More Deleted Scenes, Future-takes & Free Reads from The Russian Guns Series
The last week has been super hectic and worrisome for me. My youngest--just a week over two months old now--spent six nights, seven days in the hospital. His older brothers brought home a cold, as all kids do, and the next thing we knew, the baby had it, too. It's almost scary how fast a baby can get sick and how quickly it progresses from just a little cough to them turning red and gasping for breath.

Nevertheless, the littlest one is home and good again.

While he was there, though, I finally got the chance to sit down and put the finishing touches on two more free reads for The Russian Guns. One is a deleted scene that needed some polishing, the other is a future-take of a scene that's sure to break some hearts--or many.

I only have two future-takes left to write--Snapshots and Stir Crazy. Then, I have the free novella Demyan & Ana. That will be the prequel to Demyan's story Shattered.

Do enjoy. The links below will take you directly to your choice of format to download for your devices.


The Wedding (Deleted Scene) MOBI

The Wedding (Deleted Scene) EPUB

The Wedding (Deleted Scene) PDF


Too Young (Future Outtake) MOBI

Too Young (Future Outtake) EPUB

Too Young (Future Outtake) PDF
Blog Tour: Love Undercover by @NanaPrah #TopTen #Review

Love Undercover by +Nana Prah 
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Women’s Fiction (Sweet, Multicultural)
Publisher: Black Opal Books


The last thing she expects is to fall in love with a prison guard…

Hotshot Secret Service Agent, Sarita Cerez is thrown into a medium security prison—for work. Her job is to protect the daughter of the president of South Korea. She never envisioned making friends with illegal immigrants or falling head over heels for one of the guards. Now the
clandestine activity, which is integral to protecting her charge, may destroy her only chance at love.

He's never fraternized with the inmates—until he met her…

Matthew Carter always plays by the rules, which includes maintaining a strictly professional relationship with the
inmates in his charge. But when Sarita saunters onto the unit, all bets are off. Her status as a deportee with a permanent ticket to Columbia means they can never be together, but try as he might, this doesn’t stop him from risking his career for her.

He's a man who values honesty above all else, and she lies for a living. Can two people from such different worlds find any common ground?

As they walked down the first flight of stairs, Sarita’s breath caught when she glanced at him. She missed her footing and would have gone head-over-ass down the steps if he hadn’t grabbed her.

The heat emanating from Matt’s body seeped into her. “Thanks. You saved me from a nasty fall.”

“You are so beautiful, Sarita.” His whispered words feathered over her cheek.

She moved forward as his lips came down on hers in a crushing kiss. The impact brought tears to her eyes and a whimper to her throat. He eased the pressure. She took the light pecks as his apology.

She desired his passion over such teasing gentleness. Her hand moved to the back of his head and held him against her mouth, opening for him as his tongue thrust in. She hung onto him for fear of
tumbling down the stairs.

Swinging her around, he lifted her onto the railing, wrapping her legs around him. His hardness met the juncture of her thighs. The need to feel more of him suffused her. She rocked her hips and squeezed him closer when he moaned.

The sound of whistling broke through the haze. She eased her feet to the steps and they continued down the stairs as if she hadn’t been about to rip off his shirt.

She held onto the railing so her wobbly legs wouldn’t slide out from under her. She chanced a glance up and saw the camera. How could she have forgotten where they were?

He looked back at the space they’d just vacated and raised an eyebrow. “Blind spot,” he whispered. “Didn’t you know?”

Top Ten Facts

Top 10 real life experiences in Love Undercover
One thing that many people don’t know is that Love Undercover is a romance based on an experience I had. Not the romance part, but the jail aspect. Without further delay I’d like to present 10 things that happen in Love Undercover that actually happened to me.

1.       My first cellmate was awesome. We would laugh all the freaking time. We had similar personalities and loved to have fun. She was a bisexual, but didn’t fancy me. I’m a heterosexual, but I was like why not? Still laughing about that.
2.       I butchered my eyebrows by attempting to shape them with thread. It was hilarious- even to me
3.       I was strip searched after having a visit (It was not fun in the least)
4.       There were some hot guards in that prison. But unfortunately I had no romantic liaisons with any of them (damn).
5.       Many of the detainees stories in the book are true. I’ve dramatized them just a tad.
6.       Most of what happened to one of the characters in the novel is what I went through, only I’ve never had a boob job (darn it).
7.       Sarita and I had the same second cellmate, only there was no fight in real life. The devil part is true, though- very scary.
8.       The library was awesome. No covert operations for me, even though it does happen in the system.
9.       We baked a cake. To this day I still find it weird, but it’s true.
10.   To the best of my knowledge there was no blind spot at the prison I was detained at. That came from my imagination so I could get some intimate scenes in there for Sarita and Matt.

So there you have it. If you have any questions on what else is true in Love Undercover once you read it, just contact me and I’ll let you know.

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Bethany Kris's Review of Love Undercover

Five out of five stars

When Sarita Cerez gets placed in a medium security prison undercover to protect the daughter of the president of South Korea, the last thing she expects is to find herself with budding feelings for a certain prison guard. Matthew Carter is a man who plays by the rules in every way. Professionalism is his middle name. So, when he gets caught up in having an emotional attachment to an off-limits inmate, he knows he’s in trouble and now his career is on the line. In a place like prison, can love exist?

We’ve been hearing a lot about immigration lately. It’s everywhere right now. And sure, there are valid arguments for each side of the equation, but Ms. Prah has brought an entirely new side to light for me. The people, those who get sent back. Some of which are entirely innocent of wrong doing but for the fact they followed their parents over from their home country when they were too young to know better. Frankly, I think anyone who picked up Love Undercover would benefit just from giving it a good read and taking in that side of the story. I certainly needed it.

There was so much more going on in this book than just the “possible” prison romance plot on the surface, and I really enjoyed that. The author brought in characters outside of the main hero and heroine that really made me as a reader stop and take notice of them. They made me empathize and feel for them.

I think it has to be a very delicate balance for an author to start taking focus from a love interest in a romance and place it on secondary characters. Which was kind of how this novel seamlessly transferred back and forth between a chicklit style and a romance novel. Nana Prah managed this exceptionally well in a way that didn’t take from the main story or couple. It kept me wondering what would happen to these characters in the end because the author made me care for them.

Not an easy feat, I tell you.

Once you add in Matt and Sarita to the entire mix, I thought the story was golden. Ms. Prah was careful to toe the line of what would and would not be acceptable between a prison guard and his inmate. Matt is, by far, one of the most interesting and likeable heroes I’ve read in a while and he does this quite easily. In fact, he’s so liked by those around him that even some of his buddies who were also guards were willing to risk the wrath of trouble by helping their friend in some ways.
The story wasn’t overly romantic in a sappy way, but it didn’t need to be to get the point across. I think had the pages been filled with ridiculous purple prose or a hero waxing poetic, or even hot smexin’, I don’t believe the story would have felt quite as authentic as it did for me.

All in all, Love Undercover was a great, fast-paced read. It was enjoyable and interesting; rephrasing by way of its differences. A five-star read all the way. 

About the author
Nana Prah is a multi-published author of contemporary, multicultural romance. Her books are sweet with a touch of spice. When she’s not writing she’s reading, indulging in chocolate, and enjoying life with friends and family.

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Spotlight on Saving Sam by @NikkaMichaels #Paranormal #GLBT @EvernightPub
Saving Sam

By Nikka Michaels

Genre: M/M, Paranormal Romance

Line: Romance on the Go

Series: Purgatory, Inc.

Release Date: January 9, 2015

Publisher: Evernight Publishing


When Ezekiel the Watcher Angel, requested a promotion he wasn’t expecting Steve, his boss and Higher Power to command him to bring back Azazel, Death’s assistant. Throw in the devil in a blue dress, a looming deadie apocalypse and a partner in an Archangel named Sam and Zeke might just earn his Guardian wings.



I looked up from my clipboard and froze. Standing in front of me, radiating divine power, was an older man with long white hair pulled back into a ponytail. He wore board shorts, a T-shirt, and flip-flops, and reading glasses hung from a chain draped around his neck. With a smile on his friendly face, he didn’t look like the higher power hundreds of religions called Heavenly Father, but more like a kindly hippie grandfather.

I pushed to my feet and promptly tripped over the length of my wings. In my most mortifying moment, God caught my arm and saved me from a face-plant onto the ugly industrial carpet. “Oh, God. Shit. Jesus.”

He chuckled and brushed me off. “Don’t worry. Not the first time I’ve heard My name. You should hear this place around Valentine’s Day.”

I blinked.

“As for Jesus? My Son works in accounting. You should introduce yourself sometime and bring them donuts. Nothing excites accounting like free sugar.”

“Yes, sir.”

He flinched at my words, and I closed my eyes, sending up a silent prayer. To where, I had no clue, as The Man was standing in front of me. At this rate he no doubt planned to bust my ass down to angelic lawn statue.

“Whoa there, partner. We’re pretty informal around here. Can I call you Zeke?”

I nodded. “Yes, sir.”

The Supreme Being smiled and patted me on the back, and I swallowed hard.

“I mean, yes, sir, God, sir.”

The man snorted. “Just call me Steve.” He gave me a once-over, and I wondered if my khakis and polo shirt were workplace appropriate. “Walk with me, Zeke. Oh, and unfurl the wings a little. You’re harshing my spiritual buzz.” Without another word he turned and took off down a hallway, the sounds of his flip-flops echoing.

I hurried to catch up, cursing my clumsiness.

“As you can see, there isn’t a formal dress code while in the office. Most of the staff favor business casual so they don’t have to change before golf in the afternoon. There’s a coffeemaker in the break room. Just don’t leave empty creamer containers in the fridge without replacing them. The last guy who did that lost his head. Literally.”

“Sorry?” I squeaked.

“Oh, don’t worry. We found it again, but the Archs get cranky when they don’t get their caffeine. How many times do I have to tell them to leave the swords at home when they’re not out in the field?”


“Yep, don’t mind them too much. They’re usually more bark than bite.”

As we walked down the hallway, I caught glimpses of beings seated at desks in cubicles. Some were speaking into headsets, some drinking coffee, and one was tossing pencils at the ceiling. It seemed just like every other office I’d ever seen on Earth. Except for the wings.

“This is the Heavenly side of the pod, by the way. Through that door over there is our counterpart. Some of the staff call them the baddies, but they’re not all bad. Except Cerebus keeps peeing on my rug. Damned dog.” He stopped in front of an office and gestured for me to enter.

“Thanks,” I mumbled as I opened the door. I stopped short with surprise, and Steve bumped into me.

Slumped on a chair in front of a large desk was a huge male of obvious celestial rank. His inky black wings fluttered, then folded, blending in with his leather jacket and black jeans. His dirty biker boots, which he’d propped on the desk, were encrusted with dirt and blood, and I swallowed down a wave of fear.

When he met my gaze, something I’d never felt before flooded my system: lust. Or disgust… possibly a mixture of the two.


The man grinned at me, a flash of white teeth against his darkly handsome features.

“Oh, this is going to be good.” He purred in a low growly voice. “Fresh meat.”



Nikka Michaels lives in the Pacific Northwest where she spends her time cooking up romantic tales to satisfy her craving for HEAs with heat. A voracious reader, novice knitter and music lover she’s been known to multitask without breaking a sweat. She loves to read and write M/M romance but believes everyone deserves a love story.



Teaser - Filthy Marcellos: Giovanni (Filthy Marcellos Trilogy)
Time for another teaser from the Filthy Marcellos Trilogy. Lucian's book is just days away. Getting excited yet? I sure am. Here's a piece from the second book. Is how you would want to meet your in-laws for the first time?




It wasn’t long before Kim was traveling down an escalator, twenty or more bodies of other flyers blocking her view of the spot below. Stepping off the moving stairwell, she took two steps forward and stopped.
Leather shoes, navy slacks, and a dress shirt rolled up to the elbows caught her attention instantly. A jacket was tossed over the man’s arm, his other held up so he could read the piece of white paper in his hand. Despite his dressy attire, his stance was casual and unbothered.
How could Kim not recognize the man standing in front of her?
Antony Marcello had been the most enigmatic and noticeable presence in the church and plaza the day of his oldest son’s wedding. He was the first man her father pointed out to her so she would know who he was. They hadn’t been introduced that day, as Kim focused her attention in Gio’s direction, but she knew the man on sight.
Not that Kim could forget a face, but Antony’s features held the familiarity of his son, too. It was immediately comforting and she didn’t even know him, not really.
Antony glanced up from the paper in his hand, his eyes meeting Kim’s only a few feet away. An easy, slow smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Hello, Kimberlynn.”
Kim blinked, surprised to hear her name coming from him. “You know me?”
“Of you,” Antony corrected gently. “Though I’m sure we’ll have the chance to get to know one another a lot better over the next little while. I only recognize you because I pulled up some public information last night when I couldn’t sleep. Just to be safe, I figured I should be able to pick your face out of a crowd. I’m glad I did. Gio made the choice I thought he would.”
“Sending me, you mean.”
“For one.” Antony waved the paper in his hand. “Amber is an interesting middle name. Where does it come from?”
How did he know that?
“My grandmother from my mother’s side.”
“Not Italian, I take it.”
“No, but my grandfather was,” Kim answered. “As is my father.”
“I’m aware,” Antony intoned dully.
Kim couldn’t contain her snort of amusement. Antony’s dislike of Nunz was as clear as day. Gio had warned her ahead of time his father wouldn’t be pleasant on any topic that referred to Nunz Abella.
“What’s funny, Kimberlynn?”
“Kim. I prefer Kim.”
“Good. I thought Kimberlynn was a bit …”
“Stuffy?” Kim asked, filling in the blank she’d always known.
Antony chuckled. “Exactly.”
“Gio warned me about your distain for my father. That’s what I was laughing about.”
“Giovanni was correct. You don’t seem too offended, though. Sadly, I’m not surprised.”
“I haven’t liked my father for a long time,” Kim replied.
“Well, we have one thing in common already."

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Blog Tour: Spotlight on Raritan Manor Ranch series by @CRMoss - @EvernightPub

Raritan Manor Ranch series by +C.R. Moss 

Paranormal, Time Travel, Erotic Romance

Dream Across Time – Raritan Manor Ranch 1

A woman in love. A ghost in need. A man possessed.

Evelyn Sheridan is in love with Raritan Manor Ranch’s resident ghost, Quinn, but can only experience his embrace in her dreams.

Quinn VanAlder, who doesn’t realize he’s a ghost, loves Eve and wishes she’d stop saying they can’t be together. While at the ranch, Alex VanAlder arrives for a visit, and Evelyn’s hopes rise. Perhaps she will be able to have a real relationship after all. Alex, though, has no interest in Evelyn. Yet, every time the house cat, Myrddin, comes around, Alex feels like a man possessed and wants Eve with a passion. Caught between loving a ghost and putting up with a man who can’t make up his mind, Evelyn is at a loss. 

Can the magic of the ranch help Evelyn to stop being caught between two worlds?

Journey Across Time – Raritan Manor Ranch 2

There is magic on the ranch.

A woman examining life. A man on a quest. Time restores his spirit and her love.

Trent, a man in the past on a mission to discover where he belongs, embarks on a spiritual journey. His spirit guide, to his dismay, is a frisky feline named Myrddin. During a ritual, the cat brings the soul searcher forward into Julie VanAlder’s world.

Julie is attracted to the newcomer on the ranch, but his strange mannerisms and speech dictate she use caution, especially when she learns where he’s from. A botched
relationship, supposed time travel, spiritual mumbo jumbo … it’s almost too much for Julie to take.

Can Trent make her believe in destiny and win her love before it’s too late?

A Wish Across Time – Raritan Manor Ranch 3

A woman once shunned. A man now changed. There’s a thin line between love and hate.

When Wiccan practitioner Cassandra VanAlder encounters a man from her past who’d broken her heart, she casts some spells to help herself while wishing karma would deal out some payback. The spells turn against her, and before she knows it, she finds herself falling for him again.

Ryan Keene finds Cassandra enchanting and feels he’s met her somewhere before. She and her best friend, Debi, won’t give him any clues as to her identity. He loves challenges and doesn’t plan to back off from her until he finds the answers he seeks. He's told he has three dates to win her over.

Will she close off her heart or will she allow herself to feel again?

PG Excerpt - A Wish Across Time by C.R. Moss
Her gaze darted from the paper to the people at the altar. Rings. Her heart sank in anguish. Sorrow sat heavy on her stomach. She fingered the black cat pin she wore on the lapel of her navy blue jacket. The handmade accessory was an artist’s rendition of her cat, Myrddin.

That night, long ago, when Ryan had dumped her, a kitten had wandered out of the tree line surrounding the mountain home of her childhood and into her life. The cat seemed to have known she
needed consoling. It only took an instant for the two of them to become attached to each other. 

Myrddin grew to be a great companion and familiar. Cassandra had the pin created and cast a spell on it to always stay connected and comforted by her feline friend. Sometimes she wondered if Myrddin would have trotted out of the tree line had she and Ryan stayed together.

Ryan rubbed the back of his neck again and glanced into gathered throng of guests. His haunting gaze caught hers.

“Ryan…psst…Ryan,” the groom uttered.

Ryan shook his head and looked at the man in front of him. Subdued snickers tittered through the sanctuary.

“The rings, please?” The minister held out his hand.

“Oh, geez, sorry,” Ryan stammered, shoved his hand into his pocket, and fumbled to remove the rings. He held the bands out in the palm of his hand.

The minister blessed them and handed one to Lara and the other to the groom. Jeffrey placed the band on Lara’s finger, repeating the words per the minister’s prompts, “I give you this ring as a symbol of my love and faithfulness. As I place it on your finger, I commit my heart and soul to you. I ask you to wear this ring as a reminder of the vows we have spoken today, our wedding day, and as a reminder of my undying love for you.”

Cassandra drew in a shuddering breath. Way back when, on an autumn evening, Ryan had almost said the same to her during a romantic moment. Remembering his words, tears clouded her eyes. You’re my love. My heart and soul I promise to you with this ring. He had then slipped a silver ring with a solid, milky white opal heart shape onto her right finger, the humps facing her nail, and placed a soft kiss on her lips. Her heart had been captured.

What a fool I was then.

Ryan glanced her way again.

She traced the edge of her pin and nibbled her lip. Was he trying to place her? Figure out who she was? A shiver ran through her body.

“Cass? Are you all right? You’ve gone pale,” Julie murmured near her ear.

Cassandra nodded, keeping her gaze glued to the wedding ceremony while toying with the cat pin. Calm yourself. You’re not that young girl anymore.

Lara took the other ring. She placed the band on Jeffrey’s finger and repeated the vows, “I give you this ring as a symbol of my love and faithfulness. As I place it on your finger, I commit my heart and soul to you. I ask you to wear this ring as a reminder of the vows we have spoken today, our wedding day, and as a reminder of my undying love for you.”

“By the power vested in me by the State of Nevada,” the reverend stated, “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss each other.”

Jeffrey and Lara sealed their vows. Ryan took one more look in her direction. One of his eyebrows rose in tandem with the corner of his lips.

Her gaze widened. No. He can’t remember. I can’t deal with him. I don’t want to deal with any man, not after what he did—and after the fiasco with Charlie.

She touched her pin and chanted under her breath, begging the universe to make him forget any memories he had of her.

Across Time

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C.R. Moss Bio
An eccentric and eclectic writer, C.R. Moss pens stories for the mainstream and erotic romance markets, giving readers Worlds of Possibilities.

More about C.R. Moss: 
So what does she write? She writes stories from the light and sweet to the dark and deadly with varying degrees of sexual heat. Writing as C.R. Moss gives her and her muses the
freedom to explore worlds of possibilities when it comes to love. And where does the tag line “Love & Lust in the Wild West” fit in? Well, for one, she lives in NV. Two, her stories take place, either in part or in full, in and around the Las Vegas area. In fact, even this website sports “a look of home.” 

The background picture was taken in an area just a few miles west of Las Vegas and happens to be the inspiration for the setting of the Double D Ranch Tales

She also has a passion for penning dark fiction. Writing under the name Casey Moss allows her to slate other stories under Horror ~ Paranormal ~ Suspense ~ Thriller ~ Urban Fantasy.  Visit:

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