Books, Photos & a little bit of everything else: Sept. 18

  • Burning Desire by G.L. Ross: Blog Tour & Giveaway

  • Chad’s Chase by S. Ann Cole: Release Event & Giveaway


Captain Lance Miller has finally discovered and captured the Goddess of his dreams. Life is everything he ever dreamt it could be and more. He is a Captain with International Air, Owner of an Italian Winery, and Master to his beautiful Miss Lisa Price. But, life can never be this good for very long, right?

Lance brought down his walls and shared his heart. He threw away his manwhore tendencies. He’s been faithful. Lance’s life should be fabulous and it is until he watches all of his dreams crash and burn in front of his horrified eyes.

Flight Attendant Lisa Price has found her Prince Charming; granted he is nothing like she imagined he would be. He is an egotistical playboy who is controlling, demanding, hypnotic, charming, plus downright desirable, gorgeous, and steamy hot! Who could ask for more?

Lisa’s Flyboy has introduced her to her wild, uninhibited side; a side that is eager to discover new adventures inside and outside the bedroom. Lisa’s life is unfolding in front of her beautifully, until she discovers a secret. A secret she desperately needs to share with Lance, but will fate allow her to reveal her secret to the only man who has ever truly owned her heart?

Continue Lance & Lisa’s Turbulent Passion, in Book Two of the Flyboy Trilogy: 


Chapter One


Fear and shock devastate my system as I helplessly watch the unsteady plane, carrying my reason for living, slam on to the landing strip, erupting in a ball of blazing fire. My heart slams against my aching chest. I scream at the top of my lungs, “L…I…S…A…!”
 Dropping to my knees, I watch the International Air plane break apart and disintegrate. Through a hazy, smoke-filled fog I catatonically watch the fire trucks and ambulances lurch into service. Tears tumble down my cheeks. Shock numbs my system, but unfortunately not my breaking heart. I finally opened my heart to someone God and I’ll be damned if you are going to take her from me now. “Lisa,” I mumble. “God, please save Lisa.”
A burst of wind whips across the tarmac parting the expanding black, gray, and white smoke. Through the opening I discover one area where the plane split apart and people are visible. I jump to my feet as hope lurches through my senses. People! I see living, breathing people! People are stumbling out of the ripped-apart metal shell. An adrenaline surge pushes me toward the blazing mass of steel hollering, “Lisa! Baby, I’m here. Lisa, come to me. Please, Lisa, please come to me.”
Still far from the landing strip my steps are halted and blocked by police, paramedics, and firemen. “Sir, you cannot enter the accident site,” a policeman orders.
“I can help. I can help her. She’s in there,” I beg the uniformed men. Desperately I search their eyes for understanding. Come on, guys, if the love of your life was in there you would run toward the damn inferno, also.
“Sir, please back up and allow us to do our jobs.”
My hands grip the collar of the policeman’s shirt while shouting in his face, “Lisa is in there, and so help me God I am going to her.” Several hands wrap around my appendages, preventing my progress toward the plane, the fire, the love of my life.
Behind me I hear a rational voice. The voice of my first officer. “Let them do their job, Lance.”
Through clenched, reluctant teeth, I relent. “Fine. Let go of me.” Numerous hands relinquish my arms as I continue, “But, I’m staying here, right here. I am not going back inside the airport. Do you hear me? I am not leaving her.”
In an extremely irritable tone, the officer orders, “Okay, but stay out of the way.”
The paramedics and firemen rush by us carrying injured, burned bodies. The bodies are marked with colors displaying their order of importance regarding injuries. Importance? Isn’t all life important? I understand it is their importance of immediate medical attention, but still…
My mind struggles to wrap around the severity of the injuries passing by my frozen, shell-shocked frame. Flashes of my time in Afghanistan soar in front of my eyes. “Please God, save her,” I whisper. “I need her. Our life together has only just begun don’t take her from me now, not yet. It’s not her time. It’s our time to be together, damn it! We deserve a chance.”
“Lisa,” I bellow. “Come to me, baby.” Under my breath I mutter, “Don’t be a hero, Lisa. Save yourself. Save me, from a meaningless life, a life without you. There’s no reason for me to exist without you.” Tears cloud my vision of the metallic war zone, prior to tumbling down my cheeks.




G.L. Ross Bio
G.L. Ross is a proud, sixth generation, native Texan. As a true Southern Belle, G.L. has always dreamt of the “happily ever after,” the prince riding in on the white horse sweeping her off her feet. She hasn’t found “Prince Charming” – yet (always an optimist) – but finds him every time she writes about her characters’ “happily ever after” endings.
Her motto in life is to “always find the good” in every person and situation. Whether through laughter, prayer, music, or a glass of
wine or vodka, G.L. finds the good in life and shares her sense of humor, love, and adventure in her stories. Take flight with Lance & Lisa in Turbulent Passion, and continue their turbulent journey in Burning Desire, book two in the Flyboy Trilogy.
Social Media Links
Twitter: @GayleL4

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Chad's Chase

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Book Title: Chad’s Chase
Author: S. Ann Cole
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: September 18
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He wants to claim her, possess her, rename her.

But she has a different agenda.


Chadrick needs to die.
I’m ruined. My life is ruined. Because of him.
Soulless, heartless, unremorseful, he took everything from me.
Now, I’m after his soul.
And no, I will not allow his good looks, suave style, or panty-incinerating body to distract or dissuade me.
Nor will I allow his deadly dark eyes to scare me.
Unlike everyone else, I’m not afraid of him.
The. Chase. Is. On.


Jhay needs saving.
I’ve ruined her life. She’s lost, roaming the darkness all on her own, because of me.
Bitter, impulsive, seething with revenge, she thinks she hates me. Thinks she wants me dead.
I know I should kill her. Kill or be killed, right?
Except, I can’t.
I’m shot down. Infatuated.
I’ve always been.
And while she’s after my life, I’m after her heart.
The. Chase. Is. On.

Meet the Author

S. Ann Cole is a passionate writer and reader, and a lover of anything that distracts her from the real world. Reader first and second a writer, S. Ann Cole is an exaggerator, a laugher, sometimes overly chatty, sometimes overly shy. She’s afraid of cats, dogs, snakes—heck, she’s only tolerable to gold fishes in a tank. Because if they do jump out and try to attack her, the suckers will die…

She hates chocolate, schmaltz and arrogance.
She loves carbs, Chris Brown and humility.
She lives nowhere and everywhere.

Jokey people are her favorite people, as laughter is the way to her heart.

Ann hopes that one day, the right day, when it’s her time (because nothing happens before its time), her hard work will be noticed and appreciated, and she’ll become a “bestselling author”…
…But she’s guessing that might not be likely if she continues to write such sucky author bios.

When Ann’s not abusing her computer keyboard, you can find her nosing a novel, watching anything on television that makes her laugh until she breaks into hiccups, studying the Bible, or guzzling booze.



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