  

Boss (with perfectly straight face): A pearl necklace  

Sami: Utter silence. Too busy trying not to choke on birthday morning tea goodies behind concealing hand.

Someone else (no appearance of detecting possible double meaning of boss’s response): A black one or a white one?

Sami: Literally unable to breathe at this point. Pretends great interest in nearby bulletin board and exotic brand of French Onion dip.

Boss: A white one! I’ve never seen a black one.

Someone else: The white ones are the most common ones.

(No kidding)

Sami: manages to swallow French Onion dip laden rice cracker and exit room before smile becomes too obvious.

Later that week Boss (a different boss this time), started talking about how hard it was to get up in his manhole. Dear Lord. If they knew Sami was currently writing scenes involving two firefighters who were leaning toward some bisexual experimentation her workmates would quite possibly choke on their lattes.

Then, to top it all off, Boss, Sami and third party were discussing upcoming roster. Boss said to third party he could start his shift early so he could be home in time for dinner. “You can go home, get undressed and spend some time with your wife.”

Oh yep, the coffee came back out Sami’s nose. She was soundly scolded by boss for taking things the wrong way. Sami insisted there was really only one way to take ‘get undressed and spend some time with your wife’. It is very different from saying ‘get changed and spend some time with your wife’.  (You see how every word choice makes a difference?) Nonetheless the admonishment stood. Sami silently admonishes boss’s weak sense of humour.

I so don’t want these people to find out what I do for a second job.


A birthday present for you


(Note from Jess on the 16th of Oct: Haven’t forgotten about the contest. Will select a winner tomorrow: Sunday)

Yep, it’s my birthday today.

I’m 41.

No, there’s no way to escape it, and yes it makes me feel very, very sad. (Well, except maybe for the thought of presents, which makes me feel lots happier.)

So, how should I celebrate?

Well, that’s an easy one. By giving you a present.

I haven’t had a release of a new book in a looooong time. Which is why I am so excited about my December release of Raising The Stakes.

So excited, I thought I’d give away an ARC to one lucky reader. Anyone interested?

All you need to do is leave a comment on one of two blogs. This one, or International Heat. (I’m feeling a little lazy, so I’m posting identical blogs.)

So what should you comment about? Easy. I’m looking for advice on how to feel younger. And buh-lieve me, I am open to any options. Any.

Be as creative as you like, as fun as you like, as honest as you like.

One lucky winner will receive the ARC of Raising The Stakes.

Now there’s one little problem.

I haven’t yet received my cover art for the book (coz I’m fussy and cover artist Scott Carpenter is probably ready to ring my neck around now.) So the prize winner might have to wait a couple weeks before receiving the ARC. Unless you’re happy to take it coverless, then you can have it ASAP.

Not sure if you want to win it?

Well, have a read through the blurb, and you can decide for yourself.


Play out the hand her way…or fold?

Three of a Kind, Book 2 (The sequel to Going All In)

After four years, Megan Loxley has given up waiting for her best friend, Desmond Reed, to realize she loves him. It’s time to move on. When Des introduces her to his poker buddy, Alex Truman, the instantaneous sparks that flare between them signal her life is about to change forever.

Des could kick himself. How could he have failed to notice the perfect woman was by his side all this time? Now it’s too damn late. And her innocent prodding about why he’s suddenly so distant is only making his hunger for her worse. Then she gets one step too close—and his self-restraint snaps.

Stunned, bewildered, furious, Meg can’t help but respond to the kisses for which she waited so long. God help her, she loves Des. And Alex, too. Immeasurably. Now what?

It may make her the greediest woman alive, but she’s determined to win the next hand— even if she has to change the game a little. First step: state her wildly sexy proposition in a language both men will understand…and hope they’ll stick around and play by her rules.

Warning: If you’re looking for a cool game of poker, you won’t find it here. This novella is so hot the cards are still smoking. The heroine may be new to the game, but she knows exactly how to play her two kings.

Good luck!


Oops! I forgot to blog.

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Where has the week gone? I swear it’s still Monday! Anyway, cause I’m slack you guys thought they come over and give me a hand. *grin*

Oh! My! God! Is it hot in here?

Turned On By A Car? You Betcha.


Today, I got to do something pretty bloody amazing. Awesome, in fact. But before I tell you what it was, let me give you a little background info on me.

I’m a bit of a car freak. What I mean to say is, I love cars. Particularly fast cars. As I grew, I began to develop a keen sense of the sexual nature of cars. There were some cars that just made the pit of my belly…tight. The first car to do so was the green E-Type Jag my Dad’s best friend had sitting in his garage. Then there was the Ferrari from Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.

It wasn’t until I was old enough to understand what was going on that I realised the sexual attraction of the humble automobile. I mean, really, isn’t this sexy?

Growing up in the country, I drove tractors a lot (I drove my first tractor at eight) but my parents, the sane people they are, wouldn’t let me get behind the wheel of the family car – a V8 Holden Commadore (similar to a Chevy saloon for the US visitors) – because they knew what would happen. My dad rode a motorbike, a massive Yamaha 1500, and that was also off-limits. The first car I was allowed to drive was a 1983 clapped-out 3-cylinder Diahatsu Charade.

I loved that car. It was so slow it couldn’t get out of its own way, it was a faded canary yellow, it had a baby-poo brown interior and a wonky left turn indicator that only worked when the car thought I should be turning left, not when I actually was turning left, but I loved it all the same. The trouble was, it didn’t go fast. And it didn’t sound fast. And it sure as hell didn’t look sexy.

I’m not sure when it was I first started my obsession with Audis. I was still young enough to be silly but old enough to appreciate how expensive they were. I’ve driven more than one awesome automobile in my time since becoming a “grown up” (Volvo XC90, Suburu WRX Sti, WV Golf GTI to name a few) but there’s always been something about Audis that gets me. In that low place in my belly that usually only response to other types of stimuli.

Today, I discovered one really really can be turned on by a car. Today, I got to drive an Audi R8 Spyder.

For those of you who don’t know what an Audi R8 Spyder is, here you go.

Because my husband is awesome (and because some other people think he’s awesome too), I got to spend most of today driving behind the wheel of a 2010 Audi R8 Spyder. This is the car Robert Downey Jnr drove in Iron Man 2.

I don’t have Tony Stark’s money (nor does my husband, damn it *grin*) but for a while today, I got to pretend I did. And during the hours I spent behind the wheel of a $400,000 AU super-car, I realised that it is possible to be turned on by a car. Honestly. And honestly, I don’t think I stopped grinning the whole time I was driving (or maybe it was the way the engine vibrated through the car? LOL Kidding! *grin*)

Anyway, so, the question I ask you now is what car, if any, turns you on the most? (Or am I the only weird chick who thinks cars are sexy?)



Say Cheese, Lexxie!


Now, I’m going to watch Iron Man 2 again. Just so I can say “hey, I’ve driven one of those!” when he pulls up in his Audi R8 (Yes, I truly am that lame *grin*)

The Aussie Invasion

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Two of us Divas have had a book released in print this week. Yep, that’s right, it’s an Aussie invasion.

First, the luscious Lexxie has ‘birthed’ her sci-fi/futuristic fantasy romance (man what a mouthful!) The Sun Sword. I can’t believe how gorgeous this cover is.

Lexxie says this book was loathed by some reviewers, but I can’t see how anyone could loathe anything about Lexxie! She’s a dynamite chick who can simply do no wrong as far as I’m concerned. Here’s the blurb for The Sun Sword:

She has the power to bring new life…or utterly destroy it.

Torin Kerridon, the last warrior from an ancient order, is drawn to an abandoned, dying Earth, where he finds a forgotten young woman. A woman forged by the Immortals to wield the ultimate weapon—the Sun Sword. A woman capable of commanding the power of the suns. A woman with no past and no memory, the body of an angel and the spirit of a demon. He will train her. Prepare her.

Hunted all her life, Kala Rei has endured more than one woman should. Sheer grit, and a dangerous skill with a lead pipe, are the key to her survival. But nothing threatens her sense of safety more than dominance-oozing Torin. He wants her, but not for what’s between her legs. For what he believes her to be—some ludicrous savior from some absurd prophecy. No matter…his offer to take her away from Earth is too good to refuse.

But when a savage desire begins to burn between them, both Torin and Kala are in danger—and so are the worlds of man.

You can buy The Sun Sword from all the usual places, the links are all here on Lexxie’s site. If you’re too lazy to go there, go straight to MbaM. Now now now!

And now for something completely different.

My contemporary erotic romance, Sunset Knight is finally available in print as well. Aint it beautiful? (Warning: Gratuitous cover shot ahead)

Brody Nash is, so far, my absolute favourite creation. Don’t know where he came from really, but Rhian Cahill and I fight over him all the time. She’s deluding herself of course. He’s MY creation, so if he does miraculously materialize out of thin air, I GET DIBBS. Oh, and hubby already knows he’d have to learn to share (hwaaaaaa… is that how you do the evil laugh?).

Here’s the blurb:

Good things come to those who dare…

Lana Green is looking for a lover. At twenty-three, she’s more than ready to shed her shyness and shake up the status quo. Lucky her, the aloof bad boy she’s always wanted to shake it with, Brody Nash, is back in town. Too bad he barely knows she’s alive. Then an unexpected kiss makes her think her days of lusting from a distance are over. Despite the fact she’s no femme fatale and has zero clue how to seduce a man, she sets out to do exactly that.

Brody hardly recognizes the alluring woman as the same gawky computer geek he left in Graceville six months ago. Lana has him spellbound, but his temporary stay in town is strictly business—running his friend’s restaurant while the man’s on his honeymoon. Brody doesn’t do relationships, and he doesn’t do permanent. But when he finds her asleep on his boat, he can’t keep his hands, or any other part of his anatomy, to himself.

Things get complicated when he discovers what he thought was a casual sexual encounter has just cured her of the one thing she wanted to get rid of—her virginity.

I don’t have the myriad buy links on my website that Lexxie has, only the MbaM one. Must get on to that. You can buy it from all the usual romance friendly places, including The Book Depository and Amazon.

So please do! (buy one of these lovely books that is) Help a couple of struggling writers out yeah?

Have a great weekend all,



Heading to New Zealand

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If you’re thinking I wrote this post today (Thursday), you’d be wrong.

Nope, I had to write it on Tuesday and set it to post on Thursday, because we’re off on holiday tomorrow, so I won’t be around to fulfill my weekly blog duty.

I’m really excited. We’re going to New Zealand for five days.

Yep, it’s quick, but we had a function in Auckland we couldn’t miss, and we figured we’d spread our time there out a bit, and go visit Rotorua.

Rotowhatta? I hear you saying. Don’t worry. I said that too.

It’s a city about 3 hours drive south of Auckland, famous for it’s hot, natural springs that arose as a result of its volcanic background. It’s home to boiling mud pools, crater lakes and sulphur vents.

Uh, yeah, I hesitated too at the mention of the word sulphur, but apparently the smell isn’t that bad, and the place is worth visiting even with the, er, aromatic backdrop.

Wanna see some pics?

Here you go:

(This is the city of Rotorua)

(One of the natural geysers)

(Bubbling mud pool)

(Ah, this pic. I added it coz that’s one of the activities we’re planning on doing there. Jet boating. Cool huh?)

Now, wanna know what I’m not looking so forward to? Two things:

1) Hubby thought it would be a good idea to leave Sydney as early as possible, to get in a full first day sight seeing. So he booked our flight to Auckland at 6.15am. Which means we have to be at the airport at 4.15am. With two kids. Grumpy-in-the-morning-type kids. Hellllooooooo? What was he thinking?

2) We’re going swimming in the hot springs. Yes, I’m looking forward to that. It’s putting on my cozzie (swimsuit, bathers, swimmers –  for the none Aussies/South Africans around) that is freaking me out. It’s been a long, food filled winter…

Ah, but I won’t complain. After all, how many of you get to your toes in hot springs in New Zealand tomorrow?

Forgive me if I don’t respond to any comments immediately. I’ll be on holiday.



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