~~Author Wednesdays-Brenna Zinn~~

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Please welcome my Author Wednesday guest, Brenna Zinn!!!!  Thank you for being her today Brenna and letting us know a little bit about Touched by Midas. Take it away, Brenna.

Want to be touched by a Navy SEAL?  Who doesn’t??

Last year I was a part of an award winning anthology – SEALs On Fire - with my book, Dagger’s Edge.  This year I have a sexy new release as a part of the SEALs Going Hot series with Desiree Holt, Cerise Deland and Samantha Cayto.  Touched by Midas, the story of a superstitious Navy SEAL and a woman trying to live a “normal” life away from her rock-and-roll family. 

The story behind Touched by Midas

When our editor first asked the four of us to write another SEALs series, I decided I wanted to bring in as much authenticity to my story as possible.  Aside from actually having dated a Navy SEAL (which I haven't - sigh...), I did marry a Navy man and we spent the first three years of our marriage stationed at Naval Station Rota, Spain.  What readers read in Touched by Midas comes straight from my memories of living in Rota, working on the base and being with my huge military family.

You can purchase Touched by Midas by clicking on one of the following providers.

The Wild Rose Press

Amazon: Touched By Midas (SEALs Going Hot Book 4)

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Touched by Midas
By Brenna Zinn

Blurb:
As a Navy SEAL, Michael “Midas” Baudine trains countless hours to prepare for combat. But a man can’t train for luck, so preserving his “Midas touch” good fortune is something he takes seriously, and he'll go to extreme measures to get his team on-board with his pre-mission, luck-assuring routines. He accepts a challenge from his team—get the sexy but uptight teacher, who blocks his advances at every turn, to the rock concert a week from today, and they’ll comply.
With a crazy rock star dad and top supermodel mom, Angie Summers was once a wild child but, wanting more out of life, has done her best to live under the radar of fame. She’s even assumed a secret identity and found a job teaching at Naval Station Rota, Spain. Her attempt at a “normal” life is quickly turned on its ear when a hot-as-hell Navy SEAL sweet talks her into a date she’ll never forget and may eventually regret.
While spending time with the muscle-bound sailor unleashes Angie’s need to let the wild child out to play, which could threaten her anonymity, Midas finds himself on the precipice of breaking the first rule of luck—never fall for a woman.

Excerpt:

How did nice girls survive? How did they resist the sexual magnetism of guys like Midas long enough to find the kind of man they could have a real relationship with? The seductive SEAL with the charming smile could make even a nun think twice about her vows, let alone a world-weary bitch trying to redeem herself.

“Sorry,” Angie heard herself say before the last of her restraint gave way. She turned and started walking, avoiding any further tax to her self-control.

“You think I’m not good enough for you?”

His question halted her foot mid-step. Of all the things he could have said, he’d found the one she couldn’t ignore. The one that suggested she was still the unkind woman of her youth. The girl who used people as much as they used her.

Biting a lip, she released a long sigh and made an about face.

“No. I don’t think you’re not good enough for me.”

“That’s easy enough to say, but harder to prove. Go out with me. Show me that your words are worth something.”

So many thoughts swirled through her mind. Some snarky and downright mean. Others a complete abdication to the power that was Midas. But before she could decide which one to toss out, the sailor threw down the gauntlet.

“I’ve got tickets to see Stereo Arsenal next week,” he said, coming closer. “Go with me. Be my date to what will probably be the show of the year on base.”

The mention of her father’s band broke the hold Midas had on her. No way she’d go and be recognized by one of the band members, roadies or fans. She’d already made arrangements for a few hours of private time with her parents while they were in Rota. That visit alone could compromise her identity.

“Sorry, buddy. No can do. I’m really not a fan of rock-and-roll.”

“Not a fan of rock and roll?” His eyebrows rose in mock surprise. “How is that even possible? Don’t you know that Stereo Arsenal is one of the best bands from the 80s? These guys sold more albums and had more top-ten hits than anyone else in their genre. They’re classic. Just scoring tickets for the show was a major coup.”

She couldn’t help the pride swelling her chest. Her father might be the leader of the madhouse, but he and the band had worked hard to rise to the top. They deserved every accolade they received.

“I don’t want to go to the concert by myself,” he persisted, increasing the wattage to his dazzling smile. “Prove your words are more than just sounds coming from those pretty lips.”

“Please.” She rolled her eyes. “There are dozens of beautiful women in Rota who would love to be your date. Maybe you should ask one of them.”

“You’re the only person I’m interested in. You have been for a while.”

What people are saying about Touched by Midas:

"I thoroughly enjoyed Touched by Midas; the very interesting characters, fun plot, and simmering sexuality made it one fantastic little novella!”  Slick, Guilty Pleasures 

"Touched by Midas I have to say is now one of my favorite reads. All the components are there to tug at your heart for our military, for family and let’s not forget the hot scenes that you need a fan for."— Shey’s Book Cave

Here are some inspiration pictures, including personal snapshots, of Rota, Spain

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Title: Iron Rods

Author: Brenna Zinn

Series: Strip Club Book 1

Publisher: Ellora's Cave

Blurb: 

There once was a place the women of Austin, Texas could mix fantasy with flesh and experience erotic temptations for the price of admission and a handful of dollars. Iron Rods. The strip club is now in disrepair though and Bennett Truitt, estranged son of the club’s aging and half-crazy owner, wants to replace the landmark with condos. He hires feisty Tatum Reynolds to manage the club, sure she will fail, but not before he has a chance to sample her skills in bed.

After another rejection letter, Tatum realizes she’ll never be a professional dancer on or off Broadway. Down on her luck, she’s determined to make the run-down club successful no matter what, or who, it takes. But she never expected her new boss to be so enticing they’re breaking doors down to get to each other, get their clothes off, taste each delectable inch.

A Romantica® erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

Buy Links:

Amazon: Iron Rods: 1 (Strip Club)

Barnes & Noble

Ellora's Cave

Kobo

Brenna has other amazing books out, so make sure to visit her website to get all the details!!!

I remember reading about Texas in an Illinois grade school and thinking I probably would never see the great state where real cowboys ride their horses to work every day and everyone wears western hats and boots. Then again, I never dreamed I would elope in Gibraltar with a Navy man who hailed from the Lone Star state. But here I am, smack dab in the middle of Texas, still married to the same wonderful man and boasting not only the greatest daughter on the planet, but three dogs that are as big as long horns.

In between grade school and now, my journey through life has taken me all over the United States, as well as many places throughout the world. Using my travel experience as a guide and peppering in interesting characters I’ve met along the way, I love nothing better than weaving tales of romance and leaving readers yearning for adventures of their own.

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Thanks again Brenna for being here today! I hope everyone enjoyed learning about Touched by Midas and Iron Rods. 

Please stop by next Wednesday when my guest will be Holly J. Gill.

~~Iron Rods by Brenna Zinn~~

Hello and welcome to my blog. Today I'm featuring Brenna Zinn's Iron Rods!  Have you see the cover of this book? So drool-worthy!

Title: Iron Rods
Author: Brenna Zinn
Series: Strip Club Book 1
Publisher: Ellora's Cave

Blurb: 
There once was a place the women of Austin, Texas could mix fantasy with flesh and experience erotic temptations for the price of admission and a handful of dollars. Iron Rods. The strip club is now in disrepair though and Bennett Truitt, estranged son of the club’s aging and half-crazy owner, wants to replace the landmark with condos. He hires feisty Tatum Reynolds to manage the club, sure she will fail, but not before he has a chance to sample her skills in bed.

After another rejection letter, Tatum realizes she’ll never be a professional dancer on or off Broadway. Down on her luck, she’s determined to make the run-down club successful no matter what, or who, it takes. But she never expected her new boss to be so enticing they’re breaking doors down to get to each other, get their clothes off, taste each delectable inch.

A Romantica® erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

Buy Links:
Amazon: Iron Rods: 1 (Strip Club)
Barnes & Noble
Ellora's Cave
Kobo



Excerpt: 
Watered-down drinks were the last straw. The wild concoction of emotions brewing within her bubbled over. The time for calm had passed. She needed action. Something to release the rage and hurt trapped inside. She’d had enough of being stomped on by life, and by God she would not sit still while this seedy little club stepped on her as well.

Tatum picked up both drinks and marched to the bar, fury feeding her temper. Something in her day was going to go right, and having a decent drink to dull her pain wasn’t too much to ask for. So what if Conan the bartender looked as though he could snap her in half. If he so much as blinked the wrong way, she’d jump over the counter and make him wish he’d never poured a drink in his life.

The bartender had his broad back to her and appeared deep in conversation at the end of the bar with another man she hadn’t noticed before. How she could have overlooked the stranger was a mystery.

The man looked up and made eye contact with Tatum. Out of nowhere, fire popped and sizzled through her, scorching senses that had been dulled by the oppressiveness of the club. For a mesmerizing moment, she stared at the stranger, unable to look anywhere else.

Black hair groomed to perfection, a handsome face with an honest-to-God square jaw and wearing the kind of slick suit and tie she’d only seen in magazine ads, he looked like a modern-day aristocrat. Some big shot who was completely out of place in a dive like Iron Rods. 

Why such a good-looking man was here to do anything beyond strip she didn’t know and didn’t give a flip, she reminded herself. Tonight she was on a mission to forget her troubles and find some kind of satisfaction. If the stranger couldn’t help her in either regard, then he was little more than eye candy.

She plunked down the cocktail glasses. A harsh thud sounded as they hit the wood counter. The bartender glanced over his shoulder. His face still appeared impassive, though his eyebrows now arched a bit higher on his forehead.

“Yes?” he asked.

Tatum steeled her resolve and straightened her spine, hoping all six feet of her looked formidable to a man who probably crushed boulders with his bare hands. “If these drinks have a shot of pure vodka in them, then I’m the governor of Texas.”

The bartender said something to the stranger then turned around and made his way to where Tatum stood. Her skin grew cold as she noticed the hint of a grin pull at the corners of his lips. How could a person look more intimidating with a smile on his face?

“You saying I watered down your drinks?”

Though the music in the club was loud enough to vibrate through the floor and up her calves, she easily heard his deep bass voice. A tremor of fright added to the quaking in her legs. Scared or not, she’d started this and she wouldn’t stop until she had two cocktails to her liking.

“I’m saying there’s no more alcohol in these glasses than there is in the Colorado River down the street.” Allowing the full impact of her feelings to give her strength, she took a step closer and pressed her stomach onto the padded vinyl that trimmed the bar. “My friend spent a lot of money for these drinks and I aim to make sure we get what we paid for. So how about you taking that unopened bottle of vodka there on the back shelf and trying one more time?”

The large bartender’s nose flared and the muscles in his thick neck and arms flexed. Before he had a chance to say a word, the man at the end of the bar spoke.

“It’s okay, T. Do as the lady asks.”

The big man shot her a look that could have frozen hell. “Fine. As the lady likes.” Without breaking his glare, he roughly grabbed two glasses and dropped them on the counter before reaching for the vodka.

And just like that, the polished stranger in the fancy suit single-handedly shut down her attempt at blowing the steam she’d built up.

In a perverse way, Tatum didn’t feel appeased. She might have gotten her way, but pumped-up energy still surged in her system. If only she could punch a wall or kick over a chair. She needed to do something, anything, to relieve her bottled-up tension and lock down the pheromones that unexpectedly decided to show up to the party. 

The good-looking man wasn’t making her struggle to calm down any easier. Over the stacks of papers littering the end of the bar, he stared at her, and not in a pleasing way. He appeared amused, almost smug, as though she had just provided his evening’s entertainment.

She pushed her attraction aside and allowed her irritation to hitch a half notch.

“Are you the manager here?” she asked, making her way down to the end of the bar.

He punched the end of the pen he held and tossed it onto an open file. “I guess you can say I am. Is there a problem?”

His tone sounded a little too bored for her liking. He might not be hard to look at, but he had pompous ass written all over him. “As a matter of fact there is. Have you taken a good look at this place lately? It’s a dump. The lighting sucks, the dancers aren’t good-looking and couldn’t dance to save their souls, and the bartender is serving lousy drinks.”

He tilted his head. “You don’t say.”

His prissy, holier-than-thou attitude provided just the spark she needed to stay ignited. “Yes, I do say. You should be ashamed of yourself and this place. It’s the worst club in Austin.”

“And yet you’re here.”

“I—” Tatum started, but faltered in the wake of his unexpected retort. She blinked several times, too flustered to speak. Weren’t managers supposed to be nice to their customers? Even rich, snobby managers?

The stranger stood and Tatum’s gaze continued up until her head tilted back. Powerfully built, he not only stood several inches taller than her, he dominated the space around her. Though he might not be as humongous as the bartender, he radiated a fierce but intelligent intensity that commanded her attention. Here was a man used to getting what he wanted.

“You think someone else can do better?” he asked.

Her mouth watered as she watched the play of muscles behind his snug shirtsleeves and listened to the deep voice that poured over her like warm molasses. Good Lord, the man was virile.

Not permitting herself to be influenced by intimidation or lust, she raised her chin and said the first thing that came to her mind. “I think a drunk monkey could do better.”

“You looking for a job?”

Her mouth fell open at his audacity. She might be fast on the uptake, but he was faster and better.

Perturbed, Tatum planted her fists on her hips. “You calling me a drunk monkey?”

I remember reading about Texas in an Illinois grade school and thinking I probably would never see the great state where real cowboys ride their horses to work every day and everyone wears western hats and boots. Then again, I never dreamed I would elope in Gibraltar with a Navy man who hailed from the Lone Star state. But here I am, smack dab in the middle of Texas, still married to the same wonderful man and boasting not only the greatest daughter on the planet, but three dogs that are as big as long horns.

In between grade school and now, my journey through life has taken me all over the United States, as well as many places throughout the world. Using my travel experience as a guide and peppering in interesting characters I’ve met along the way, I love nothing better than weaving tales of romance and leaving readers yearning for adventures of their own.

For more information about Iron Rods, the Strip Club Series, how to get a FREE Iron Rods koozie, as well as author Brenna Zinn, check out the Iron Rods website.  www.IronRods.NET

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Iron Rods website: www.IronRods.NET


Please stop by Brenna's website and check out all her great books and don't forget to grab your copy of Iron Rods!!!

Author Wednesdays-Brenna Zinn-Author Interview & Giveaway!!!!

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Guess what day it is??? It's Author Wednesday again here at For Whom The Books Toll! My guest today is the great Brenna Zinn.  Thanks for taking the time to be here today Brenna.
Let's get right to the interview.

Can you tell us a little about yourself?

Where to start? I’m a coal miner’s daughter with a bigger than life imagination who grew up in Montana, Illinois, and Georgia. After eloping with my Navy man in Gibraltar and living in Naval Station Rota, Spain for three years, I moved to Austin, Texas where I now live with the same Navy man and three humongous English Mastiffs. I recently gave up my job of 20 years to stay at home and write full time. I know, I know. What was I thinking??

I love men with Scottish accents, televisions shows involving ghosts and hauntings, traveling to cool places around the globe, and drinking Sailor Jerry’s spiced rum and diet Coke. I believe Sailor Jerry is the younger, devilish brother of Capitan Morgan. Oh, and I love dancing. I used to win dance competitions in college for beer money. I was a very popular girl in college ;)

I also have an extremely low tolerance for stupid people and brussel sprouts.

You can read more about me, my books, and my crazy dogs by visiting my website at www.brennazinn.com. From there you can see how to be my “friend” on Facebook, follow me on Twitter, or check out my blog. I’d love to hear from you!

Share 5 fun facts about yourself.

1. When I lived in Montana, I had a raccoon as a pet. Raccoons do NOT make good pets.

2. I’m a huge ghost fan. I’m fairly certain my grandmother said good-bye to me by filling my nose full of her favorite scent the day after her funeral.

3. I used to win beer money in college by winning dance contests.

4. I once won a hot legs contest.

5. Winning a huge pot during a Texas Hold’em tournament in a Las Vegas casino against a table of only men is one of my greatest joys.

What was your ideal career when you were a child?

To be a teacher. I remember spending many hours playing school with my younger sister. I’m pretty sure by the time she started first grade she was capable of doing third grade work.

Tell us about a typical writing day for you.

I wish I had a typical writing day. I truly do. I’m the kind of person who does best with some type of route or schedule. Unfortunately, since quitting my job to write full time, I haven’t found a schedule. Every day is different. The closest I have to typical is waking at 6am, riding twenty miles on a bike with my husband, taking my dogs on a walk, then cleaning house or working in the yard until about noon. After that I shower, get a little to eat and then get to writing. Usually I’ll get distracted and will check my e-mails and Facebook page, will run off to get something to drink, and eventually will get back to writing. I really should be tested for attention deficit disorder. I’m all over the place both mentally and physically.

On average, how long does it take you to write a book?

Forever. Seriously. A great day for me is writing 1,000 words. I’m currently working on a 60,000 word book, as well as a 30,000 word book. I typically don’t write on Saturdays or Sundays, unless my husband isn’t around. So you can see why it takes me so long.

How long does it take to write sex scenes?

I’m all over the map here too. A lot of my speed has to do with where my head is at sexually. If I’m in the mood for l’amore, then writing a sex scene is a snap. I’m especially fast if there’s a bit of comedy involved in the scene. I’m all for having fun when having sex. This concept seems self-evident, but it’s not. The act of sex can take on a wide variety of tones. Fun, dangerous, flirty, taboo, and sweet are only a small sampling. Once the tone is set, then the act of sex and the dialogue during sex tends to flow naturally, making my job to write it so much easier.

Where do you find writing inspiration?

Usually in the shower, while mowing my yard, or driving long distances. When I’m doing these things my subconscious decides to come out and toss around some of its thoughts. I’m constantly amazed at just what my brain will suggest as a story or as a way to resolve corners I’ve written myself into. Now, if I hit a block, I go out for a drive and let my brain have its way with me. I usually come back home with something to get on paper.

Do you have a favorite writing snack?

Gum. Yes, I know. Gum isn’t a snack. But I go through a ton of the stuff when I’m writing. I have to have something going on in my mouth at all times. (Yes, that does sound gross, doesn’t it?)

Do you have any writing rituals?

I always have a scented candle burning when I write at home. It’s wonderful having a nice smell in my office rather than the dog farts that are inevitable.

Where’s your favorite place to write?

I find that my favorite place to write is at seminars or training classes. Crazy, but true. For some reason I can write and write and write long hand when there’s some guy in front of my begging for my attention. I need to hire someone to try to teach me while I’m writing in my office. I’d probably get a lot more written that way.

What’s the best way to get over writer’s block?

Going on a long drive. I saw a Big Bang episode that explains how the mind will allow the subconscious to flow when the brain is involved with mundane things. Driving shouldn’t be mundane, I know. I should be focused. But I find my mind drifts to far off places while I drive. That’s when the ideas come.

What scene for you was the hardest to write and how did you overcome that obstacle?

I’ve had several scenes from different books that were hard to write. I found that the reason they were difficult is because my brain was trying to tell me the scene wasn’t working. Once I figured that out, threw out what I had and then started with a new scene, the words started flowing again.

What’s your biggest writing achievement? Why?

I know this sounds silly, but my biggest writing achievement was hearing that someone cried while reading one of my stories. Knowing that I was able to evoke such strong emotions through the use of my words gave me an incredible feeling of accomplishment. I want to be able to repeat that accomplishment over and over and over.

How do you celebrate a new book?

I like to go out to dinner with my husband, have a drink and toast myself. However, I’ve promised my girlfriends that if I ever hit the NY Times Best Seller List that I will take them all on a weekend spa trip with me. Now that’s what I call celebrating!

Can you tell us about your current book, Dagger’s Edge?

Dagger’s Edge is the only story I’ve written that was #1 on Amazon’s most downloaded erotic romance list for three days. Granted it was a free download, but it was still #1 for three days. That felt and continues to feel huge to me.

The story is about Dagger, a Navy SEAL (who doesn’t LOVE a Navy SEAL?) who is on leave in Key West, Florida. There he checks in on his best friend’s sister, Mia, the girl he’s secretly loved since meeting her in middle school. But Dagger never acted on his love for Mia for one reason and that reason is buried deep from his past. Aside from being an emotionally compelling book, the story has one of the greatest sex scenes I’ve ever written. I can’t tell you how many ladies have told me they can’t look at a popsicle without blushing.

What made you write ‘this’ story?

I was involved in a Navy SEAL series called SEALs on Fire with Desiree Holt, Cerise Deland, Regina Carlysle, Samantha Cayto, Allie Standifer, and Nicole Austin. So I knew the story would involve a SEAL. The story developed around the notion that sometimes deep emotional scars keep people, even big, tough SEALs from acting on their heart’s desire.

What do you think makes a good story?

Great, likeable characters, fun and smart writing, and a story that keeps a person engaged. Sagging middles does not a good story make.

What’s the hardest thing about writing and how do you handle it?

Getting words on the page. I struggle with each word I write because I want every word to be right and ever sentence to be the best written sentence possible. If I’m not happy with what I’ve written, it’s extremely difficult for me to continue to write. I feel compelled to go back and fix the words until I’m happy with what I have.

If you could bring one of your characters to life, which one would it be and why?

I’d love to meet Dagger from Dagger’s Edge. I love his funny personality, his self-deprivation while managing to be cocky, and his bigger than life body.

If you could have dinner with 5 people, who would you choose and why?

I can’t imagine a more lively dinner or dinner conversation than with Jesus Christ, Muhammad, Leonardo DiVinci, Bill Clinton, and Will Rogers. We could talk religion, politics, art, science, literature…the possibilities and interesting debates are endless.

If you could travel in a time machine, would go back to the past or to the future?

The past, definitely. I’m a history major. I was going to teach high school history at one time in my life. I’d love to meet King Arthur to see a) if he’s real and b) if he’s anything like his stories.

What does your family and friends think about your writing erotic romances?

At most I’m a novelty. Generally, I’m just Mom, loving wife, or crazy ass friend.

How important is reader feedback, good or bad, to you?

I adore feedback. ADORE! I get a better feel for what works and what doesn’t work with reader feedback, which is invaluable with future stories. Plus there are days when I pull up fan mail just to make myself feel better when I feel like everything I’m writing sounds like crud. Fan mail always helps me pull myself up by my bootstraps (yes, I do wear boots. You should see them. Gorgeous!)

What is your greatest temptation?

When I’m writing, my greatest temptation is just about anything that gets me out of my chair. When I’m not writing, my greatest temptation is my family. I love hanging out with them when we’re all engaged. My evil temptation is booze. I like vodka. What can I say?

What is your greatest weakness:

My own self doubts. There are days when I wonder what the hell I’m doing trying to pass myself off as a writer. Then I get a piece of fan mail and I’m over the moon with what I’ve accomplished as a writer.

What’s the best advice you can give to an inspiring author?

Grow thick skin. You’ll need it. Breaking in to writing is not easy. A thick skin is needed for rejections, bad reviews, and criticism.

How do you relax?

I’m a type A personality. Relaxing for me is doing work that I enjoy. I don’t find relaxation sitting by the pool. I want to be up and active. I like accomplishing things.

What is your favorite all time book?

Why not ask me which child I love best?? Talk about Sophie’s choice. If I had to choose one book that was the only book I could read for the rest of my life, I think I would choose The Crystal Cave by Mary Stewart. That book was THE book that started my love of reading. I’m so appreciative of Mary Stewart for that book, which is the first of a series on King Arthur. Ms. Stewart was a tremendous talent.

Fun Questions

Pepsi or Coke? 

Diet Dr. Pepper, please.

Chips or pretzels? 

Chips

Chocolate or vanilla? 

Chocolate ice cream, vanilla frozen yogurt

Mountains or beach? 

Mountains!

Favorite color? 

White. Yes, white is color.

Favorite ice cream? 

Chocolate

Casual or dress up? 

If sweat pants and a t-shirt is casual, then I’m all about the casual.

Early bird or night owl? 

 I used to be a night owl. Owned being a night owl. But now I’m an early bird. Damned age!

Cook outs or restaurant dinners? 

Restaurants dinners. Who wants to cook when someone can cook for you?

Thanks again, Brenna for being here today and answering my questions. Very interesting answers, too. I love this part of doing Author Wednesdays!  All of the intriguing answers with some fun ones thrown in.

Blurb:

Though well hidden, deep scars from Dean "Dagger" Gregory's troubled past have influenced each important decision he's ever made, including joining the military and keeping his distance from his best friend's sister, Mia Benson, the only woman he's ever loved. But after Dagger's friend strong-arms him into checking on the feisty redhead during his leave in Key West, he finds himself under sexual attack and with no desire--or willpower--to retreat.

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A standalone book in the Toys-4-Us series
Gianna Romano has a dream, and opening her own restaurant has been a lifelong commitment requiring strict dedication and personal sacrifice. Now that her goal is almost within her grasp, she’s not about to jeopardize everything for a relationship with her next door neighbor. She can’t afford to lose focus and doesn’t have time for a man. Not even the sexy Scot with a delicious accent who wants to unleash her lust and make her a permanent fixture in his life, as well as his bed.
Kept at a distance by the strong-willed woman he desires, Colin McPherson faces the most agonizing decision of his life. The time has come to give up his lucrative computer security job and return home to take his place in the family business.
But Colin can’t leave without getting at least a taste of Gianna. Just how far will he go to satisfy his hunger? And after a night of explosive passion, how can he walk away?

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For ten long years Carter Lang’s secret desire for Leslie Brighten burned relentlessly. His secretary and fifteen years his junior, Leslie was off limits—a potential liability Carter refused to chance. But on the day of his early retirement, Carter discovers Leslie in an erotic situation that not only changes his mind about pursuing the beautiful object of his intense passion, it will change his life forever.

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What does one hunky Navy Seal plus a blizzard equal on Valentine's Day for Michelle Bishop? One hot night in an elevator with nowhere to go and no electricity to get there. Add a holiday gift basket from Valentino's that's full of candles, body paint, and chocolate wine, and going down on an elevator becomes a Valentine experience she'll never forget... 

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Lady Pembrook went to great lengths, traveling thousands of miles and assuming a false identity, to satisfy her fantasy of a one night stand with a real Texas cowboy. But can she fulfill her dream of a naughty sexual encounter after discovering a mysterious stranger in dark sunglasses threatens to expose her scandalous behavior in America?

Though riding bulls and taming wild horses aren’t the only risks Burton King has taken in a lifetime of working on a ranch, nothing scarred him deeper than falling for the wrong woman. When he finds a damsel in distress, will the oath he swore to never get involved with another woman keep him from finding the lady of his dreams?

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Although this book can be read on its own, we recommend first reading Fatal Submission, by Nicole Austin.

It’s 1998, and what a great year it’s been for independent yet sexually submissive Emma Sutherland. She’s secured a great job teaching at the local university, bought a dream house in the country with its very own dungeon in the basement and found a masterful Dom who fulfills her every desire. Who could ask for more?

Chet Crosby can. Having hot, kinky sex with Emma is no longer enough. He wants to take care of her outside the dungeon and have a real relationship, which she’s not ready for. But ready or not, the horrifying and unexplainable occurrences in Emma’s home have her scared, and Chet’s more determined than ever to protect the woman he loves—even if it means facing unimaginable terror.

Reader Advisory: This story contains graphic scenes of bondage and horror that may haunt the reader for days.

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Though terrified of the ocean, Shelly Merdock finds herself alone in Cancun on what should have been her honeymoon--but not for long. A handsome and very naked man strolls out of the surf and onto her patio, claiming to be her lifemate. He also believes he's a merman--the great, great grandson of Poseidon no less--and insists they have sex in the water within twenty-four hours to complete the marriage ritual. Crazier still, Shelly actually considers his offer. Who could resist? But can she place herself in the hands of the sexy stranger, beyond a night of shared intimacy, and shed her fear of the water to live with him in his palace under the sea?

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Deep in the heart of Texas, there’s a place the women of Austin can mix fantasy with flesh and experience erotic temptations for the price of admission and a handful of dollars. Iron Rods. In this strip club, sinfully sexy men take it all off for their customers’ entertainment. But there’s more to Iron Rods than meets the casual eye. Behind the lights and glitter are real hearts and dreams that sometimes clash with reality. For some ladies, a trip down to Iron Rods turns into more than what they bargained for.

Find out more about Iron Rods at www.IronRods.NET

Author Bio:

I remember reading about Texas in an Illinois grade school and thinking I probably would never see the great state where real cowboys ride their horses to work every day and everyone wears western hats and boots. Then again, I never dreamed I would elope in Gibraltar with a Navy man who hailed from the Lone Star state. But here I am, smack dab in the middle of Texas, still married to the same wonderful man and boasting not only the greatest daughter on the planet, but three dogs who are as big as long horns.

In between grade school and now, my journey through life has taken me all over the United States, as well as many places throughout the world. Using my travel experience as a guide and peppering in interesting characters I’ve met along the way, I love nothing better than weaving tales of romance and leaving readers yearning for adventures of their own.

Contact Brenna:

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 As for a giveaway from my backlist, I'm giving away a copy of When a Lady Meets a King and Private Showing.  Plus...readers who sign up for my newsletter at www.Ironrods.com will be put in for a chance to win a $10 Amazon gift certificate.  Even people who have already subscribed to my newsletter will have their name put in the hat for the drawing.  

I hope everyone enjoyed reading about Brenna and found some great books to add their TBR lists. Once again, thanks Brenna for taking time out of your busy schedule to be here today.

Please stop back next Wednesday when my guest will be the fabulous Regina Carlysle!!!!