Another 5 Cup review from Coffee Time Romance + Ebook Giveaway!

Today I received an email from Coffee Time Romance informing me Emily’s Cowboy, book 5 in my League of Love series, had been reviewed. I am very pleased to announce that I have another 5 Cup review 🙂 To celebrate I’m giving away a copy of Emily’s Cowboy (Amazon or ARe) just leave a comment for a chance to win.

Coffee Time Romance have given the three books in my series that they’ve reviewed  5 Cup ratings. That alone is absolutely wonderful news, but it’s the reviews themselves that have had me doing my own awkward version of a happy dance. When words like “wizard with love” or “no romantic at heart should miss” are used to describe your writing how can you not get excited? You put so much love into each of your characters it’s such a thrill when you find a reader who loves them just as much as you do.

I particularly love this bit – And yes, I think I can recite it word for word 😉

“The League of Love is a superb series by the very talented Ms. Gallagher. I absolutely love these characters and the men who are all hunky heroes. I believe Gareth and Emily’s story is so special, and one no romantic at heart should miss. The love shines from the very first page and despite the ups and downs in the relationship, the reader never doubts the love because is almost a living character itself. Ms. Gallagher is a wizard with love and builds The League of Love around it.” Delane – Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance & More.

So CTR reviews, thank you so much for making me feel like a real author and encouraging me to keep writing down what those voices tell me to 🙂

Here’s the link in case you feel tempted to read the whole review 😉


It’s such a cliché — country boy moves to the big city to follow his dreams, leaving his girl and everything he loves behind – but that’s exactly what Gareth Andrews has done. Playing rugby league is Gareth’s dream and he’s signed with one of the best teams in the competition – The Sydney Jets. Of course that has meant a move to the big city and leaving Emily Mackenzie and everything he loves behind. Not that Gareth hasn’t begged her to join him in the city he has, on bended knee — but Emily needs to stay in Gunnedah and help her father on the family farm until her brother’s stint in the armed forces is over. But Gareth knows it’s more than that. Emily is hiding away, embarrassed by the scars that mar her body in a constant reminder of the bushfire that nearly took her life.

Can love give Emily the courage to face strangers again when her father is badly injured and Gareth shows up at the hospital to support her? Or will she let her fear and shame get the better of her and break her one true love’s heart for a second time?

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He needed space, needed to get away from her before it was too late, if that moment had not already sailed past. He pushed her away with hands that had been roughly gripping her, shaking her as his fury built and his words flew at her like barbs. He couldn’t stand the pain of it anymore. The futility of loving her. It wasn’t enough…she would never let it be enough.

Gareth grabbed the first clothing he saw—tracksuit pants, runners and a shirt—and dressed on the run as he fled his room, with just enough presence of mind to pick up his keys as he raced out of the door. Down the stairs he ran until he was in his car, heading he didn’t know where, just away. He had just destroyed his life. He cried no tears. He felt nothing. Hollow, empty. Directionless.

Then the pain hit, sledgehammer-hard, right in the guts, followed by soul-wrenching sorrow and frustration, anger and finally regret. The full gamut of emotions bombarded him as he struggled to survive the onslaught. He’d known it was coming, had had to be away from Emily before it hit, thus his speedy escape. He did not want her to share this with him. If she could push him away, he could do it to her in return.

“What the fuck have you done?” he screamed, banging his fists on the steering wheel. “What the fuck have you done?”

It took a few minutes, parked safely beside the road, for Gareth to calm down enough to continue driving, and he headed for the only place he had left. He headed to the Jets’ training ground, to the gym, hoping that maybe if he worked out until his body was in physical pain, it would outweigh the emotional agony ripping him apart.

Don’t forget to leave a comment for a chance to win a copy of Emily’s Cowboy from Amazon or Are.

A Matter of Perspective (The Dark Side) Ashe Barker

Something a little different this week, I invited Totally Bound (yes our publisher has a new brand name) author Ashe Barker to take over my blog and tell us about her BDSM series The Dark Side. Let me tell you the excerpts are hot! Take it away Ashe…

darkest_800Today I’m visiting Donna Gallagher’s blog, and it’s fantastic to be here. Thank you, Donna, for agreeing to host me today and let me share some of my random thoughts about The Dark Side. It’s especially timely, as the third book in the trilogy, Darkest, is on general release from Friday 18th October, and the first book, Darkening, emerged in print just a couple of weeks ago.

I’ve been pondering perspective recently. With the exception of the prologue at the start of Darkening, all three books are written from Eva Byrne’s point of view, in the first person, present tense. I wasn’t sure about that choice at first. I wondered if it might seem contrived. Would it be difficult to write convincingly? But from the first couple of scenes it seemed natural and right to tell the story this way, and the action just rolled onto the keyboard. It became effortless, the whole time I was writing I was seeing the unfolding events as Eva did. Which was a lot of fun.

The present tense makes the story more direct. It’s more immediate, and it felt to me that this was a way of engaging in Eva’s world. We can share her story, here and now, rather than hear about her experiences afterwards.

I hope readers feel that too.

This choice to write wholly in the first person has its limitations, the main one being that the story can only reflect what Eva sees, hears, feels and does, and all other points of view need to be filtered through her. But The Dark Side is essentially Eva’s story, as she meets and responds to all the other characters who cross her path.

Not least among these is Nathan, the powerful, dominant alpha-male who completely enthrals her. The story describes Eva’s reactions to Nathan’s increasingly sensuous demands, her fears, her anxieties, and her confusion, but also the overwhelming attraction she feels, her curiosity about his dark lifestyle, and her desperation to be accepted into his world. Told through her words, we can understand her reasons for making sometimes odd and dangerous choices, and for taking terrifying risks. And we’re there with her, ultimately, as she contemplates the greatest risk of all.



The Dark Side trilogy, charts the sensual journey of academic musician Eva Byrne as she struggles to overcome painful shyness, sexual inhibition,  and personal tragedy. Lonely, unsophisticated, fragile, and desperately seeking love and approval, Eva is easy prey for sensual and experienced Nathan Darke.

He wants her submission, and he knows how to go about getting it. Eva is quickly caught up by the whirlwind of his effortless seduction, though she has her own reasons for agreeing to join him in his world of pain and pleasure, on The Dark Side.

Inexplicably fascinated and at the same time totally frustrated by his new submissive, Nathan is increasingly drawn to her as she opens up in his hands and he realises there is much, much more to his latest playmate than he ever could have imagined.

The Dark Side charts the turbulent relationship between Eva and Nathan as their mutual fascination builds. They both discover what surrender truly means as together they explore the fragile bonds of desire, trust, risk and reward, and the destructive power of betrayal.


Although The Dark Side is all told from Eva’s POV, I do have a free book, The Dark Art of Persuasion, available for download which takes a key scene from Darkening and re-tells it from Nathan’s POV. I found that fascinating to write, and here are TWO excerpts, the same event but described first through Eva’s eyes in Darkening, then through Nathan’s in The Dark Art of Persuasion, which can be downloaded from the Totally Bound website.


Me, the girl who can’t bear to be touched. Somehow—God only knows how it happened—I have just spent the last ten minutes spread out half naked on Nathan Darke’s kitchen table, his hands and mouth all over me until I totally lost control, and he watched me thrashing about in the throes of my very first orgasm, right in front of him. Christ! How wonderful, how intimate. How unlike me. And he’s achieved all this without so much as a button of his coming undone.

Raising his head to look into my eyes, which I’m sure must be still glazed from the enormity of what has just happened to me, he smiles tenderly, if that’s possible. He drops a light kiss on my lips, then stands and, still holding my gaze, he lifts the hem of my miniskirt to slide his left hand underneath, bracing his right hand flat on the table beside my head as he leans over me, his face inches from mine. He might be intending to kiss me again. Please.

Instead, after tugging down my opaque tights and briefs, he slides his fingers between my dripping folds to touch me, gently parting my lips and running his fingertips around the entrance to my vagina. It never occurs to me to protest. I think I might melt.

“Ah, honey, you are so wet, so ready for me,” he whispers, his eyes never leaving mine as he slips first one finger, then two inside me. I gasp and tilt my hips forward, parting my thighs instinctively to let him in. I can’t believe I’m doing this, that I’m letting him touch me like this.

“I want to fuck you. You know that, don’t you?” I can’t think of any sensible response to that apart from spreading my legs farther, but he apparently, incredibly, wants to talk! “Don’t you?” he repeats, sliding his fingers inside me to stretch and stroke the walls of my vagina. “Answer me, Miss Byrne.”

“Yes,” I manage to whisper, closing my eyes to savour the intense pleasure he is rekindling, the delicious helplessness as my body responds again, more powerfully still, to this even more intense stimulation.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, Miss Byrne.” His voice is still quiet, but an edge of firmness has crept in too. He slides his wonderful, clever fingers out of my vagina, right out until only the tips are still there, gently circling my entrance, so lightly that I can hardly feel him anymore, before he plunges them back inside me, hard and fast. “Do I have your attention, Miss Byrne?” he asks softly as I jerk under him.

“Yes,” I whisper again, opening my eyes obediently. “What are you doing?”

“Am I hurting you?” His tone is low, gentle, the words whispered into my ear.

“No. No, that feels fabulous…”

“Mmmm, I think so too, Miss Byrne. You’re so hot and wet and tight, and I want to put my cock inside you, here…” A further deep and fast thrust with his fingers, to make sure I get his point. I do. I definitely do. “Deep and hard and fast, until you scream. I like it that you scream when I make you come. I want to fuck you until you can’t stand. With your permission, of course. Is that okay with you, Miss Byrne?”

God, yes, absolutely…

“Miss Byrne?” His insistent voice penetrates my pre-orgasmic haze. “I don’t think you’re listening to me. I said I want to fuck you, but only if you agree. Will you agree, Miss Byrne?”

“Yes.” Please.

“Ah, that’s good then. I’m going to fuck you hard and fast and deep, and then again, long and slow and easy. I want you under me, on top of me. I want to fuck you up against the wall, and I want to fuck you from behind, bent over a table like this one. I want you in lots of ways, Miss Byrne. There are so many things I want to do to you, and you’re going to love it. Well, most of it. I’m going to enjoy fucking you in every which way I want, Miss Byrne. Will that be all right with you?”

“Yes…” Almost oblivious to the crude words and wicked promises he is making, and between his fingers stroking me inside and outside, as he has now started to rub my clitoris with his thumb—oh, God, could this feel any better?—I am well beyond coherent thought. Certainly he’ll get no argument out of me.

“But not this table, not now…” Table? Oh, yes, I forgot. I’m stretched out topless on his kitchen table, my legs wide open as he finger-fucks me. I can’t think of anything now except his fingers and the sweet, wonderful things he is doing to me with them—to my vagina, my clitoris. I am going to come again, very soon.

“I want to take my time with you, all the time we need. So not here, not now, not with Mrs Richardson and Rosie hovering outside.” Who? What? “Come with me to Leeds. Come to the dinner, be wined and dined and spend the night with me. Say yes, Miss Byrne.”

“Yes, yes. I’ll come. Please, I need…”

“I know you’re going to come, very soon. Very hard. And you’ll scream for me again. Won’t you, sweetheart?” He’s moving his fingers faster, sliding them in and out, angled to hit my most sensitive inner spot, circling and stroking my clitoris with his thumb. Despite his instructions, my eyes drift closed as I tune out everything except the feel of his fingers inside me.

“Say you’ll come to Leeds with me. Say that too, sweetheart.”

“I’ll come to Leeds. I’ll come.” Mindless with desire now and reaching desperately for release, I can only plead with him, beg him to help me. “Please, I need…”

“I know what you need.” He bends to kiss my lips again, plunging his tongue into my mouth, in and out, mimicking what he is doing with his fingers between my other lips. That does it. I’m lost.


At last Eva’s desperate shudders subside, and he hears her barely audible moan of quiet satisfaction as he lowers her back onto the table. He glances up, and is gratified if slightly surprised to catch her expression of pure astonishment, as though she can’t quite believe what just happened. And is still happening. He’s nowhere near finished with her yet. He’s thoroughly enjoyed witnessing her unravel before his eyes, but he still needs her agreement that she’ll be coming with him to Leeds. There’s much more at stake here than a quick and sexy romp on his kitchen table, no matter how delightful that may be for them both.

Her expression is still slightly dazed, and he waits a few more moments for her senses to fully return. He doesn’t want her looking back on this and feeling in any way rushed. Or worse still, coerced. He wants her willing surrender, her genuine agreement to submit for him. Under him. Nothing less will do.

As her eyes focus, he smiles at her before dropping a light kiss on her lips. He straightens, and his eyes never leaving hers, he lifts the hem of her short miniskirt. He leans over her again, this time sliding his left hand under the hem of her skirt as he gazes down at her. He watches her eyes widen as he tugs down the front of her opaque tights and briefs, and wordlessly slips his hand between her legs. He slides his fingers between her moist folds, noting with intense satisfaction how very, very wet she is. He’s tempted to comment on what a good time she appears to be having but instead settles for simply parting the lips of her pussy and tracing the entrance with his fingertips. Her thighs widen as he leans in further, her mouth parting in what he decides to take as welcome.

“Ah, honey, you are so wet, so ready for me.” His words are whispered as he holds her gaze, and slips first one long finger then a second inside her. She’s tight, very tight, but hot and slick and so responsive, so very receptive. He’s rewarded by a faint gasp as she lifts her hips for him, silently begging for more. His instinct is to give her what she wants, to stroke and caress and bring her back to bubbling, explosive orgasm, but he has a mission to fulfil first. He needs her promise, and he will have it.

“I want to fuck you. You know that, don’t you?” His tone is firm, matter of fact, deliberately calm as he slides his fingers in and out of her tight pussy. He can feel her inner muscles clenching around his hand, and can sense her nervousness as this new and even more intense turn of events. He’s relentless though, pressing her for an answer as her eyelids drift closed. “Don’t you?” His tone hardens, and his fingers work inside her to stretch and caress her pussy. He wants her attention, her undivided attention. And he wants her response. “Answer me, Miss Byrne.”

Her eyes flicker open, and he hears her throaty “Yes” before her lids drift down again. So far so good, but he needs to force the issue now, demand her obedience.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, Miss Byrne.” He deliberately hardens his tone, never raising his voice because he has no need to, but wrapping his words in that thread of Dom steel he’s managed to cultivate over the years, his clipped, unyielding tone which indicates to any sub on the receiving end that he’s deadly serious and she needs to obey. Now. The effect is not lost on Eva, especially when he slides his fingers out of her, right to the very tips, and hovers there. He uses his fingertips to once more trace the entrance to her pussy, parting the lips, circling the entrance before plunging them deep again.

He deliberately keeps his voice soft as he leans in to speak to her again. “Do I have your attention, Miss Byrne?”

Eva opens her eyes, gazing at him, her expression a truly delightful mix of uncertainty, confusion, a hint of fear, and a hefty dose of pure lust. Ah, Jesus, she’s superb. Absolutely fucking breathtaking.

Her body jerks as he plunges his fingers deep into her again and her eyes are now locked on his. “Yes,“ she whispers, in answer to his question, then, “What are you doing?”

He can’t help thinking it must be pretty bloody obvious what he’s doing, but refrains from pointing that out. Instead he opts to check she’s okay. He doesn’t think he’s being rough with her, but still.

“Am I hurting you?” he keeps his tone low, even, leaning close to her ear to whisper the words. Her artless response causes his cock to leap.

“No. No, that feels fabulous.”

He groans inwardly. Soon, baby, very, very soon…

No point beating about the bush now, so to speak. He continues to finger fuck her as he presses home his advantage. “Mmmm, I think so too, Miss Byrne. You’re so hot and wet and tight, and I want to put my cock inside you, here…” Another deep thrust with his fingers, fast and sharp. He angles and curls his fingers inside her, instinctively watching, measuring her responses to find the one sweet spot where her nerve endings coalesce and the sensitivity is highest. He finds it, rubs, and her pussy is clenching hard now, her breath catching as her body once more arches under him. And he knows she’s ready to come again. This time though, there will be a price.

“Deep and hard and fast, until you scream. I like it that you scream when I make you come. I want to fuck you until you can’t stand. With your permission, of course. Is that okay with you, Miss Byrne?”

She doesn’t answer, just continues to moan and squeeze her pussy around his fingers, seemingly beyond coherent thought. He’s unrelenting though. She’ll have her orgasm, and more besides, but first, he’ll have his answer.

“Miss Byrne? I don’t think you’re listening to me. I said I want to fuck you, but only if you agree. Will you agree, Miss Byrne?”

He waits, watches her expression closely, smiling to himself at her slight frown of puzzlement as she tries to make sense of what he wants. He’ll give her time, repeat the question as much as she needs, but he won’t let up the pressure. He will have his answer. And then, only then, will he let her come.

“Yes.” Her response is a whisper, but clear. He can do no less than be equally clear with her.

“Ah, that’s good then. I’m going to fuck you hard and fast and deep, and then again, long and slow and easy. I want you under me, on top of me. I want to fuck you up against the wall, and I want to fuck you from behind, bent over a table like this one. I want you in lots of ways, Miss Byrne. There are so many things I want to do to you, and you’re going to love it. Well, most of it. I’m going to enjoy fucking you in every which way I want, Miss Byrne. Will that be alright with you?”

He angles his hand in order to be able to lightly rub her clit with the pad of his thumb, and hears her faint “Yes” once more. He goes in for the final onslaught.

“But not on this table, not now. I want to take my time with you, all the time we need. So not here, not now, not with Mrs Richardson and Rosie hovering outside. Come with me to Leeds. Come to the dinner, be wined and dined and spend the night with me. Say yes, Miss Byrne.”

A moment more of confused frowning, then a groan of pleasure as he strokes her pussy again. That’s enough, the tipping point again.

“Yes, yes, I’ll come. Please, I need…”

His fingers are sliding in and out of her pussy slowly, a third one now inside her, stretching, stroking, the rhythm regular but not yet hard enough to provide all the friction she needs. She’s close though, very close. She’s thrusting her hips up at him, squeezing her inner muscles against his fingers, seeking to intensify the sensations. He slows the strokes, deliberately denying what she needs, but almost there…

“I know you’re going to come, very soon. Very hard. And you’ll scream for me again. Won’t you, sweetheart?” Another deep thrust, another flick of his thumb over her throbbing clit.

“Say you’ll come to Leeds with me. Say that too, sweetheart.”

She’s almost sobbing now. “I’ll come to Leeds. I’ll come. Please, I need…”

Satisfied he has his answer, he leans over her again. “I know what you need.” And he lowers his head to take her lips again in a long, sensual kiss. He plunges his tongue into her mouth, thrusting it in and out to the same rhythm he’s now picking up deep within her pussy, hard and fast and firm. And she shatters.


Author Bio

Until 2010 Ashe was a director of a regeneration company in Leeds, in the UK, before becoming convinced there must be more to life. She left to work as an independent consultant, and still does some of that though most of her time is now spent writing, as at last she’s been able to realise her dream of writing erotic romance herself. Ashe has been an avid reader of women’s fiction for many years, and still loves reading historical and contemporary romances – the hotter the better. But now she has a good excuse for her guilty pleasure – research.

Ashe usually draws on settings and anecdotes from her own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to her plots and characters, but her stories of love, challenge, resilience and compassion are the conjurings of her own lurid and decidedly smutty imagination.

When not writing – which is not very often – her time is divided between her role as resident taxi driver for her teenage daughter and friends, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, rabbits, tortoises.  And a cockatiel.  Ashe is a rural parish councillor, and she’s passionate about evolving rural traditions and values to suit twenty first century lifestyles.

Ashe has just completed her third trilogy in the Black Combe ‘family’ as well as a novella and a short story. All are due for release over the next few months.

Buy Links:

Ashe’s books are available from most distributors   Barnes and Noble   All Romance   Total-E-Bound   Sony   Kobo

Jorja Lovett is On the Bench

Today I welcome my fellow Total-E-Bound author, Jorja Lovett to my blog. I really enjoyed reading the first of Jorja’s  Wild Irish Wolves Series, made even more special by my recent trip to Ireland. As we drove around the west coast and took in the scenery, more than once I imagined seeing Caleb and Mia racing across the hills. Having Jorja come to visit has given me an excuse to post some of my holiday snaps 🙂

I’m looking forward to reading the next in this wonderful new series – What a beautiful cover!

thewolfontherun_banner (1)Jorja Lovett is a British author with both Irish and Scottish roots, which makes for a very dry sense of humour. Writing since she was old enough to wield a pen, it wasn’t until she joined her crit group, UCW, that she pursued her passion seriously.

Now, with Joe Manganiello as her permanent muse, if she can leave the pause button on her Magic Mike dvd long enough, she hopes to spend the rest of her days writing steamy romances.

The Wolf on the Run – Jorja Lovett

thewolfontherun_800Alpha Rory is determined to protect his pack, including feisty Naomi. How can he get close when she’s intent on facing her demons alone?


As a police officer and Alpha of the Olcan Hills’ pack, being a protector is in Rory Blake’s DNA.

When Naomi Duffy turned up heavily pregnant and alone, Rory’s natural instinct was to look after her. However, her fierce need for independence over the years has ensured they’ve never been anything more than friends.

Naomi has spent too long trying to keep her daughter safe to jeopardise everything for a fling. But, when her past threatens to catch up with her, Rory is the only person she trusts with her life.

Thrown together, the couple finally succumb to their passion and it’s all too easy to forget the danger lurking in the hills.

Do Rory and Naomi have a future together, or will secrets from the past tear them apart?



“I don’t know what they put in the drink around here, but I think I like it.” Rory positioned himself between her legs and bent down to kiss her.

With moves worthy of an American wrestler, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer. Caught off balance, he fell forward and landed flat out on top of Naomi.

Her dress rode up her thighs to give him a peek of lacy black stocking tops. His cock responded appropriately. “Are you trying to seduce me, Ms Duffy?”

“Is it working?” She shoved her hands down the back of his trousers and grabbed his backside, making it crystal clear what she wanted.

At his hesitation, Naomi renewed the kiss, dipping her tongue into his mouth to create a spark that set him on a one way path. The base nature of his position, his hard-on pressed against the soft mound of her pussy, called directly to the wild side of him already on the prowl tonight.

“Are you sure?” He waited for the green light before he raced out of the trap.

“Have you got any protection?” The first flicker of doubt crossed Naomi’s face.

At times like this he was glad he’d been a boy scout. He took time out from their dry humping to pull a condom from his wallet. “With you, I’m always ready.”

Naomi snatched the foil packet from his grasp and ripped it open.

“Get ‘em off,” she ordered before popping the rubber in her ‘O’ shaped mouth. He couldn’t drop his trousers fast enough.

Naomi slipped off the car to crouch before him on the ground. In one slow, exquisite motion, she sheathed him with her mouth. His legs quivered at such an intimate, erotic interaction. When she stood up and assumed her horizontal position back on the boot, she winked.

That did it. He pulled her legs towards him until her arse was on the edge of the car and ripped her panties off. He took hold of his cock and plunged it into her pussy. The sudden coupling gave him instant satisfaction, but he wanted more. He wanted all of her. He hooked Naomi’s knee to lift her leg higher, plunge deeper.

The cold night became a distant memory as her tight heat wrapped around his dick. The raw pleasure of being inside her was only surpassed by pride at her moans of satisfaction. Driven by her escalating cries, Rory thrust into her with zeal. He clenched his buttocks and struck at her core. Who said lightning couldn’t hit the same place twice? According to Naomi’s cries he’d hit it with astounding accuracy time and time again.

Her obvious enjoyment brought out the savage beast in him and all he wanted to do was claim his mate completely. He buried himself deep inside her, knotting them together so tight he never wanted to let go. Only her wrapping reminded him they were still in their human form. The abrasion of her stockings against his skin as their bodies rubbed together, built up the static charge between them. Until he was at the point where one more brush of lace would send sparks flying.

Available from Total-E-Bound 4th October

On general release from 1st November


Author Interview Questions.

 What was the first book you had published?

My first book was the erotic novella, Pyramid of Passion. I had so much fun researching Ancient Egypt for that one. I also had a chance to explore the ultimate fantasy by transporting my heroine into the bedroom of Edifu, one of the Pharaoh’s soldiers.

What was your initial reaction when offered that first contract?

Excited and afraid at the same time. I was so pleased that a publisher saw something in me after years of trying. But, still had that fear that no-one else would like the story. Even now I have the same reaction when I sign a contract.

Of the books you have written is there one that holds a special place in your heart and why?

The Wolf on the Hill was a turning point for me. It was the first time I’d attempted a series and the characters and the setting just seemed to flow. The Olcan Hills’ wolf shifter pack hold a very special place in my heart as it got me my break with Total-E-Bound. I finally started to think I was getting somewhere as a writer when I signed with TEB.

Are you a disciplined writer or do you have to wait for the muse to arrive? Do you have a ritual that gets you in the mood?

Up until recently I tended just to write when the mood took me. After deciding to write full time however, I’m trying to instil some sort of discipline. I set myself up with a cup of tea, some chocolate and my notebook and pen to get started.

What was the last book you read?

C.A Szarek’s Collision Force. It’s a sexy crime thriller and I can’t wait for the sequel to come out.

What are you working on now?

I’m working on book two for my new series, The Department Store. It’s a cougar romance so I’m having fun with that!

What genre would you like to try and write that is different from your own?

A real gritty thriller. Although at some point I’m sure I’d still have the h/h falling in love and into bed.

When you receive edits are you Teary and Disillusioned or Feisty and Focussed?

Neither. I’m a ‘close the attachment and pretend it’s not there’ kind of girl.

What is one thing in your books you’d like to try?

Er, the time travel back to Ancient Egypt sounds good. Then again there’s the vampire Dom in my free read, Under the Dom’s Thrall. I wouldn’t mind giving him a whirl!



Now for some hard hitters with an Aussie flavour! (but with pictures of Ireland!)

A sport /sportsperson that you watch? (C’mon there must be one) OR An embarrassing sporting memory.

I do enjoy watching ice hockey. We have our own team, the Belfast Giants and I go to games whenever I can. Totally nothing to do with the tall, hunky players…   *D – We believe you 😉

Favourite Aussie Author/Actor /Musician?

There are so many good looking Aussie actors. Eric Bana is on my ‘inspirations’ page on Pinterest along with Ryan Kwanten who I’ve followed since his Home & Away days. But I guess in terms of his body (of work) and down to earth personality, I’ll go for Hugh Jackman. *D – Hugh nearly always gets a mention 🙂

*D – I think Eric would make a great wolf shifter! images

Your view on Vegemite?

Barf! Sorry. I had an Australian pen pal who sent me a jar and it’s not for me. *D – Boo!

Formal dinner party or backyard barbeque?

I would definitely feel more comfortable at a backyard barbecue with a beer and a burger.

Adventure holiday or relaxing by the pool?

I’m definitely not an ‘active’ person but I also get bored sitting around after a while. My idea of heaven would probably be exploring local markets and shops.

Favourite Aussie holiday place or one you’ve always wanted to visit?

I grew up in the 80’s when everyone in the UK was obsessed with Australia, so I want to see all the touristy places. Including Ramsay Street and Summer Bay *ducks from Donna*  *D – Oh dear!

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Jennifer Wright and the Boy’s from Finding Home Come to Visit.

Today I welcome my good friend and fellow Total-E-Bound author, Jennifer Wright, and the boys from her Finding Home series back to my blog. Jen and I were first published around the same time and since then have been on-line buddies. She also does a very interesting blog every week called ‘Wake Up Wednesday’. I recommend you have a look one day, I don’t know where she finds so many awesome pictures but she does week after week…sigh!

I’m so looking forward to finally meeting Jen in person next May when we share a room in New Orleans. So without further ado take it away Jen…

Thank you, Donna, for having me as your guest today. 🙂

I am pleased to say that the 3rd book in my Finding Home series, Airos, is being published here soon. I’d have to say I struggled to hardest with this one—not necessarily struggled with the story like per-say, but more with what the readers will think of it. I don’t really like to follow too easy of a road with my stories, for fear of being too predictable, and this story will definitely throw you for a loop (or so I hope ;)).

I’ve had numerous readers/reviewers stating, “I just can’t wait to read Zane and Larken’s story!” Well…*drumroll please*…that time has come!

For those of you who’ve read the Finding Home series so far, you’ll know that there has been an ongoing ‘lust’ between Zane and Larken. Larken is in love with Zane, yet hasn’t told him…and Zane, well, Zane’s just clueless to what’s before him. Larken has this deranged thought that he needs to let Zane come to love him in return all on his own. He’s feared that if he puts his love out for Zane to see, that it’ll just push the man away. And again, Zane is just ignorant to the whole thing, but Larken knows he’ll come around sooner or later.

Now, let’s throw one more into the mix—enter stage right—Boek, or mostly known as Bo.

Bo’s a feisty little dragon that is mistakenly kidnapped (well, kind of), by Larken and Damien. He’s got a past you won’t see coming, a determination like no other, and is dumbfounded by the fact that he’s feeling something for Zane.

So, Zane’s got a problem—two men, yet only one of him. Who’s he going to choose? Will Larken finally win him over and send Bo off to find love elsewhere, or will Bo wiggle his way into his life, successfully stealing his heart?

Airos cover

Airos: Finding Home series book 3 is out for pre-order today at 15% OFF!

On October 18th it’s a buy-it-and-read-it-that-day pre-release at a 10% Discount at Total-E-Bound.

Then, on November 15th it’ll be available at other retailers (Amazon, B&N, Are, etc).

*so excited—throws confetti!*

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Book blurb:

Zane has everything in his life under control and in order, but can he keep it that way when a young dragon is thrown into his life?

Zane was meant to be a warrior—end of story. Though he may not have had the most pleasant life living at the coven, he still loved being there. But the steadiness of his world came to a halt all within one day’s events. A man he never saw coming has pushed the boundaries of what little normalcy he has, and learning of a secret love is just confusing him even more. Zane has never felt more torn on what he should be feeling…and for whom. Though, if he assumed having two men plaguing his every waking thought was hard enough, learning of the danger his mother is in nearly has his head spinning off into another dimension.

The leader of the Dráguns is threatening to take everything dear to him, his best friend is slipping further and further away from him, and a little dragon is managing to get under his skin in more ways than one. Sorting out what he has to do, what he wants and what’s right for him will be the biggest challenge he’s ever been faced with. Will he follow his heart or will he take the easy path…or is the easy path the right path to begin with?


Zane turned over for what felt like the hundredth time since he’d gone to bed, irritated he couldn’t get comfortable. Groaning, he rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling.

He’d spent the rest of the night and a few hours into the morning in the training room, working out every troubled thought that plagued his mind. But for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out what was bothering him.

Not true, I know it’s him.

And now here he lay, unable to sleep and probably only an hour or so left before he was supposed to get up and start his day. Zane threw his arm over his face, covering his eyes, and let out a frustrated sigh. All right, he’d admit to himself that he couldn’t stop thinking about the dragon. But why? What was it about the man that stirred his mind into a mess? The nagging, distracted feeling had nearly cost him his head earlier—he’d blocked Hirik as the vampire swung his blade at him, but he’d missed Hirik’s reverse move as he brought his weapon back at Zane’s throat. To his luck, Hirik had noticed that he hadn’t seen it coming, and at the last second Hirik leant back, resulting in only scratching Zane’s neck with the tip of his sword.

Zane had been shocked more than anything else. Other than Keddrick or Remus, there wasn’t a man here who could beat him in a sword fight. Even Larken with his higher rank couldn’t beat him, though he was far deadlier in many other ways, cementing his stature. One day his friend would move on to second commander, then commander, then maybe even the sire. Zane couldn’t be more proud of Larken.

Dark hair, amber eyes, full lips…

Zane groaned and scrubbed his hands over his face. He’d managed to go what…five minutes without thinking of the dragon locked down in the dungeon?

Locked up. Away from me.

Something wasn’t right with that, and before he knew what he was doing Zane was out of his room and halfway to the dungeon. Then reality hit him, and he stopped in the middle of the hall, confused, barefoot and in nothing but his cotton sleep pants.

What am I doing? I must be losing my mind because there’s no way that I was about to…

A knot formed in the pit of his stomach. Just the thought of the dragon locked away from him twisted his insides. An ache settled in his chest, begging for something to ease the hurt.

What’s wrong with me?

Desire was controlling him. He had no idea what he was doing or what he was going to do—all he knew was that he had to be near the dragon. The urge was undeniable. Without further thought, he made his way down to the lower level of the castle then stopped in front of the door that held what he desperately wanted inside. Hanging on a hook to the left of the cell door was the big iron key. His hand shook slightly as he snatched it up and unlocked the door.

Author bio:

I was born in Arizona, but have spent the better part of my life in Wisconsin.  While I enjoy living close to my family, my heart longs to live in the South – or anywhere where the winters are warmer, and I hope to someday get there.  I love writing, and try to dedicate as much of my free time to it (ha! what free time?).  If I’m not typing away on my laptop, you’ll find me with my nose buried in a book, or with my loving boyfriend debating on what movie to watch and the never ending back and forth decision of what we should have for dinner.  I love spending time with my family and boyfriend, cuddling with my two cats, and laughing as much as possible (cuz I like to think I’m funny :-D).

Some little tidbits about me are – I love horses and cats, I have a really big sweet-tooth, and I’ve been told I like to talk with my hands (insert hand gestures here).

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L. M. Somerton is On the Bench

Please welcome LM Somerton to On the Bench. LM lives in a small village in the English countryside, she has a list of MM/ BDSM books published with Total-E-Bound including her Tales from the Edge Series that LM is showcasing today – But more importantly she has admitted to liking vegemite and rugby. Okay so it was rugby union but hey any footy is better than no footy – it’s definitely a start. Lol!

I’m also impressed with her holiday ideas. Count me in LM 😉

Now I just have to try and encourage her to switch from that other rugby and follow league.


LM Somerton is On the Bench


Tales from The Edge – Series Blurb

The Edge is a training company with a difference. Its weekend clients come for classes in bondage and domination, not team building and problem solving.

The management, staff and customers of The Edge do not lead boring lives. In fact they have a habit of getting themselves into all kinds of trouble. Put Dominant, possessive alpha males together with bratty, loveable submissives and sparks are bound to fly. These Tales from The Edge are their stories.



livingontheedge_800Living on the Edge – Book Blurb:

Sometimes it takes willpower to resist temptation but courage to give in.

Aiden Keller is a brilliant and intriguing young man. When he’s convicted of hacking, his sentence takes him to The Edge, a high-end corporate training company with a mysterious sideline. There he is given into the custody of its owner, the enigmatic and demanding Heath Anders, and his business partner Joe Dexter.

From the moment Heath takes charge of Aiden he recognises the boy’s submissive nature, even though it is well hidden beneath a veneer of snarky attitude. But for twelve months, Aiden will be his responsibility and Heath cannot allow himself to get involved whilst the boy is obliged to obey him.

Aiden settles into his new life with the help of Olly, Joe’s pretty, submissive boyfriend, who is very perceptive when it comes to noticing the sparks of attraction flying between Aiden and Heath. Slowly and gently, he teaches Aiden that submission is not a weakness and to accept his desire to be dominated.

Unable to resist, Heath starts to test Aiden’s willingness to be obedient, and against all the odds, love (and lust) start to bloom. Aiden, however, is not quite what he seems and his past is about to endanger all their lives.


Aiden watched as he walked away. Broad shoulders topped a body wrapped in a dark fleece and black jeans. Every movement spoke of restrained strength. He moved confidently with a measured, unhurried pace. Aiden couldn’t stop his gaze from drifting down to a very nice arse—the guy was exceptionally well put together. It wasn’t difficult to imagine what it would be like to be held down by Heath, and somehow Aiden knew that held down was what he would be. Heath didn’t look the type for caring and sharing. He was so obviously dominant that it oozed from every pore.

“Probably straight.” Aiden hoped he had only thought the words rather than said them out loud. It was hardly appropriate to be thinking about the man in that way. Still, if he had to be stuck in some godforsaken place as slave labour for twelve months, at least there would be something nice to look at. Twelve months. Fuck. It felt like a life sentence, and Aiden wondered for the millionth time if what he had done was worth it.

Heath returned, levered his long legs beneath the table and placed a large cup of steaming coffee in front of him. Aiden’s hands shook just a little as he ripped open a sugar sachet and sprinkled a few grains into his drink. The fight with the miniature milk cartons proved a bit more challenging until a large hand closed around his own, took the annoying little pot away and opened it for him. The burning sensation would have been less if Aiden had plunged his hand into an open fire. Skin on skin contact with Heath short-circuited his brain and turned his cock into a very hard problem.

He shifted uncomfortably. “I don’t need your help.” He fought the second milk carton and sprayed white liquid across the table.

“Of course you don’t.” Heath wiped up the mess with a serviette. “Look at me, Aiden.”

Aiden suddenly found the tabletop very interesting indeed, but there was something about that voice that stripped away his resistance. Slowly, unwillingly, he raised his eyes.

“Better. I have one ground rule that we need to get out of the way. I know you don’t want to be here. Well, suck it up—I don’t care. You did something wrong and this is punishment, not a fucking day trip.”

Aiden blinked and clenched his fists beneath the table.

“From this point on, you do what I say, when I say it. Disobey me and you will be punished. Do as you’re told and we will get along just fine.”

“So, you say ‘Jump’ and I say ‘How high’? Is that how this works?” Months of frustration and worry brought sharpness to Aiden’s voice.

“How high, how far and what kind of fucking landing is required.”

© L M Somerton

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You can buy Living on the Edge today from Total-E-Bound

Hi Donna, thanks so much for having me on the blog! I’m very excited about my new series of MM BDSM stories, Tales from The Edge, the second of which, Living on the Edge is available now. I had great fun answering your questions, so here they are:

imagesAuthor Interview Questions.

What was the first book you had published?

The Portrait – an MM BDSM ghost story!

What was your initial reaction when offered that first contract?

Euphoria, then abject terror that nobody would like it.

Of the books you have written is there one that holds a special place in your heart and why?

Probably the book I’m just finishing now. It’s a rewrite of my first ever attempt at a story and though it doesn’t bare much resemblance to the original, the characters are very dear to me.

Are you a disciplined writer or do you have to wait for the muse to arrive? Do you have a ritual that gets you in the mood?

I wish I was disciplined! Unfortunately when I write is dictated by how it can be fitted around a family and a full-time job. I need support from coffee and chocolate (obviously) but the evenings work best for me providing there are no interruptions from the cat / child / husband!

What was the last book you read?

Sean Michaels’s latest –

What are you working on now?

Just finishing the first book in a new series about two detectives. It’s tentatively titled Rasputin’s Kiss. I also have plans for two more books in the Tales from The Edge series.

What genre would you like to try and write that is different from your own?

Urban fantasy.

When you receive edits are you Teary and Disillusioned or Feisty and Focussed?

F&F, definitely. My editor is a star and definitely makes my books better. I rarely disagree with her comments though they do sometimes have me rolling on the floor laughing!

What is one thing in your books you’d like to try?

OMG! Don’t think I can admit to that.


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Now for some hard hitters with an Aussie flavour!

A sport /sportsperson that you watch? (C’mon there must be one) OR An embarrassing sporting memory.

Rugby (Union not League) – what’s not to like about thirty hot blokes getting sweaty in tight shirts and shorts? It’s probably treason to say this, but the Aussie team is much better looking than the English one – Liam Gill is very cute (are you allowed to call a rugby player cute?).  D* – LM, I think I found a ‘cute’ photo of your union boy for you. I prefer the first photo…hot rugby league player. Have you had a chance to browse through the photos on my Facebook author page, I think I can sway you over to league. Lol!

Favourite Aussie Author/Actor /Musician?

Chris and Liam Hemsworth. Yummy.

Your view on Vegemite?

Love it on buttered toast.   D* – Correct answer LM, yet so many of my guests get it wrong 😉

Formal dinner party or backyard barbeque?

BBQ, though in the UK these usually end up inside because of the weather!

Adventure holiday or relaxing by the pool?

Bit of both? Pool at the base of a remote waterfall, preferably with Chris and Liam. Skinnydipping. *D – Like the way you think!

Favourite Aussie holiday place or one you’ve always wanted to visit?

I love the beaches south of the Margaret River area – completely gorgeous. Opals are my birthstone so I’d love to go to Coober Pedy and dig up my own!

Find out more about LM and her books on her Total E Bound Author Page  or her Blog

On the Bench with Renee Michaels

This week I welcome Total-E-Bound author Renee Michaels to On the BenchRenee is a multi-published author and has written contemporary, paranormal, fantasy, and steampunk. She has a short story in the gold medal Ippy winning anthology Carnal Machines, published by Cleis Press. She is widowed with a grown daughter and son. A voracious reader, Renee admits to being obsessed with books, she is an avid cook and die hard ‘Trekkie‘ much to her children’s embarrassment. Today Renee will be showcasing her latest release Ménage A Must and giving us a little look into her world by answering the usual interview questions. Tell us about your book Renee.


I can’t write in a single genre.  Ideas pop into my head, the characters take root and my stories spring from those ideas.  This novella is my foray into Regency romance, with a sexy twist of course. Ménage A Must is set in an English country estate at the end of the nineteenth century. Molly my main character is an unconventional maid with ambitions to make her fortune. She serves an American heiress, Annabelle, who’s travelled to the Britain to nab a noble man for her social climbing step-mamma.

Now neither girl is what they should be, demure they are not. Annabelle is curious about matters no unmarried girl should, which keeps Molly on tenterhooks. Our Molly is no shrinking violet either, she manages to collect a pair of lusty lovers to keep company with during their visit. But she must be careful, Annabelle’s stepmother’s schemes, may put an end to Molly’s dreams. Annabelle may find herself leg-shackled—don’t you love the verbiage of that era- to a man she couldn’t learn to love.

Now this story does not have a happy ever after at the end. But I’m happy to say it’s the first in the Molly’s Mayhem, series. I thing Molly should have a few adventures before she settles down don’t you think? Here is the first of Molly’s escapades.

Available from    Total-E-Bound    Amazon


Molly O’Dowd is a maid with ambition. She doesn’t intend to spend the rest of her life in service. But she feels bound by loyalty and gratitude to see Annabelle, her young mistress, settled before she leaves to make her fortune.

At the estate of her employer’s potential suitor, she meets Graeme and Logan, a lusty pair of rouges who entice Molly to indulge in a tryst or two or three.

To Molly’s delight and relief her Annabelle takes matters in her own hands and secures a proposal.  Molly is now free to go, but Molly hesitates after all she now has to reasons to linger a while.


Molly didn’t realise that the vehicle had stopped until the door swung open and a soft cough pulled her from her reflections. Her eyes flew open to stare into the leaf-green eyes of the man standing by the carriage.

His expression heated as he fixed his attention on her breasts with a blatant carnality. Molly’s cheeks grew warm. Heavens, she hadn’t blushed since she’d let Billy Doyle have his way with her against Miss Whitney’s kitchen garden wall at sixteen.

She had the inexplicable urge to cross her arms over her chest but she was made of sterner stuff. With a boldness mimicking his, she took her sweet time with her own perusal, and ran her gaze over the lock of ink-black hair curled over his broad forehead, the clean-shaven jaw with the impudent cleft in his chin, the width of his shoulders, his long lean torso. Molly let her attention linger on his groin as he’d done to her bosom.

She quirked her brow, and lifted her gaze to meet his laughing one.

“Touché.” The flash of his lopsided grin was full of unabashed flirtatiousness. “Who might you be, lovey? And will you come out to play?” he asked in a deep baritone. The intimate tone awakened the first tug of arousal between her legs.

Warning bells clamoured in Molly’s head. The sensual curve of his mouth, the unspoken question in his eyes piqued her interest, not to mention the way he waited for her response with an intensity that both flattered and provoked at the same time.

He’d have her drawers down to her ankles before she could say Jack Flash if given the opportunity. Molly bit her lip. One misstep and Mrs Calder would hang her out to dry.

“I’m Miss Calder’s personal maid, and I choose my playmates with care.” Her pert reply earned an appreciative chuckle.

“As you should. Prudence is the byword in our positions, now, isn’t it?”

“Do you make it a habit to proposition every female servant who visits his lordship’s estate?” From Molly’s observations, she surmised he wasn’t a house servant. His darkly tanned skin told her he worked outdoors. Molly could price clothing and leather goods at a glance. His shirt was made from a fine linen, his vest a good tweed, and his boots, though scuffed and smeared with God knew what, were handmade. Though old, they were worth more than what anyone in service earned in a year.

“Ahhh, but you’ve stolen my heart.”

Her mouth dropped open at his audacious statement. Molly fought to suppress the laugh threatening to burst from her.

“And how often does your heart get stolen?”

He flashed her a lopsided grin. “Only on the rare occasion that I encounter a lass with black curls, pansy-blue eyes, and a pink mouth like yours.” He held out a callused hand. “Logan Devlin, at your service. I’m the head groom here.” His beautiful mouth spread in a suggestive smile. “I have a way with the fillies.”

Molly laughed. He was a complete scamp. “I’m sure you do. As to deepening our association, we’ll see…” She let the words hang and Logan’s cocky smirk widened. “I need to get on with my chores.” She took his proffered hand and hopped down when he moved back.

“Logan, where the hell are you?” A man rounded the corner. The irritation on his face eased into a smile. “Is this scoundrel bothering you, miss?” He snatched off his cap to reveal a mop of chestnut curls. He fixed a mock glower on his face and narrowed his hazel eyes into a parody of a threat.

Charmed but not fooled, she lifted her brows to show her misgivings about her would-be rescuer’s intentions. He was bigger than Devlin, barrel-chested, with massive muscles straining the material of his rough trousers tucked into his work-worn boots. His footwear had been made by the same hand as Logan’s if she wasn’t mistaken.

“Forget it, Graeme, I saw her first,” Logan growled darkly. His breath wafted over her ear, and Molly shivered from the unintended caress.

The possessiveness in his voice had Molly trying to tug her hand from his grip. “Saw me first?”

“He is too bold by far, miss, and a fickle sort.” Graeme offered his arm in a gallant gesture, which belied the glint of sexual curiosity in his eyes.

“Yes, he told me.” Molly’s dry rejoinder earned her a solemn nod.

“Well, then, you won’t want to have anything to do with the likes of him. I didn’t catch your name.”

“I never said.” She stepped back from the two men as they shifted to pen her in. Molly pressed her back against the lacquered body of the outmoded carriage. They eyed her like a pair of hawks about to swoop down on their prey. She licked her lips and fidgeted under their intense scrutiny. Yet she didn’t feel threatened by them. They smiled, no, smirked with a seductive expectancy.


What was the first book you had published?

The Sword and the Sorceress. Erotic Fantasy, a little adventure, a dash of magic, and some hot heroes. If I do say so myself.

What was your initial reaction when offered that first contract?

A big OMG, I can’t believe they accepted it! Was the acquiring editor drunk? – I was a stay at home mom, who’s biggest claim to fame were my family dinners.  This was a creative outlet that was all mine, which didn’t involve, kids, hubby, or household chores.

Of the books you have written is there one that holds a special place in your heart and why?

I think Ménage a Must. My heroine is a bold piece as they would say in the era she inhabits. She goes after what she wants. I am a bit shy myself. That’s ironic isn’t’ it, a writer who pens spicy stories who is bashful.

Are you a disciplined writer or do you have to wait for the muse to arrive? Do you have a ritual that gets you in the mood?

I have to discipline myself, I have a set of rules I adhere to. I turn off the T.V., no browsing the net, or Utube.  If I said I was waiting on my ‘muse’, it would be a good procrastination tool, I am working to give up my title as queen of I will get to it later.  I would never get anything done otherwise.

What was the last book you read?

Karen Rose’s, Did You Miss Me. I love her books. My to-be-read pile is embarrassing by the way.  D* –  I know how you feel Renee, there is never enough time… 

What are you working on now?

Three things. A shifter story in a quartet of stories, the third of my Molly’s Mayhem series, and the third instalment of my Were Chronicles. I know it sounds crazy, but when I run dry on one story, for some reason I can write another. Kind of like taking a vacation from one world and stepping into another.

What genre would you like to try and write that is different from your own?

Romantic suspense.  A little murder, a sick baddie, good red herrings, I started one, I have the title, the premise, the psychosis of the character who’s actions will set things into motion. But I am suffering from the old,’ is it good enough’ question.

When you receive edits are you Teary and Disillusioned or Feisty and Focussed?

The latter, I hate editing so I mow through. Get it done is my motto.

What is one thing in your books you’d like to try?

Oh, boy, blush. Who will be reading this? Better not say.  D*- Chicken 😉




Now for some hard hitters with an Aussie flavour!

A sport /sportsperson that you watch? (C’mon there must be one) OR An embarrassing sporting memory.

All girl’s school, field hockey, boys visiting from our brother school. Split the seams in bloomers, yes we had to wear them under our cute pleated skirts. Need I say more? Face red from the memory.

Favourite Aussie Author/Actor /Musician?

Hugh Jackman is there any other Aussie actor with his hotness factor? I think not. *D – Many have agreed with you there. Have you seen the new Wolverine movie? Yum!

Your view on Vegemite?

Blah. – D*- Disappointing 😉

Formal dinner party or backyard barbeque?

Backyard Barbecue. I won’t have to all the cooking.

Adventure holiday or relaxing by the pool?

Is there booze at the pool? If yes, the pool.  D* – Of course there is booze!

Favourite Aussie holiday place or one you’ve always wanted to visit?

I want to see the Great Barrier Reef as a snorkeler. It’s wondrous on the television, it has to better in reality.

Thank you Donna for having me. You made this painless and fun. Renee Michaels.

You’re very welcome Renee I’m glad you had fun with my questions, come visit again soon.

To find out more about Renee’s books you can visit her website:

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Home Sweet Home with the help of 5 Cup reviews.

I’m Back! I’ve been home for a week but have been suffering from holiday hangover. I just couldn’t seem to concentrate on anything long enough to be productive. It was a wonderful holiday, so many highlights and of course photos but I won’t bore you with them all. Here are some of my highlights.

Firstly, I have to say that travelling business class is quite an experience, one I am truly grateful I was able to endure. Lol! Nothing quite like having your own little pod to inhabit, being able to sleep in a horizontal position is wonderful and the silver service meals are really over the top. Hubby and I met at the bar, yes on the plane, for cocktails and nibbles…that would be food not each other, while teenager watched movies and slept. The fact the kid could sleep was a bonus – nothing like a grumpy teenager to spoil a holiday.


Paris was okay, I loved Rome and Florence but my heart will always be in the UK. England and Scotland are still my favourite holiday destinations. Well that is if I forget about the congestion tax fine we received. I still think the car rental place should have mentioned something about this tax when we picked up exorbitantly priced car at their office in Buckingham Palace Road!

Stopping in to visit the staff at Total-E-Bound was fun and thank you to Claire for taking me out to dinner and the cocktails. Lincoln was a great discovery, such an historic place and we loved visiting the Cathedral and strolling around the town. Big thanks also to my new editor Sarah, who arrived early the next day for a visit before she headed off to do jury duty.IMG_3846

I visited with a few more authors on my way up to Scotland Amy Valenti and Clair de Lune. Hubby and son managed to endure the visits without too much embarrassment. You can just imagine the topics of conversation when you get authors of erotic romance together!
The castle wedding was beautiful –all those men in kilts certainly didn’t hurt 😉
Yes, there were bagpipes played and haggis was eaten…but not by me!


IMG_3954I read a coIMG_3950uple of great books by author HK Carlton in preparation for my trip to Scotland and it made exploring the castles and learning the history even more compelling. I didn’t find Gard though, HK.

Usually I get a teary when a holiday is ending but thanks to the email I received from Coffee Times Romance, the day before we were scheduled to fly home, informing me that two of my League of Love books had been reviewed and received 5 Cups ratings, the tears never came. Instead I floated around in a happy author bubble all the way home.
Here are the links to the reviews if anyone is interested. I’m still pinching myself.


Now it’s time to get back to work and finish poor Riley’s story (dare I say book 7 in my League of Love series.) He has been waiting a long time for his HEA.

Next week my On the Bench interviews resume so I hope you stop by and visit the authors that take a trip ‘downunder’.


Yippee! Europe Here We Come…

donnagallagher_facebook_cover_6_booksOnly a few more sleeps and I’m off on my holiday to Europe. Yippee!


I’ve packed the Tim Tams to share with the office staff at Total-E-Bound. Becoming an author with Total-E-Bound is like joining one big happy family and I’m so looking forward to meeting up with the wonderful crew that helped me put my books out into the big wide world. We’ve shared so many emails back and forth it will be nice to put some faces to the names.

The reason, or should I say excuse, for the trip is to attend a wedding in Scotland. A young couple I met through my husband’s work have become adopted members of my family. Being invited to share this special moment with them and in a castle no less was one I could not pass up. I did take up the vegetarian option for the wedding fare I must confess – didn’t think I could do the haggis entrée!


So accompanied by hubby and my youngest son we embark on the very long flight this weekend. Of course you can’t go that far and not fit in some sightseeing. So we are stopping by Paris, Rome, Florence and Venice before making our way to London and then Edinburgh. We finish our trip with a few days in Ireland before some dedicated shopping days back in London.

I’m hoping that I will be inspired for a few new books in my travels. Surely a Gondola ride around Venice should give me some ideas and a castle wedding – if that doesn’t get my imagination flowing…

It’s been such a busy time for me over the last seven months. As well as the usual day to day life I’ve started this blog, a Facebook Author page, joined Goodreads had six e-books, one novella and two print books released. Wow! I still pinch myself to think about how lucky I am to have found such a supportive publishing house but I must admit I am a little tired, so this holiday is well timed.

I just wanted to post this blog to explain why I will be missing for a short time. I will be back and blogging again in August. I have some new authors lined up ready to be put On the Bench. Thank you to all that have followed and commented on my blog and author page, purchased my League of Love series and an extra big hug to those that have left reviews. It was quite an unexpected surprise to see Caitlin’s Hero back in the best selling ranks at Total-E-Bound this week. Brodie was very pleased with himself but JT and the others did sulk a bit – jealous muses!

I wish I could buy each and every one of you a souvenir but you know what luggage restrictions are like. So I will just have to make do with leaving you some yummy pics.



Stay safe everyone,


Donna 🙂

Morticia Knight – Arresting Behaviour Releases 21st June.

Total-E-Bound’s new promotional teasers are a fantastic way to whet the appetite for up-coming releases. I couldn’t resist posting one of Morticia Knight’s images. Buy Arresting Behaviour now at Total-E-Bound and save 10%. I will have to try and entice Morticia to visit the ‘On the Bench’ blog and answer the author interview.

Arresting Behaviour is Book 2 in the Uniform Encounters series. Each book takes place in Mesa Arizona, and focuses on those yummy men in uniform, and each one can be read as standalone. In this story, opposites really do attract.



 Native American Quinn and Detective Jake come from two opposing worlds. But when opposites attract, the result is explosive.

The Bondage Butcher has just claimed his third victim, and newly promoted homicide detective Jake Gutierrez is anxious to speak to the one man who has been intimate with all three victims—Quinn Verdugo. The reclusive and mysterious artist and poet stays just out of Jake’s grasp, until one night when they catch him trespassing at his ancestor’s ancient ruins.

Quinn is devastated by the recent murders, and for the men he once dallied with. Not trusting his heart to anyone since a cruel rejection in his teens, he trusts the police department of Mesa, Arizona even less. He is determined to find the bastard who is committing these gruesome murders, and take care of things himself.

When Jake and Quinn finally meet face to face in the interrogation room, both men are startled at the direction things take. Agreeing to work together, they have no idea the dangers they have yet to face. But what is more dangerous – the murderer, or the spark that has been created between the two very combustible men







He was in dangerous territory by staying alone with the man at his place. There couldn’t be any nonsense going on between them. Besides, Quinn hadn’t exactly invited him over, he had just barged his way in. Now he was feeling foolish. Had he overstepped his boundaries? It was just that he’d been so upset when Quinn had told him about the previous night—a knot of fear had settled in his stomach at the thought of that sick bastard being alone with Quinn, touching him, getting ready to do God-knows-what.

He would be completely professional. He was only there to keep watch. That was it.

It was going to be a long night.

He also needed to head to the station early in the morning to make sure that the whole poetry night sting was set, and brief the lieutenant on his progress. Plus, he had to follow up on the list Quinn had given him of previous partners. He couldn’t just remain glued to Quinn’s side, even if that did seem like a nice idea.

Down boy.

He could feel a stirring in his jeans, and wasn’t sure all the resolve in the world would help him if he were to arrive at Quinn’s place with a hard-on.

They got there ten minutes later, and Jake felt he had himself under control. It was a gorgeous starry night, and he marvelled at the display in the sky this far out from the city lights. That was one of his favourite things about the desert—everything seemed much purer out there.

He jumped out of his truck as Quinn languidly got out of his car then walked towards him. He had the briefest sensation the man was going to punch him or something, because his pace quickened and he moved with such intent. The light from the waning full moon illuminated Quinn’s graceful and sexy form as he drew nearer. Just as he got to him, Quinn reached out, grabbed the back of Jake’s head and clamped his mouth onto Jake’s lips.

His breath was startled right out of him, but all he could do was melt against Quinn’s muscled body, and reach up to twine his fingers in the man’s glorious mane of hair. This was exactly what he wasn’t supposed to be doing, but all reason and sanity had disappeared once Quinn had locked lips with his.

There was nothing polite or reserved in the kiss. It was raw and feral, and everything Jake had dreamt it would be. They used their hands everywhere on each other’s body, as Quinn continued to plunder Jake’s mouth. He felt himself being guided towards Quinn’s front door. At some point, Quinn managed to get it open—no lock as he’d said—and they stumbled inside, still tangled up with each other. Quinn kept pushing Jake farther in, and he began to feel the smallest stirrings of concern.

It’s not right. I shouldn’t—not yet.


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First Chapter Reveal – Sarah’s Soldier

Sarah’s Soldier… Chapter One is LIVE ! Try before you buy! If you love it why not treat yourself to an exclusive 10% off with a Total-E-Bound Pre-Release copy!

Read it now  –  when you arrive at  Total-E-Bound‘s Sarah’s Soldier book page click on the read excerpt link to reveal first chapter.


Book six in the League of Love Series
It’s what they have in common that drives a wedge between them—childhoods tormented by loss and heartbreak that have hardened their hearts.

When Sarah, digital and social media coordinator—or ‘digi-chick’, as she’s been called—is asked to babysit the special guest at the Jets Rugby League Club’s annual Anzac Day clash, she’s hesitant. What will the returning war hero, wounded from battle, think when he lays eyes on her dyed, flaming red hair and her face full of metal piercings? More than likely, the rule-following, uniform-wearing conformist will take one look at her and double-time it away from her feral-looking behind.

But the sexual attraction that sizzles between Sarah and Dylan is evident from their first touch, and despite both having built walls around their hearts, as protection from childhood loss and pain, they are keen to take advantage of the sheet-scorching, orgasm-exploding sexual tension that is simmering between them.

Of course, falling in love was never part of the plan.

Read the chapter now by expanding the excerpt link on Total-E-Bound Publishing’s Sarah’s Soldier Book Page