This month my sister and I have releases from secret cravings. People ask us being twins if we write the same things or have the same story lines, we always say no. How about you grab a copy of HIS BAHAMAS AFFAIR and THE NEW YORKERS I BETRAYED (OUT ON THE 27) and find out.



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Ocean’s Gift by Demelza Carlton


Let’s take a look at the evidence.

There are plenty of fictional accounts of mermaids, in print and visual media. There’s the Little Mermaid/Sea Maid, depending on whether it’s the Disney version with a happy ending or the traditional, tragic fairytale. There are stories for children and young adults, with a few stories for adults, too. Yes, my novel Ocean’s Gift is one of those rare mermaid stories for grown-ups.

Mermaids appear as main characters in movies like Splash, but as incidental characters in movies in both the Pirates of the Caribbean and the Harry Potter series.

Animal Planet put out a programme about mermaids, Mermaids: The Body Found. Also a work of fiction, this programme suggests that merpeople are humans that evolved differently. At the end of the programme, the “researchers” (okay, paid actors pretending to be researchers) go out into the open ocean in a tiny boat with a recording of mermaids, hoping to call them to the boat so they can see the mermaids. Perhaps it’s all my work on Ocean’s Gift, but it’s only this end scene that had me riveted. If real mermaids had been attracted to the research vessel, the boat would have been quickly sunk by a freak wave. All those aboard would have been pulled under and sharks called to dispose of the bodies. The crew on the second boat who were filming the research vessel would have met with a similar disaster. The people of the ocean’s gift protect their own, to the length of taking out any humans who might have stumbled on the mermaids’ secret existence. Of course, the people of the ocean’s gift are just a figment of my imagination, characters in my Ocean’s Gift series of books. Mermaids can’t possibly exist, so they can’t be hunting me or a nosy TV crew. Right?

The US NOAA (National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration) state that, “No evidence of aquatic humanoids has ever been found.” This may indeed be the case. An alternative solution is offered by Maria, one of the characters in Ocean’s Gift:

“I think that human government department has one of our kind working in it. Our Pacific sisters must have a powerful singer as skilled as Vanessa, who passes for human. “

Infiltration of government departments by non-humans, mutants, aliens and anything else that can pose as humanoid is a common theme in popular media. Take Men in Black, X-Men, Stargate… to list just a few. If mermaids exist and work hard to hide their existence from humans, they’d need to have key people in human institutions to ensure that any reports or evidence would go missing or arrive at different conclusions. Somewhere, there would be a mermaid media officer, combing electronic and print media for rumours that mermaids exist, then quashing those rumours using whatever means necessary. Of course, if there are mermaids infiltrating human institutions in reality as opposed to just in movies, it would be somewhat embarrassing for the government department involved. It’s hardly something they’d put out media releases about.

There are stories of mermaids across the world. In Zimbabwe, construction of a reservoir has been delayed because of mermaids. At Christmas Island in the Indian Ocean, there’s a legend about a water dragon or a mermaid in one of the caves not far from the settlement area. There’s meant to be a mermaid at the Cocos Keeling Islands, also in the Indian Ocean, who welcomes locals home.

Whether mermaids exist or not is a matter for observation and evidence. The reality is that they may be real, but carefully hidden from humans, because of their small numbers and the need to protect their people from us. There are creatures on land that have not been seen or described before, being discovered by science every week in Western Australia alone. In comparison, Western Australia has been explored far more thoroughly than the Indian Ocean that laps at its coastline. If there are mermaids in the depths of the ocean, it’s entirely possible that we are ignorant of the fact.

My personal opinion, despite writing mermaid fiction, is that mermaids don’t exist.

And they’ll kill me if I tell you otherwise.

Do you believe mermaids are real?


About Demelza Carlton

Demelza Carlton has always loved the ocean, but on her first snorkelling trip she found she was afraid of fish.

She has since swum with sea lions, sharks and sea cucumbers and stood on spray-drenched cliffs over a seething sea as a seven-metre cyclonic swell surged in, shattering a shipwreck below.

Sensationalist spin? No – Demelza tends to take a camera with her so she can capture and share the moment later; shipwrecks, sharks and all.

Demelza now lives in Perth, Western Australia, the shark attack capital of the world.

The Ocean’s Gift series was her first foray into fiction, followed by the Nightmares trilogy.


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Sirens don’t fall in love with humans. For centuries it has been so…

But Sirena is different. She lost her first love to sharks and a storm, cursing the islands that stole him from her.

Times have changed and she must swim ashore once more, to the islands she once cursed.

Gone are the boats powered by sail and steam – jet boats with GPS are now the order of the day.

Enter Joe, the deckhand on the Dolphin. A handy man to have around when the lights go out. He’ll fix your generator and have the lights back on in no time, no worries.

But can he seduce a siren?

Or will she swim away before he can uncover her secret?

A book about lobsters, beer and boobs, on some cursed islands off the coast of Western Australia. At least, that’s how Joe tells it.

For Sirena, it’s a very different story.

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The Seacrest by Aaron Paul Lazar

200About the Author

Aaron Paul Lazar writes to soothe his soul. An award-winning, bestselling Kindle author of three addictive mystery series, writing books, and a new love story, Aaron enjoys the Genesee Valley countryside in upstate New York, where his characters embrace life, play with their dogs and grandkids, grow sumptuous gardens, and chase bad guys. Visit his website at http://www.lazarbooks.com and watch for his upcoming releases THE SEACREST (2013), SANCTUARY (2014), and VIRTUOSO (2014).


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They say it’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

Finn McGraw disagrees.

He was just seventeen when he had a torrid summer affair with the girl who stole his heart—and then inexplicably turned on him. Finn may have moved on with his life, but he’s never forgotten

Now, ten years later, he’s got more than his lost love to worry about. A horrific accident turns his life upside down, resurrecting the ghosts of his long-dead family and taking the lives of the few people he has left.

Finn always believed his estranged brother was responsible for the fire that killed their family—but an unexpected inheritance with a mystery attached throws everything he knows into doubt.

And on top of that, the beguiling daughter of his wealthy employer has secrets of her own. But the
closer he gets, the harder she pushes him away.

The Seacrest is a story of intrigue and betrayal, of secrets and second chances—and above all, of a love that never dies.

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I think I deserved this room, back in 2011. Now it’s been a few years, and my room has just been changed over to a “romantic” baby room for daughter number three, who’s coming home soon to raise her almost-born baby as a single mom. But here’s a fun story about how this came to be. Hope you enjoy it!


After a year of giving up my newly renovated antique house to my dear daughter, beloved-but-unemployed son-in-law, grandkids, pregnant mother cat, one hormonally challenged male dog, and a still-chewing everything puppy…  (while being unemployed myself during much of that time..)

After looking the other way when antiques were scratched, lamp cords were chewed off, couch skirts were peed on, satin fabric was clawed apart, our new Oriental rug was destroyed…

After having to search for a single fork in a sink full of dishes almost every day (“We’ll do them in the morning, Dad!”), dealing with a sore back from bending over a thousand times a day to pick up casually tossed cheese stick wrappers and toys, and wondering if I’d ever get into the laundry room to do laundry for my wife and me…

After all that – I think I deserve this new room of mine.

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Okay, those of you who know me realize I’m exaggerating, because I adore my daughter, grandchildren, and animals. Since they moved out to their own place just a few miles down the road a month ago, I’ve been filled with conflicting with feelings of terrible longings for their company… mixed with blessed relief. I call them constantly, with any little excuse. And I ache to see the kids every second of every day.

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But there is a bright side to all this, and it’s the reclaiming of our home. It’s clean. Oh, is it clean. Organized. Tidy. Polished. Shiny. Dust-free.

This is the 200th anniversary of our 1811 house, and in the spirit of giving ourselves a little reward, I decided to redo the boys’ bedroom. We gave the kids all the furniture, anyway, so it made sense to change things around a bit.

I’ve never had a writing room. I’ve never had a home office. I never even had a corner of a room that could be mine, where I could write in quiet and focus on getting my characters into trouble, and finagle the plot so they could be saved again. I always had to clamp headphones over my ears to drown out the television, or get up at 4 AM to find some quiet time to write.

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My usual typical writing spot is my comfy leather chair in our bedroom. It’s too close to the TV, though, and my wife enjoys have it on all the time. But I like to be with her, so I hang out in the bedroom in the evenings. But that means I’m always tuning out whatever sit-com blasts from the darn thing. 

Sometimes, for an hour or so in the freezing cold dark winter mornings, I sit in the living room downstairs while the fire takes hold in the woodstove. But I’m often distracted by the need to let the dogs in and out, clean the cat pan, put a load in the washer or dryer, make my lunch for work, take out something to defrost for dinner, load up the wood rack by the woodstove, etc. You get my drift, all the usual pre-work morning stuff. So unless I got up, again, at 4 or 5 AM, I don’t get much time to focus on writing.

Okay, so all this is leading up to me trying not to feel guilty for spending too much money on what I’m calling my “zen* room”. It’s a romantic writing, reading, thinking, quiet room. I thought of my wife when I designed it, and have also referred to it as her “sitting room”, because I made it kinda girly-pretty and put her Keurig coffee maker in there.

I know, I know. You’d expect a guy to want a MAN cave, right? Something with lots of leather, dark wood, heavy curtains, beer posters, big screen TV, sports trophies, and the like. Well, I have something sort of like that in our living room already, with dark antiques and brown leather couch and club chair. Ahem. Minus the beer posters and sports trophies.

But this time I departed from that model. I guess I figured I wouldn’t feel so guilty for spending the money if I designed it with my wife in mind.

So in spite of the fact that it’s kind of a feminine room, I must state that I consider myself a regular guy in some aspects. I love to do handyman projects around the house, can’t wait to play with the snowblower and lawn tractor, adore chopping down acres of brush and clearing land, and have a list a mile long of outdoor brick-laying type projects I can’t wait to start.

But I’m also a guy who loves some not-so-typical things. I’m a great deal like my character, Gus LeGarde, who is frequently referred to as a Renaissance man. Gus and I love antiques. We love Chopin. We love to cook. We love French Impressionist art. We love nature. We love to hike. And, we love to cross-country ski.

So, that was my lame attempt to prove to you that I really am a semi-regular guy in spite of how pretty this room is. Ha.

What inspired this? My hairdresser.

Yeah, really. The lady who cuts my hair was running late last month. She offered to let me sit in her new little new-age-comfy room with the water fountain and a footbath. It was so darned comfortable I almost fell asleep several times, and I realized that I wanted one, too!

So, let me show you what I did.

I asked my wife what color walls she wanted, and she chose a pale orange sherbet color. On an impulse, I checked out a Ruby Gordon’s annual half off sale, and found a cream-colored leather loveseat and comfy chair/ottoman in the clearance section. This sort of set the tone for the rest of the room, which really is quite romantic. (And DANG, is it relaxing and comfortable…)

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I ordered this trickling wall mounted water fountain. Still waiting for a pump to be sent that isn’t LOUDER than the trickling water sound, but it’s enroute, so they say. 

I found turquoise pillows and a throw at Pier One, a vase thingie that holds apple blossoms, or whatever fake things my wife my wants to stick in them during the winter, and then I went nuts and ordered a glass lamp to match the turquoise color that had ended up being so prevalent in the room. 

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I haunted my favorite antique stores to find a perfect – I mean made for this room – antique lamp with the exact same colors that we’d already chosen.

Next, I ordered a cherry wall cabinet to store some of my Young Living Essential Oils, an Aria oil diffuser to set the scene, a foot bath and all the good smelling stuff that goes with it, and some gorgeous photos from a wonderful photographer friend. 

Here are a few images that will eventually be hanging over the loveseat and chair, in large format.

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See how they miraculously match the room colors? It’s like it was meant to be.

It’s almost all put together. I’m waiting for the ottoman, so I can put up my feet while I write. The essential oil diffuser arrived yesterday, and I set it up this morning. My wife wanted curtains, so I got those last weekend – sheer, romantic type curtains. (I won’t dwell on the fact that my cat, one of the seven kittens my daughter’s cat had last year, keeps climbing up them and messing them up.) I’m waiting for the prints to frame and hang. And then, I’ll be ready to write in style. Wonder if my characters will have any more romance in the next few books? I do feel some love scenes coming on…

Here are a few shots of my writing room – a work in process


The “Aria” my new Young Living oil diffuser that also has soothing natural sounds and beautiful colors within its clear glass globe. Highly recommended! (and you’ll know why when you read Essentially Yours, my fifteenth book scheduled for release early in 2012.)

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One corner of the room that’s pretty much “done.” This is where my wife sits when she joins me and reads on her Kindle.

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And here’s where I sit, minus the wall art that’s coming. Like I said, pretty darned comfy.

And so, as the project comes to a close, it’s just in time for the next adventure of either Gus LeGarde, Sam Moore, or Marcella Hollister. Haven’t decided what’s next yet, but I’m itching to start something new.

And by the way – Happy Valentines Day! 

Guys: Do something extra special for your sweetheart today. Maybe buy her a copy of my new love story, The Seacrest. You’ll brighten up her day, and you’ll feel all mushy inside. Who knows? It might inspire you. Maybe you’ll end up with a girl-cave all your own.

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Aaron Paul Lazar


*Zen – a teaching that contemplation of one’s essential nature to the exclusion of all else is the only way of achieving pure enlightenment.



Water and Fire by Demelza Carlton

Character Creation: The Ice Queen
“She’s the ice queen. Calm and collected in the most stressful of procedures, but a heart of ice in everything else, too.” That’s how her boss describes her in Water and Fire.
Belinda was born at Christmas Island, a tiny, rocky island in the Indian Ocean. It’s been described as the crabbiest place on earth, because its millions of crab inhabitants outnumber the human population of around 2,000. An isolated, crabby rock? Well, that’s one description of Belinda.
Her name means Beautiful Serpent or Dragon.
She comes across as cold, distant and unfeeling at first.
She has good reason. It takes a considerable amount of alcohol and chocolate before she admits to a work colleague, “I was pregnant, once, and my baby was stillborn. I wanted her so much, but she didn’t survive the birth. I thought that if maybe I studied to be a midwife, I could help other mothers to avoid a similar tragedy.”
And when she’s asked about the baby’s father, she responds, “He was long gone before my pregnancy was showing. He didn’t even know about her.”
She’s not particularly talkative among people she doesn’t know well – she finds it easier to say nothing at all, so that she doesn’t say anything she’d prefer to remain hidden. And yes, she does have some serious secrets.
She’s not close to her older sister, Maria. They were born more than ten years apart. While she has a very good relationship with her mother, the loss of her baby has left her in a deep state of depression. She’s retreated from everyone, including her mother, which is why she chose the southern town of Albany to do her stint as a student midwife. That, and the whales.
Belinda has an affinity for the huge marine mammals, who breed in the warmer waters far to the north, where she grew up and usually lives. So when the opportunity comes to venture out on a boat to do some whale watching, she won’t turn it down.
She has two loves in her life – her family and her patients – she truly is a born healer. She’d do almost anything to save a patient – as you first see in Water and Fire.
But that pales in comparison to what she’d do for her family. She’ll set aside everything she wants and everything else in her life for the people she loves.
I found her a bit chilly myself at first, until I got to know her a bit better. Once I knew her secrets, she became one of my favourite female characters – and one I’d really love to give a happily ever after, if only she’ll let me do it.
Bel’s in Water and Fire, but she also pops up in some of my other books.

About the Author

Demelza Carlton has always loved the ocean, but on her first snorkelling trip she found she was afraid of fish. She has since swum with sea lions, sharks and sea cucumbers and stood on spray-drenched cliffs over a seething sea as a seven-metre cyclonic swell surged in, shattering a shipwreck below. Sensationalist spin? No – Demelza tends to take a camera with her so she can capture and share the moment later; shipwrecks, sharks and all. Demelza now lives in Perth, Western Australia, the shark attack capital of the world. The Ocean’s Gift series was her first foray into fiction, followed by the Nightmares trilogy.
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 Water and Fire

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Character profile of Belinda:

Excerpt Reading (Chapter 1):

Book Description
A steamy contemporary medical romance involving a sexy doctor, a naughty nurse, a midwife on a mission and a mysterious predator in Albany, Western Australia. Working as a student midwife in an Australian country hospital is never easy, but Belinda finds more trouble than most. There’s the intern doctor who follows her around like an overgrown puppy, the dangerous local
wildlife and her own secrets she must keep. When she finds herself without a place to live, what else can possibly go wrong?
Or is it time for something to go right?
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Trial Of Love, my first Regency book will be available this month!

Finally! It’s ready!!

It’s been a long road with this book and I can finally take a breather because it’s done! Trial Of Love, the first book of the Slave Bound series is ready for publication. This book and two others from the series, Lady Nancy and A Lady Unbecoming are being published by Second Wind Publishing best known for their historical romance books with some of my favorite authors Jerrica Knight-Catania and Ava Stone.

Trial of Love will be out to the public just 3 days after His Bahamas Affair on the 15th of February. I’ve never had two books released so close together. It makes me both anxious and excited! I’m hoping you’ll get both books and love them. I’m even more nervous because this is my firtst Regency book. I love the genre, it’s so fairytale like and I just had to try my hand at it. I just hope I got it right 🙂

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Melanie’s life in America is full of heartache since her mother died, but she has never allowed herself to fall into a depression- she had to care for her father. A few years later Melanie’s father marries another woman, Geraldine- a woman too wicked to be considered a mother. But she still has no time to wallow in her sorrows, she has two siblings to care of. After years of pain and abuse, her only option is marriage, but Geraldine does not allow her that chance. Sold off to slave traders, Melanie finds herself in an English whore house, her virtue being auctioned to the highest bidder!

Christopher, new Earl of Ashworth has only one goal in life- restore the family image to its former glory and bring back respect to his family title that his father had successfully ruined. He doesn’t believe in love and mistrusts everyone, he only believes in getting what he wants no matter the cost.

After being sold as a slave, Melanie luckily escapes an auction and hides in the carriage of Christopher Wimberely, Earl of Ashworth. Their romance is rocked with mistrust that proves to be their undoing.

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Finally the editing is done and His Bahamas Affair is ready for release. I’m so excited!!! 🙂 And the best part of this is ARCs are available! So if you are interested in being an ARC reviewer, please add your name and email in the comments below before the 12th of February. Also please have your review ready a week after you receive a copy and blog, tweet, facebook etc about it, share with your friends.


I would like to thank all the ARC reviewers of Her Venice Affair for all their help because they helped HVA shoot to top #1000 at one point. Thank you very much! Now, how about we do the same for HBA?

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“Crazy Lori, what brings you to my neck of the woods?”

Loraine wasn’t sure exactly what kind of reception she would receive from Reno. More than disgust, she dreaded being pitied and it truly surprised her when he spoke to her like that night never happened. She was speechless, watching that come hither smile play on his lips like they were back to their seductive banter.

The man should have been an actor, not even his eyes gave him away.

“Ah, Melody has some business with you and I thought I’d tag along for a free vacation.”

Reno nodded, looking behind her for a moment before his eyes settled on her again. “Did she tell you why she’s here?”

Loraine wasn’t sure how Melody wanted to handle brokering the subject with Reno so she thought best to keep that information to herself and be as vague as possible.

She shrugged. “Something about a business proposition for you.”

He nodded. “You want to take a walk with me?”

Loraine blink a few times, a little confused at what was going on. “Ahh, sure?”

He pointed to her feet with his chin. “Take you sandals off.”


His brow rose. “Do you always have to argue? Just do it.”

Loraine fought the urge to stick her tongue out at him and slid off her sandals. “Fine.”

“Now, come closer to the water—don’t you dare ask me why or I’ll dunk you!”

Loraine would have asked why just to annoy him but the look in his eyes told her he was serious about his threat. She stepped closer to the water and closer to him with a patronizing smile. “Is this close enough?”

He chuckled, shaking his head and began walking away, leaving her behind. “Do you need me to tell you to follow too?”

“No!” she yelled, jogging to catch up with him. “I can take the hint.”

“Yeah, you’re just slow in processing it.”

She punched his shoulder as hard as she could and yelped at the pain from the contact.

“Ouch,” he said with a boring dry tone, not even bothering to look at her. He didn’t even flinch!

Loraine rubbed at her knuckles. “Yeah right, you didn’t even feel a thing. Do you eat rocks for brunch because you shouldn’t be that hard, it’s just not normal?”

He laughed and the sound made the butterflies in her belly flutter.

“No, I don’t eat rocks.” He took her injured hand and massaged her knuckles. “You should be careful next time. Here let me kiss your boo boo and make it better.”

“I’m not a child…” she began to grumble when she caught his darkening eyes as he lifted the back of her hand to his lips.

Breath caught in her chest as she watched his lips lower to her knuckles. When they came in contact, her eyes fluttered shut and she sucked in a breath. He kissed it lightly, running his lips then the tip of his tongue over her knuckles before he planted another soft kiss.

“Better?” he whispered huskily.

Loraine nodded, unconsciously moving toward him until her chest touched his. He wrapped his free arm around her waist, as the other hand weaved her fingers through his and held them both to his chest. Her head cantered to the side as he lowered his to nuzzle at the nape of her neck. Her body shuddered, pushing closer to his.

“Reno…” she whispered softly, turning her head into his.

“Mmhmm,” he responded, brushing his nose and lips up her cheek to her temple.

Loraine felt her toes curl in the sand, a quiver in her chest as her breaths grew heavy. “Thank you.”

When he stopped what he was doing, she thought she’d ruined the moment by bring that night up, that is if he knew what she was referring to when she thanked him. She hoped he didn’t.

He kissed her temple and began moving in a circle, in a slow dance. “You’re welcome.”

She nodded, blinking back tears. She went on her tip toes and pressed her soft cheek to his rough one. He tightened his hold on her waist and lifted her up, supporting her.

She felt his breath on her ear before he spoke. “Any time you need me Lori, I’m right here. Don’t ever forget it.”

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