Excerpt from TEASING HER SEAL!

•September 29, 2015 • Leave a Comment


GRAY absolutely wanted to believe that she’d picked him. The reasons didn’t matter so much, although he couldn’t be a gentleman if his life depended on it. Laney Parker drove him crazy. From her methodical, let’s-schedule-everything-including-sex approach to life to the way she stared at him as if he was the most mouthwatering brownie on the plate and she planned on having him. Now. Maybe he drove her a little bit crazy, too.

As he followed her inside his room, he realized something else. Laney dressed up for date night drove him more than a little crazy. His awareness of her was a ten on the Richter scale, her sassy sundress begging to be stripped off as she strolled into his room with a sexy roll of her hips. Giving in to temptation, he ran his fingers down the exposed line of her spine. Her dress dipped almost to her waist in the back, a clear hint that she wore no bra. The only thing between him and all her pretty, sun-kissed skin was a handful of cotton.

He pulled her back against him and wrapped one arm around her waist. With his other hand, he tilted her chin up and kissed her. A hard, demanding kiss because if she wasn’t ready for this, for him, he needed to know. For her, he’d slow things down, kiss her until he got it right. He bit her lower lip, catching the plump flesh between his teeth. She tasted like raspberries, pink and tart where she’d slicked some sort of gloss over her lips. He licked her once, twice, then swept inside her mouth when she gasped.

But she pressed back against him, her tongue flirting with his, and when he increased the pressure of his mouth, she moaned. She moved her hands, too, stroking his arms, petting his thighs, as if she couldn’t get enough of him. And then she drew back.

“Wait,” she said.

Crap. He’d scared her. “Laney—”

She wriggled around, turning in his hold until she faced him. “So much better,” she sighed, tipping her head back. “Carry on.”

She was right.

He backed her toward the bed, suddenly grateful for the room’s small size. Five steps and her knees hit the mattress. The room’s lack of romantic extravagance was a plus. Hell, the place was downright sterile. As a resort “employee,” he merited four walls, one door, one window. He also had a twin bed, a set of plain white sheets and a navy blue comforter, none of which he’d put to much use because he’d spent most of his downtime in the SEAL camp. Frankly, the difference between this room and Laney’s bungalow was the difference between, say, Siberia and Fiji. It probably mirrored the differences between the two of them, as well.

“Can we have sex now? Please?” She tugged at his T-shirt.

“I want you to try something for me first.”


Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a pair of silk ties. Usually, he would have used whatever was handy—a cord, a length of rope, his belt. But for her, he’d wanted something special and one of a kind, because she was all he could think about. Thank God none of his team had spotted him going into the hotel gift shop where he’d picked out a pair of pink silk ties while the saleslady smirked at him from behind the counter. But it had been worth the small amount of humiliation on his part. The fabric was soft and wouldn’t burn her skin. He’d also be able to free her easily if she panicked.

“I want to tie you up.”

She made a sound, her face flushing. But she didn’t take her gaze off the ties in his hand. Then she looked up at him, her eyes glazed with a sweet, lush need. “What do I do?”

He set the ties down on the bed and then reached for the strings around her neck holding her dress together. One good tug and they parted, just like he’d imagined. The cotton slipped to her waist when she wiggled. She liked what she was doing, or maybe she just liked turning him on, because her nipples were tight, her breasts flushed.

“Look at these waiting for me.” He cupped her breasts, rubbing his thumbs over the hard tips.

The dress hit the floor.

Laney hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties. She must have toed off her sandals because that scrap of black lace was all she wore. And, Jesus, she wore it well. The wicked black vee barely skimmed her mound. She was all shadowy curves and sweet, decadent temptation in the dark room.

“Leave the panties. Kneel on the bed and put your hands on the headboard.”

She hesitated. “I love these panties.”

So did he.

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Spend a wild night with some very wicked Alphas…

•September 23, 2015 • Leave a Comment


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Stuff Your Kindle!

•December 26, 2014 • Leave a Comment

More than 40 romance authors listed ALL of our freebie books in one place so you can STUFF YOUR KINDLE (or Kobo, Nook or iPad!) now that the hard work of the holiday is behind you. Treat yourself for FREE!


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•June 16, 2014 • Leave a Comment

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Excerpt #3 from Smoking Hot!

•April 20, 2014 • Leave a Comment

Time for a third excerpt from SMOKING HOT, my Smoke Jumper novel that is part of the SEALs of Summer boxed set! (which releases tomorrow–soooooo excited!)

Excerpt – Smoking Hot

AnneMarsh_SmokingHotThe firehouse door was propped wide open, so there was nothing stopping Tye Callahan’s forward advance. Intel said his target was indeed inside the building. Painting. He’d spent his first three days in Strong learning the lay of the land, where the exit points were. Katherine Lawson rented a bungalow on Spruce Street—and he must be getting used to the wholesome Americana feel of the place because the fact that all the side streets in Strong were named after trees barely made him wince now—and she drove an impossibly small Kia with a correspondingly large dent in the front fender. Surrounded by friends and family, she had plenty of bolt holes if he scared her and she ran.

So he wouldn’t scare her.

That’s an order, sailor.

He paused just inside the door, quartering the hallway. No visible hostiles, but the open door to his left led out to the garage bays. One fire truck was partially visible, the bay echoing with the cheerful din of men checking gear. Framed black-and-white photographs of the firehouse in its glory days lined the hallway to his right. The place had looked better fifty years ago, no surprise. He’d looked better ten years ago himself. A strong smell of paint wafted from his right and… bingo.

Target acquired.

He moved out. The hall went straight for twenty feet, then bent ninety degrees. As soon as he reached the turn, he got his back to the wall. Going in blind wasn’t an option he favored, so he peered around the corner and—holy Mary. Targets in the good old U.S. of A. were a hell of a lot prettier than anyone he’d made in Baghdad or Afghanistan.

When the blonde at the bar had mentioned painting, he’d imagined a gallon of Behr’s finest and some roller action. Color him wrong. His target faced off against a large wall half-filled with an explosion of pinks, greens and yellows, although he had no idea what the mess was supposed to be. She fisted a paintbrush like it was a weapon, reaching out to brush another stroke of bright pink over the layers and layers of paint on the wall, her ponytail bouncing as she worked. The shoulder-length hair was mostly brown, but the southernmost end was pink and—he squinted—purple. Huh. He hadn’t spotted any purple in the monstrosity she’d splattered on the wall.

She brandished the brush at the wall. “You, sir, are supposed to be done.”

Tye looked at the wall again. Nope. The wall still sported a good fifteen square feet of empty space. Unless this was some kind of post-modernist crap, she was way behind schedule.

She sighed, cursed—was that French?—and bent over to dunk her brush in the paint can by her bare feet.

Color him a dirty old man because, sweet Jesus, in all his thirty-two years he’d never seen a sexier pair of legs. Katherine Lawson—and if this woman wasn’t Katherine, he’d eat his BDUs—wore some kind of itty-bitty romper thing where the top and the bottom were all one piece. One very short, ass-hugging, boob-clinging piece covered with yellow and white polka dots and held up by thin straps. A lacy scrap of ribbon traced her cleavage and outlined sweet curves his fingers itched to touch. Hiding a bra underneath that top was mission impossible, which had to be his favorite part of her get-up. Dip his fingers beneath the edge and he’d find nothing but sweet, bare skin.

Stand down, sailor.

As she crouched to daub more paint on the bottom of the mural-in-progress, Tye reminded himself he wasn’t on leave. The romper pulled tight, outlining the curve of her ass and hinting at a tantalizing strip of hot pink that definitely advertised thong territory. He wasn’t here to—Jesus¬—date or even one-night-stand Katherine Lawson. There was one reason and one reason only for his presence in Strong. To make sure she was as okay as she could be and do whatever he could to make up for his part in her fiancé’s death. That dose of cold reality took care of whatever else might have been stirring in his BDUs.


This was Kade’s girl? The letters she’d written Kade had been funny, although not half as funny as the wicked drawings she’d doodled in the margins. Little vignettes from Strong, poking gentle fun at the town’s residents and small town life. Reassuringly, blessedly normal news and chitchat while he and Kade had been parked in the middle of hell. He hadn’t realized how young she was. Kade had been twenty-eight to Tye’s thirty-two, but Kade’s Katherine… was even younger. No wonder Kade had worried about her. Had made Tye promise to look after her if shit hit the fan and he couldn’t finish the job.

Fall back, sailor.

Except then… the firehouse siren went off. With a startled shriek—Katherine Lawson had a pair of lungs on her, because he heard her over the siren’s ear-splitting wail—she toppled backwards. Tye sprang into action, swiftly closing the gap between them to crouch down behind her and cup her elbows.

Her headed thudded backwards, banging into his chest even as her back hit his spread thighs. He caught a glimpse of wide brown eyes before she twisted in his arms. Yup. He’d scared the shit out of her. Way to go.

Her foot lashed out and the paint can flew up. An Olympic diver would have scored full marks for the perfect somersault—and then lost every last point on the ultimate splat. He’d had no idea one small can could contain that much paint. There was paint on the wall, on the floor, and all over those long, bare legs he’d be fantasizing about later tonight… He tightened his fingers on her elbows, holding her above the rapidly spreading pool of red.

“I’ve got this,” she snapped, jerking against his hold. “Let go.”

No, she didn’t.

But, hey, he knew no when he heard it and he was turning over a new, gentlemanly leaf. So he let go and she ass-planted right in the small lake of paint. Right at his feet.

“That’s what I was trying to avoid,” he observed.

“Merde,” she said with the worst French accent he’d ever heard and tried to get to her feet.

He could see what was coming next, but there was no way he moved in time. She slipped—the paint was as slippery as it was red—and her hands shot out, grabbing for support. Her palm slapped against his crotch, painting his BDUs with a red X-marks-the-spot.

“Oh, my God.” She stared at her hand like she couldn’t believe she’d just pawed a total stranger. Which meant she also stared right as his dick, which decided her words had to be a compliment. “I mean, mon dieu.”


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Freebie Friday

•April 18, 2014 • Leave a Comment

Freebie Friday! SEALs of Summer releases on Monday, but a number of us have free books on Amazon, if you want to get started on all the crazy goodness.

The Cowboy’s E-Mail Order Bride (Cowboys of Chance Creek) by Cora Seton
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Crash and Burn: A Men of Crash, Fire and Rescue Short Story by Anne Marsh
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Tempted by the Pack: Blue Moon Brides, Book #1
by Anne Marsh
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See Me by Zoe York
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Ivan (Her Russian Protector #1) by Roxie Rivera
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Excerpt from Smoking Hot!

•April 17, 2014 • Leave a Comment

So, as many of you know, I’m participating in a super-sexy boxed set that releases on Monday 4/21. SEALS of SUMMER has contributions by NYT, USA Today and national bestselling authors… ten SEAL novels and novellas in all. You can pre-order the set from Amazon now at its temporary sales price.

SMOKING HOT is my fourth Smoke Jumper book and I’ve got to admit… I’ve got a weakness for Tye and Katie. Katie, with her bad French and kick ass shoes, just might be my favorite heroine so far.




“You know how Kade is,” Katie said, staring at Tye like a Who Wants To Be A Millionaire player down to her final lifeline.

Was, he wanted to say to her, but he’d done enough damage already. He wasn’t going to disillusion her, not over coffee and brownies. So he nodded and waited for her to continue.

“And I know most everyone thinks he’s not coming home.”

“But?” He could absolutely hear the but.

“But I think he is. I believe he is. He sent me an email right before he disappeared.”

“What kind of an email?” He racked his brain, trying to remember if Kade had spilled any details. Mentioned anything important.

She blushed slightly. “A bucket list. He made a list of all the things he wanted to do before he died.”

Tye didn’t make lists of things he wanted to do tomorrow or the day after. In his line of work, tomorrow was a dicey proposition and time could run out all too fast. If there was something he wanted to do, he did it.

He eyed the woman sitting across from him.

Right now, he wanted Katie Lawson. In his arms. In his bed. Hell he’d take her sprawled across the coffee shop table, and that was one hell of an image.

“I’m going to do everything on that list,” she announced.

Then blushed. What the hell was on that list?

“You going to show me?”

She chewed her lower lip and dove back into the brownie bag. He recognized a deflection when he saw it.

When she’d chewed, swallowed and run out of brownie, she answered his question with one of her own. “You want to do it with me?”

Well. Yeah.

She blushed. “That didn’t come out right, did it?”

“Depends on what you’re offering.”

He wished like hell sex was on the menu. He’d sweep her off her feet, carry her out of this coffee shop right now if that was what she was really offering. The pink painting her cheeks, however, said he was going home alone again tonight.

“The bucket list,” she enunciated. “Do you want to help me check the remaining stuff off?”

“So that would be a no to having sex?” He set his coffee cup down on the table. Jesus, making her blush was fun. Her whole face was on fire now.

She waved a hand. “Sex isn’t first on Kade’s list.”

“You sure your fiancé was a SEAL?”

He shouldn’t tease her. On the other hand—his eyes narrowed—what exactly was on that list? Because it sure sounded to him like sex might actually be on it. Near the bottom, maybe, but that sounded like Kade alright.

“Positive.” She leaned towards him. “Will you help me with this?”

“Would swimming with sharks and running a marathon figure on this hypothetical list?”

She smiled. Sweetly. Which was definitely his first warning. “You bet. Kade put some good things on there. Are you in?”

He held out a hand. “I want to see the list.”

“I don’t have it with me.”

He recognized a lie when he heard one. “Bring it.”

“Later.” She stood up, clearly having decided on a strategic retreat. Since he really wasn’t ready to let her go, he shot out a hand and captured her wrist in his fingers. Katie Lawson had the softest skin, even if her pulse beat a get-out-of-Dodge rhythm. Busting her was fine and he had all the time in the world for the next two months. He stroked his thumb over the pale veins and considered his next move.

“Do you mind?” she asked, tugging on her wrist. “I’m attached.”

“Katie.” He pitched his voice low. “You know I’m going to see that list, right?”


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