I love to read and write those fun, spicey, and interesting romances of all kinds that leave you wanting more at the end. That ah factor can't be overrated! My stories have strong alpha males and feisty heroines who usually end up together for a happy ever after. You can find me in all kinds of links using my link tree! Come join me in the golden glow of romance. https://linktr.ee/brandygolden
☃️❄️⛄️For the next few weeks, all of my Indie books will be discounted in Smashword’s huge end-of-year sale! Deals and steals like crazy for the holidays!
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🔥🔥🔥My first book in the Eastcoast Spitfire series, Taming HIs Irish Spitfire will be listed as free. 👀What a hot deal!
Now is the time to take advantage of the offerings from some of your favorite authors, some at huge discounts! Delicious!☕🍪🥂
A Christmas Undercover: A spirited housekeeper, a brooding highlander, and a holiday wrapped in mystery.
Lucerne MacNamara has a problem only a Christmas miracle can solve. Her agency’s housekeepers are fleeing from Darro MacCandish’s remote Heaven’s Gate estate, leaving her business teetering on the edge. Facing a damning lawsuit, her last resort is to disguise herself as just another employee to face the surly highlander head-on.
In the depths of the Scottish Highlands, Darro MacCandish is a man with little patience for incompetence, demanding a housekeeper who can handle his home’s chaos and his children’s needs. If Lucerne MacNamara can’t deliver on her contract and provide him with a competent employee for the holidays, then he’ll have her in court on Christmas day if that’s what it takes.
As Lucerne braves the winter chill and Darro’s icy demeanor, she delves deeper into the tangled web of deceit and frayed relations that turn up way more than she bargained for. Amid the stark beauty of the highlands and the warmth of holiday cheer, will she discover the truth behind her employees’ discontent and mend a heart as forbidding as the landscape? Or will the secrets she uncovers ignite a yuletide showdown that will change their lives forever?
The winner will be drawn using a random name generator. This HOP is open internationally. All entries must be received by December 12th at 11:59pm EST.
Only correct, completed forms count as a valid entry. 1 entry per person. Good luck!
The Hop is being sponsored in conjunction with a takeover party tonight in the Facebook Group, Rottie Books Party Room! The fun begins at 4:00pm EST and goes all evening. Prizes, gift cards, games, it will be fun. I’ll be offering a $10.00 Amazon card for book cash myself! Come join me and all the authors below for a great evening.
26 authors have banded together (thanks to Karen Nappa‘s organization) to put together an advent-like calendar. Behind each door is something special, like a free book, special discount, short story, audiobook codes, or whatever (electronic) gift each author chose to give.
Check back every day to get your latest gift!
Some expire within a day or two, so don’t delay!
This graphic lists all 26 authors in the order their “doors” will open starting in the left column.
Discover a world of passion behind each door of Karen Nappa’s Steamy Romance Advent Calendar.
Well, due to an operator error (I won’t say which operator but it might be me), my pre-order is now alive and well on retailers for my new Christmas story!
Christmas Undercover: A spirited housekeeper, a brooding highlander, and a holiday wrapped in mystery.
Lucerne MacNamara has a problem only a Christmas miracle can solve. Her agency’s housekeepers are fleeing from Darro MacCandish’s remote Heaven’s Gate estate, leaving her business teetering on the edge. Facing a damning lawsuit, her last resort is to disguise herself as just another employee to face the surly highlander head-on.
In the depths of the Scottish Highlands, Darro MacCandish is a man with little patience for incompetence, demanding a housekeeper who can handle his home’s chaos and his children’s needs. If Lucerne MacNamara can’t deliver on her contract and provide him with a competent employee for the holidays, then he’ll have her in court on Christmas day if that’s what it takes.
As Lucerne braves the winter chill and Darro’s icy demeanor, she delves deeper into the tangled web of deceit and frayed relations that turn up way more than she bargained for.
Amid the stark beauty of the highlands and the warmth of holiday cheer, will she discover the truth behind her employees’ discontent and mend a heart as forbidding as the landscape? Or will the secrets she uncovers ignite a yuletide showdown that will change their lives forever?
Warning: This book does have a little spanking and edge-of-your-seat suspense, as well as a possible need for a handkerchief. If you don’t like those things, avoid them at all costs!
Shrouded in mystery: A secret business deal. An old debt called in.
Danni Oaks became disillusioned with the business world and men when her father tried to use her as a deal sweetener in a marriage proposal. The experience left her emotionally scarred and afraid, yet still yearning for a man she could actually trust. Would the handsome and debonair owner of the Stardust Ski Lodge be that man? Or was Sanders Linson in on a secret deal with her father that would blow her world apart?
Sander’s Linson has had his own hidden reasons for buying the Stardust Lodge from John Oaks which didn’t include falling in love with the man’s daughter. Gaining Danni’s trust hasn’t been, easy and he risks losing her forever when she finds out the truth, but there’s no turning back now.
Will Dani and Sander’s relationship survive after the fiery eruption of hidden agendas and deceit fade away?
My very first published book is going wide and will be on sale for most of the holidays. Can’t believe it’s going on three years since I first published A Lass Worth Fighting For!
Tragedy is an old acquaintance of Kellina Duncan and Forbes MacColloch, both bearing the scars of their pasts. When their worlds collide, can love’s power mend their shattered spirits?
Enjoy this Excerpt
If Forbes had been able to get a word in edgeways, he would have been too shell-shocked to speak. Held captive, his mind screamed danger as he helplessly wheeled along behind her gently weaving buttocks. He was fascinated at the enchanting way they undulated in her snug denim jeans. In the kitchen, she bent down to put the eggs in the drawer and set the milk on the shelf.
Entranced, he watched the material go tight, his todger desperately trying to stand at attention. He felt the sudden intense urge to reach out and caress, or smack the rounded globes presented so enticingly. He wanted to lay her down on the floor and make her his in every sense of the word.
His breath caught.
Alert!
This was dangerous ground, and never in a million years had he thought he’d be walking it again. He didn’t realize how close he’d gotten until she stepped backward and tripped on his feet, thereby landing her luscious bottom directly in his lap.
His hands automatically reached out to steady her, one muscled arm going around her narrow waist to keep her from falling. The scent of her long chocolate curls wafted into his sensitive nostrils. He couldn’t quite place the luscious smell, but it seemed a cross between home-baked bread and ginger.
Damn, she felt so good on his broad thighs, fitting snugly into his arms like she was made for him.
“Oh,” she gasped. Her gray eyes with their purplish heather flecks widened when she twisted in his lap and their gaze met.
“P… pardon me, I didna expect ye to be right behind me!”
She scrambled off his lap and stood there, her chest heaving as she twisted her slender fingers together. “I hope I didna hurt ye!”
His todger suddenly went limp, as if sad at her departure, and his lips twisted in defensive derision. “Dinna ye ever stop talking, lass?”
The change from contrition to fire was immediate, and her bonnie eyes flashed.
“Someone has to keep a conversation going; yere like talking to a bump on the proverbial log,” she replied with a huff.
One small foot encased in a leather boot tapped a rhythmic tattoo on the floor, expending an energy that seemed to keep her curvaceous figure constantly moving.
“Do ye have me payment ready? I need to be getting to my next delivery.”
“And here I thought ye were worried about hurting me. Have ye forgotten so quickly?” His tone was mocking now. “But then I guess ‘tis always money first with women, eh?”
“I guess the same could be said for men and sex,” she replied sweetly, not missing a beat. “Money can be important for a woman when a lazy lay-about won’t pull his own weight.”
Her eyes sparkled in a challenge. To his amazement, they sparkled with everything but pity. And they were drop-dead gorgeous.
“And sex can be just as important when a man can’t get no lovin’ from a cold fish,” he stated boldly with an exaggerated American West slang.
“Maybe ye should try a woman instead of a fish,” she shot back.
“Are ye volunteering?” He cursed himself for that remark. No way he was getting involved with anyone again.
She shook her head, hair falling in curly waves about her shoulders and layering across the top of her pink-checked, button-down shirt. “As tempting as ye might be, I’m afraid I’m committed elsewhere. Ye’ll have to go a-huntin’.”
Forbes shot her a sardonic grin. “I dinna have to do the hunting, they come to me.”
One delicate brow shot up. “If that’s true, then ye better be staying off the ledge instead of out there, acting like Snoopy on a limb. One of them might be pushing ye over after getting a taste of yere hospitality.”
“Snoopy on a limb?” For the first time since the accident, Forbes fought the urge to chuckle.
“Or hanging morosely over the edge of his dog house, whichever ye prefer,” she added with a smug grin.
His sense of humor felt another tickle.
“And here I thought of myself as Edgar Allen Poe’s dark raven, giving ye the evil eye off me precarious perch.”
He watched in fascination as Kellina snorted, her lips twitching, and then she broke into a peal of laughter. It was like the sun breaking through the clouds on a rainy day, enveloping you in its warmth, inside and out. He couldn’t help the crooked, not been used since forever, grin that stole across his own mouth. He had to admit, she had a quick wit. She was also the first person he’d met who didn’t send him furtive glances of pity and sympathy; she just took him at face value.
It was ridiculously refreshing.
“Aye, ye do resemble a raven more than Snoopy, I’ll give ye that, Poe, but I really have to be going. I’ve got a schedule to keep, and I’m running a tad late as it ‘tis. If ye dinna know anything about my payment, I’ll collect it from Corny when he gets back. Ye have nae need to worry about it.”
She whipped around him then and headed for the front door. He followed her just so he could watch her delicious butt cheeks undulate once again.
“Dinna be late again, Kellina. There are consequences for tardiness, ye know.” Why the devil that had slipped out he couldn’t fathom unless her nicely rounded bottom was to blame.
She whipped her head back around the door, her beautiful eyes flashing once again. “I’ll be late if I’ve gota mind too, Poe. It’s my own schedule I keep—or not keep. And there’s nary a damn thing ye can do about it!”
Unable to help himself, Forbes quickly wheeled out the patio door and across the concrete where he could get a glimpse of her headed down the rocky path to the main road below.
Corny’s cottage was on a blasted precipice! Her neat figure was sure-footed, her long curls waving in the air behind her. She disappeared all too quickly, leaving him to wonder ….more
If you haven’t read this second-chance holiday romance, you are in for a treat. Perhaps some of my Scottish slang wasn’t quite up to what’s considered normal today, given how cultures progress, but I like to see how far I’ve come in my writing career. And if you’ve been following me and enjoy my spanking romances, then perhaps you do too.
A huge thank you to my readers for sticking with me as I’ve published over a dozen more books independently, not to mention the paperback version in many of those. The journey so far has been fun and I’ve learned a ton of new stuff on the way, and am still learning more. Without readers, it wouldn’t be possible to continue doing something I love.
THANK YOU! Hugs, Brandy
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He took the chair and rested one palm on his knee and his forearm across the table, watching her. “So, where’s your man? Sleeping in?”
His voice was deep and gravelly and Cassidy liked it, even if she didn’t like his tone.
“He got called away on business but he’ll be back,” she replied coolly.
“He left you alone?” The voice was disbelieving.
“Am I in danger here?” Cassidy’s eyebrow rose to the natural challenge this man generated within her.
He chuckled. “A beautiful woman should never be left on her own, she can get up to too much mischief.”
“And we know how you’d take care of that, don’t we?” Cassidy could have bitten her tongue the minute the words left her mouth, but it was too late to take them back. What on earth had prompted her to say that?
“Ah, a quick study, I like that.”
The corner of his mouth quirked up in amusement, stirring up Cassidy’s dormant temper at the same time. She was a girl that was usually slow to anger, but for some unknown reason, this man brought out the defiant in her. She wanted to challenge him, to call his bluff regarding his outrageous views.
What if it isn’t a bluff? Her wayward thoughts reminded her. He could be for real. Not! Her eyes flashed mutinously at him.
“I wouldn’t do it if I were you.” His warning was encased in velvet but his own eyes returned her steady gaze, green flames licking her as surely as if he had reached out and touched her. Cassidy felt herself go hot and then she shivered, startled at the fact that he seemed to know what she had been thinking.
“Do what?” she huffed. Her muscles felt tense and strained, her every nerve focused on the cowboy facing her.
He leaned forward, his face inches from hers, his lean body easily crossing the circumference of the small table. She refused to shrink back although every hair on her arms and neck stood on end as if rising to greet him. Even her nipples felt erect and she resented that fiercely.
“You want to challenge me,” he replied softly so that only she could hear. “You are dying to find out if I would really put you over my knee…
I’ve got some romance promos for you all to browse. I’ve picked out a few of them for myself. 🙂 I’ve found some authors I hadn’t tried out yet and wanted to. These kinds of offers are great for that.
After all, we all try to support each other, and as readers also, save a dollar or two where we can, right?
Part of being in promotions of great deals is to share them, so I’m sharing them with you.
Of course, my .99-cent deal on Taming His Irish Spitfire is in these promos, but the cover isn’t updated yet. I’m sure you’ll notice that when you look through these.
Here are both covers for Irish Spitfire. The first cover is in the promos.
Which one do you like best?
Email me at storiestolove@yahoo.com with your opinion and I’ll award one lucky winner a $5.00 Amazon gift card. Random pick!
First Cover Newest Cover
This first promotion is only good for one week beginning July 1st and is all .99-cent deals.
Irish Spitfire and the rest of the series are available at all these fine retailers and free to read in Kobo Plus! Just click on the link and follow to Kobo. 🙂 https://books2read.com/u/3GpJ58
Are you up for a $25.00 Amazon gift card for book cash?
I will be in Romance Readers Recommends on Facebook as a visiting author on Tuesday night, 6/20/23 from 7:00 pm to 8:00 pm central standard time–I’m located in Missouri.
I will be giving away this gift card, some free books, and playing some games!
Come join me and BYO—whatever you want that to be! 🙂
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Discover a world of passion behind each door of Karen Nappa’s Steamy Romance Advent Calendar.
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