Friday, September 14, 2012

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It HAS been a long time since our debut posting...and Kat and I were neck to neck with her book,

The LIGHTHOUSE and my book


However, I have to give Kat Holmes, my most gifted daughter, extra points...her book is now available as BOTH e-book AND print. My SANTA IS A LADY is still only available as an e-book...but there are rumors it may be available just in time for THIS Christmas' gift giving in print as well...Still my daughter is a point ahead of me, L.J. Holmes.

It's time to move on to the next round of our books...

First debuted in February 2011...and it's a short story but with one BIG surprising ending that leaves everyone shaking their heads long after they finished reading it...or so they've told me.

Allow me to introduce


A Short Story by: L.J. Holmes
Genre: Contemporary Romance Erotica - Naughty but Nice!
Release: February 2011
Editor: Carrie RO
Line editor: Antonia Tiranth
Cover artist: Delilah K. Stephans
Word count: 3912
Pages: 19
ISBN: 978-1-926931-37-1
E-book price: $1.99
Warning: This has SOME sexual mild sexual content.
Coryne reluctantly hired, for her own peace of mind, the all too handsome Keith Patterson and his crew to build a very special house on her time limits.
Moving a small camper trailer to the site, Coryne keeps a close eye on the progress. Problem with that is she also is forced to be in close proximity to that very handsome, all too deliciously seductive Keith Patterson.

Resisting him is a full time job, and one she would have had enough trouble handling, but he made it harder because he let her know he was not at all adverse to the temptation she poses. She must resist...mustn't she?

Follow Coryne and Keith right to the very surprising ending and Coryne's "Forever With You" moment.
She lifted her tank top over her head and her full breasts puckered and tightened in the light breeze playing through the trees. The biker shorts, hugging her womanly curves, and her lacy, blue panties followed, as did the band in her hair and the sandals on her feet.
Gracefully, she dove deeply into the cold mountain water. Her whole body tingled. She loved swimming. In the city she’d been forced to always go somewhere where she was required to wear some form of suit. But here, there were no neighbors to be incensed by her boldness, nor any dirty, old men drooling over the slightest hint of her ripened cleavage.
She swam with vigor, stretching her body to its limits before turning over to float and indulge in some mindless woolgathering, her wet, black hair fanned out around her.
Reviews: I came to know Coryne intimately through her thoughts. Ms Holmes reaches inside her character to provide the reader with a deep insight into what drives this woman. With no need to work for money, Coryne shows her compassionate side as she puts her extensive legal training into representing battered women and their children. Sue Book Reviews - READ FULL REVIEW
You’d be forgiven, when reading Forever With You, that it’s “just another romance book”. Well, think again. Yes, it follows the great pattern of woman meets man, woman is attracted to man, man reciprocates the feelings, but with a twist at the end that you won’t see coming. Upon reading this twist, I was thrown into Question Land after a whispered “Oh!” came out of me because I was shocked at the book even having a twist. -Miz Love Loves Books - 5/5 review - READ FULL REVIEW
Ms. Holmes pulls from a believable relationship situation and creates an interesting, heart-touching story. She glides the reader along in the story through Coryne’s eyes, and it all comes together in a satisfying twist-of-fate ending. Beautiful! Kay Dee Royal review READ FULL REVIEW
This short story is only nineteen pages long, but those pages will keep you on the edge of your seat wondering why Coryne is so resistant to Keith’s charm and availability and how he will break down her walls. I highly recommend this entertaining and surprising read. Rochelle Weber review...READ FULL REVIEW


In March 2011 I also released another semi-full length novel called

THE PENDULUM SWINGS. This is my first fantasy...and Time Travel...sort of and this means I'm ahead, right? And it does have a really amorous fireplace to warm and titillate the cockles of the sexiest of men.

Author: L.J. Holmes
Genre: Time Travel Fantasy Romance Erotica
Release: March 2011
Editor: Carrie RO
Line Editor: Greta Gunselman
Cover Artist: Delilah K. Stephans
Word count: 17901
Pages: 59
ISBN: 978-1-926931-40-1
Price: $3.50
Warning: Adult Content
When you wake up in a strange room, that's bad, but when you wake up in a strange body, time, and everyone hates you, that's REALLY bad...and terrifying.
What do you do when your last memory is being skewered to death and your next is waking up in the body of another, thousands of years in the future?
You set out to be yourself and win over these future beings of course, because for some reason, the gods of your time have decided this is where you are supposed to live out the rest of your life.
Follow Siri as she belly dances, laughs, and teases her way through the distrust of the woman whose body she now inhabits, turning an entire household of haters into her staunchest fans...except for him. Can she win him over, or is he determined to only see the shell of who she used to be?
Jason lifted the bottle from the bottom drawer, twisted the top open, placed it to his lips and chugged. The liquid, nasty and foul tasting, burned a long path all the way into his stomach. There it formed a blazing ball of misery, so Jason chugged again and slipped into the blood red leather chair, propped his feet up, and tipped the bottle back again.
As the warmth in his stomach radiated, his nerves began to settle and his words came back in bold detail.
Oh God, he thought, snapping his feet back to the floor. He told Siri he was filing for a divorce in the morning.
I don’t want to file for divorce—do I? Not yet! Later, most definitely, but not yet!
That’s ridiculous! I should get a divorce now. Wouldn’t it be better to cut my losses and get on with my life?
Despite his threat, he knew he didn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of winning custody of his beloved daughter. Once Joanna’s memory returned, she’d have him for fraud and anything else her evil little mind could come up with if he took her daughter.
Until her accident he wouldn’t have thought Mandi meant anything to Joanna, but  Siri, could not be a more loving, attentive mother.
Where did that leave him? Right here, if he wanted to be.
It was quite obvious Siri didn’t want him to leave. In fact, it was quite obvious Siri wanted him. God, she went up like a Roman candle in his arms.
So why am I down here drowning my sorrows in a bottle of Irish mash? Why not upstairs buried deeply inside Siri’s volatile heat?
Cause I’m an ass.
A lesser man would have taken all Siri offered. It didn’t mean he had to commit to her. But as long as he was the husband, wasn’t he entitled to the fruits of his wife’s bounty?
He could see no reason to be locked in this awful room, pickling his innards in 120-proof grain alcohol when his body was strung tighter than a hot wire.
He’d played the good husband long enough. It was time he got his. Dammit, she owes me.
He’d been incredibly loyal to the heartless wench.
Jason set the bottle down with more vigor than finesse. It caught the edge of the desk, tipped over, and sloshed all over the side of the desk onto the thick sponge of the imported carpeting.
Joanna was going to have his hide. In that case, maybe he should just have hers first.
Righteously, Jason stumbled to his feet and tried to stand straight. The floor was drunk.
“Can’t handle your mash!” he accused the spreading stain. “Shame on you.”
Teetering against the rolling of the boozing floor, Jason managed, with much effort, to reach the door, but the stubborn thing refused to open. He dropped to the floor staring perplexed at the offending doorknob.
“Wanna keep me in here just in case the floor ties one on?” he asked the door. He turned his head and waited, but the door remained silent. “Not gonna answer!” He looked around the room, zeroing in on the mantle. Maybe there was a secret panel leading directly to milady’s boudoir. He’d read plenty of adventure stories when he was a kid, and there was always a secret passageway between the study and the lady-of-the-manor’s bedroom. Wasn’t Joanna’s great-great-great-great-whatever a pirate? Anthony Moore would have sunk the ship, but the great-great…now there was a brigand.
No self respecting brigand would have built a study without a secret passageway.
Jason stumbled back to his feet. The walls were crooked. Glancing back at the floor, he scolded the floor for feeding its mash to the walls, too. “Bad enough you had to sink into the pits of intoxication, you had to take the walls with you. You’re not nice Mr. Aubusson.”
The carpet ignored his rebuke, and the mantle seemed an awfully long way away. Either that or he was taking baby-steps, and for the life of him he couldn’t think why he would be doing that. Any more than he could figure out why the mantle curtsied for him. “What is this?” he drawled. “Don’t tell me now you want to dance?”
He stumbled over his own feet, reached out and caught the mantle ledge “I don’t think this is the right position for belly dancing, but hell, I’m game.”
The mantle dipped, swung, and spun him around until he felt quite dizzy. “Look Old Girl,” he said to the mantle’s carved trim, “this has been fun, but I’ve got to find that passageway. Don’t suppose you’d care to save me from tripping my fingers all over you by telling me where to look?”
The mantle remained stubbornly mute.


I have to be fair here and tell you all, Kat's writings are usually fuller of body because she creates mini-epics compared to my little short stories...and she did not disappoint with her amazing April 2011 release


Here Kat created an entire world that lives in perpetual ice, with its own god Tichi and goddess queen Awni. Into this strange world, a man from our world is swepy by circling lights and dumped, knee deep in a snow drift so out of time and place, he's barely able to snort when rogh hands snatch him and dump of all places...a castle dungeon?.

Book One in the Artica Lights series
Author: Kat Holmes
Genre: Paranormal  Romance Erotica
Release:April 2011
Editor: Carrie RO
Line editor: Greta Gunselman
Cover artist: Delilah K. Stephans
Word count: 21741
Pages: 64
ISBN: 978-1-926931-46-3
Price: $3.50
Brent Larkin came to Antarctica to study penguins. He didn’t come looking for either adventure or romance. But when a freak storm blows in and he loses his way, that’s exactly what he gets. Attacked by some bobbing lights, he suddenly finds himself in a wintry forest surrounded by men with swords pointed at him. The next thing he knows he’s in a dungeon and chained to the wall.
Awni is the queen of Artica, a land of eternal winter. The daughter of a god, Awni’s cursed to never know the touch of another. Her icy skin is death for anyone who dares to touch her flesh. But, when a mysterious stranger shows up in her lands, she finds herself drawn to him. Eager to learn about his world, she invites him to spend time with her only to be shocked when he touches her and doesn’t freeze to death.
But Artica is a land ruled by tradition. Though she longs to keep Brent with her, the laws of the land force her to send him home. But without him, both she and the land begin to suffer. Now, Awni is facing the same peril as one of her ancestors. And if she perishes like her ancestor did, all of Artica will pay the price. Can Brent, returned to his own world, somehow find his way back and save her before all is lost?
Groaning, Awni stood and stretched. Her muscles had tightened during the course of the meal. She picked up her glass and walked over to the balcony, but left the door closed. Brent wasn’t dressed for the outdoors.
“Come here, I want to show you something.”
Groaning, she guessed at his own stiff muscles, Brent got up and walked over to where she was. She pointed outside.
“This is Artica. Isn’t she beautiful?”
Awni held her breath as he took in the view. For some reason, his answer was very important to her. She watched as his eyes widened and he looked out in amazement.
“I didn’t get to see any of this when I first got here, but it’s stunning. You have hills, and forests, and plenty of animals who seem to like the cold weather.”
She smiled. “Yes, this land has been blessed. Life thrives here, and the beauty is unspoiled. It is home.”
He turned to say something to her, but his jacket caught on a hook on the wall and, suddenly, he lost his footing. He fell forward and warm male flesh met her cold, deadly skin. Awni jerked away in horror, causing him to hit the ground hard, and waited for him to turn to ice. She waited…and waited.
Looking down at him as he rubbed his elbow, she gasped. “What in the world? You should be dead!”
So...count-wise I, L.J. Holmes, am ahead with THREE BOOKS:




to Kat's



BUT...Kat has her first book in BOTH e-book AND PRINT that SHOULD count as TWO books...right...meaning we STILL Are tied!

YEAH FOR THE HOLMES GIRLS, L.J. Holmes and Kat Holmes...

Shakespeare, you old dude need to shake off your years of moldering...because we plan to OVERTAKE your record...count on it!