I’m so pleased to introduce my latest release LIGHT THE WAY HOME! Well, actually this is technically a re-release of my previous Samhain Publishing book SWEET FOREVER.  I recently got the rights back for it and thought it needed a new name and a brand new cover. There have been some minor changes to the story, but for the most part it’s the same love story between a woman from Maine and a cowboy from South Dakota.


Torn between the home she loves and the man shes falling in love with, Hayden must decide which one she will leave behind.

Hayden Merrick has one thing in mind when she arrives in South Dakota. To meet her grandmother for the first time, then return to the life she loves on the Maine coast. She doesn’t expect to discover the truth behind her mother’s departure from South Dakota, find the father who abandoned her or a man who could prove to be the love of her life.

Ben Winslow hasn’t much time for romance, and no woman has interested him enough until Hayden arrives at his neighbor’s home. As soon as he meets her, Ben believes she could be the woman he’s always hoped for. First he has to convince her she could love the prairie as much as the ocean.

Hayden’s plans to return home are put on hold as she struggles with a difficult decision. Pursue a life in South Dakota with the man she’s falling in love with, or return to the life she loves at the edge of the ocean.

Ben hopes he can give her the best of both worlds.

You can purchase LIGHT THE WAY HOME at Amazon for 3.99 for your Kindle.

TAMING MISS TISDALE by Jessica Johnson

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Good Morning! I’m pleased to host Jessica Jefferson and her latest release, historical romance TAMING MISS TISDALE.  As part of her book tour she will be giving away a $50 Amazon gift card! See the bottom of this post for more information.

I’m glad you joined me today, Jessica! Tell us a little about yourself.

Jessica: I write historical romance. I’ll read most anything, but love writing regency. I make my home in north-central Indiana. I used to live a lot closer to Chicago, and I’m still a little traumatized from the move (it’s only been ten years). I like to think that I live in “almost Chicago”, but in all reality I’m closer to Ohio than Illinois. I used to work two full time jobs – one in healthcare, the other as mother to two girls – ages 8 and 3. Now, I’m a full time writer and mother, with a dab of healthcare here and there.

Sounds like y0u keep busy! When did you start writing?

Jessica: I’ve been writing since I was little. Little stories for my friends, newspapers. I became a little more serious about it in middle school. It wasn’t till I was much older that I seriously considered writing romance as a viable option.

It’s awesome that you kept at it. That shows a definite love of writing. What does your writing area look like?

Jessica: I have a fairly nice office. But I’ve learned the only way I can write with my children at home is if I adapt and write wherever they are. So, my writing area is a laptop and a portable desk.

I know the feeling! What is your typical writing day like?

Jessica: There’s a lot of staring at the blanks screen. I’ve had the good fortune to make writing my full time career now so I’m getting better at writing on demand, but I have a long way to go.

Not too many are lucky enough to accomplish that. What do you like to do besides write?

Jessica: I love being outdoors. I’m a big hiker. We often camp as a family. Recently we’ve purchased an RV, so I’m not sure it’s really camping anymore.

It’s still camping! Camping in comfort is still camping.

Pick one word to describe yourself: Loud
Favorite animal: my dog, and English bulldog named Petey
Favorite comfort food: Chicken and Noodles
Spring, summer, autumn or winter? Autumn
Favorite book: Paradise by Judith McNaught
Favorite movie: Gone with the Wind
If you weren’t a writer, what would you want to do? That was my dream job, I didn’t have a back up dream job …
Best vacation ever: Tour of Europe

I just finished reading Paradise a few weeks ago. Awesome book!  Thanks for taking time to talk to me. Now let’s talk about Taming Miss Tisdale!

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Miss Tamsin Tisdale believes herself to be completely unsuitable for London life. After a myriad of social mishaps, and the potential ruination of her family name, she’s shipped away to her cousin’s northern estate. Only after she comes to her senses will she be welcomed home.

Marcus Winston, the Duke of Grayson, has a lackluster reputation. The last in a dying line, he’s endured a protected life—rank with privilege, encumbered by isolation. After a brief encounter with rebellion, he learns the devastating consequences of his carelessness and willingly accepts living life from inside his gilded cage.

However, a chance meeting with the brazen Miss Tisdale gives Marc the opportunity to reinvent himself into the man he’s always dreamed of being. When his deception comes to light, and ghosts from both their pasts threaten to unravel the intimacy they’ve come to cherish, will either of them set their fears aside long enough to embrace love? Or will Miss Tisdale’s stubbornness divide them?

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Marc watched the faint outline come across the dense morning fog, becoming more discernible as it approached. The tall, thin figure was riding along at a perilous speed, given the morning’s lack of visibility. He thought perhaps it was some gangly young man misguided in the fog. It wouldn’t be the first time someone accidentally stumbled upon the vast property that made up his family’s immodest estate.
Then the fog parted in an almost biblical manner, revealing his gross inaccuracy.

Were those … breasts?

Marc closed his eyes and thought for a moment. Typically, women didn’t ride alone at such an hour and they certainly didn’t wander unexpectedly across his property. It’d been quite a while, his last birthday to be exact, since his last intimate encounter with a woman—a gift, compliments of St. Regis—so there was always the possibility that perhaps his half-drunk, sex-starved mind had conjured up the sensual image.

He shook his head, opened his eyes, and looked back again toward the horizon.

Yes, those were most certainly breasts.

And she was most definitely not a young man. The woman’s riding habit pulled taut against her body as she raced toward him. Her hair was blowing behind her—various hues of auburn and gold, like wild flames curling about in the wind. Then a decidedly feminine voice burst through the morning’s silence, interrupting his self-doubt.

“Oh, thank goodness I found you!”

This was no mirage. She was indeed very real.

And very loud.

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Author bio and links:

Jessica Jefferson makes her home in northern Indiana, or as she likes to think of it—almost Chicago. She is heavily inspired by classic sweeping, historical romance novels, but aims to take those key emotional elements and inject a fresh blend of quick dialogue and comedy. She invites you to visit her at and read more of her random romance musings. and

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I’m so excited! Soul Mate Publishing is now offering No Going Back in print!

As if moving from Los Angeles to a New Hampshire town with less than two hundred residents isn’t enough for ex-Hollywood socialite, Ari Milbanke, she has a house full of someone else’s life, the lonely ghost of a teen-aged girl and a handsome neighbor who runs a horse rescue facility. She has a lot ahead of her as she settles her two young daughters into their new life while trying to hide the one she left behind.

Sam Beauchamp was content with his life. Rescuing and training horses has always satisfied him, but when newcomer, Ari and her daughters came into his life he realized how much was missing. Even the ghost attached to the decade’s old mysterious disappearance isn’t enough to deter him. What might, though, is Ari’s inability to be open with her past and who she really is.


You can find both the Kindle version for 2.99 and print for 12.99

Check it out at AMAZON



Good morning all! It’s actually sunny out! Finally after several days of snow. It’ll be nice not to have to shovel.

I was thrilled to receive notice that Coffee Time Romance reviewed my Soul Mate Publishing release, Going Going Gone.  And it received a 5 Cup review, no less!

“…Only time can heal wounds, you probably have heard. Sometimes people get worse, and many times they get more wounds. This book is a story of a woman who has to face the main bully from her childhood head on, and he does not know who she is years later. She still has wounds, but she tries so hard to hide them. Ms. Hebert captured a traditional, sweet, yet hot and inspiring story of how one must come out of their inner bondage. It is a story of love happening in a very unconventional way. A must read for those who like to stay on their toes from beginning to end. Going Going Gone started a fire even Elijah Knight cannot put out! This book gets 5 cups. You will need all of them, so you can cool off as you read this novel!” ~ Coffee Time Romance

You can see the full review here.

Going Going Gone is available on Amazon for 2.99


TAMING JENNA by Charlene Raddon~Blog Tour

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I’m pleased to be talking about Taming Jenna by Charlene Raddon today!

Charlene will be awarding an e-copy of one of her books from her backlist at each stop to a randomly drawn commenter, and a Grand Prize of a $30 gift will be awarded to a randomly drawn commenter at the end of the tour. Make sure you let Charlene know what you think of her awesome cover and excerpt! Enjoy!

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Deserted by her father at the tender age of seven, Jenna Leigh-Whittington had taught herself to ride, shoot, brawl…and steer clear of the opposite sex. But now, in a lonely Utah canyon, the Pinkerton agent has drawn her gun on a rugged stranger—only to discover that, far from the dangerous outlaw she’d been tracking, he is Branch McCauley, hired gun…and the most irresistible rascal ever to tempt and torment a woman!


 If there’s one thing McCauley trusts less than a female, it’s a female who packs a six-gun. But what a woman! Vowing to bring the sensuous hellcat to heel, McCauley has no inkling that their passionate battle of wills has just begun. Taming Jenna will be the most seductive—and satisfying—job he’s ever taken on.



Something touched her face, something as light as a mist or a lover’s kiss. She put her hands to her cheeks and felt the moisture. Mist. Her fingers found grit the fine spray couldn’t wash off. She took a step, then another. Water pounded her feet, her calves. She reached out, only to have her hands smacked away by the force of the waterfall. She longed to stand under it, to strip off her torn, dirty clothes and wash away the grime and the soreness and the fear of trying to find her way through that pitch black mine tunnel.

How she longed to see the falls. She lifted her face toward the source and perceived moving shades of grayness among the black. There had to be a hole up there, yet she could not see it. Had night fallen outside?

Somehow the movement of the falls, the fresh scent, the liquid gurgle, made her feel less alone. She had a strong feeling some other live being occupied the dark, musty catacombs besides herself. Something besides rats and nasty dwarfs.

Her spirits climbed. No question now as to where she was—the old Murphey mine. She would follow the water’s flow, and she would get out.

Above the muted roar of the small waterfall came another sound, sharp and loud like the crack of thunder on a stormy night, followed by rolling reverberations. Angry. Ominous. Her mouth quirked at the thought: Rainstorms deep inside the bowels of the earth. Obviously, her grip on sanity was still tenuous.

She did an about-face and splashed her way down the drift. The voice of the falls followed, like a jealous lover. She attempted to laugh. At herself. At her fears. Hysteria tainted the sound.

Water swirled about her ankles and rose higher. She kept walking. Her heart caught the urgency of the torrent and thudded tumultuously inside her breast. She trembled in the wet chill of the clammy garments plastered to her body. Her hair had come loose and tumbled about her shoulders in a wild array. She pushed a wet strand out of her eyes and thought of Maura’s Irish stew. Her stomach growled.

As the stream swirled and raged about her knees, threatening to suck her into its depths, terror seized her. Two men had drowned in this mine, she remembered. Rembrandt had told her. A storm had caused a flashflood, and the men had been caught in it.

Rainstorms underground no longer seemed laughable.

She bolted blindly forward, groping at the walls with her hands to keep from falling, letting the current of the water guide her. Perspiration dripped into her eyes, in spite of the freezing temperature.

She lived now in a world without sight, without color, a world where perception came only through the senses, magnified by terror and desperation: The coarse, granular hardness of granite walls; spongy moss on splintered wood. Wetness. The smell of water, sweat, and fear. The ragged gasp of her own breath. And the roar—always the deafening roar—of the raging torrent that seemed bent on expelling her from this underground sepulcher of hell.

As the water rose to her hips, she had to move slower and more carefully. She took the Starr from its holster and tucked it inside her waistband to keep it dry. Her feet stumbled. She caught herself, stumbled again. The roar had become so much a part of her that she barely noticed the difference when the volume suddenly increased.

Her awareness of impending doom was strictly intuitive. She could see no danger approaching. But her imagination was excellent. Rising water and an indefinable change in the sound created visions in her mind that closed off her throat and sent her heart tumbling like boulders down an unstable incline.

A new sound came to her ears—her own choked whimper.

Tension mounted, keeping pace with the water’s depth and the thunderous din. A scream ripped upward from her diaphragm to lodge in her throat as she plowed clumsily forward, waiting with increasing dread for a disaster she could not see, only sense.

A sudden deluge poured over her, whipping her hair into her face, stealing her breath, snatching her feet out from under her. Her arms flailed as she sought to regain her balance. She went down. Water rushed over her and into her open mouth, her hands scraped against the floor, and silence replaced the angry thunder in her ears.

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Charlene Raddon began her fiction career in the third grade when she announced in Show & Tell that a baby sister she never had was killed by a black widow spider. She often penned stories featuring mistreated young girls whose mother accused of crimes her sister had actually committed. Her first serious attempt at writing fiction came in 1980 when she woke up from a vivid dream that compelled her to drag out a portable typewriter and begin writing. She’s been at it ever since. An early love for romance novels and the Wild West led her to choose the historical romance genre but she also writes contemporary romance. At present, she has five books published in paperback by Kensington Books (one under the pseudonym Rachel Summers), and four eBooks published by Tirgearr Publishing.

Charlene’s awards include: RWA Golden Heart Finalist, Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice Award Nomination, Affair de Coeur Magazine Reader/Writer Poll for Best Historical of the Year. Her books have won or place in several contests.

Currently, Charlene is working on her next release.


Twitter: @CRaddon

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THE SHEIK RETOLD by Victoria Vane and E.M. Hull


I’m so thrilled to be hosting The Sheik Retold by Victoria Vane and E.M. Hull. The Sheik was one of the first romances I ever read and I still have an ancient hard copy version of the book and it remains one of my favorites. When I heard Victoria Vane was going on tour with The Sheik Retold I knew I had to be a part of it!

Victoria will also award a copy of “A Wild Night’s Bride” to one lucky commenter at each spot she makes along the way of this blog tour, so please make sure you leave a comment on my blog for your chance to win!


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A haughty young heiress for whom the world is a playground…

A savage son of the Sahara who knows no law but his own…

When pride and passion vie for supremacy…

Blistering desert days are nothing compared to the sizzling Sahara nights…


My eyes tracked upward to rest on his sun-bronzed and lightly bearded face. Harsh and angular in the lamplight, it was at once the handsomest and cruelest face I had ever seen. He regarded me fiercely with scornful eyes. Those eyes! I had seen them before.

I gasped. It was him! The man from the party who had eyed me with such insolence. Even now he gazed at me as no other man had ever dared to—in a way that made me feel like a slave exposed for sale in a public market.

 “Who are you?” I asked hoarsely, speaking in French without thinking.

He replied in French as well. “I am the Sheik Ahmed Ben Hassan.”

The name conveyed nothing. “Is it money that you want? Are you holding me for ransom?”

He regarded me for a long and silent moment with an expression of contempt. “I have no need of your money.”

“What then?” I demanded, but deep down I already knew it was not a question of ransom. The way he looked at me was far too revealing and made my stomach churn. “Do you think that you can keep me here, you fool?” I lashed out in growing panic. “Do you suppose I can vanish into the desert and that no notice will be taken of my disappearance? That no inquiries will be made?”

“There will be no inquiries,” he answered me calmly.

“There will be inquiries.” I choked out. “I am not such a nonentity that nothing will be done when I am missed. The English authorities will make the French Government find out who is responsible, and you will pay for what you have done.”

“Pay?” His amused look sent a cold feeling of dread through me. “I have already paid… in gold that matches your hair, my gazelle. Besides,” he continued, “the French Government has no jurisdiction over me. There is no authority above my own.”

My trepidation was growing more terrible every passing moment. “Why have you brought me here?”

“Why have I brought you here?” He repeated with a slow and heated appraisal that made me acutely, almost painfully, conscious of my sex. “Bon Dieu! Are you not woman enough to know?”

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Victoria Vane is a multiple award-winning romance novelist, cowboy addict, and history junkie whose collective works of fiction range from wildly comedic romps to emotionally compelling erotic romance. Victoria also writes historical fiction as Emery Lee and is the founder of Goodreads Romantic Historical Fiction Lovers and the Romantic Historical Lovers book review blog. Look for Victoria’s sexy new contemporary cowboy series coming from Sourcebooks  summer 2014.






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