Get to know Chateau Seductions from Lisa Carlisle

Antoine Chevalier harbors a secret. Born a gargoyle shifter, he wants nothing more than to cultivate his art. His hard work pays off the night he completes his greatest sculpture. But the excitement of his accomplishment doesn’t last.

He’s drawn the eye of the wrong group—a coven of vampires. Antoine wakes into darkness, changed. Shattered. His dream of becoming a renowned sculptor is destroyed.

One question remains—how will he ever survive an eternity of darkness alone?

Darkness Rising is part 0.5 of the Chateau Seductions series by USA Today Bestselling author Lisa Carlisle. Readers have requested more on the dark and mysterious Antoine. In this short story, Antoine tells his tale, which continues in the series with Dark Velvet. Dark Velvet is written from Savannah’s perspective as a newcomer to an art colony who is intrigued by the proprietor.

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New Release: It’s a hot one from Rebecca Airies!

Chelsea Ash healed plants, but she can’t fix her own problems. Alexander Woods, a gorgeous, new deputy in town and her boyfriend, refuses talk about part of his past, leaving her wondering what he’s hiding. On top of that, a stalker is sending her creepy gifts and stealing her sense of safety.

Alexander is building a new life in Alden Glen. He wants a home after years of hunting the tainted. Chelsea is sexy, sweet and the sensual hunger explodes between them. He’s not walking away from her. Even as they untangle the mess of their relationship, the stalker escalates his attacks. Alex will have to use all his skills to protect Chelsea and claim the future he’s always wanted.

Content Note: This book contains scorching sex scenes and adult language. It’s intended for Adults 18 and over.



“Come on, Chelsea. Let’s get you inside.” Alex opened her car door.

She’d been so lost in her thoughts about his yard that she hadn’t even realized he’d gotten out of the car. With a sigh, she turned and let him help her out of the car. She strolled along the path to the side entrance along with Alex. The side entrance opened into his large kitchen.

She’d dreamed of kitchen like this. Dark gray granite topped the counters. What really made her envious though was the cabinet space. All those gorgeous light oak cupboards and she knew for a fact most of them were empty.

He locked the door behind them. She continued pacing forward. Alex snagged her wrist before she moved out of reach. She glanced back at him. His eyes glittered with hunger and tension.

His hand tightened. He tugged her close. She stepped willingly up to him. His arms wrapped around her, strong and secure. She leaned into him and savored the solid press of his body. With a sigh, she relaxed into the sanctuary offered in his embrace.

He held her tight against him for a moment, before he lifted her off her feet and kissed her. One of his arms slipped under her ass, holding her up as his other hand skimmed up and down her back.

Her mouth opened to the thrust of his tongue against her lips. She delighted in the touch. Her body heated. She wanted him right here.

About the Author

Rebecca Airies writes paranormal, fantasy and sci-fi/futuristic romance. She loves reading, writing, crafting, a good cup of tea, chocolate and snuggly kitties. She’s been writing stories since she was in her teens, at first trying to get over that elusive hump and finish a story. She loves creating new worlds, especially anything paranormal and fantasy related. You can usually find her working on multiple WIP at a time and she likes nothing more than losing herself in those worlds and characters.

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Author Interview, Giveaway and more with Beverly Ovalle

Today I’ve got an interview with fellow Red Hot Author Cafe writer Beverly Ovalle.

  1. What does your writing process look like? I usually have one tab open to the internet so I can look up anything I think I need while I write. I’ve been trying to work within a plotting framework but I’m a seat of the pants kind of girl.
  2. Do you have any strange writing habits? Can we say messy? I usually end up writing all snuggled in my bed in front of my laptop. I have an old hospital serving tray type thing that I picked up at the thrift store that is perfect for my laptop so it is in front of me with another section that holds my various beverages and a snack, my phone and kindle. Once I’m comfortable in my nest I start to write.
  3. What is your favorite/least favorite part of the writing process? Remembering my characters personal characteristics. I try to write the basics all down but if I forget I have to go back and read what I’ve written and end up editing everything to get back to where I left off.
  4. Is there a subject you would never write about? I would never write about cheating on a spouse. I don’t read them either.
  5. How important are names in your books? How do you select names? Sometimes they are just names I like, but most of the time, I search baby books to find a name that matches something about the character. I don’t always remember them though! But it is important to start the book that way for me.
  6. What literary character is most like you? Um, I’m a comic book kind of girl. So I’m going to say Wonder woman. <grins>
  7. What is something you want to accomplish before you die? I’m not sure so bear with me while I ramble. I’ve jumped off a cliff into a sink hole, I’ve climbed a pyramid in Mexico. I’ve travelled around the world with the US Navy. I’m married, have two children, written and published books. I’m in a career I enjoy. I’ve never wanted to climb mountains or jump out of planes. Maybe I would go to culinary school. I love to cook. And learn to properly can food. I’d love to be able to do that.
  8. Where is one place you want to visit that you haven’t? Europe. Is that too broad? I want to visit a castle, see Piccadilly Square, walk in the Highlands, kiss the blarney stone, see that great art work in the Louvre and see the coliseum. I’d love to see Egypt but with the way the Middle East is, I don’t think I will ever go there.
  9. What books/authors have inspired you? Too many to name! Every author inspires me to create.
  10. What are you working on now? I am working on a dragon shifter book tentatively named A Dragon’s Treasure. I’m on the last chapter before sending it out to beta readers. Hopefully it will be out this year or early next year. I am also editing a military romance, Love Me Forever that will be coming in July in an anthology with Secret Cravings Publishing. I’m also working on edits on Stealing Hope A Dragon’s Fated Heart that will be coming to Ardent Books in August or September.

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Corporal Nicholas ‘Saint’ Santiago needs to go home to reclaim the man he used to be. To be the man he was before Operation Enduring Freedom slowly hardened his heart. He needs to reconnect to the values and the reasons he is doing what he does. Saint also needs to try to forget the courageous woman he knows was meant to be his.

A Saints Salvation - Teaser 1Petty Officer Angelina Jones’ life changed the moment Saint saved her life. She survived the blast but now has to deal with the fact that she will never be whole. Knowing Saint received a ‘Dear John’ letter, Angelina has no intention of being his rebound romance. She needs to be loved for herself. She needs to forget about the one man she knows was meant to be hers.

They each try to find someone to help them forget.

But what does fate have planned for them?






A Saints Salvation - Teaser 2Nick quickly took advantage, pressing his hand deeper as he raised her up, her ass on his forearm. Angelina squirmed, rubbing against him. Nick bent and sucked a nipple into his mouth, teasing it through the silk. He slid a finger in and out of her heat, lightly rubbing her clit with his thumb. Angelina moaned and tightened around his finger. Pressing her close against him, Nick increased his thrusts. Nick bit her nipple and was rewarded with a cry as Angelina clamped down, drenching his hand as she came apart in his arms.

She placed her head against his shoulder, shivers running through her while her arms and legs tightened around him. Nick pulled his hand free from her warmth and licked his fingers clean, making smacking noises as he did.

“Pig.” It was so low Nick barely heard the comment. Nick chuckled as Angelina giggled in his arms.

“Did you want another glass of champagne?” Angelina shook her head and squirmed against him. Nick squeezed her to him, enjoying the feel of her, despite the tightness in his groin. “Are you ready for dinner? Or shall we just head straight to dessert?”



A Saints Salvation - Teaser 4Corporal Nicholas ‘Saint’ Santiago
Saint is serving in Afghanistan when his heart is broken over a ‘Dear John’ letter. Everything seems to get worse at that point. Normally a happy go lucky kind of guy he seems to have lost his optimistic view of life. The only thing that stirs his interest is ‘Doc’ a female medic assigned to the FOB. Not wanting anymore entanglements, he ignores her. He knows that he needs to go home to find the place he belongs and bring back the man he was.

Angelina ‘Doc’ Jones
She had the hots for Santiago but everyone knew he’d been dumped. Doc didn’t want to be the rebound. She joined and became a corpsman against her parent’s wishes, knowing just that she had to serve. When the grenade changed her life, she needed reassurance and someone to love her despite her disability.



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Beverly Ovalle dabbled with writing on and off for years when her best friend finally dared her to submit a story to a writing contest. Beverly decided she had nothing to lose and since she’d always wanted to be an author sent it in and agonized for months waiting to hear back. Contract in hand she has never looked back.

Beverly has been obsessed with dragons and romance since she was a young girl, collecting dragon books and reading everything she could find on them even down to the care of real life dragons. She’s always been slightly panicked that the world as we know it will end, so has prepped for it, haunting survivalist pages and prepper projects she felt she needed in the event SHTF.

An avid fan of all romance, Beverly’s goal is to share her love of the written word and write the hot and erotic romances that she enjoys. She writes what she loves to read and it was only a matter of time before her obsessions crept into her writing for her to share. She hopes you enjoy her tales as much as she loves writing them.

A Navy Veteran, Beverly has traveled around the world and the United States enabling her to bring her settings to life, meeting and marrying her husband of twenty five years along the way for her own romance. Reading romances since the fourth grade she’s followed as the genre changed and spread into the vast cornucopia of romance offered today.



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M: Monica’s Match (my new release) #AtoZChallenge

I’m in full-on promo mode for my new release. I sent out a newsletter yesterday with details on the release, plus some contests and parties going on to celebrate. You can see it here.

And here’s all kinds of info about my book:

Monica has the ability to see a guy’s aura light up the first time he touches his soul mate, but she’s kept it a secret since her parents shamed her as a child. Still, she decides to start her own matchmaking company—even if she doesn’t advertise her unique ability. Business is so-so until she gets a call to find matches for the singles of the small town of Perry Grove. She’s not looking for love herself but has an immediate attraction to one of her clients. Too bad another woman lit up his aura.

Hunky dairy farmer Jeremiah wants nothing to do with his grandpa’s hare-brained matchmaking scheme but agrees to play along to appease the man who raised him.  But when he meets the sexy matchmaker, he starts to rethink his single status. Too bad she’s intent on pairing him up with another woman. If there’s one thing he knows, though, it’s how to be stubborn.

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The matchmaker was two hours late. Jeremiah Thompson already didn’t want to be here. However, since hiring a matchmaker for Perry Grove’s singles was his grandpa’s hare-brained scheme, here he waited with strict instructions to stay in the Sunday school classroom by himself. Evidently the matchmaker liked to “observe initial meetings,” as his grandpa had quoted from the matchmaker’s instruction guide. A guide Jeremiah hadn’t bothered to read because he had no intention of losing his bachelorhood anytime soon.

He’d given up on the kid chairs about twenty minutes in and now had his legs sprawled in front of him on the floor and his back against one of the brightly colored cinder-block walls. Tossing his Lego creation to the side with disgust, he hoisted himself to his feet. “Screw this.” He stormed out the door and headed straight toward the fellowship-hall-turned-waiting-area for the eligible bachelorettes. Of course they had adult chairs and refreshments.

He stopped at the end of the hallway and ran a hand through his short hair. As if he was going to find his soul mate through a matchmaker. Especially when he wasn’t even looking for a soul mate, no matter how much his grandparents wanted him to.

The temptation to sneak out the back stairway and return to the list of chores he had to accomplish at the family dairy farm almost won out. Then he recalled how happy his grandma had looked that morning when he’d stopped by her house after the morning milking. She’d fussed over him and then cupped his cheek, a wide smile and a dab of flour on her work-worn face. “I think this is going to a be a good day for you, Jeremiah. I just feel it.”

Guilt hit him square in the gut. He could go through the motions for a day at least. According to his grandpa, who was hovering in the parking lot waiting for the errant matchmaker, she’d had a flat tire on her way to Perry Grove but was due to show up anytime now. However, he was tired of waiting. It was time to take matters into his own hands.

He scanned the crowd of about twenty eligible women in the church’s fellowship hall, landing on a curvy blonde showing way too much cleavage. Her short skirt and spike heels screamed city girl. Five minutes at his barn and she’d be running for the hills—at least she would be if she could run in those impractical shoes. The perfect quarry to ensure his matchmaking adventure ended quickly and unsuccessfully so he could get back to his real life managing the farm.

Erasing the smirk from his face with each step, he approached his target. “Excuse me. Are you interested in starting without the matchmaker?”

The woman swiveled to face him, her overlarge blue eyes so vivid she had to be wearing contacts. “A rule breaker. I like it.” With a predatory smile, she placed a hand on his left biceps and squeezed. “Lead away, sugar.”

Sugar? Really? He was hard pressed not to roll his eyes. Instead he nodded and led her to the Sunday school room. At least now he could tell his grandparents he tried and it didn’t work out.


Monica Morgan slammed the door of her red Camry and kicked the offending tire for good measure. “Ow. Darn it!” Her sensible black flats were no match for the doughnut wheel. Smooth move, Sherlock. Get your head in the game. You need this job or your business is toast.

She took a moment for one deep breath then hurried to the entrance of the Perry Grove United Methodist Church. Before she reached the double door, it swung open and Ed Thompson greeted her with a kind smile. His white hair was a bit shaggier around the edges than when they’d met in person seven weeks ago. She’d spent that afternoon in Perry Grove meeting with only the town council, as she had a strict rule that she couldn’t come into contact with any potential bachelors or bachelorettes in public.

That edict had raised a few eyebrows, but in the end she had sold them on her “process” with no mention of the true reason for the rules. No one needed to know she saw a guy’s aura light up the first time he made physical contact with his soul mate. In a public setting, even one as small as Perry Grove, she ran the risk that more than one woman or man could brush against a man at the same time and mess up Monica’s aura-reading mojo. So she insisted on one-on-one intake interviews with each client early on. Then she oversaw each potential couple’s first contact with no other parties in the room under the guise of wanting to see their first impressions of each other in a closed environment.

Now that she was here for her extended stay, Mr. and Mrs. Thompson would be her hosts for the next month.
Mr. Thompson held the door for her. “Glad to see you made it in one piece. Lucky you were close enough you could make it on a doughnut, but now that you’re here, Sherman’ll get it fixed right up for you. He already ordered the tire. It’ll be in tomorrow.”

Pasting on her best professional smile, she headed down the walkway, hoping he hadn’t witnessed her meltdown. “Glad to be here and to see you again, Mr. Thompson.”

The crinkle around his cornflower-blue eyes deepened with his smile. “At your service. And I told you before to call me Ed. Now let’s get you settled. We have the bachelorettes from the dating pool in the fellowship hall downstairs and the bachelor in an adjacent room, as you requested. Pat Staley—she’s the church secretary in case you don’t remember her—called all the men for today to let them know the appointments have been pushed back a few hours.”

She did remember meeting Pat briefly, as she had made a point of recording everyone’s name, occupation, and relationships in the town. “Thank you for taking care of that, Mr. Thompson. I apologize again—”

He waved a dismissive hand as they reached the stairs. “Ed. And there’s nothing you can do about a flat tire except deal with it.”

She rolled her shoulders to ease some of her tension. She hated being late. “So your grandson is still up first, correct?” An involuntary shiver echoed through her just thinking about her first client’s dimpled smile and the striking blue eyes that stared at her from the photo she’d received along with his profile information—and how inappropriate that thought was. No dating clients.

“Don’t look so glum, girl. No one blames you for being late. Although, I should warn you that Jeremiah isn’t too excited to use your services. I have to admit I strong-armed him a bit, and he’s been stuck in the Sunday school room for a few hours. I was afraid if I let him leave, I’d never get him back, if you know what I mean.” He laughed and winked conspiratorially.

Well, that explained why he was one of the few clients for this job who hadn’t made the time to come meet with her at her office in Grand Rapids. This day just kept getting better and better. She focused on the steps. Grace wasn’t her strong suit, which was the main reason she wore flats for business and not heels. Not that she hadn’t tripped in flats before.

Mr. Thompson paused at the door to the fellowship hall. “Now, I don’t mean to scare you. He’ll behave himself. My wife and I are getting older, and we just want to see him settled and happy.”

Looking into his kind eyes, it was obvious how much he loved his grandson. The desire to help people find their happily ever after was why she was here—well, that and the money. With that pragmatic thought, her eyes lost their momentary mistiness. “I best get started. Point me in the right direction.”

He opened the door and ushered her in. She smiled politely at the single women and returned the wave from Edna Murray and Bea Walters, who were manning the refreshment station. She’d met the two older women during her planning session with the town council. Edna and her husband Gary owned the hardware store in town. Bea was a retired schoolteacher who’d appointed herself the town social coordinator and was Monica’s main contact for the biweekly social dances scheduled throughout her stay.

Ed also waved to Edna and Bea, then pointed to his right. “Down that hall. First door on the right.”

“Thank you.” She put on her practiced confident smile as she set off down the hall, her shoes making a quiet susurration on the threadbare, brownish carpeting. This was by far the most complex job she’d undertaken in the eight months she’d been in the matchmaking business, and she didn’t want to disappoint Ed or the other town council members. Everyone was so excited and hopeful that she’d find matches for their singles before any more of the younger generation gave up and moved away.

At the door, she paused and took a deep breath. She disliked the unknown of the meeting-the-client part of her job. Some had unrealistic expectations; others had no idea what they wanted. Some treated her like a therapist, and still others were just plain whacked. She’d yet to meet someone who had been coerced into the process as Jeremiah had. This was going to be fun.

Yeah, right.

She put her hand on the doorknob but paused again when she heard the murmuring of voices. Jeremiah should be alone, so she wondered if he was talking to himself. In different voices? Maybe he would fall into the whacked category after all. Or…

She flung the door open to see him seated on a table next to a buxom blonde with ridiculously high heels and an equally ridiculous low-cut top. Monica’s ire flared. “You didn’t follow instructions. I was clear that each client could not meet his or her potential dates until I was present.”

He didn’t flinch. Not a hint of remorse on his handsome face. “Monica, I presume? You were supposed to be here hours ago.”

She put an indignant fist on one hip. “You know very well I had a flat tire and had to wait for AAA.”

The blonde giggled, as unrepentant as her partner in crime. Monica was sure this was Cathy Sanders, but she’d still check her profile database.

She was about to continue her castigation when her inner voice suggested that she’d let her frustrated anger rule and consequently wasn’t acting professional. Darn it!

She took another deep breath to resume her cool, detached façade and looked first at Cathy and then Jeremiah. His blue eyes held a spark of wicked mirth that made it very hard to keep her voice level. “I apologize. I didn’t intend to berate you, but my process is very specific.” Although in hindsight, she realized that having the two of them alone didn’t actually screw up her ability. She just needed to be there the first time they touched in front of her to know if his aura was going to light up or not. “Let’s get started, shall we? I am, as you surmised, Monica Morgan of Monica’s Matchmaking.”

Jeremiah stood with a lackadaisical air that set her teeth on edge. He seemed entirely too amused by her discomfiture. Or maybe this was just his way of rebelling against his grandparents’ meddling. He reached a hand toward her to shake, but Cathy rose and laid her hand on his arm, halting the movement. Monica pulled her hand back quickly, not wanting to make the situation more awkward as Jeremiah said, “Pleasure to meet you, Monica.” He didn’t sound pleased, which made her heart sink. Very irrationally, she thought.

It was also irrational that she felt a mix of relief and disappointment that his aura had just lit up at Cathy’s touch.

Her gaze skimmed first his muscled profile in a casual button-down and worn jeans. She bet his behind looked mighty good in those pants. Her perusal ended at his slightly mud-encrusted work boots, which didn’t hamper his attractiveness one darn bit. She liked a man with a work ethic.

Yeah, she needed to wrap this up.

She studied Cathy next, from the woman’s high-heeled shoes to her perfectly coiffed hair and copious makeup. These two didn’t look like a match to her, but her mojo had never been wrong. Her libido had to suck it up, and maybe now Jeremiah would stop invading her more erotic dreams.

“So tell me how you two ended up in here together.”

Cathy cut off his reply. “Jeremiah chose me out of the crowd.” She leaned into him, squishing her ample breasts against his arm. He stiffened and looked like he wanted to pull away.

“I see. Let me just look up your profiles.” She pulled out her smartphone and started to fiddle. She didn’t need to see their profiles, but it served as cover since she didn’t advertise the whole aura-reading thing. As a child, she’d told her parents she sometimes saw men with neon-green light around them. They hadn’t believed her. When she wouldn’t let it go, they drilled into her head that most people would freak out about her ability and that she’d better keep her mouth shut. She still wasn’t sure they’d ever believed her, but they had taken her to their pastor for prayers and anointing with oil.

Pushing that unpleasant memory away, she pretended to read her smartphone for a few moments longer. “Looks like you two did the work for me. You’re a match.”

J: Jeremiah of the pasty white legs #AtoZChallenge #MySexySaturday

Today’s another double duty A to Z Challenge and My Sexy Saturday post. This one features the hero from my upcoming novel Monica’s Match (it releases Tuesday!). In this scene, Monica is trying to get an answer about why Jeremiah doesn’t wear shorts.

He shrugged. “I wear jeans on the farm and I spend most of my time there. I’m used to pants.”

“Are your legs pasty white or something? Afraid it will ruin your sex appeal to show them off?”

His groin tightened. “You think I have sex appeal?” He watched her lips move as she swore under her breath.

“I’m sure you’re supremely aware of your attractiveness. You have noticed the way women leer at you?”

He had, although he rarely made note of it. “No. It must just be you.”

She narrowed her eyes and huffed, which gave him a perfectly good reason to ogle her heaving breasts. “Ha. Ha. Ha. You’re a riot.”

“I aim to please.”

Monica has the ability to see a guy’s aura light up the first time he touches his soul mate, but she’s kept it a secret since her parents shamed her as a child. Still, she decides to start her own matchmaking company—even if she doesn’t advertise her unique ability. Business is so-so until she gets a call to find matches for the singles of the small town of Perry Grove. She’s not looking for love herself but has an immediate attraction to one of her clients. Too bad another woman lit up his aura.

Hunky dairy farmer Jeremiah wants nothing to do with his grandpa’s hare-brained matchmaking scheme but agrees to play along to appease the man who raised him.  But when he meets the sexy matchmaker, he starts to rethink his single status. Too bad she’s intent on pairing him up with another woman. If there’s one thing he knows, though, it’s how to be stubborn.

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