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Baseball is Here!

At our house, there’s always a layer of sadness after the last crack of the bat in the final World Series game every fall – no more baseball, for months. A Wisconsin boy who grew up with the Milwaukee Braves, hubs is a baseball fan, through and through, and he’s taught me so much about how to watch the game that I’ve come to love it, too.

Every February we’d watch for word about when the pitchers were headed to Spring Training, and then we’d eagerly follow our teams and await the season opening. Which teams? That’s varied some, depending on where we lived. When we met, he lived a mere three blocks south of Chicago’s Wrigley Field, and we were Cubs fans. Those were the days when you could make a split-second decision on a lazy weekday afternoon (no lights, no evening games in those days) and walk over to the game – and find seats, and not spend hundreds of dollars to see a game.

When we moved to Minnesota, and later, to Iowa, we followed the Twins. Now that we’re out west, we miss Bert Blyleven’s familiar voice and the after-game on-field strategy lessons put together by the Twins broadcasting crew.

But our “back-up” team has always been the Milwaukee Brewers, partly out of Wisconsin loyalty, and especially because of my husband’s mother. Widowed for the last decade of her life, she organized her days around those Brewers and  never missed a televised game. As her mobility decreased and her social network shrank, those players were her “friends.” She followed their stories, cheered for them, and shouted at the manager when she thought he ought to have done something different.

So it was a special treat for us on Monday to take in a spring training game in Phoenix and watch the Brewers battle the Cubs. They lost, but that didn’t even matter – we saw some of those “friends” in person.

I wish she could have been with us at the game – I kept wanting to call her up and tell her we were watching Ryan Braun, who got two hits and scored once, bringing his batting average to .800. Carlos Gomez (a former Twin) was another of her favorites. Ryan at bat is featured in these two photos.


We don’t often write team sports into our fiction – probably because, outside of my husband’s high school baseball career, neither of us has played them. But here’s a little taste of some softball that crept into one of our favorite stories:

Can the immortal love goddess Aria heal not one,
but two traumatized hearts—and if she succeeds,
will those hearts open to each other?


At the sound of the crack of the bat and cheers from the bleachers, Jeff stopped to watch the speedy batter dash for first base. She wasn’t tall, but she sure was quick. She never hesitated rounding first but dug in for second, the ponytail sticking through her red ball cap bouncing recklessly.

He glanced quickly at the left fielder, who picked up the groundball cleanly. It was going to be close. The runner dove in headfirst just ahead of the tag.

When the ump called her safe, the runner rose nimbly to her feet and brushed off the front of her jeans and tee. She smiled at her cheering teammates.

“Way to go, Amber!”

“That a girl!”

“You rock, Amber!”

Jeff gasped when the base-runner pushed back her ball cap to straighten her ponytail. It was her—his mystery woman, the girl he couldn’t get out of his mind the past two weeks. The woman who had failed to come back to the deli.

He gave her a big wave.

He knew she saw him. But did she recognize him? Did she want to? He saw her scowl and then lift a hand just above her waist. That was hardly a hearty wave, but he’d accept it for a sign of recognition.

“Come on, Conway,” bellowed Jeff’s teammate. “Stop ogling the babes. We can’t be late for the game. Coach will be pissed as hell if we aren’t there to take the field.”

“I’m coming,” Jeff said, reluctantly starting to move. Their diamond was three down from this one. Maybe she’d drop by to check him out after her game finished.

Walking briskly away, Jeff put his game face on. He grinned. At least she had a name. Amber.


Traumatized by the boyfriend from hell, Amber Heath makes a desperate plea for help—and is shocked when the immortal love goddess Aria materializes and whisks her away to a nineteenth century Carnivale.

Jeff Conway is still reeling from his fiancé’s betrayal and not about to risk his heart. But he’s more than willing to play with the spunky sprite Aria brings to meet him at Carnivale.

Sometimes watching, sometimes joining in, and always coaching, Aria launches Amber and Jeff on an erotic journey back to health and playfulness. But even the love goddess can’t force them to love each other.








New Release ~ The Unmasking

It’s here! The Unmasking is live at Amazon.com!

It’s All About the Research

Authors of erotic romance often get teased about what kind of research they might delve into for the sake of their books – it’s a tough job, but somebody’s got to do it…**snicker, giggle, knowing wink.**

The research my husband and I engaged in for this spicy romantic suspense is a little different – some might say, it’s been our entire lives. We’ve both taught at universities (that’s where we met) and we know the academic life from the inside. The choices and struggles faced by our professorial hero, Anthropologist Matt Bayfield, are more familiar than we might like to admit.

Hubs is a sociologist with a specialty in criminology. I promise he’s drawn on this background immensely in creating our spunky female undercover cop, Nancy Appleby, in plotting the trajectory of the crimes and the mystery of solving them, and especially in understanding our truly creepy villain (who I won’t name, of course – that would spoil everything!).

We’ve both immersed ourselves in understanding Celtic culture and history for years – long before we envisioned this novel. Hubs has Welsh roots, and mine are Scotch-Irish on one side, so we feel an ancestral pull to that era and its understanding of seasons and cycles. It was easy to hand that passion over to our ersatz professor. We won’t say more about how it’s woven into the plot, but we think readers will like it.

We had a close call researching the technology we’ve given our resourceful cop – hubs found himself on a website requesting security clearance for more information. Backed right out of that one! But we found what we needed to know without tripping any more alarms.

The North Woods, where we’ve set the novel? A place we’ve lived and loved, and left, when the winters grew too much for us to handle. But while we lived there, we threw ourselves with a passion into the cross country skiing, snowshoeing, and crisp winter outings Nancy enjoys so much. Writing those scenes was like watching snippets from our own life on the screen.

The Unmasking was originally released in 2008 under a different pen name; rights reverted to us when the contract ran out, and we’ve decided to re-issue it as “ourselves.” We’ve thoroughly re-edited the book and incorporated helpful feedback from our beta readers

Our tag line is Erotic Romance for Two, Three, or More. Most of our published work has focused on the “three or more” side of the equation. We’re happy to offer a book focused on the “two” element, and we think readers will find the sex is no less sizzling. And no, we’re not going to share any research we might have indulged in to write those scenes.

The Unmasking, by Adriana Kraft

February 15, 2014
B&B Publishing
ISBN  978-0-9894693-6-4;   ASIN   B00IDVB6KQ
Romantic Suspense, 87,000 words
Heat rating: Four flames

Buy Link: Amazon.com


Whose mask will crumble first—
the enigmatic professor of Celtic Studies,
the undercover cop masquerading as a co-ed,
or the campus stalker,
biding his time to strike again?

Is anthropology professor Matt Bayfield the Blackthorn College rapist, or a potential ally? Aloof and unapproachable, Matt has academic ambitions. He can’t escape Blackthorn College soon enough, and he doesn’t want any entanglements to slow down his exit.

Nancy Appleby would like nothing more than to solve the string of campus rape cases before Thanksgiving so she can go home. The last thing she wants is a relationship to complicate her life—but she’ll settle for a fling, especially when the sex sizzles.

The stalker has his own carefully crafted timetable, with a special date just for Nancy. Can Matt and Nancy force him out of his hidey-hole before it’s too late?


Four and a half stars at Romance Junkies: From beginning to end, THE UNMASKING is a fascinating tale…I was intrigued at how the writing team is able to intertwine a love story with such horrifying circumstances in startling clarity. One of the many things I adored about this story is that the main characters are flawed. They both make judgment errors and their mistakes and assumptions lead to some emotionally trying scenes that had me eagerly reading to find out how they were going to solve their conflicts – or at several points if they even would be able to remain together. If you enjoy romantic suspense novels then I can definitely recommend THE UNMASKING. Chrissy D.

Five Stars at Amazon: One of the best stories ever written by Adriana Kraft…a truly great read. Could not put it down until I finished it. Amy B.

Five Stars at Goodreads: The suspense is so well done you don’t know who the bad guy is until it’s revealed in the book. The action is fast paced and kept my interest to the very end. Could not put the book down. Donna H.


Chapter One

Who will be the next victim?

Nancy Appleby scanned the co-eds in the small lecture hall. Each could be his next prey. Each looked much younger than she remembered being as a full-time student. Each woman hung on Professor Bayfield’s well crafted words.

Was it the topic, Celtic Myths and Rituals, or was it the aloofness of the tall, dark-haired lecturer with the strong protruding chin that mesmerized? He did command attention. Although his tone was mild, Bayfield played with his audience like a polished actor. Clearly he was in control. Though he gestured but rarely, he moved like an athlete, comfortable in his body.

Nancy jotted notes on a yellow pad pretending to be no different than anyone else in the room. She glanced up at Bayfield, whose eyes had settled on her; they were piercing and inquisitive. Then he shifted his gaze, but he’d noticed her, was thinking about her. Why? She’d done everything she could to blend in. He hadn’t seemed particularly troubled by her presence, just curious.

Nancy redirected her attention to the individuals sitting in front of her. She’d arrived early to claim an aisle seat in the back row. The raised auditorium layout provided an advantageous observation post. About sixty women and twenty men were in attendance, no doubt a decent turnout. Blackthorn College had a student body of less than two thousand.

Nancy scribbled more notes and then focused on the men in the room.

Was he in the lecture hall? Would he strike again, tonight? Or would the rapist stay in his hole, biding his time?


What made it happen? #MSSWeek31

Welcome to another round of My Sexy Saturday, where authors offer seven words, sentences, or paragraphs from their work for your entertainment. Be sure to click on the graphic at the bottom of the page and visit the other participants.

This week’s theme is Justify My Sexy what is the moment that made it impossible for our characters to resist each other any longer?

Here is just such a moment from our novella Cherry Tune-Up, just released as part of the ten-novella Boxed Set Bring on the Heat.


Desperate for a crash course in lovemaking, Bobbi Jo Martin seeks out her childhood best friend. A successful contractor with NASCAR dreams, Jack Day has never forgotten her—but how will he protect his heart? In a moment of sheer genius he decides to play the role of master…


“I may enjoy this more than I thought,” Jack said. “A sex tutor. Jack Day, the sex tutor. Has an odd but tantalizing ring to it, don’t you think?”

Jack paused and looked her over again “You may want to put your top back on. I don’t have anything in the house to eat. We’ll go out.”

“But,” Bobbi Jo hesitated to point out the obvious, “I’m still a virgin.”

“Yes, you are.” Jack‘s face lit up. “All in due time, young lady. All in due time. Sex isn’t something to be rushed. You aren’t questioning the wisdom of your tutor already, are you?”

“Of course not.” Bobbi Jo retied her halter, grabbed his extended hand and let him guide her out the door. They had begun.

If that kissing was any indication, she was in for the ride of her life.

She’d known Jack Day would be man enough to make her a woman.


Bring on the Heat

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Adriana KraftCherry Tune-Up Contemporary ménage
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Anh LeodClockwork Captive Paranormal/steampunk
Ann MayburnFirst Kiss Contemporary BDSM FemDom
Cari QuinnJingle Ball (More the Merrier book 1) Contemporary ménage


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