Thursday, November 29, 2012


Tomorrow, my virtual blog tour starts for The Doctor's Deception. Available by Evernight Publishing

Everyday on my facebook page, I will post a new location of my stops along the way. There will be chances to win free Arc copies of The Doctor's Deception and $5.00 Evernight Publishing Gift Cards for those who comment and follow the tour! Here is the link to my facebook author page:!/pages/Kathleen-GrieveAuthor/251669291518939

Hard-headed and straight-laced Dr. Stone Lassiter is a heart surgeon about to lose everything he’s worked his entire career for. He is locked in a battle of wills against the nurses of the surgical intensive care unit of Deerborne County General.

At first, the new doctor was definitely drool-worthy. Sexy or not, the nurses have had enough! Their secret weapon? Unsuspecting SICU nurse, Faith Daniels, a cool green-eyed blonde who turns Dr. Lassiter’s head every time she’s near.

Will the nurses’ plan to have Dr. Lassiter fall in love with one of their own work in softening him toward the nursing staff? Or will the little white lie Stone tells Faith destroy the fragile bond of love that has developed between them?

Faith moaned and woke to the constant chiming of her doorbell and pounding on the front door. The wonderful, erotic dream of Stone painting her with melted chocolate burst.
She lifted her head and glanced at her clock. 7:00a.m. Groaning, she pulled the covers over her head and rolled onto her stomach, trying to recapture her fantasy. Maybe whoever it was would go away if she ignored them.

Ding-dong… Ding-dong… Ding-dong…

“Oh, give it a rest already!” she yelled, climbing out of bed. The cool morning air hit her bare legs and arms, and she shivered. She reached the front door and yanked it open.
Stone Lassiter stood on her step, hand in air, ready to pound the unrelenting wood again.
Staring, her fogged brain tried to wake up. Hadn’t he just been in her room?

No, that wasn’t real you nit-wit!

You! What’s the big idea? Do you realize how early it is? It’s my day off!”

Not to mention, I was in the middle of the best dream of my life.

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Wednesday, November 28, 2012


Happy Hump Day! Every week a group of us get together and post a paragraph from either a wip or completed book--the brain child of author Kerrianne Coombes!  Today's hook comes from my upcoming release, The Doctor's Deception which releases Friday, November 30th from Evernight Publishing!  I hope you enjoy!

            What’s so funny?”  Dr. Lassiter asked.

            Faith stiffened and her amusement died.  Damn.   She’d hoped to be at lunch when he arrived to check on Mrs. Humphrey.  Fate was definitely against her today. 

            Turning, she came face to face with him.  She stepped back and bumped the rail of the bed.  “Nothing.  Just thinking about something that happened earlier.  It kind of tickled my funnybone, that’s all.”

            “Why don’t you tell me what’s so amusing?”

            “I’m not in a particularly sharing kind of mood.”  His scent crossed the inches of space he’d left between them, teasing her senses.  He smelled of lemons and spice. 

            Hmmmm.  His own brand of lemonade. 
           What was she thinking?  Holy cow! Stay away from those thoughts in connection with Robo Doc.

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Wednesday, November 21, 2012


Happy Hump Day!  Today's hook is again from my unedited wip, Dating Impossible and from JJ's pov.  Here's a little bit of real life medical drama in action. And yes, doctors do cuss in real life.  They are human and when shit happens...Hope you enjoy!

“…22 year old male shot in the chest. No breath sounds left upper lobe. BP 86/42.  Heart rate 146.  Resps 35 per minute…”

On the count of three the patient was moved from stretcher to the waiting hospital gurney.  The motion was swift and expertly done, but the patient moaned and shouted cuss words as the jostling incurred more pain.  “Take it easy!  That fucking hurts, man.”

JJ smoothly stepped to the head of the gurney and began her assessment.  “Sorry about that, my friend.  But there’s no help for it.  Everything we do is going to hurt right now.  We will give you pain meds as we can, but you’ve lost a lot of blood and your blood pressure is dangerously low.  Can you tell me what happened?”

“Nothing man.”  His voice was muffled and a bit tinny through the oxygen face mask he wore.  “I was just walking down the street minding my own business,” he said.  His tone was defensive mixed with just a bit of smugness that was typical of most gunshot victims.  

JJ rolled her eyes.  Pretty much the standard answer she’d expected.  The truth was he’d been shot by a store clerk trying to steal the money from the cash register.  “What’s your name?”  As she spoke, she listened to his chest, observed the unequal fall with each short rapid breath he struggled to inhale.  Pale skin slick with sweat, the blood stained gauze dressing just under his left nipple peeled up along the corners.  She removed it and examined the wound and fired off rapid orders to the team.  “Stat chest, full trauma panel including type and cross for four units packed cells and keep two units ahead.  Set up for chest tube insertion and call the cardio thoracic surgeon on call.”

Everyone scrambled to do her bidding.  All except Angie, who stood leaning against the wall with the Xray viewers, clipboard clasped to her chest.  As the head nurse, Angie was supposed to be recording and coordinating JJ’s orders. 

“What the fuck, Angie?  Get your ass moving.  I need that chest tube tray now, not in the next millennium,” JJ said. 

At the bite in JJ’s voice, all motion ceased for a fraction of a second.  Glances were shared, the only sound coming from the patient himself as he writhed, moaned, and shouted expletives of his own.  Angie’s gaze threw fire-sheathed daggers at JJ, but she grudgingly pushed off the wall and did as instructed.  The monitor above the gurney screamed and flashed the current vital signs.  Blood pressure dropped to 60/29.  Heart rate up to 180’s.  Oxygen saturation now read 85%.  All activity resumed with renewed vigor. 
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Keep it real, my friends! Have a Happy Thanksgiving for those who celebrate it!

Tuesday, November 13, 2012


 Welcome to Hump Day Hook which is the brain child of author Kerrianne Coombes! Each Hump Day, participating authors will showcase a snippet of a wip or release.  My last two HDH have been from Cruz's POV.  He's my lusty doctor from the second book in my Dating Series, Dating Impossible, my current wip which is half way finished.  This week, I thought I would show a bit of how JJ was feeling.  Enjoy!
 JJawoke, her head aching and her eyes swollen and puffy from her tears.  She hadn’t cried herself to sleep over Cruz since their high school graduation.  The night she realized she wouldn’t be seeing him on a daily basis as they both hadbeen accepted into different med schools.  As the semesters flew by and school vacations came and went, she’d come home less and less.  The time away from him had helped her heal her school girl crush. Or so she’d thought…

With a groan, she rolled out of bed and haphazardly threw the deep red bedspread inplace.  The color reminded her of Angie’s signature lipstick.  The deep dark rich color that pseudo blond wore every damn time she saw her.  JJ yanked the coverlet from the mattress and stormed off to the kitchen and shoved the bulky material into the garbage can as best she could.  She’d have to deal with the trash sooner or later.  A heavysigh escaped her. 

That's all for now, folks!  Here is the link to Kerrianne's blog so you don't miss out on all the Hump Day goodness!  Happy Hump Day!

Monday, November 12, 2012


I'm excited to say that I participated in AfterDark Online's Safe Sex story call! This is where a group of authors get together and write a short story to promote safe sex in honor of Aids Awareness Month (December). My story is titled Decadent Medicine, a Hawt, sexy read!

It is available here:  Please stop by and comment!  I'd love to hear what you think about a one of a kind sexual encounter!


Wednesday, November 7, 2012


Morning, Sexies!  A little Hump Day treat for you!  Hump Day Hook will continue for me next week, but today, I have a visit with Damon, a character from the Wild West stories...ENJOY!


The name is Damon Dougan, and I’m from Nevada.  You see, about a year ago this author by the name of RM Sotera started this little project with an author friend of hers, CR Moss.  Actually, let me step back for a moment, all the kudos needs to go to another entity by the name of Styxx that whispered my existence into the ear of Sotera.  She refers to him as her muse.  I refer to him as a little scary, but hey that’s a story for another time.

My brother Dakota and I own a ranch on the outskirts of Las Vegas.  It’s a family owned ranch and has been passed down from generation to generation.  Let me stop here and take a breath, simply because when I start to think about what I’d like to say next my internal temperature goes haywire.  Yes, I’m talking about the day I met Bristol Ashcrombe.  Since that day, and that woman, my life has never been the same.  I never knew a woman – a little darlin’ like Bristol – could set my blood on fire the way she does.  I mean I’ve had my share of women – some good for me, but most very bad for me, yet when she walked onto the Dougan ranch with her fancy clothes and impractical shoes, I lost all commonsense.  I was hers from the moment she asked me to carry her bags, and even after she’d assumed I was the hired help I still stood there with my mouth dropped open when she insulted me with a barrage of crass remarks.

So here we are – Moss and Sotera wrote a second book about us (it’s smokin’ too) and our lives just keep getter better and better on the ranch.  I’d love for you to visit the Dougan Ranch soon!  Come on…you know you want to spend some time with this cowboy.


~ Blurb for Wild West Hauntings ~

Double D Ranch Tales, 2

In life and the afterlife, on the Double D Ranch one belief holds true—the power of love changes lives.

With cowboys, ghosts, modern day women, hot dreams, pre-wedding relations and a bit of sexy time travel, life promises to be one wild time on the ranch again.

Rachel Star has met the man of her dreams … literally. Too bad he’s a ghost. When true love crosses boundaries from dreams to reality and across time, the Double D ranch is the place it happens. It takes the love of a man from the past, Dalton Dougan, to bring love full circle in the present for Rachel.

Bristol Ashcombe, soon to be Dougan, is ready to have her baby … and so is a poltergeist. Can the love of a woman for her man and child sustain her during the most horrible of terrors? Can the love between family and friends really dispel the evil haunting them?

***Be Warned: sex toys***

***An Erotic Paranormal Contemporary Western ***


~ Excerpt ~

“Ah baby. I’m the lucky one.” His kissed her shoulder, his lips warm against her sensitized skin. A few seconds of exquisite bliss later, he cupped her breast and squeezed the nipple between his thumb and index finger until it was beyond sensitive and elongated from his skillful ministrations.

“They’re happy to see me, Bristol.”


Her tits felt so good beneath his deft fingers. So good, she felt like singing his nipple pleasure tactics from the highest mountaintops. But instead she moaned loudly, forsaking all ladylike manners. “Ah … mmm … yes, more.”

His mouth on her nipple made every nerve in her body not already dancing to Fosse’s ‘Chorus Line’ spring to attention.

In response to her continued moaning, he pulled harder on the delicate bud that he’d secured between his teeth, and with the other hand, he massaged the other breast.

“Yes, ah … suck it.”

A muffled chuckle left his throat before he popped her nipple from his mouth. “You’re so eloquent with the English language this evening.”

What? Oh, yeah, funny man. “You’re killing me here. I’m lucky I can form words. Period.”

He hadn’t shown her any reprieve. As soon as he stopped sucking her nipple, he moved his free hand to the breast. Damon kept on squeezing and rubbing, and if he didn’t slow down soon, she was no doubt going to come.

“Actually, I kind of like you speechless.” He nuzzled against her neck. “Come to think of it, I’m going to make you babble incoherently in my honor a little more this evening.” His glance at the remote on the nightstand followed by his perusal of her underwear stretched a smile across he ruggedly sexy face. “Nice panties. How about you take them for a ride.”

Oh shit. She’d forgotten about the panties.

A second later a low humming voice sounded, and another moment later the snug material against her pussy started to dance. The whimper hadn’t had time to escape her lips because Damon pushed her tits together and then devoured them with both his hands and mouth.



Driving her to the brink of sexual insanity.

As the stimulation to her clit took center stage, it pushed her body to the bucking stage. She domed her lower body off the bed, sucked in a ragged breath and then pulled against the wrist restraints.


An Editor’s Pick ~ Wild West Hauntings is available in all popular reading formats at Evernight Publishing:
Bio: An eccentric and eclectic writer, C.R. Moss pens stories for the mainstream and erotic romance markets, giving readers Worlds of Possibilities when it comes to love. So what does she write? She writes stories from the light and sweet to the dark and deadly with varying degrees of sexual heat.

 Find C.R. Moss here ~
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Thank you, C.R. for sharing Damon today...Happy Hump Day, all!