Kitty Kitty, Bang Bang – Celebration

September 19, 2013

I’m so terribly excited. My alter ego, Harlowe Wilde is releasing a book this week. Kitty Kitty, Bang Bang, an erotic novella debuts this Friday. Commence with the fanfare and confetti.

To celebrate, I will be give one lucky reader will randomly be chosen for a free copy of the eBook. All you need to do is leave a comment. That’s it!



Reilly Shay has built a reputation as a highly successful cat burglar. Her current contract—to steal a one-of-a-kind diamond bracelet—puts her one step closer to freedom from her employer. But she suspects her days are numbered. She’s a target for cops and crooks, and no one has her back since her ex-partner, and ex-lover, Grant Aubrey turned on her.

Grant gladly takes the job to capture Reilly at her latest heist. He loved her and she betrayed him. Case closed. But as he waits in the shadows of a Greek villa and watches her crack the safe, old desires emerge. And, suddenly, taking her in isn’t nearly as enticing as just taking her.

Will one night of dangerous passion be the death of them both.


Damn. Reilly never got tired of the rush of cracking a safe. She swallowed her excitement as the safe’s lock whirred open. Slowly, savoring the moment, she opened the metal door. The diamond and pink-orange sapphire encrusted bracelet shined brilliantly under the tiny display light inside. Even as she removed it from its perch in the safe, the gemstones captured the moonlight filtering in from the balcony windows. Gorgeous.

Reilly couldn’t help the triumphant smile. The piece would look lovely with the matching necklace and earrings she’d already secured.

She wrapped the bracelet in a black felt cloth and tucked it into her utility belt. She closed the safe door and returned the exquisite oil painting of an Italian garden back on the hook, hiding the wall vault. Now all Reilly needed was the ring and the Lotus Collection would be complete. And then she could finally take that vacation to Belize. She closed her eyes imagining the warm tropical breeze tickling her skin and the fruity savor of a mango daiquiri.

“What took you so long?”

Reilly’s heart lodged into her throat. She whirled around, her Glock drawn, aiming into the darkness. Even if he hadn’t spoken, she’d recognize Grant’s wide build lounging in the shift of shadows. His back to the bay of windows and the shimmering Mediterranean Sea behind him created an aura around his form. Though she couldn’t see his face, she heard the smile in his voice. God, she missed that smile.

“Traffic was bad.”

Grant chuckled. “Same ole Reilly Shay.”

She inched forward, keeping her gun trained on him. She was no fool. Reilly couldn’t see it, but she knew damn good and well he had a gun on his lap pointed at her.

“How’d you know I’d be here?”

“It was only a matter of time,” he said. “Word has it someone’s hacking and disarming sophisticated security systems and disappearing without a trace with the Lotus pieces. Only you have that type of skill. Only you would leave more valuable and easily accessible treasures behind.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere.” She tasted the bitterness in her tone.

“There was a time it got me everywhere,” he said.

And anywhere. But that was before Paris. Before he ruined it all. Grant Aubrey had shattered her trust in him when he gave her up to Interpol to save his own ass. She’d barely escaped the authorities when they moved in on the flat she shared with him. The ugly scar from the bullet she took in the shoulder offered her a daily reminder to trust no one—even the man she once so desperately loved. Wearing a bikini had never been the same since.

And, if you are so inclined, show some love by ‘liking’ Harlowe’s Facebook page.

Don’t forget! Leave a comment for a chance to win a copy. 

Cover Reveal! Kitty Kitty, Bang, Bang

September 11, 2013

I am so terribly excited! I’m launching a new phase in my career, dipping my toes into a new genre.  Well, maybe not dipping. More like diving.

Meet Harlowe Wilde, author of steamy, dangerous and erotic romance. She’s brand spanking new. Emphasis on spanking. And because I, er, Harlowe, can’t seem to behave and write a story without  trouble or a gun, these stories will not only be hot with raw, honest passion, but full of risky adventures. Starting with KITTY KITTY, BANG BANGComing September 20th!




Reilly Shay has built a reputation as a highly successful cat burglar. Her current contract—to steal a one-of-a-kind diamond bracelet—puts her one step closer to freedom from her employer. But she suspects her days are numbered. She’s a target for cops and crooks, and no one has her back since her ex-partner, and ex-lover, Grant Aubrey turned on her.

Grant gladly takes the job to capture Reilly at her latest heist. He loved her and she betrayed him. Case closed. But as he waits in the shadows of a Greek villa and watches her crack the safe, old desires emerge. And, suddenly, taking her in isn’t nearly as enticing as just taking her.

Will one night of dangerous passion be the death of them both.

Please show Harlowe some love by visiting (and liking) her new Facebook page. And while you are at it, visit her website.

Looking forward to this new venture. Won’t you join me?

MuseTracks Guest – Selena Laurence

April 22, 2013

Contemporary romance author and dog-lover, Selena Laurence, is celebrating her debut release of Love, Lies, and British Spies with Crimson Romance out TODAY.  She’s sharing her release day with us, and she’s brought an excerpt.

Welcome, Selena!


Snow. As I write this, it is EVERYWHERE! At least everywhere that I am. Yes, snow in April. Buckets of it, barrels of it, about two feet of it right outside my backdoor.

Which is why it’s a good thing that I’m a Romance writer. Because if I’ve ever needed to get away from it all, now would be the time. That’s one of the reasons I love Romance novels so much, and also why I write them – to Escape the Everyday.

When I write a book, I want it to distract you, entertain you, help you forget about the taxes and the kids and the guy next door who is standing in the front yard right now in his underwear (just take my word for it). A Romance novel is the ultimate escapism and that’s just fine. Not everything has to be serious or contribute to discussions on world politics. Some things are just for fun, like LOVE, LIES, AND BRITISH SPIES. It’s my first book, and it’s for the fun of it. A spy who’s sexy, a heroine who’s spunky, evil terrorists who aren’t really all that evil, and some awesome settings. Grab it for your next plane ride or transit commute, or while you’re sitting around waiting for soccer practice to be over. It won’t alter the course of global warming, but it’ll warm you up on the inside, and sometimes that’s just as important.

British SpiesBook Blurb: LOVE, LIES, AND BRITISH SPIES

After an engagement gone terribly awry, American interior designer Eva Anderson has finally met the man of her dreams. Handsome, charming Owen Martin is one of London’s most talented musicians, and he’s head over heels for Eva to boot. They fall in love, get married, and go on a fabulous honeymoon to Paris.

But Owen forgot to tell Eva one little detail: he’s actually a top secret British spy . . . oh, and there are more than a few women in his past. Unfortunately for Eva, one of those women is the beloved younger sister of Middle Eastern terrorist Hassam Khalil. Hassam wants nothing more than revenge on Owen for defiling his sister, so he kidnaps Eva.

Owen rushes to the catacombs of Paris to rescue his new bride only to discover that she’s learned all of his worst secrets and wants nothing more to do with him. From the teashops of London to the cafes of Paris and the ports of Alexandria, Owen and Eva encounter terrorists run amok, friends with the best of intentions, guns, fangirls, and espionage galore. But, will love ever be enough to overcome the lies of this British spy?


Sometime later, Eva found herself ensconced yet again in the large hotel bed, as Owen licked the last of the champagne off of her torso.

“Honey, I appreciate all of your efforts, but no matter how much you lick I’m still going to have to shower, I’m sticky from head to toe,” she said.

“I hate to break it to you love, but I’m not the least bit concerned about how sticky you might be,” he looked up at her grinning. “I just like the licking part.”

Eva rolled her eyes and went back to reading the newspaper she’d picked up from the nightstand. Owen batted the offending newsprint out of his way as he settled on Eva’s left breast. “Owen! I’m trying to read this article about the palace of Sheik Abdabayah. You should hear about this place, it’s incredible. The draperies alone must be worth in the millions of dollars.”

“And are undoubtedly used to wrap all those AK-47s he’s been shipping to Afghanistan,” Owen muttered as he buried his face in Eva’s neck.

“What did you say?” she asked. “It doesn’t say anything about him shipping guns in here. In fact, it says that he’s a member of the Saudi royal family and one of their most respected philanthropists. Last year alone he donated over fifty million dollars to Saudi hospitals and schools.”

Owen looked up sharply for just a moment, and said, “I’m sure you’re right, I must be remembering someone else. I think I read an article yesterday and it was about some Middle Eastern arms dealer, all of those names sound the same to me.”

“Maybe we should at least try to learn something about foreign affairs,” Eva replied. “Oh, let’s not,” Owen said, finally getting out of bed and heading toward the

bathroom. “Foreign affairs are more trouble than they’re worth.”

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Selena’s Bio:

Selena Laurence is a wife, and a mom, and a generally all-around nice person who woke up one day and realized that a) life wasn’t getting any longer, and b) the only thingSPaulsen_113EB she really liked to do was write and read Romance fiction. It was a lifelong tendency that started with books like PRIDE AND PREJUDICE when she was a teen, and continued in college when she would sit in the library and read Harlequins instead of studying for finals (OK, that part wasn’t terribly smart). Over the years she filled her need for romance by getting married (Mr. Laurence has a romantic streak hidden in there somewhere), watching soap operas, and dreaming about all sorts of improbable stories.

Finally, she gave in to her obsession, sat down (many times) at the local coffee shop, and wrote a book. The book was terrible, and she put it away, never to be seen again – seriously, never again. Then, she saw a special call for stories related to Greek Myths. She got an idea, found critique partners, and started all over again. She didn’t make the deadline for the special call, but she did end up with LOVE, LIES, AND BRITISH SPIES. Now, she is hard at work on her next novel and has fallen in love with her new career, although her family says she loves the dog more than anything else.

And speaking of the dog, Selena and her Goldendoodle live with two kids and Mr. Laurence in Colorado’s Rocky Mountains. They all spend a lot of time driving to soccer games and gymnastics meets. There are also two more kids in the family who got big, moved away to college, and wreak havoc on other parts of the state. They think they visit too much, Selena thinks they don’t visit enough. Contact her at:

Connect with Selena:

Twitter: @SelenaLaurence

FB: SelenaLaurenceRomanceAuthor

Thank you for being a guest here at MuseTracks, Selena. Congratulations on your debut release!

MuseTracks Guest – Serena Clarke

February 18, 2013

MuseTracks plays host today to a world-traveling, cheeky author of Contemporary Romance, Serena Clarke. her debut novel All Over The Place released from Crimson Romance TODAY! And to celebrate, she’s brought us an excerpt.

Welcome Serena!

WWW gives you wings – but don’t forget your roots

We’re so international these days. We zoom around the world by air – and by www. As soon as something happens, everyone knows about it. And while it’s happening, we’re sharing it on Facebook, or live tweeting it, or blogging about it. We’re plugged in and switched on. I don’t know about you, but I love feeling like I’m part of the world, no matter where or who I am.

But…could it be that having access to everything, all the time, is just too much? Too many choices, too many distractions, and too much to live up to?

All Over the Place cover

In All Over the Place, Livi meets Journey, a free-spirited believer in ‘voluntary simplicity’, a movement that embraces happiness through simpler living and mindful consumption. Livi has left one country in search of a new life, only to find that you can’t always outrun your past – and Journey’s words hit home. “Maybe what you think you’re searching for,” she says, “is just something to keep you busy, so you don’t have to look for what you really need to find.”

Despite our aspirations and achievements out there in the world, so many of us struggle to find our own true home. The truth is, home isn’t just about where, it’s also about who. The people you have around you – and that one special person who can be so hard to find.

I’m not suggesting we give up our international online lives. After all, here I am on an American blog, promoting a book set in London, New Zealand and Paris, featuring American, British, New Zealand, Swedish and Australian characters! And I’d love to ‘meet’ you on Twitter or Facebook. But while we’re busy looking here and there – all over the place – we’ll probably be happier if we remember what counts the most. Then wherever you are, as Phillip Phillips would say, you can make this place your home.

About All Over the Place

Livi Callaway has fled back to London after a reality TV disaster in New Zealand. Safely anonymous in the big city, she’s determined to stay under the radar from now on. But her attempts to build a new life are complicated by unexpected visitors from her old one, and new dangers and temptations lie in wait.

Late one night, she meets a mysteriously sexy American on the Underground – and the events that follow take her from Pooh Bear to the golden lights of Paris, via a trail of rock stars dead and alive. A family in disarray, a determined Swede, a crazed Australian and a childhood friend (who might yet be more than that) have her all over the place as she tries to discover the American’s secret – while keeping her own.

With help – and occasional hindrance – from her friends, what she eventually finds is something unexpected…sometimes, running away can lead you to exactly what you didn’t know you needed.


Livi had her hands full the next day getting the salon back in order after her time away. It was remarkable how a place could fall into disarray in such a short time.

But all day the idea niggled at her. Should she ring him? What the hell would she say? “Um, hello, I was just wondering, are you planning to knock off a rock star tomorrow? If so, could you please not?” As though any decent would-be assassin would confess immediately and cancel his plans.


By the end of the day, she was almost convinced that she was the only thing standing between Fleet Donnelly and an untimely end. How would she feel if she was back on the couch watching the late news on Tuesday night, and the story was now ‘Fleet Donnelly victim of transatlantic killer’? Brian Jones, Keith Moon, Jim Morrison…would that trail lead to one more headline? Okay, maybe it was delusional—but could she take the risk?


Cass, of course, thought absolutely not, when Livi asked her that night. Something had to be done. And if it meant Livi seeing the divine Ryan Velez again, all the better. When Livi pointed out that the divine Ryan Velez could, after all, be a twisted, dangerous madman, Cass said really, she thought probably not, but did Livi remember any of her self–defence moves?


She thought back to Len. Maybe she’d play it safe after all. The police knew what they were doing, surely.


On Tuesday morning she made sure to watch the news before she left for work. She yelled out for Cass to come and see. A reporter was outside the prison as Fleet Donnelly was released, wearing his signature jaunty hat, but looking less drug–addled than usual after his stint at Her Majesty’s pleasure. He stopped to light a cigarette and give the waiting cameras a peace sign. Time away clearly hadn’t dampened his swagger at all. Then she was reassured to see several very large bodyguards get him safely to an anonymous black car.


“He’ll probably be all right,” she said. “Don’t you think?”


Cass nodded. “Oh, I think so. More than likely.”


Neither felt a hundred percent convinced.


Click the link to buy All Over the Place

Serena’s Bio:

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Serena grew up in a family of itchy-footed readers and dreamers – not concentrating, reading the atlas and Narnia books, and planning to escape somewhere magical as soon as she could. When she was 16, she went from New Zealand to live in Sweden for a year. It was the beginning of many travels and adventures – and quite a few disasters! She didn’t know it at the time, but eventually she’d be grateful for all the downs as well as the ups. As writers say in the face of adversity: “I can use that.” She’s now living back in New Zealand, where she writes stories reflecting her determined belief in magic, possibility, second chances and happy endings.

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