Romance Readers Descend Upon Arizona!

I can’t believe it’s been a year already since the last Arizona Dreamin’ Romance Reader Event. I’m still living off the high of that one! But, yes, tomorrow evening ushers in  this year’s event and I’m so super stoked.

I’ve already met  friends that came in today… Shannon, Sonja, and Jamallah. Had a blast. I think it’s an omen of wonderful things ahead for us. Wonderful authors will break down that wall of mystery between them and their fans. Books and favorite characters will be discussed. And the Man of Our Dreams will be chosen.

More to follow after it gets underway…

For everyone… in honor of the event, GHOST OF A CHANCE WILL BE FREE FRIDAY AND SATURDAY, 6/ and 6/2  on amazon…


Fierce Dolan speaks of Soul Romance and A Gigolo Seduction!

A Secret of Soul Romance

A little known fact of another of my incarnation is that I am a professional intuitive.  For 14 years I’ve worked with clients to help them resolve concerns around job, health, and romance.  As you can guess, it’s the latter that perplexes most people.

Most such clients come to me because they are tired of the dating scene and want to find their soulmates (a word that makes me cringe, but that’s another story).  Others have been in longterm relationships with a mate they recognize as soul kindred but just can’t handle the day-to-day drama anymore.  While every case is unique and I approach them as such, there is a particular dynamic that unites these romantic disenchantments, and that is a deep bond at a higher soul level, with little or nothing compatible in the mundane.

What does that mean, exactly?  In my language that means the High Selves of people can be crazy for each other, while the formed counterparts, not so much.  In practical terms this means they are in love with <I>the potential</I> of the person, rather than with the person.  Relationships in which this is true are often characterized by constant turbulence.  There is very little middle ground.  They are either madly passionate or at each other’s throats, and in some cases are madly, passionate at each others’ throats.

Does this mean such relationships can’t work?  Of course not.  Frankly, some people come to realize that they thrive on drama, the passion of it enlivening the relationship.  Others eventually grow into some more compatible rhythm, move in the same spiritual direction.  Some part as lovers, though realize deeply supportive friendships.

Most of the time, though, these relationships dissolve, leaving all involved hungering that deep soul bond again, yet challenged to find it with someone more on their wavelength.  Since most of us are domesticated with the belief that we can only ever have one soulmate (cringe), we look back on such raucous relationships as “failures,” instead of seeing that we can love each other on many different levels.

So the next time you’re mad for someone but the road is a little too rocky, ask yourself, “Am I crazy for this person, or for this person’s potential?  Am I acting out of my High Self?”  And if you’re not sure, well, write me.  We’ll figure it out.

Fierce is the author of the newly released interracial romance, Gigolo Seduction, from Decadent Publishing.


Mezzofiction author, Fierce is imagination shapeshifted as a scribe taunting blank pages and carpal tunnel, neither of which are much use for deadlines. Close allies are impeccable timing and a trusty masseuse. Being a switch I/ENFP doesn’t hurt. For kicks Fierce has other personas across several genres, tends to fill in “Other” on surveys without explaining, and chooses the finality of the Japanese Tamagotchi.

In summary: Fierce writes all kind of dirty things that you probably shouldn’t ever read…

About Gigolo Seduction

On Gigolo Seduction

Long in passion’s service, confident Asif enjoys his life as a thirty-something escort, bringing romance into the lives of metropolitan socialite cougars. Gifted at seducing wealthy white MILFs and bringing them endless pleasure, the arrogant Persian eschews investing in a personal life. A chance meeting with young artist, Cass, while on the job at a gala event, changes his perspective on women forever, and unleashes desires Asif never knew he had.

From Gigolo Seduction

“Are your works always so intricate?”

She shakes her head, again scanning the tower, though my eyes stay on her. “Frescoes are always detailed and hard work, but this is way above and beyond. Layering in kinetic elements to give moving light and dimensional depth is my dream project come true. Most of my projects are just frescoes.”

Just frescoes.” I laugh. “They’re noble and valiant relics in the art world.”

“They’re actually in high demand.” Her tone is matter-of-fact. “Though few people can afford them.”

“Well, you’ve outdone yourself here,” I affirm. Her smile is sincere, her pride evident, elegant, enchanting.

“It’s taken quite a long time to come together, and I’ve left the plasterer more than a little frustrated on several occasions.”

“I can’t imagine him staying angry for long….”

“They’ve given me deep creative license over the project, so that’s saved my ass a couple of times. It’s kind of mind-blowing to work on something so limitlessly funded.”

Our eyes lock for mere seconds and the silence is disturbing. “I was just going for a bite to eat. Would you care to join me?”

Cass nods. “I’d like to, but I need to finish this section. This medium doesn’t wait well.”

She’s genuinely interested and I want her to be. I want her to be as affected as I am. Before I can prod further she asks, “Maybe another time?”

Reluctantly, I follow her to the elevator. She opens it with a pass card attached to a cord coiled on the drawstring of her pants. My eyes linger on the brilliant green gem in her navel.

“What’s your name?”

“Asif,” I reply without hesitating. The sound is bare, like a secret revealed, though I don’t understand why. I always use my real name.

“Another time, Asif.”

The doors slide closed, and I agree.


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Get in touch with The Demon Side, by Heaven Liegh Eldeen

We hate them and we love them. No, I’m not talking about our spouses. I’m talking about the ever evolving villains of today’s fiction world. The writers of our generation have slyly and creatively blurred the lines of good and evil to the point of confusion. The villains they have created stand in the grey area between right and wrong. One page has you falling in love with the character, then comes the grand betrayal. Your once chivalrous knight suddenly transforms into the treacherous troll under the bridge.

Gone are the days when the bad guys were easily detectable by the huge hairy moles on the end of their freakishly protruding noses and maniacal hack saw teeth. Replacing their hideous appearance, now stands an ultra-sexy, uber-fit, flesh statue carved by the gods themselves.

With the mad-scientist lab coat in the trash, they don expensive tailor made suits and evening gowns that most of us wish we could afford to sniff. Their plots of evil doing no long involve taking over the tri-state area. Their conspiracies still centers around ruling the world, but for an understandable reason. Some great injustice haunts their past, forming their future as a force to be feared and reckoned with.

And say goodbye to the times when they hid away in the shadows, watching their henchmen completely fail at carrying out their dastardly plans of destruction. As full fledge respected members of high society, super villains today have Ivy League educations, unlimited resources, and employ a full state of the art army of highly trained mercenaries. And this just covers our human arch nemeses.

Our world is filling more and more with the ever growing paranormal fiction phenomenon. No longer do we care for the clichéd everyday anthropoid. We crave fangs, claws, and powers beyond our wildest understandings. But these traits banish them to the edges of our world, watching from the outside in.

A hunger for acceptance builds with-in those creatures so deep, leaving them no other options than to destroy all that is around them in the hope for their races survival, making their causes a tad more justifiable. I mean who wouldn’t like to see their race of shape shifting, cannibalistic, Neanderthals finally being accepted in a world that previously rejected them to the sewers of Gotham City? 

With their super natural abilities, they suavely manipulate you into trusting their labyrinth of lies, wanting them carnally, believing in their campaign of annihilating innocence and willing to do anything for them ,short of suicide. I am guilty of falling in lust with my fair share of bad boys and sulking in a pit of jealousy over the bad girls before and after their intentions were revealed.

But for the new twists on how we perceive villains, I am thankful. Without the trailblazer’s of yesterday’s paranormal fiction world, my novella, The Demon Side, probably would have been laughed out of the writing world. 

~Heaven Liegh


“Every kid has problems. Every kid has even more problems when they move to a new home. But when a kid with problems moves to a new home that has a Demon living inside it—look out!

 Etta’s world is about to spin out of control when she encounters her new roommate—and Rahovart, that ancient trickster, is in for a few surprises too. So don’t mind all the crashing and rumbling; that’s just the normal noise Angels and Demons make when they’re fighting an epic war in the attic.

 One thing’s for sure: Etta and Rahovart will have to go through Hell to Heaven and back again before that old Victorian home in Quantico Town finally quiets down…”


Etta plopped back onto her bed and stared at the ceiling for a few moments. I wished I could hear her thoughts. Her father had just admitted to being a murderer for all practical purposes, though that was not how I viewed him. I truly believed John only tried to save the village, but his fervor and some help from a desperate Alastor, turned what should have been a heroic act into a bloodbath. Many men have unknowingly fallen from grace in the name of the greater good. Now, hopefully Etta would see that her father was just the victim of blurred lines between good and evil.

“What are you thinking?” I asked as I lay down next to her on the bed.

“Can a person still go to Heaven even if they’ve killed someone?”

“Well, I’m not in the business of getting people to Heaven, Etta. That’s the last place I want them to go,” I reluctantly replied.

“Even if it were me?” Etta stared hard at me with watery eyes, looking right into my blackened soul. I never gave much thought to where her soul would go, except to stop her from mistakenly giving it to me.

“That is a choice for you to make. I can’t force you to choose a side. I can only put the temptations in front of you.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“What do you want me to say? I want to see you burn in the depths of Hell? You’ll never hear that from me. Only you and your actions can decide where you go when you leave this world.”

“I would go if it meant I could be with you, you know.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” As much as I would have loved for that to be the case, her comment angered me. I couldn’t imagine a person like her becoming something like me.

“I know that when you’re around I feel safe nothing could ever hurt me. I get butterflies in my stomach when you touch me. I know your soul, Ra. I don’t know how, but I know. I knew it the second I saw you. You weren’t meant for this existence. You fought for good once, and I’m certain you will again.” Etta was strong in words. She spoke with solid confidence. She described what I felt.

Author Spotlight

Heaven started her writing career two years ago after being challenged by a relative to write something different than the barrage of vampire novels on the market. With her ‘Oh, Yes I can!’ attitude, determination and support from her family, she completed her first novel The Demon Side, releasing this October. When she’s not kissing owies, climbing Mount Dishmore, or obsessing over her Facebook book page, you can find her at the computer revising or editing one of her five works in progress.  Having lived in many states, she has now settled down in California with her husband, her son and a beta fish named Barry. 

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How many hats can a person wear?

  We tend to wear many hats throughout our lives. I happen to wear about four currently – a wife, a mother, a teacher, and an author. At any given moment, any hat could be tossed on my head regardless of whether  I’m already wearing one or two or not. Sound familiar?

Well, school has officially ended for the year and I’ve put away that hat for 8 weeks, except for the few days of training I need to attend. I can now devote my full attention to my writing. I can be the full-time author I love to be. I can escape the hum drum and create fantastical worlds and memorable characters in stories that hopefully linger in the minds of my fans.

Uh oh, now that I think about it, as an author, I wear even more hats! I’m a promoter. I’m a marketer. I’m a publisher (for some of my work). I’m a sales representative. Why, even the man up there in the corner doesn’t wear as many hats as I!

At some point, something’s gotta give. But until I’m in the publishing world a bit longer, it will  all have to fall on my shoulders, alone. I gladly do it, too. I love writing stories for you. I love hearing how they touch your heart, or make your pulse race, or inspire you. I love reading the excited posts when packages make it to your hands and how possessive you are over “the angel boys”. I love hosting those virtual games and how much fun we have. I wouldn’t trade any of this for the world! So bring it on! I’m ready for those hats like nobody’s business!

Psst… anybody out there wanna wear a hat or two? I can pay you  with free books! Ha ha ha… ;)



Donya Lynne “Rises” to the Occasion… Rise of the Fallen Blog Tour

In the streets of Chicago exists an uneasy, centuries-old truce between vampires and their distant cousins, a race of shifters called drecks. Vampire enforcement agency, All the King’s Men (AKM), is charged with maintaining the truce, but when volatile enforcer Micah Black loses his mate and falls into the biological agony that results from the broken bond, he tests the boundaries of the truce by seeking out Apostle, a leader in the dreck community. Micah wants Apostle to kill him, a request Apostle is more than happy to fulfill.

When ex-Army medic Samantha Garrett inadvertently disrupts the plot and saves Micah’s life, a chain reaction sets Micah’s heart on a collision course with Sam’s, but he will have to protect her from Apostle and her obsessive ex-husband, Steve, if they will have a chance at forever. Can Micah hold his emotions together to keep Sam alive?

Here’s a scrumptious excerpt for you!

Sam couldn’t explain it, but holding the knives in her hands and catching the tone of his voice as he said he knew how to use them turned her on.

“Show me,” she said, flipping the Bowie in her hand so she could hand it to him handle first. “Teach me something.”

Maybe Micah could show her how to disembowel someone. That way, if Steve ever did find her, she could have some fun. The thought immediately filled her with guilt. Could she really do that to someone? Even an abusive ass like Steve? Put a bullet between his eyes, maybe, but cutting him up like she was Jack the Ripper? Okay, so under the right circumstances, she probably could. Better to be prepared if it happened.

Micah’s gaze shot to hers and he reached out almost tentatively to take the knife. It was as if he wasn’t sure he should.

“Oh, go on,” she said. “I won’t hurt you.”

With a smirk, he took the knife and flipped it around, the blade shimmering as it danced in the light. He tossed and sliced it through the air then grabbed it backhand and lunged for her, pushing the blade toward her throat and stopping a couple of feet away. She barely flinched, knowing in her heart that he would never hurt her. Their eyes met and he seemed almost as breathless as she felt, and not from exertion.

Biting her lip, she clutched the Big Brother with the same grip he was using on the Bowie.

“Like this?” She batted his arm away and surged toward him.

He fell to his back as she cut the knife through the air and stopped within inches of his throat. She loomed over him, feeling her pulse quicken as his eyes smoldered up at her.

“Where were you a few days ago?” he said, his voice deep and seductive.

“Apparently waiting to rescue you.” She barely pressed the edge of the blade to his skin, biting her lip, liking the thrill she got from the look in his eye. It was a mix of fear and lust, the way she imagined a cuffed masochist looked as he prepared for his master to flog him.

“Any regrets?” he asked.

She shook her head, heat pooling like warm honey low in her belly and between her legs. “No.”

Sam felt him relinquish himself as the Bowie thudded to the floor. His free arm swooped around her and pulled her on top of him. She had to swing her leg out from under the covers, but with the knife still held to his throat, she straddled his hips and skimmed her other hand over his smooth, bare chest, as surprised at her reaction to him as he was.

“Tell me you’re not using some mind trick on me to make me feel this way,” she said.

His hands crept up her bare thighs and inside the legs of her shorts. “I’m not compelling you, if that’s what you mean.”

Raking her blunt nails across his pec, she smiled as he hissed and pushed his chest toward her hand. He looked good, still thin but more puffed up, like someone had hooked him up to a hose and blown air into what had looked like a deflated body the other night.

“You look better, by the way. The other night you looked like you needed a couple or a dozen sandwiches.”

“Oh?” His hands pushed further inside her shorts and she shifted her weight so he could explore further if he wanted to, but he only went so far before pulling his hands back out to continue exploring her elsewhere.

Sam hadn’t reacted to a man like this in a long time. Actually, she had never reacted to a man like this. Was it just the danger Micah represented, or how safe she felt with him despite all the peripheral shit she still wasn’t sure she had wrapped her head around? Or was it the knife at his throat, or just the fact that she had been through a lot in the last twelve hours and simply needed an outlet for all that unspent adrenaline? Maybe it was a combination of everything. Who knew? What she did know was that her body craved his in a way that felt almost criminal.

Shifting her hold on the knife, she dragged the tip of the blade lightly over his skin, to the hollow of his throat, down his sternum, and over to one dark, gathered, quarter-sized nipple.

Normally so straight-laced and proper, Sam wanted nothing of either right now. Some would say that after so long without, her body now felt the need to make up for lost time, spilling over with arousal. A dark, mysterious man, possibly – probably – a vampire, lay under her, bent to her will as she flicked the tip of the knife across the puckered hardness of his nipple.

“Aren’t you scared?” She bent forward so that her face was directly over his and her hips rose from him. His hands skated up the sides of her legs and into her shirt to blister her skin with desire.

“I’m scared you’ll stop.” His hips thrust upward to keep the connection between their lower bodies, and his hardness pressed against her.



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For The Special Women in Your Life… A Gift…

I love Mother’s Day with all my heart. The greatest accomplishment in my life is being the mother to my two girls. Okay, so now that they’re in full-blown Hormone Land, some weeks our home resembles a lion’s cage. But then, other weeks, it’s so great I can’t help but smile all the time. Sometimes, I want to sell them to folks as natural birth control, and other times, I cry because they’re so amazing.

In honor of Mother’s Day, I would like to give you all a gift to give to someone else. Now, you don’t have to be a mom to qualify. You don’t even have to be a woman! You just have to KNOW someone who is a mom or LIKE a mom to you or someone else. That means aunts, grandmas, cousins, dear friends, and so on. This gift is for special women in your life who care and nurture others.

Here’s how to get your special gift:

1. ON SATURDAY, buy Ghost of a Chance my ghostly romance short story, and/or Picture Perfect, my light romantic suspense short story, for your women of honor. They’re both only 99cents each, but worth so much more in terms of swoon factor.

 Ghost of a Chance (1 Night Stand Series)Picture Perfect

2. Email me ( proof of purchase, BEFORE SUNDAY, and I will respond with a special, personally written Mother’s Day poem for you to give along with these romantic tales.  I will send it as an attachment so that it has a pretty border should you want to print it out.

(Offer valid for stories purchased on Saturday only. )

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY to all the women out there who share their caring and love with others!

FREE Paranormal Romance for Mother’s Day!

Ghost of a Chance (1 Night Stand Series)I couldn’t have timed it better myself! GHOST OF A CHANCE, my uber-romantic paranormal short story is FREE on THURSDAY 5/10 and FRIDAY 5/11 for KINDLE. Just in time to be the perfect Mother’s Day gift. Afterward, it’s only 99 cents. Here’s what people are saying about GHOST OF A CHANCE… And stay through the end for an excerpt!

Absolutely Beautiful!, November 8, 2011
This review is from: Ghost of a Chance (1 Night Stand Series) (Kindle Edition)

Absolutely Beautiful!

This short fast paced story was such a beautiful and heartwarming tale woven almost like a fairy tale come true as in when the prince kisses Snow White she comes alive, however in this case with the help from Madame Evangeline’s 1 Night Stand’s match making, Susannah’s heart and passionate feelings towards love attempts to conquer a long ago curse placed upon the handsome man Remy.

Only one thing can cure Remy’s long go curse that his ex-wife placed on him of being a ghost and that is “Only the touch of a woman who loved him could restore him to his corporeal form.”

Susannah’s sensual touch and Remy’s sexy voice that magnifies a lustful love of desire as they lose all control in this erotic tale will have your heart melting and cheering the couple on to happiness in the end.

The erotic scenes were medium hot. The writing was perfect as it drew me into the story and the characters were well connected. I definitely will be reading more of this authors work.

Great read!

Filling backstory, April 23, 2012
This review is from: Ghost of a Chance (1 Night Stand Series) (Kindle Edition)

Book Title: Ghost of a Chance
Author: Deena Remiel
Published By: Decadent Publishing Company
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Recommended Age: +18
Reviewed By: Emily Tuley / AngelsCryHavoc
Blog Reviewed For: Great Minds Think Aloud Literary Community
Rating: 5 Ravens

Can the two save each other from their endless lonely fate? Well if your curious I suggest you pick up this novella and really allow yourself to fall in love with them and enjoy each page as you turn it just as I have.


4.0 out of 5 stars The Widow and the Ghost Find Love, February 21, 2012
This review is from: Ghost of a Chance (1 Night Stand Series) (Kindle Edition)

Looking for a magical romantic evening? Be careful what you wish for when your soliciting Madam Eve’s 1Nite Stand Services.

Susannah is overworked due to her own need to get past her husband’s death, but now she wants a vacation. She has decided that its time to get back amongst the living and start a relationship with someone.
Remy let his work become his life causing his wife to divorce him and have a literal bitter curse placed on him. Since he was like a ghost in their relationship, he could be a ghost for real. His only chance is to get a woman to touch him while feeling love for him. In ten years, he has not been able to achieve this. Madam Eve is his last hope.

Remy and Susannah’s story was sensual, but sweet. It is a short story so naturally we have instant attraction, but it is magical after all. Their needs for just what each other has to offer made them well drawn and loveable.

When you want just a taste of romance, give this one a try- yummy chocolate included.


Reviewer: Belinda Boring
November 30th


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Reviewer: Wendy Mitchell
November 26, 2011

GHOST OF A CHANCE: Overall rating: 
Sensuality rating: Very sensual

Deena Remiel’s books always leave me feeling upbeat and positive. In Ghost of a Chance, Deena’s sweetness and optimism are clearly evident.




“Will you join me over here or shall I join you in the mysterious shadows?”

“You’re lovely over there. Stay. The way the light plays against your hair and sparkles in your eyes, well…you’re breathtaking, Susannah.”

Rendered speechless by his intensity, she stood as still as the statue they spoke of, and… blushed. Her cheeks were on fire! Get a grip, Susannah! “Thank you. I….I, heck.” She blew out a breath and started again. “Come over here so we can sit and get better acquainted.”

He still didn’t move. Is he so shy that he hides behind trees and in shadows?

“Do you think I’ll get to see you before the night is over?” She heard a soft chuckle. Good, maybe a little humor will loosen him up.

“Perhaps. I’m a bit nervous, as you can no doubt tell. I haven’t had any success with this kind of thing before.”

She took a step toward him—she would have to be the aggressor. “Neither have I, and I’m a little nervous, too.”

“You mentioned in your bio you were interested in a magical experience. One that would ‘sweep you away’.” His voice cracked, and he cleared his throat.

“Yes, I am.” She inched closer to the frozen, outlined figure.

“Before you take another step, you should know I’m different.”

“I read in the New York Times that you became reclusive about ten years ago. You’ve taken great strides toward ending that by being here now.”

“There’s a reason why I keep to myself. It may startle you, so be prepared. I am very much on the magical side of this world at the moment.”

Before she could move, he did, which brought him out of the shadows and into the light. Susannah gasped, startled at the transparency of the man who stood before her. Nervous laughter bubbled in her throat.

“What is this, some kind of joke? A holographic image projected here while you hide safe and secure in your room?”

“I’m afraid not. I’ve been living an alternative lifestyle lately.” He opened his arms as if to show himself off and let them fall back to his sides. “And this is all I am. I’m a ghost of a man, Susannah.”