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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More from the SEALs of Summer Authors!

•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

Crash and Burn: A Men of Crash, Fire and Rescue Short Story by Anne Marsh

Tempted by the Pack: Blue Moon Brides, Book #1
by Anne Marsh
(if you want the really naughty stuff!)

See Me by Zoe York

Ivan (Her Russian Protector #1) by Roxie Rivera

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?”

Meet…. Wicked Sexy

•March 5, 2014 • Leave a Comment

I just turned in final edits for my very first Harlequin Blaze: WICKED SEXY. WICKED SEXY is a July 2014 release, which means that the print books are on shelves in the U.S. in mid-June, with the ebook version shortly thereafter. It’s also part of a print duo in Australia and Harlequin is releasing a digital version in the UK.

I’ve loved having the chance to write about sexy Navy rescue swimmers… and am even more thrilled that Harlequin has signed me for two more books in the series.


Too sexy to resist?

Danielle Andrews was supposed to be on her honeymoon. Instead, she’s back on Discovery Island licking her wounds and running for shelter when she sees Daeg Ross coming her way. Years ago, on this very beach, Dani started something with the special ops aviation rescue swimmer. But she refuses to be tempted by the wickedly hot military hunk again.

Daeg Ross is used to jumping into treacherous waters. But his feelings for relationship-shy Dani are a whole new type of risk. They are volatile—and irresistible. When their lives are threatened by the invading winds and endless rain of a tropical storm, Daeg and Dani are forced to take shelter and ride out a wild night. Together, will they sink…or swim?


Goodreads Giveaway for SMOKING HOT!

•February 26, 2014 • Leave a Comment

Want to win a signed print copy of SMOKING HOT? I’m giving away two copies on Goodreads!

Goodreads Book Giveaway

Smoking Hot by Anne Marsh

Smoking Hot

by Anne Marsh

Giveaway ends April 15, 2014.

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