Saturday, August 10, 2019


LADY BALLS has it all ...

Kick ass soccer heroine. Retired NFL star hero. An all-female sports network. A fake engagement. A revealing documentary. And of course a sizzling HEA!

by Liz Crowe

Coming Friday, August 16th!

About the author:
Amazon best-selling author, mom of three, Realtor, beer blogger, brewery marketing expert, and soccer fan, Liz Crowe is a Kentucky native and graduate of the University of Louisville currently living in Ann Arbor. She has decades of experience in sales and fund raising, plus an eight-year stint as a three-continent, ex-pat trailing spouse. 

Her early forays into the publishing world led to a groundbreaking fiction hybrid, “Romance. Worth the Risk,” which has gained thousands of fans and followers interested less in the “HEA” and more in the “WHA” (“What Happens After?”). 

With stories set in the not-so-common worlds of breweries, on the soccer pitch, in successful real estate offices and at times in exotic locales like Istanbul, Turkey, her books are unique and told with a fresh voice. The Liz Crowe backlist has something for any reader seeking complex storylines with humor and complete casts of characters that will delight, frustrate and linger in the imagination long after the book is finished.

Don’t ever ask her for anything “like a Budweiser” or risk bodily injury.

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Thursday, August 1, 2019

Project Mars Series by Jacey Holbrand and Elizabeth Monvey

NEW SERIES from the writing team of Jacey Holbrand and Elizabeth Monvey!

Future, Broken 
by Jacey Holbrand and Elizabeth Monvey

Project Mars, 1
Nathaniel Stockton and Grover Silas Ranger are faced with the ultimate test to their relationship when the Project Mars Lottery comes to town. Nate wins a chance to have his dreams come true: to live and work on the red planet with his love. Yet his husband, Ranger, doesn't see the point of going from one bad place to another. But an evil organization called Sector has a completely different idea for the couple.

Kidnapped, experimented on, impregnated, and sent to Mars, Nate realizes too late he trusted the wrong people.

Ranger fights to find a way to Nate. Will he make it to his love before their dreams and lives are irrevocably broken by distance, a pregnancy, and the corrupt agency?
Be Warned: m/m sex, MPREG

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Future, Betrayed 
by Jacey Holbrand and Elizabeth Monvey

Project Mars, 2
In the future, be careful who you trust…

Ben Stockton lives on a dying Earth. A poisoned atmosphere and fertility issues are only two of the reasons people flock to the Project Mars Lottery, hoping to win a chance to go to the Red Planet. When Ben’s husband, Dain, is targeted as a potential DNA donor, the once exciting prospect of starting over turns into a nightmare. 

Forced to work for the governmental scientific agency, Sector, Dain is sent to Mars on a secret mission, while Ben has to remain behind. Separated from each other, they try to cling to the memories of their love as well as the hope that one day they’ll be reunited.

But Sector has different plans for the couple. Unbeknownst to Ben, Sector has used him as a test subject in a desperate bid to cure the sterility problems facing the human race. Impregnated and left alone, Ben stumbles upon the underground resistance. It will take all his strength to find the love of his life before Dain is lost to him forever.
Be Warned: m/m sex, MPREG

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Sunday, June 30, 2019

#PRIDE DAY POST: Perception by Serenity Snow

In honor of pride month, we've asked our LGBTQ+ authors what PRIDE means to them. Please welcome Serenity Snow to the blog today...

Even in today’s society being a lesbian still raises brows as much as being gay does. Curious stares abound and that’s okay, but hate is unacceptable. 
Love doesn’t come in colors—I don’t see color really which is one of the reasons I write interracial romance and why my characters are often neither black nor white. I’m neither. I’m Indian, black, and white. I see a rainbow rather than race, and I see the same when it comes to love. 
I think if two consenting adults find something special in each other, it’s no one’s right to contradict that. It’s as natural for two women or two men to love each other as it is for a man and a woman to love each other. Love doesn’t feel differently, act different, or hurt differently because it’s two people of the same sex. 
I know women who refuse to acknowledge their sexuality and live as unhappy straight women. They deny being lesbian for fear of losing family support, of losing religious support, and even friends.   
Criticism can be very difficult to deal with in sexuality and even more so than in other areas of life because it’s one of the points that society seem to agree is wrong or not right. Ironically, I don’t think the criticism is as much about the love as it is about the sex.
I think for a lot of straight people sex is an issue in so many ways and when you add two people of the same sex into the mix you add another layer that’s almost taboo. So much about sex is still dirty or unmentionable to people. 
Oral. Anal. To do or not to do and the very idea of gay people engaging in the taboos seem to terrify some people as if the planet will flip over. 
Course when people aren’t bringing in sex it’s the crutch of religion. My fave—god create Adam and Eve not Adam and Steve. Well, hell, Steve didn’t bring up from nothingness. He got created too. It saddens me to hear people using faith as means to justify their own fear when sexuality doesn’t rub off. So, there’s no reason to attack someone for loving differently. 
I rarely incorporate issues with sexuality in my books but in the ones that I have, I take from my own life and experience with familial reactions to the gay family members. The cruel attempt to control and shape, or change, or shame into straightness, are things I’ve known. The rejection is kept to a minimum but it’s there in the cold stares and scrunched up faces as if there was a bad smell in the air. 
Where there are two consenting adults, I don’t see an issue. I think the love should bloom like a sunflower—big and beautiful. 

Law and Love, 1
Lucky Cane is a hotshot criminal defense attorney coming off a big win when her ex Caroline Woodland asks her for help. Lucky’s reluctant to be anywhere near the closeted lesbian she fell in love with during their brief fling, but something about Caroline won’t let her walk away.
Caroline knows Lucky is a threat to her safe way of life. Getting too close to her will tear her world apart, but Caroline is a social worker and she knows Lucky is the only person who can help an orphaned teenage-girl accused of murdering her mother.
Lucky is all set to pass the case off to avoid contact with Caroline. However, Lucky quickly realizes the teenager holds the answers to more than just one murder, but can she keep the girl alive and prevent Caroline from breaking her heart again?
Be Warned: f/f sex, sex toys

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Friday, June 21, 2019

Happy National Selfie Day!

We asked our authors to take a selfie for National Selfie Day and they delivered! Here are just a few of the wonderful faces behind our smart and sexy romance...

Wednesday, June 19, 2019

A Very Special New Release: The Tattoo Artist’s Mate by Doris O'Connor and Raven McAllan

Earlier this year our Evernight Family lost our beloved longtime author, Doris O'Connor. Please welcome Doris's best friend, Raven McAllan, as she talks about how she finished the story they started together...


I’m so happy—and incredibly sad—to be able to say that the last book the lovely Doris O’Connor had an input in is now out. I know that is a contradiction, but I’m sure you know what I mean.

The Tattoo Artist’s Mate.

This story was plotted out by the two of us, in my study a couple of years ago over a gin and tonic (or three) with lots of snorts and giggles. A page of notes on my lap top cryptically called ‘Ours J n D. Gaspar’. (J for Jo, my non-author name) As with a lot of other, must do, one day things, life got in the way, and it got put to one side. We talked about ‘oh we must write that one day,’ and got no further.

Until recently.

And in the worst of all circumstances.

As I’m sure most of you know, Doris lost her battle with cancer of an unknown primary earlier this year.

I feel part of me is missing. 

Try as I might I can’t find it. 

It’s so hard; she was the sister I’d never had. Both only children we clicked when we first met online in a group for aspiring writers, and even more so when we met in real life. We were, we decided sisters, under the sun.

Over the years we have nagged, encouraged, laughed and cried with each other.

The first time Doris was asked to add a certain sex scene into a story, it’s a wonder Skype didn’t crash the amount of words that went on. When I had to fathom out what a Regency Dom would use in a certain scene, ditto. We discussed out plots, where our books were set, and beta’d each other’s work. We called it ‘rediting’. I.e. red penning it, (or whatever color type we felt like using.) We were, we both admitted, each other’s harshest critic. Which was welcome. There was never any need to hold back on telling the truth, and yes sometimes it was harsh, but hey ho, we never held it against each other. It was always honest and what was needed.

My husband and I (I sound like the Queen here ;) ) were over the moon to be asked to be honorary grandparents to her youngest when he was born. Before long we were grandparents to all of Doris and Tony’s children. Fantastic. An honor we love.

However, I digress.

Back to Gaspar.

Around 4 years ago we wrote (again giggling in my study) a time slip story, The Duke’s Christmas Abductions, and it was great fun. But with both of us busy, the ‘we must do it again’ apart from that one page if notes, kept getting put back.

Fast forward to the end of last year. 

Doris went into hospital and was bored. I unearthed our notes, wrote my first bit and sent it to her, with a note. ‘Over to you.’

She laughed and added a bit. The ‘me a bit, her a bit’ went on until she couldn’t write any more. I promised her that as we had started it, I would finish it, and use our original ideas.

So I did. This is our joint story. 

I hope it works for you, and you enjoy it as much as we and then I enjoyed writing it. (If you can say that about something so bitter sweet. There were more than a few tears shed.)

I hope I’ve added what was needed to finish our joint story.

And I hope it’s what she would have wanted. (I haven’t had any shouting in my ears saying Jo, for goodness sake just do a, or b, already, so fingers crossed it is.)

The Tattoo Artist’s Mate 
by Doris O'Connor and Raven McAllan

Bare Alley Ink, 1
When Isla Campbell leaves her so-called Dom, she is determined never to sub again. All she wants is her tattoo removed and to live a quiet life with no dominant, or domineering men, in it.

Until she meets Gaspar MacDonald, tattoo artist and, unbeknownst to her, a bear shifter.

Isla calls to Gaspar in the most basic of ways—he knows she is his mate.

Now all he has to do is persuade Isla of that fact. Oh, and explain he’s a Dom, and a shifter, and that subbing for your Dom is not what she thought it was, but much better.

Will Isla ever trust him enough to discover if they have what would be the perfect match?
Be Warned: BDSM, spanking

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