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Yes! Summertime at The Resort has been released!

The much anticipated final installment of The Resort series is here!

In the last Resort book, Allison and Carter are broken up, for real this time. Allison’s moved back to her apartment above the ice cream parlor and she quit her job as his office assistant. She’s ready to venture out on her own, to figure out life…without Carter.

Then her grandmother dies, and in her will, she leaves the ice cream parlor to Allison. It’s the perfect distraction while she tries to get over the love of her life.

Unfortunately, it doesn’t take her long to figure out that someone’s selling drugs out of her ice cream parlor, and when she cuts the business off at the knees, well, that’s when the real trouble starts.

Trouble, in the form of handsome detective Dan McIntyre, who sees no reason whatsoever that he should deny his attraction to Allison, now that she and Carter are through.

The way Allison sees it, she has three choices: Carter, Dan or alone. Which will she choose? Check out the preview, then click the link at the bottom to find out!

The Resort 5 Nook

Chapter One


Saturday morning I lay in bed, thinking about the last few weeks of my relationship with Carter. Again. I was officially sick of thinking about it, but I couldn’t seem to stop.

I dragged myself out of bed and threw on a sports bra, tank top and a pair of running shorts, completing the outfit with a pink Dallas Cowboys baseball cap. When I glanced in the mirror, I almost took off the hat just because Carter gave it to me, but I didn’t have anything better with which to cover my unwashed bed head, so I reluctantly left it where it was.

I tucked the fancy new phone Carter bought me into my pocket, stuck ear buds in my ears and cranked up Nonpoint, hoping the head banging hard rock would make me forget the memories from the past few weeks. A pair of sunglasses perched on my nose and I was ready to go, leaving my apartment and deliberately not locking the door, because I knew it would irritate Carter if he knew.

He hated the fact that I considered locking doors completely unnecessary. We reside in a tiny town comprised of five hundred residents, all of whom love gossip nearly as much as they love hanging out on the lake in the summertime. If someone actually stole something of mine, I’d simply listen to the grapevine to hear who did it and then go to his or her house and take it back.

As I jogged, I thought about Carter. Then I reminded myself that Carter and I were broken up and therefore I should stop thinking about him.

Which didn’t stop me from thinking about him.

This might have something to do with the fact that this time, it was for real.

I swear.

I even moved back into my tiny apartment over the ice cream store. Luckily, Grandma hadn’t decided to rent it to someone else over the course of the last ten months. I think she’s just used to not getting a rent check, since she’s let me live there for free pretty much my entire adult life, save the ten months I lived with Carter.

Moving back was one of the hardest decisions I’ve ever made. I’ve lived with Carter since last August, and while we have certainly had our moments, it has never been as bad as this.

Another jogger came up behind me, caught up and started keeping pace. I glanced over, saw Carter’s masculine form, all those sleek, hard muscles shifting and moving as he effortlessly jogged along next to me, and I stumbled and nearly fell into the river that was meandering along next to us.

Carter caught me and pulled me tight against his body, and I went limp for a moment, savoring the warmth and muscles and everything I’ve missed so desperately for the last week and a half.

“Are you okay?” Carter’s voice, laced with amusement, brought me back to my senses.

Carter generally found almost everything about me amusing. It used to annoy me, and then I’d just gotten used to it, but now that we were broken up, it annoyed me again.

I pushed away from him and pulled the ear buds out of my ears. “I’m fine. Stumbled over a rock.”

“You look good, Allison.”

The compliment had me sucking in air and rethinking the breakup. Just like that. I hated the hold Carter had on me, even as I felt powerless against it.

“Thanks,” I said, trying to sound indifferent. I’m sure I failed miserably.

“My house is right here. Want a bottle of water for the road?”

I didn’t realize I’d jogged right into his yard. Or maybe it was subconscious, because as soon as we stepped inside the sliding glass door of his bedroom, he reached over, tucked a lock of hair behind my ear and I fisted my hands in his shirt and pulled him towards me so I could suck on his face.

Whether he expected that reaction or not, I have no idea. All I knew was forty-five seconds later, I was flat on my back on his bed, naked, my legs wrapped around Carter’s waist, my arms clinging to his back, as he buried his face in my hair and pounded into me with the desperation of a man who hadn’t had sex in, well, a week and a half.

Fifteen minutes later, we lay side by side on our backs, lengthwise across Carter’s bed, on top of the comforter, naked and gasping for breath.

“Crap, why did we just do that?”

“Because it felt good?” Leave it to Carter to sound reasonable after mind-blowing sex that never should have happened in the first place.

“Besides that. There are lots of things that feel good but it doesn’t mean you should indulge in them. We aren’t together anymore. We shouldn’t do this.”

Carter rolled onto his side and propped his head in his hand. “About that. Why are we broken up again?”

“Because you think I should dress like a woman from the eighteenth century just because we’re dating.”

“I know that’s not the reason, because if it is, it’s a stupid reason and you should move back in.”

“You completely flipped out over the bikini I wore when we took the boat to the sandbar on Memorial Day.”

“That bikini doesn’t even have as much material as your underwear. But that aside, I cannot believe my reaction to that ridiculous excuse for a bikini is really the issue here.”

I stared at the ceiling fan as it slowly twisted round and round. “You’ve changed. You’re … on edge all the time. Agitated. Frustrated. More emotional. You snap at me as if I have a stalker or a serial killer after me, and nothing of the sort has happened to me in months.”

“Something for which I am eternally grateful.”

“So why won’t you tell me what’s going on?”

He hesitated. His face closed off. His eyes shifted to smoky gray. If he was about to divulge anything at all, I knew it would not be the truth, or at least enough of it to make me happy. To mend our relationship.

“It’s complicated.”


“Just bear with me, Allison. I just need a few more weeks. I promise, it will all make sense soon.”

It didn’t make sense now. Just like it hadn’t since Memorial Day, when he went off the deep end, practically unprovoked, and hadn’t quite managed to climb back up the cliff since. I sat up.

“Okay, I think it’s time for me to go. It’s been fun. Probably we should avoid doing this in the future.” I walked around the bedroom, snagging articles of clothing and returning them to their rightful places on my body.

“I don’t want to avoid doing this in the future. I want to do it again in about thirty minutes.”

I forced myself not to look at his still-naked form, because I knew Mr. Happy was very likely still happy to see me. I knew from personal experience that Carter would indeed be ready for round two in very short order. But I wasn’t.

Okay, I was, but I won’t.

“The last week and a half has felt like a year.” His words ripped a hole in my heart. Why, if we were both so in love with one another, were we so at odds?

“What’s your deal with my red bikini anyway? I thought you liked it when I looked sexy.”

“It’s entirely possible to look sexy with clothing covering all the important parts. I swear, I could see your areola, and your breasts aren’t even that big.”

I glared at him as I jerked my sports bra down to cover those not-so-big breasts. “You’re a hypocrite. And an insensitive jerk. So if my boobs were bigger, it would be okay to wear that bikini?”

“Quit putting words into my mouth, Allison.”

Carter was quickly getting worked up, which was, in truth, the real catalyst for our breakup. The only time Carter got worked up was when I was in danger. Like I just told him, I hadn’t been in a dangerous situation in months. So why had his personality changed so radically in the past month or so?

I turned away from the sight of him, naked and spent, yet ready for round two, as his eyes darkened from anger, not lust. “I have to go.”

I tugged the baseball cap onto my head and left through the sliding glass door, speed walking the six blocks back to my apartment.

After I took a shower, I dressed in a clean pair of gym shorts and a fitted white t-shirt and called my best friend, Bree Jefferson.

Bree and I met at the same time I met Carter. At the time, his company, J&J Securities, had been protecting her from someone who was trying to kill her, and I kept getting in the killer’s way. Somehow over the course of the past ten months, we’d become nearly inseparable friends. Until just recently, anyway.

“Hey, Allison,” Bree said when she answered the phone.

Shortly after Carter began having his odd mood swings, Bree suddenly became distant. Not a lot, and if we weren’t best friends I might not have even noticed, but we were, and I did.

We weren’t talking nearly as much and we hadn’t done anything together in weeks. When I finally made the decision to move out of Carter’s house, I had a moment of paralyzing fear when I thought the two of them were having an affair.

I immediately called Bree, already crying, and she’d snorted and told me I was crazy because I knew damn well she wouldn’t be able to put up with Carter’s possessiveness for more than thirteen seconds, and that wasn’t nearly long enough for her to get her jollies out of the experience. Although, she said in typical Bree fashion, she’s always been curious about how he was between the sheets. Even though we were no longer a couple, I begged Bree not to make moves on him for at least five years and she assured me she wouldn’t.

“Are you busy?” I asked.

“A little, why?”

“Just looking for someone to hang out with.” I sounded whiny, I know, but I really could use my best friend right now.

“Still haven’t made up with Carter?”

“Nope. Although we sort of fell into bed together this morning.”

“And why didn’t you stay there?” 

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Release date: June 30, 2014
Naked TruthJack is an FBI agent, a playboy, a man who is happy tasting the flavor of the month and not staying for breakfast. He’s perfectly content with his life and has no interest in finding his happily ever after. So when he is attracted to Kennedy at his partner’s wedding, he naturally takes the opportunity to seduce her. Now it’s time to focus on the next good-looking woman who comes along, right?

Ah, you don’t always get what you expect.

Kennedy was burned by her ex-husband—badly. She told everyone he cheated on her, because the truth—that he stole all of her money before disappearing out of her life—is far more embarrassing. For the last three years she’s struggled to pay off her debt, ignoring her libido and refusing to consider allowing another man to get close.

A one-night stand with Jack is the perfect way to break her sexual fast—until she discovers that he’s pouring her morning coffee and frying bacon.

While Jack goes undercover at a male strip club, the two begin an affair that distracts him from his job and puts their hearts—and Kennedy’s life—in danger. Now there’s only one way Jack can stop this killer, and it involves making that declaration they both swore they didn’t want.

by Tami Lund

Romantic Suspense
Sensuality Level: Sensual

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Tami Lund likes to live, love and laugh, and does her best to ensure the characters in her books do the same. After they’ve overcome a few seemingly insurmountable obstacles, of course. Find Tami at www.tamilund.com, on Facebook, and on Twitter @TamiLundAuthor.

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Today I hand over the reins of this blog to Houston Havens, author of thirteen books and an award winning blog of her own (http://houstonhavens.wordpress.co). One of those books is the hot, hot, hot Sinful Surrender,  first in the Psychic Menage series. Enjoy the description, a short excerpt and the author’s bio, and don’t forget to click on the links below to purchase your own copy.


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Houston Havens – Sinful Surrender (Psychic Menage #1)

A multi-genre story: Paranormal Romance, Sci-Fi Romance, Fantasy Romance, Futuristic Menage (MFMM), Dystopian, Post Apocalyptic, Light BDSM, and Psychics.

Why be tempted by one man’s seduction when you can be loved by three?

Top psychic spy Fay Avalon saw too much on her latest mind traveling mission and is now on the run from her post-catastrophic dystopian government, searching for the truth and proof. She escapes but is shot down, landing in the arms of the enemy.

In Drakker and Arlo’s world, women are so rare the men have accepted a polyandrous lifestyle. When the brothers stumble upon Fay unconscious in the wreckage of an aircraft, they are immediately attracted to her. Arlo wants to keep her, but Drakker knows they can’t. They must take her to their brother Logan Abán, leader of their people.

Logan struggles with trusting anyone, even himself. When a beautiful, intelligent, and intriguing woman falls into their laps, his denied desires for intimacy challenge his need to trust the spy. He’s frustrated by romantic Arlo’s claims of her innocence. Even when pragmatic and dominating Drakker defends her as well, Logan refuses to trust his gut.

Can one woman satisfy the diverse desires of three men? Will Logan’s fears be realized by betrayal? Is Fay to be sentenced to death as a spy, suffer a fate worse than death by being returned to her government as a traitor, or will she find a new life and love as the wife of three sexy brothers?


Logan gave a thumbs-up then said to Fay, “When I want to get things done fast, I’ll have to remember to get you jealous.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Somehow you managed to get results none of us could. We’ve been stuck here for what seems like forever. Every day we asked to leave and got rejected for one reason or another. Then your sweet violet eyes turn green with envy because of the attention I gave that young woman, and the next thing I know, we’re out of here.”

“I wasn’t jealous. And she wasn’t a woman. She was a girl.”

“She was a woman and very familiar with the ways of men.”

“She was a tart and tease.”

“Darlin’, I hate to inform you, but the little lady was no tease. She was as hungry as a mountain lion, and I was going to be her main course until you stepped in.”

“Really? Well, I’m sorry I interrupted.”

“No you aren’t.” Logan smirked. “You were jealous.”

“I was not!”

“Come on, admit it. You’re not as indifferent to me as you claim, are you?”

“What?” Fay groaned with her attempt to turn around to see his face, but found it impossible harnessed the way she was.

Chandra finished getting Arlo strapped in and shouted, “Are you two finished scraping?” She motioned for Logan to push the red button. “Let’s go!”

As he reached for his button, Chandra’s sail filled with wind, and off she flew across the dirt with them in her wake.

“I’ll have you know,” Fay hollered so he could hear her above the wind rushing past their ears, “I don’t care if the girl was flirting with you or not.”

“Really? Then why did you force your way between us and shoo her out? I think you like me. Might even adore me.”

“Abhor you, did you say? Yes, you might be right.”

“I said adore. And you do. You just don’t know it yet.”

“Adore?” Fay gave a dramatic gasp and stretching her arms up toward the heavens and then addressed God. “Please, if what he says is true…get me to a psychiatrist. I’ve gone mad.”

He laughed. “Mad with desire for me. That’s why you’re jealous.”

“I’m not jealous! The damn girl had my breakfast on your tray. An-and while I really don’t care that she wanted to play peekaboo with you, she was holding my food hostage while you played boobie-gazer for an hour.”

He laughed again. “Your exaggeration of my two-second look tells me you were jealous. And I think it’s because you adore me.”

Fay lifted her head and let it fall back with force, smacking him in the center of his chest. He exhaled hard at her hit. He gasped, trying to catch his breath. “Are you crazy?”

“I don’t know, but I do know I’m not jealous,” she lied.

“I could have lost control of this damn thing.” He tapped her hard on the top of her head to make his point heard.

“Ouch,” Fay mumbled. “Like you almost lost control with that girl?”

“Lost control? Hardly.” Logan snorted. “I can’t even tell you what she looked like.”

“I’m sure you’d recognize her breasts. You got a good look at those.”

“Not really. I was too busy watching you with my peripheral vision to notice what was in front of me. I wouldn’t know the girl or her breasts if I passed her or them on the street. There was only one thing I was eyeing, and that was you.”

“Oh, God. You’re so full of it.”

“I think you find me irresistible, sexy, and adorable.” He emphasized the last three words with a firm tap on the top of her head.

She swatted at the air in hopes of hitting his hand to make him stop rapping at her brain. “It’s more than obvious, you need a psychiatrist even more than me.”

“Well, if you’re not jealous, why did you react the way you did?”

“Because…because I care about Drakker and Arlo. I wouldn’t want them to end up with a wife who’s a tart.”

“Oh. So a tart’s fine for me, but not for them?”

“I-I didn’t say that.”

“Yes, you did.” He sounded hurt. “And for your information, if we crash at this speed, we’ll both be dead. So don’t hit me with your head like that again.”

She’d squelched his talk about jealousy, but something about the victory wasn’t satisfying. She couldn’t deny he’d secretly become her hero the night he carried her to safety. Whenever she woke during that long ordeal, never once did she hear him complain. Never once did he ask someone else to hold her. Never once did he give up on her for his own safety.


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Houston Havens retired from a successful modeling career and an adventurous jet-set lifestyle to set the world on fire with her erotic romance books. A tenacious Irish lass, she strives to entertain with seductive stories created from her decadent imagination and traces of a provocative lifestyle she may or may not admit to.

Her interest in the paranormal, fascination with quantum science, passion with myths, and the lure of her mysterious Celtic Irish-Druid bloodlines are combined with generally unknown truths, strange facts, and questionable fiction. Her novels reflect a mix of the past, present, and future, with sexy blends of futuristic science fiction, paranormal fantasy, western romance, and always love everlasting. An author of six romances, a seven book erotic romance series, and numerous articles in literary magazines, she has two award winning blogs. Stop by for a visit and leave a comment at http://houstonhavens.wordpress.com


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They were supposed to be enemies, not lovers.

Tanner Lyons is a shifter without a pack, which is just the way he likes it—until he rescues Olivia Bennett, princess of the lightbearers. Suddenly, he finds himself fighting an attraction that makes no sense, because lightbearers and shifters have been mortal enemies since the beginning of time.


Chapter One

They found him in a no-name bar in a no-name town, playing pool and getting hustled by a human. Tanner spared a moment to determine he would rather continue to be hustled out of his hard earned cash than to talk with the two shifters who stood at the other end of the pool table.

He bent at the waist to take his shot, brushing an errant lock of hair out of his face as he did so. The redheaded woman in the pink shirt and blue jean mini that barely covered her ass noticed the gesture. He wondered how fast he could get rid of the two reminders of a life he’d left behind ten years ago, so he could make a move on the human.

Tanner took his time taking his shot, partially as an excuse to size up the intruders on his shifter-less life. Finnegan Hennigan, coppery hair, pale blue eyes, same age as Tanner, arguably the best tracker in Tanner’s former pack—if not the country. Not surprising they’d found him, with Finn assigned to the task.

The other one was Mickey Rollins, dark hair, dark eyes, a young punk who couldn’t be more than twenty, was probably more like seventeen or eighteen. Tanner remembered him as one of the many in the pack who idolized the pack leader and everything he stood for.

“Your father sent us,” Mickey said when Tanner made no move to acknowledge their presence.

Tanner did not take his eyes off the pool table. “There’s a shadow on the table,” he commented in a gravelly voice that was rough as sandpaper from lack of use. Tanner didn’t talk much. He didn’t have anyone in his life worth talking to.

Mickey scowled, but obligingly shuffled to the side. Finn smirked. Tanner took his shot, a sloppy one that nonetheless landed in the corner pocket. His human opponent nodded his approval and offered a word of advice for the next time he had the same opportunity. Mickey looked enraged that the human was even speaking to Tanner, let alone offering him advice on playing pool.

“He wants to see you, Tanner.” Mickey tried again to pull Tanner’s attention.

“I don’t give a fuck what that bastard wants.” He took another shot and succeeded in pocketing the cue ball.

“He captured a lightbearer.”

Tanner didn’t even lift an eyebrow. “Again? You know, Wyoming doesn’t have a very large human population to begin with. At the rate my father is going, he’s going to wipe them out.”

“It’s for real this time,” Mickey assured him. He glanced at the human pool player, who appeared oblivious to their conversation as he proceeded to run the table.

It’s always “for real this time.”

“Quentin Lyons rules the most powerful shifter pack in the country. He has everything a shifter would want. Why the fuck does he keep wasting his time chasing myths?”

He even had women, any and all the women he could possibly want, Tanner thought ruefully as he eyed the redhead again. Unlike Quentin, Tanner sometimes had to work to attract a warm, willing body into his bed. At a young age, Tanner had become aware that Quentin made a habit of sleeping around, despite having been mated to Tanner’s mother for nearly forty years. Shifters may mate for life, but in Quentin’s world, that didn’t mean they had to stay faithful for life.

Another reason to despise the man.

“It’s not a myth,” Mickey insisted. His eyes darted to Tanner’s human opponent. Discussing business associated with the magical world was strictly off-limits in front of humans, and Tanner knew it was making Mickey nervous that he didn’t seem concerned that the human had overheard any part of their conversation.

“No one can inherit magic from anyone,” Tanner replied, deliberately speaking at a normal level. The human could hear their conversation, Tanner well knew. The thing about humans, he’d learned, was that they only heard what they wanted to hear.

“Quentin says it’s true,” Mickey stubbornly pressed on.

“So that makes it true?” Tanner said with sour amusement in his voice.

“Yes.” Mickey insisted, absolutely convinced.

Finn stood with his back against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, observing the interaction but offering no opinion. Tanner wondered if he even had an opinion on the subject, or if he followed blindly like all the rest in Quentin’s pack.

“Tell him I’m not interested in his stupid obsession,” Tanner suggested without looking at the messengers. He didn’t want them to see the guilt in his eyes. All three knew that if Tanner didn’t go back to the pack with Mickey and Finn, Quentin would take out his wrath on the messengers. It had happened plenty of times over the course of the last ten years. Every time they found him.

Time to move again.

Mickey shoved his hand into the front pocket of his jeans and pulled out a scrap of material. It was white with silver and gold thread woven into the material. He thrust the scrap at Tanner. “It’s true,” he insisted. “Feel this. You can still feel her magic.”

The human won the game and Tanner pulled two twenties out of his wallet. “Why don’t you go get us all a round?” he suggested. He wasn’t surprised when the human nodded his head and did Tanner’s bidding. Whether he wanted to acknowledge it or not, he was a natural born leader. Future pack master.

No. I made my choice. I chose to live by my own rules, not his.

He noticed that the redhead lost interest and moved away from the pool table, probably because none of the men in the pool area were paying her any attention. Not all my choices are my own, he thought with disappointment, as her swinging ass disappeared around the corner.

Tanner pulled his eyes away from the sight and studied the scrap of material. In truth, he could feel … something without even touching the stuff. But it had to be a trick of some sort. There were plenty of other magical beings in the universe. Not many that lived in the human world, though. Only the shifters claimed that right. Everybody else had their own worlds in which to live.

“Descendants of the fae,” Mickey said in an excited voice, reciting what they’d all learned as younglings, crouched around Quentin’s knee as he expounded about his obsession. “They moved to our world to get away from the fae, who were so obsessed with them that they wanted to enslave the entire race.”

“I sense a theme here,” Tanner drawled.

Mickey flushed and angrily pressed on. “Their magic is renewable. Everybody knows it.”

“Yeah, I get that they got their magic from the sun,” Tanner acknowledged. He eyed the scrap of material in Mickey’s hand. “But no one has seen a trace of lightbearers in over five hundred years. Somebody wiped them out. Probably our kind, trying to inherit their magic.”

“Probably our kind eating them for dinner,” Finn contributed to the conversation for the first time. “Back then we were slightly more primal.”

“Slightly,” Tanner remarked tongue-in-cheek. Finn smirked. Tanner recalled how they used to hang out together as kids. They’d shifted for the first time together. Now, Finn was Quentin’s best tracker and Tanner was doing his best to avoid getting sucked back into the pack. Time and change and all that.

“If a shifter kills a lightbearer, he’ll inherit its magic.” Mickey refused to give up on Quentin’s obsession.

Considering the only magic a shifter possessed was the ability to change forms at will, it was a heady idea to be able to steal another creature’s magic. Especially for one who considered himself to be the top of the food chain, even without much magic.

“Touch it,” Mickey demanded as he waved the bit of material in Tanner’s face.

Tanner batted at the material, if only to push it away. His fingers skimmed the surface. A jolt shot through his system, so raw and potent that his entire body reacted as if he’d been electrocuted.

“Told ya,” Mickey said triumphantly.

“Give me that,” Tanner said as he snatched the torn bit of material out of Mickey’s hand. He held it, reveling in the feel of magic there. It felt … intoxicating. “Where did you get this?” he breathed as he stared at the gold and silver thread that wove a pattern through the white material.

“The lightbearer. Your father figured you wouldn’t come, unless you had proof.”

Tanner continued to stare at the material. It wasn’t true—was it? Tanner—and a great many other shifters—believed they didn’t really exist. His father had never let go of the belief that they were simply hiding, and all he had to do was find one of them. Just one.

Was his father right all along?

Fates be damned, but Tanner certainly hoped not. He’d spent the better part of his life desperately hating the man for what he represented, for how he ruled his pack, for the way he treated Tanner’s mother and every other woman in his pack. Most of all, he’d hated the man for his obsession over a race of magical creatures that Tanner had been certain no longer existed.

Tanner didn’t understand his father’s obsession. The man was already pack master over one of the largest and most respected—or at least feared—packs in the country. He didn’t need magic to gain prestige and power. He already had it all.

“Come on, Tanner,” Mickey begged. “He won’t let none of us see her until you come back to the pack. He says you get the first honor. Come on.”

Tanner continued to stare at the scrap of material for a few more moments, pondering his decision. Finally, he tossed the pool stick onto the table. “Damn it to hell,” he muttered as he turned and strode from the pool area, out of the bar and into the cool summer evening air.

Damn the man for luring him back like this.

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Today, I welcome Carter James to my blog. Carter is Allison’s main squeeze (most of the time) from The Resort series. This series started about a year and a half ago, when Allison and Carter met while she was trying to sneak into the exclusive high-end resort and Carter was just doing his job by keeping out the riffraff. Since then, they’ve encountered would-be murderers, obsessive artists, his con-artist ex-wife, and a slutty wedding planner who was more concerned with hooking up with Carter than doing what she was paid to do. That’s all beside the attentions of hot detective Dan McIntyre, who, in the final book of the series, finally makes his move on Allison. Will Carter get the girl in the end?

This interview was featured on another blog just a few days ago, and I thought Carter did such a great job, I figured I’d feature him on my blog too. Enjoy, and don’t forget to click on the buy links at the bottom.

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What’s your name?

Carter James



How old are you?



Please tell us a little about yourself.

I’m in security. I own a security firm. My brother, Ben, is my partner, although he doesn’t really do much other than shmooze the clients. Which I suppose is necessary because I’m not really good at that sort of thing. Like this. Not my thing. I’m not a fan of being in the spotlight.

Anyway, we started J&J Security about seven years ago in Dallas, which is where I’m from. About, oh, two years ago, I was given the opportunity to move up here to northern Michigan to oversee security for The Resort. It’s this exclusive resort where the wealthy and sometimes famous go to basically hide from the rest of the world. My job is to make sure they’re kept safe and hidden for as long as they want to be.


Describe your appearance in 10 words or less.

Yeah, this is kind of awkward. Can we move on to another question? …Okay, fine. My girlfriend Allison says I’m sort of like James Bond. I mean, that’s cool, if it’s true, but I don’t know. I just try to take care of myself and those I love and do the best I can, you know?


Would you kill for those you love?

This is a loaded question because my sister was killed during a random shooting at a nightclub about ten years ago. That’s actually what inspired me to get into the security business because that club had shit for security. If they’d had someone like me or someone on my team there, that shooting never would have happened and my sister would still be alive. So would I kill for someone I love? Used to be not a day went by that I didn’t imagine killing the asshole who shot my sister.


What would you say are your strengths and weaknesses?

My weakness is definitely my girlfriend, Allison Bell. I don’t know why but that woman got under my skin the very first time we met, and my affliction just gets worse every day. If she knew that I would figure out a way to pull the moon from the sky for her, well… She probably wouldn’t believe it (laughs), which I guess is part of what makes her so damn irresistible.

 In the same vein, I think Allison is my strength too. She is so caring and loving and smart. She inspires me every day. Which is also funny because she truly has no idea about that either. In case you haven’t noticed, she’s a little naive too. But I guess that just adds to the overall package.

Do you have any relationships you prize above others? Why?

Definitely my relationship with Allison. Despite the fact that she keeps trying to spread her wings or whatever bullshit she comes up with when she picks a fight just so she can be “free” for a little while. But the thing about Allison is, she needs someone to watch over her, to protect her, mostly from herself. Remember when I said she was naive? Well, that naivety tends to get her into hot water all too frequently. I spend half my day worrying about whether or not she’ll inadvertently get caught up in some stupid crap that she shouldn’t. And with Allison, it’s never easy to disentangle herself from whatever the hell she got mixed up in.


Do you have any phobias?

Fear of losing Allison. Is that a phobia?


Please give us an interesting and unusual fact about yourself.

I’m just a guy. A guy who loves a girl and runs a business. Seriously. I’m not really all that complicated, despite what Allison thinks.

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Please give us a little information about the world in which you live.

I live in this tiny town in northern Michigan. The winter population’s around five hundred. During the summer months the tourists’ll push it up to a thousand, maybe fifteen hundred. I’m from Dallas, so you can imagine the culture shock I experienced when I first moved here. For the first few months, I admit, I thought a lot about moving back. But if I’d left, I’d never have met Allison, so it was definitely worth staying. Even if everyone in this damn town knows your business practically before you do it.


Do you travel in the course of your adventures? If so where?

Once a month, back to Dallas, which is where my company’s main office is located. Before I took on this contract with The Resort, I used to travel all over the country to meet with other clients, but managing security for The Resort is a full time job, so my brother does most of the traveling now.


Name and describe a food from your world.

(Laughs) Well, I’m from Texas, and we have the world’s best Tex Mex, hands down. And now that  I’m living in northern Michigan, I can tell you, there is nothing like a good Tex Mex restaurant. It’s just about the only thing I miss about Texas, to tell you the truth.


Does your world have magic? If so how is it viewed in your world?

If I were some other kind of guy I’d make a crack about the magic happening in my bedroom. But I’m not that guy.

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 What form of politics is dominant in your world? 

 Oh, this place is like a world of its own. Gossip is their politics. Small towns are like that, I’ve       learned. You want to know anything about anybody, just go hang out at the local ice cream parlor.   These people have turned gossip into an art. In the wintertime, it’s all they do. Seriously. That’s why I don’t like doing this publicity type stuff. I don’t like to be the one they all talk about.


Name a couple of myths and legends particular to your culture/people.

This is a small town. These people probably believe the loch ness monster lives out there in Messenger Lake.

Is that it? Well, thanks for asking me to do this interview. What’s this for again? You aren’t going to make me look like a sap in Allison’s eyes, are you? I mean, not that I buy into her whole James Bond theory (nervous laugh), but you have to admit that’s a nice stroke for a guy’s ego. So just make sure I sound Bond-like, okay?



Want to learn more about Carter? Purchase the books below:

The Resort:  http://www.amazon.com/The-Resort-Tami-Lund-ebook/dp/B00AXD8CGI/ref=pd_sim_kstore_3?ie=UTF8&refRID=17NGFAX83A9FTVXFAYRP

The Resort – Artist’s Obsession: http://www.amazon.com/Artists-Obsession-Resort-Tami-Lund-ebook/dp/B00C45BTBS/ref=pd_sim_kstore_1?ie=UTF8&refRID=0579H19GQR6K0MCJAE9F

The Resort – Holiday in Dallas: http://www.amazon.com/Holiday-Dallas-Resort-Tami-Lund-ebook/dp/B00DPN3Z5G/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1399425497&sr=8-2&keywords=tami+lund

The Resort – Valentine’s Day at The Resort: http://www.amazon.com/Valentines-Day-at-The-Resort-ebook/dp/B00HO2YMT2/ref=pd_sim_kstore_1?ie=UTF8&refRID=0R80P12TJVBRY1X6Y3BW

Coming in June, 2014: Summertime at The Resort!

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