Playing with Fire has a new look!

Series: Playing With Fire

Titles: Truth or Dare ~ Hide and Seek ~ Spin the Bottle ~ Hot Lava

Author: Anne Conley

Genre: Contemporary Romance Suspense

Publisher: Beyond DEF Publishing Services, LLC

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Hide and Seek - Available NOW

Spin the Bottle - Releasing October 28, 2019 

Hot Lava - Releasing November 18, 2019

It's just a truth or a dare ... right? 

Some things never go as planned. Nannette’s artistic retreat began with disaster. She’s distracted by a blazing-hot firefighter who thinks she needs a knight in shining armor. And her precious masterpieces have turned into combustible images of her hero.

What is she supposed to do? 

Jude is rethinking everything he’s ever thought about love and desire, and Nannette is the ignition point. The colored swatches of their need are too brilliant to be contained on canvas, and neither of them know how to deal with the embers of desire when they burst into flames.

You can always run, but you can't hide. 

Joey is trapped in a backdraft. His relationship with Simone is going great—until she dumps him. His mother is marrying a younger man, and his station has him in a Santa suit for a fundraiser. Not exactly what he’d call the best lot in life, especially with an arsonist on the loose in Pamona Gulch. 

Things are heating up to dangerous levels. And then he sees her. 

Vivian is licking old wounds and trying to protect the precious heart of her four-year-old daughter. Her ex left her world in cinders, and starting something knew and full of promise leaves her wondering what will remain when the smoke clears.

It all started with a kiss. 

Zane can admit it was a disastrous one. But the odd case of Lettie is one he’s determined to explore. If the stubborn woman would just give him a second chance, she’d see they are explosive together. 

One kiss tells Lettie exactly how things are going to go in a relationship. The lip-lock with Zane is a non-starter, but he won’t take no for an answer. He even opens his home to the shelter animals as she struggles to clean up the smoke damage from the most recent arson fire. 

“Have dog, will love” has to count for something, right? But as Lettie fights to extinguish the sizzling attraction, Zane continues to show her just how well he can create an inferno.

Twice burned is sometimes the key. 

Logan doesn’t do repeats. Ever. It’s a cardinal rule he must live by. Katie was a mistake—one he never would have made if he knew she lived in Pamona Gulch. It would have saved him the slow and steady burn of his lust for the last two years. The need to take Katie back under hand … and command … is stronger than ever now.

With Logan, Katie learned things about herself she’d never known. How desire could be a precision-cut diamond forged in the hottest temperatures. How guided mastery could lead her to unattainable heights. And now she’s left in the cold, running to find that same high.

Into the arms of a dangerous blaze. 

Desire flares when Logan saves her. What’s between them is undeniable, but with the arsonist caught and anger sparking, will it snuff out what’s growing, or will it only add fuel to the fire?

Anne has written her entire life and has the boxes of angst-filled journals and poetry to prove it. She’s been writing for public consumption for the past several years. Currently, she has five romance series and one in the works. Stories of Serendipity explores real people living real lives in small-town Texas. The Four Winds chronicles God’s four closest archangels—Uriel, Gabriel, Raphael, and Michael—falling in love and becoming human. Pierce Securities is comprised of nine books that follow a crew of misfits who come together to fight crime and also find love along the way. The Book B!tches is all about a group of women in Mystic, Texas, who get into all sorts of shenanigans while trying to dodge the serial killer targeting the town. Playing with Fire is filled with sizzling-hot firemen and plenty of suspense and mystery with an arsonist on the loose. Rocco Securities, a Pierce Securities spinoff, is coming soon. 

 She lives in rural East Texas with her husband and children in her own private oasis, where she prides herself in her complete lack of social skills, choosing instead to live with the people inside her head.

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NEW RELEASE! Power of Love

Release date: May 25, 2016

Cover Design: Laura Hidalgo of Beyond DEF

Cover Model: Michael Joseph

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SYNOPSIS

Welcome to Mystic, Texas, where the past stays alive in more ways than one.

Vanessa Power, a budding Indie Romance author, believes the town is calling her name, being the new life and fresh start she’s craving. She’s met an amazing group of women who have a regular book club, reading only Indie Authors. Unfortunately, her new house is in worse shape than she thought and holds more mysteries than she’s prepared for. And then there’s the handyman.

Linc Patterson holds more mysteries than her house and the town combined, with a past he won’t reveal in a package which is built for nothing short of sin. 

Linc is captivated by his new boss, the only person in town who will give him a job, but only because she doesn’t know he’s an ex-con. Can he keep his past locked away, while at the same time indulging in his fantasies with the pleasantly curvy and deliciously sexy Vanessa? Probably not.

They are both looking for a new start in life. Will they be able to find it together? Or will something sinister keep them apart?

Excerpt:  

Later, Vanessa was downstairs painting, when Linc called out to her. She hadn’t been imagining him upstairs, sweaty, at all. His grunts as he moved heavy pieces around hadn’t affected her in the least. So when he yelled her name, she didn’t totally run to do his bidding.

Lies.

She tried not to look too eager as she stuck her head around the door where he worked. Linc was standing there in a pair of low-slung jeans, showing off a beautiful torso that made her mouth dry. She still couldn’t get used to it.

“Can you hold this sheetrock up there while I screw it in?” He’d apparently finished the floors in this room and was moving on to the ceilings.

Unable to squeak out an answer, she nodded and went to the ladder he had set up.

“Be really still. This scaffolding isn’t real sturdy,” he cautioned as he held it while Vanessa not-so-elegantly climbed up. The sheetrock was propped up with wood pieces, so she wouldn’t have to bear the entire weight of it herself, which was probably a good thing. Vanessa got into place and reached up to hold the sheetrock flush against the ceiling, and Linc climbed up and stood behind her.

Oh. God.

His body heat against her back was intense and warmed her all over. It was like suddenly being inside of an oven as Linc was surrounding her. He put his hands over hers and adjusted the sheetrock a bit, aligning it to the corner while sparks of energy flowed from his hands up her arm, like a shock. As he reached around her with the electric screwdriver, she could smell him—his clean sweat—musky and sweet—laced with the scent of leather and aftershave. It made her lightheaded. She couldn’t stop watching his arms as the muscles undulated under the skin with effortless power. His breaths in her ear sent tingles throughout her body, and Vanessa had a hard time being still, wanting to rub her thighs together to stop the pooling moisture in her panties from running down her thighs.

Yeah. She thought she had repressed all this wanting to rub on him like a cat in heat business, but now it was back in full force. But he had been mostly professional and she wasn’t going to be the one to break the professionalism between them. So she didn’t act on her impulses.

Besides, he’d been so frustrated about the book earlier. And his bi-polar mood swings were ridiculous. Sometimes, he didn’t even look at her, and others, like now, he was all over her. And he was her employee, so she couldn’t beg him to screw her like she wanted to. It would ruin everything, right?

Even if she longed to turn around on the ladder and lick him all over.

“Good… That’s real good,” he murmured in her ear as he fastened the sheetrock to the ceiling, sending all sorts of erotic thoughts through her head before inhaling deeply behind her. Goose bumps erupted across her skin, and it took everything inside her to not whimper. The ease with which he’d screwed the panel of material to the ceiling suggested she might not be necessary in this whole process, but she wasn’t going to say so.

Resting his hand at her hip, he maneuvered her across the scaffolding, as if she were a dainty little thing. “Other end?”

“Sure,” she managed to squeak. And they did it all over again, seven more times. Vanessa was a weak puddle of goo by the time they had finished. And the look Linc gave her when they’d climbed off the scaffolding was loaded. Heated. Anything but professional.

She had no fucking idea what to do with it.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Anne has written her entire life and has the boxes of angst-filled journals and poetry to prove it. She’s been writing for public consumption for the last four years. Currently, shehas four romance series. In Stories of Serendipity, she explores real people living real lives in small town Texas in a contemporary romance setting. In The Four Winds, she chronicles God’s four closest archangels, Uriel, Gabriel, Raphael, and Michael, falling in love and becoming human. In Pierce Securities, she gives us Ryan, Evan, Miriam, Zack, Quinten, and Simon. Her newest series, Book B!tches, is all about a group of women in Mystic, Texas who get into all sorts of shenanigans. She lives in rural East Texas with her husband and children in her own private oasis, where she prides herself in her complete lack of social skills, choosing instead to live with the people inside her head.

Cover Reveal--Power of Love, Book B!tches #1 #BABB #CoverReveal #RomanticSuspense

Cover Reveal!!

Title:  Power of Love

Series:  Book B!tches, book 1

Author:  Anne Conley

Genre:  Contemporary Romantic Suspense with elements of the Paranormal 

Cover Design by Laura Hidalgo

Photography by Eric Battershell

Model:  Michael Joseph 

Blurb:

Welcome to Mystic, Texas, where the past stays alive in more ways than one.

Vanessa Power, a budding Indie Romance author, believes the town is calling her name, being the new life and fresh start she’s craving.  She’s met an amazing group of women who have a regular book club, reading only Indie Authors.  Unfortunately, her new house is in worse shape than she thought, and holds more mysteries than she’s prepared for. 

And then there’s the handyman.

Linc Patterson holds more mysteries than her house and the town combined, with a past he won’t reveal in a package that’s built for nothing short of sin. 

Linc is captivated by his new boss, the only person in town who will give him a job, but only because she doesn’t know he’s an ex-con.  Can he keep his past locked away, while at the same time indulging in his fantasies with the pleasantly curvy and deliciously sexy Vanessa?  Probably not.

They are both looking for a new start in life.  Will they be able to find it together?

Mark your calendars for release May 25th!

UNEDITED excerpt:  

“I wish I could watch him fix my house up all day.”

“Aren’t you married?” Kristie pointed out, to which Melanie only shrugged.

“Married.  Not dead.”

Vanessa blushed. “Yeah, he says he can fix it. It’s going to take a while though,” she hedged.

“Of course it will. You’re in the Evan’s place? He may need to rebuild it, that would take years,” Wren was grinning widely at her, and Vanessa had to admit the thought had crossed her mind.

“Yeah,” she repeated feeling a little stupid. “He’s certainly not hard to look at.” 

Giggles and murmurs of ‘you get him girl’ echoed around her. “But doesn’t he have a girlfriend?” She remembered Cindy at the hardware store and the giggling in the background when she’d called.

Samantha wore a rare frown. “She’s temporary. You’re way better than she is.”

Okay, so there was a history here, and she was apparently the new piece of it. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. Before she could wrap her head around it, the living room turned into chaos.

Wren’s wine glass flew out of her hand and spilled all over Kristie’s linen, issuing a shriek from the woman. “Dammit! Sam, can you get control of Addison? She does this shit every time I come over.”

Samantha was sheepish. “Sorry. She likes company.”

“Never at your house again.” Kristie rubbed frantically at her blouse, muttering very unladylike curses under her breath.

Vanessa was looking around for other people in the house, children maybe, she couldn’t see for some reason. Then she realized what she was doing. Looking for invisible kids. Nothing had touched Wren’s wine glass.

“Who is Addison?” She almost didn’t want to know the answer, especially after remembering the lotion incident.

“She’s my ghost,” Samantha said blithely as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

The words were spoken with so many undertones, Vanessa couldn’t comprehend them all at once. One, that it was obvious she had a ghost. Like a pet. Like everyone had one. Like it was normal. Vanessa took a sip of wine, trying not to jump to the conclusion her new friend was a few French fries short of a happy meal.

“Cool,” she said noncommittally, even though her mind raced with the events she’d felt at her own home. Walking around with cobwebs, cool hands… was that a ghost? No. No ghosts in her house. Her house was going to be an awesome home someday. She hadn’t signed up for ghosts.

Tiffany took a massive bite of sandwich and then spoke around her mouth full of food. “You probably have one too. They’re everywhere here.”

“What do you mean?” They were all nuts. But at least they seemed harmless. At least, that’s what people said until they pulled out the box of candles and live chickens. Her eyes darted around, looking for someplace to keep wildlife. It didn’t look like there was any place to store a sacrifice and she didn’t see a Ouija board anywhere…

“This town is built on some sort of fault line to the underworld,” Wren said. “The veil to the other side is thin in Mystic.” She shrugged, as if she hadn’t just spoken lines straight off a horror movie trailer. “You get used to it.”

Vanessa tried not to roll her eyes, even if this was a bunch of mumbo jumbo. 

“Okay.” She hoped.

“I’ve got a ton of them at the museum. I think they come in with people’s stuff,” Kristie was trying to get the wine stain out of her pants. “But mine are way better behaved than Addison. Jesus. That girl will be the death of me.”

Vanessa took it all in stride, or at least she tried to. A haunted town? Not wanting her new friends to think she wasn’t a team player, she asked, “So, does every place have one?”

Melanie shrugged. “Yeah. Most of them, anyway. It takes a while with new places for them to imprint themselves.” Damn. She’d had high hopes for Melanie being the sane one—the voice of reason in the madness.

“So, what do they do? Mess with electrical stuff? Make people crawl on ceilings?” An uncomfortable laugh erupted from Vanessa, and she tried to hide it with stuffing a piece of cheesecake in her mouth.

“No, not really.” Kristie was still patting at her stain. “They just hang around. You can tell they’re there by the way they smell, sometimes they touch you and stuff. But Addison is a damn poltergeist, and she’s a total bitch.”

“So, they’re not out to get you or anything?” She was trying. Really.

“Hell no! I love mine,” Wren replied.

“Mine came with me when I moved here,” Tiffany offered. “He wasn’t around when I lived in Dallas, but when I moved here, he must have done what Kristie said, and come with my stuff, because something here makes him stay.” Her voice was funny, but Vanessa didn’t pry. It sounded like she had known her ghost in real life, and talking about it made her want to cry.

“The Pint has an old saloon girl. She pinches the guys’ butts and such. She likes to push couples together,” Sam was getting into it, her voice taking on a sing-songy quality, like any great story-teller. “The story goes, she was in love with the Sherriff, but he wouldn’t have her, since she was a lady of the night, and she hung herself.”

“Are they all attached to horrific stories?” Vanessa didn’t want to think about something awful happening in her home. She was still desperately trying to think of it in those terms, even though it didn’t look homey at all.

“No. Most of them are just old, dead people. That’s what mine is. I named her Kitty. I have no idea where she came from, but she’s there now. Smells like White Shoulders.” Kristie giggled like a kid, apparently having gotten over her anger at Addison.

Vanessa’s mind spun, wondering if she had a ghost, or if these women were total nut cases. Dear god. All her new friends were Looney Tunes.

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Jordan Rocco has just received a medical discharge from the Marines and is now working with his brother, Evan, at Pierce Securities. He's struggling to find his place among these men who have a brotherhood that doesn't seem to include him. Jordan's only saving grace is the woman across the hall in his apartment building, with her smart mouth and tight curves. 

Mia is wholly focused on making enough money at her crappy job to bring her sister home to live with her, instead of globe-trotting with her mother and the latest in a long line of losers. A boyfriend is not in the cards. But a couple of nights with the hottie across the hallway—to release some pent-up frustrations—wouldn’t be remiss. When she's grabbed from her apartment in the night, Jordan witnesses the crime, helpless to stop things. 

He's suddenly got a new mission: Before the worst can happen, he has to save the woman who has come to mean more to him than he realized. 

***WARNING*** This book has a vague description of events that may cause triggers.

“Hey there, Jordan.  Rough day?”

He shrugged, turning to face her.  She was a hottie, but totally tired.  Dark circles etched around her eyes made the lines around her mouth more pronounced.   “I just hate my job.  That’s all.  No biggie.”

Rueful laughter met his ears.  “Who doesn’t?  Tequila?”  She held up a half-empty bottle they’d started the other night, and shook it. 

“Sure, what the hell.  But not much.  You need to get some sleep.”  Closing his door behind him, he took the two steps across the hall to her room.  She waited tables at a diner a few blocks away, all the time. 

“You trying to say I look like ass?”  As she stepped aside to let him in, Jordan tried not to brush against her pajama clad body, nor notice the fact all she wore was shorty shorts and a camisole, all in thin thread-bare cotton.  Nearly see-through.  Every curve on display.

No attachments.  But that didn’t mean sex was off the table, as long as she understood the stakes.  Or his lack of desire for stakes. 

“No, you look fine, but that set of luggage you’re wearing under your eyes could use some leather oil,” he tried to joke, but felt bad immediately when he saw her stricken face.  “Hey, wait.  I was kidding.  Don’t get all mad.  How long has it been since you had a day off?”  She waited tables every damn day, as far as he could tell.

She shrugged as she got shot glasses down from the cabinet in the kitchenette.  “Two weeks, or three.  Not sure.  Had a double today, that’s why I’m so tired.”  The house had been busted into four tiny apartments, each one a small living room with an attached kitchen.  So when Mia turned around, Jordan was there, bumping into her.

“Then let me wait on you for a change,” he whispered.  He watched the pulse on her neck pound rapidly, and her breasts heave with heavier breaths.  That was good.  So she wouldn’t be opposed to sex.  He hadn’t thought so, but affirmation was nice.  “Salt?”

She nodded, reaching behind her to grab the shaker, and handed it to him, wordless, enormous brown eyes tracking his movements.  Mia’s shoulder and neck were calling out to him, that smooth expanse of bronzed skin was so beautiful.  Just to test something, Jordan lowered his head, and suckled there, leaving a small kiss behind.

Her sharp inhale was accompanied by her fingers immediately clamping down on the countertop.  Good.

Swiping his tongue across her shoulder, he left a long wet trail that he sprinkled salt across.  “I like you, Mia,” he began.  He needed to get everything out up front.  “I think we could have some fun, don’t you?”  She nodded, looking at him from half-closed eyes.  Sexy fucking eyes.  Eyes that told him to fuck her right now.  But he wasn’t going to do it like that.  Not tonight.  “Good.  Because neither of us has time for strings, right?”  He was looking at her, really close, but he wasn’t touching her, just looking.

“You want to have sex, right?  No relationships?” she breathed.  “I’m totally down with that.”  She gasped the words out at him, and he mentally high fived himself before swiping his tongue across the line of salt, tasting her shoulder with relish before swigging straight from the bottle of tequila.

When he went in for a kiss, she stopped him with a finger on his lips.  “You did it wrong, hot shot.”

That was one of the things he really liked about Mia.  She was cool.  Almost like one of the guys, only she had tits and a pussy, and an ass men would die for.  And Jordan had an erection that would jackhammer concrete, and she was telling him he was doing it wrong?

Yeah, she was golden at getting his mind off his shitty job.

Smirking now, he took a step back, hands up.  “Teach it, oh mighty one.”

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