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Tuesday, October 15, 2013

New Release and a Giveaway!

I am pleased to announce that Kat's latest book, Killing the Kordovas is available for sale in eBook!

Buy now! Kindle ~ NOOK ~ OmniLit ~ Smashwords

WARNING: This book contains rough language, spoilers for a possible sequel to Judy Blume’s Blubber, suggested lyrics for the theme to Sanford and Son, and one very mixed-up romance author.

Words come easily to writer Danni Hewitt. If only success did the same. The news of America’s latest reality sweetheart inking a major book deal sends Danni spiraling into depression, to the point where the idea of soothing her jealousy with a murderous rampage appeals to her.

Of course, this requires getting close enough to Krystal Kordova and her family to draw blood, something Danni achieves when she manages to land a job as Krystal’s ghostwriter.

Is the pen deadlier than the sword? Stick with Danni and find out.

To celebrate my release, I'm giving away a Kindle Paperwhite and select books to get one lucky reader started! I've asked some friends to donate an eBook each to the cause - you'll meet  them later this week. For now, enter to win the giveaway below, and good luck!

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Friday, July 26, 2013

Now Available: Happily Ever After by Leigh Ellwood

Now available from DLP Books, Happily Ever After. This novel is a re-release - it was first published as Muse, and has been revised for re-release. If you haven't read it before, it's new to you now so I hope you'll enjoy it.

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The world is waiting Tania Garber's next romance novel...all Tania has to do is write it. With her marriage ending and her inspiration gone, Tania doesn't know if she can write romance anymore. She needs a muse, and finds the next best thing in her new downstairs neighbor.

Wesley Boone needs a break, from his work and from romance. A sought-after fashion photographer, he has lost his eye for beauty and hopes a vacation will relax his nerves. Then he meets his new neighbor, who excites him to no end, but will the excitement end when she learns his secrets?

Can Tania and Boone find their happily ever after?

She awoke, frustrated and horny, and hoped a shower and coffee would rejuvenate her. It didn’t completely, but she felt somewhat human as she slipped on a T-shirt and shorts. She hoped, too, that the loudmouthed beach bunny from yesterday was sleeping late, and sleeping somewhere far, far away.

She checked the parking lot from her living room window as the coffee brewed. Not a sign of her. Good.
Minutes later the doorbell’s chime caused Tania to squeal, and she nearly spilled her coffee. It rarely sounded, as Tania had very few visitors, and she had seen neither the mailman nor a UPS truck during her brief bout of voyeurism. She was not expecting any galleys right now, and all papers relative to her pending divorce were usually sent directly to her attorney’s office.

“Who is it?” she called, mainly out of habit. Hubby’s last act of charity before leaving six months ago was installing a new peephole in the front door. She hurried towards it to see a distorted image of Boone peering back at her.

“It’s Boone, from downstairs?” His elegant accent pitched high.

She smiled at his forlorn image in the fisheye lens. His already prominent nose dwarfed the rest of his face and seemed more pointed, like that of a Renaissance puppet. Even so, she could detect an attractiveness in this sight of him that caused the heat to pool low in her belly. She imagined he wouldn’t look so goofy up close without a door separating them.

“One second,” she said, stifling a giggle, and opened the door to find him holding an empty measuring cup.

“Let me guess.” She folded her arms and wondered if Boone had noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath the white T-shirt. “It’s Grandma’s birthday and the cupboard is bare.”

Boone held up the opaque plastic cup and twirled the handle around his forefinger. “Actually, I need to cut down on refined sugars. I thought I’d bring this along for kicks. I mean, why defy neighborly tradition, eh?”

His smile was infectious, and enhanced by perfectly straight teeth. Tania responded in kind. “It’s just as well, anyway. I have only a carton of sweetener packets that I use for coffee, and it would seem tedious to have to rip through a thousand tiny pink envelopes to fill that cup,” she said. “So, how can I help you?”

“I do need to borrow something, I’m afraid. I’ve had a look through the captain’s quarters this morning,” he chuckled, “and I’ve been unable to find a map of the city.”

“Not surprising, since Captain Anderson’s lived here more than half his life and probably knows where everything is. You didn’t get a map en route from LA? No GPS on your phone?” Her right eyebrow rose with suspicion. Seemed like a lamer excuse than wanting to borrow sugar, but Tania had to give him points for effort.

“I used directions downloaded from the Internet to get this far, and I’d do it again if the captain had a computer, which he doesn’t,” Boone said. “Believe it or not, I decided to go off the grid for this trip, and my phone is a pay as you go model that doesn’t have Web capability.”

“I see. I wish I could live like that,” Tania said, thinking of the bliss she’d enjoy to never hear constant admonishments from her agent.

“I only need to find one particular store I found in the phone book, and I didn’t see the point in driving all the way out to that drugstore on the main road if it turned out I had to go in a completely different direction.”

Of course you didn’t, Tania thought. She knew very well that the phone book contained a few small maps of the area that Boone could have easily used. “Well, I’m sorry to say I don’t have any maps, either,” she said. “What are you looking for? I’ve been here all my life and pretty much know where everything is.”

“That would be very helpful, thanks.” Boone’s fleeting disappointment turned back into a smile, and he told her the name of the camera shop he wanted.

Tania motioned him into the living room. “I know where that is. How about I just print up another Internet map for you? I have a WiFi connection, so all I have to do is this.” With a few clicks of the mouse Tania hid her novel in progress and called up an Internet map site. Typing in the address Boone relayed for her, she clicked the enter button and a map illuminated on her screen. “Just take a second or two to print,” she announced.

The second she said that, Tania felt her heart sink. Why had she said it wouldn’t take long? Boone would just take the directions and leave. She should have stalled, offered him some coffee. It would seem silly to do that now.

“I can’t thank you enough,” Boone said.

“Uh, thanks. You know, if the temptation to go online becomes too great and you get a computer, let me know and I’ll give you my WiFi password.”

“Very generous of you, thanks.”

Tania watched as Boone idly paced her living room, admiring the spacious setup, and relaxed. He didn’t seem to be in a hurry.

Friday, February 1, 2013

Reading is Sexy! GPS Coming to DLP Books!

Hi, Leigh Ellwood here. The other night All Romance held a kickoff party on Shindig to promote Reading is Sexy Month. We watched a video interview with Cat Johnson, and saw this hilarious video featuring impromptu reads of romance novels. Words don't do it justice (ironic, considering the video is about books), but you have to see it.

In related news, remember that short M/M erotic story I wrote for ARe? GPS received nice reviews from readers, and it was great to have been part of the 28 Days of Heart promotion. Well, the rights have reverted back to me, so I intend to re-release ASAP at DLP Books through all the major channels...and I'm putting it back on ARe, too! I just need to finalize a few things and I'll let you know when it's out. Remember, if you haven't read it, it's new to you.

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Friday, October 14, 2011

Now Available: Daringly Decadent by Leigh Ellwood

Now available for only 99 cents, a sizzling BBW romance from Leigh Ellwood!

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Stuck closing her chocolate boutique on a lonely Friday evening, Tish Richmond can think of a hundred other things she'd rather do than go to bed alone. When boyfriend Vinnie comes to her rescue, she's surprised with something sweet...and spicy.

Daringly Decadent continues the story of Tish and Vinnie, first introduced in Daringly Delicious, part of the award-winning Dareville series by Leigh Ellwood.

Warning: this sensuous short features explicit sex and a sinfully delightful truffle recipe.

If you enjoyed this story by Leigh Ellwood, please check out her other Dareville erotic romances from DLP Books: Dare and Dare Alike, By the Chimney With Dare, Handle With Dare, and Where Angels Dare to Tread.



Tish Richmond had just bent her head down over the day’s receipts when the door chimed to announce a new customer. She swiped a strand of long blonde hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. “I’ll be right with you,” she called out, and hoped her exhaustion didn’t sound too evident in her voice. After a full eight hours of working the counter and the kitchen, she was ready to close Tish’s Riches for the night and get off her feet.

Right into bed, too, she thought as her heart fluttered. If only she didn’t have to spend the coming downtime alone.

The newcomer said nothing, and Tish figured the would-be customer had decided to browse the far shelves, which she had just stocked with a variety of chocolate-covered novelties, all wrapped in colorful cellophane appropriate for the coming fall holidays. Since coming in this morning to work, she’d dipped potato chips, Oreo cookies, graham crackers, and thick pretzel rods in melted dark and milk mixtures. With the mad rush to buy early Halloween and autumn treats expected to happen next week, Tish felt confident that she’d prepared her inventory accordingly.

She sighed, thinking of how her proactive manner left her wanting to slip into a comfortable coma. If only her boyfriend Vinnie didn’t have to work the whole weekend and late tonight, they could have enjoyed this night together at least.

Ah, well. He’d have kept me up all night anyway, she decided. I’d be a hot mess at opening tomorrow.

With the paperwork done, Tish gathered everything into an accordion folder, her gaze still focused on the front counter. Hopefully this customer proved decisive in matters involving chocolate and would make a quick purchase with little fuss. “Just so you know,” she said, “we’ll be closing in about ten minutes. If there’s anything special I can help you with...”

That’s when she heard the unmistakable click of the front door’s lock. Tish’s heart expanded, then sank down to her toes. Everything Vinnie had told her about what to do in the event of a robbery faded immediately from her memory. Why would anybody lock her front door, unless he had reason to keep away witnesses?

Shit. Who robbed a chocolate boutique, much less one in Dareville? The town enjoyed such a low crime rate by virtue of everybody practically knowing each other. Tish imagined true criminals stayed away for fear of being remembered.

Don’t look up, she told herself. You look at a robber’s face, you can identify them later. All the more reason for him to shove you into the kitchen and shoot you. Tish grasped the counter for support and squeezed her eyes shut to conjure a happier image to take with her to the afterlife. Thankfully, she realized, she had taken most of the day’s till to the bank earlier that afternoon. At best, this guy would get away with a hundred bucks or so, but would that come at her eternal expense?


Tish’s hands shot up and she shrieked. “Take whatever you want, just don’t kill me,” she pleaded. “The safe is on a timed lock, but there’s cash in the register and—”


She recognized the voice now, and peered upward slowly to meet Vinnie’s dark eyes and concerned frown. Relief, mixed with embarrassment, washed over her as she relaxed and slumped down on the counter.

Vinnie Petrocelli pressed into the counter from the other side and held her face in his large, brown hands. “Sweetheart, what is with you?” he said. “How could you possibly think—”

“I wasn’t paying attention, I’m sorry. I know I should when I’m working alone,” Tish said, and sighed. She couldn’t believe her handsome New York Italian stood here with her. Vinnie’s hands scraped roughly against her skin—long days tinkering with his uncle’s fleet of limousines resulted in callused fingers and palms, but Tish longed for his touch nonetheless. He must have come straight from work, for he smelled of a heady combination of motor oil and that strong bay rum soap he kept at work—the only thing that got out the grime.

“I thought you had to work late,” she added. “I wasn’t expecting you at all.”

Vinnie smiled. “Uncle Dom had mercy on me tonight, but I agreed to come in early tomorrow to help him out. When he heard Bella wasn’t in today and you had to close alone…”

Tish nodded—Vinnie need not have said more. Dominic Petrocelli treated Vinnie like a son, and consequently looked out for Tish as well. “That’s sweet of him,” she said, then raised an eyebrow. “You don’t suppose, though, he sent you here to make sure I had his order?”

Vinnie shrugged and gave a sheepish grin. “He does have a lot of people taking him up on that weekend wine tour special,” he said. “Word gets out that Tish’s Riches is providing the chocolate treats for the ride…”

“Yeah, yeah. Come have a look so you can report that everything is status quo.” As Vinnie rounded the counter to join her, Tish bent down to the small refrigerator under the counter where she had placed the trays of assorted truffles created especially for Big Apple Limo’s wine tour package. Guests would enjoy their locally-made sparkling wine and chocolate during a limousine escort to and from Dare’s Destiny Vineyard, where the owner planned to host a grand buffet for their anniversary open house. Dom had already promised to drive her and her new assistant, Bella, along with their friend Kate Robeson and Bella’s girlfriend Carole, on the second day.

Much as Tish looked forward to Sunday, the only day she closed the shop, the idea of bending over to expose her rounded ass to Vinnie unnerved her. Yes, her boyfriend had seen much more of her, and often assured her that he loved her body, but Tish still suffered anxieties about her weight. That her life mainly revolved around chocolate should have heightened her anxiety, but in truth Tish worked with it so much that it didn’t appeal to her as something she wanted to eat all the time. With Bella recently hired to help with sales and some catering, Tish could count on the younger, slimmer girl for quality testing. Vinnie, of course, had a sweet tooth she trusted.

Right now, though, his teeth were the least of her concerns. She bent over to pull out a tray and something hard nudged her ample ass and rolled as though to poke through her jeans. Tish groaned. She loved Vinnie’s cock, especially its thickness and the way it felt sliding in and out of her. She looked forward to a more intimate inspection later tonight, but not in her shop. The wide front windows easily offered passersby a grand view of the store and the activity within.

She reached behind her to slap him away, and failed. “Vinnie,” she screeched. “Stop it.”

“No. Don’t want to.” Vinnie punctuated this declaration with a gentle thrust. “You were practically shaking earlier. I just want to help you relax.”

Apparently this meant getting her naked, right here in the store. Tish nearly dropped a tray of lavender truffles when Vinnie’s hand reached around her to undo her jeans.

She gasped, then recovered quickly enough to whisper hoarsely, “We are in a place of business!”

“Yeah, I figured that out myself. Didn’t need the GPS, either.”

“Don’t get cute. People are gonna see us!” Her skin heated, even when Vinnie pushed up the edges of her blouse and exposed her bared waist to the cool, temperature-controlled air. His hand snaked up her spine and came to rest on her back bra step. His fingers tapped against her as he picked at the hooks.

“Who’s gonna look? The chamber of commerce?” Vinnie asked. “Except for Mick’s, Main Street shuts down after six, and there’s nobody outside. Besides, if there were, you can’t be seen where we’re standing. We’re in the blind spot. Relax.”

Easier said than done. Tish still had a tray in hand, and she managed to get it shelved again without cracking any of the truffles. Vinnie guided her upward to bend her over the counter while easing her jeans down around her ankles. The thong went next, but not before Vinnie enjoyed a few seconds playing with the thin waistband and soaked G-string.

“Nice,” he murmured. “I love it when you’re wet and ready for me.”

Tish flushed hot in her face. How could she not feel that way around him? Vinnie only had to walk through the door to set her juices flowing.

She didn’t turn to watch him, but a loud zipping noise confirmed he intended to strip as well, at least where it was necessary. “I thought you wanted to check the truffles,” she said, her voice quivering.

“No, you wanted to check the truffles. I want something sweeter. C’mere.”

Friday, September 2, 2011

On Sale: SHEER BLISS for 99 Cents!

*** SEPTEMBER 2 – 5 ONLY ***

The first ever INDIE BOOK BLOWOUT – To celebrate this exciting event, I’ve reduced the price on my book to only 99¢!

Yes, it’s a weekend to remember!

To score dozens of FANTASTIC indie books for only 99¢, visit While you’re there, register to win a brand new Kindle & up to $100 in Gift Cards (entry form on the site).

For this promotion, you can get SHEER BLISS, my shapeshifter romance, for 99 cents on Kindle only!

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Living in Bliss, New Jersey has it perks, unless you’re a shifter looking for love or a human looking for peace and quiet. Not only does Calla Savitch, owner of Shear Bliss salon, have to deal with warring panthers and werewolves with overlapping appointments, she’s fed up with their constant matchmaking attempts. The last thing she wants especially is a hook-up with the one shifter who broke her heart years ago.

Handsome were-panther Caleb Houlihan still nurses the guilt of Calla’s heartbreak, but when presented with a second chance to woo her he is reluctant. Calla may forgive his youthful indiscretions, but when she discovers his aunt’s true motive for wanting them together, will she send him packing?

On this stretch of the Jersey Shore, it’s a different “situation”!

Monday, July 18, 2011

Now Available: Sheer Bliss by Leigh Ellwood

I am pleased to announce the release of SHEER BLISS, the first in my new Love is Bliss series. This novella features wolves and were-panthers, and I hope you enjoy it! I was inspired to write the story after several trips up and down the Jersey Turnpike, and the multiple visits to the state for various book events. I am a beach person at heart, so I wanted to incorporate my love for the shore and my interest in paranormal romance. I don't have many paranormals in the back list, much less shifter stories, and I wanted to correct that.

SHEER BLISS will be followed by TRUE BLISS, which will come after my next Dareville story. Enjoy!

Buy This: All Romance, Smashwords

Living in Bliss, New Jersey has it perks, unless you’re a shifter looking for love or a human looking for peace and quiet. Not only does Calla Savitch, owner of Shear Bliss salon, have to deal with warring panthers and werewolves with overlapping appointments, she’s fed up with their constant matchmaking attempts. The last thing she wants especially is a hook-up with the one shifter who broke her heart years ago.

Handsome were-panther Caleb Houlihan still nurses the guilt of Calla’s heartbreak, but when presented with a second chance to woo her he is reluctant. Calla may forgive his youthful indiscretions, but when she discovers his aunt’s true motive for wanting them together, will she send him packing?

On this stretch of the Jersey Shore, it’s a different “situation”!


Still in cat form, Caleb took to the sand with graceful stealth, staying to the shadows behind the light posts lining the edge where the sands met the residential area. Closer to Calla’s beachside home, he caught a familiar scent in the air—shifter, yet unmistakably female—and followed it directly to the brick wall that separated Calla’s property from the public walkway to the sea.

Interesting, Caleb mused to himself, and wondered if Calla herself had the ability to give off such a scent considering her alleged genetic makeup. He hadn’t intended to come here—he’d originally started in this direction to track down Trisha and her friends at The Wall, a favorite night club situated on the shore. If necessary he could shift partially—covering all the essential parts—and order the girl home if she appeared to be having too good of a time to threaten her betrothal to Malcolm Weaver.

And if I keep telling myself that, I can justify spying on Calla Savitch as a happy accident, he thought as the entranceway to her backyard came into view. On light paws, Caleb bent low and crept closer to the wall, picking up bits of conversation drifting from her porch. He stilled and kept out of view, tuning out the roar of the ocean behind him.

“So, how goes the search?” asked a woman sounding way too sultry to be Calla.

A barking laugh broke the short moment of silence that followed. “It’s not so much a search as it is a complete lack of interest.”

“Cute, Calla.”

Breathless silence followed. Though curiosity burned through Caleb’s senses, he didn’t dare raise his head even a centimeter over the top of the wall. He inhaled the crisp, heady scent of she-wolf and knew immediately the other voice belonged to a Winston—most likely the uninhibited Maya. He knew the two women were close, but the direction of their conversation—coupled with the amorous heat given off by the shifter—implied to Caleb a more unconventional relationship than friends might have suspected.

He closed his eyes to better detect their movements. He heard hands smoothing over skin, quiet sighs of pleasures, and finally a juicy, smacking liplock. Sweet Calla, I hardly knew ye. With Maya, of course, he expected a fondness for both genders—the she-wolf was a self-proclaimed trisexual.

Try anything sexual.

Caleb grinned to himself, remembering her drunken proclamation at a past Indian Summer Ball. He then wondered if the breakdown of his fling with Calla all those years ago precipitated this broadening of his old flame’s sexual horizons.

Sighs turned to steady moaning now, and by damn if Caleb didn’t begin to harden in panther form. That’s it, he decided, and shifted to human form. Given the vibes thrumming from the back porch, Caleb doubted either woman would spot him peeking.

Still crouched low in the sand, he bent his fingers over the brick and lifted his head to skim the yard area. In the glow of porch light, Calla and Maya stood locked in a tight embrace. Calla, willowy and pale in her nightshirt, rested one hand on Maya’s bare bottom, kneading the ample flesh while her other hand cupped a breast. Maya’s hand had to work as well, though with their position Caleb couldn’t readily see where the she-wolf touched her…friend. Wherever Maya devoted that attention, though, Calla appeared to enjoy it. Caleb’s keen eyesight picked up on the rapid flittering of the woman’s eyelids, her face twisting with ecstasy as she moved with Maya to deepen and prolong their kiss.

It seemed to go on forever, and Maya finally broke free and moved to Calla’s side, pressing her breasts against the other woman’s shoulder. Here Caleb made out Calla’s inviting shape underneath the skimpy shift—rock hard nipples denting the fabric, which dipped at the delta between her quivering thighs. Unconsciously he grasped the base of his cock, and his fingers curled around his sac, tugging and massaging to full arousal.

Maya lifted the hem of Calla’s short gown high enough to reach the waistband of her floral-patterned panties. She slipped her hand underneath the slim triangle—Caleb watched fingers flex and bend as Maya presumably worked Calla’s pussy and clit to a near-liquid state.

“Let’s go inside,” he heard the she-wolf buzz in Calla’s ear. “We can do so much more, comfortably.”

No sooner were the words said, though, when Calla’s heavy-lidded expression slowly sobered. She seemed to awake from a dream and turned to Maya as though seeing her for the first time. Her hand fell limp from Maya’s backside and she gently extracted the she-wolf from her private parts.

“You are definitely tempting me tonight,” Calla said, appearing to ignore Maya’s look of confused disappointment, “but I’m sorry. I’m just not feeling it right it.”

“I didn’t get that impression a second ago,” Maya said accusingly.

Calla, however, just smiled and offered a chaste kiss to Maya’s nose. “Come by the salon for a freebie. I’ll make it up to you.” Without another word, she backed into her house and slid the glass patio door shut.

“Calla?” Maya called after her, but her plea met with the quiet swish of a curtain blocking her—and Caleb’s—view of Calla’s kitchen. The she-wolf growled and turned sharply away, storming down the path toward the ocean. “I doubt it’s the kind of ‘freebie’ I’d want,” she grumbled.

Still in human form, Caleb pressed his back to the wall and hoped the aborted seduction preoccupied Maya enough not to detect his scent. At it was, he expected her to shift back to wolf form once she hit the beach, and dash into the dark.

Instead, Maya fulfilled half his prediction. Not seconds after shifting, those white socks trotted over the sand to where he hid. Caleb glared uneasily into bright blue eyes and the best approximation of a canine grin.

Hello, Caleb.