I Heart Las Vegas Romance Writers!


I’m thrilled to announce that Please, my tale of dangerous seduction, has been selected as a finalist in the Las Vegas Romance Writers’ I Heart Indie Contest *!

To be fair, at least half of the credit goes to my amazing cover designer, Brandi McCann who was a dream to work with and who whipped up this baby:


Brandi is extremely patient, professional and happy to work with her clients to achieve the specific vision they have for their cover. I can’t recommend, or thank, her enough.

But I did write the blurb. So there’s that. If you’re a regular here, you’ve seen it before. But if not, here it is:

Small-town romance writer Elizabeth Holmes' novels may be hot, but her love life is tepid at best. What else can you expect after fourteen years of marriage to man whose idea of adventure is ordering a new dish at the H

Wouldn’t you like to find out?

Well then, head over to All Romance E-Books where Please is discounted by 50% all this week.  Just 99 cents. You gotta heart that!

*In this contest, genre-specific book clubs judge the front cover and back copy of indie romance novels to determine what readers prefer. Because whether we should or shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, let’s face it. We all do.

The “I” Word

Infidelity is a dirty word for a lot of romance readers. And not the good kind of dirty. The bad kind. Researching potential reviewers for my erotic romance novel, Please, a surprising number of reviewers flatly stated, “No cheating”, in the same way you might say, “No necrophilia” or “No bestiality”. Graphic descriptions of sexual acts with vegetables and other inanimate objects, A-okay, fucking someone you’re not committed to, nuh-uh. What’s that about?

I, on the other hand, am fascinated by infidelity. Sexual attraction is as natural as being human. And we all know that no matter what the fairy-tale says, it doesn’t stop when we find our One and Only. Human beings are, in essence, animals, programmed with the same biological urge to procreate that every single life form on the planet is. Our primal self tells us “More sex! With more people”. But over the millennia, we have found that while more sex with more people makes babies aplenty, it doesn’t always ensure the survival of those babies. And so we’ve developed this idea of fidelity, these rules that we play by to make sure that even if everyone’s not happy, most of us are. So we follow the rules. Except for when we don’t.

What I want to know is, what makes us break the rules?

Infidelity is a topic that I explore from a lot of different angles in Please. First, there’s the question of Elizabeth’s fidelity to her husband. Her marriage may not be perfect, and she is definitely tempted by the attention of the charming and seductive Sebastian, but what does it take to make her cross that line?

And then there’s Sebastian. He has an entirely different idea of fidelity. Even after he declares his love for Elizabeth, he continues to feed his sexual appetite from the buffet. He doesn’t ask her to be sexually faithful to him, either. In fact, he’s turned on when she isn’t. Yet, he believes he loves only her. Do we believe him?

And then there’s Elizabeth’s husband, Steve, who shtups his co-worker in a moment of weakness after months of sexual rejection from his wife. Was his affair justified? Is cheating ever somebody else’s fault?

Some other questions:

Is any relationship immune to infidelity?

Is it possible to be sexually promiscuous yet emotionally faithful?

Can a relationship that starts with cheating end Happily Ever After?

More questions than answers, I’m afraid, but I’d love to hear your thoughts!