Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Dat boy next store

The hubz and I finally went on our honeymoon in beautiful Negril, Jamaica. We made friends with locals and with visitors from all over the United States and Canada.  Our new friends were quick to acknowledge our distinctive accents.

Upon our return I began final copy edits and formatting for my most recent release Fated Desires. And the paperback cover went to print, approved by me, with an egregious error.

“…the young widower next store” instead of the accurate “…the young widower next door.” It’s vernacular, a local-ism, and embarrassing - it’s on the damn cover!

Between being called out in Jamaica for my accent and that damn phonetic typo, a friend suggested I write a blog post in Philadelphian. I thought that was a fun idea.

Thanks, Deb
This is Deb of the great idea
It’s harder than I thought it would be. I don’t exactly recognize that I’m not pronouncing a particular word correctly.  For example, did you know that

mayonnaise isn’t pronounced MAN-ASE; crayons aren't CROWNS; and spigot does not sound remotely like SPICKET - except in Philly they do.
Waz fuckin newzta me. I spell it right, I say it wrong, and I have no idea. Caus no one in Philly knows it ether. I hadda look dis shit up. No lie. And in large part thanks to

now I gotta list. Check it out:

Ain’t dat sumtim?

Monday, May 15, 2017

FATED DESIRES release day

When I first started writing Fated Souls I never imagined it would turn into the series of books about fresh beginnings, new love, the fickle hands of fate, family and friendship that it has. Each book sees me growing, not just as a writer but as a woman.

In Souls I explored my creativity, in Hearts my courage and in Fated Desires I tackled the lingering insecurities I hadn’t admitted a failed marriage had left in its wake. My emotions gave the book a chick-lit leaning my publisher wasn’t interested in pursuing, and while I edited it as much as I could without losing what had made it such a triumph to write [and it was very much a triumph to type The End as this story did not come easily or without some pain], Desires still has a decidedly empowering feel to it.

I hope that you enjoy it.

Jenna Gavin is searching for a fresh start and, more importantly, for balance. Her heart, and perhaps the hands of fate, have led her and her son to Trappers' Cove, Minnesota. Settling in the small, quirky town, she's not in the market for a casual relationship but finds herself in one with the young widower next door.

Former shortstop, Gabriel Foxx, is drawn to his difficult new neighbor. The more the prickly divorcee tries to keep him at arm's length, the more determined he is to break down her walls. He can't avoid the passion Jenna inspires and his friendship with Finn has him yearning for family, but Gabe won't allow himself to feel more.

When friendship grows complicated by stronger emotions and mutual desire just isn't enough, will love be worth the risk?

Available at the following retailers:  Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo | Google Play

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Enjoy the following excerpt from Fated Desires:

She had drifted closer to him. Or him to her. Jenna couldn’t be sure. But it would take only a shift of balance to touch her body to his. Life was about balance. And the shifting of worlds. In the space of a day her world had changed for better and for worse. She’d spent the previous nine years trying to find her balance again.

Jenna felt the familiar kick of desire. She’d never understood the girls who spoke of butterflies and stirrings. For her it was more akin to a donkey kick—pleasurable, sure, like the first jolt of caffeine in the morning and as sure and swift and strong. Her pulse sped up and she knew the vein in her neck would visibly pulse; it did when she was angry and when she was aroused. Gabe was sure to notice it. As she noticed his heart pounding against her palm in a rhythm she found seductive.

She raised her gaze from the back of her hand. His mouth was aligned with her own. She hadn’t realized how close in height they were. All she had to do was…shift.

“This is the longest conversation we’ve had.” Her voice was husky; she heard it, knew he would. He shifted, imperceptibly but she sensed it.

“Maybe this,” his voice was husky too, “is why.”

She thought she knew what he meant. The tension between them was awareness.

“The day we met I wanted to get close enough to see what color your eyes were. They’re gray. Like storm clouds. Perfect.”

Jenna could feel his breath on the flesh of her lips and her nipples tightened.


Finn’s shout was punctuated by his feet drumming down the stairs. Gabe brushed his lips over the curve of her cheek, his eyes conveying amused regret, and slipped out the back door, barely making a sound. Jenna grabbed the counter and breathed. She needed to settle herself before her son found his way to the kitchen.

What the hell?

Monday, May 8, 2017

Fated Desires Release Day Giveaway

When I first began working on Fated Souls I had only intended it to be a short, funny story about a werewolf 'marking' his woman. But it grew and it grew into characters I came to love. Characters I wasn't ready to say goodbye to despite their having found their own happily ever after. 

Unable to shake Maggie and Aidan, or the cast of quirky townsfolk that made The Cove such a delightful place to visit, I discovered I had more stories to tell. Henley and Carter's emotional journey to love blossomed. I've never written anything as quickly as I did Fated Hearts. 

However, my journey wasn't over. 

Fated Desires clawed to be told but of the three it was hardest to tell. There were many re-writes, many revisions, before the book releasing Monday May 15, 2017, was ready for readers. But it is ready and in celebration I'm offering one reader a chance to win all three Trappers' Cove romances on Fated Desires' release day. 

Good luck and enjoy.

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Thursday, April 27, 2017



“He’s back.”

Words Macy Donovan hoped to never hear.

Trace Cartwright was the maverick rodeo cowboy who broke her heart, leaving her on the steps of the church on the eve of their wedding. Now he's returned to build his home and to lay claim to her heart ... again. Macy barely survived the broken heart the first time. Does he think he can walk back into her life and take up where he left off?



All that from just a glance? It was only a swift glimpse, but Macy didn’t need more. The broad shoulders and lean hips hadn’t changed…and neither had the cocky set of the black Stetson. The man was more than a head taller than anyone around him; his straight-backed stature was a distinctive Cartwright trait, as were the green eyes inherited from his Irish mother. Macy couldn’t see his eyes from that distance, but she didn’t need to. They were forever etched in her memory. Wiping first one sweaty palm and then the other on the legs of her jeans, she increased her grip on the steering wheel while her insides continued their gymnastics.

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Born and raised in the Lone Star state of Texas, Debra grew up among horses, cowboys, wide open spaces, and real Texas Rangers.  Pride in her state and ancestry knows no bounds and it is these heroes and heroines she loves to write about the most.  She also draws upon a variety of life experiences including working with abused children, caring for baby animals at a major zoo, and planning high-end weddings (ah, romance!).
When she isn’t busy writing about tall Texans and feisty heroines, she can be found cheering on her Texas Tech Red Raiders, or heading off on another cruise adventure.  She read her first romance...Janet Dailey's Fiesta San Antonio, over thirty years ago and became hooked on the genre. Writing contemporary romances, is both her passion and dream come true, and she hopes her books will bring smiles...and sighs...to all who believe in happily-ever-after’s. 
Debra invites you to visit her website at www.debraholtbooks.com  She loves to hear from other aspiring authors or readers via email at debraholtbooks@gmail.com.  Twitter is https://twitter.com/DebraHoltBooks  and Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/DebraHoltBooks   

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Monday, April 24, 2017

It's been awhile

It occurred to me that I've been running a lot of book blasts, cover reveals, interviews and giveaways but I haven't done an original post in a long time. Now the question became what do I want to talk about?

Almost all I think about these days is my little brother. He was struck and killed by a drunk driver. Christopher was only 35 years old and the father of two small boys. Chris was a goofy guy with the kindest heart. He didn't know how to be mean. And had really bad taste in music. He worked hard, loved harder and was truly the most loyal person I ever met.

You're prepared, to some extent, to lose elderly family members. Yes, it's sad. Yes, you grieve. But when your grandparents are ill and in pain, there's a certain degree of relief in their passing. Because the people you lost lived long, full lives and deserved to pass in peace, without pain. Losing the youngest of us, so suddenly, so avoidably, it's wrenching. It's not something for which anyone can prepare.

You just have to learn how to live with it.

I haven't figured out how. Not yet. I don't know that I will. My family has always been very close knit. We're affectionate people that don't just love one another but enjoy each other as well. We're a unit. And we're missing a part of the whole that we'll never get back.

I'm sorry for the sad post. Apologize for dragging you down with me, if I did. I'm not looking for condolences - I don't think I can tolerate thanking another person - I just needed to write.

Christopher T. Flade
August 1981 - March 2017
If you'd like to do something to honor my brother, please donate to Mother's Against Drunk Driving. And never get behind the wheel under the influence. 

Friday, April 21, 2017

đź’•BEFORE THE FALL (Covert Passions Book 3) is LIVE!

Covert Passions Book 3 🔫

Someone has been selling secrets to the enemy. Can Paige find the traitor before he finds her?

Suspended from field duty and relying on Eoin Fitzpatrick, her lover and former MI-6 officer, CIA covert agent Paige Fleming engages in a dangerous game of cat and mouse as she hunts for a traitor within the United States intelligence community.

For Paige, the stakes are personal. She’s begun to doubt herself, her ideals, her identity following multiple tragedies and missions gone awry. Convinced that a positive outcome will redeem her, Paige is determined to bring those responsible to justice. And equally determined to avoid the intimacy Eoin demands. 

Vulnerable and volatile, the sexy spy must beat the clock and the bad guys in an off-the-books mission that holds countless lives in the balance.

Including her own. 

(sensuality: Erotic)
Available exclusively at Amazon

Enjoy the following excerpt from Before the Fall:

“Whiskey is the devil.” She mumbled into her pillow, her tongue sticking to the roof of her mouth. She could smell alcohol-laced sweat and wished the moisture would stay put. She was already dehydrated.

“Spoken like a true Irishwoman.”

Acting on instinct and training, Paige sat, the sheet pooling around her waist. One of her many guns trained on the handsome, auburn-haired man across the room from her. Startling blue eyes stared at her and a generous mouth mocked her—much as they had the first time they’d met.

“Mind lowering that, a ghrá? I’m still recovering from the last time you shot me.”

“Eoin?” Paige tossed the gun to the mattress. “What are you doing here?”

“Daniels didn’t tell you?  I’m providing field support.”

She looked at him with one eye, the other squeezed shut in a useless gesture to lessen the sun’s impact. The last time they worked together she shot him. She had believed they’d never see each other again. His gaze assessed. She pulled the sheet over herself. The unexpected modesty surprised her. His expression indicated it surprised him too.

“There is water and a shot of whiskey on your nightstand, along with a few tablets of ibuprofen I pilfered from your medicine cabinet.” He stood, his body stiff, wincing as he leaned on a cane. In the time it took for him to cross to her, his movements became more fluid. He leaned over her. “I’ll meet you downstairs. But first . . .”

Eoin skimmed his fingers along the framework of her face until he cupped her chin. His thumb brushed her bottom lip. His mouth cruised over hers in a sweet caress. “You matter.”

Paige fell back onto the bed as the door closed behind him. She’d lost count of the moments Eoin had been present in her thoughts in the three weeks since she’d left Dublin. They’d spoken once while she’d been in Prague. The conversation had ended badly. She had refused to call or text him since returning to the states. And he hadn’t, to her knowledge, attempted to contact her either. Now he was here, and providing logistical support on an internal investigation.

What is Daniels up to?

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Wednesday, April 5, 2017


Contemporary LGBT Romance, Erotic
The one Carson never thought he’d see again could be the one to save his life.

Carson never expected to see his dog or a man from his past ever again. His ex took Dragon when he left, then carelessly lost the dog.  Dragon’s been found and in the last place Carson expected to find him—a vet’s office. 

But, the surprises just keep coming.

Carson hasn’t seen Alec since school, but the feelings he had for the man haven’t abated.

When he’s reunited with Alec at the veterinary office, Carson’s got to face his feelings.
Includes scenes of spanking, oral sex, anal sex and male-male sex.


The vet turned around and smiled. “You must be Carson Welles. It’s nice to see you.”

I clamped my teeth together to keep from drooling. Eyes the color of the ocean, just enough scruff on his cheeks to cause a light burn during a kiss and those lips. Good thing I had the dog to shield me. I had to get myself under control or he’d call the cops for indecency.

He stuck out his hand. “I assume you can talk.”

I shook my head. “No—I mean, yes I can talk.” My skin crawled. The last man who got to me was my ex, Leon. Fuck. This guy had me forgetting the very manners Mama took years to instill in me.

“I’m glad we got Dragon, here, in when we did. He’s malnourished and needs a dental cleaning.” Dr. Niemi hiked one side of Drag’s jowls up. “He’s been chewing on things he shouldn’t have. I’d like him to come back in for a cleaning and to make sure he’s up to date on his shots. Can you tell me why he was loose?”

I stared at the vet, deciphering his words. I knew he’d spoken English, but I felt so out of sorts. Cleaning… shots... why was he loose? Oh, hell. “My ex took him when we split. Leon wasn’t much for closing doors or gates. My guess is Drag saw an open door and made a break for it. He doesn’t mind being confined if he’s got something to eat or a chew toy to attack.”

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Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and BDSM themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been the runner up in the Kink Category at Love Romances CafĂ© as well as nominated at the LRC for best author, best contemporary, best mĂ©nage and best anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com.

When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice. 

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