Sizzle Book 1
in the st. martin family saga: emergency
responders:
A Louisiana fireman, Clay St.
Martin liked his hoses bound tight and his women bound tighter. He’d not had a
traditional relationship in years and was positive he’d found the answer to all
his needs and desires: The Hoodoo Pot—Baton Rouge’s elite members only sex and
bondage club.
Eve Ivey had escaped the clutches of her evil
ex, but still she constantly looked over her shoulder. That is, until she met
Clay. At six feet five, he was a king among men. She’d certainly like to be his
queen.
He’d rescued her from a hurricane’s lashing winds and rising
water, but his first mistake was in bringing her home. Yet she’d had nowhere to
go. A bigger mistake would have been not going back for
her.
And now neither of them wanted her to leave. The only thing to
do was let the storm rage outside while they focused on the personal storm
raging between their bodies.
A storm that was advancing on their
hearts.
Sieze Book 2
in the St. Martin Family Saga: Emergency
Responders:
Mia was in trouble.
She was alone and she was scared. She prayed for a miracle, and
then she met Augustine. A Marine, turned sheriff, named after a
saint.
Augustine
Roy liked his job as Sheriff of East Baton Rouge
Parish. He liked the town and the town’s women, some said too much, but he’d
never heard any of them complain. He wasn’t interested in monogamy, a fact most
single women in town had come to understand. He loved his family and friends
and when his best friend, Clay, needed his help, he jumped at the chance to use
his skills as a former Marine Corps field extraction
expert.
While Augie thrived when life ran calm and controlled, his
current situation was anything but. Mia had entered his life and dumped it on its head. To top it off,
she was so not his type. He preferred large breasted Southern blondes with
experience in the sack. Mia was slim, Canadian, and to his utter disbelief, a
twenty five year old virgin.
But then he’d gone and married her . .
.
. . . and then she’d passed out.
When Mia woke, she had a new name, and a new ring. She just
hoped like hell she’d not missed the wedding
consummation.
Surge Book 3
in the St. Martin Family Saga: Emergency
Responders:
He was twenty-eight, she was
eighteen.
Everyone
around them opposed their love.
But their love was much greater than the sum of
their ages.
Clara’s family took Jackson in when, at the age of seventeen, he’d
lost his parents. The St. Martins were the only family he had. When his
connection with Clara developed into something stronger, he couldn’t feel
remorseful. What he did feel was warmth, hope, and love. Ten years later it was
time to tell the family—he wouldn’t let their love be a lie any
longer.
When he came to live with them, Clara knew one day she’d marry
him. She just didn’t know her family wouldn’t be on board with the plans. Sure,
Jackson was much older than her and yeah, they’d jumped the gun on intimacy,
but she’d needed Jackson’s touch that day and he’d needed hers. They planned to
marry once he finished medical school, but when Clara’s brother found out about
their two-year relationship he beat the good doctor’s face until he was
unrecognizable.
Jackson couldn’t see a way they could be together
and she wouldn’t have to make a choice between him and her family. He knew what
it was to go through life without the support of family and he wouldn’t let her
choose him over the St. Martins.
Will Clara and Jackson be able to have a future
together, or will her family tear them apart?
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Author
Bio:
I lead a double
life. By day I’m training young women to become speech therapists.
At night I sip red wine, dial down all distractions, and sink into the
fictional worlds I create. Good tunes on my iPod are a must. I get so caught up
in my characters that I truly wish the male hero would materialize in the
flesh; especially when I see the cover image…I
swoon.
I have spent the past several years working as a university
instructor. My students are young adult females so I’m constantly running plot
lines and book covers by them. They make a great beta team! I love my
job at the university but there is something I love even more. . . romance
novels. I'll read any genre as long as there are steamy sex scenes and the
standard issue HEA ending. Initially I was drawn in by the escape and sweeping
emotion of it all, so much so, I began to create my own fictional
world.
Since I worked during the day my nights were consumed with
writing. I was powerless to stop the stories that wanted to be freed from my
mind. I actually started to get mixed up. I would think something I wrote at
night was something I had said during the working day and vice versa. My
friends were worried for my sanity but I assured them I had not gone mad, I was
just writing. Once I started I wrote upwards of 3,000 words per
day.
It was in the early millennium when I became brave
enough to share my stories with others. I began to post my stories on fiction
websites and then something marvelous happened—I was followed by hundreds of
eager readers. I loved my followers and their kind words helped motivate
me.
These days I am writing books and I’ve learned some things
about myself during the process. I like to write series novels because I have
trouble letting go. I like a little plot with my romance, erotica,
contemporary. Call it what you will, but I have to have a good
story in which to sink my teeth. If I start writing a story I have to finish
it, even if it’s terrible.
My dog is my muse and when he tilts his forehead at me and
blinks his large black eyes questioningly at me, I think he is worried I've
been sucked into the wormhole of the very fiction that I write. I appreciate
his concern but I have yet to fall down the rabbit hole. Here's to everyone
else in my boat, may our voyage become a permanent
destination.
Author
Links
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/ginawatsongina
Website: http://ginawatson.net/
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